Vivid Memories

I remember the day I became a father as if it were yesterday, though it was actually 38 years ago.

My best friend Jim Jackson and I lived on opposite sides of the neighborhood and attended different schools.

One day I rushed over to his house to play after school, only for his mom to tell me he'd stayed late at his school for a sports event and wouldn't be home for another hour.

Now Mrs. Jackson was a very pretty mom. I remember her long, brown hair, which almost came down to her waist, as well as very large breasts.

Mrs. Jackson invited me to sit down in the den and brought me a glass of lemonade. As she bent down to serve it to me, I saw all the way up her top. She was not wearing a bra.

I was in a T-shirt and shorts. I'd been growing so fast that my clothes were often tight. My boner would have been very obvious.

Mrs. Jackson sat very close to me. As I sipped my lemonade, she put her hand on my shorts, feeling my boner. I ejaculated on contact. I was embarrassed and there was a huge wet spot on my shorts.

She said, "Brendan, take those off and let me clean them for you."

I stood up, pulled off my shorts, and my wet boner was standing at full attention. She leaned forward and with a deft motion, cupped my ass cheeks with her hands and pulled me toward her. As I felt her lips close on my cock, it was as if I'd died and gone to heaven.

She eagerly licked up the semen from my earlier, spontaneous ejaculation and made me cum again. She swallowed it eagerly.

She took my shorts and put them in the washing machine. She set a pair of Jim's on the coffee table, "for later."

By now I was seated on the sofa and my boner was standing straight up. With another practiced motion, Mrs. Jackson, who was wearing a mini-skirt and apparently no panties, slid her pussy down onto my dick.

If my first blowjob had been a taste of heaven, this was the next level, with angels all around, giving me pleasure I'd never thought possible.

I'd like to say I lasted 10 minutes and started fucking Mrs. Jackson with powerful motions of my leg muscles, but in reality, she did the work, riding my cock up and down, up and down, until I felt my sperm welling up yet again. It took only two minutes, with her beautiful breasts dangling in front of my face.

I managed a feeble, "What about Mr. Jackson?" but she placed a finger across my lips, making the "ssssh" gesture, just as I ejaculated in her pussy.

I memorized Jim's sports schedule, which allowed me to make love to Mrs. Jackson twice a week after school.

A few months later, her breasts became even larger and then she started to show. She told me Mr. Jackson was very happy that they were having a new baby. I didn't question it.

Nine months to the day after I lost my virginity, Mrs. Jackson gave birth to a son. I thought he looked like me but it's hard to tell with babies.

Her sex drive increased, if that was even possible. Some nights she would go for a walk but actually come to meet me in the wooded park near my house. We were making love four or five times a week.

The next time she started to show, I was a little older and wiser, so I asked her directly. She told me she was 99% sure it was mine again.

She started to cry. "Please don't be jealous, I fuck my husband the bare minimum number of times so that he won't suspect me of straying. I don't love him and he doesn't make me orgasm."

I reassured her that I couldn't be jealous of an old man. Sex during the first pregnancy had been amazing, but now that I knew she was carrying my baby, our sex felt so intimate and special.

Mrs. Jackson died last year. When her youngest sons asked how I'd known her and why I came to the hospital every day, I told them it was to honor my oldest friend, Jim. But when the door to Mrs. Jackson's hospital room was closed, I cuddled with her and held her hand.

I will always be grateful for what Mrs. Jackson taught me, and for the four perfect sons she gave me. Jim does not know, to this day.