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Walking into the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirrored wall and tried to see my private area. Unable to obtain the view I wished I sat down on the floor and pulling my legs back and spread outward, I could view my sex. Never had I ever looked at myself as I was now. Being a doctor, I understood the dull ache between my legs and inside the inner core of my genitalia. Gently I pulled my labia apart and looked inside my sex, knowing I wouldn’t see any wounds.

My fingers reached up inside my vagina and I understood what young virgins feel when they first have sex. It isn’t the loss of their hymen that they feel the next day, but it’s the feeling of having your female organ probed and punished in the desire to mate. Rising from the floor, I stepped into the shower after setting it just slightly hotter than normal.

"Jason, do you enjoy seeing me nude," I had asked him last night as we showered together prior to having sex? Now my memory of what I had allowed my physical body to enjoy took over and I could not remember when I last felt so much like a woman. There is no doubt I can never go without sex again after having been so soundly taken the previous afternoon and evening.

Finish dressing for work, I slipped on the same skirt and blouse I’d had worn yesterday when going to the coffee bar and later allowed Jason to observe my undressing. Like a teenage girl fees being romantic and in love, after given her virginity to her first love. Perhaps I was having a mental change as I thought of being silly, by wearing the same clothing as I had yesterday when I and Jason had seduced one another.

Leaving the condo, I hailed a cab for the normal tenminute walk to the university so I wouldn’t be late for my first class. Riding in the backseat of the taxi, I felt like the day would be the most wonderful ever. I awoke from my thoughts when the cabbie told me were at my destination. Walking into the medical building, I walked with a step of confidence unfelt for years. There was no doubt that the sexual encounter with Jason had made me a new woman.

The day seemed long as I taught classes and made a few rounds with some advanced students. Being part of a teaching hospital and having the academia world at my disposal, I realized what my previous education had provided for me financially and personally. Thoughts of the previous day’s encounter with a young boy of eighteen, my first sex in almost as many years, kept creeping into my mind with pleasant but strange images of being with a teenage boy,

Never in all my romantic fantasies would I have imagined being the first female to capture Jason’s virgin seed in my sheath of womanhood. Walking home from the university that afternoon, I tried to visualize my vision of men, especially as I did when I would masturbate since I and my ex had called it splits.

My normal fantasies were usually of a large dark-haired man whom I was visiting in Paris or on a small Pacific Island. My fantasies were nearly always took place in a flower garden and my being taken in such a public setting, or alongside an exotic automobile. The sex was never really a complete image when I brought relief to my need when having an orgasm during the time I used my fingers to satisfy the sexual cravings. I had often considered purchasing a vibrator but for some reason the idea of an electronic phallus never seemed appropriate for my demeanor or desires.

Nearing the coffee shop I considered stopping and knew it was my hope that Jason would be waiting inside the small café. Just as my feet begin to step toward the entrance of the coffee bar, I moved on toward my condo. "I can’t just enter the place in the same clothes I wore yesterday," I thought to myself. Perhaps after my bath I’ll dress and return for coffee. I‘m intelligent enough to understand the real reason was to again hold Jason deep inside my body. When I awoke up this morning, I’d reached down and stroked my sex to see if Jason’s semen was still inside my vulva, and was disappointed to find I was dry as normal, in part because of change of life I was going through.

After my last class and rounds at the hospital, I had grabbed a newspaper and walked to the hospital cafeteria and enjoyed the soup and salad bar buffet. Now I would take a leisure bath and prepare and hope for a visit with Jason. We had exchanged telephone numbers but couldn’t bring myself to call him, mostly due to the possibility his mother or father may answer the phone and want to know who was calling.

While shaving my legs, I wondered about shaving the massive growth of pubic hair I’d allowed to grow since my divorce. The hair was abundant and I knew from my medical training, exceptionally long. Pulling it gently outward from my mons, I knew it measured at least four to five inches long. For the first time in a long time I studied my sex and found the hair had commenced getting grey hair on my mons and along the majora labia. No, I thought it isn’t grey, it’s silver.

Thinking back to when I must have last trimmed my bush, it had to have been just before the divorce was final, and I had at that point in my life, determined to never shave my sex, nor allow another male to touch me so intimately.

Now I was contemplating another sexual encounter with a boy younger than my own son. No, I’ll never shave my pussy again. I had always called my sex, my pussy, since I was a little girl. When I was around seven years old, and had been swimming in the pool, and when I went to the bathroom to shower off, I was nude walking from her bedroom to the bathroom.

My father was walking down the hallway toward me and when he saw I was naked, smiled and told me, "Honey, you’d best put something on as I can see your pussy between your legs."

I remembered my father laughed and I also, at his calling my thing a pussy. That was the start of calling my sex, "Pussy." I knew it was a common name applied to that part of a female’s body but for me it was a special name and was spelled with a capital "P."

Slowly I found myself stroking my sex and starting to build toward a climax. No, I told myself, and I’m not going to do myself. I want to feel Jason’s hardness and largeness stroking deep within my body. What must he be thinking I wondered, as I considered our age difference and also that I was his first?

I may be sick, but having Jason go off in me was simply divine and I loved it when he took me the second and subsequent times. Even if almost twenty-four hours had passed, my sex and mons still felt bruised, having allowed the wanton desires to come forth after all these years. I want to feel that young penis probing where no other had previously reached. I’m not right about this but I need it again. God, but I want Jason between my legs and to feel his lip’s suckling at my breast and tugging at my nipples. It will be a first, but I may ask Jason to bite and chew my nipples until the pain is unbearable, I thought in my crazed brain.

Picking out my clothing was difficult, as I wanted to appear sexy but not trashy, so I settled on a leather skirt, vest with and a dark tan v-shaped blouse. Slipping it on without a bra I knew would allow my prominent nipples to poke outward against the satin like material. My nipples had always been large, especially when compared them with the size of my breast. For hosiery I chose lace top thigh highs from Victoria’s Secrets, and decided to remove my panties, and go without any for the first time in my life. I wanted to feel nude under my clothing, but it felt odd without a bra and panties on, I thought.

Jaywalking across the street from the condo to the coffee bar, I received whistles and cat calls from passing drivers. I noticed how men walking on the sidewalk gave me a very strong glance at my legs, and saw my vest was open enough to let my breast be displayed. My nipples were pushing against the material oft he blouse and there outline was visible. God, am I a slut to dress in this manner?

Entering the café, I noted Mark wasn’t working this evening, but Shannon and the owner, Sol, were on duty. Sitting at my regular table, Shannon greeted and informed me, "Dot, we have a new blend of Kona that is really terrific. Would you like to try it or do you wish to have your regular Espresso?"

"OK, let me have a cup of the Kona and a slice of the chocolate cheesecake, Shannon."

When Shannon returned with my order, she told me, "Your looking radiant this afternoon, Dot. Your outfit is really terrific looking and makes you appear much younger." Teasing me, Shannon asked, "You haven’t got you a boyfriend, have you?"

"Wish I did, but you know us older women get pushed aside for the young girls like you pretty sweet young things," I replied. Studying Shannon as she went to another table, I saw how graceful she was and it was obvious she took exceptional pride in the manner in which she fixed her hair and applied her makeup.

A half hour later, as I was about to leave and I spied Jason walking toward the coffee shop, with an older woman. When Jason entered the café, he spotted me and guided the lady he was with over to my table.

"Hello Mrs. Iverson, how are you today? This is my mother, Andrea," Jason informed me and it was certain, that Jason was letting me know the lady was not a "girlfriend" but his parent. Smooth, Jason, I thought to myself as I reached to shake Andrea’s hand.

"Mom, Mrs. Iverson lives in one of the condos near here and she enjoys reading the same authors as I. We’ve spoken about our favorite writers and she has promised to let me visit her sometime and view her personal library," Jason finished his attempt to let his mother know that he and I were only friends.

For several minutes we enjoyed each other’s company. and finally Andrea advised she must leave and meet with her husband for a dinner and cocktail party uptown. After Jason’s mother left, I looked at Jason and pointedly asked, "Can we finish yesterday, and go to my place?"

The look in Jason’s eyes told me that he was as ready to continue with our sexual games as I was. We made arrangements that I would leave and he would leave about 15 minutes later and to enter my building via the side door. Picking up my check, I walked over to where Shannon was and handed her money for her bill. "Watch that cute boy over there, I believe he is just looking for a cute little thing like you, Shannon," I said with a smile on my face. With that, I walked out of the café and winked at Jason before exiting the coffee bar.

Rushing into my bedroom, I removed the vest, blouse and skirt and then put on a lacy and sheer dressing gown. Looking in the mirror over the vanity, I refreshed my makeup and brushed a few stay hairs into place. Then awaited the teenage lover.

Walking to the side entrance of Dot’s condo, Jason could feel his erection pushing against the front of his pants. Remembering the events of the previous afternoon, and that he had been a virgin, but in a span of a few hours had become a man and hoped, a real lover to Dot.

I actual jumped when I heard the buzzer sound to let me know someone was wishing access to the condo. Pressing the intercom, I asked, "Yes?"

"Hi, it’s Jason."

With that, I pushed the control button allowing, Jason’s entry into the building. "Am I really so brazen that I’m meeting a young boy dressed, and looking like a floozy?"

The minute or so waiting for the young lad to arrive and knock on the door, seemed an hour. My body was craving release from sex and I understood that in the span of one day I had lost all of my inhibitions from normalcy of social behavior regarding the contact between an adult and a child.

Hearing Jason’s light tap at the door, I moved as if afraid to open the door and welcome the teenage lover back into the sanctity of my home. I felt my sex becoming wet while waiting Jason’s arrival, and now I felt lust coursing throughout my body.

Assuredly I’m crazy or why else would I feel like a high school girl awaiting her prom date or even worse, a virgin bride on her wedding-night, as she is about to step into the bedroom where she is to be ravished for her first time. Opening the door, but standing behind it so if anyone was in the hallway they wouldn’t observe how I was dressed, let Jason enter.

"You’re beautiful," Jason spoke with a softness that surprised Dorothy.

Moving to him, I hugged him and my lips settled on his in a quickness that surprised both of us. I moved my tongue from my mouth, and into Jason’s and hunted within his with my tongue, with no thought of French kissing, but to simply explore the expanse of his mouth as intimately as possible.

The only thought in my mind was I wanted sex. Not to wait even for an instance but to lead this boy into my body, and feel his hardness fill my sexual void straightaway without delay. Briefly, as I undressed Jason, I questioned how I’d gone without sex all those years. Was I attempting to capture those lost years in a single love affair with this barely legal aged boy?

"Dot, your so different today, what should I do to help," Jason asked in a firm and husky voice?

"Don’t say anything, just take me as I can’t wait, and I need you now, Jason. Oh my God, yes!" I cried out in a shrill voice as I felt my inner being accept Jason’s firm and erect manhood, as he pushed his erection completely within my body in a straightforward shove.

For me it seemed I was having one orgasm after another as Jason simply rode my body and brought every carnal desire my soul could release. "Take me, God, take me Jason, take me and give me all of you. Harder Jason, do me harder and faster. God I’m coming over and over from your doing me."

For Jason it was quick and hard as he felt his ejaculation start from deep in his groin after just a few minutes of stroking into the insatiable woman laying spread eagled under him. He was amazed to find how this time Dot had kept her legs wide apart and moved her hips up to capture him. Thinking back to the previous day, Jason remembered how she had kept wrapping her legs around his back and hips. Now she seemed to use her legs as a means to raise her hips and body upward as he drove into her.

"YES! JASON, I’M COMING! don’t ever stop, it’s so wonderful. Come with me lover, give me your cum," I cried and sobbed out at the same time. Never had I felt such passion as I was now.

Jason was also coming, and when he felt his manhood spray his juices into the woman under him he moaned and his voice wouldn’t utter words. Just guttural sounds with no meaning, except the sounds as old as time, of a man sowing his seed inside the female of the species, as if they were animals breeding with one of their own.

Finally both were finished in their release of sexual tension that comes from the ultimate closeness between a man and woman. Jason felt heavy on her but she wanted him atop her and wouldn’t allow him to escape from her legs gripping around his upper thighs and tight against the lower part of his hips. Never could I have imagined such release from sex. During the first years of having sex as a teenager and while married did my body betray emotions in sex so strongly.

Smiling to myself, I begins to use my vaginal muscles to arouse Jason’s manhood to again become erect. His youth allowed him to respond within just a few minutes and again begin the movement of sexual intercourse. This time took longer and although I didn’t have an orgasm, I felt it was so fulfilling to enjoy the pleasure received from Jason’s youthful and somewhat larger than average manhood. If I died at this moment, it would be truly a wonderful experience to feel such a young boy in the grip of my still youthful and smooth thighs.

Several minutes passed before Jason moved from my body and I felt disappointment as he moved onto his side and lay with his right leg across the lower part of my body. "Jason, you’re truly wonderful when it comes to making me happy sexually. Some girl is going to really find an ideal love partner in you," I whispered in my still short of breath voice.

"I only want you, not some other girl. No one could give me such feeling and love as I have with you. I love you, Dot," Jason told her.

For several minutes we rested and spoke of what our relationship meant to each other. I realized Jason was truly in love with me, and understood that being his first, played a large role in his romantic beliefs. I wondered how long it would be before I must tell him he needed to find himself another girl to love. But for the next few days I knew I would want him taking me in sexual ways, and as I thought these things, I moved down and begins to take him with my mouth.

Jason’s body begin to shake and his erection was so taunt with feelings from my mouth sucking and moving up and down his erection, that he thrust his hips up from the bed as my mouth moved up to the head of his penis. Feeling my tongue swipe across and around his erection made the need to release his cum even more demanding. Then he felt me kind of bite around the very tip of his manhood. With tight suction and grip of my lips as I lightly bite him, causing him to shot-off into the warmth of my throat. Crying out his release, Jason felt like his body was falling apart from the stiffness it developed and was like a glass shattering when he went off.

Both of us were enjoying the aftermath of our sexual releases and fell asleep in total contentment. I opened her eyes and realized that it must be late as the room was dark, with the exception of the light from the city shining through the bedroom windows. Looking at the clock on the night stand I saw it was 2:30 in the morning.

"Jason, wake up, it’s late."

Waking slowly, he noted it was dark and when I advised him of the time, he could only think how irritated his mother was going to be with his being out so late and not calling either.

"Should I call my mother?" he asked.

"No, she will see my number on your caller ID, and that will be big mess. Get dressed quickly and call from the payphone across the street by the coffee bar. Tell her you were with some friends and your on your way home," I told him.

Dressing quickly, Jason was out the door within five minutes and I wondered if he would be honest with his mother as to where he had been. How could I have let this boy be with me so easily and have not stopped it before I became intimate with him, ran through my mind?

All the next day I worried about what had happened when Jason arrived home and would he have informed his mother about me. Several times I thought of calling him but was afraid his mother would know it was me calling or worst yet, listen in on our conversation.

Leaving the university that afternoon, I was surprised to find Jason waiting for me as I turned down the street on which I lived. "Hi Sweetheart," Jason spoke as I approached him.

"Why are you here? Are you trying to comprise me or what are you thinking, by waiting for me here this way," I inquired of him?

As they walked, Jason spoke of how his mother was upset and cried out that he had never been late like he was last night. He said he did not tell her where he had been but that he and a couple friends had gone to Times Square on the subway and just walked around.

They walked one block over and then headed to my condo so they wouldn’t be seen walking and entering my building together. Once inside, I told Jason I wanted to take a quick shower and would be right back with him. Entering the shower I hadn’t considered his following me into the shower and when he opened the door and stepped in under the hot spray, I became somewhat concerned with his boldness.

Before I could say anything, Jason pulled me into his arms and begin to kiss me and feel my breast with one hand while rubbing and squeezing my hip with the other. I resolved to tell Jason not to posses my body so soon, as feelings passed from the intimate feeling he aroused in me as he took the lead in our foreplay. Within a few moments he turned the shower off and laid me down onto the floor and moved so his face was between my thighs.

"You have much more hair down here than my mother, but I guess she must shave hers off or something. My mom’s pubes are very thin and being so light it doesn’t cover her like yours. Do you ever shave yours," Jason asked?

"Not since I got divorced, do you like all my hair, Jason?" Now I had thoughts of incest passing across my mind as I considered his comments about his mother’s pubes. Jason had spoken about being nude with his mother in the hot tub, but still his remarks seemed more than just nudity was involved.

Jason looked as if my hair was the most beautiful part of my body and replied, "I love it, and its really thick." Then he asked, "May I kiss you down here?"

"Yes. That would be wonderful," I replied and felt his lips move onto my vulva and his tongue moved from his mouth and parted the massive growth covering my mons and labia.

"Oh Jason, that is wonderful. Please don’t stop, your making me anxious to have you but I want your taking me with your mouth and soft tongue first."

Within moments my body responded, as my hips moved in all directions as my hands gripped Jason head, and pulled his face tightly into the wedge of my thighs. My voice chocked out my release, in his taking me as if I was the only thing that mattered to him in the world.

Which, was exactly what was passing through Jason’s mind as he felt his lover accepting and giving him her love. Licking her sex as far inside her opening as his tongue could each, he tried to bring her juices into his mouth and drink from her womb. The memories of what this was like would forever be etched in his mind. What would Dot say, if she had knowledge of him, having done this with one other woman? Jason never considers his experience in oral sex to having intercourse, but always considered he was a virgin until he had entered Dot’s body.

I felt a climax building as it ripped from deep within my body. My medical knowledge allowed me to analyze what I felt and provide the insight of how wonderful Jason’s oral sex brought me to orgasm. Still I was puzzled as to how he knew exactly the way to perform oral sex on a woman and wondered if he hadn’t done this before, and several times at that.

Taking Jason’s face between my hands, I pulled him upward until he was nestled against my pubic area. Reaching down I found his hardness and guided him into my wet and willing body. Almost immediately the strokes were bringing me tingles as if I would climax from his simply starting the act of love in so few strokes back and forth in my vagina.

The feeling of my vagina being stroked by the young manhood of Jason, was creating sensations from my labia minora to the entrance of my uterus. Never had I reached such peaks of desires with my ex, and my body was still feeling the effect from Jason’s oral illation. Now I was feeling those sexual gratifications again as the young firmness drove deep and hard upward into the core of my body.

My body moved up to meet Jason’s inward strokes, while my hands pulled Jason’s hips in an attempt to pull his whole body inside the aperture of my female cavity. Nothing hindered the strong male phallus that was penetrating me so firm and hard. Then the strongest orgasm ever to strike within my being, ripped from my soul and I sobbed out in both pain and pleasure as the pinnacle of release flooded from the wet cavern of my sex.

"Jason, don’t stop, pleases, don’t ever stop. I’m coming so hard and it won’t stop. It’s so good. God Jason, keep fucking me forever and ever."

Tears ran down my face from the intense relief the climax produced. Never would I have even considered such a climax was possible. Perhaps I should write about this in a medical report but that would expose my being with a young male and identify my personal life to the medical, and the rest of the world.

"I cum when you did, Dot, and it was so good, don’t cry and I’m sorry if I hurt you, but it felt so good to do it hard," Jason spoke in a soft soothing voice."

"No, it isn’t from hurt that has made me cry. That was the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced Jason. Just lay on top of me and let me hold you and we’ll take a nap like this. I want the closeness of you for now and then I have a question to ask you."

For almost an hour the two lovers, one the older woman and the other, a teenage boy, slept, and Dorothy awoke first from the sex induced sleep. She looked down at the head of the boy on top of her body and quivered when she remembered what he had produced in her inner recesses of womanhood.

"Jason, wake up! I think you enjoy using me as a mattress, correct?"

Stirring from his slumber atop the beautiful and petit woman, Jason moved his face and kissed her kips. His tongue sought hers as he pushed between her lips with his, and finding her tongue receptive to his probing, he moved his mouth as if to capture her tongue and never let it escape from his mouth. The feeling of all her pubic hair was still in his mind as he became aroused and felt his penis becoming hard as he lay over the softness of her body.

Moving just a slight amount, Jason felt his hardness parting her wet and clasping woman sex. Easing himself inside her body, he felt her sex engulfing him and seemingly tugging him deep into her chasm of pleasure. Slowly and with deep shoves his manhood moved back and forth between her labia. His pubic area ground against hers when he was fully inside her body and rubbed very firmly against hers, until he again pulled almost completely out of her sex.

"Jason, don’t tease me, just fuck me deep and hard, oh my god, you make me crazy."

I could not understand how I could speak with such blunt language, and I had never used such words before in my life, and I cried out, "Fuck me, Jason, just fuck me!"

I was remembering how I had thought of having my nipples bitten, and asked Jason, "Bite my nipples," and when he moved his mouth over my breast, he took the protruding nipple between his teeth as he applied pressure. "Harder, Jason, bite harder, don’t be gentle, harder, oh god yes, only harder, yes hard, oh do it harder, I’m ready, I’m coming!"

Jason thought he could taste blood from biting her nipple so hard and when Jason had finished ejaculating,, he rolled from Dorothy’s body and lay on his side with his arm across her breast. He didn’t try to caress her breast, but simply let his arm drape across her firm and pointed breast. The taste of her blood was still on his tongue and saw he had bitten her nipple so hard that it was bleeding. His lips moved and took it gently into his mouth and he nursed more blood from the wound his teeth had made.

I felt a weird pain and soreness in her breast, and before Jason had commenced nursing the breast he had bitten as hard as she wanted, I saw it was bleeding. Now he was sucking my blood into his mouth and my body shook with the delight of what we were doing. I must be sick, wanting such behavior and to have desired the extreme pain.

I knew nothing had ever felt or was like the abhorrent and likely obscene pain of my nipple being bitten. When I had considered wanting this before meeting up with Jason, I didn’t realize how hard he would desire in his biting me. I knew the large projection of my mammary gland would be sore for several days, but for now, relished the feeling.

"I have to ask you a very personal question Jason, but I want an honest answer, and please do not hold back on your response. Tell the truth or I’ll never be able to see you again but I want the truth." I finished her questions with, "Do you agree to this?"

"Yes, ask me whatever you wish and I’ll always tell you the truth, Sweetheart."

That, she thought is another of his endearments that he calls me, that I wish he wouldn’t but he is young. That is part of his age groups and about being with a girl and going all the way.

"I believe you were a virgin when we made love the first time, true?"

"Yes, I was a virgin."

"But I also believe you have had oral sex with someone before me, tell me the truth, have you, and with whom?"

"Dot, don’t make me tell you."

"You must be honest, as you promised me you would be perfectly honest." Finishing her comment, adding, "So tell me."

"You’ll not be mad if I tell you all of it, Dot?"

"No, so tell me the story."

"Promise you won’t be upset with me or anyone else, if I tell you of having engaged in oral sex before I did with you."

"I won’t be upset with you my little lover boy, as I have feelings for you that a woman my age should never have."

For the next half hour, I listened as Jason told how he begin having oral sex with a woman when he was thirteen. That it was still a sexual part of his life until after he met me. Then he explained how it begun.

"On my thirteenth birthday, my mother and I were in the hot tub nude. Mom got out of tub and told me she would be right back that she had to get something."

Jason paused for a moment as if to get his thoughts together and resumed his story. "Mom came back after going into the house and she was carrying a small birthday cake with two lighted candles that were the number’s one and three."

Jason told how she sat on the edge of the hot tub and I got out and set next to her and she cut the cake and she had small paper plates and plastic forks for us to use in eating my birthday cake. "While we were eating the cake, a piece of mom’s fell onto her lap and landed right at the edge of her legs where they join her body."

"Looking at mom, I asked her if she wanted me to eat it from her lap so it didn’t fall into the hot tub." Then he added, "It was an honest question, with no sexual intent."

"Sure why not," she had told Jason.

"So I leaned over and started to eat the cake from where it lay on her legs and when I took a bite I got some of her pubic hair in my mouth." Jason stated laughing, then went on with his story, "Mom laughed and asked if I was trying to eat her?"

Dot, "I remember looking up as I lay with my face bent over her legs and told her, yes, and then I ate the last of the cake and pushed my face tight against her body."

Looking at me, Jason went on, "When I did that, my mom let me push my face in between her legs and my lips were against her sex and I was curious, as my friends and I had often spoken about what it must be like to kiss and lick a girl between their legs." Jason paused and looked into my face, as if he need assurance to continue.

I listened as Jason continued, "Mom kind of opened her legs a little wider and then told me that she would be in real trouble if my father found out what she had allowed me to do with her."

"Perhaps we should go shower together, then maybe continue what you were doing to me," Jason said his mother told him.

"Dot, once we were in the shower, I became excited and was hard and mom laughed about my being big." My hand reached out and captured his again erect manhood. "Then she washed me off and after a short while I was ready to squirt off but she must have known what was going to happen and she stopped."

"Then we got out of the tub and after drying off, walked into my bedroom. Mom lay down on the bed and told me I could do some more of what I had commenced doing at the hot tub. At first I didn’t know what exactly I should do, but mom told me where to lick and kiss between her legs."

Pausing a moment, as if he would be in trouble for breaking hid bond with his to never tell about what they had done, then he went on with his story. "Suddenly mom began to move her hips in all directions and her hands held me tight against her Just like you do when I make oral love to you, Dot."

Jason looked at me, then started telling me the story once more, "After that, mom and I would do that at least once or twice a week. Mom told me no one had ever kissed or licked her between her legs, not even my dad. One time she told me dad thought anything but regular sex wasn’t right to do and he refused to kiss her thing."

When I heard how long this had been going on, I wondered why Jason’s mother hadn’t had sex with him.

"Dot, for the past five years I’ve made mom feel good by having oral sex with her. She would never do it to me or let me even put my penis against her sex. I asked her to jerk me off, that is what my friends and I called masturbation, but she wouldn’t do that all the way either."

Jason backed up in his story to tell me about her stroking him, "The first time in the shower I told you about I was ready to go but she stopped and wouldn’t finish it for me. Mom would watch me do it to myself and let it splash against her sex but not let me put inside her."

No wonder Jason seemed to be on the verge of frustration when we first had sex, I thought as I listened to his history with his mother. "Jason, has your mother never made you go off, I mean it seems so unfair for you to satisfy her, but lets you hanging."

"Dot, for the past few months when mom and I are in the hot tub she will reach out and stroke me and make me go off," Jason added. "It started the day I turned eighteen, and I had just had oral sex with mom, and I asked her to jack me off just once, especially for my birthday," and Jason describe how she had continued doing so every so often since then.

"Christ, Jason, how many times have you had oral sex with your mother?"

"At least twice a week for the past five years but sometimes we would do it three or four times in a week." Pausing, Jason added, "I don’t really know, Dot, are you mad at me?"

"No, Jason, but you mustn’t ever tell anyone else about your mother and you."

"I would never tell anyone, but I felt safe in speaking to you about my mother and I, and Dot, you know how it would be for us, being Jewish and all."

"Has she asked you anything about me, Jason?"

"She wanted to know if I was with you when I stayed that night when we had fallen asleep? Dot, but I told her she didn’t need to know."

"Dot, mom looked at me and said she already knew that I had engaged in sex with you, and she wanted me to be happy, but not to be a problem for you. What did she mean about being a problem for you? You know I’d never be a problem for you or hurt you, don’t you Dot,"

Looking at Jason, I smiled and replied, "Likely she was informing you that because of my professional work, you must never discuss our relationship with others."

Thinking for a moment, I laughed loudly and continued, "Maybe it is because your large down there and she’s afraid you’ll hurt me with all that manhood."

After a while, we again made love and this time Jason was gentle and made me desire he become more firm in taking me. When he ejaculated, I felt him shudder, from I knew, the easiness in his taking my body gently. No way could I ever forget this moment as I understood he was concerned about my joke of him being big and might hurt me. I begin telling him about what his mother may have meant when she had spoken about him being large, and he should taken it as a joke.

About an hour after Jason left, I turned on the TV and the news was just coming on the air. I was surprised to see the screen had a view of the street just outside my building. The announcer was telling that a speeding vehicle had ran up onto the sidewalk, striking and killing three pedestrians. No names were available but looking closely at the screen, I thought the shoes sticking out from under the sheet on the one body looked familiar.

"No, God no, it can’t be, I thought aloud!"

Grabbing my purse and rushing out into the hallway, I waited impatiently for the elevator. When it finely arrived, I couldn’t wait until it reached the lobby of the building, and I ran outside to the scene of the accident. A police officer stopped me, but after explaining I was a doctor, and showing my university identification, allowed me to approach the bodies.

Talking to the police and medical personnel near the body, I explained the one male was a close friend and if the police so desired, I would notify the parents, as my worst fears had been confirmed. The one body was Jason.

I was stunned and remembered how vibrant Jason had been just a few minutes previously. Talking to the detectives again, I listened as the officers requested I contact the young man’s parents. They agreed it might help ease the pain for them, and the police captain would go with me, if I wished.

I rang the entrance bell of the condo where Jason’s parents lived. What do I tell them, I wondered?