In reading some of the stories I'm reminded of an exciting situation (to me at least) that happened in my second year of high school. We lived in a suburb of San Jose in northern Calif. I would have been about 14 or 15 at the time and had been interested in sex since the 7th grade. This was still a new and exciting time in my limited sexual experience .
With the exception of my younger sister who had stripped naked and allowed me to examine her bare pussy (another story for another time) I had seen little. The farthest I had gotten with any female was the inept fumbling and groping of a neighbor girls breasts while trying to plant sloppy kisses on her.
Sexual stimulation at this time was limited to viewing a few Tijuana bibles and the occasional nudist magazine that might come my way. Thinking back now that is probably why I have always found T.J. bibles and cartoons most stimulating as masturbatory material. Any way the situation I referred to started with myself and three school friends ( Chris, Frank & Don) sitting at Don's house smoking and B.S. ing, when Frank asked Chris to elaborate some more about photos he had found at his house.
Chris was reluctant to discuss the photos and changed the subject numerous times. Finally with enough harassment from everyone he reluctantly disclosed the nature of the photos.
What had happened was, while looking through his parents personal things he had stumbled on a drawer containing nude photos of his mother. To his later regret he had mentioned it to Frank in one of those youthful moments of braggadocio. This lead to a great deal of pushing and prompting from us all to see them. The fortunate thing was that Chris's mother & step-father worked and were not at home until later in the day from the time school was out. The unfortunate part was his older step-brother might show up at any time and was known to dislike Chris and his friends.
It was decided that we would go to his house the following day after school and view the photos if everything was clear. We all lived in the same housing track but Chris was at the farthest end so I had never been there or seen his mother. Had I known what she looked like I would have made an effort to be around more often. Most of my friends mothers didn't generate much interest sexually for me. That was not the case with Mrs. L. She was small (almost petite) with light hair, shapely body, medium large breasts and about 35 years old. An attractive face (not gorgeous) with a very sexy way about her. The few times I saw her in person she was usually dressed very professionally with skirt, blouse, jacket and high heels.
Our first try was successful with the three of us filing into Chris's bedroom and waiting for him to retrieve the photos. He returned a few minutes later with a small album of black & white photos of his mother in numerous nude poses. As we passed them around I could tell everyone had the same problem I had with a raging erection that needed urgent release. Frank kept pressing Chris about there being more. Chris finally left and returned with a complete dresser drawer full. What he had brought out at first were soon forgotten. The drawer contained thousands of the most explicit photos I had ever seen or would see until the creation of the Internet. Chris revealed that he often masturbated while looking at some of his favorites and it was obvious he took a kind of perverse pride in his mothers photos.
We spent at least an hour looking at Chris's mother with her pussy spread wide open, and filled with everything from vegetables and fruit too hair brushes and wine bottles. At first I was both excited and slightly sickened at things I could hardly believe about a womans body. I had never imagined what the inside of a pussy would look like or that it could stretch in the manner I was seeing. If she wasn't masturbating her husband or herself she was shoving all manner of things inside her. There were hundreds of photos of her sucking a cock and taking loads of cum. I was seeing things done to an attractive woman I couldn't fathom. It would be years before I would have a chance to tryout and perform most of the things I was seeing. Though common place today, finding a woman who would submit to such practices in the early sixties was not easy.
In that hours time I think I fell in lust for a life time and soon realized I would not forget Mrs. L for the rest of my life. I tried numerous times to slip a photo into my pocked but could not make up my mind of which one I want and so never succeeded. I did achieve numerous explosive orgasms over the next few weeks thinking about her.
Over the next few months we occasionally stopped at Chris's to see the pictures again but were rarely successful. His brother was there most often and occasionally his mom was in the house. The last time I was with them we entered the house from the garage and through the kitchen with a straight shot down the hall to Chris's room. I was the last one through the door and lagging behind. While the others went straight to his room I lingered at a side doorway leading into the family room. His step-father was sitting on the couch with his mothers face in his lap and she was vigorously sucking him off.
I stood there staring for a moment not totally comprehending what I was seeing when his step-father lifted his hand and waved. Mrs. L's head came up with his cock in her mouth. She let it slip out, smiled and said hi. I gave her a nervous smile and proceeded down the hall to inform Chris that his parents were home. We sat in his room for a short time and then left as if we had completed what we came for. His mother was in the kitchen as we left and gave us all a smile. I never revealed to Chris or the others I had seen her sucking off her husband. As the years have gone on I wonder if the man whose cock she was sucking was her husband. I had never seen the husband before or since and he was not around when we left. His face was never in any of the pictures either.
The last time I saw Mrs. L was when Frank and I were hitch hiking to a near by shopping center. She recognized us (probably Frank) and stopped to give us a lift. I sat next to the door and had a good view of her legs. Franks head blocked mine from her view so I could stare at them for the entire ride. She was wearing a skirt that would normally come to the knee. She had hiked it up to a point it was showing her garter belt and the tops of her dark nylons. This was the in the days before pantyhose and mini skirts so I was almost out of my mind with excitement. I sat knowing in close up detail what was under the skirt but fanticizing about seeing it in person and whether she had on panties . When she let us off I leaned in and said thank you for the ride and she gave me a little wink. I would have liked to think it was an invitation but knew better.
As Frank and I walked along we discussed what we had just seen and and what we would like to do with and too her. I told Frank I had wanted to steal a picture but had not had the chance. He asked if I would like to buy one for 50cents. Sorry to say I never did. The sad part of the story is Frank had made many trips without Don and I to Chris's house and found a way to make some money. He had stolen several hundred of the photos. As with most criminal endeavorers someone at school got caught with one of the pictures by their parents. The parent reported it to the school and the boys dean soon had Frank and what was left of the photos. Mrs. L was identified causing her a great deal of humiliation and I assume a big hassle for the family. I lost touch with Chris and never heard what the out come was. I'm sure the school authorities took many of the pictures and used them for their own enjoyment. Knowing what assholes many of them were I'm sure Mrs. L was approached with many inappropriate proposals and she might have had to accept to keep her husband from knowing.
I spent many happy hours masturbating and fanticizing about Mrs. L. over the years. I wish she could know the pleasure she has brought me. I think her photos had a lot to do with shaping my happy but twisted mind.