When I was just a few months ahead of my 13th birthday I had to live with a female cousin for a few months. I will not go into details but my parents had to be out of town during this time and to keep me in school they sent me to live with Mary. Mary was my second cousin and was in her late 20's. She was married but her husband was away in the Army at the time.
I had started realizing that my dick was getting hard and knew that it would feel good when I pressed against something. But I knew nothing about masturbation or that such a thing was possible.
One night I was lying in bed in the room next to Mary's bedroom when I heard these strange sounds coming from her room. At first I thought I was hearing a kind of squishing sound. It sounded like something wet was being rubbed together. Then I began hearing Mary moaning. I remember actually thinking that something might be wrong with her. I got out of bed and peeped around the corner into her bedroom and did I ever get the shock of my life. All I could see were two spread legs and Mary stabbing herself with this rubber looking thing. I remember seeing it going in and out of her right in the middle of a lot of hair. At the time I didn't realize what she was doing but she was fucking herself with a big dildo. Even though I didn't grasp the true meaning of what was taking place, my dick got so hard that when I touched it I came. The feeling was there but nothing shot out of my dick. I watched her for a few minutes and then got back in bed for fear of being spotted. As soon as I was under the cover I reached for my dick and pretty soon I figured out I could rub it just right and it would feel wonderful. I made myself cum again, and again, and again. In fact I did it until I rubbed a blister on the skin of my dick. But still nothing came out, just that wonderful feeling. In fact, I didn't realize I was supposed to shoot cum, I just knew it felt good.
The next day, which was Saturday, Mary went shopping but left me at her house by myself. I decided to take a look around her room to see if I could find what she was stabbing herself with. When I looked in the drawer beside her bed I found it. I took it out and looked at it and even smelt it. I could smell Mary's odour still on it. I found a bunch of little books in her drawer that had dirty drawings in them. Guys my age will remember the little dirty books that we used to call 'fuck books.' Even though they were cartoon drawings, boy, did I learn a lot from looking at them. It showed women being jacked off and men with huge dicks fucking women in all sorts of positions.
Over the next few months I was jacking off on a regular basis while listening to Mary get off. Every chance I got I would check out her bedroom for more things. It was at that age that I started sniffing panties. I found a pair of Mary's dirty panties one day on her bed and when I smelt the crotch my dick got hard and I jacked off. A few weeks after I started jacking off on a regular basis, I started shooting cum when I would climax.
It was during this time that I also figured out that I could peep at Mary when she took a bath or used the bathroom. Several times I watched as she played with her pussy in the tub or sitting on the commode. There is no doubt that Mary thought of me as a little kid because on the weekends when she was not working and I was not in school she would often walk around the house with nothing on but a tee shirt and a pair of panties. Often I would see her in just panties and bra. Sometimes she would hug me or cuddle up on the sofa with me while wearing next to nothing. Often I would have on nothing but a pair of underpants, trying to hide my hard dick from her. I don't think she ever realized what a thrill she gave me or how much I learned from peeping at her and looking at her little fuck books. If she did, she never let on. She also had a collection of type written stories about people fucking, sucking and doing all sorts of things. I read every one of them several times. By the time my parents returned and I went back home I was a much different kid. And I had matured a lot sexually by that time.
That was well over 50 years ago and I still jack off today occasionally thinking of Mary and her beautiful hairy pussy. I can still hear her moaning and groaning as she masturbated. I also now realize just how horny Mary was with her husband gone. I think she masturbated every night and several times on the weekends. If only I had been a little older!