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Mrs. Hanson needed love, too!

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom49 Posted on: 17 Dec 2003 1 comments
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Mike and Karen's Mom knew about the peep hole in the wall...Prior to the time Mike and Karen moved out of the area, I had one more extremely memorable and amorous contact with Mrs. Hanson. This was shortly before they moved and occurred on a Saturday before Christmas. I stopped by to visit with both Mike and Karen since I knew that they would be moving away right after the New Year's Day holiday. When I knocked at the back door I heard Mrs. Hanson's voice call me in and I found her in the kitchen, surrounded by stacks of moving boxes and open cabinet doors. She was wearing her pink quilted house coat that she kept hanging on the back of her bedroom door and had a head wrap tied around her head, sort of like a turban. She was also wearing what she always called her "scuffs", slipper-like slip-ons that had a small 1 1/2 or 2 inch heel. They also were pink and had a fluffy bow on an elastic strap on each slipper that covered the area of her foot right behind her toes. I had loved to watch her wear these shoes and to this day love to see women in strappy and toeless high heels.She was sitting on the floor by one of the cabinets with her legs crossed and the housecoat drawn up around her thighs. As I walked around the kitchen table to see where her soft voice was coming from she looked up and smiled. "Well, Tommy, I bet you will miss being able to see Karen and Mike for the time we will be stationed in Washington". She added, "And, we'll miss you, too". Then she reached up her hand and asked me to help her get up from the floor. "I need a break", she said. As I moved to offer her my hand, I could not help but look down at her as she began to stand and observe that I could see her nicely shaped legs and then a quick glimpse of her white panties covered crotch under her hiked up robe."The kids are with their father this weekend, Tom and won't be home until late Sunday night", she told me. She went on to tell me that they had left on Friday afternoon to drive over to see their paternal grandparents in the suburbs. She told me to sit at the table and offered to make some hot cocoa and get out some cookies. She continued to talk to me about how glad she was that I had befriended Mike since he always seemed to have a difficult time making friends with all of the moves the family had made with the military. She told me that it never bothered her since she had been raised her entire life as the daughter of a military officer and actually liked moving to new and exciting places. She went on to tell me that she hoped that her relationship with Mr. Hanson would continue to get better and that she missed being able to share her life with a man. When we had finished drinking the cocoa and cookies she told me to come with her to help her carry some boxes out of the "junk room" where Mike's jack-off den was located in the closet. I helped her carry four or five boxes and then noticed that all of the clothes had been taken out of the closet and packed into boxes and suitcases. I could easily see the hole in the wall and even from ten feet away, I could see the tale tell streaks of Mike and my cum that stained the wall and the floor. After we finished with the boxes, Mrs. Hanson asked me to come into her bedroom and help move some other boxes. As I walked behind her, I could smell her hair and the faint flowery scent of her perfume. When we got into her bedroom, she went to the closet and sat down on the floor by the closet door. She asked me to bring her one of the empty boxes on the bed and bring it to her. As I walked toward her, she had again assumed an Indian-style sitting position with her legs crossed and her housecoat pulled up around her thighs. She told me she would hand me her shoes and that I could place them into the box as she paired them up and passed them over to me. As I sat next to her she began to hand me her shoes. She must have had 20 pairs of heels, all colors and most were shoes that she wore for work or for dress up events. I moved the box and eased my sitting position slightly to my left so that I could sneak a peek up Mrs. Hanson's housecoat. She seemed very busy and didn't seem to notice or care.After she had extracted all of her shoes from the floor of the closet, she reached over to my left and closed the closet door. Then, to my surprise and later delight, she looked up over my left shoulder and pointed to the hole that was broken in the plaster. She told me that the doorknob must have broken the wall and that it had actually punched a hole completely through the wall. I really didn't know where this explanation was going, but I nodded my head and listened as she asked me if I thought it could be easily fixed? I told her that I could ask my father since he was handy and had actually built our summer cottage.She then suggested that we go back into the other room and she would show me how the hole was completely through to the other side. She walked into the now empty junk room and as she walked into the closet, she kneeled down by the hole and moving her eye to the hole commented that she could actually see right into her bedroom through the hole. Busted. She stood up and told me it was OK and that she knew that Mike and I had both used the hole to spy on her when she was in her bedroom. Then she pointed to the cum stains on the wall and on the floor and said, "Maybe I should teach Mike to be a better housekeeper". She was still smiling and then she pointed to the bulge that was evident in my crotch and asked me, "How many times did you watch me through that hole?" I couldn't speak at that point and she continued, "Did you jack-off by yourself or did Mike give you a hand job?" I couldn't believe my ears. She then repeated her question, "Did you jack-off or get a hand job?" I stammered, "Jacked-off". She responded, "I know you and Mike like to masturbate since I found the cum stains on the sheets every time you spent the night". "Mike usually masturbates in the bathroom into a wash cloth, but when he has a guest, he usually did it in his bed". "I know you aren't gay, because Karen always comes home with your cum on her skirts or underwear". "Do you think Mike might be gay?" I still was stammering, and answered, "He doesn't seem to like boys and he loves to jack-off watching you dress and undress, so that must mean he likes girls, I mean women", I replied."Come with me, Tom, and we'll see if I can do something about that bulge in your pants", she said. I followed her back into her bedroom as she scuffed along in her slippers. When we got in there, she asked me to sit on the bed and then she asked if I liked watching her get dressed or undressed. I told her it really didn't matter as long as I was able to see her breasts and her privates. "Privates", she said, "Do you mean my cunt?" "Or, do you call it a pussy?" I replied, "Either is OK with me Mrs. Hanson". "Tom, I think it's OK to call me Janice, OK?" I replied, "OK, Mrs. Hanson, I mean Janice" With that, she stood in front of me and untied her housecoat and opened the front. Beneath her robe she had on a white bra and a pair of white panties. She kicked off her scuffies and walked over to the door and hung the housecoat on the hook, as she closed the door. I found myself telling her that I liked her scuffy slippers and that I felt she had great legs. With that, she told me to find a pair of shoes from the box we had just packed and she would put them on for me. This was like my best fantasy come [cum?] true. I got down on my hands and knees and took out two or three pairs. I told her it was difficult to choose, so she walked over in her bra and panties and proceeded to dump the entire box on the floor and then she said, "OK, Tom, then I'll just try all of them on and you tell me which ones you like best!" And, that's exactly what she did. She modeled low heels, high heels, strappy heels, toeless heels and pumps of five or six different colors. Sitting there on the edge of the bed, I was bursting and she knew it."Tom, take off your clothes and lay back on the bed". I did just that and as I stepped out of my jockey shorts I heard "Janice" tell me that she liked the size of my cock. Hearing her use the word "cock" had an incredible effect on me and I instinctively grabbed my dick with my right hand and began to masturbate. She the said, "Show me how you jacked-off when you watched me through that peep hole, you naughty boy". And I did. It only took a few strokes before Mrs. Hanson came over next to the bed and stood next to me as I pumped my meat. "Jack it faster", she said. "Let me see you shoot your hot cum into my hands", she continued as she placed her right hand on my naked stomach and encouraged me to pump and shoot, pump and shoot. And pump and shoot I did as I felt the first jolts of cum erupt from my pee-hole and splash wetly on to my stomach, shooting right over her waiting hand with one big glob hitting the headboard behind my head.Janice then moved her hands and began to wipe up some of my cum with her fingers and dry them on her panties. She then did her "unhook-the-bra movement" and let her tits pop out. They surely didn't look too "small" from my close-up point of view! She then wiped the rest of the cum from body with her wadded up bra and threw it on the floor next to the pile of shoes she had modeled.Then she hopped up on the bed, and rolling onto her back she placed her legs into the air with a pair of black patent toeless pumps and pulled off her panties. When she pulled them up onto her ankles, she let them hang from her right ankle and then lowered her legs to the bed with the panties still wrapped around her pump. My teen penis was ready to shoot again and she definitely knew it. She asked, "Can you cum again, you big naughty boy?" Needless to ask, I was ready to comply. Janice reached over and lightly ran her fingers over my dancing dick. And, then she initiated my cock into the realm of the next plateau as she lowered her mouth over my cock tip and began to give me my first blowjob from a female. As much as Patsy, the Nylander twins and Karen loved to pump cock, none of them had ever sucked my dick. I could not keep my eyes off of Mrs. Hanson's sucking mouth as she kneeled between my legs and deep-sucked my 6 inch dick entirely down her throat. Sucking and moving her head up and down in a head-bobbing motion, she got into a rhythm that was shortly bringing about my second orgasm in less than ten minutes. Suck and bob, suck and bob, suck and bob and I felt the cum eruption begin as Janice never missed a stroke. Literally, she sucked me dry. All I could do was watch her slightly pendulous tits with their dark aureoles and hard nipples hang from her chest as I watched my girlfriend's mother suck the juice from my balls.We were not done. Janice Hanson was also my first fuck. And, my first use of a condom. And, my first actual taste of a dripping pussy. All-in-all, Janice was the teacher that every 18 year old guy should have. She had one of the hairiest pussies that I have ever encountered, even though I have since seen and tasted hundreds of pussies. And hers tasted great. A combination of sweet and salt and a fragrance that continues to serve as the acid test for pussy odor when I go down on a lover. We fucked for four hours, and I would have stayed longer if her brother, Bud, had not been scheduled to help her with the packing later that afternoon. Mrs. Hanson was my first real lover and her lessons have not been lost on the novice that I was at the time. When I left, I thought I was in love forever, but in the next week before the Hanson's moved the only sex that I got was from Janice's daughter, Karen, with three or four hand jobs and stinky-finger sessions that had to last me for many months until I met my next girlfriend. I tried to stay in touch with the Hanson family over the years and actually saw Karen on a couple of occasions four years later when I was on the coast attending a holiday football bowl game as a member of my college football team. At that time, Karen was married and I met her husband and her first born son. Although we never had sex again, we did have a nice visit and I got a quickie feel of her right breast when I helped her on with her coat. She never said anything and only winked and smiled. She also shared information about Mike who was serving as a Navy corpsman in Vietnam. Years later, I learned that Mike had been killed while attending to the wounds of one of his Marines. He was posthumously awarded the Purple Heart and Silver Star for his bravery and service to God and Country that was "above and beyond the call of duty". I wrote a condolence letter to Karen and her family as well as a card and short letter to Mr. and Mrs. Hanson. The notes that I received in response were warm, sincere and noted how appreciative Karen and Janice Hanson were of the friendship that we all had shared during those months when our lives became so entwined.