It Was a Great Year—He Graduated, Enlisted, and Laid His Pal’s Mom

The year 1973 was a great year. I graduated from high school, enlisted in the navy, and had sex with my friend’s gorgeous and very sexy mom.

Just two weeks after I graduated, my friend Bill and I went over to visit our other friend, Leo. I was sitting in Leo’s yard with my back against a large tree, watching my two friends throw a ball around, when Leo’s mother, Joanna, appeared with a small basket of laundry to hang on the line.

It was a very windy afternoon and I enjoyed watching Joanna’s dress blowing around, showing me her nice legs. In those days women wore old-fashioned stockings with a garter belt, and I got to see Joanna’s bare thighs above the dark tops of her nylons, a very pretty sight. My dick was getting harder and harder as I watched her hang some of her colored panties on the line. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer, and I knew I had to relieve myself sexually.

I got to my feet and approached Joanna, asking her if I could use her bathroom, and she said of course. Once inside I closed the bathroom door behind me, and down came my trousers and boxer shorts. I then sat myself down on the toilet seat, grasping my penis in my hand, and started whacking away, thinking about how Joanna would look in just her underwear and stockings. I was just about to explode when the bathroom door opened, and Joanna was standing there, staring at me.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said quickly, and shut the door again, leaving me so embarrassed I wanted to flush myself down the toilet. How could I have been so stupid as to leave the bathroom door unlocked? I stayed where I was for several minutes, hoping to avoid seeing Joanna again before I left.

Finally, I got up and left the bathroom, hoping to make a quick escape through the front door. But when I got to the living room, there was Joanna on the sofa. Again I felt my face turn red.

“I’m so sorry,” Joanna said, with just the hint of a smile. “I should have knocked.” I couldn’t speak, and a few seconds passed before she asked me softly, “Did you finish what you started?”

I could only shake my head.

“Come here and sit next to me,” Joanna said. I did so without thinking, and I could not believe what she did then. Without a word she reached down to open my belt buckle and unzip my pants. I watched as though hypnotized as her hand reached into my shorts and pulled out my dick.

“Oh my God, you’re really a man!” she said breathlessly. “You’re bigger than my husband.”

Again the room became quiet as I watched Joanna’s hand begin to move on me. She used her thumb, index finger, and middle finger to jack me off, and I lasted only about fifteen seconds before I shot three spurts of come high into the air. Most of it landed in my pubic hair.

“Sit still,” Joanna said then. “I’ll get a towel and clean you up.” And she did. Then she went out again, leaving me to pull myself together as best I could.

I didn’t get to see Joanna again until early September, when I came home on leave from boot camp. I had thought a lot about what had happened, and now I went to visit her, knowing that her son was away at school and that her husband would be at work.

Joanna looked surprised to see me when she opened the door, but she kissed me on the cheek and took me into the living room. There I got a surprise of my own. Sitting on the sofa, drinking beer, were two young men, whom Joanna introduced as Vic and Ira. She then seated herself between them as she motioned me to a chair.

The two guys didn’t seem any happier to see me than I was to see them, and I felt awkward as we started to make small talk. Then, after about ten minutes, Ira spoke up. “You know, you kind of interrupted something when you came over, buddy. Vic and I were just about to have some fun with Joanna here, so maybe you want to leave?”

“Hey, hold on,” Vic put in, grinning. “Maybe he wants to watch the three of us going at it. What do you say, fella? You want to watch Ira and me fuck this lady? Maybe you’d like sloppy thirds.”

“Hey, not in front of the kid,” Joanna said. That kind of pissed me off. Two months ago she said I had the biggest cock she ever saw, and now she was referring to me as a kid.

Now a slight tussle began on the sofa between Ira and Joanna, and pretty soon Vic joined in, too. In no time, the two of them had their hands all over Joanna’s breasts, legs, and crotch, and she was laughing hysterically as she playfully tried to fight them off. It was Ira who pulled off her shoes and began to tickle the soles of her sexy feet as she continued to laugh uncontrollably.

I watched with a hard-on as the two men began to strip her, and in no time they had her down to her bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. As one would tickle her, the other would remove a piece of clothing, until Joanna was left with only her garter belt and nylons.

She still made no resistance as they laid her down on the sofa, her legs flying open. Her pussy hair was very thick and untrimmed, and the contrast between her white belly and legs and the jet-black hair of her cunt was amazing.

I watched Ira strip then and mount Joanna missionary-style. He reached between their bodies to put his cock inside her and quickly began to fuck her. She was moaning and gasping, and pretty soon he spasmed and rammed her hard as he filled her cunt with his sperm.

Vic was next. He took her in the same position, but this time it was Joanna who reached for his tool and placed it in her box. Vic’s ass rose and fell, flexing rhythmically as he pumped away at her, lasting longer than Ira had, and Joanna cried out with pleasure as he also emptied himself inside her.

It was Vic who then suggested that I try out Joanna’s mouth. She cooperated willingly as the two of them put her on her knees, and I saw their come running down the insides of her thighs. I got up and approached her with my cock in my hand, and as I reached her, she just seemed to inhale it. I felt her tongue rotate around the hard shaft as she took it deeper and deeper. I can honestly say that Joanna gave me the best blowjob I’d ever had, and when I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all.

I didn’t get to see Joanna again before I had to return to the base, and sometime later I heard she had gotten divorced and moved somewhere out West. But I have never forgotten her and what she did for me that wonderful year.

—D.N., Providence, Rhode Island