Robert Sampson - Guide to Oral Adultery

“Although my husband was fifteen years older than I was we had a wonderful marriage. California was like a new world to me and I was free for the first time in my life. Edward was not a rich man and I had to work in the dry cleaning store for fifty hours a week at no pay. He kept hoping that we would make enough money to pay for hired help but that never happened.

“My husband worked himself to death. He had a heart attack in the shop and died. I was thirty-six at the time and I had to begin another life somehow. I sold the store and treated myself to a world cruise. I felt I had this much coming to me after all the years I had put into the place. When I saw young people on board the ship enjoying themselves I was reminded of how much I had missed. Edward had been a loving man but I still felt I had been denied a youth. All my good years had been spilled down the drain of that dry cleaning shop that had given us a living wage and no more.

“I met Danny in my travels. He was a widower about my age who had two growing sons, Scott and Tracy. The boys were at school back in America and he was taking a rare vacation alone for once. Danny obviously thought the same about me because he showered me with attentions. By the time we both arrived home we knew we were in love.

“Danny took me to see his two sons who were being looked after by relatives at the same time. They were handsome lads. Scott was seventeen and preparing to enter college and Tracy was sixteen. The boys liked me and this was all Danny had to know. He proposed and we were married.

“My husband's job required him to travel a lot following teams around the country. I stayed home with the boys and it was a strange new experience becoming a mother for the first time. The boys were a delight and I was glad to see that both of them had active social lives which was something I never had as a kid. Tracy, the sixteen year old, was on the shy side but still popular with the girls. Scott was more outgoing and he wanted to be a pro football player someday.

“I let the boys bring their friends into the house and I suppose I was not very strict with them because the neighbors always complained about the noise. I guess, in a way, I was giving these teenage parties for my benefit. I still could not forget how my aunts refused to have any of my friends inside the house.

“When Danny came home he applied a firm hand but he would always be off again to attend some other game so that the boys knew all they had to do was wait until he left to swing. The relatives that used to take care of the boys during my husband's trips were no longer around because I was now the mistress of the house. I was a poor choice since I wanted a teenage crowd around me as much as my stepsons.

“Scott and Tracy told me that some of their friends had crushes on me. You know that Television ad where boys mistake much older women to be young girls? Well, that was the kind of situation I found myself in with these teenage lads. I was flattered. I had always been proud of my youthful figure and I was glad of the attention I was getting from the boys.

“Perhaps I began to feel too much like a teenager because I started to look upon Tracy and Scott, my 'sons,' as boyfriends instead of lads I had to care for and protect. I could also see that it wasn't easy for the boys to look upon me as a 'mother,' either. To them I was a still-young and attractive female who was living with them.

“At sixteen and seventeen boys have powerful sexual urges and my two were no different. They were curious about sex and female nudity and there were times I was aware of them peeking into my bedroom. I enjoyed sleeping in the nude and sometimes my breasts were exposed above the covers. Since I didn't want the lads to feel guilty about sex I pretended to be asleep and would roll over.

“Scott and Tracy were both given to masturbation. I could tell this by the stains I used to find on their bedsheets and towels they often took to bed with them to sop up the semen. They also kept girlie and nudist magazines hidden in their drawers. I didn't find them because I was prying but simply came across them while cleaning up. Tracy, the shy sixteen year old, once found me flipping through pages of a nudist magazine that he had left under his pillow. He blushed redly but I made it clear to him that it was quite natural to be curious about women at his age. And, since the subject of sex had been brought up, I told him that every teenage boy in the world found sexual outlet through masturbation. Tracy seemed very grateful that I wasn't going to shame him. When I was his age I had been much too introverted about sex. My aunts thought it an evil and my mother was so lost in her own dream world that I could not talk to her about this most important subject. I was glad that I was able to talk to Tracy about it freely. For a woman who had never been a mother I thought I had dealt with the sixteen year old boy's sexuality very well.

“Scott, even though he had many girlfriends, was still a virgin just like his brother. He, too, kept pictures of nude girls and indulged in masturbation. I talked to him about sex and I was careful not to lecture the lad. Like his brother he was glad to see that I was no bluenose.

“It wasn't long before the three of us were talking about sex as if I were one of the boys. Tracy wondered what it would be like to be in a nudist camp. 'I can't see how those guys can walk around without a hard-on,' he said.

“The boy pointed to a picture in a nudist magazine showing a group of nude men and women together. All of the males had limp sex organs. Scott took a look at the picture and said, 'I got a stiff prick now just watching them.'

“'Well, I wouldn't have that worry if I ever went to a nudist camp,' I told them.

“The boys looked at me hotly and I could feel them undressing me with their eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that I had aroused them into wanting me and figured it was time for me to leave the room. That night I heard the lads talk about sex, nudity… and me. 'Man, I'd love to see Janet naked!' Scott exclaimed. 'I wonder if her cunt is blonde, too?'

“'Scott,' Tracy chided, 'she's our mother, remember?'

“'No she isn't. She's the woman our father married. Don't make me out to be a motherfucker.'

“'I… I wouldn't mind getting into her,' Tracy admitted.

“'Who wouldn't? I can't see why dad leaves her here all the time. If she were my woman I'd been plowing into her every hour on the hour.'

“This was the way the boys talked about me for awhile. The conversation even became more sexual. As I lay in bed I rubbed my aroused nipples in excitement. Every woman wants to be wanted and just because there was a legal arrangement that made these boys my sons it didn't mean their feelings… and mine… were incestuous. If they had not been so legally bound to me I would've given in to them. What was the harm in having a pair of healthy young males have sexual pleasure for the first time? Eventually some other woman would have them. They might, in their young passions, impregnate girls. I felt that every teenage boy should be introduced to sex by an older woman. Sex, like everything else, was a learning process.

“The following morning I felt eyes on me. My breasts were above the blanket and I opened my eyelids just enough to see Tracy standing near the door. He was wearing a robe but I could see that he was naked under it because he had his penis in his hand. He was playing with himself as he stared.

“'Come in, Tracy,' I said softly…

“It was just after dawn and the house was very quiet. Scott was still asleep in the other room. My husband, as usual, was across the country getting ready to announce a ballgame.

“The sixteen year old boy covered his sex with the robe and walked into my room. I sat up in bed and didn't bother to cover my breasts. Tracy gazed at them and swallowed. 'Isn't this better than looking at magazines?' I smiled.