Lydia Gray - Little boys and Laura

They finished the housework by ten-thirty and Laura suggested that they change and work on Matt's swimming lesson.

"I know that you're a little afraid of the water, Matt," she said, "but if you learn how to swim then you'll never have to be afraid again. Now why don't you go into the bathroom and change into your swim suit and we'll take our time teaching you today?"

Laura closed the bedroom door and undressed. When she reached into the drawer in her bureau, she unconsciously picked up her string bikini. Laura looked at the skimpy garment in her hand and wondered why she had chosen it.

She remembered the day she had worn it with Joey and the wonderful things that had happened. Was that why she picked it out? Was it because it was filled with pleasant, exciting memories?

Or was it the result of some subconscious desire on her part? Did she want to excite Matt? Laura shook her head. She'd never even imagined herself making love to a black.

Matt's voice through the door broke Laura's reverie.

"I'm ready, Missus… Laura," the boy called. "Okay, Matt. Go out by the pool and I'll be right with you," Laura called back.

She decided that as long as she had the string bikini in her hand she'd go ahead and wear it.

The eleven-year old black boy's eyes doubled in size when Laura joined him at the pool in her very revealing swim suit. Matt had only recently begun to develop an interest in the opposite sex. Until this moment he had not even looked at Mrs. Norton as a female, but with her big tits almost hanging out and the fringe of her pubic hair escaping from the patch between her legs, he became aware of her sexuality.

Laura noticed the boy's glance and a tiny tremor swept through her body. It made her feel good to be looked at like this!

"Okay, Matt," she said in a businesslike tone, "let's see if we can teach you how to swim today. Do you think you can remember how to float from yesterday?"

"I don't know," the boy responded with a sheepish grin. "It sure wasn't easy for me."

"It's all in your head, Matt," she laughed. "Floating is easy. Come on, I'll show you."

Laura lowered herself into the water and assumed a floating position.

Matt tried hard to concentrate on what the older woman was showing him, but his eyes couldn't seem to leave her big tits. When she told him that it was his turn to float, he jumped into the water and tried his best. He was able to get his body to the surface, but he couldn't hold it there for more than a few seconds and his feet would sink to the bottom.

"That's much better, Matt," Laura said encouragingly. "The secret to floating is to relax completely."

Laura stood next to the boy and placed her hand on the small of his back for support, all the while encouraging him to relax his body completely.

After several false starts, Matt was able to float for almost a full minute without her supporting hand. The knowledge that he could do it excited him and he tried hard.

Patiently, Laura took the black boy through the fundamentals of swimming. She found it hard to believe that he was only eleven years old. He was so big!

Several times, Laura caught herself looking at the boy's crotch. He was wearing skin-tight, green swimming trunks that were cut in the jockey style. The inexpensive knit material when it was wet clung to his genitals and she could see the clear outline of his penis and testicles. She shook her head each time she caught herself staring at his crotch and quickly looked away.

The black boy learned the proper kicking technique quickly, but seemed to have trouble coordinating his arms.

"Watch me, Matt," Laura said as she did a slow lap of the pool with an American crawl.

Matt watched carefully and then tried to imitate what he had seen the older woman do, but after the first two strokes, he began thrashing at the water with his arms and began to go under.

"Let's try it up here on the cement," Laura suggested.

She had the child stretch out on his tummy on the side of the pool and taught him how to move his arms. Kneeling beside him, she held his wrist in her hand and guided his arm through the proper stroke. Laura saw the muscles in his shoulders tense and she reached down and placed her hand on his back and told him to relax.

"That's better!" she cried when he managed to take his arm through a complete stroke without tensing the muscles in his shoulder.

A tingle raced down Laura's spine when she felt his muscles ripple beneath his ebony skin and she quickly removed her hand from his back.

"Should I try it in the water?" Matt asked.

"Sure."

Laura climbed back into the pool with the black boy and watched him. He pushed away from the edge of the pool with his legs the way she had taught him and began kicking immediately. The first three strokes went well enough, but then he began thrashing again and started going under.

"Matt, I think I know what's wrong," Laura said patiently. "Do you trust me, Matt?"

"Sure, Laura," the boy replied, shaking the water out of his ears.

"Okay, then do what I tell you and trust me," Laura said. "I'm going to be right beside you and I won't let you go under. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Your problem is that you're trying to go too fast. Your whole body is tense and you're kicking your legs much too fast. That in itself won't hurt, but what's happening is that you're trying to stroke your arms as fast as you're kicking your feet. Do you understand?"

"I think so," he replied slowly.

"What I want you to do is relax, and I mean really relax," Laura continued. "I'll be right beside you. Kick your feet slowly and move your arms slowly. Okay?"

"Okay."

Matt kicked himself away from the edge of the pool and followed her instructions to the letter. He relaxed his body and kicked his feet slowly. He stroked his arms in what seemed to the eleven-year-old boy like slow motion.

On the sixth stroke of his arm his hand hit cement and he pulled up short to find himself on the other side of the pool.

"I did it!" he cried.

Before the smiling woman could say anything, he turned, kicked away again and swam back to where he began.

The triumphant look on the young black boy's face warmed Laura's heart. His pearl white teeth slashed his face in a sparkling smile.

"Can I do it again?"

"Sure," Laura laughed.

She climbed out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water and watched the boy swim back and forth. His excitement was infectious and she encouraged him on. He crossed the pool a total of fifteen times before he stopped to rest. When he did stop, he stood in the water directly in front of Laura looking up at her.

The beautiful white woman's thighs were apart and Matt found himself looking directly at her pussy! His pulse quickened as his eyes fastened on her crotch. That patch of material between her legs didn't cover anything! He could even see her snatch outlined in the cloth!

Laura saw him staring at her pussy and a tingling sensation coursed through her system. Beneath the water she could see a bulge growing in his swim trunks.

"Come on up here and dry off," Laura smiled.

It was all Matt could do to yank his eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the pretty white woman's crotch, but he managed to get on the ladder and climb out of the water. Matt saw her eyes go to his groin when he emerged from the water and he brushed.

"Say, you are quite a young man, aren't you, Matt?" Laura said as she stared at the pointed bulge at his crotch. "I like your body. Do you like mine?"

"Well, gee… Laura, you sure are pretty," the boy said haltingly.

"That looks like a full size prick to me, Matt," she laughed, boldly reaching up and placing her hand on his hard-on. She fondled it for a moment and felt it quake beneath her hand. "Why don't you pull those trunks down, Matt, and let me see that nice prick of yours?"