David Alexander: Bert

"Bert," Robin's voice called to him, soft, magnetic, colorful. For a brief instant, he mangaed to compare it to the picturesque backyard. "Carole doesn't want to talk to you. Is something wrong? Can I help?"

Bert was in a daze of rejection. Carole had totally and irrevocably dismissed him. "It doesn't matter, Mrs. van der Hoff. Thanks."

As he stood, he felt cool, long fingers on his arm restraining him. He looked down and Robin was hanging onto his arm preventing him from leaving. Bert's eyes slowly traced the creamy line of her arm to the green mist of her dressing gown. He noticed it had come untied at the throat and was now open and exposing the very tops of her breats. He heavily sat back down and just stared at her.

She asked again, "Is there anything I can do?" Her azure eyes studied him with a mixture of sympathy and understanding – and something else Bert wasn't sure he recognized.

Under he persuasive questioning, he finally spilled the entire story. And somehow, he managed to tell her he was still a virgin. His ears burned a flaming red when he realized how much he had told this woman about some very personal things. She seemed a sympathic listener and, right now, that was what Bert needed.

"Bert, my daughter is…a bit distant. But it's for about the same reason you're so upset now. She isn't sure of her- self, and by building a wall around herself, she can fend off anyone she isn't sure about. It's one way to keep from getting hurt.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. But the wall seems to be more of an iceberg."

"It could just be your approach, Bert. I have an idea. Why don't you pretend I'm Carole and ask me to pose for you? It'll give you an opportunity to see how she'll react." Robin settled comfortably down on the large sofa and faced Bert, her trim calves peeking out from under her thin covering.

Bert wasn't certain, but Robin finally convinced him to try. He presented his case but found it difficult. The top tiestring of her green dressing gown exposed more and more of her silky-fleshed tits as she leaned forward. The gentle bounce and sway of her boobs rustled the flimsy fog-like material and excited Bert immensly. As much as he tried to prevent it, he found himself growing hard. In an attempt to control his body, he quickly looked at the floor to keep from staring at her now half-exposed breasts with the ruddy tips peering through the fabric.

This made his erection throb and hurt even more. The emerald green gown had scooted up, and now he had an un- restricted view of Robin's legs all the way to mid-thigh. The creamy, lusciously smooth skin stirred emotions inside him that he tried desperately to deny. As Robin slowly, provocatively opened her legs into a wide V, he caught the merest flash of fleecy blonde pussy peering out at him from under the pile of nylon.

"What's the matter, Bert? You look uncomfortable hot. Come over here and let me take your sweater off for you." Bert felt as if he were no longer in control of his own actions. It was someone else controlling his legs when he rose and went to sit beside the mother of the girl he so desperately wanted to screw. It was someone else who allowed her to take off his sweater, shirt, and started skinning him out of his jeans. When he was totally naked, the emotional impact of what was happening slowly dissipated.

He was still confused but no longer shocked into inactivity. His fingers fumblingly untied another of the tiestrings on Robin's gown. Her smile encouraged him to continue. Soon, the Brazilian topaz-green material seemed to hang like the banks of a river, a river of white, tantalizing flesh. Robin stood and slowly shrugged her shoulders and the dressing gown fell away and she stood totally naked for Bert's now lusting examination of her body.

As he hungrily eyed her, he almost came right then and there. That would have been the supreme embarrassment. He managed to quiet his churning nuts and just gaze at Carole's mother.

She was prettier than any of his wet dreams. Blonde, beautiful, willing. Bert didn't have the experience – yet – to really appreciate everything being offered him. The skyblue eyes of the woman studied Bert but always came back to linger at his seven inch long erection.

If Robin lusted after his man-size prong, Bert was confused as to what to desire most. Her boobs were a delight to behold – or hold. They were high set, firm with just enough slackness to dance and sway back and forth in gentle arcs when she moved. Robin moved well, he had to admit that. Everything seemed to be perfectly proportioned and she was as graceful as a high fashion model. She slowly turned for him to reveal every last secret of her body. For him! Bert couldn't understand it. He struck out with her daughter and now Robin was trying to seduce him.

Trying? He'd make sure this lovely creature was successful!

As her tits wove invisible circles in the air with their ruddy-brown tips, Robin turned her back to Bert. The smooth expanse of flesh flared to broad, womanly hips and the best ass Bert had ever seen. The legs and thighs presented to him were connisseur material. Shapely, trim, and long.

Tiring of posturing for the boy. Robin reached out and pulled him down onto the soft bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Bert irrelevently noticed it was a fake fireplace and didn't burn real logs. But when Robin kissed him, he knew the feeling of real fire instantly.

As he luxuriated in the feel of the soft fur caressing his naked body, Robin's tongue edged into Bert's mouth and toyed with his oral member. He almost gagged, then got the hang of positioning his organ of taste so that Robin's delving member would stroke and lightly glide over his. They kissed for what seemed an eternity to Bert, and he reveled in every second of it! He couldn't believe his good luck. His first lay!

Panic struck him when Robin reached down and gripped his firm cock. What if he didn't do it right? Almost as if she had a killing touch, he felt his hard-on wilt.

Robin didn't seem to notice. She began massaging his balls, tweaking and delicately pinching his scrotum, gently running her long fingers through his pubic hair. As she breathed heavily in his ear, hot breath exciting him, she managed to whisper, "Don't worry about anything, darling. I'll take care of you. Just lay back and enjoy it."

Tongues of flames licked at his ear as her wet, warm ton- gue flicked in and out. She gently nibbled his earlobe as she continued her manual stroking of his penis.

Bert was both surprised and happy when his cock began to stir and rear its proud head again. Robin quickly grabbed its burgeoning full length and began stroking. Her fingers felt cool, but Bert experienced intense erotic fire burning and searing in his tool from the base to the very tip.

It slowly occured to his pleasure filled mind he could be doing something with his hands. He reached out and took both of Robin's jugs firmly in hand. He slowly, rythmmically squeezed them and was pleased when she emitted a low, shuddery sigh of pleasure. The nipples seemed to expand and grow as he played with them. It fascinated him to watch the the tiny reddish-brown nubbins erupt into hard, blood-filled little fingers pointing at him. His hands soon became cramped and he did what came naturally. He pulled Robin to him and began suckling at her tits. This seemed to excite her immensely and the feeling of her breathing increase excited Bert, too. He had to try to control himself because he could feel the sperm and semen crouching in his balls for the long spring down his iron-hard love pipe.

He tongued the nipples and pushed them around in small circles, back and forth until Robin continually moaned and once even emitted a little shreak. It scared Bert for a second, then he figured everything was still all right because she tightened the grip on his cock.