Ben: Miseducating youth
Edited by Lance Vargas
(Fm, pedo, 1st)
EDITOR'S NOTE: This is the transcript of a recording I made while talking with the friend of a friend in Orange County, California in 2001. We were in a hot tub at the time and talking about fantasies. She related this story not as a fantasy, but as a memory that still drives her libido. My only regret is that the 15 year old me never met someone like Joan.
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I have no idea why I felt the way I did. I'm 35 years old, a single mom and have been divorced for six years now. One would think I would learn to control my urges by now, but every so often this feeling of lust overtakes me. And it's not aimed at anyone in particular. It just envelopes me and takes over my senses... and my judgment.
What made it worse was that Mattie had a friend over for the night, and I've been thinking about it since the friend came over. It's the Colson boy, and I've known him since he was born. But unlike Mattie, Ben really grew up into a very virile young man. He was on the junior varsity soccer team, and his legs looked fantastic.
Oh my gosh, why am I even thinking like this? This is madness, and I've got to get my head together. I've already wasted most of Saturday morning just feeling sorry for myself. I thought about masturbating, but that would probably make things worse.
I mean it's so bad I was trying to find a way to let Ben see me in a delicate way. You know, I would let something slip or my robe open. But thankfully a single mature brain cell took over. Unfortunately, that brain cell was terribly outnumbered. And I plotted some more.
I cannot believe I was wrestling with this! Joan, just what did you think you were going to do? Did I really want to have sex with a 15-year-old boy? That's ridiculous! As my best friend, Sheila told me, with a body like mine I could have any man in the Tri-State area. I was very proud of my body as I put in a lot of 5:30 mornings at the gym and would come home to feed Mattie and get him off to school before heading to the bank. Yes, I am woman hear me roar!
And Mattie was such a good boy. What would he think if he heard his sick mother talking about "doing" his best friend?
I don't think they realize how thin the walls in the TV room are. How does Mattie think I know how late he stays up? Because I can hear the television as if it were in the same room!
I turn down my radio when I hear my son scream "You're sick, dude." And for a second I got worried that I would have to bring Ben home or to the doctor. I promise that's why I started listening. I really did not intend to eavesdrop.
Mattie says "That's my mom, man. You're really sick."
And Ben replies, "Yeah, man but you gotta admit she has the biggest knockers you ever seen. Man, I could just kiss them all day."
"Shut up, Man. Just shut up!"
"So she doesn't have any boyfriends or guys coming over?"
"No, man, she doesn't have anybody like that. It's just her and me here."
"Shit, she could probably use a handful of this, huh?"
"Crap, Ben, put your dick back in your pants. Shit, you're crazy, and no she wouldn't want it. No girl would. It's like a god damn donkey dick."
I want to burst into the room immediately to see the donkey because my heart is beating out of my chest, and I actually jump out of the bed but catch myself and let reason take over. Well let it take over to a certain extent.
I grab the front of my robe and shiver for a moment. I close my eyes to try to clear my head but I keep thinking donkey dick.
Completely devoid of any sane thought I walk over to my closet. It appears my horny brain has made a decision without conferring with my rational brain. I find my sun dress that I haven't worn in over a year. I hope it still fits. Actually I'm hoping it doesn't fit, and it doesn't. Perfect! The top is way too small for me, and I'm bulging out. A final act of commitment to the cause is kicking off my panties.
Now what? I mean do I intend to seduce Ben in front of Mattie? Do I ask Mattie to watch? I am only so desperate and depraved.
As much as I want to just walk into the room unannounced and make a grand appearance I call from around the corner to Mattie and he responds with "Yeah, Mom?"
When I walk into the room I see Ben looking at me with his mouth open while Mattie has a video controller in his hand and is absorbed in the game on the screen. As if by divine revelation I look on the top of the TV and without thinking say "Mattie, do you know those videos are due at 4:00 o'clock? And I'm not paying a late fee!"
"Aw, Mom, can you bring us..."
"No, I am not driving across town. I told you when you got them that you would have to return them."
"But Ben is here. He can't ride with me on the scooter."
"Well then you're just going to have to say good-bye to your company... or ask him to wait for you."
"Hey, Man, you wanna hang around here? It won't take me long."
I held my breath.
"Uh sure, is it ok if I just hang here Mrs. H?"
"Sure Ben, you're more than welcome to stay while Mattie goes. Listen, Matthew, drive carefully. Keep that helmet on at all times and do not take Laurel."
"Awww Mom, I gotta take Laurel or it'll take forever!"
"No, young man. It's Saturday, and the traffic is awful. Side streets only."
"Aw, man, it's gonna take forever. Ben, you can go home if you want."
"No, man, it's ok. It's ok, Mrs. H?"
"Yes, it's fine, Ben. You can stay here and play games."
I knew it would take Mattie at least an hour and a half to make it there and back, so now the decision was do I go through with it or do I chicken out like I figure I would. Chicken out and wait until everyone is sleeping before digging in the bottom drawer for the well worn Hitachi and hoping no one hears the buzz. Yeah, that doesn't sound like a good alternative at all.
So, let's just see where it goes.
I packed his backpack with the movies and sent him off on his motor scooter. That damn scooter. He wanted it so badly, but still he asks me to take him everywhere. Well, I'm glad I'm finally putting my foot down and making him use it. That's how I rationalize it.
I expected Ben to be in the tv room playing games when I turned around, but he is standing in the kitchen watching me.
"Can I get you something to drink, Ben?"
"Uh no thanks, Mrs. H."
"Ben, when it's just us please call me Joan. You make me sound so old."
"Ok... Joan. I'll try."
"Ben when will you be 16?"
"Next month. Mattie knows and I invited him..."
"No, that's not what I mean. I just mean that you've grown so much. I mean you look like an adult. Look at your arms and legs. They're so big."
I walk closer to him to feel his arm, and I can tell he's nervous.
"You must do more than play soccer, right?"
"Uh yes ma'am, I work out, too."
"So do I! See?" and I rub my hands down my hips.
Ben gulps audibly, and I stifle a giggle.
"Yes, ma'am. Uh Joan?"
"Yes, Ben?"
"I just want to say I think you're very pretty. I mean like the prettiest woman I ever met, I mean, ever seen even."
I am truly flushed. His flattery is just so sincere and he sounds so shy. I have a brief pang of guilt about what I want to do. But it passes in a heartbeat when I look at his crotch and see the beginning of an erection form in his tight jeans.
"Why thank you so much, Ben. Here. Let's go in the tv room and sit down where it's comfortable. Or better yet, let's go in here. I have a settee in my bedroom that nobody ever uses. Unless you want to go play video games.'
"Oh no, ma'am. I'll go sit down."
Good. I lead him into the spider's web. Good god, am I really going to go through with this? My loins are screaming yes.
We sit at opposite ends of my curved settee. The silence is so awkward and the tension high.
I ruffle my dress in a lame attempt to look like I'm straightening it out, but I lift it high hoping he gets a glimpse of what's underneath. He does. His eyes are riveted.
"So, Ben, a big boy like you must have a girlfriend, right?"
"Uh no ma'am."
"But I thought you and the little Benning girl were going out."
"Uh, we were, but we kinda broke up."
"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that. She was cute."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Did something happen?"
I ask this question because I heard through the grapevine that he had tried to do the nasty with her and she refused. Well, maybe I can push his libido over the limit to where he can relive that moment, and trust me, I wouldn't refuse.
"Well, we just didn't get along anymore."
"Yes, I'm sure. But I know a growing boy like you likes to be with a girl. I mean to have as a friend and share things with. And I know you think girls are nice to look, I mean you just said I look nice."
I wink as I say this and lean forward pushing my bossom even further out of its confines.
He laughs.
"Yes, ma'am. I like looking at girls a lot." He coughs and clears his throat. "And I like looking at you, too."
"Oh yeah, right. I'm so sure. Like you'd rather look at an old lady than a young girl." I pretend to mock him.
"Oh no ma'am. I mean I like looking at you a lot. I mean, I don't mean you're an old lady. You don't look like an old lady at all. You're... you're very pretty."
I know I was blushing, but I needed to push it.
"Pretty, but not sexy like girls your age," I countered.
"Oh Mrs... I mean Joan, I think you're very sexy. I mean...."
"Thank you, Ben. I think I know what you mean."
I can tell he's becoming uncomfortable, and I'm afraid I might blow it here. Or worse he might blow it - literally!
I look at his crotch and he's definitely responding. The bulge is getting so big that he's becoming self-conscious about.
"So you really do think I'm sexy? I think these are too big," I say cupping my breasts and lift them almost popping them out of the dress. His eyes are riveted to my chest.
"Oh, no ma'am," he barely croaks out. He's so tongue-tied right now that I'm sure he cannot hold a single thought in his head except looking at the boobs in front of him.
"So what do you like the most about me?"
He was trapped. Baby man fell into an adult trap. And he doesn't have the smarts to work his way out. Not that I even want him to try. I'll need to rescue him soon or he'll be babbling.
"Um I like your legs, and your hair. And your face is very pretty...."
I feel so awful listening to him trying to speak, but he's stumbling and mumbling trying to make sense.
I cup my breasts as if offering them to him.
"And your boobs... breasts. I think they're very beautiful." Now his train of thought is back on the tracks and he finds his voice.
I let my boobs go and grab my dress and flutter it up and down giggling at him.
"Oh, Ben, I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. That was not very fair of me to do that to you."
The dress going up and down has hypnotized him. The first time I lift my dress I can tell he thought he saw something. The next time it goes up he's positive he sees something. The next few times he knows he's seeing it. The bush.
The bulge in his pants is enormous. He's trying to hide it but one hand isn't going to do it. I need to take matters in hand.
I lean forward and place my hand on his leg, but I'm not aiming for his leg.
"Ben, you are such a sweet boy, and I just want you to know... oh I'm sorry! Oh my, I'm sorry, Ben. I didn't mean to touch you there. Oh my!"
He literally jumped so much his butt left the settee! I imagine that his head just exploded when I placed my hand directly over his erect penis and squeezed. He has no idea how to react, and I'm starting to feel real sorry for him. His best friend's mother is coming on strong to him, and his fantasy is about to be realized, but he doesn't know how to handle it. Never fear, Joan is here to save the day and hopefully teach a little lesson.
"Ben, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to touch your peter. I didn't know it was right there."
I am such a bad liar because I'm smiling at him the whole time, and I hope he knows it.
"It's OK, Mrs. H. I'm ok, I just need to go to the bathroom...."
"No, just stay right here. You're ok. You're not bothering me at all. In fact, I'm very very flattered that I appeal to a young man like you. Especially a young man built like you. You feel very... grown up. You are really hard down there huh?"
"Yes ma'am."
I know he wants to say "Want to see?" but he catches himself.
"I mean it feels huge. But it looks so uncomfortable for you. If you would like to make yourself more comfortable you could... um... just go ahead. You know... maybe loosen your pants if you need..."
He doesn't make a move as if he didn't hear what I said.
So I say "Here, let me help you...."
I don't think I got the last word out before he grabs his belt, whips it off and begins fumbling at his pants button.
"Here, let me."
He's almost hyperventilating, but then so am I. I absolutely cannot believe that I am about to rape my neighbors' son. But I'm over the cliff now, and nothing can stop my fall.
I finally get the damn button undone, but trying to unzip his pants is a chore because I have to go over his log, so he adjusts himself, and I finally get it down.
"Here, let's take these down."
He tries to hold on to his underwear while I pull his pants down, but I slap his hand away and drag them both down at the same time. His pole of a penis swings back with a vengeance. And I can only call it a pole because that's exactly what it looks like.
He has to be at least 7 inches long and so fat I can't even fathom it. How in the world can a child have a penis that thick?
"Oh Ben, you're huge! Did any girl ever tell you that?"
His voice is strained.
"Just Debbie Benning, but she...."
It makes sense now. He scared the poor girl away.
"Well, it's very handsome, you know."
I am hoping that from what I remember of 15 year old boys is that they recover quickly, because one thing I definitely know is that they have a short trigger.
"Oh Ben, it feels so hot," I tell him as I touch him gently underneath the head.
And that's it. He's off. His spunk is flying all over the settee and the carpet and himself. It's covering his shirt and poor baby is groaning and moaning and before I know it I'm holding a fire hose that's still going off. Nothing gentle now. I grab his shaft and begin to stroke vigorously to milk him dry. He can't even control his moaning and groaning, and I can tell he's trying to contain himself.
"Oh my, you certainly had a lot in there. Wow! Just let it out, OK?" I keep stroking him until he settles down and there's just a few drops left. He doesn't feel like he's losing much of his erection, and I'm elated.
"Let me get something to clean you," I say as I dart quickly into the bathroom.
I soak a washcloth under the warm water, and while I'm in there I push my breasts even further out of the sundress and run back in the room.
"Here, let me wipe you up."
I clean off his neck, penis and legs. I look at his shirt and tell him we'll have to wash it, and I take it off. His chest is magnificent - just barely getting hair, but chiseled like a statue.
I reach over to pull his arm out of his sleeve and my right boob decides to make an appearance. Good girl. Right on cue.
"Oooo, I'm so sorry, Baby. I didn't mean to expose myself like that."
I pretend to ignore the breast in favor of getting his short off, and I'm jiggling like a bowl of Jello.
"It's ok, Joan. I don't mind."
I notice his penis is a bit more rigid.
"Well, ok. If you don't mind, then let me let this down because it's kind of uncomfortable. I remove the strap behind my neck and pull down the front of my sundress exposing my entire chest to him.
"Holy crap" escapes his lips before he catches himself.
"Pardon? Oh, yeah. Sorry. I can pull up my top..."
"No! I mean... it's ok... I just never... holy crap!"
He's tongue tied again. I'm glad.
"Ben, if you want to..." I push my chest out and take his hands, placing them on each breast.
He's mauling me as soon as his flesh touched mine. I must train this one in the ways of gentlemanly pursuit of the booby.
Before long he is rubbing and lick and squeezing carefully, and I'm in heaven. I'm also uncomfortably close to popping the big O, and I really want to save it. I usually do not have multiple orgasms so I really have to make the one count. And if I've come this far I might as well make it the best I can get. I may never get another chance with Ben, although I tend to doubt that.
"Oh Ben, it's so hot in here. I hope you don't mind." And I remove my sundress completely. I'm now naked in front of him, and I wonder if he's ever seen a completed naked female in real life before.
It's apparent that little wedge of brown curls has him completely mesmerized. I rub one finger over it, and he is transfixed.
"There. That's better."
I open and close my legs, and he never averts his eyes. I see Mr. Stiffy go to full attention. Damn, young boys recuperate so quickly! More quickly than I thought!
It doesn't look likes he's going to take the initiative, so I'm going to have to be even bolder.
"Ben, watching what you just did has made me all tingly between my legs right here," I almost whisper while rubbing myself with one finger.
His eyes are glued to my crotch.
"You remember how good it felt when I touched you?"
He nodded quickly.
"It would feel so good to me if you would touch me too," I cooed.
I open my legs and let him explore. He is so gentle, but I actually want a little more action. But I don't want to rush him. He takes his time and rubs and pokes. I'm going out of my mind. Fortunately, he's not methodical enough to bring me off, because I want to enjoy this as much as I can.
He's a quick learner. He finds the folds and my vagina. He gently inserts one finger in to gauge my response. Satisfied he goes even further. When he hits my clitoris I jump and moan in his ear.
He continues to rub and bumps it again. Again I jump and moan a little louder.
Embolden he now uses both hands. He inserts one finger in me and he other hand concentrates on my clit. His attack is relentless, and I cannot even begin to mount a defense. I can't do a thing except feel and respond.
And that's when I feel my toes curl and the moan comes from deep within me and begins to explode slowly from my vagina all the way up to my head. This doesn't startle him in the least and he continues until I am in a full blown orgasm, and I cannot explain it to you further because I have no idea what I'm doing.
I grab both of his hands holding them still and tell him that I can't take it anymore. I think he understands because he's smiling. He looks like an Adonis. He's standing between my legs, and I'm panting like a fool. I look down to see that he is at full attention again. He looks even bigger than before. I'm hoping he can last longer than before.
"OK, I'm too sensitive down there, but I want to make you feel good, too."
I get on my knees in front of him and take hold of his erection. It's throbbing again. His sac is so full of two huge testicles. It's amazing. But that shaft is so big, and I stroke it slowly an examine it.
I pull it down towards me and lick it lightly on the tip. It's salty and kind of funky, but in a good way.
I wrap my lips around just the head, and I hear a sharp intake of breath. I just want to swallow him. He's calling my name over and over.
"Oh Joan, Oh Joan, Oh oh oh."
I finally take as much of him as I can and his huge glans hits the back of my throat. I'm not going to gag I tell myself. I've never been able to deep throat before, and I have no intention of trying to with this beast.
It didn't matter because that's as far in as he could go or last. I hear him before I feel him pulse and my mouth is filled with boy spunk again. I grab his butt, which is as tight as a drum, and pull him towards me. His hands instinctively grabs my head wanting so much to pull me toward him but trying not to.
I dig into to him trying to get even more in, but it's impossible. He's leaking around my lips, but I try to swallow as much as I can. Very salty. But still tastes better than my ex-husband when he was drunk.
Ben is fully baptized now and he falls back into the settee. His erection half-wilted now, but still far from flaccid.
I sit back on the settee and spread my legs. I begin to rub myself in front of him fulfilling every exhibitionist tendency I ever entertained. His attention is split between my crotch and my breasts, which are now heaving on me and bouncing up and down.
It has the desired effect, and I see his missile rise even again! His recovery time is phenomenal!
He steps out of his pants and kicks them away. We are both completely naked.
I let him catch his breath before I ask, "Ben, I want to do something with you, but I want to make sure you want to do it."
"I do. I really do," he pants
He gets on his knees and waddles toward me, his huge dick sticking straight out. I grab his cock and guide it toward my honey hole. I rub it up and down a few times and I hear him groan. Then it's my turn to groan as I pull him into me, and I am full!
It feels wonderful having a man in me again. I feel wanted, desirable and oh so full. He stretches me, and the feeling is exquisite.
As if by instinct he begins to go in and out. I am in heaven. He is grunting. I am panting. He goes faster. And faster again. I have never had an orgasm from penetration, so I am puzzled as to what's happening. But it's real, and I feel it again. His jack-rabbit style has whipped me into a frenzy. My boobs are flying everywhere and he's trying to hold on to them. One is in his mouth and the other is flopping around his hand.
Then my head explodes again! I feel the moan coming from deep within and overtakes my body! My world is an earthquake, and I hold on for dear life. Then I hear him scream loudly and he pushes himself even further into me. I think I faint for a brief moment.
He's grunting and pushing and almost sounds like he's crying. His voice is high pitched. He just came inside of a woman for the first time. I am not only satisfied I am sated.
But the guilt washes over me. I just corrupted a minor. I just committed a felony. I could not only be the pariah of my town I could be put in jail for a long time. My elation is suddenly dashed to reality. Why did I do this?
Would I do this again? You bet. I give in. I'm a slut - a pedophile even. I don't care. I need to pleasure myself. Ben pleasured himself. It is what it is, and there's nothing I can do about it now except pay the consequences.
"Ben, are you ok?"
"Uh huh."
He's panting. Like me.
"Ben, we need to take a shower. To wash off."
"Ok."
I lead him to the bathroom and grab a couple of towels.
"You want to go first?"
"No ma'am, you go ahead."
I'm thinking this is going to be a voyeuristic feast for him. My shower is four feet square with clear glass. It's an exhibitionist's dream.
Hmmm, it's a big shower.
"Let's go at the same time. We can both fit."
He does not disagree. I get the water warm and then we're both in. I begin soaping up and turn around to soap up his chest. He lets me, and I go lower and lower. I'm soaping his hardening penis and scrotum, being very careful around the balls.
I turn around and let him soap my back. It doesn't take long before he reaches beneath my arms and is soaping my front caressing my breasts again. I relish his hands all over me and he reaches between my legs.
I reach behind me and feel his ramrod again. He really does seem harder and bigger than before.
"Ben, are you hard again?" I ask jokingly.
"Yes, ma'am," he grunts because I'm squeezing and stroking him.
I lean forward and reach between my legs for him. I guide him toward me. I am impaled. Again. I see the loofa drop from his hands.
He doesn't waste time. His hands are on my hips almost pushing me down further. He's jack-rabbiting again. Harder than before. Faster than before. I'm cumming just like before, and my boobs are smashed against the glass. I hold the glass to keep my head from being smashed into it as well.
Ben feels out of control now, like an animal grunting behind me with a fence pole driving in and out of me.
As I hear him start to utter a deep growl and push deeply into me I feel another orgasm rack my body even stronger than the first two. I really black out this time but come to quickly. It's as if my mind has been erased of everything except the extreme pleasure, almost pain, emanating from my vagina. And it's not stopping.
I feel him throbbing inside of me and can almost feel the cum shooting out of him.
His grip on my hips is so strong I know it's going to leave marks.
Finally, he screams and falls back against the glass, and I briefly worry that he'll shatter it. Instead he hits it and slides slowly to the shower floor. I straighten up and turn around looking at the young man naked and wilted sitting under the falling water.
I slide down and sit with him, my legs spread on either side of him.
"You ok?" I ask with a touch of concern.
He doesn't answer. And if he could he probably wouldn't know what to say.
"Ben?"
Finally he raises his head and his drooping mouth turns into a weak smile.
"I asked if you were ok?"
"I'm fantastic," he mumbles.
I help him dry off and get dressed. I just put on a robe.
When Mattie finally returns Ben is already back in front of the video game, and everything looks completely normal. Mattie never asks why I'm in a robe.
Finally around 5:30 Mattie comes into the kitchen and asks if it's ok if Ben spends another night. Ben comes into the kitchen about that time, and I look at both of them.
"Sure, I don't have a problem with it. In fact, if he wants to stay in the guest room that's ok, too."
"Why should he stay in the guest room? He can stay in my room like last night." Mattie responded.
"Well, Matthew, you're not little boys any more, and I thought Ben might like his privacy. Just saying."
"Ben, is that ok with you?"
"Uh, sure, yeah, I'll stay in the guest room." He is slow, but he finally realizes why I made the suggestion.
"OK then." Mattie zips back to the tv room. "Playing, Ben?"
"Yeah sure, be right there. I gotta get something."
I feel Ben come up behind me and presses himself into me, and I feel one hand come around me and snake into my robe and cup a breast while another lifts the back of my robe and soon I find myself with two fingers in me and Ben whispering in my ear, "Thanks, Ms. H. I mean Joan."
And I begin to shudder.
© 2015 by Lance Vargas.
READERS' COMMENTS
This was great!!
An absolutely terrific Fm, 1st story! Ben is a lucky boy! Thanks!
Please please make a follow up story this had me going no end maybe include you son in a small role ;)
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