The Summer I Turned Twelve

by Thom

The summer right after I turned twelve, I was seduced by my best friend's mother. Or did I seduce her? I'll let you be the judge of that. We definitely became lovers though—about that, there is no doubt.

It was an odd set of circumstances that allowed that to occur but I've since come to realize that life often cobbles things together that create an outcome that you would have never believed would happen. If you've read any Charles Dickens you know his work is full of those kinds of juxtapositions and coincidences that you don't quite believe but I'm here to tell you that life does sometimes imitate art.

Late in the previous summer, we had moved to a new town. I really, really hated leaving where we were but Dad's job took us where it took us and Mom found work as well. We had come from the Midwest where you might be able to live on one income, to the east where both of my parents were going to have to work in order for us to manage to stay even with our lifestyle. What made it worse was that they chose a town with a good school system which meant it was even more expensive to live there than it would have been to live somewhere else.

This really nice kid Suzy who lived in my neighborhood and I had the same bus stop. We hit it off right away. I was feeling really inadequate being in this neighborhood and not living in the snazziest of houses in the area. We had found a small fixer-upper or we wouldn't have been in town at all. Suzy, as it turned out, lived in one of the most expensive places. It had a pool. Her mother didn't work. Yet, she made me feel welcome, took me in tow at school and introduced me to all of her really neat friends.

Ha, ha, ha, you're thinking. This person is writing pure fiction. That wouldn't happen but it did; and wait, it gets even better.

I spent quite a bit of time over at Suzy's and with her mother Trudy. My parents weren't at home after school until like 6 or later depending on meetings and traffic. So, I would go to Suzy's and her mother never seemed to mind at all. We were pretty conscientious though, we did our homework, cleaned up after ourselves, stuff like that, so I don't think we were much trouble.

Sometimes her mother would come and join in on whatever we were doing. She would often act like a kid, like one of us. If we were rough housing, she might rough house with us, tickling and being tickled, giggling and laughing along with us. Sometimes if we were just zonked out on the sofa watching a movie, she might plop herself down right between us and pull both of us in for a snuggle. I've had other kids' moms do that stuff too but not as often or with as much intensity as Trudy. I enjoyed her affection and she seemed to enjoy mine when I returned it.

There was something else she did that I didn't realize the significance of until later. Trudy would often ask me to help her with something without asking Suzy too as well. Maybe Trudy would be arranging some flowers in the breezeway and she would ask me to give her a hand with some part of it. Or maybe she would be cooking something in the kitchen and Trudy would ask me to come and cut up some veggies for salad or set the table.

I didn't mind doing these things for her since I was spending so much time at her house and she was the only adult I knew that I could really talk to. As the fall became winter and the winter became spring, it was almost as if we had become friends. We would hang out together sometimes when Suzy was busy somewhere else in the house.

And something else, when we might be standing close to one another, she might put her hands on my back. Or when we said goodbye, her hug might last a little longer than expected.

As summer approached and with it the topic of what was to become of me during the long summer break while my mother was working, Trudy took it for granted that I would be hanging out with her and Suzy. I was fine about this, of course. I was looking forward to their pool and my time with both of them. I'm sure I would have been fine staying on my own but this was way better. Trudy apparently had a talk with Mom because Mom told me that I would be spending time at their house.

The thing that took me by surprise was that Suzy was supposed to be away at a summer camp for all of July and half of August. That would mean that, for the most part, I was to spend most of my summer with Suzy's mother Trudy without Suzy around at all. At the time this didn't bother me and, in fact, I was looking forward to that even. Suzy's mom was so neat and was so caring and affectionate with me that I was looking forward to the attention.

As soon as it got warm Suzy's dad opened the pool but we didn't really start to enjoy it until school got out. Their back yard was completely surrounded by a really high stockade fence and bushes which made it completely private. One day when it was just the three of us and we had decided to swim, Trudy said that they usually swim in the nude when Suzy's dad wasn't around and would it bother me if they did. Trudy said I could do whatever I liked if I wasn't comfortable being nude. She said they liked the way the water felt on their bodies and they could get an all over tan.

I was shy at first and hesitated getting undressed but Suzy pushed off her shorts, tee and panties in no time. Trudy emerged from the master bedroom completely naked as well. I gawked at the two of them for a little bit and then slid off my clothes too.

Suzy was more developed than I was. Her tits were like real breasts—not large but more than a handful. Her areoles were large, covering a lot of her tits. She had started to sprout hair on her mound, but it was just downy—more like a shadow than real public hair.

At that time, I had nearly a flat chest. My nubs were walnut sized, just becoming something that needed covering at all. I had no public hair even starting to emerge. I didn't even get my period until the winter after that summer—a late bloomer.

I can't think that I had seen a lot of naked women at that time, not even my mom very much. As I had gotten older there had been less and less nudity in the house—propriety perhaps or so as not to tempt my dad maybe. We never talked about it.

Trudy was gorgeous. She was tall for a woman and had long shapely legs. Trudy's tummy was flat and muscular. Her breasts were full but firm. Her areoles were smaller than Suzy's but her nipples were long and a bit erect when I first saw them. Trudy's pussy was hairless. Her slit was mostly closed like mine and Suzy's. I didn't realize at the time that she was more an exception than the rule with adult cunts.

Trudy caught me staring at her sex though. I'm pretty sure she was also staring at mine. Liked to keep it clean and neat, she reported. She also remarked how pretty I was and that she was glad that I felt comfortable joining them in their skinny dipping. I stammered that I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I think Trudy blushed. She opened her arms to me, smiling. Hugging me tightly to her chest, she thanked me and told me what a great kid I was.

A bunch of feelings rushed over me during that spontaneous hug that day. It lasted a bit longer than a casual one might have. I realized I loved Trudy in a way that I don't think I had ever loved anyone or anything before that point. Our naked skin touching in so many places, her breasts were pressed just under my neck, her sex was at my stomach, mine just below hers, was very exciting. That's when I blushed. Trudy kept hold of my hand, leading me to the pool and we leapt in together after Suzy.

I guess I could say I was ready for Suzy to go to camp and then again, maybe I wasn't. Her dad and mom took her up on a weekend and came back late on Sunday. Monday was the first day I would have been there when she wasn't. I waited a little longer than I usually do after Mom left for work to go over even though I know I was supposed to go over right away.

Trudy wondered where I had been and what I was up to. She seemed as anxious for me to be there as I was about not being there. At first I think maybe we didn't quite know what to do with one another but in reality, Suzy had never really defined anything we did together. I think that the few weeks leading up to our being alone that summer, we had already been alone, together. Our awkwardness lasted about an hour and then we slipped into our typical routine of eating and swimming and eating and watching a movie in the afternoon and maybe taking another dip before Suzy's dad came home, all naked of course.

My becoming intimate with Trudy didn't happen all of a sudden—or maybe it finally did seem all of a sudden but looking back on it, it took a little bit to build up. What finally happened was that we had spent so much time pretty much nude around one another outside at the pool that we stayed that way most of the day, inside as well.

One day a couple of days or maybe weeks after Suzy left for camp, I came over for the day and Trudy was already naked. She gave me her usual morning hug and kisses only this day she pressed her naked body into my clothed one. As she released me, she suggested that I should get comfortable, which I took to mean that I should get naked too.

I did, it certainly felt right. I have to say that without knowing it, I was getting aroused by being naked around Trudy. As it turns out, she was getting more and more aroused by my being naked and her being naked around me, showing off her body to me. And her body was definitely hot.

The actual seduction, if that's what it was by that time, happened a few weeks into Suzy's camp. There had always been the hugs and holding and kissing in the morning when I first got there and later in the day when we were hanging out indoors. We would routinely cuddle naked on the sofa and watch a movie or read or just be with one another. I mean our bare skin touching one another, Trudy's arms around me, or mine around her waist had become common place.

This one particular afternoon though we were snuggled on the sofa. It had been particularly hot outside and after our swim we had run through the outdoor shower together, dried off and entered the dark, air-conditioned family room off of the pool deck. Trudy had picked out a movie that we both wanted to see and we had dropped onto the sofa to watch it. Characteristically, we were sitting side by side, our naked bodies touching.

As the movie got going, I noticed that Trudy's far hand, the one that was free and away from me, had moved into her crotch, onto her pussy really. A couple of fingers, the first two, were pushing into her labia—not splitting her slit at all and not pushing hard but she was definitely masturbating.

Masturbating wasn't anything new to me. I had been doing it since I was like four or five. My mother had originally given me a hard time about it and then, as she noticed I couldn't stop myself and wasn't about to give it up, just began to ignore it. Like she could have explained it to me and saved me a lot of later filling in the gaps as it were but whatever. Seeing Trudy doing it pushed me right over the edge though and I couldn't help but touch myself.

Without any spoken words or acknowledgement of what we were doing or what we ultimately accomplished that afternoon, Trudy and I masturbated ourselves to a simultaneous orgasm. At the end, as we sucked air and tried to catch our breath, we laughed, actually more like a giggle, and tried to bring our mouths together in a kiss. I'm sure it would have been quite romantic except that we were still panting and laughing out loud.

We did the same thing each of the next few days. Trudy would touch herself. I would follow suit. One of her arms would be around me, one of mine around her. Our free hands would dig into our sex. We would watch ourselves doing it. Sitting closely, we could watch both of ourselves at the same time.

With our silence about what we were doing, our hands were almost disembodied; we were watching two people masturbate. It could have been part of the movie we had put on. Our orgasms, remaining simultaneous, got better and better each day. Each day we would be giggling and panting and try really hard to kiss each other afterward but it was hopeless.

Friday of that week, when it was time for me to go home, I didn't want to leave. It was clear that Trudy didn't want me to leave either. We dressed knowing that her husband was coming home. We didn't want him to catch us naked. We still hadn't acknowledged what had transpired. As the time got closer to his arrival and my needing to leave, we held on to each other tighter than ever. As we heard his car in the drive way, Trudy pulled me toward her and kissed me on the mouth. She whispered as we heard the kitchen door open that she knew other ways that girls could be together and make each other feel good. If I liked, she would show me some of them next week.

That weekend lasted forever. I was as sullen a teenager as ever existed and I'm sure my parents felt the brunt of it. For the most part I hadn't been the typical spoiled hellion that many children are at my age. That particular weekend though, I suspect I made up for every bit of my being reasonable until then. When I wasn't alone in my room, digging my hand into my sex, getting off, imagining being with Trudy, I was moping around the rest of the house, taking up space and spreading bad karma.

On Monday morning I couldn't wait to get over to Trudy's house. I rushed over as soon as Mom left for work. Trudy was waiting at the door for me. As soon as I got there she opened it and let me in. She was wearing a terry-clothe robe over what I presumed was nothing. We sort of stumbled into each other's arms. Our lips came together in a romantic kiss that seemed like it lasted a week but must have been only a few seconds. She told me that she had missed me over the weekend. I told her that she couldn't have missed me as much as I had missed her. She opened her robe which proved me right about what was underneath and wrapped me up in it, pressing me up against her bare skin.

We kissed again more passionately than before and I began to wiggle out of my clothes. I didn't want to have clothes between Trudy and me, though I wasn't sure what I was going to do after I was naked except to try to get back to where we left off on Friday, masturbating on the sofa. Trudy of course had other ideas.

She led me naked into the bed room and told me to lie on the bed. Trudy threw her robe over a chair and crawled up over me. She kissed me fully on the mouth. I instinctively reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands. She kissed her way down my front, sucking and licking on my titty nubs and tickling me by tonguing my belly button. When she got to my mound, she pecked it lightly with her lips and inhaled deeply. She told me how scrumptious I looked and smelled.

Rolling off of me to one side, Trudy propped herself up on an elbow and began to probe my slit with her free hand. "Let's see what we have in here," she said and gently separated my lips with her fingers. I was watching in fascination, sort of frozen. Lubricating her first two fingers by putting them deep into her own vagina, she began to go deeper into me. With her middle finger leading the way, she began working her way up from the bottom until she found my front hole. Her finger was able to enter it without difficulty and Trudy remarked that there didn't seem to be any obstructions.

I don't think I had breathed once since she began to touch me, and as she gently pushed her finger deeper and deeper into me, I began to pant and quickly came for the first time that morning. The second orgasm came shortly after as her finger kept on working its way up and found my sweet spot. Trudy teased and coaxed it with her fingers pushing me right to the edge. My body went rigid; I arched my back, pushing my middle into her hand begging for more.

As I thought I would pretty much explode, Trudy was up on all fours, spreading my sex lips apart and putting her mouth directly on my clit. Well, that was the end of consciousness for several minutes. For several minutes after that, I couldn't catch my breath. For several minutes after that, I couldn't speak. Trudy had lain down on her back and pulled me on to her in a tight hug, holding me close while I recovered.

I thanked her profusely and told her what an awesome experience that had been and wondered how she knew just what to do. She told me about getting lessons from an older woman when she was younger and she had always wanted to pass on her knowledge to someone young. Trudy said she thought I might be the right person as soon as she met me. I told her how glad I was that she had chosen me as I snuggled in her arms.

After a bit though, I realized that Trudy hadn't come yet and that the lesson would probably extend to my doing something similar to her. She sure jumped at that suggestion and gave me instructions in what she would like me to do to her, what she had been waiting a long time for someone young like me to do if she had the chance.

I was supposed to straddle her face with my bare pussy while she played with herself. This was no problem at all for me. I had just enjoyed her delicious tongue work and gotten off to the most amazing orgasm ever. This time I was able to enjoy it for longer before I felt like coming. When I did come, Trudy came too. I could feel her really working on her pussy, vigorously as she sensed I was about to come so that we could come together.

Then she wanted me to go down on her while she lay on her back with her legs spread wide, her knees raised. She pushed her bum off of the bed a bit so that her pussy was raised toward my mouth as I knelt between her legs. She pulled open her slit and it was obvious from her arousal where I needed to apply my mouth and tongue. I put my hands up on her breasts and caressed them while I licked her sweet spot like an ice-cream cone.

Her orgasm seemed to last a long time and I was so happy that I had been able to please her.

The rest of our summer together held the most amazing sex that I've ever had. As I've gotten older and had lots of other sexual experiences with both women and men, I've come to feel that it probably was the best sex I will ever have, though I keep looking for something that will top it.

As the time drew near when Suzy would return from camp and we would not have the freedom or the opportunity to continue what we had been doing, Trudy was good at preparing me for the return to normalcy that would drop upon us like a curtain at the end of a play.

She hoped that, someday though, I would be able to return the teaching that she had been given and that she had given to me to some young girl who seemed like she would be receptive to it. I haven't found that person yet but I'm always on the lookout for the opportunity.