Reading a learned magazine article about 'the bizarre manner in which young males are initiated into sex by more knowledgeable and proactive females, many of them even younger contemporaries,' Alex Armstrong waited for his wife to return from visiting their new grandchild. He sipped his whisky after tossing down the magazine and allowed his mind to drift, going back many years...
CHAPTER 1
In the beginning Sheryl Thom took one up the chute and the baby she called Alex was born two months before she turned nineteen. A year later Sam, the 32-year-old father childless in his own marriage, had divorced his older wife at her request when she'd found out about the baby. The junior school science teacher, moved to another city with Sheryl and their son where the couple married.
Despite Sam's naughty past, or perhaps because of it, he became a very successful school principal and was widely respected for the high moral tone and excellent discipline record of his school.
Alex remembered growing up and regularly seeing his mom in her bedroom nude from the waist up and occasionally evenly completely nude and he remained only vaguely aware that in later years before he reached eighteen she'd lost all her hair from around what she'd taught him to call her pussy. He knew a little about sex because after he turned eighteen she'd educated him in that direction and if he wandered into his parents' bedroom when they were engaged in sex his dad would pull the bed covers over them and they would resume their writhing and grunting and his mom would smile at Alex before closing her eyes and her face would radiate happiness.
It could have been expected that Sheryl Armstrong would have introduced her son to sexual intercourse as many even less sexually open mothers do, but no. The closest they came to that was the last time Sheryl had invited Alex to join her when he wandered into the bathroom and she was in the bath. They sat facing each other and smiling.
Sheryl had a completely bald pussy by then and saw Alex focused on it. She opened her legs wide and said to touch it.
Unafraid Alex stroked the fat lips. His mom, biting her lower lip and breathing heavily, invited him to insert a finger. Alex of course had expected to feel more of the same inside but instead his finger sloshed around in warm fluid and the lining of his mom's pussy were soft and uneven and very inviting.
Sheryl, head leaning right back, her breasts appearing to become larger and the nipples were up like sentries outside their guard boxes, had blurted, "More fingers."
Alex happily obliged and nursed his swollen penis in his hand. His mom had educated him about masturbation and he was to do it in private whenever he felt the urge and was never to think adversely about such a natural action and to ignore people who proclaimed it as 'dirty' or 'shameful'.
They'd heard Sam's car arrive alongside the house and Sheryl had reluctantly said to Alex to return to his room.
In the bedroom Alex stood in front of the mirror and jerked. His cock seemed thicker and hotter than ever before and he had the towel ready to catch the discharge. He blinked amazed when the first two thick semen missiles went all the way to splat on the mirror.
Bewildered he looked to where he was positioned and concluded that was where he usually stood when not jerking in bed. He reasoned having three fingers up his mom's pussy had overly-excited his dick.
Later that evening when Sam was on the phone he told his mom about his extraordinary discharge and she blinked and said how far and he repeated the mirror was at least four feet away. She told him not to worry, that was 'normally abnormal' and then she said something odd, that she if he'd blown in the bath she could have swallowed without having to move. That didn't make sense at the time, but would do so in later years when he recalled that conversation. Meanwhile Alex was in awe to discover that apparently innocuous conversation had made his mom's nipples extend and show although covered by a bra and a dress. He concluded, more wisely than he would have realized, he had very much more to learn about sex.
Alex's mom had told him after high school graduation that males in their late youth experienced sexual connection through the administrations of a thoughtful mother or eager sisters to build their experience before they hit college. Or she claimed the horny teenage boys without sisters or unaccommodating mothers gained that connection in the school's boiler-house or in the woods near their home with horny fellow students, or perhaps even through an over-sexed aunty. In additional even female or male cousins were notorious for taking virgin males.
This was rather a lot of information for young guy a little over-awed about the thought of sex to take in. Alex had graduated from high school a virgin but wasn't worried. His sexy 36-year-old mother told him to be patient, that it would happen, but if he was concerned he was to come to her.
Come to her for what? Alex walked away a little confused but with a growing suspicion. He hurried away to jerk off.
A horse-riding school was located on the perimeter of the city near where the Armstrong's lived. Sheryl was a keen rider and in the months before graduation had enrolled Alex to provide him with an activity and could help fill the long days through summer before he went off to college. Once Alex became proficient he was free to hire a horse to ride recreationally across country, a huge expanse of wasteland of swamps, small stands of woods and infertile ridges.
After the novelty of no more high school had worn off, Alex mowed lawns for neighbors for easy dollars. That had been arranged by his father to ensure Alex wasn't tempted to 'hang out with gangs' and waste away their youth by over-indulging in smoking, sex and laxness. That mention of sex almost tempted Alex to hang out but as it happened cross-country horse riding occupied his mind.
MRS CAMPBELL
Often when he was riding approaching a ridge, Alex would see one of his former schoolteachers, Iona Campbell, a Scottish immigrant, ride along the skyline displaying a magnificently straight back and with fluidity he would but marvel at. His mom alleged Alex slouched in the saddle and he'd been unbothered about that until the awesome sight of Mrs Campbell cantering along a ridge turned her into a role model for Alex.
One day he came across Mrs Campbell on the edge of woods, spelling her horse as the day was hot. She'd moved her helmet and jacket and had unbuttoned her white shirt obviously to allow cooler air to circulate.
Greeting him with an easy smile she said, "Hi Alex. I often see you watching me."
"Yeah. You ride with a magnificently straight back. Real professional like."
"Really?" Iona said, appearing really pleased. "My husband takes no interest in my riding."
"What about when you're in bed?"
God why had he said that? Alex thought alarmed. She was a teacher, not one of his giggly female fellow students. Er ex students.
To Alex's surprise Mrs Campbell laughed and said she must place a mirror in position so she could check that out. "Call me Iona dear. You are a young man now."
She patted the ground beside her.
Alex dismounted and tied the reins to a tree.
"The girth strap," she said.
He turned back and loosened by two notches the strap holding the saddle around the belly of the horse.
Sitting alongside her he said, "Wow it's hot today."
"Yes I'm sweating. Feel."
What?
Iona was holding up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her belly.
Some sort of madness, an obvious recipe for rejection, gripped Alex. He said not the belly; he'd rather test for sweat between her breasts.
She didn't hit him or splutter. She didn't speak. Iona simply undid the three lower buttons and opened her shirt widely. The tits were small but cute.
Alex the frontier explorer reached out a hand tentatively and felt the overly warm skin between her breasts and she said softly, "You have soft hands Alex."
Well he hadn't known that.
He started pulling his hand away but Iona grabbed it and placed his mitt over a little puppy.
"Jesus," he said in awe. "Your nipple is rising."
Now normally a guy would expect his ex-teacher to berate him for using the word 'Jesus' that way but Iona offered no reaction. Instead she asked, "Have you not had sex with a woman yet?"
"No simply because no likely babe has come on to me like that."
"Would you like to seduce me?"
Eh? Gee it was becoming very hot. He wiped his brow.
"Answer me Alex."
"You mean push it right up you?"
"Yes Alex. Contact with the saddle and the motion of riding always makes me feel sexy. I will be sopping. All you have to do is to push it in. I'll take care of you after that."
Huh? She would take care of him. What with a bullet through the head?
Iona saw his confusion. "I will lead. You won't know what to do will you?"
"Oh yeah. The guys reckon you just pump up and down."
"They would cut it back to barest mechanical detail, wouldn't they?"
Alex had no idea what she was on about.
Iona exposed a very hairy pussy, further confusing the youngster. His mom's was bald. He'd though all pussies would be the same.
