Story Codes: F/m, older woman/younger male, masturbation, gentle Fdom, maternal domination, authoritative/reluctance, mild humiliation/teasing, big natural breasts, nursing fetish.
All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.
Synopsis: A shy 18 year-old man becomes sexually aroused at a dinner party and is taken in hand by the beautiful hostess.
Copyright (c) 2008, Soulstroker (a.k.a. Magnifico Giganticus). ALL Rights Reserved.
Ch. 1: Invited to Dinner
It was roughly a quarter after 7pm when his father's lexus pulled up into the driveway of a nice looking middle class home. As was usual for when they traveled as a family, 18 year-old Johnny sat in the back seat behind his dad which afforded him a clear view of the house as they turned to park. It was already dark and it had taken a few minutes to find it even with the excellent directions they had been given. The house belonged to one of his father's new employees. Johnny's dad worked for a large computer company and had recently been promoted and placed in charge of the R&D department. As a result, his parents, along with Johnny and his older sister, Samantha, had been invited to dinner by one of the new people who would be working with his father, a woman named Andrea Winters.
In the drive over, Johnny's mother had reminded her children to be polite, and refer to couple they were about to visit with as Mr. and Mrs. Winters at all times. It was slightly annoying to Johnny that even now, having just graduated high school and his sister about to graduate college, his mother still insisted on repeating common-sense rules of etiquette to her children as if they were 10-year-olds. 18 or not, it was soon clear that Johnny still needed these reminders; for as soon as he set his eyes on the woman who greeted them at the door, Johnny instantly forgot all of his mother's last-minute instructions. The lady was stunning. She was a blonde with shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and rather tall for a woman. On her face was a large crimson painted smile which accented her high cheekbones. By far her most attractive feature was her well-developed chest. Her magnificent bosom and curvy hips gave her the classic hourglass shape that reminded Johnny of some 1950's movie starlet. The conservative black dress accentuated her Ruebenesque form, and Johnny quickly lost himself staring at the small glimpse of milky-white cleavage it provided.
"Johnny," came his mother's shrill voice. The spell reluctantly broke, and his eyes came to focus long enough to see a delicate hand with long, graceful fingers being extended in his direction.
"Uh, nice to meet you Mrs. Winters," he blurted out as he tenderly shook her hand with his clammy palms.
Turning to Johnny's parents, "What a hansom young man," replied Mrs. Winters, and addressing the entire group said, "Please all of you coming inside and make yourselves at home."
They were introduced to Mr. Winters, a stout looking fellow who seemed to be at least 10 or 15 years older then his wife. The fact that he was starting to loose his hair didn't help matters any. He was a jovial-looking fellow, regardless of the mismatched appearance his lumpy form made next to his stunningly graceful wife. They all retired to the living room where Mrs. Winters served drinks and aperitifs. After the initial 30 or 40 minutes, Johnny had to admit he liked these people. They were warm and friendly and Mrs. Winters would regularly throw questions his way to make sure that he and his sister didn't feel left out of the conversation. Johnny, in his extreme shyness, would answer with simple responses in hopes of return the attention to someone else and away from him.
Eventually dinner was ready, and everyone gathered around the dinner table, with Mrs. Winters sitting to Johnny's right. As the dinner party went on, Johnny became more relaxed with these new people and became more flippant in his responses. This delighted Mrs. Winters who on numerous occasions laughed and remarked what a witty young man he was. Her remarks were often accompanied with pats on his shoulder, and she would often place her hand nonchalantly on his knee as she giggled. Johnny sneaked peaks at her cleavage as she leaned over to do so. This physical contact was not lost on Johnny who blushed profusely on every instance, but nevertheless continued to risk peaking down her top. To his horror, he soon realized his penis had slowly become erect over the course of the evening. It wasn't every day that Johnny was touched so flirtatiously by a beautiful woman. By the time dessert was over, his situation had become perilous. His erection was threatening to burst through his slacks and Johnny was beginning to get nervous, even jumpy. Mrs. Winters soon invited everyone back to the living room for coffee and pralines. His lap hidden below the table's edge, his erection was safe from view, but he knew that sitting on the couch in the living room, or even simply standing up, his engorged penis would be clearly outlined through his slacks. In a moment of alacrity he quickly asked Mrs. Winters if it was all right if he could use the bathroom. As everyone stood up to go to the living room, Johnny cleverly held his cloth napkin in front of his crotch long enough for him to turn away from the others. He managed to make the motion look natural as he quickly dropped the napkin on the table and headed down the hall in the direction of the bathroom. He quickly headed up the stairs and found the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Having just closed the door, Johnny turned around and realized that Mrs. Winters must have been in a hurry getting ready for her guests. The bathroom had signs of recent use and was a mess. Johnny looked on in fascination as he saw first a lady's shaver on the sink's edge and other distinctly feminine products; on top of the toilet stood an open box of tampons. He had seen all these sorts of things living in a household with his mother and sister, but these items belonged to a stranger; a beautiful goddess of a stranger, who gave all these ordinary items a new erotic quality. His eyes suddenly fell on a pair of discarded panties, which has been thrown on top of the closed hamper's lid. The panties where bunched up, and Johnny suddenly realized that Mrs. Winters must have rolled them off her wide, womanly hips in her haste to get ready. The thought of Mrs. Winter's naked hips made his cock throb lustily in his pants. He gingerly picked up the panties and slowly unrolled them. In a sudden burst of crazed lust he quickly brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply. He felt dizzy with joy, and turned to sit on the closed toilet seat before he fell over. Then his eyes bulged at another fantastic discovery. Hanging on a hook that had been hidden by the dooy was the largest bra he had ever seen. He reckoned the cups on this monster must have been at least double D's. He quickly went to them and confirmed that they were actually F cups. Stupefied, he slowly backed up and fell back onto the toilet seat, staring at the titanic bra in his hands.
His stupor finally vanished when he realized that his erect cock was throbbing nonstop now. The throbbing was driving him mad and his wits returned as he remembered why he was in the bathroom. He had to do something about his swollen cock. The thought of masturbation had already popped into his head the second he asked to use the bathroom. But the prospect of doing this disgraceful deed in the home of his father's business acquaintance, indeed the lovely Mrs. Winters' very own bathroom made him give pause. The throbbing in his slacks was insistent however, and he knew he had to act quickly, if he took too long, someone would come looking for him.
Without further hesitation, Johnny quickly unzipped his pants and pushed down his underpants. His large member bobbed lewdly into view, already oozing fluid in anticipation. With the soiled panties and bra clutched in his left hand, the fingers of his right hand deftly surrounded the shaft of his pulsing organ and began to jack it using his favorite technique. Johnny relished the sensations emanating from his groin. This was going to be one of the best jerk-off sessions ever and he knew it wasn't going to last long. As minutes went by and the tension in his penis built, he suddenly panicked as he realized he had nothing to cum into. As his hand continued its ministrations, his eyes raked across the room in search of a proper receptacle. His eyes settled on the roll of toilet paper next to him, but dismissed it, since he realized there was no way he could use it to catch the powerful jets of semen which would issue forth within a few moments. Overlooked in his panic, he suddenly realized that he had two perfect receptacles dangling between his fingers in Mrs. Winter's unusually large brassier. He quickly positioned the bra cups in his left hand so that one would catch the powerful initial spurts and the other hung below his testicles to catch the dribble which would naturally run off later. The immediate crisis over, he closed his eyes and could once again concentrate and enjoy the crisis to come. A few moments later a gentle draft washed over Johnny's exposed body.
"My dear boy, what on earth do you think you are doing with my underwear?"
