The enlightenment of Montana, through the pussy of an older woman, and the sexual spiritual trinity of fellatio, cunnilingus, and copulation.
Are you seeking socially redeeming value?
Montana would tell you it is here, in the simple account of his life.
Critics will scoff. They will read every word, the good parts twice, or more, but still they scoff.
They will even test his methods, repeatedly, at the risk of being called 'Motherfucker', (risk? It is a certainty!) and still they will deny.
Gentle reader, all we ask is an open mind, and then you will be free to decide.
There was a time, before cell phones and the internet, when guys got there porn hard copy. It was during that time that Montana found out that men would throw away their Playboy, Penthouse, and other skin books, and guys would buy them, or swap them.
Montana was 18 when the account begins.
Montana always had a scheme going. Some way to make money. Usually it was legit, like collecting pop bottles for the refund. Sometimes it was shady, like 'finding' the bottles while they were still in people's garages. He never took them all, just a few, so they would not be missed. He was no dummy. As a matter of fact, he had a very high IQ.
If he had known his actual IQ, he would have known he was a near genius. Teachers and others told him he was wasting his abilities. He was no sap. He didn't have to play their game. He played his own game, made up his own rules.
There was a time when he retrieved skin magazines from the trash. When there were not enough of them, he went into homes. People did not lock doors in those days, in his town.
Montana was lucky he grew up in the in the suburban small town life. If he would have been born to the city, he would have gotten into serious trouble. As it was, he could always get out of a problem spot with fast thinking and fast talking.
He hung around the barbershop to find out which men liked the skin books, that were kept under the counter. He visited their homes, found the magazines in drawers and closets, and would take one or two. He sold them to the older guys, who had money.
When he was finding magazines, sometimes he found the really good stuff. Polaroids, nudes of wives and girlfriends. Sometimes regular photos, but mostly Polaroids. Not just nudes, but couples too, fucking and sucking.
That's when he started getting his taste for older women. The middle aged woman at the check out line in the grocery store did not look like much when she was dressed, but with her legs spread, and her nice tits showing, she did not need to look like a model. After he saw photos of her sucking her husband's cock, he got a hard on every time she smiled at him.
After he found some photos of the town librarian sucking two guys at once, he started going to the library once a week. Nevermind she was over 50 and never showed an inch of cleavage at work. He saw photos with cum on those big tits of hers that she kept so well hidden. Maybe she did not look so special in those dowdy dresses she wore. Seeing her furry beaver, sagging tits being held by two lucky guys, while she held their cocks, put her in a whole new light. She was attainable.
The problem with the Polaroids was, no way to get them to market. They would be missed. He could look all he wanted, jerk off too, but he could not leave with them. They had no market value, if he could not sell them.
So he got the idea from spy movies to copy them with film. He could make as many prints as he wanted. Now he had a Minox spy camera and darkroom set up, and knew how to use them.
So here he was, ready to go to college in the fall, and he needed money. He had found other ways to line his pockets, but now he was on the prowl again for home grown porn. He expected it to be as rewarding as his other home grown enterprise.
***
Montana had just started going through the boxes in this closet when he heard sounds downstairs. Someone was home. Crap, this was not part of the plan. He had never been caught during one of his shopping sprees, but he was a little careless this time.
He knew Margie did her grocery shopping on Mondays, so when he saw her leave, he assumed he would have an hour or more. Fifteen minutes into his search for some goodies, and it seems she was returning, but who was she talking to, he wondered. Her husband Harvey worked nine to five, it wasn't even noon yet.
He tucked himself into a corner of the closet, and pulled the bi-fold doors closed behind him, just in time.
He peaked through the louvres and saw Margie enter the room, leading the way with Harold, the town cop, in tow behind her. This did not look good. How was he going to talk himself out of this one, he wondered.
Margie was like an aunt to him. She was older than his mother, and no blood relative, but he played with her kids when he was younger. They were older than him, but he mostly spent time with the older guys. She welcomed him into her home, gave him cookies and milk, invited him to stay for lunch. That was about four years ago, before her sons left for college. They still said hello when they saw each other in town.
She looked as good as ever. In the face she reminded him of Sally Fields, cute and wholesome. She did have a better shape, more curves, bigger tits, just 5' 2". Naturally curly hair that had started to turn gray, so she dyed it to stay looking young.
Often he had the opportunity to see her in her swim suit when she laid out in the summer to get a tan. She wore a two piece, to get a better tan. His mother said she was too old for that style, and shouldn't be parading around half nude in front of teenage boys, but his mom was just jealous, and her swimsuits were even more skimpy, and was only two years younger than Margie.
Margie was getting a middle age tummy, but Montana didn't mind. It made her look sexy, the elusive older woman.
Margie wasn't the sexy porn star type. She was the type that flirted enough that you knew she wasn't a prude, but you also knew you would never get a kiss, better not touch her butt, and she was hands off, for anyone except 'her man'.
She had a trick for getting a good tan. She used mayonnaise for tanning lotion. She had read that it was as good as the expensive stuff, but much cheaper. It didn't take him long to associate the smell of mayonnaise with her sexy body. Her nice tits that were starting to sag, just a little. Her bronzed skin. Once, when her son's were not home she let him put mayo on her back. He rubbed it on her shoulder blades, on her waist. Her skin there was so soft and smooth. He wanted to do her legs and thighs, but she said she could do that herself. She was getting pockets of cellulite, and sensitive about that. Even if her skin was still youthful, it would not be appropriate to have a young boy touch her there.
He saw the cellulite developing on the back of her thighs, the sure sign of a mature woman. He always thought mature women were sexy, especially when they were nude.
That night he took a jar of mayo into his bedroom, and slathered it on his cock. He closed his eyes and the smell made it like being with her. He slid his hand up and down his hard cock, and imagined telling Margie he wanted to fuck her, and of course she wanted it too, in his fantasy. When he came he let his jiz mix with the mayo, and continued a slow pumping of his shaft.
The next time he was playing ball with Donnie, the older brother, and he asked to use the bathroom. The clothes hamper was in there, and he found a pair of Margie's panties ready for the wash. They smelled like her pussy. Of course he did not know what her pussy smelled like, but he could pretend. That night they smelled like mayo, and his jiz.
Yes, he had a lot of good jerk offs thinking about the mother of his friends.
One night in the summer when they were sleeping out in someone's back yard they had talked about the various mothers. At that time there was no term for 'MILF ', but young boys had fantasies about teachers and mothers, as well as classmates and movie stars. His own mother had gotten high marks from some of the guys, but he thought she was just a stupid bitch, who had nice knockers.
He wasn't the only one who picked Margie as the best fantasy sex partner. They had a circle jerk and each told a story about how they got into her panties.
Now, here he was, stuck in a closet, in the spare bedroom, expecting to be exposed as a prowler, any second. But they stopped inside the room, and were oblivious to his location.
He couldn't believe it when he saw them kiss each other. They were hugging each other, his hand was grabbing her breast, her hands were removing his equipment belt.
"Oh babe, why are you here today, tomorrow is supposed our time together."
"They're changing my schedule at work. I can't come over tomorrow. It was today or nothing, I didn't want it to go another week."
"We can talk about that later. Right now I need to know what my baby needs to make him happy."
As she spoke she put her lips on his and kissed him. Her hand rubbed his crotch, feeling the chub that was taking shape. She let him know she wanted his cock, any way he wanted to give it to her.
"I've been thinking about a blow job all morning.", he said with a smile.
He was still fondling her tits. He unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside her bra.
"Then my mouth is the lucky one today. My honey pot will have to wait."
She dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, reached in with two fingers and fished out his trouser trout. It was chub, getting stiffer by the second. She wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it, and slid the loose foreskin over the head and back. She looked at it, and smiled. Two slow strokes then she slid it into her mouth.
She put her hands behind his legs, and slowly bobbed her head, slowly coaxing his cock to full erection. He was looking down at her pretty face, her pretty mouth circling his cock. One of her tits was outside her bra, and he could see it. He reached down and fumbled with the other one until it spilled out too.
"Oh baby, I missed you."
When he reached full erection he put his hands on her shoulder, and started slowly pumping his groin into her face. Then he put his fingers in her hair, and behind head. She was comfortable with this, as if they had done it many times before.
He started slowly fucking her face, and mouth. His hips were moving in and out, and his hands guided her head in the same tempo. She was mumbling sighs of enjoyment, encouraging him. He made some little grunting sounds.
All of this unfolded just a few feet away from the Montana. At first he had his hands in his pants, rubbing his own cock that was rock hard. Then he came to his senses and got out his Minox, that was already loaded with fresh film, and started taking pictures. He was silent, as he used his spy camera to take live photos, instead of just copy some Polaroid porn like he had hoped for.
As Harold got closer to climax, he started varying the tempo. Slow for a while, then some staccato pumps, more moaning.
During one of these slow downs Montana figured Harold had shot his load. Sure enough, white cream started seeping out of Margie's mouth. He could hear her slurp it back in, see that she was trying to swallow as much as she could. Montana had to admit he was impressed with the size of the load. It must have filled her mouth completely. It was a lot more than he normally shot.
Even Margie was impressed.
"Wow. I could barely keep up. You must have been saving up."
