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Jack had been accepted for an IT course at College; he was over the moon. His mum, Jill was so happy too, he was doing something that he loved. He was eighteen and six months; he had been computer programming since he was thirteen.
He had just sold two Computer games to a reputable Games company. They had given him two thousand pounds for the games plus fifteen per cent on all games sold. Jack knew that he wouldn't have any financial worries at College. Come the end of August, Jack's life will be changing.
Jack lived at home with his mum; she was a single-parent mother. She had told Jack that his father was an intelligent, good-looking man, but mum decided she would be better off bringing Jack up alone. Mum had been a fantastic mum to Jack; Jack loved her. In addition, mum had graduated as a teacher.
She had secured a position in a Catholic Primary school teaching children until they were eleven. The Church owned the school and was run by nuns, but that had changed a few years ago. Although there was only one nun left teaching, Sister Mary, the Church wanted to sell the vast grounds of the Convent and school. Sister Mary was now coming up for sixty, and there was no one to replace her.
The Church had arranged with the local Council years ago that they could use the Convent and school. Then the Church accountants saw the money that was involved in the area was developed for housing. Sister Mary had worked for the Council for nearly thirty years; she was eligible for a State Pension.
The new school was due to open in the first week of January. Mum would be the new headmistress when Sister Mary retired. Mum was a Catholic and took an active part in church life. Jack only went because his mum went.
Mum's best friends were Sister Mary and Father Peter. They were both very close to mum. Father Peter had been the Local Parish Priest for forty years. He was a kind, considerate man liked by all his parishioners. Mum often invited Sister Mary and Father Peter to her house for meals; they were always there for birthdays. Unfortunately, father Peter had a stroke; he was in the hospital with a fifty-fifty chance of recovery.
When he was in there, Jack passed his driving test. Unknown to mum or Jack, Father Peter knew the situation. So he adjusted his will that his five-year-old VW Golf would go to Jack. Jack got the car three weeks later.
Because Jack was going to study IT, Father Peter also left him his nearly new laptop and his iPad Pro. So naturally, Jack was over the moon.
Jack had tears in his eyes at Father Peter's funeral. He had never forgotten Jack's birthday once. He was always chatted freely and openly with Jack. He had also played a big part in the College that Jack had been accepted. It also had close connections with the Church.
The funeral took a lot out of mum, and Sister Mary both looked so upset at the funeral. So mum invited Sister Mary and Jack out for dinner in the evening after the service. They walked to a Hotel with a good restaurant. Mum told Jack that Sister Mary would not wear her habit this evening as she enjoyed a glass of wine with her meal, and she didn't want to be seen drinking wine in her habit. She would also stay the night with mum. She would have to share mum's king-size bed as the spare bedroom was now Jack's study.
Jack got a surprise when he saw Sister Mary dressed. She looked so attractive for a woman close to sixty. Her complexion was so pure, but she was wearing a little makeup this evening. Sister Mary was a voluptuous woman. Although her tits looked massive, she, like mum, was wearing a skirt, blouse and jacket.
Mum had worn black for the funeral, but her outfit was bordering on risqué. They were drinking in the lounge, both mum and Sister Mary were reminiscing about Father Peter. They had been to a Seminar in Rome with Father Peter ten years ago for three days, then four days at Antioch on the Mediterranean. Sister Mary told mum that she had found Father Peter's pictures when sorting his personal things out. She would show them to mum later.
Sister Mary had also brought Father Peter's iPad and laptop, which she gave Jack that evening. Jack was impressed with the power of both of them. Then Sister Mary said, "Jack, would you mind not calling me Sister Mary when we're out this evening, my real name is Diana, but I prefer Di as it could be embarrassing if you asked Sister Mary if she would like another glass of wine. So, in fact, please call me Di anytime that we are alone."
They all laughed at this. It broke the ice as Jack, who had always liked Sister Mary, had always felt affected by her probably because she had been his headmistress for six years. Now, as they drank wine and socialised together, he felt comfortable with her. The same was with mum; they had wine the first time together at Jack's eighteenth birthday.
Sister Mary was there too, but she was wearing her habit, but she was drinking wine. Jack was now looking at Sister Mary's massive tits. They jiggled so sexually when she moved. Jack could feel his cock stiffen; Sister Mary was arousing Jack. Then Jack looked at mum, her tits were a similar size to Sister Mary's, but Jack didn't sexually see mum, she was the best mum in the world, and he loved her for that.
Jack liked older women. Five months ago, mum had asked Jack if he could look at Dot's tablet. Dot was a widow and went to the same Church as Jack and mum. Dot was a tall, voluptuous woman. She had a lovely smile, she was maybe five or six years older than Sister Mary, but as Jack looked at Sister Mary tonight in regular clothes, Sister Mary was far more attractive.
Dot's tablet had too many windows open in her browser. She hadn't switched it off for over six weeks; it needed a reset. Jack had checked Dot's browsing history. She looked at a lot of porn, especially younger man older women porn. She was also watching mum son incest which surprised Jack as she only had a daughter.
Jack fixed her tablet; Dot was so happy, they started to flirt in Dot's lounge. One thing led to another, and ten minutes later, Dot was sucking Jack's massive cock. Jack was very well hung. At school sports in the changing rooms, Jack's flaccid cock was bigger than any of the guys if they had a hard-on. Jack was conscious of this, and he tried to keep his cock hidden all the time. When Dot saw Jack's massive stiff cock, she fell in love with it. She wanted it, she needed it, and she got it. A girl had given Jack a hand job. That was the only sex he had in his life apart from when he masturbated in his bedroom until he met Dot.
Dot loved sex; she couldn't get enough of Jack. She taught Jack so much. He could control his orgasms not instead of shooting his load as soon as he got aroused. Dot took it in every hole. She loved oral, anal and being fucked hard and deep. She was also very discreet. She had insisted with Jack that what they did in her bedroom was their secret. Jack had accepted that. He visited Dot three times a week. This kept Dot completely satisfied sexually.
Because of Jack's relationship with Dot, Jack became a very experienced lover. Dot taught him how to give a woman oral; Jack loved to lick and suck pussy. She also taught him how to use his monster of a cock to give a woman maximum pleasure.
Jack also had another older woman lover, but seeing her was difficult as she was married to an older man doing nothing for her sexually. Jack had been playing football three months ago. He had been hit by a football travelling at full force in his groin. The pain was unbelievable. His private parts were bruised and discoloured. A school teacher drove Jack to his doctor, a friend of his mum, she and her husband attended the same Church. May, his doctor, was in her mid-fifties; Jack liked her; she was an excellent doctor. Jack hadn't seen her for years as Jack had a very healthy youth.
Jack arrived at her Clinic. The school had phoned in advance. Jack was still in his football clothes. A nurse took Jack's blood then May came. May recognised Jack immediately and said, "Hi Jack, you have been in the wars. I'll need to have a look, could you please drop your shorts. What type of pain are you having?"
Jack told her that his private parts felt sore. When May saw Jack's flaccid cock she said, "Wow, you should have been wearing a jockstrap, you would have to have it specially made, that's a big boy! Jack, I would like you to pee in this container; please tell me if you have any discomfort when you pee?"
Jack peed in the container May had given him. He knew that he was alright as he peed. He peed normally. He applied pressure to his bladder; his pee came out with a lot of force. He also noticed May's big tits wobbling. They looked good. Jack could feel his cock stiffen. As Jack was peeing, May took his temperature by putting a thermometer under his tongue. As she did this, Jack knew that she was flirting with him when she said, "You have got a lovely big tongue to Jack."
Jack finished his pee, May took the thermometer out of his mouth then said, "Your temperature is normal, your urine is clear and sparkling, you have no blood in your urine. Did you have any pain as you peed?"
Jack told her that he had no pain at all. May then took his heavy balls into her hand and scrutinised them both. Then she took his flaccid cock into her hand and examined every inch of it closely. Jack was so worried in case he got a hard-on. Then May said, "I think it is just bruising. Do you have any pain as I touch your cock and balls?"
"No, May, it feels very good. You have a gentle touch."
May smiled then said, "I can be rougher too, but I don't know how bad your bruising is. I would like you to get some Baking Soda. You get it in every supermarket. Run a hot bath and then put half a cupful into the bath, then soak in the bath for thirty minutes. You have a beautiful bulbous head on your cock. Pull your foreskin back and let your cock soak in the bath too. If you continue with your football, then buy a jockstrap as it would be a pity if anything happened to that beautiful monster of a cock you have. I will call round to your house around seven, and I'll recheck you. Soaking in the bath with Baking Soda is important."
Jack went back to school, changed, then went home but bought three packets of Baking Soda. He went home and soaked in the bath for forty minutes. When he got out, he could feel the benefit. He had no pain whatsoever. His cock felt amazing. There was no discomfort at all.
