MATURE WOMEN AND YOUNG MEN #2

It was supposed to be just one night.

My name is Austin McGregor. I was a year out of high school, and playing minor league baseball in some back water town in Indiana. They wouldn't appreciate my description, but it had only one restaurant, one grocery store, one bank, no stop lights, and if you wanted to have a drink you had to travel out of town; it was a dry town.

Did you know that not only rock bands have groupies?

There were young women, middle aged women, even old women who followed us, even on road trips. They tried to book the same hotel we were staying at. When I say old women, I mean women over fifty. Remember I was nineteen.

Most of it was harmless, but I'll bet a lot of the guys got laid on those road trips. Those women left me alone; they thought I was too young. I thought I was too young. I mean, I was still a virgin unless you count the handjob Sue O'Hara gave me at a high school graduation party last year.

Anyhow, the night in question started with the team supporting a local charity and they auctioned off the players. High bidder got a date with the player. I was reluctant, however, all twenty-five us were required to sign up. The date consisted of something like dinner and a movie. Nothing more, although rumor has it that in past years, some of the women insisted on skipping the movie, and well, you can figure out what they wanted instead of a movie. The guys were more than willing, of course.

The auction raised a lot of money for the charity which was good. The problem was that there were twenty-five players and over thirty women bidding on us.

I was a reluctant participant. The team management encouraged; no, I mean pressured, players to participate.

I was last because I was the youngest on the team. I'd noticed this one woman, she was a blonde and older, much older than my mother. She bid on every player, and lost out to a higher bid on every player. So, when I was the only one left, she was determined.

I couldn't imagine being on a date with her. I'd have to pretend she was my mother or something. I was sure whatever movie she wanted to see, I'd have no interest, and she'd probably want to go to some fantasy French restaurant. I was more of a burger and fries guy at a sports bar with a gazillion televisions.

It didn't turn out like that. A nice restaurant in town provided the dinner, the theatre offered us tickets, and a florist even gave us flowers to bring to our ‘dates.' That was their contribution to the charity.

With my signing bonus, I'd bought a car. I picked her up, except I didn't. Mrs. Lansing thanked me for the flowers and invited me in. I may be young and naïve, but I was sure that she wasn't dressed for dinner. Fifty-one-year-old Mrs. Lansing was wearing lingerie that she might have bought at a Victoria's Secret. I mean, it was so transparent, I could see her nipples and she had a lot of cleavage showing.

"Austin, I know we have reservations at the Steak House, but I called and asked them to deliver. They were so cooperative. Can I get you a drink?"

"I'm just a beer guy."

"I'll be right back."

Mrs. Lansing wasn't too long, and sat right next to me on her living room couch. I think she was showing more cleavage. "I read your bio. You're from California. How do like our quiet, midwestern town?"

"You're right about quiet. Do they really roll up the sidewalks at 8 o'clock?"

She laughed at my old joke about the Midwest. "We do, but don't tell anybody, but that's when the excitement begins behind closed doors," Mrs. Lansing smiled and put her hand on my leg. To be more accurate; on my thigh. High up on my thigh. "Austin, I'm a widow. Do you know what that means?"

"Ummm, well, it means that your husband died. I'm sorry Mrs. Lansing."

"Thank you, Austin. You're right that's what a widow is, but more than that it means that I haven't had love and affection since Mel died. Can you find it in your heart to give an old lady some love and affection?" She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

I was stunned and didn't reciprocate. Like I said, she was older than my mother. YEEEEEW!!!!

Then Mrs. Lansing put her tongue in my mouth and that hand that was on my thigh was now on my crotch and moving around. "Austin, you may not think that a woman my age could excite a young man like you, but the bulge and movement in your pants tells me different."

"Ummm, Mrs. Lansing . . ."

"Austin, don't say a word. Come with me." She took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. "Have a seat on the bed and don't say a word."

Mrs. Lansing, Rita, stood in front of me and pulled that negligee over her head. "I hope you like what you see, Austin. It's all yours."

When I got that handjob from Sue O'Hara, I also got to feel up her tits. Not for too long, but long enough so that my cock was stiff even before Sue unbuckled my pants.

That was the extent of my sexual experience. Now, Rita Lansing was standing in front of me naked. She didn't look anything like the centerfolds I jerked off to, but to my surprise my cock was trying to bust out of my pants.

"Apparently, you do." She was staring at my crotch' my bulging crotch. "Stand up." As I stood up. Mrs. Lansing got on her knees.

In minutes, my pants and jockeys were around my ankles, and my sexual experiences had increased ten-fold. I was getting a blowjob.

Now, I had nothing to compare but here it is twenty years later and I still remember Mrs. Lansing's blowjobs.

First of all. She knew that at my age, I'd probably finish before she really got started. A minute or two after starting, Rita backed off. Backed off sucking, but there was licking and nibbling on my foreskin and balls.

"Your knees are probably getting wobbly." She knew.

"Why don't you finished getting undressed? I'll be in bed waiting."

If you know anything about nineteen-year-old boys, you know I couldn't get naked fast enough.

In bed she guided my hand to her tits. Sue O'Hara let me feel her up for less than a minute, which was a big deal for high school me. Mrs. Lansing let me explore and explore. "Austin, my nipples are very sensitive, be gentle, it turns me on if you do them right."

With her guidance, I must have done something right. I heard her sigh, and her hand went to my cock, which of course was still hard.

"Austin, I have to ask, don't be embarrassed. Are you a virgin?"

I blushed, and nodded.

"That's okay. In fact, it's perfect. You really don't want some high school girl, who doesn't know anything herself to be the first. I'll be more than happy to introduce you to the joy of fucking."

Mrs. Lansing came into my arms; her lips then her tongue met mine. My young cock remained hard.

She rolled on top of me. "Austin, the first time most people have sex, the guy is on top. It doesn't have to be that way." She guided my cock inside her. "Hmmmmmm, you're so big. You're stretching my pussy."

It seemed only natural; I started playing with her titties, which were right there. Mrs. Lansing raised her arms over her head; giving me full access to those big, soft pillows. Sue O'Hara let me, but it was with reluctance and after a minute or so, pushed my hand away. Not Mrs. Lansing.

"That's it, Austin. Give them a gentle squeeze. They're all yours." Meanwhile, I could feel her slowly bouncing on my cock.

"Austin, it's not unusual for boys to finish quickly their first time; concentrate on not coming. It'll be worth it, promise."

There was nothing like the warm, wetness of her pussy as it slide up and down my cock. Remember, this was a first for me. I know it may sound silly to even say, but it was nothing like jerking off in the shower with my soapy, slippery hands.

Speaking of my hands; I took them away from Mrs. Lansing's titties, and watched them bounce. They were nothing like the titties of the girls in the magazines I hid under my mattress at home.

These were big, soft, hanging pillows. I loved the feel of them, and then when Mrs. Lansing leaned forward and rubbed them in my face, oh my. I came right then and there. "Yeah, Austin, oh yeah, shoot for me. Fill my pussy." She bounced faster and faster.

"Austin, for your first time, you were amazing. Your cock, damn, that thing is so big and gets so hard."

"Mrs. Lansing, that was the greatest thing ever. Thank you."

She was beaming. I think she liked it that I thanked her. "Your welcome, young man. Mrs. Lansing's pussy is available to you anytime." She leaned forward and rubbed those titties in my face again and giggled.

Before I left, "remember Austin, my pussy and my titties are yours anytime. You have a bad day at the plate, I promise, I'll make you forget all about it. If you have a good day at the plate and want to celebrate, my pussy is all yours."

TO BE CONTINUED