Educating Our Youth Ch. 03-04

Chapter 3: Shy Stephen suddenly feels pretty bold

I showered, savoring the warmth of the pulsing jet as I rinsed Stephen's semen from my face, hair, shoulders and legs. I reflected on the morning. Things had certainly gone much, much further than I had intended. In a matter of moments, I went from some harmless teasing to a physical sexual relationship with my young boarder. And this young boarder was the son of my good friend and neighbor.

Was it even possible to contain this situation? Did I really want to contain it?

Stephen had given me a powerful orgasm. And I could not deny that I thoroughly enjoyed masturbating him and watching his powerful, impressive ejaculation. Even now, recalling the sight of his large, thick erection spurting long warm strings of youthful semen aroused me.

As some of you know from my previous stories, Jim's and my relationship had not been entirely 'monogamous'. Early in our marriage, Jim had 'shared' me with other men on occasion. But when our two sons came along, and as they got old enough to understand what was socially acceptable and what was not, we abandoned our more lurid activities. We settled down into more normal, and yes, mundane lifestyle. So it had been many years since my sex life involved anyone other than my husband. So being fingered to orgasm by my young house guest, and then masturbating him to his climax, had stirred memories and desires deep inside me that had long be dormant.

Yes, I was forced to admit, my encounter with Stephen had me aroused, and anxious, and uncertain how to proceed. I knew that I needed to set limits; but what would they be? And how could I control Stephen in light of his discovery of how easily I could be seduced and manipulated?

Being honest with myself, I did not have a good history of resisting males, especially strong, confident and assertive ones. And while Stephen was rather shy and reserved when he arrived here a couple of weeks ago, he certainly was more confident and assertive this morning than I had ever seen him before.

I turned off the water, and dried myself. I glanced at myself in the steamy mirror. In all honesty, and objectively speaking, I was still a very attractive woman. My smallish B-cup breasts were firm and perky. My figure was not much different than it was when I was 19. And I had a cute, pretty face in the style of Meg Ryan. I still had the cute little surfer girl look from my youth. I was pleased with how well I held up over the years.

But back to the issue at hand, I needed to talk with Stephen, before Jim returned, and establish some rules and guidelines. I dried, blow-dried my hair, and put on some make-up. If I was going to talk to the young man whose cock I had just jacked-off, I wanted to look good.

I knew when I did it, it was a mistake, but rather than getting dressed, I put on my swim suit. It was a two piece, red