Mrs. Fontaine At The Cabin

Several years ago, my lover and I spent a few days at a lake resort. The lake cabins were roughly fifty feet apart, so if someone got loud, the neighbors would have a pretty good idea of what was happening.

On our second day, I thought it was time to hatch my evil plan, my lover, Jerry, had no idea what was about to happen.

So, I suggested, “Why don’t you go outside and enjoy the lake? I have a few things I’d like to do, and then I’ll call for you.”

Off he went, and my imagination went into high gear. I would soon be entertaining my son’s friend, a 19yearold nerd who has never had a date with a woman, much less kissed one.

I pull out my “outfit”: a black shelve bra, garter belt with black stockings, thong, and red high heels. To top it off, a black satin housecoat.

I dress and realize my excitement has my nipples hard and my pussy wet already. I look into the fulllength mirror, and there stands a MILF, housecoat open, showing garters, stockings, and of course her hard nipples atop the open bra.

I love the look, march to the door, pull it open, and yell, “Jerry, can you please come back right now?”

As he walks up, I say, “Hi young Jerry, Johnny isn’t here. Is there anything I might be able to do for you?”

Jerry stops in his tracks, looks, smiles, and says, “Mrs. Fontaine I came over to see if Johnny wanted to play video games, but for some reason, I have gotten so thirsty. Could I ask you for a drink?”

You have to love a man who picks up on what’s happening.

Jerry walks in, his eyes are taking all of me in. I swear his shorts have just gotten much tighter.

“Jerry, please sit down and relax, and I’ll have something for you in a moment.”

I turn and hear him ask, “Mrs. Fontaine, when is Johnny coming home?”

I smile, reach into the refrigerator, grab a cola, and as I walk back open my housecat, now he can see all of me.

I bend down, giving him his cola, and softly say, “Johnny is visiting his aunt, and I expect he should be back tomorrow.”

He looks at me, slowly devouring my body with his eyes. I ask, “Are you enjoying your drink and the view?”

His eyes are locked onto my nipples, and he says, “Mrs. Fontaine, you look so different today, and the perfume you are wearing—I’ve never smelt anything like it before; it seems to float everywhere, but oh, I do like it.”

“Jerry, every woman likes to feel special, and you caught me at one of those times. Do you like what you see?”

He looks at me from top to bottom, then back up, shifts around, and says, “Oh yes, it’s very nice. I’ve never seen a woman look so special before, and honestly, I am beginning to feel a little uncomfortable.”

“Oh Jerry, tell me why you are uncomfortable.”

He lowers his head and mumbles, “It’s my penis; it has gotten bigger, and it’s bending into my pants.”

I grin while reaching down and say, “Well, we need to help you with that.” I undo his belt, but as I do, his body begins to shake. “Jerry, hold my legs so you don’t move too much, and I will try to fix your issue.”

He puts his hands on my legs, and I see him smile as his hands slide up and down my stockingcovered legs.

I undo the top of his shorts, then pull his zipper down, and I hear an ohhhh escape. “Jerry, does that feel better now?”

He wiggles his ass around on the sofa and tells me, “That is better, but it still feels tight.”

“Jerry, let’s see if we can help you with that tight feeling.” I remove his shoes and socks. Next, I reach up, grab his pants and underwear, and pull them down. As I do out pops his cute, hard cock.

He reaches down and touches it and says, “That’s nice; I don’t ever remember being that big.”

He has a nice one, and the girls around here have no idea what they have been missing. I ask, “Jerry, does it still hurt or are you all better?”

“It’s much better, but it feels so strange, so hard.”

I lean in and whisper, “Here, let me kiss. I am sure that will make it feel much better.” As my lips touch the purple head, I hear a moan escape.

I stand and ask, “Does my kiss make you feel better?”

He squirms, smiles, and then asks, “Yes, could you give me more?”

“Of course, but first tell me what you see.”

His description begins with, “I have never seen clothes like what you are wearing; it isn’t very much, but it does look wonderful on you.”

He follows that up with, “You have boobs just like my mom, but yours seem to be bigger, and those things in the middle—I don’t know what they are; I’ve never seen them before. You have a very nice body; it is so fit, and your legs—I loved the feel of them earlier.”

I say, “Jerry, what I am wearing is called lingerie. Women wear it to feel good and at times to attract attention.”

I take his hands and lay his finger on my nipple and tell him, “These in the middle of my boobs are my nipples, and like your penis, they can get larger and harder when I’m excited. Do you think I am excited?”

“Oh, yes, Mrs. Fontaine. I think you are because they are so big and hard.”

He thanks me for explaining, looks at my thong, and stumbles with his words, “I am not sure if I should say anything, but it looks like you had an accident in your panties. They are a little wet.”

I smile, “Thank you, Jerry, but that isn’t an accident; it’s another sign that my body is excited. I notice the head of your penis; you have some liquid. Mine is similar, and when excited, a woman begins to release what is called arousal fluid.”

I reach down and touch his wet head, showing him how wet he is, and then lick my fingers clean. I continue, “But you see you don’t have any underwear on, so you are not leaving any wet spots like I am.”

“I’ll remove them so it doesn’t look like I wet myself.” I hook my thumbs into my thong and push down, allowing Jerry his first good look at a woman’s pussy.

He stares, and wraps his hand around his cock, holding it steady. He’s looking and then lets out, “Johnny told me girls are different than boys, but I didn’t know so different; he also told me that you have teeth down there, so I had to be careful.”

I laugh, “Oh, please, you know that’s just a .”

He looks at me and says “Prove it.” I see he’s serious, so I tell him to open his mouth and suck my finger, getting it nice and wet.

When I feel he’s done a good job, I move my finger to my pussy and slowly run it up and down my lips, then slowly push into the first knuckle. I look at his face; his eyes are big, and his mouth is making a perfect “O.” 

I take my wet finger, move it under his nose, and say, “Do you like how I smell?”

He nods, thinks for a second, and smiles, “Mrs. Fontaine, that is the wonderful perfume I have been smelling; it is exciting, isn’t it?”

I lower my finger to his lips, and he sticks his tongue out for his first taste; there is little hesitation; he licks and then sucks in on my finger.

Jerry’s hand is now moving up and down on his cock. “Jerry, slow down, my dear; perhaps you would like to see if there are any teeth.”.

He looks at me then at my pussy and whispers, “Please, I would love a closer look.” I step onto the sofa, placing one leg on either side of his head.

I feel his shaking hand slowly move up my leg but stop inches away from my nowsoaked pussy. I reach down and guide him, saying, “This is the opening to a woman’s . Take your middle finger and feel. Now rub up the middle, letting it get wet, and slowly push in.”

As he does, my legs weaken, and then I feel him pushing further into me and then he begins to make circles inside me, exploring my wet softness.

“Just above the opening, if you look closely, you’ll see a small mound; it hides a special part of a woman; it’s called the clitoris. Can you see it?”

“I do, Mrs. Fontaine.” With that, he touches me with his thumb, and I moan, telling him the clitoris is very sensitive and gives much pleasure, especially if it is licked.

I look at him and in a husky voice whisper, “Would you like to have a lick and see what it tastes like?”

There is no hesitation; his tongue is on my clitoris while his finger continues to explore my insides. Then he does something unexpected; he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. I can’t stop; I explode into a wonderful, intense orgasm.

As I hold myself on the back of the sofa, little Jerry’s mouth is locked onto my clit. I grab his head, pushing myself down onto his mouth and I feel his tongue work my clit over and over. I continue to cum. My knees are so weak I can’t stand any longer and fall to my knees, pulling my pussy away from his mouth.

I push myself back and find his young, hard cock in front of my face. I take it into my hands and say, “Can I show you something that you will like?” He nods while closing his eyes.

I lower myself, kiss the tip of his cock, and then open and take him in my mouth, closing my lips around the shaft and twirling my tongue around the head. He moans and I go down two times, and I hear him say, “Mrs. Fontaine, it feels so good; oh please, oh, oh, oh.” He cums into my mouth, bucking like a pro shooting stream after stream of young cum.

I raise myself, look at him, and swallow.

Jerry, with a smile from ear to ear, asks, “Mrs. Fontaine, that was so special, and it felt so good, and I hope you will let me come over again.”

“Jerry I would love for you to come over as often as you like, and I hope to teach you some special things that you can do to me and I can do to you.”

With the episode of young Jerry behind us, the allgrownup Jerry looks at me and says, “You hot y slutty bitch, I loved it. Did we just fill in one of your bucket list items, or were we reliving something from your past?”