Troy's Story
Carl & Mrs. Hayes succumb to seduction.


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This is the alternate POV for my story "Special Needs." Spoiler Alert-Read "Special Needs" First

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"And I don't want to hear one complaint from Mrs. Hayes," my mother said, for the fiftieth time. "Carl, are you even listening to me?"

I was trying NOT to listen. It was the day after my eighteenth birthday, and so far, everything had gone wrong: my grandmother got sick and had to go to the hospital a hundred miles away, and my mother didn't think I was old enough to stay alone (for just one day) until my dad got home from Philadelphia on a business trip with his new partner, Mr. Hayes. Mom decided to leave immediately to be with Gram.

"I'm old enough to stay by myself, yanno."

"You may have just turned eighteen, young man, but in a lot of ways your still a little boy. When you show me you can act like a man, I'll start treating you like one," she said in that tone I hate. "Maybe I'll tell Mrs. Hayes it was your birthday and she'll give you something special to eat as a treat!" Mom laughed.

"No thanks. Why Mrs. Hayes, anyways? She'll probably be old and creepy like her husband. Did you see him?"

"Carl, I'm not going to say anything about your dad's new partner. He's good with business, and that's all we need to know."

"But, he's creepy. Right? All kinda shriveled-like and hunched over."

Even Mom smiled and said, "Well, maybe a little."

"I bet he gets tired walking to the refrigerator," I said.

"Enough," Mom said. "Mrs. Hayes is the only one who could take you on such short notice."

"I could have stayed with Gramma Martin, along with Troy." Troy was my older brother by a year, but he didn't know how old he was. He didn't know much about anything because he was autistic and never even said one word yet. Not that he was any trouble, because he mostly just sat there and did some simple stuff when he was told to. Mom hated it when I imitated him and said it was disrespectful. Dad laughed and said I could mimic him to a T.

"We're almost there, Carl, and you HAVE to promise me you won't be a bother to Mrs. Hayes. She's my age and doesn't have any children, so she doesn't have any experience. Just keep to yourself, and even try to be helpful if she needs anything done. Got it?"

"Yeah. Got it."

My phone beeped with a mew message, and before I could look at it, Mom said, "And, that's another thing ... put that on mute so Mrs. Hayes doesn't have to be alerted to each one of your interruptions."

I hit the mute icon. "There. Happy?"

"We're here," Mom said and parked in the driveway of a big and beautiful house. Bigger and nicer than ours, that's for sure.

Mom said they had a nice pool. I could at least get away from the old lady by swimming.

Mom got out and I didn't move. It was my last protest.

"Bring your bag," Mom said.

"Maybe I'll lose it and have to go home," I said.

"Fine. Make your old Mother carry it." And she opened the trunk and carried my bag to the porch. I stayed put. A minute later, Mom called from the porch, "I told you to come in and meet Mrs. Hayes. Now move!"

I finally opened the door and trudged up to the porch. I sat in one of the chairs there and checked my phone.

A few minutes later, the front screen door opened and Mom came out. She said: "You behave yourself for Mrs. Hayes. Your father will pick you up tomorrow."

I didn't look up from my phone.

Another voice, a voice with music in it said, "We'll be fine." From the corner of my eye, I checked her out as she walked my mom to the car.

Mrs. Hayes was a babe! A major babe. She was tall and tan and her calves had muscles like a dancer. In fact, she moved like a dancer-graceful and easy. She had tan shorts on that showed off a kick-ass butt.

Mom drove off up the street and Mrs. Hayes watched to car for a long time. Then she turned and showed me she had on a tight yellow top tucked in at the waist. Even at that distance, I could tell she had a tremendous rack. First class.

I didn't look at her, afraid I was going to just stare at those tits. She came over and kneeled down next to me.

This is where it got weird. She said in this loud, slow voice: "Troy. Troy, my name is Mrs. Hayes. You are going to stay here in this house tonight."

Troy? She thought I was TROY? I looked up at her to tell her she was crazy, but then something told me to play along for a laugh.

"Troy ... Troy, we're going in the house now."

I put on my Troy face, the one I'd done a million times before, and gave my famous blank stare. Mrs. Hayes pointed to the door. I didn't move until she took me by the wrists and pulled me up to my feet. She smelled of lavender soap, and was way taller than me. My eyes were just above those boobs that were straining to get out.

I thought I'd go for it and get an even closer look. One thing Troy did all the time was hug. Just out of the blue-hug. So I stepped forward and planted my face right on those big, soft tits. I patted her back like Troy did. Although this surprised her, she didn't get shocked or mad or anything. She even stayed still for a minute. I thought about putting my hands on that ass, but voted myself down. For now.

She squirmed out of my grip and looked at me square in the face. Her shoulder-length brown hair fell forward as she bent to face me. She was beautiful. Every feature, every contour. Perfect. I thought to myself: How did a creep like Mr. Hayes ever get a hottie like this? It's a crime. He's tapping this? A bigger crime.

"Troy, let me show you around the house. This is where you'll be staying until your father comes tomorrow."

She showed me room after gorgeous room. I might want to live here permanently (if it wasn't for Mr. Hayes.). When we came to the bathroom, I figured it was time to pee.

This is where I had to make a decision. Do I stop the act, or do I carry on like Troy would have. I chose to carry on. I grabbed my crotch and made the motions Troy does when he has to go and can't remember how.

Mrs. Hayes kept saying, "Do you have to use the bathroom, Troy?" She looked all upset, like she wished she hadn't gotten into this. I don't know why they told her Troy was going to be her guest, but it was providing me with a story that would make my buddies howl.

Finally, she lifted the toilet seat and pushed me in front of it. I started jumping in little hops. What she did next shocked even me: she pulled my shorts down. I almost stopped her, all embarrassed, but instead, I peed-right on the floor. Without hesitation, Mrs. Hayes reached out and aimed my cock at the toilet.

I had this gorgeous woman holding my cock about ten minutes after I met her. She took toilet paper and wiped me off. I flushed the toilet. She said, "THAT, you remember how to do," and laughed. Wow! She doesn't get flustered easy.

If I hadn't been peeing, I know I would have gotten a hardon. That and the shock of Mrs. Hayes grabbing me like that. That would knock the hardon off anybody. With Dad on his trip and my birthday (without Dad, of course, he was always working) and with Gram getting sick, I hadn't had time for a hardon in about four days. I could feel that my balls were stretched full of more cum than since I started jerking off at age twelve.

That would change, though if I could get a look at Mrs. Hayes naked. If she was off her guard thinking I was Troy, that was very possible. Maybe I could even take some phone pics. That would be awesome.

She showed me the shower. Hey! maybe I could get her to shower with me. Troy always came to me with a wash cloth when he wanted a shower. You'd think I'd just throw it back at him, but the way he did it made me help him out. He was a pain sometimes, but he WAS my brother, and I loved him just the same.

She lugged the suitcase up to a bedroom I guessed was mine for the night, opened it, and set it against a wall on the floor.

She sat down on the bed and said, "This is your bed, Troy. I went over and pushed at it, seeing how soft it was and then sat down and bounced like Troy did. Mrs. Hayes played along and bounced too. Her tits did a little dance when she did. I lay back and stared, waiting for her to do something I could react to.

She leaned on her elbow and whispered, "What are you thinking, Troy?" This made me feel a little bad about what I was doing, but after I had gotten her to hold my penis, I didn't know a way out.

Mrs. Hayes got up, pulled me up, and said, "How about a swim. And then we'll have lunch." I, of course, said nothing and sat there.

She lifted my arms over my head and pulled my shirt off. She lightly ran her hand over my chest and shoulders. Then she took my sneakers off. She held my swimming trunks up and said, "Put these on while I put on mine," and she headed out the door to her bedroom.

I took a photo of that great ass as she left. The phone made no sound and she didn't look back.

This was my chance and I had to be fast. I changed into my trunks and was out my bedroom door just as she entered hers. Without making a sound (it was easy being barefoot on the carpeted floor), I got to the door and crouched low. Then I took a quick peek.

Mrs. Hayes faced away from me, giving me a little more courage. She untucked her shirt and pulled it over her head. She lad a lacy yellow bra on. But, not for long, because her hands went behind her and felt for the clasp. I took photos as fast as I could.

The clasp parted and she leaned forward to let her bra fall into her hands. Even with her back toward me, I could tell her breasts were magnificent. I couldn't wait to get a better look at them. But, even better was coming.

She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Underneath she had tiny plain white panties. She pulled these down to reveal the most beautiful butt cheeks I had ever seen. I almost let out a big groan, but was too scared to make a sound. If I got caught now, I don't know what Mom And Dad would do to me.

More pictures of this woman, now completely naked in front of me. She had great tan-lines that showed the shape of her bathing suit. She went to a big mirror standing on the floor and looked at herself for a while. I wondered what she was thinking. I wanted some photos of the front of her, but didn't know how to get her to turn around without being caught.

Then, I remembered how Troy walked around in his swimming trunks sometimes when he didn't quite get dressed all the way. He just kept them around his ankles.

I pulled them down and shuffled into the room. Now I could see Mrs. Hayes in the mirror. I had seen my mom naked once and she was smooth shaven down there. Not so for Mrs. Hayes. She had a big, thick, dark triangle covering an area about the size of a softball. I immediately loved it.

She saw me almost right away and screamed. I pretended I was about to fall, so she ran over and knelt down to pull up my trunks. Seeing her naked in front of me started my cock twitching. I was starting to get a hardon. A hardon for Mrs. Hayes.

I could have concentrated and stopped it, but something made me want her to see it. To stop it, I would have had to look away from her naked body and think of something awful. Instead, i looked at her and thought about sucking those tits. I had my camera silently working and snapping photo after photo for later when I could jerk off in peace.

My cock kept getting bigger and it was now fully erect. She seemed to have forgotten about pulling up my trunks, and knelt there in silence until she whispered, "It's so beautiful."

I was in shock. In a heavenly shock. She was actually admiring my cock. Then I thought of her husband. Maybe he couldn't get it up any more and this was the first hard cock she saw in a while. Whatever was going through her mind-I was in luck!

Mrs. Hayes lips were moving, but nothing was coming out, like she was arguing with herself. She kept shaking her head "No" until she said, "But, it's not like I haven't touched it before?"

I never would have guessed what happened next: With her right hand, she rubbed the top of my cock lightly and then over the tip. Then she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed.

I could smell a strange fragrance, and I knew it was her pussy. Mrs. Hayes was horny! I was making a grown woman horny!

"Troy," she said, "you're so huge. I've got to know how big"

She threw her bathrobe on and ran out the door saying, "Stay right there, just like that!"

Huge? I never thought of myself as any bigger than anyone else. The only other hardon I had ever seen was Troy's. He got them a lot, and he masturbated a lot, much to Mom and Dad's distress.

Troy wasn't quite as long as me, but he was thicker.

Mrs. Hayes was gone a long time and I let my hardon vanish. I could have kept it going by checking out the photos I had taken, but didn't want to take the chance.

By the time she got back, all she said was "Oh, no." Then she took me back to my room and said, "Troy, wait here for me while I put my bathing suit on. Then, we'll have a swim."

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Mrs. Hayes had on an orange bikini that was almost sexier than her being naked. Almost.

We stayed in the water a while, and she kept a close eye on me. I stayed underwater once and looked at that crazy body of hers. She thought that was enough.

We ate. I was hungry and acted pretty normal. Normal like Troy is when he eats.

Then, I thought we were in for a long, boring time of her working on that great tan, just lying there in the sun. She put on sunscreen, then, and maybe this is my imagination, but she put sunscreen on me and seemed to be rubbing my body way more than was needed.

Suddenly, she said: "Naked!" She stood up and looked at me and said, "That's what it was, wasn't it? I was naked when you got your erection. Then, when I had my robe on, I had no effect!"

So, she'd been thinking all this time about why I wasn't hard when she got back. Now, she thought she had it all figured out.

What I didn't figure out at first was that she had an experiment planned.

"Come on," she ordered, and pulled me all the way to my bedroom. She roughly pulled down my trunks and got them off my feet, probably hoping I wouldn't stumble around like before. She had me standing there naked. I just stared ahead, staying in character.

"Be right back," she said, and went to her room.

She came back a minute later with her robe on. She stood right in front of me, said, "Hi, Troy!" and dropped the robe to the floor.

She was completely naked. We were both completely naked now. Again.

And again ... slowly ... I got a hardon. A hardon for Mrs. Hayes. This was so crazy. So wonderful crazy!

"Oh ... my ... God!" she whispered before she knelt down. "Troy, I'm going to see how big this is." I was taking photos like mad, but doing it so she just thought I was looking at the phone with a blank stare.

"Nine and a quarter inches?" she said with doubt in her voice. I guess I WAS big, because I heard six inches is about average. No wonder she was impressed, or maybe obsessed! She measured my circumference and said, "I mean-REALLY! Seven and a half inches? I don't have to be a geometry student to know that means your penis is over two inches thick. That's thicker than my wrist."

As I fought the urge to look at her wrist, I wondered how thick Troy must be. Probably THREE inches.

I thought she was going to get up and we'd go back to the pool, but she stayed there and stared for a long time, moving her lips again, talking to herself. Then, she took hold of my cock and started jerking it back and forth with slow motions. Out of the end of my cock came a string of goo that started dripping towards the rug.

She leaned in a little as if to get a better look at it. She was only six inches away when something made me take a step forward and hit those full lips with the tip of my penis. The goo smeared all over them.

Those were the first lips ever to touch my cock.

"Troy, no!" she said. Not in shock or angry, just in a normal voice. She turned her head and I hit her cheek with it. She turned her face back to me and again said, "Troy, no!"

But, with no rush, I eased forward, and touched her lips with drooling end of my cock. I expected her to pull back, but, to my amazement, she stuck out her tongue and gathered in all that was pouring out of me. She pulled her tongue back into her mouth and closed her eyes. I could see her mouth moving, as if giving it all one slow taste.

She opened her eyes, gave me a couple more tugs, and then opened her mouth and leaned forward. I couldn't believe it.

Mrs. Hayes was going to give me a blowjob!

That's when a voice called from the bottom of the stairs: "JEAN!" Mrs. Hayes jumped up, all scared.

Blowjob over, I guessed.

"Be down in a second," she said. The voice said, "I'm going to get something to eat in the kitchen." A big look of relief came on Mrs. Hayes' face.

I can't tell you how disappointed I was. My first blowjob destroyed by whoever that was downstairs. She was on my enemies list, for sure. But, I kept my face blank.

Mrs. Hayes was standing in front of me, naked tits and naked bush right in front of me. So I decided at least I'd get a naked hug. I went for it, and staggered Mrs. Hayes backwards.

She kept her balance, but, as I hugged her close, Troy-style, my cock went between her legs and rested against that forest of pubic hair.

"Troy, let go!" she whispered in my ear, which was close because my head was pressed against her chest.

Her chest-I opened my eyes and saw her right nipple. It was perfect. The outer circle was about the size of a poker chip. It was a light brown against the whiteness of her untanned breast. The nipple itself was round (about the width of a dime) and rosy-colored-and it was hard!

I bent my head down and sucked it in. Mrs. Hayes body jerked stiff as she lifted up on her toes and arched her back, forcing more of her tit towards me. Her head went back and she let out a moaning "Ahhhh!"

I sucked and moved my tongue around and around that hard nipple. Her hips came close to mine with a series of little humping motions, sawing my cock against her bush. After about ten seconds, she grunted, "Unnghhh!" and broke out of my grip and stepped back.

She was breathing hard when she said, "Get dressed.! Then she grabbed her robe off the floor and headed for her room. Before leaving, she glanced one last time at my cock, and lingered there before rushing out.

I looked down at my cock. It was wet and shiny, coated with her juices. I ran my finger over the top, smelled my finger, and then licked it. My first taste of pussy. And I loved it!

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The unwelcomed visitor turned out to be Mrs. Hayes' sister, Janet. Because she had ruined my blowjob, I didn't like her. She didn't like me for other reasons.

I swear she knew I was impersonating someone with my brother's condition. Three times she came over to me and stood there staring. Then, shook her head. Maybe she had some psychic power. Maybe I was crazy.

I did my extra best to keep in character. I sat there looking at my phone. Of all the stuff I had taken so far, there were three things I liked the best:

1. Mrs. Hayes' striptease when she took off her clothes. I went from photo to video mode for that and got the whole thing. Seeing her get naked for the first time was awesome.

2. While I was sucking Mrs. Hayes' nipple, I put my phone low and took a pic looking up toward the ceiling. There I was looking into the camera, sucking away, and above me you could see Mrs. Hayes face, eyes glazed over and her mouth open as she tilted her head upward. It showed she was enjoying this-no LOVING this! And, there was no denying that it was me, and it was her, and I was definitely sucking on her tit.

3. My last favorite, which I didn't even remember happening, was a shot of Mrs. Hayes looking at my mouth as I sucked. She had both her hands on my head, as if guiding me to her breast. She had her eyes half-closed and her mouth in a shape you could tell was her saying "Ohhh!"

Mrs. Hayes and her sister talked for a long time. It was obvious she didn't like Mr. Hayes (she called him Rodger). Maybe she didn't like anybody.

But, here she had reasons. Mr. Hayes had been neglecting Mrs. Hayes for years because of business. I knew how that was with my dad because sometimes I thought he didn't even remember we existed when he was working hard.

But, the interesting part of him neglecting her was the sex part. Listening in, I found out that they hadn't had any sex in a long time and Mrs. Hayes couldn't remember when she had an orgasm last. AND-she doubted if she EVER had a good orgasm. WOW! No wonder she liked my cock.

I thought about it. Here I was, having by her standards, a big cock. And she had a chance, without anybody knowing about it, a chance to suck on it a little. Who knows what else she was thinking? I knew I wasn't going to ruin this by dropping my act or anything. I'd just see where it led.

Another thing I learned was that Mrs. Hayes regretted not having a baby and that she was sad it was getting late for that to happen. Mr. Hayes seemed to be the problem.

Finally, her sister left, and I was glad. I wanted more "me" time with Mrs. Hayes alone.

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After some uneventful dinner and TV (boring, but I kept looking at Mrs. Hayes tits under she shirt and kept reminding myself that not only had I seen them naked, but had sucked on one of them).

Mrs. Hayes took me up to my room. I was hoping she wanted to see my cock again. But, she had other plans, a shower.

She put me into bed and said, "Good night, Troy. I'm taking a shower." She tried to put the light off, but I wanted to be ready for anything. I put it back on.

After about five minutes, I stripped my clothes off and snuck down the hall to the bathroom. She had left the door partially open, probably so she could hear if anything went terribly wrong out here with me.

I listened and heard the shower water. I put my phone down near hers at the sink, and grabbed a facecloth from a nook holding towels and stuff. I was going to try Troy's trick and get her to wash me.

I got into the shower and startled her.

"Troy!" she yelled.

Maybe she was feeling bad about what had happened during the day, or maybe being with her sister had snapped her back to reality. Anyway, she said, "Troy, we can't both be in here. I'm done, so you can have the shower all to yourself."

That's when I pulled the ace from my sleeve. But, having no sleeves, I handed the facecloth to her and turned my back. The magic of it worked, again-as usual.

Soon, she was washing me all over, and even shampooed my hair. She tried to get me to wash my nether regions, but I was holding out for her to do it all.

She did, but something told me not to get a hardon in the shower where it would be awkward. I turned around and around under the shower-head like I had seen Troy do a hundred times, and I was all rinsed off.

She handed me a towel and dried herself off with another. I just stood there and dropped my towel, like I was helpless.

She got the towel and did a quick drying. I thought it was now or never so let myself start to get hard, hoping she noticed.

"Oh nooo! This can't be happening again." She noticed.

She wiped my chest roughly and looked like that was going to be the end of it. So I took the towel from her and started mimicking drying HER off.

I got close and reached around her, rubbing her butt with the towel. "Troy, no. I'm already dry," she said.

That's when I was close enough to do it again-I sucked at her nipple.

She didn't have that same violent reaction but I could feel her whole body quiver and stiffen. "No, Troy!" she said that loud. "Stop that right now!" But she didn't do anything to stop me.

In fact, when I started swirling my tongue around, she brought both hands up to my head and pressed me gently closer to her. After about a thirty seconds, she swerved her body so that I broke free and was in front of the other nipple. She guided my mouth to it and I gave it the same treatment.

She had her eyes closed and was moving her head back and forth wile making little moans.

My penis was pointing straight towards her, and when I moved my hips closer, it slid over the top of her pubic hair and up her stomach to her navel. I pressed close and it was wedged there.

Her body started moving up and down, rubbing against it. Then, her eyes opened and she said, "Troy, this is going too far. Too far."

She pushed away from me and said, "Troy, I don't know what to do. We shouldn't be like this-naked together. That's what's making that ... that problem." She pointed to my crotch.

My towel was on the floor in front of me. Mrs. Hayes looked at it for a long time, then looked at my penis, which was bobbing up and down with my heartbeat.

I was shocked when she moved forward and knelt on it. The magnetism of my cock must have worked again. Thank God!

Without another word, she reached out and gently took my cock into her curved fingers. They went a little more than halfway around it. She started pulling toward her, and then back. This started a steady stream of precum pouring from the tip. But, not one drop was going to hit the floor because Mrs. Hayes brought her mouth close and licked the end and swallowed.

Then, she took her tongue and went around and around the sensitive head. I couldn't believe my plan had worked. I was still doubtful until she opened her mouth and sucked in as much of my cock as she could get into her mouth.

I had reached back while she was "occupied" and gotten my phone. I took lots of pictures of that beautiful face stuffed full of my cock.

She took her hand off my cock and placed both hands on my butt. Then she started pulling her mouth back and then filling it again, pulling my butt to her. She was guiding me to fuck her mouth. I was a good pupil, and started a humping gently in rhythm.

I was finally going to get a real blowjob, from a real woman!

That's when her phone rang!

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The ringtone, echoing in the quiet of the bathroom, startled us both.

I staggered back, weak in the knees from being on the edge of experiencing the ultimate of pleasure. Mrs. Hayes scrambled from to knees to retrieve her phone.

"Hello," she said in a voice that sounded like she was underwater. Her throat must have been full of my sticky precum. She cleared her throat repeatedly while she listened.

I tried to keep my face a blank-the hardest test yet for me NOT to show disappointment.

"How is the deal going there?" she asked. That's when I realized it was her husband. The thought of him, his presence intruding here on my intimate moment could ruin the mood for the rest of my visit.

That's when I looked at the towel Mrs. Hayes had been kneeling on, and made up a spontaneous and risky plan.

Mrs. Hayes had braced her back against a bathroom wall and was propped up there, standing with her feet apart and planted about a foot and a half from the wall. I decided to play the mimic card one more time. I would mimic her last action of kneeling in front of me.

I placed the towel in front of her feet and knelt before her. "That's really wonderful," she said to whatever Mr. Hayes had said.

That's when I reached behind her and grabbed her butt just like Mrs. Hayes had grabbed mine. Then I used that leverage to pull my mouth tight against those layers of curly, black pubic hair.

"AYYYYY," she screamed as I raced my tongue up and down, parting the dense tangles until I had found her vaginal gash. Up and down I went, again and again.

"Ahh! Ahhh! AHHH!" she said with increasing volume. Suddenly, my mouth was being flooded by her lubricating juices. Slick and slippery and strong-tasting-in great enough volume so that I had to swallow every few seconds to keep up with the flow out of her hole.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I do," she said in some feeble attempt to keep up the conversation. "What's being done," she finished with.

Then, I remembered what one of the guys at school had said about the "magic" button every woman had at the top of her slit. He had said it hypnotizes them and makes them cum. You just have to tease at it either with your finger or your tongue. He called it her "clit."

My tongue was closer, so I searched upwards and found a hard bump protuding about a quarter of an inch. I treated it like a nipple and sucked on it.

"NOOOOO!" she gasped. I knew I had found it, her clit.

"Nooo, nooo way I'm not appreciating what's being done," she said in a voice that sounded like she was being violently shaken.

I began to suck and swirl my tongue around. At the same time, her free hand went to the back of my head and started to run her fingers through my hair and then to force my mouth tighter and tighter against her gushing pussy. The aroma was maddening. So potent and pungent.

I took one hand away from her butt and picked up my phone from the floor and began taking shot after shot.

"Coming soon, " she said feebly before she hit the end call icon. She reached back and let the phone loose from her grip onto the sink's counter. Then she bent her legs slightly, making the muscles in those toned upper thighs bulge with definition. She placed both hands on my head and ground into my mouth with small insistent humping motions. Her eyes were closed and her head thrashed back and forth until she raised her face to the ceiling and screamed:

"NNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEESSSS! YEEESSSS! YEEESSS!"

Then she looked down at my face with unseeing eyes and let out all of the air in her lungs in one low and long: "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

That's when her legs could no longer hold her. If I hadn't broken away from her pussy and caught her and eased her to the floor, she could have gotten hurt in the fall.

It was then it really hit me: I had made Mrs. Hayes cum ... I had made a grown woman cum ... I had made a woman my mom's age cum.

That made me wonder if my mom came like that. For the first time in my life I tried to visualize my mom cumming.

I figured I had it made now. I made her cum so she would make me cum. I was looking forward to this.

After letting Mrs. Hayes rest for a minute, I touched her shoulder. She screamed:

"GET AWAY FROM ME! GO TO BED! GO TO BED AND STAY THERE!"

I pretended to look at my phone so she couldn't see the surprise in my eyes. She got up and put her robe on, almost like hiding herself from me. She roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my bedroom.

I still had my raging hardon from all the pussy juice still lingering in my mouth and nostrils and the memory of her orgasm. It would take a lot to knock THAT down.

She guided me to lie on my back and said, "Go to sleep, Troy," and went to her bedroom, slamming the door shut.

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I could hear Mrs. Hayes banging things and talking loudly to herself. I crept to her door and listened:

"And then YOU get mad at HIM. You scream at him for YOUR mistake. You're the one that let this get out of hand. YOU'RE the one that gave him an erection time after time today. On purpose too. It's your fault—not his. And what if that erection won't go down? How will you solve THAT problem? You should at least go and check on the boy, Jean, at least apologize to him. Even if he doesn't understand."

I knew two things:

1. I'd better get back to my room quick, and

2. I'd better have a hardon when she came in if I wanted to play on the guilt she was feeling.

I ran back to my room, turned on video recording and put the phone in the water glass, pointing at the bed. Then I thought of Mrs. Hayes cumming and my cock shot straight up.

That's when Mrs. Hayes came in the room. When she saw me, she said, "Oh my God. What have I done to this boy? Troy, I'm so sorry."

I had to find a way to play this totally to my advantage. But how? I figured I'd see what she would do next.

She took my right hand and tried to wrap it around my penis and make me jerk off. Any other night, I wouldn't need much coaxing, but tonight I wanted more.

I took my hand away and placed it by my side.

She sat on the bed with a look of sadness covering that beautiful face. She said, "Troy, it was so wrong. Wrong for you to give me an orgasm. You don't understand that I have needs, needs that have not been fulfilled for so long. Having you here has awakened something in me I thought was long dead. The sight of you, the sight of THAT!"

She pointed to my stiff penis, and continued: "It's made me want things ... things ... I forced out of my mind long ago. What you did for me is something that should be shared between-"

Whatever else she wanted to say was lost. She appeared to have wrestled with a decision and made a choice.

She said, "Troy honey, I'm going to fix this." She then took her hand and started a slow pump up and down my shaft. My juices started to bubble up through to the tip of my cock. "That's it, let it happen baby," she whispered.

Then, she seemed to be talking herself into using her mouth on me: "After all, I've ALREADY had my mouth on him." She lowered her head, and for the third time that day, licked my juices up and swallowed them. Then she licked all the way down my shaft while cupping my balls.

"Ohhh. So filled with sperm, Troy. I'm going to swallow your sperm, Troy. Will you like that?"

I almost said yes. She started running her lips up and down over my cock, jamming as much as she could with each bob of her head. She stopped, looked at my cock, then at my face, and said with a smile, "So big. So huge. It's stretching my lips. This could NEVER fit into my pussy, you nasty boy."

I nearly came right then. I thought I might get a handjob or a blowjob, but I never seriously pictured my cock entering that delicious pussy.

She took her mouth and hand away and stared at my cock for a whole minute. During that time, her right hand went to her crotch and pressed and stroked lightly.

"Ohhhh my God. I want it. I want it so much." She gave me a few more tugs. "I want to feel this, Troy. I want to feel it so bad. Not with my hand, not with my mouth. I want you, Troy; I want you inside me. I wish you could understand."

What I understood was that Mrs. Hayes was getting hornier all the time. My cock was making her horny, making her want to FUCK.

She got up and with her breathing heavy and uneven paced back and forth. It was torture to wait there, unmoving, as if I didn't care. Believe me, I CARED!

She came back to the bed and stared directly down at my face. "Troy, it would be ... I'm a 40-year-old woman ... and you're ..." With that she reached to her crotch and brought up fingers which were glistening with wetness.

She ran out of the room and I heard a drawer banging open and shut. She returned in a minute with a small square package. I recognized it as a condom. She ripped it opened and rolled a rubber onto me. I can't tell you how excited I was at the thought of fucking this gorgeous creature. But, until it happened, I wasn't counting on it. Too many things had gone wrong today. The only one who had cum so far was HER.

"I shouldn't do this, baby, but I need it so bad. You're so beautiful. I'm going to make us both feel so good." With that she untied her robe, and she was again naked in my sight. And in plain view of my phone.

She climbed on the bed and tried to mount me. I wanted to help, but that would have ruined it. It was the wrong angle or she was too tight, or SOMETHING. Anyway, after a few tries, she pulled me to a sitting position and said, "I need you behind me, like this." She showed me her kneeling position.

I didn't need any more coaching or delays. I mimicked her pose perfectly. She guided me toward the end of the bed and made me face forward. Then she got in front of me on her hands and knees. I could see her open pink vagina peeking through the dark mass of pubic hair surrounding it. I also could see her tiny tight asshole.

She put her chest on the bed and raised her ass high. I knew what to do without any instruction, but, something was bothering me:

I didn't want my first fuck to be with a condom on. And, after listening to her talk to her sister about her regrets about not having kids, I wanted to give her a chance. I wanted whatever was in my balls to become part of Mrs. Hayes. I shucked the condom off and threw it on the floor.

She backed up and I pressed forward, aiming my cock at the wet opening in front of me. It made contact and I saw the very tip of it fit against the entrance to Mrs. Hayes' womanhood. She leaned back and I leaned forward.

"Uhh!" she grunted as that hole expanded to take me in. It was stretching, and at this angle, it had a lot better chance of stretching all the way. I pushed in, somehow knowing I shouldn't try to ram it all, even though that's what my body was telling me to do.

About two inches went in and she said, "Oww. Go easy, go easy." She must have known that Troy wouldn't understand, but she had to say it anyway. She pulled forward until just the head was in and then pushed back again; I pushed forward at the same time. I put my hands on the curve of her hips to steady myself. I pulled gently at Mrs. Hayes, at Mr. Hayes' wife.

That thought made me even happier: I was about to fuck Mr. Hayes' wife.

About half, about five inches of the thickest part of me went into her. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she yelled. "TOO BIG! ENOUGH! TROY! ENOUGH!"

Now I had to make a decision. Do I pull out so I don't hurt Mrs. Hayes, or do I shove the rest in and hope for the best?

I pulled back, and she murmurred into the pillow, "Thank God, thank God ..."

Then, slowly, but without another pause, I pushed forward, holding her hips tight so she couldn't try to escape-and I didn't stop until my pubic hair was grinding tightly against hers.

"AAAAYYYYYYYYYY!" she screamed at the headboard.

I stayed there, fully embedded in Mrs. Hayes vagina for about ten seconds, hoping she would get used to it. Then I pulled out and thrust all the way again. "AAAHHH!" came from her lips.

Again, then again, and the realization broke into my mind: I was fucking Mrs. Hayes. I was fucking her because she wanted my cock. I was fucking her because her husband couldn't do the job. I was fucking this beautiful woman as old as my mother, and she was starting to like it!

After about the fifth or sixth thrust all the way, she said, "Oh, Troy ... never ... never soooo deep! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!"

It made me happy that I was bigger than her husband and that I was reaching places he had never been.

My body wanted to fuck as fast and hard as I could, but seeing Mrs. Hayes moving her ass in a certain rhythm made me follow it exactly. We fucked each other for a long time. I was surprised I didn't just come fast, but the whole new experience made me relax and enjoy what was happening.

Then, it was Mrs. Hayes who started to speed up. Her breathing got harder and harder. What had been soft moans before were turning to little screams and low loud grunts.

She got up on her hands, and I could see her tits hanging low under her as they swung to our bodies' movements.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME, TROY!" she yelled. I leaned forward and cupped both her boobs, lifting and squeezing them.

This did something to her and threw her over the edge. She said: "Troy ... you're making me ... making me- I'M CUUMMING! I'M CUUMMING! AAAHHH!"

I had done it. I had made Mrs. Hayes cum. And hearing her admit it specifically triggered my own response: I thrust as deep as I could and held there. The tip of my cock exploded with sperm that had been saved up for four days, loads of it. I was cumming into the unprotected womb of a beautiful woman, not into the safety of a rubber.

After I felt I had cum all I could, I collapsed on top of Mrs. Hayes. She melted onto the bed and I rolled to her side with my arm draped over her, trying to keep as much contact with that gorgeous body as I could.

We stayed like that for a long, long time. These were the best moments of my entire life. I was triumphant, feeling invincible. My mind was saying "I DID IT!"

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Then, Mrs. Hayes moved and raised her head. She stared down at the floor and then sat up-fast.

"Ohhhh ... NOOOO!" she said. She looked at me. It was all I could do not to hug her-for real, kiss those full lips, thank her, and tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I played my part and looked straight up at the ceiling.

She reached between her legs and then smelled her fingers. She got her own blank look on her face. "Troy," she said. "Troy ... you came inside of me. And I lay there for so long. It has to be inside ... inside ... You could've gotten me ..."

She looked at my face, and sighed. "It's my own fault. I knew that feeling was too good to be true. Well, I'll worry about that later."

She leaned over and kissed my chest, then my stomach, and then, she went lower. "You're a bad boy, aren't you? Look at how you got all dirty. I'll clean you up!" And she started licking my cock and balls. She didn't stop until I was again fully erect.

Then she got off the bed, and guided me to a standing position in front of her. I looked ahead and not up into her eyes as she towered over me with her tall, straight body. "You're a naughty, naughty boy," she said. I was confused for a second, because she said it in a tone that was playful and not angry. "You fucked all that glorious boy sperm deep inside Mrs. Hayes, didn't you? You fucked it where Rodger never could. Don't you know it's looking for my eggs right now as we stand here? Don't you think my husband would be angry if he knew you were making his wife cum?"

Then it dawned on me that she was playacting, talking dirty to excite herself. It certainly was exciting ME! I had another erection, probably the strongest one of the day!

"Didn't you know that big cock of yours, without this," she stooped, picked up the condom, and dangled in front of my face, "you could make me a mommy?" Then, she looked at my cock. "I see you like Mommy, don't you?"

My cock took a painful jerk as it tried to get even harder when I heard those words.

"It would be a shame to waste this now, wouldn't it?" She caressed my cock with her palm. "Come with me, little boy. You're going to do something on Mr. Hayes' bed that he never could: you're going to make Mommy cum! Would you like that? Follow Mommy into my husband's bedroom; use his bed, use his pillow-and use his wife's pussy!"

She turned and left the room. I grabbed my phone and followed.

She tore back the spread, blanket and sheet and threw them to the foot of the bed, leaving the big mattress wide open. Mrs. Hayes guided me to the center of the bed and whispered into my ear, "Don't you dare move, Troy, or Mommy will be disappointed. I'll be right back."

She disappeared into her huge walk-in closet and came out a minute later wearing a negligee that stopped just below her pussy. I could see the darkness of her nipples and the deep dark of that fragrant and delectable tangle of hair between those muscular thighs. She went to her bureau, picked up a tiny spray bottle, put a little mist in the air in front of her, and walked into it. The wonderful smell of perfume filled my nostrils.

"I bought this for my husband," she said. "But he thought it was a waste of money because it did nothing for him. He said these sort of things were a gimmick to sell lingerie that had no effect on men. Now, do you agree with him?"

She turned around, modeling her skimpy attire for me. She stopped with her back to me and gave me a long look at that round butt of hers. She looked over her shoulder, and gave an exaggerated shocked look. I thought that something had opened up in her and she was doing stuff she had wanted to do for a long time. With me (as Troy), she probably felt safe to act out all her fantasies. I was more than happy to do my part, which was act like Troy.

She turned, keeping the shocked look. She pointed at my penis. "Now, young man, tell me what's happening THERE! I hope that's not because you're looking at Mommy. That would be so naughty ... so wrong!"

She came over to the bed, and ripped opened another condom package and slipped it on me. "There, I've covered up that nasty thing! What's that you say? You need Mommy's help to make it go down?" She gave a huge sigh and said, "I don't know WHY I'm so good to you when you're looking at Mommy with all sorts of nasty thoughts."

Mrs. Hayes got her her knees on the bed, scooted over to my hips, and then straddled me, hovering her pussy about an inch over my cock. The perfume, the negligee ... I was in heaven.

"Now I suppose you want to put that huge cock into Mommy's tight pussy. Mr. Hayes would not like that at all. He wouldn't want you to stretch Mommy all out so that his cock couldn't feel Mommy's pussy any more. What's that? You won't tell him? You won't tell him you want to fuck his wife? Well then, if that's a promise, then maybe I can make an exception ... THIS TIME!"

With that, she took hold of my cock, fitted it to her vagina and sank all the way onto it. Our previous lovemaking had made her ready for the plunge.

"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" she whimpered as it disappeared all the way to the hilt. Her head rolled back and forth and around and around in slow revolutions, then her hips began to rock.

"Ohhhh, I should have known such a bad boy would want to be ALL the way inside Mommy. You tricked Mommy into fucking you, you bad boy!"

She didn't know how true that statement was. I almost felt guilty for a second. Almost.

"What's that? You want to see Mommy naked? I don't know-that would be sooo wrong. But, I guess it would be all right as long as you don't tell Daddy." Mrs. Hayes grabbed the hem of her garment and pulled it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Now here we were, Mommy and "son" completely naked again.

I wondered what my real Daddy would think of what I was doing. Maybe someday I would show him the video I was taking at this very moment. My phone was neatly propped up on the bedstand.

"You have to promise Mommy you won't suck on her breasts. That milk is for your baby brother, the baby I wanted for so long." She lowered her left breast to my face; it was stretched long with its own weight. I lifted my mouth and did what was expected-I sucked. "AAAGGGHHHH!" She screamed! "Your father would hate it if he knew you were sucking Mommy's tits. He would be so angry!"

I sure wasn't gonna tell him! After a while, I switched to the other nipple.

Mrs. Hayes got down to business and started riding me faster and faster. Moans poured out of her mouth, and when she plunged down extra hard, she let out loud animal sounds.

"Oh, Troy, you're fucking Mommy better than Daddy ever could! Fuck me! Make Mommy cum!"

A minute later, she stiffened and raised her face to the ceiling: "MOMMY'S CUUUMMMING! I'M CUUMMING!"

I let go a wad of cum at that point too. Unfortunately, it stopped when it hit a wall of latex. That didn't mean it didn't feel good though.

Mrs. Hayes dropped on top of me and I let her stay there a while. Then, she rooled to her side, peeled the condom off, and threw it on the floor. That's the last thing I remembered as I heard her breathing go even and deep with sleep. I closed my own eyes and dozed too.

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I awoke, not as I usually do, all at once, but in a series of slow memories: first, who I was and then where I was, and finally, who I was with.

I looked at Mrs. Hayes. She lay on her back, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress. Her legs formed about a sixty-degree angle. At the vertex of that angle was that dark center of attention. It got my attention-again.

I thought "Why not?" and silently crawled between her legs. I listened once more and her steady breathing told me she was definitely knocked out. Her pubic hair had been pounded to the sides by our gymnastics. I could see her lips and even her clit. The hair was dried with a paste that was probably a combination of my cum and her own brew of lubrication. I didn't care and went in for another taste of Mrs. Hayes' sweet pussy.

I was careful to go lightly, and used only my tongue at the beginning. She jumped a little at the first touch, then settled in like she was having a dream. Maybe a dream of somebody eating her pussy. That would have been awesome.

I licked for a minute or so before I heard her first moan. I checked and saw she was still sleeping, so I went up to her clit and started teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Then, real lightly, I sucked it. A low hiss escaped from her. The slightest jerking of her hips started then, too.

Then, encouraged, I sucked harder, and her hips went faster. It was then she came awake, realized what I was doing and said, "Troy, nooo. I'm dirty now." She tried to push my head away, but I sucked harder and her hands went to the back of my head and pulled me into her crotch.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! I don't believe it ... sooo goood!" It was all a breathy whisper. "Troy, you've opened me. All the things I'd forgotten ... all the hopes I once had ... ahhhhh! You're making me believe that they were once ... real ... mmmmmmm!"

She licked her lips and let her head shake back and forth in a slow rhythm. I sucked in synch with that same rhythm and that brought a long, soft "oooohhhhhhhh ..." that trailed off into silence.

"I thought this part of me was dead, Troy. I thought it had withered and was lost forever. But, here you are, making me believe, for the first time I can remember ... that I'm desirable ... that I'm worthy of these feelings ... that I'm a woman." It was all in the softest of whispers. I looked at her face, and from her closed eyes, tears ran down to her ears as she lay there.

"Troy, you wonderful boy ... no, you wonderful MAN. I wish you knew what you did for me. I wish you knew ..."

Her hands clasped harder, and I took that as my cue to suck harder. Mrs. Hayes hips raised off the bed and stayed there holding both herself and my sucking face a foot off the mattress.

"AGAIN!" she screamed! "AAAAHHHHGGGHHHH! TROY! TROY!" And she went limp and motionless except for a few after-quivers.

I had a raging hardon, of course, but thought it better if she take the lead at what would happen next. I lay next to her on my back, hoping the display of my cock would gain some attention.

It took a few moments for Mrs. Hayes to recover, but when she opened her eyes, her hand crawled over to touch my cock.

"Troy, this looks lonely," she said as she gave it a few strokes. She propped herself up and kissed my chest, then my stomach, then lower, until her tongue licked me. Her mouth took in as much of me as she could and then sucked-hard. I almost let out a few words of my own, but contained myself.

"I've got a place for this, Troy," she said, looking toward my face. As much as I wanted to look at her, kiss her, take her into my arms and hug her forever-I kept staring at the ceiling.

She turned to the nightstand, and then rolled another condom onto me. She draped one leg over mine and took my hand, gliding it hard against her muscular thigh and bending her knee so my palm also could take in the curve of her tanned calf.

I took over and kept running my hand over her leg, enjoying the feel of her length and fitness.

"These legs, Troy, are going to be wrapped around you. These are going to pull you and pull you until you're so tight inside me. Would you like that?"

I wanted to say "Trick question?" but didn't.

"Maybe it's my fault with Rodger. Partly my fault anyway," she said. She was talking to me, but even I realized she was talking to herself. "He never excited me, and I never did anything to really excite him. I began to take any effort I made as a sign of submission-so I didn't-including lifting my legs and opening up and wrapping them around him. But, I want to do that with you, you beautiful boy. I can't wait to do it with you, Troy."

Mrs. Hayes lay on her back, and encouraged me to mount her missionary style. I fumbled a little to keep playing my role, but not too long, because this was my first time in this position, and I was more than ready!

I lay flat on her, and there before me were her tits, so I thought I should do what I do-so I sucked them. "HHHHMMMMGGGHH!" she grunted and gave me a minute to take my fill.

She bent her knees and firmly planted her feet on the mattress. My cock was wedged tight against her belly between us. She kept maneuvering until the end of it was perfectly positioned, and I pushed-hard.

Mrs. Hayes got all of it, all nine, hard inches in one thrust. Just hours before, that would have been agony, and had her screaming. She screamed now, but it was:

"YEEESSSSSSS!"

This position made me want to fuck fast, deep, and mindlessly. So I did, right from the start.

It proved to be just what Mrs. Hayes wanted, or needed, maybe. "FUCK ME! THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" she yelled just before she curled those long, gorgeous legs around me and tightened them with all her strength. That drove my cock all the deeper inside the furnace of her pussy.

"NNNNNNNAAAAAAAHHHH" she groaned, while using the leverage of her leg-lock hold to force her pussy up to meet each one of my violent thrusts. This was the first time I wasn't holding anything back.

I just pounded for minutes. The look on her face told me she was in heaven, someplace, if you ask me, was where she belonged.

To my surprise, she unlocked her ankles and took them away from my butt which clenched as I shot forward to invade her.

"Troy ... Troy ..." she whispered, all out of breath, "I want to try something ..."

She put her hand on my shoulder as a sign to stop. I didn't want to, but let her lead.

Mrs. Hayes positioned each one of her legs outside of my arms, which were propping me in position over her. Then she whispered, "I want my feet on your shoulders, sweet boy. I want you to bend me in half. I want to be as open to you as I can."

Sounded good to me, so I made it easy for her as she drew her legs high. In a few moments, Mrs. Hayes' perfectly pedicured feet were resting near my ears. I wanted to kiss and lick and suck those toes, which, up to now, I hadn't given enough attention to, I decided. But-I didn't.

Instead, I explored the leverage my new position was giving me: When I leaned forward, I had my arms pinning her thighs tight to her chest. This raised up her hips, forcing her sopping wet pussy to open up to my cock, completely vulnerable and defenseless.

"Now, Troy-now!"

I thrust hard, and from the SURPRISED "AAAYYY!" that came from her the first few times, I realized I was hitting new depths. That thought drove me nuts, and I fucked for the next five minutes like I WAS nuts.

Finally, Mrs. Hayes screamed, "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT!" I noticed her feet flexed and her toes curled hard. Loud into my ear, she yelled, "CUUUMMMINNG! I'M CUUUUUMMMINGG!"

I let out some grunts of my own as I shot yet another load towards Mrs. Hayes' interiors. Again, all my little guys were thwarted by the Latex Curtain. Not saying I didn't enjoy it anyway.

I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand before I passed out. It said 2:57.

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The late-morning sunlight created shadows on the bedroom floor. The shadows of the windowpanes crossed three light-blue condoms. These were full.

Mrs. Hayes picked them up, looked at the contents, and seemed amazed at how much each one contained.

"Goodbye," I heard her say as she flushed them down the toilet. She mimicked a male voice, I guess her husband's: "Oh, Jean-how come there are used condoms on our bedroom floor?"

We had slept together in the big bed until past 9 a.m. I awoke to Mrs. Hayes sucking on my penis. It was almost all the way erect. She said to it, and not specifically to me, "Time for one more!"

She had rolled one last condom on me and maneuvered me behind her for a morning doggie-style fuck. We both put all we had into it, knowing it would be our last.

After she flushed the condoms, she said, "Thirteen days. And then, "Oh well, I'll worry about that later."

I sat naked on her bed. I needed to get dressed because Mrs. Hayes had gotten a call from her husband saying that he and my father would be here in fifteen minutes.

Mrs. Hayes came in to the bedroom, knelt in front of me, and took my flaccid penis in her hand. "We have some unfinished business," she said before she dipped her face into my crotch.

We had just showered. Mrs. Hayes said she didn't want her husband or my father to smell pussy on an innocent, young boy. We both smelled like lavender soap instead.

She sucked in my entire cock, and it began to grow, and grow, and grow until she could only fit a portion of it in her painfully stretched mouth. There was room for both of her hands on the shaft, and she started with a slow jerking motion.

As I continued to harden, she increased the pace until her hands were a blur. Finally, my hips jerked forward and Mr. Hayes' wife's mouth was flooded by spurt after spurt of hot streams of semen and sperm.

She swallowed as fast as she could, but some of it dripped through her nose.

Then it was over. I had cum in her mouth and she swallowed the entire load.

She led me to my room and put fresh clothes on me.

She looked at me a long time, and I don't know what was going on in her head. She finally said, "Troy, you've given me so much pleasure. Thank you."

Then, I heard the door open and, "Jean! I'm home. And Jason's here."

She went downstairs, and left me to listen—and to worry. This is when it could all go wrong. I had been lucky yesterday to get away with Mom not calling me by my real name. Maybe my luck would continue. If it didn't, Mrs. Hayes could make lots of trouble, or go crazy, or something. None of it would be good for me, that's for sure.

"I hope the boy didn't give you any trouble," my father said. "He can be a handful."

"I bet he can," Mrs. Hayes said.

"Where is he," Jason asked. "We need to get home."

"He's upstairs. Want me to-" Mrs. Hayes started to say before my father cut her off.

"CARL!" my father called. "Get your butt down here!"

"Carl?" Mrs. Hayes said, "you had told me it was Troy."

"Did I?" her husband said. "Must have been a slip of the tongue with all that was going on with the deal."

"And Troy?" Mrs. Hayes' voice was getting loud with a hysterical tone to it.

"Yeah, Troy's fine," my dad said. "He's with his grandmother. It was easier for her to take care of him since he doesn't ... let's say need much attention because of his condition. It was Carl we were worried about because he's a rascal and always getting into something. I hope he wasn't too much bother."

I heard only silence, and decided I'd better get involved. My best chance was to talk with Mrs. Hayes alone and try to get her to see it was easier to say noting to either my family or her husband.

For the first time since I got there, I spoke, yelling down the stairs: "Mrs. Hayes, could you help me for a minute?"

She didn't say a word as she walked up the stairs.

"Not too long," my dad called behind her. "We still have to pick up Troy."

I was standing near the window, looking out when she entered.

Mrs. Hayes came in like slow motion, with a sick look on her face and said just one quivering, shocked word: "Why?"

I had been standing and looking out the window, wondering what I was going to say. I turned and looked her in the eyes for the first time. It felt good to act normal again. I said:

"Why? For a joke. At first. When you started talking to me like I was Troy, I thought I'd go along for a laugh. But, after you helped me go to the bathroom, I started getting other ideas. I started looking at that great body of yours and thought maybe I could get a look at you naked if you believed I was poor, helpless Troy."

"You took advantage of me," she said through clenched teeth in a hiss. Her hands tightened into fists as she spoke. I hoped she wouldn't fly at me and make a scene that we'd all never forget.

"And who did YOU take advantage of? Not someone who could defend himself. You took advantage of somebody you thought was so handicapped they couldn't talk to say 'No' if they wanted to." Off the top of my head came some words that really made sense. I must have been subconsciously thinking about that question all along.

That drained all the energy out of her. She sat on the bed in a combination fall and collapse.

I sat next to her and said, "I act like Troy all the time, imitating him. I've been doing it for as long as I can remember. I do it for a joke."

"Well, it was no joke. We're in trouble here. What we did was wrong."

"It's wrong NOW because I know about it. When you thought it was Troy, it was all right?"

"We have to make this right," she said. "I have to tell your father." she tried to stand up, but I tugged her arm and she weakly sat back down on the bed.

"You're not telling anybody. And I'm not telling anybody. This is just between you and me, and that's how it's going to stay. Got it?" I hope I sounded more convincing than I felt. I was really getting scared.

"Are you threatening me? No one would believe you."

I held up my phone and pressed a "play" icon. The video showed Mrs. Hayes on her knees facing the camera. I was behind her pulling her hips toward me each time I plunged forward. From the tiny phone speaker came her tortured voice: "FUCK ME! PLEASE! HARDER!" My phone, sitting in the glass next to the bed had been in the perfect position to capture all the action.

Next, I flipped through some still pictures I been taking the whole time. One had her sucking my cock, and another had her sticking her tongue out to taste the fluid on the tip. I even showed her the one taken from the floor that featured my face buried in her pubic hair and her face contorted and her mouth wide open in a scream. It was obvious that Mrs. Hayes was cumming.

"You wouldn't ... show these to anyone?"

"Nope. These are just for me."

"What if I took your phone and broke it," she said in a burst of anger while trying to reach for my phone.

"Can you break the Cloud too?" I said. I had already saved these.

"Is that the internet thing?" When I nodded, she shriveled and slumped.

That made me sad, because i had real feelings for Mrs. Hayes. I didn't want her to be unhappy and regret this for the rest of her life.

"You know what the hardest part of this whole thing was?" I asked her. "The hardest part for me?"

She shrugged.

"The hardest part was keeping myself from telling you how beautiful you are. What a good person you are. How you deserve better than your husband is giving you for attention. You deserve to be appreciated more."

She looked into my eyes and was probably trying to judge if this was just another lie from a person who had ONLY lied to her so far.

She asked, "Why didn't you stop when that first condom fell off. Don't you know you could have gotten me pregnant?"

"It didn't FALL off. I TOOK it off. I want to get you pregnant!" My voice was louder than I had planned, and I toned it down for the rest. "I want you to have my baby. I want YOU to have the baby you always wanted. Don't you see? He's never going to be able to give you that!" I pointed down the stairs, where her useless husband waited. "When I heard what your sister was saying, I knew I wanted to knock you up. And I hope I did! I hope you're pregnant right now!"

Mrs. Hayes' mouth went open, and her eyes weren't seeing the room or me any more. She absentmindedly began rubbing her hand over her stomach.

"Let's get going," my dad called.

I stood and I extended my hand, which Mrs. Hayes took, and I helped her to her feet. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "I've been wanting to do that," I said before picking up my bag and heading down the stairs. Mrs. Hayes was right behind me.

"Finally," my dad said. "I really hope he wasn't a lot of bother."

"Dad! I wasn't any bother, was I?"

Mrs. Hayes shook her head.

"I even helped," I said. I couldn't leave without one inside joke. "I gave Mrs. Hayes breakfast this morning!"

"Is that right?" my dad asked.

She nodded, knowing I was talking about the huge load of sperm I had just shot down her throat.

"He never helps at home. Not one bit. I'm proud of you, son, for showing some manners here."

Now that Mrs. Hayes hadn't made a scene, I thought I'd try to push things—in my favor, of course. "Speaking of helping," I said, "Mrs. Hayes asked me to come back the week you two have to go to Philadelphia again and help clean the garage. Isn't that right, Mrs. Hayes?" I looked in her eyes with a hopeful expression.

Before she could say anything, her husband spouted, "That's a great idea! And, if there's anything else I've been neglecting around here, have him take care of that too!"

I would have told him about all I had ALREADY taken care of that he had been neglecting, but, Mrs. Hayes had made me promise the night before NOT to tell DADDY!

"Don't go easy on the boy, either," my dad said. "Ride him hard!"

I looked at Mrs. Hayes, and we both almost laughed.

She said, "I sure will!"

When we got to the car, I looked back to the porch and saw Mr. Hayes had put his arm around Mrs. Hayes. An intense stab of jealousy sliced through me. "She's mine ..." I muttered in almost a growl.

"Get in," my dad said. "What are you grumbling about now?"

"Mrs. Hayes and her husband," I said, realizing I had nowhere to continue THAT subject with my dad.

"Yeah!" dad said. "Can you believe HE'S married to someone like her? You're a little young to know it, but she's a knockout!"

"Didn't notice," I said. "Maybe next time when I help her out."

"Carl, I'm kinda proud you volunteered. Maybe Mrs. Hayes planted a seed of responsibility in you that will take hold and grow."

I thought about returning here, what happened since yesterday, and said: "Dad, I'm pretty sure I planted a seed of my own."

