Crazy

I`m 30 years old, I`m married and i have a child. He´s 7 years old.

What I am going to relate happened to me when I was in my teens and I was only fifteen years old.

Some time ago I have been reading the stories that are published here and that has encouraged me to tell my experience, since what happened in the summer of 1989, marked me for a lifetime.

First of all I want to say that what I am going to tell is 100% true, it is nothing fancy as I have noticed in many stories published here.

At that time I began to start in sex with classic teenage masturbations always thinking about women much older than I. And I say this, because in my erotic fantasies always appeared mature women, especially known mine (neighbors, aunts, etc …) And with a common feature: somewhat plump and large breasts. There were days when I was crazy looking for the perfect time to stay just to satisfy my sexual instinct.

Well, without further ado, let’s get down to business.

It was a super hot day of the month of July (I am from the south of Spain, I will not give more data, because you never know …). I am an only child and lived in my parents’ house on a four-story block of flats, and we had our house on the first floor of that building. It was eleven o’clock in the morning, I was just up, because at that time and at my age it was a vacation date. I was just at home, my father was working and my mother would be in the market doing the day’s shopping. I was at home in sports shorts and t-shirts. That was all my clothes. The doorbell rang and I started to open it. It was Teresa, the lady who came every week to clean the portal and the stairs of the block. (A 58-year-old brunette, with her hair pulled back, was not a beauty of the face, but her well-being in the make-up made her stand out, a bit plump and with two magnificent tits.I later learned that she had been a widow for nine years) .

“Hi, good morning, you could fill the bucket with water.”

As I said before, I lived on the first floor, and on each floor there were two houses. This lady was in the habit of asking my neighbors in front of the water, but this July they were on vacation in another city, and logically there was no one in that house. That is why Teresa came to my house and asked to fill the bucket with water for her task.

I had never looked at that woman as a frame of my fantasies, and the truth was that at that moment nothing happened to me in the imagination that made me think of Aun Ritto with Teresa. Without any further comment, I picked up the bucket and two minutes later I found myself in the doorway with the water inside.

-Here you go

Until then, as I said, nothing had happened through my head. But it was at the moment that she bent slightly to take the bucket when I noticed by her cleavage the two large breasts that the woman had to hide under that dress. At one point I think I will have the greatest erection of my short life.

-Good boy, thank you ………) and your mother is not?

-No, he must be buying

“Nothing, thanks, and see you later.”

I closed the door and the first thing I did was go to the bathroom and masturbate thinking about that woman, who until now had never appeared in my dreams.

From that moment on, I could not get the woman’s cleavage off my head. It was all day thinking about her. But of course I could never imagine what would happen in the future.

The following week, on Tuesday specifically, which was the day when it was his turn to do his work, the same thing happened again. I had been waiting for her all morning and when the bell rang I got up to a little nervous (how naive is one with that age). I went to open the door.

-Hi boy, you can give me water …

This time I think I ran with the look from top to bottom, especially stopping in her breasts. This time I did not need him to bend down to see his cleavage, right there standing before me, and I put myself to a hundred, thinking about what an inexperienced one like me could learn from this beautiful woman.

I told her I would fill the bucket with water, but this time I invited her to come to the entrance of the house. As I wanted to Aseducir @, this time I was kinder. He passed and I closed the door. I also found myself alone at home.
-You want to drink something while filling the bucket

“No man, if that’s just a moment, and I have things to do …”

I did not insist and went to the kitchen. By that time I had an erection that exploded through my short sports pants. As the water poured into the bucket, I began to touch myself in the solitude of the kitchen, I even managed to pull my cock out of my pants and masturbate for two or three seconds, thinking of the woman at the entrance of my house.

Now I laugh when I say the solitude of the kitchen.

When the bucket was filled with water and I removed it from the sink, I saw that Teresa was at the kitchen door. I wanted to die. What a bigger shame. ) Would you have seen me? ) Would you tell my parents?
All the nervousness of one principle was multiplied by a thousand. I did not know what to say. Not know what to do.

– As you took, I went in to see if you needed help, but I see that what you need is something else – she said –

I could not say a word. To my mind only came the image of my father giving me a good spanking.

She looked me in the eye and commented:

-We have youth with women

He picked up the bucket, turned, and headed for the door.

I do not know if by the age, by the state of nerves in which I was, or by the fear of that they found out my parents, I began to cry like a disconsolate.

At that moment Teresa left the bucket on the floor and turned to me, and taking my hands off my face, who wanted to hide the tears, said:

-What is wrong with you, because you cry, if that at your age is very normal ….

Those words were the best balm I could receive at that time. I interpreted them as the words of a mother to a child in need of comfort.

Almost babbling about her crying, I said,

“It’s just that as my parents find out what you’ve seen, they can kill me.”

She started to laugh, and gave me a hug. If a few minutes before I could have paid all my savings for that gesture, at the moment I did not think that the one that was hugging me was the woman of my sexual fantasies, but someone who tried to comfort me.

-Don’t worry that I will not say anything ….

He kissed me on the cheek, picked up the bucket, and headed for the door of the house.

I followed her and when I was going to open the door I said:

“Teresa, you are a wonderful woman ……”

-) Why do you tell me? – she answered me -, is) why I will not say anything? Or why do you look at me with good eyes?

Again I thought I would die of embarrassment, although on this occasion, and perhaps because of the confidence he had given me in the kitchen, if I could answer him:

-I tell you because I like you very much and I have fallen in love with you …. (Now I remember it and I break out of laughter,) how could that phrase come out of my mouth?)

She started to laugh out loud and said to me:

– Boyfriend of me, boy who meo of the laughter, what you are crazy is crazy to take me to the bed. You will fall in love with a girl of your fool age …

“No, I swear, I’m crazy about you ….

At that moment I think that what I was waiting for had already begun to pass through Teresa’s mind.

– Come here bastard – grabbed me by the shoulders -) what do you want to fuck me right here and what comes your mother and who is in a mess I am ?. Look, let’s do one thing. This afternoon you come to my house and there I will show you what you want to see.

“In her house, but) and her husband …?”

“Son, if I’ve been widowed for nine years. Also I live alone. My children are married and no longer live with me.