Straight Male / 21
I wondered, often, if this ever happened to someone else. I lived a few miles from school, the last house on the bus route and I had to take the school bus each day round trip. If I missed the bus in the PM it meant hitch-hiking or calling someone for a lift. All that aside, in my junior year in high school we got a new bus driver, Martha. She was middle-aged and slightly overweight but still shapely and my friends and I noticed that she had giant melon-like tits.
From the first day she drove she stared at me and smiled. I checked and she did not do it to other boys but I felt she saw something about me that caused her mirth or something. This went on for weeks and I felt warm feelings for her. I thought a lot about her boobs and would get hard and pull my cock out and wank over my memory of her boobs. Her looks were average but the boys were mostly my age and make comments because she apparently wore no bra and we could all see the outlines of her large nipples under light cotton blouses. I noticed that she also wore her hair, which was not very long, in pigtails, like a little girl.
Most of the boys would comment on how hard they would suck on those nipples if they could get near them. After a month or so we passed greetings back and forth after she introduced herself. She also told me that she was 46 (older than my own mom) and a widow with a little daughter. One day she gave me a little brown bag and I looked inside and saw a sandwich. She said she had made it for me but not to get used to it. I ate it that day and really liked it, a roast beef on roll with coleslaw inside, something new to me.
Where we lived, dusk came early in the fall and one day, she dropped the last kid off and was headed toward my house when she pulled off into a small trail that opened into an old, unused ball park. Puzzled, I walked up to her and asked if something was wrong. She said, "No, and turned toward me, spreading her legs and smiled, saying, "let's take a few fun minutes off." I was clueless but my eyes dropped to her open crotch an it suddenly dawned on me that some unusual stuff was about to happen.
The daylight outside was failing but I could still see her crotch with a mat of dark hair and my cock got so hard it was almost painful. She said, "Come on over, honey." I said, "I never...er..oh...I never did." She said, "Come on, honey, it will be your first time. Do you jerk it??" Haltingly, I said,"Yeah, a lot, and I sometimes think about you." I was surprised by my own openness." Martha slid her butt off the seat a bit and spread further. I could see her mound and open pussy with large, meaty lips that were sexually inviting.
"There it is," she said, taking hold of my cock. "Oooohmmmm --- you are nice and big. Come on, slip it in and don;t worry if you come, I'm safe, so just finish in me anytime." I was trembling and my cock was so hard I looked down and don't recall it as rock hard or as bloated as that before. It slipped in and I began to fuck Martha as she cooed. "Oh, I love it, I love it, push it in deep, real deep. Ohhhh GOD!" I almost fainted when I came inside her and she bucked her hips until I was in her to the hilt. After we recovered a bit she asked if I liked my first one and I told her it was beyond my imagination. She said that we could do it as often as we wanted.
That was the only time we did it in the bus. We did it in her car at night and sometimes in her house after she had dropped off her daughter somewhere for the day. Almost no one noticed us and I suspect those that did would naturally think mother and son. Martha taught me everything there was to know about a woman and what she wants so I was miles ahead of my friends. Our trysts lasted less than one year, unfortunately, and one day she told me that she had been invited to move in with her younger sister in the Pacific Northwest. I was heartbroken but in time, she was just a fading memory for which I was deeply grateful. Whatever it was that caused her to pick me out, I am filled with gratitude.
From the first day she drove she stared at me and smiled. I checked and she did not do it to other boys but I felt she saw something about me that caused her mirth or something. This went on for weeks and I felt warm feelings for her. I thought a lot about her boobs and would get hard and pull my cock out and wank over my memory of her boobs. Her looks were average but the boys were mostly my age and make comments because she apparently wore no bra and we could all see the outlines of her large nipples under light cotton blouses. I noticed that she also wore her hair, which was not very long, in pigtails, like a little girl.
Most of the boys would comment on how hard they would suck on those nipples if they could get near them. After a month or so we passed greetings back and forth after she introduced herself. She also told me that she was 46 (older than my own mom) and a widow with a little daughter. One day she gave me a little brown bag and I looked inside and saw a sandwich. She said she had made it for me but not to get used to it. I ate it that day and really liked it, a roast beef on roll with coleslaw inside, something new to me.
Where we lived, dusk came early in the fall and one day, she dropped the last kid off and was headed toward my house when she pulled off into a small trail that opened into an old, unused ball park. Puzzled, I walked up to her and asked if something was wrong. She said, "No, and turned toward me, spreading her legs and smiled, saying, "let's take a few fun minutes off." I was clueless but my eyes dropped to her open crotch an it suddenly dawned on me that some unusual stuff was about to happen.
The daylight outside was failing but I could still see her crotch with a mat of dark hair and my cock got so hard it was almost painful. She said, "Come on over, honey." I said, "I never...er..oh...I never did." She said, "Come on, honey, it will be your first time. Do you jerk it??" Haltingly, I said,"Yeah, a lot, and I sometimes think about you." I was surprised by my own openness." Martha slid her butt off the seat a bit and spread further. I could see her mound and open pussy with large, meaty lips that were sexually inviting.
"There it is," she said, taking hold of my cock. "Oooohmmmm --- you are nice and big. Come on, slip it in and don;t worry if you come, I'm safe, so just finish in me anytime." I was trembling and my cock was so hard I looked down and don't recall it as rock hard or as bloated as that before. It slipped in and I began to fuck Martha as she cooed. "Oh, I love it, I love it, push it in deep, real deep. Ohhhh GOD!" I almost fainted when I came inside her and she bucked her hips until I was in her to the hilt. After we recovered a bit she asked if I liked my first one and I told her it was beyond my imagination. She said that we could do it as often as we wanted.
That was the only time we did it in the bus. We did it in her car at night and sometimes in her house after she had dropped off her daughter somewhere for the day. Almost no one noticed us and I suspect those that did would naturally think mother and son. Martha taught me everything there was to know about a woman and what she wants so I was miles ahead of my friends. Our trysts lasted less than one year, unfortunately, and one day she told me that she had been invited to move in with her younger sister in the Pacific Northwest. I was heartbroken but in time, she was just a fading memory for which I was deeply grateful. Whatever it was that caused her to pick me out, I am filled with gratitude.
