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This story is a sequel to my 'Minding Matty' story published in the Gay Adult/Youth category.
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Life Gets Better
By Peter King
Background
I own a small consultancy firm and employ a lady called Clare, the mother of 14 year old Matty. Matty had been involved in a car crash that left him with plaster casts on one arm and the other shoulder so that he needed constant help. Clare was scheduled to go overseas to work for an important (i.e. lucrative) client and I volunteered to look after Matty for a week at their house while Clare was gone.
Matty couldn't use either of his hands so needed help with everything: dressing, eating, toilet and, as it turned out, jerking off. Being mostly gay, I was comfortable lending a hand and, over the week, things progressed to other forms of sexual fun as Matty wanted to explore and I was happy to guide and assist.
Our last day before Clare's return had been particularly intense and we had tried out anal and oral sex. We slept well that night.
We woke the following morning to the sound of Clare's key in the front door. Matty jumped out of his bed and tore downstairs to greet her. I put some clothes on and joined them.
Clare was hugging Matty in the hall, her luggage on the floor by the door. I smiled at her and welcomed her home.
She asked Matty how his week had been.
"Really, really boring" he replied "I can't do anything interesting with these plaster casts on".
Chapter 1
Clare thanked me profusely for having looked after Matty.
"It must have been really hard work" she said.
"Honestly it wasn't" I replied "Matty is a delightful boy and was as nice and easy as he could possibly have been".
"Well thanks very, very much anyhow" Clare continued "I must thank you properly -- how about I buy you dinner one evening this week?"
"I'd like that" was my reply.
We agreed on Wednesday and I said my goodbyes to Clare and to Matty. Clare would have a couple of days off work to recover from her trip.
Wednesday at 7pm I arrived at Clare's house and she was ready. We drove to a nearby Italian restaurant and had a delicious meal accompanied by some very good wine. By the end of the meal, we were both rather tipsy and I suggested that I leave the car there and we'd get a taxi to take us to our homes.
The taxi arrived and I gave the driver Clare's address. On the journey, Clare snuggled closer to me than she would have but for the wine. But for the wine, I probably wouldn't have encouraged her. But wine can have that effect. So I had an arm round her shoulders and she leaned against me.
At her house, I helped her out of the taxi and was about to get back in to go home when Clare leaned over to me and whispered in my ear:
"How about you come in for a cup of coffee?"
I suspected that Clare had more than coffee in mind and I hesitated. I had been gay for several years, although I had been married to a woman in the past and I had enjoyed the sexual part of that relationship. I was Clare's employer, although our work relationship was more like that of colleagues. I'd had sex with her son, although she didn't know that.
But the wine won the day and I nodded.
"Let me just get rid of the babysitter" Clare said.
I stayed outside by the taxi and paid our fare while Clare sorted out the babysitter. Then I went inside. Clare pushed the front door closed and turned towards me. She came close and I wrapped my arms round her and we kissed.
Our bodies were tight against each other and the warmth and pressure of the embrace stirred me. One of my hands slid down from Clares back to her buttocks and I pulled her tighter to me. She slipped one hand between us and felt my erection through my trousers.
"Let's go upstairs" she breathed.
We climbed the stairs and went past Matty's bedroom door into Clare's room. We both slipped off our shoes. I unzipped her dress and she let it fall to the floor. She undid my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers and they dropped around my feet. I unclipped her bra and she unbuttoned my shirt. I shrugged it off and stepped out of my trousers. We hugged each other again, me in my boxers, Clare in her panties, and we kissed.
We edged over to the bed and fell on it, me on top of Clare. We pushed down and kicked off the remainder of our clothes and our naked bodies intertwined. And we made love. That first time in the conventional manner, Clare lying on her back, legs pulled up as I entered her, moving in harmony, slowly at first, then building up until we climaxed simultaneously, me panting and breathing hard, Clare trying to contain the squeals of delight as she came, my juices shooting into her body.
I slid out of her, my cock slowly deflating and we lay on our backs, side by side, recovering and savouring the moment.
Clare reached over and grasped my cock with her hand. She stroked it, squeezed it, played with it, ran her fingers over the tip. Then she sat crosslegged on the bed beside me and with her other hand cupped and played with my balls. My cock responded and stiffened.
"Take me from behind" she said.
She got on to her hands and knees on the bed and I entered her doggy fashion. She reached down with one hand and stroked my balls as I fucked her. I reached forward and felt her engorged clit, just above where my cock was sliding in and out of her. My other hand stroked her breasts, playing with her nipples.
She squealed again as she came, then she leaned forward and I slipped out from inside her. She rolled over and looked up at me as I kneeled over her, then she slipped down the bed until her lips were just below my cock and, raising her head, she sucked my cock into her mouth, reaching round my body with her arms to grasp and squeeze my bum, pulling me against her face.
I came, my sperm shooting into Clare's mouth. She seemed to swallow it all. Then she slid back up so that our mouths were close and she pulled my head down and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth and I realised that she still had a mouth full of my cum. We kissed and licked and sucked and passed my cum from her mouth to mine and back again.
Eventually Clare pushed me off and I lay beside her. We were both quiet, recovering our breath, feeling our heart beats returning to normal, sated with sex.
After about five minutes, Clare spoke.
"I know what you and Matty did together while I was away" she said.
My heart nearly stopped.
"How do you mean?" I responded, struggling to keep my voice normal.
"I've got spy cameras around the house and I saw all the things you and Matty got up to during the week you were here" she said.
A feeling of panic started to build up inside me.
"I only did things that Matty wanted to" I said "I didn't force anything on him"
"I know that" Clare said "I know that Matty's a normal randy teenager and I know that when he has friends to stay for sleepovers, they all wank together. He probably thinks I don't know about such things but I do, and I don't mind."
My panic paused.
Clare continued "I'm glad you were able to help him out with his sexual needs -- it's not something I can do for him and with his injuries, he can't do it for himself. I was a randy teenager once too, you know, and things can get very frustrating if there's no way to relieve the tension."
"I'm relieved you see it that way" I replied "it happened spontaneously the first night when I washed him and he ejaculated. After that I offered to lend a hand and it developed from there."
"I know" Clare said "I saw it on the recordings. I was impressed how much he came and how far he shot it. Did it get in his hair?"
"It did" I confirmed.
"Can I ask how come you've got spy cameras installed?" I asked her.
"It started when I was still married and I had a feeling that Matty's father was overly interested in Matty's body and genitals. So I had the spy cameras put in and they showed I was right. I don't think Matty actually knew anything wrong was happening, he was only little, but I could see that his father was starting to abuse him. So I threw him out and threatened to tell the police if he ever came back. Shortly afterwards I heard he had died".
Clare continued "And I never bothered to have the cameras removed. I'm pretty sure Matty doesn't know that they're there and I'll never embarrass him by telling him about them. And I'd appreciate it if you don't tell him either".
"I won't" I promised.
"Also" Clare added "I find it quite exciting to watch him and his friends and I found it exciting to watch you and him together. I confess that I like to watch the recordings while lying naked on my bed and fingering myself".
I was surprised that Clare was being so frank about herself. We hadn't had that close a relationship previously but I guess that once you've watched someone having sex, you feel more intimate with them.
"Are you OK with this?" she asked.
"It's quite a lot to take in" I replied "I suppose that I shouldn't mind you seeing me having sex if you find it pleasurable. And I'm relieved that you don't mind about the things that Matty and I did together."
"Boys will be boys" she said with a laugh "and girls must take what pleasure they can from boys being boys. And I do like seeing a cock in action. Yours is very nice -- just the right size".
With that, she reached over and started playing with my cock again. Pulling it, kneeding it, squeezing it in her hand. It responded and started to stiffen. Clare stood up on the bed, placing one foot either side of my pelvis and lowered herself until the tip of my cock touched the lips of her vulva. Then, holding my cock in her hand, she lowered herself further, impaling herself on my erection. She placed her hands on my chest and played with my nipples, lightly pinching and pulling them. I found this very arousing and I hardened even more. She started bouncing up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her, until with a restrained cry, she came. Her vagina contracted and squeezed my cock and I shot my juice inside her for the third time that night.
We lay on the bed together and drifted off to sleep. I stirred at 6 in the morning and, extricating myself from Clare's embrace, I got dressed and called a taxi. I kissed Clare on the lips and said goodbye. She half opened her eyes and smiled in acknowledgement.