As a boy it wasn't a problem. As a man, it's still not a problem

As a boy I was 'molested' by a neighborhood woman. She was in her late 20's and lived a couple of streets over. She was also very good looking. I didn't know anything about boys and girls at that age, but I did know that sometimes being around a girl would make me feel a strange excitement and would make my dick get hard. I knew how it would feel if I touched it and I liked it, so I would touch it a lot.

Anyway, one day I was riding my bike on her street and she was unloading groceries from her car. I asked her if she needed help? She said she would appreciate it so I helped her get her groceries into the house. When it was over she thanked me and told me that I was a good helper. A few weeks later she was out doing some yard work. I saw her so I stopped to talk to her, I really liked being around her, and she asked if I would like to help her. I got off my bike and started pulling weeds from the flowers and whatever else she told me to do. When it was all finished she asked me if I'd like to come inside and have something cold to drink. When we got inside she told me to wait in the kitchen because she wanted to clean up a little and change clothes. She was only gone for maybe 5 minutes and when she came back into the kitchen she had brushed her hair and put on clean shorts and a shirt. She was dressed 'normal', but for some reason I didn't understand I felt my little dick starting to get hard and I was kind of confused and not sure what how to carry on a normal conversation. I went home shortly after that but I still tried processing everything.

I went back over to her house a couple of days later. Since it was summer, I had all day. I don't know what she did for a living, but she was home most of the time. I'd go over and ask if she needed help. If she did, I'd go in and help her. If she didn't she would invite me in for a visit. She'd always bring me a cold drink and sit at the table and talk with me for a while. One day she asked if I could come over in two days and help her with the flowers again. Of course I said yes.

We weren't outside very long and then we went in for the cold drink. She had me wait in the kitchen while she cleaned up and changed clothes. This time I heard the shower running and the thought of her naked caused my little cock to get hard. When she came into the kitchen she was wearing more shorts and a top. I knew what a bra was and I knew she wasn't wearing one, but that didn't mean anything to me at the moment. As we were talking she was 'teasing' me a little and asking if I had a girlfriend yet. When I told her I didn't she said that was hard to believe because I was a 'quite handsome man' and the girls should all be wanting to be my girlfriend. She asked if I'd ever kissed a girl and I told her that no, I'd never kissed a girl before. She went on tease me a little then told me that kissing was a lot of fun and once I did that I'd like to do it again. I didn't have anything to say about that, but I was wondering what it would be like to kiss her.

Right after that, she asked me if I'd ever seen a woman's breasts before. I told her I'd seen some in a magazine but had never seen real ones. She asked me if I'd like to? I told her I would and she said, "Well, okay." then she slowly pulled her top up and showed me her breasts. I remember how hard her nipples looked and that was kind of confusing because in the pictures I had seen, they didn't look like that. She asked me if I liked them and I told her I did. Then she asked me if I'd like to touch them. I will NEVER forget what that felt like. Then she told me I could kiss them and suck them if I wanted to. I DID! Nothing more happened and I went home. That night I thought about the day and rubbed my little hard cock until I got that good feeling.

A week or two later I was back at her house and she let me see, touch, kiss and suck her breasts. She asked me if I'd ever seen a woman naked. Of course I had not and told her so. When she asked if I'd like to I told her yes. She got up from the table and took all of clothes off. My eyes took all of her in, especially the place between her legs. She asked me if I wanted to touch her there. When I reached out my hand she stopped me and said that maybe we should go to another room for that. The she told me to follow her and we went to her bedroom. She laid down on the bed and told me she was going to teach me how to kiss, and she did. Then she told me I could touch her anywhere I wanted to while we kissed. She also said I could kiss and suck her breasts if I wanted to. I was totally lost in what was happening but I was enjoying every second. The only thing I didn't understand was why she was wet between her legs. When I asked her about it she said that happened because she liked me and she was happy that I was touching her. I didn't know exactly what that meant, but it made sense to me. She liked me, she liked me touching her, that made her happy and that's why she was wet between her legs. She started telling, and even guiding my hand, between her legs and telling me that she liked it a lot when I touched her "just like that". I didn't know at the time what has happening when her body started to tremble and shake. She was moaning and sighing and I thought I had hurt her. She told me that what had happened was that I made her "feel good". Then she asked me if I'd ever had that very good feeling "down there". I knew what she meant and told her that I had. She asked if anyone had ever made me "feel good". I told her that it was only me and then she asked if I wanted her to make me "feel good". When I told her I did she had me stand in front of her and she undressed me. She took me in her hand and almost immediately I had that good feeling, only this time it was different. It felt better and lasted longer.

The next time I went over to her house she asked me if I'd like to kiss her "down there". She said if I did then she would kiss me down there too. So I did. It took a while and listening to her tell me what to do, but I made her "feel good" again, so I was happy. Afterwards, she took me in her mouth. I was in awe of watching her and feeling her mouth and tongue on me. As you can imagine, it didn't take very long for her to make me "feel good".

We did that for a few more visits then one day she asked me if I would like to put my my "little man" as she called it, inside of her. I didn't know what she meant. She told me it was like when she kissed me 'down there' only this time it would be in "here", where my tongue goes when I'm kissing her "down there". She said it would feel better than when she was just 'kissing' me. That sounded good to me so I said yes. She laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and told me to get on top of her with my hips in between her legs. When I did, she reached down and guided my little hard cock inside of her. She was right. The feeling was amazing. She told me what I needed to do to make her feel good and I started doing what she said. What surprised me is that in just a minute or two I got that good feeling and it was the best I'd ever had. She knew and told me to keep trying to make her feel good. To my surprise my little cock stayed hard and got even harder. It took a while but she told me that I was going to make her feel good. She told me not to stop because I was making her get closer to that good feeling. I'd seen her do that before so this time when she did, with me on top of her and inside of her, I was in awe and confused about what I was feeling. It was beautiful! It was something I couldn't comprehend or even explain. All I knew what she was the most beautiful thing, woman, that I'd ever seen and that I was making her feel good.

We made each other feel good for the next 3 years. By then I knew what it was all about and I knew what could happen if I came inside of her. She was on the pill and insisted on using condoms unless it was during the time that she would not get pregnant. Then she'd let me fill her.

One day after we'd finished fucking, she told me she had some bad news. She told me her father had passed away and she was going to have to move to take care of her mom. She moved and I never heard from her again. I've never forgotten her and I have no regrets. What she did, or what we did, didn't fuck me up mentally at all. I wasn't, I'm not, and never will be a victim of sexual abuse. The fact is, I'm glad I met her and thankful for the experiences she gave me and everything she taught me.

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