Twice-flashed, Still Shy

I'm a 63 yr. old man, happily married, attracted to no particular body type. I'm a person type, I know the biggest and best sex organ is the human brain. But, growing up as a teen, I knew nothing of sexual desire and relationships and my parents weren't very inclined to talk about it.
When I was 14, I went to see a younger friend ( he was eleven ). I knocked on the door several times before it was answered. His mom, 36 ish, answered covering herself with, basically, a dish towel. It covered next to nothing ! She wasn't what you'd call attractive, sort of short, a broad nose and fat lips, a pock-marked face, and a hairy chin. She did have nice breasts, but the narrow hips and ass of a young man. She was a dark brunette, and had cold denim blue eyes. But, for some reason she was sexy to me even if I wasn't sure what sexy was. So, when she answered the door, obviously naked behind a little towel, my breath left my body. She had a toy poodle who was in heat, and tried to make a break for it through the tattered screen door. I kneeled to grab her, and so did she, dropping the towel altogether. Her nice breasts weren't all that nice untethered, they sagged and jiggled, blue veins below the pale skin, and tipped with the weirdest colored nipples I've ever seen, like some sort of exotic bubble gum ( nipple-flavored, I guess ) . Her bush was almost black, profuse, and had a definite goodie trail that led to, and encircled her belly button. I tried to look elsewhere but it was impossible. I stood, handing her the dog. She used it to partially cover her tits. "Thanks, " she murmured. "Whatchu' want ?" I blurted her son's name and she looked at me like I was simpleminded. "He sure ain't here !" I stood rooted to the spot, dumfounded. "You want anything else ? " she asked, and in a move I'd always regret, I muttered "No" and turned heel and fled. The visions seared into my memory and were the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy. I never told anybody about it, my thinking was, if I stayed cool, she might do it again, and the answer wouldn't be "No !" the next damn time.
I didn't know the next time would come a month later. My mother had carried my brother, our little friend, and the lady, M, fishing to a local pond. It was a weekday during the summer, and we had the whole place to ourselves. My brother and friend disappeared, and my mother and M separated by a couple of hundred yards to fish. I was positioned closer to M than any of the rest, but, I was paying her no mind until I heard her call my name. I looked, and she was forty yards away, laying on her back. I dropped my fishing pole and ran to her. As I got closer, I could see she was catching some rays, her blouse and bra pulled over her tits, and her shorts unzipped to her white mesh bikini panties. She had her eyes closed in the glaring sun.
"How you like my new panties ? " she asked coyly. "Real nice !" I gasped as I made out the contours of that dark bush, and watched as those tits sort of hid in her armpits. Suddenly, she looked beyond me and began hooting and hollering, "My pole ! My pole !" Ummm, WHAT ? I wondered. "My damn fishing pole is going out in the pond !" I turned and had to trot out in the shallow water and retrieve it. A nice bluegill bream was on the end of the line. I brought it back to her, and was sad to see her covering up, buttoning up, and focused on her fish.
"I wish you hadn't done that !" I remarked, quite flustered.
" Done what ? " she asked.
"Ummm...uhhh...you know ! Covered everything up !"
"What in the hell are you talking about ? " she asked, her poker face telling me the subject was closed.
Within the month she was at the house. My mother had baked her a cake for her birthday. In the kitchen, as my mother went to the bathroom, she turned to me and said, "It's my birthday, you can kiss me if you want to." She leaned close, and I laid a hard kiss smack on her mouth. She would be the first woman I ever kissed with desire in my heart. She tasted like Maybelline lipstick and Kent cigarettes. She pulled away, gasping, "No, not on my lips ! You kissed me like we're lovers ! You don't do that to married women ! Don't ever do that again...unless I tell you to !" And, she smiled a cold smile that thoroughly confused me.
In the next two months she walked in one me, ( along with my mother, who NEVER knocked on closed bedroom doors ! ) as I was masturbating by sliding my erection between two velvet throw pillows. That was a bad moment. She gave me that cold smile again. Then, perhaps worst of all, I began peeping on her, and goddamn if she didn't catch me and call my parents before I even got back home. Supposedly she said, "I don't know what he was trying to do ! Was he trying to see an old woman nekkid ? I sure don't know why he would wanna see me !" Supposedly my mother agreed with her, "No, I don't know why he would want to see that, either !"
They moved from the neighborhood, and she and her husband divorced. Cut to four years later, I was dating a girl who worked at a local department store. I was visiting her workplace when low and behold, M comes in, sees me and beats a path over, asking about my parents, and giving my g/f the once-over, twice. I introduced her to my g/f, and she was a fake sweet as anybody I'd ever seen. A few days later my g/f told me, "That old lady, Mrs. J, came back in the store last night. She asked a lot of personal questions and said some really weird shit !" Huh ? Do tell !
"She asked if we were 'doing the nasty'. She wanted to know if you were good at sex. She also asked me to ask you if you were still screwing velvet throw pillows ?"
"What the fuck !!!???" I blurted, aghast.
"I told her to mind her own business ! Who is she anyway ? " I ran down our lurid history for the first time ever, even the flashing episode.
"Okay, well, that explains some things, " she said, laughing.
"What ?" I wondered.
"She flashed me too ! She was trying on lingerie and had me running, bringing her new stuff. She wasn't shy about showing everything !"
"Oh yeah ? What all did you see ?" I asked, curious.
"Weird colored nipples on some saggy titties, and a treasure trail crawling up out of the hairiest bush I've ever seen ! " Bingo, she had seen it too !
Another time with another g/f she used the occasion to attack me again. I was bringing the g/f home to meet my parents, and she and her son were leaving. She told me that my mother had complained about my brother's troubles with the law, and she hoped I wouldn't add to their woes. I gave her a look, and she told my g/f, "He had problems growing up too, probably worse than drugs !" and her eyes glittered and she smiled that cold smile. I squinted at her and said, flatly, "I don't know what you're talking about. Anyway, this is my girlfriend N. Oh your ex has already met her. Drooled all over her ! I had to pull him off her !" and I laughed.
"Where ? When did you see him " she wondered, eyes wide. I lied and told her it was at some club. We parted that day, I figured, forever.
Many, many years passed, forty or more. Recently, my mother passed away ( my dad in 1991 ) and M and her son came to the memorial service. I was genuinely glad to see them. She looked good, even if her dye job looked splotchy. Her ex had died a few years ago, and I expressed my condolences. She replied coldly, "Being married to him was the worst eighteen years of my life ! " I glanced at her son and he looked miserable. I invited them to the wake, and he cut his eyes at her. A look passed between them, and I knew they wouldn't be there. She made one more remark about how we used to go to the creek against her and my mother's wishes. "I dunno what y'all were doing down there, and I probably don't wanna know !" Inexplicably her son said, "You don't !" I'm thinking, catching crawfish, swinging on vines, dirt clod fights, fuck knows what they were thinking ! In her 80's, she gives me that cold smile, the denim blue eyes seemingly faded, now.
"Nobody ever got hurt, " I said, looking them both in the eye, and excusing myself.
How in the hell did this woman remain a personal sexual icon all these years ? I'm still not sure on that one. Probably a lousy fuck, anyway.

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