From Boy to Man - Pt. 04

In view of their differing professional activities, the McPhersons were well organized.

Glen was absent during the week but was usually back home by Friday.

After a long maternity leave, Lydia was gradually resuming her teaching, but for the time being only in the afternoons. That left her mornings free to care for her babies and feed them. Three days a week, by midday, she dropped them off at her parents, who lived only a few blocks away. On the remaining weekdays a close friend of hers took care of them in her home. Lydia often stayed with her parents for dinner, saving her the time she would otherwise need for cooking.

A cleaning lady took care of many of the household chores twice a week.

Glen and Lydia wished to keep the weekend for themselves, starting with the Friday night. They were glad to have found a dependable babysitter in the person of Harold.

As described in the preceding parts of this series: that is how Harold had become very familiar with the McPhersons, and why they had chosen him as a lover for Lydia. Lydia and Harold made love for the first time on a Sunday and, together with Glen, they agreed that Harold would be welcome again on Monday afternoon; Glen would have that day off and would be at home.

By Monday morning he felt so intensely horny that, in spite of his physical exertions of the day before, he was fully recovered. Hard erections kept pestering him since he had woken up.

The Monday afternoon came eventually, but to Harold not soon enough. He had classes in the morning, but he could not take his mind off Lydia; the woman he now adored even more, now she had initiated him in sex and adopted him as her lover. In particular, the fact that she was at the same time a lover and a kind of mother to him delighted and aroused him no end.

He trembled with excitement when he rang the doorbell at the McPhersons at two in the afternoon. Glen answered the door and smiled when he saw the look in Harold's eyes. "Hi Harold, fit for duty?" he laughed. Harold smiled somewhat embarrassed by Glen's clearly noticing his excitation. "Don't worry," Glen said, "that's a good sign. Lydia will appreciate it."

He took Harold to the lounge, where Lydia was waiting. She came up to Harold, gave him a quick kiss on the nose, and asked, with a naughty smile, "Hi man, in good shape?" Lydia wore a semi-transparent dress that left little to imagination. It was stretched to the limit by her heavy bosom. Seeing Harold's desperate attempts to conceal his erection she added, "I see that you have come for something else than help with a math problem!" All three had to laugh and that eased Harold's tension somewhat.

"Shall we have a drink first? Can you hold out for so long?" Lydia asked. "Some things get only better when you have to wait for them a bit."

"You sure know how to stoke the fire, love!" Glen laughed, "all right, I will get us a drink first."

They sat down and managed some conversation about the usual topics. Harold kept shuffling uneasily on his chair though. Some ten minutes went by.

Lydia then suddenly rose, reached out her hand to Harold, and simply said: "come!". When he was upright, she pulled him along behind her. Through the door towards the stairway to the upper floor, whilst Harold revelled in the usual cloud of freshness surrounding her.

Glen smiled understandingly and followed them.

Lydia led Harold to the same guest room they had occupied on Friday. Vivid recollections of the delightful hours they spent there flashed through his mind.

Glen made for an armchair in a corner and started to undress. Lydia blew him a kiss. He nodded encouragingly. Harold saw from the corner of his eyes that in contrast to the impressive rest of his physique, Glen's penis dangled rather listlessly from below his belly.

Harold was unsure what to do next and remained standing.

Lydia turned towards him, unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his hairy chest with both hands. She pinched his nipples a few times and looked at him seductively. "Don't you want me?" she whispered, "I want you. You know what I want." She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, thereby freeing Harold's fiercely erect member.

Harold undressed completely and pulled Lydia towards him.

Her warmth and softness overpowered him, so he stayed motionless with his arms around her. Lydia was aware of the impact she had on the young man and let him keep her in his strong embrace for a while, his hard penis impressed into her soft abdomen.

She managed to wriggle herself free, lifted her dress, from below, over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She took the hairpins out of her high bun and shook her head, so that her lush hair fell freely over her shoulders and her full breasts swayed gently.

Harold's gasping was now audible.

Lydia let him feast his eyes on her body for a moment. Seeing the desire in the eyes of this virile young man caused her to become strongly aroused. In a spur of the moment, she spontaneously reached out her hand and pulled Harold by his penis towards the bed.

"Lie down on your back," she said, "let me prepare you to fulfil your responsibilities."

Even aroused, and during love play, Lydia kept using her posh language and that was titillating.

She sat on the bed next to Harold, bent over him and took the head of his penis in her mouth. With her tongue she began to tickle the underside of the glans. Meanwhile she intently watched his reactions. Initially Harold stayed immobile with eyes closed, overwhelmed by his sensations. Only his panting and soft moaning betrayed his arousal. When he suddenly started to move, Lydia withdrew his member from her mouth and said, "don't come yet. I want you to come inside me. I think you are ready. Come, take me. Why don't you take me from behind, this time?" And teasingly, "I am sure you know this position from your literature."

Lydia crawled onto the bed and leaned on her knees and stretched arms. Even had he not seen this position multiple times in his magazines, Harold would have instinctively known what to do. He positioned himself on his knees behind her.

Lydia positioned her lower body so as to bring his penis to where it needed to be for entry and prompted Harold to push. She was sopping wet from her arousal, so that, with only a few trusts he could insert his member all the way up to his balls. The swollen, stiff organ stretched her vagina, and she gasped from the feeling of being so suddenly and so completely filled.

Their mutual moaning intermingled and, driven by instinct, Harold started to move his lower body rhythmically. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Lydia had braced herself and her body shook under Harolds thrusts. Her heavy breasts had started to swing underneath her, so she lowered her upper body to lean on her elbows in order to stop them from swaying.

Their arousal began to affect their speaking. At first Lydia still encouraged him, "Yes, come on, take me, fuck me, fill me!" But after a while her utterings became unintelligible, like Harold's. They both became completely overwhelmed by the intense sensations of their copulation.

First Harold came, with a loud and deep, protracted moaning. It lasted until his thrusting eventually subsided. Shortly after Harold started his climax, it was Lydia's turn, the moment she felt him pumping his semen into her. She sighed and sobbed uncontrollably and let out a series of short cries during her orgasm.

When it was over, they stayed for several minutes in their final position. Panting from the exertions. Harold held Lydia by the hips. She let out an involuntary sigh of regret when Harold withdrew his member. Although not fully erect any more, it was still of impressive size, and she suddenly felt empty.

Lydia turned around and lay down on her back. She looked him in the eyes and whispered, "that was good. You made me come twice! Come here and let me kiss you, my young stud." She pulled Harold on top of her, embraced him with her strong arms and thighs and kissed him playfully in his face.

Suddenly Glen was standing next to them. Not in the least bothered by his nakedness. "That was very exciting to watch," he said, with a smile," you sure make a sexy couple". Lydia released Harold from her grip, and he lay down on his back next to her. They both looked up to Glen.

"Thank you so much my love, for your unselfishness in allowing me to do this," Lydia said, "you know that I am yours and will always be yours, don't you? But this does me such a wealth of good. I know, we talked about this so often, but still. I do not think I would have taken a lover, had Harold not been here."

Harold listened in awe to what Lydia said.

Glen stroked Lydia over her hair, kissed her and said, "hopefully I will one day be able to fuck you again as before. In the meantime, please enjoy good sex without my full participation. I loved seeing you having such an intense orgasm. I am so glad we found a virile partner for you to help you with your needs."

Lydia looked at Harold and said, "you see, this is what true love and understanding can do. For liberal people like us good sex can also be experienced outside our marital relationship anyway, when it happens by mutual consent. But in our case, there is an extra motive, as you well know. So, you do not worry Harold, do not feel in any way uncomfortable about our sexual relationship. Glen and I are fully in agreement as you can see. Promise?"

Harold looked at both and replied, "I promise Lydia. Thank you so much again for your open mind and your generosity. You are both so good to me."

"We hope that one day you will find a nice woman to live with and who loves sex as much as you do," Lydia added.

Harold remained silent. Deep inside he now felt a pang of regret because of what Lydia just had confirmed about her relationship with Glen. She, the woman he so admired, would clearly remain out of reach for him, outside their sexual encounters. He could not explain to himself those feelings. As if Lydia should somehow belong to him, because he had slept with her?

Lydia pulled Glen next to her on the bed and they started kissing. "Now let me take care of you, my love," Lydia whispered. She first placed a cushion under his head and then positioned herself back to front over him, leaning on her elbows. She seized his semi-erect penis and started to massage it. In the meantime, she opened her thighs over his face, giving him access to her femininity.

Lydia shuddered when he kissed her vulva.

Harold felt somewhat embarrassed in the beginning, but soon he could not help watching the mesmerizing and exciting spectacle.

From the movement of Glen's head, he could see that Glen was licking Lydia's vulva. First gently, but then with ever increasing intensity. Lydia initially responded with subtle jerks and contractions of the muscles in her buttocks and thighs.

Her soft moaning was suppressed by the penis filling her mouth.

Glen then seemed to concentrate on one particular area and Lydia started shaking and squirming. Through her gasping she started uttering, "yes, yes... suck it... pull it out... yes." Glen obviously knew from experience how to control this strong woman in this position; he held her in check by firmly holding her by the hips with his large hands. When Lydia came, she did so this time with unashamedly loud moaning and screaming.

To Harold it was utterly baffling how a well-composed woman like Lydia could turn into such a horny slut during sex and it aroused him immensely.

Lydia took a while to come to her senses again. She remained quasi immobile for a while, but then she noticed how Glen's penis had hardened and risen. She rolled off him and took it in her hand. Glen lifted his head, and Lydia showed his erect penis to him. They exchanged surprised looks. She took it tenderly in both hands, took its head in her mouth and watched Glen's reaction. A shivering ran through his body, and he closed his eyes. Lydia knew enough... Slowly she swallowed more of his penis and started moving her head up and down, whilst she looked Glen fiercely in the eyes. Saliva dripped along the shaft and over his scrotum.

Glen did not last long; Lydia, as the woman who knew her husband intimately, led him lovingly and expertly through his orgasm.

When it was over they lied down next to each other and kissed tenderly. "Satisfied?" Glen asked. Lydia replied, "For the moment, yes," and, whilst gently squeezing his balls, "and you?" "For the moment, yes," Glen laughed.

Harold was still sitting on the other side of the bed with a firm, and by now painful erection. Watching their intense love making had not failed to arouse him anew.

Lydia looked at him and smiled naughtily. "It is our fault, Glen. It is not fair to arouse such a virile young man without giving him a prospect of satisfaction. We do not want him to become frustrated, do we?" Glen laughed. "You are right love. Why don't you do something about it; you are the only one who can!"

Lydia stretched her arm out to Harold and took his hand in hers. "I will do something about it... don't worry. Just give me some time to recover."

Harold nodded. As before he could not keep his eyes of Lydia's body. It seemed even more exciting after her love making.

"Why don't we go to the kitchen, and I will make us something to eat," Lydia proposed, "how about bacon and eggs? Seems proper after your exertions!"

That took some of the heat off. Glen and Harold put on their trousers, leaving their torsos and feet naked. Lydia dressed in the semi-transparent gown and just put up her hair in her customary high bun. They had a pleasant time at the kitchen table, eating toast with bacon and eggs and chatting about their usual topics of interest.

Until Lydia suddenly asked, "Harold, tell us, how are you feeling now? Is what we are doing what you expected? Do you feel good about it?" Glen also looked inquisitively at Harold.

It took a while for Harold to gather his thoughts. Glen and Lydia remained quiet and let him reflect on their questions.

"I cannot believe my luck," Harold began, "only a few days ago I was masturbating over porno magazines. Now, thanks to you, I have experienced real sex, I have become a man. Sex with you is heavenly, Lydia. To me you are the sexiest woman in the world! Also, with you I can discuss sex openly, which is such a relief to me. It feels so good, so natural. I do not know how to thank you;"

Lydia took Harold's hand in hers. Glen looked Harold in the eyes and said, "you know how much you support us, as a lover for Lydia. You have already shown yourself an ardent, respectful lover, so we are very happy about our arrangements. Lydia is looking forward to many delicious moments with you in her bed and I look forward to joining you from time to time." Lydia nodded and she added, "let us enjoy our relationship to the full. But let us not reveal anything to others, as that will just elicit envy and trouble. I suppose your parents do not understand and would not tolerate such a relationship between their young son and a married mature woman like me. To us that is precisely a great source of sexual arousal and secrecy of our relationship adds to the piquancy of it, no?"

It was typical for Lydia to use such posh words, and it made Glen and Harold smile.

(To be continued...)