The Life of John Smith Chapter 15 by John Smith 83

The long awaited spring break comes an Mrs. Logan helps us out. , Chapter 15 Spring Break

As I have said Spring break started on Saturday March 30. We spent most of the first two days, Saturday and Sunday, with the Logans and some time with mother. It seemed like any other week because both mother and Mr. Logan had to work Monday through Friday. On Monday, after dropping mother at work, I went to Andrea’s. Mary Logan, in powder blue sweatshirt and pants, greeted me with her usual hug and kiss on the cheek. This hug lasted a little longer than usual and instead of holding her body back she pressed her full body to me. She was not petite like Andrea. She was full bodied and easily five foot eight inches tall. I was five ten, so we matched up quite nicely. Her breasts pressed into my chest and I know she felt the bulge in my slacks with her mound as it pressed against me. The look in her deep blue eyes, that looked exactly like Andrea’s, told me she knew what she was doing.

“The little ones are off to bible school till afternoon and Andy is sound asleep so why don’t we talk,” Mary said as she led me by the hand to the breakfast counter.

As I sat on a stool, she prepared coffee for each of us. “Cream, no sugar, right?” she asked. Almost not giving me time to answer she said, “You and Andy are spending a lot of time together and I have encouraged it, but I worry things will happen.” Not knowing where this was headed, I chose to only nod rather than say anything. “You know, there you are…ah all ah…all hot and bothered and the next thing you know…ah…you’ve impregnated her. What would you do next?”

“Well, Mrs. Logan…”

She interrupted me, “Call me Mary.”

“Mary, that isn’t happening,” I insisted.

“John, I’m sure that most couples who wind up pregnant said, ‘That isn’t happening.’ But if it did would you and Andy come to me…speak to me immediately?”

She seemed so earnest so, I said, “Yes Mary, if anything goes wrong, I will come to you. I would feel far more comfortable talking to you than your husband.”

Looking down into her coffee cup she said, almost to herself, “That’s a given.” Looking into my eyes she said, “Tell me honestly, if Andy said it was okay, would you…” She hesitated as if she was searching for an acceptable word. “Would you screw her?”

Without hesitation I said, “If Andrea wanted, yes.”

“Then she could get pregnant,” she said.

“I’m prepared for the day she says okay. I have a rubber,” I said with pride.

“A rubber? Oh, a condom.” She appeared a little flustered. “Well…ah…you have one with you now?”

“Yes, just in case, you know.”

Anxiously she said, “Show it to me.” Then added, “I’ve never seen one.” The look in those dark blue eyes was like a little girl asking to play with a new doll. I pulled out my nearly empty wallet and lifted the packet out. The expression on her face changed to that of puzzlement. “That’s a condom? Open it…show me.”

“I…” I wanted to say, I only opened one if I was using it, but I tore the packet and pulled the rubber out, holding it up for her to see.

With a renewed sparkle in her dark blue eyes as she focused them on the rubber, she said, “Doesn’t look like much. Do you think I…ah…could see it on…” She glanced to my crotch, up to my eyes, and back to the rubber.

I asked myself, did she ask me to put it on. I decided to not even ask if that was what she meant. Long silent moments passed as she stared at the rubber in my hand. Then a shiver of excitement went through me as I thought of her watching me put it on my rock-hard dick. I could not hide my nervousness. I lowered my hand to rest it on the table to prevent it from shaking. Her eyes followed. The look in her eyes said to me she was sexually aroused, just as aroused as I was.

Barely above a whisper she said, “John…put it on, so…so I can see…how…”

No, I am not showing my girlfriend’s mother my dick, I said to myself. Instead I stuck up my left thumb and rolled the rubber down over it.

Disappointment appeared on her face. “Does it fit tight?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She sat her coffee down, stood and walked around the end of the counter to stand beside me. I looked up into her eyes and saw a renewed sparkle. She asked, “Tight enough so it doesn’t slip off?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling quite uncomfortable with her standing so close.

“Your…ah…thing must be bigger than your thumb.” She reached for my fly, but I swiveled on the stool, stood and moved a couple of steps away from her. She moved with me, went down on her knees, and grasped my belt buckle. I gave up, decided not to resist. With little effort she had my slacks and shorts down around my ankles. Standing only a fraction of an inch away from my stomach, my dick was as hard and standing as proud as it had ever been. “Put it on!” she commanded, with a big smile.

I slipped the rubber over the head and rolled it expertly down nearly to the base.

“It does fit,” she said. She pulled on the nipple end of the rubber and it did not slip off. She added, “Nice and tight.”

“Mom!” Andrea’s called.

Startled, we both turned to see Andrea standing at the foot of the stairs. Being caught by my girlfriend with my dick hanging out in front of her mother nearly caused me to pass out, but Mary Logan, still kneeling before me, said, “I was making sure that he was protected when you let him…you know, do it to you.”

As she walked slowly toward us Andrea asked, “Don’t you think that is my responsibility?”

“If I am going to approve of him doing it to you, it is my responsibility too,” her mother said.

Andrea reached out and gave the rubber a little tug. “Does fit tight,” she commented.

Still kneeling in front of me, her mother said, “I was about to send him up to wake you.”

“With this?” Andrea asked, giving the rubber a harder tug.

“If that is what you want, Andy.”

“Mom, I decided to keep my virginity longer than you did.”

“That is your choice, Andy. Oh wait, you turn seventeen in three months.”

“Yes, I do, in about three and a half months,” she said as she squeezed between her mother and me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to press her lips against mine. I felt her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues danced. I lifted her up off her feet and held her close to me with our mouths locked together like a pair of suction cups. She was in her house robe which my dick easily parted and found himself nestled between her thighs. I stepped toward the stool with the intent of sitting on it with Andrea straddling me on my lap. I had forgotten about the slacks around my ankles. To keep from falling I sat Andrea on the stool and went to my knees in front of her. With her bare knees on either side of my head, it looked like I was headed to her pussy for a snack.

I looked up to see Andrea’s smiling dark blue eyes looking down at me, and almost right there beside and above her were Mary’s smiling dark blue eyes. I looked from one to the other and their expressions did not change. Then I felt the toes of both of Andrea’s feet stroking my dick. I dove in for a taste. She was too far back on the stool for me to do a proper job, so I moved her toward me. She was flooded with pussy juice which I laved up with my tongue.