"Was Ethan aroused at the time?" Anne's eyes grew wide. "Oh yes, he was very aroused. I was doing more than touching. I was jerking him off." "Did he ... Did he ejaculate?" "Oh no, I stopped before we got that far. But Linda, I'm ashamed to admit, I enjoyed it." "Ok. It's all right. Don't be ashamed. It's only natural to enjoy it. I mean, he is a man, after all." Anne chuckled. "He's a lot of man, too." "A lot of man?" "That boy," Anne said, shaking her head. "He takes after his father, there's no question of that." "I don't understand," Linda said. Anne leaned forward and lowered her voice, as if the children might hear through the door. "His penis? It's huge. Good Lord, I've never seen anything as big as that, and his father was pretty big." "Really?" Linda said, and sat back. She had to remember to be professional. She cleared her throat. "Anne, I'm afraid I have to ask a difficult question. Are you sure he's having sex with girls?" Anne made a disgusted face. "What else would he be doing? What about the panties? Those are definitely from a girl." "Anne, have you considered he might be gay, and having sex with other men?" Anne covered her mouth with her hand. "God, I didn't even think of that. He could get AIDS. How can I find out? He'll deny it if I ask." "Let me take care of it," Linda said, and patted Anne's hand. "What are you gonna do?" "I'm just gonna talk to him. I'll find out if he likes girls." Anne sighed. "Linda, be easy on him. He's only nineteen." "Anne, the boy is over six feet tall. You want me to be careful with him?" Anne smiled, but it was a brief, nervous smile. "Of course, you're right," she said. Linda smiled back, but her head spun. What was it Anne said about Ethan, something about him being a whole lot of man? What did that mean? Anne said she put her hands on her son's penis. Just how big was Ethan's penis? Could she sit and talk with this boy about sex, this boy with a man's penis, and resist the urge to see just how big it was? She heard voices on the other side of the office door as she turned the handle and pulled it open. It was her ex-husband's voice. He finally arrived and was talking with Ethan and Cindy. All three turned to the door. Linda came out with Anne right behind her. "Glad to see you could make it, Jim," she said. "Sorry I'm so late. I got held up at the office." Linda just nodded. She heard that one before. Jim clapped his hands together. "All set to go, kiddo?" he said, and grabbed Cindy's backpack. "Sure Dad. Bye Mom," she said with a wave. She looked up at Ethan and smiled. "Goodbye Ethan." "See ya," he said. Linda rolled her eyes and sighed. Her problems with Cindy and boys had already begun. Ethan stood up, his hands in his pockets. Linda couldn't help glancing at his crotch, but noticed nothing unusual there. "Ethan would you like to come into my office with me?" Linda said. His eyes darted nervously between her and his mother. "What for?" he said. "You're just gonna talk, you know, about what we talked about earlier?" Anne said. Ethan's eyes widened and he looked straight at Linda. "About sex? With you?" he said. "Yes. Is that all right?" Linda said. She folded her hands together and swallowed hard. For some reason, she couldn't avoid a feeling of guilt. Not more than a minute before, she was speaking with her ex-husband and her daughter, and now she was thinking about seducing her best friend's son. Ethan shrugged. "I guess so." Anne smiled and touched his cheek. "Don't worry, dear, you're just gonna talk, ok?" "Yeah, ok, whatever," he said and flinched away. Linda smirked. He was no different from any other teenage boy she knew. Anne put something in his hand. "You take these, and just do as Mrs. Murphy asks," she said, with a glance back at Linda. "I have to run to the store to get some things for dinner. You'll be all right, won't you?" "Sure Mom," Ethan said. Anne kissed his cheek and went out, but the look in her eye was something like she just gave up her son to some sacrifice. "Come on in and sit down," Linda said, holding the door to her office open. Ethan sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk, the same one his mother sat in, his hands still in his pockets. Linda sat in the other chair, facing him. "What did you and your mother talk about?" she said. He shrugged. "You know, girls and stuff." "Did you talk about sex?" "Yeah." "Did you talk about condoms?" "Yeah," Ethan said. He squirmed in the chair. His hands came out of the pockets and gripped the arms of the chair. "Are you uncomfortable?" "Yeah." "Are you uncomfortable talking about girls?" Linda said. "No. It's because I have a hard-on," Ethan said, looking into her eyes. Linda caught her breath. She held his gaze as long as she could, but finally couldn't resist and glanced at his lap. The front of his jeans swelled with a bulge. She looked away quickly. "Did your mother show you how to use a condom?" she said. "Yeah. That's what she gave me," he said, and held up the red packets. "Do you know what those are for?" He shrugged. "I guess so. They're so I won't get a girl pregnant, right?" "That's right," Linda said. She brushed her palms on her skirt. The room seemed terribly warm. How could she maintain a professional attitude when she was sitting across from a handsome young man who was so clearly aroused? "Do you know how to put them on?" she said. The words were difficult to pronounce. She couldn't believe she let them come from her mouth. "Yeah, I guess. It's not too hard," Ethan said. Linda swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "Would you like to show me?" Ethan looked around the office. "Right here?" "Sure. Go ahead. I'll just watch." Ethan hesitated, as if trying to make up his mind. He stood up in front of her. His hands were shaking, but they unfastened his jeans. Linda's eyes grew wide. Before he let them down, she could see the shape of his penis pressing out, and it stretched down the leg of his jeans. His jeans dropped to his ankles. Linda's eyes grew wider. Anne wasn't lying. This boy was more than a man, more than any man she ever knew. His penis was as thick as her wrist and at least as long as her arm from her elbow to her hand. Ethan sat down again. Linda took a breath and cleared her throat. If he noticed her staring at his organ like a girl who just saw one for the first time, he didn't show it. He was too busy concentrating on the red packet. Linda shifted on the chair, rubbing her knees together. Ethan tore the packet open and removed the condom. His erection bent over between his legs under its own weight. He lifted it with one hand and placed the condom over the tip. "I think that's upside down," Linda said. Her hands sprung out from her sides and took the condom. He looked shocked, so she put on a warm smile. "It works better like this." She flipped the condom, pinched the tip between two fingers and rolled the sheath over his shaft. She let out a deep breath through her nose. He was so thick and so hard, and burned her fingers. She rolled the condom all the way to the base of his cock, where her fingers brushed through the wiry hair on his mound. She ran her hand up the shaft, feeling his heat through the thin rubber casing. It throbbed and pulsed with blood through her fingers. "Is this what your mother did today?" Linda said. "Yes." Ethan stared at her hand. His own hands squeezed the arms of the chair. She moved her hand up and down, squeezing lightly. "Do you mind if I do it?" Ethan shook his head. "No. It feels good." The office became very quiet, except for the soft crinkle of the rubber casing where her hand rubbed his penis. She was sure she could hear her heart pounding. "So, you're not a virgin?" she said. "Uh, no." She nodded. "How many girls have you had sex with?" "Uh, just two." "Were they older than you or younger?" "Older." Linda nodded and squeezed his cock a little more firmly. Ethan gasped. "Do you like girls?" she said. "Sure, I guess." "Do you like having sex with girls?" Ethan grinned. "Yeah, very much." Linda nodded again. "Do you like boys, too?" His eyebrows crossed. "What do you mean?" "Do you like to have sex with boys?" "Do you mean am I gay?" Linda cleared her throat. "Yes." Ethan looked thoughtful for a moment. Linda's hand began to shake. She could not bear to take it away from his cock. "I don't think so," Ethan said. "Have you ever had sex with a boy?" "No." "Have you ever thought about having sex with a boy?" "No." Linda rubbed her thumb over the tip of his penis. Her mouth hung open and she was taking long, deep breaths. "Would you like to have sex with me?" she said. "Yes." Linda glanced at the door. How would Anne take it if she knew her best friend had her hand around her son's penis? How would she take it if she knew her best friend was about to have sex with him? What would her ex think if he knew she was seducing a nineteen year old boy? What the hell did she care, anyway? Her ex didn't have a cock as long as her arm. "You need to know something important, Ethan." "What's that?" he said. His closed his hand around her wrist and moved her hand up and down his shaft. His hips rocked on the seat. "You've been blessed with something special, Ethan. Very few men have a penis as big as yours. That means a lot of women are gonna want to have sex with you just for that reason." She cringed as she spoke the words. Wasn't that just what she was doing? "You have to remember you can't go around thinking that just because you have a large penis, that's all you need to satisfy a woman. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am," Ethan said, looking at her with wide eyes. Linda closed her eyes. Now she was lecturing a teenage boy about how to satisfy a woman. What was next, demonstrating to her daughter how to give a blowjob? She stood up in front of Ethan, only reluctantly releasing his penis. "I'm gonna teach you about a woman's body. I'm gonna show you how to satisfy a woman. Do you think you can handle that?" Linda said. Ethan's eyes looked up at her. "I think so." "Good. Maybe we'll have enough time before your mother gets back." She pulled her skirt up. "I want you to take my panties off." Ethan stared at her, as if trying to decide whether she was serious or not. His hands finally released the arms of the chair and snaked up under her skirt. His fingers sent tingles through her skin like he had an electric current running through his veins. Linda licked her lips. He found the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to her knees. "All the way, Ethan. I need them all the way off," she said. He looked up at her again, hesitating. His hands were shaking and he looked pale, but he pushed the panties down past her calves to her ankles. She lifted them on the toe of her shoe. "Why don't you keep them? You can add them to your collection," she said. Ethan plucked them off her toe. "My Mom will be mad if she finds them. She'll know what we did," he said. "I'm sure she'll think you fucked another girl from school. Just don't let her find them." She cleared the front of her desk, moving the lamp, the name plaque, and the pen holder aside and sat on the edge, her feet dangling off the floor. She held out her hand. "Come here, Ethan. I want to show you something," she said. He kicked off his shoes and jeans and stood up. His erection bobbed and swung, hanging awkwardly from the front of his body. Linda's mouth watered and she felt a twinge deep in her groin. She spread her legs and pulled up the hem of her skirt. "Have you ever seen a woman's pussy?" she said. "Yes." His eyes locked on the area between her legs. "Have you seen a pussy up close?" He shook his head. "Touch me, Ethan. Put your finger inside me," Linda said. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. His penis looked even larger than before, stretching the condom like it might burst. She wasn't sure she could be patient long enough to show him how to satisfy her before she had to feel it inside her. She couldn't guess how long he would wait. His fingers started in the soft hairs on her mound and worked down to her moist lips. Linda bit her lower lip. "You're so soft," Ethan said in a low voice. His fingers moved lightly over her pussy lips. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Ethan made her feel like a young girl. She trembled all over, like when she did that same sort of thing with a boy for the first time. "Spread them apart, Ethan. That's where your penis goes in," Linda said. His rough fingers parted her pussy lips. In his wide eyes, she could read the desire. "Put your finger inside me, Ethan. Use two fingers." "Like this?" he said, and pushed two fingers between her pussy lips. Linda groaned and nodded her head. How odd that she wasn't much different from her own daughter. She was only a girl herself the first time she had sex with a boy, and all she could remember was how much it hurt. Maybe that was why Ethan made her feel like a girl. She could only imagine how much his thing was going to hurt. "Touch me here, Ethan." Linda took his hand and moved his fingers up to the button between her pussy lips. "That's my clit. That's where it really feels good." "Right here?" Ethan said, and pressed with his fingers. Linda squealed and nearly jumped off the desk. Her arms wouldn't support her any longer and she lay flat on her back. His fingers rubbed softly over her clitoris, like he'd been doing it for years. Linda stared up at his face, with that boyish look of wonder, and unbuttoned her blouse. For years she tried to protect Cindy from the same pain she felt her first time, from the dangers, but would she have any more success in keeping her out of trouble than Anne had with her own children? Linda closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. And dear God, here she was corrupting Anne's son herself. She glanced between Ethan's legs and sighed. It was worth it, though, if only for that one time. "Ethan, I want you to kiss me," Linda said. He nodded once, leaned over the desk and touched his lips to her mouth. He was soft and tender and pressed firmly with his tongue until her lips parted. Someone must have taught that boy how to kiss, and she had a feeling it was probably the same older girl whose underwear he was collecting. "Now kiss me down here," Linda said, and squeezed his hand with his fingers moving in and out of her pussy. He stared at her with blank eyes. "Kiss you there?" he said. "Yes. Use your tongue, just like your fingers." Ethan withdrew his fingers and gazed between her legs as if trying to decide what to do. The air was cool on her warm, wet pussy. He dropped to his knees. Linda held her head up to watch. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, crinkled his nose, closed his eyes and licked. Linda gasped. Ethan licked again. His tongue pushed between her lips, just a bit at first, then deeper. Linda's head dropped to the desk and she came. Her body shook and convulsed and her hips bucked, rubbing her mound on his face. She moaned and squealed over and over, hoping she hadn't spoiled it for him. Now he would think every girl was that easy to get off. Ethan stood up between her spread legs. Linda was panting and weak, but raised her head. He held his penis like a fireman held a water hose, ready to douse a raging fire. "Are you gonna fuck me now?" Linda said. "Yes. That's what I wanna do." "Are you gonna fuck me because you like me, or just because I'm here?" His eyes looked pained. "I like you, Mrs. Murphy, but I'm gonna fuck you because it hurts so much and I ... I need to." Linda hooked her legs around his waist, rocking her hips. She touched her palm to his cheek and he sucked her thumb into his mouth. "That's ok, Ethan. I want you to do it. But Ethan?" "Yeah?" She looked at his cock then up to his eyes. "You could hurt me with that, so be careful, ok?" Ethan grinned. "Whatever you say." He touched the head of his cock to her pussy. Linda moaned. Her back arched off the desk. Ethan pushed. His cock split her open. "Oh yes ... Oh yes ... Go easy, baby," she said in a low, soft voice. He leaned over her and his cock sunk into her body. Linda screamed in his ear. Ethan pulled his hips back and jammed himself forward. She screamed again. The pain was intense. She pushed at his shoulders, blinded by the searing jolts that shot through her body. "Ethan, stop it, stop it," she cried, and pounded on his chest with her fist, but he pumped with his hips and drove his cock deeper. He lay on top of her, pinning her to the desk, grunting in her ear. His hips rose and fell like he was trying to crush her and she clawed at his back and shoulders, trying to make him stop. She could hardly breathe. "Oh God ... Oh God, Ethan," she said with a deep moan. The sharp pain eased. For the first time, she felt his cock inside her. It stretched her open, like no man ever did, and rubbed in and out of her channel like a piston in a motor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her bare chest. "Fuck me, Ethan, fuck me, baby," she said, whispering in his ear. She squeezed her eyes shut, ground her teeth together and whimpered. She forgot how much she liked it that way. It had been so long since she had a man willing to just fuck her. Most of the older men she dated wanted to show her how tender and sensitive to her needs they could be, when what she needed was a thick cock pounding into her cunt fast and hard. It took a nineteen year old boy to teach her what she was missing from her life. Ethan groaned. "Mrs. Murphy ... Mrs. Murphy, this is it," he said between gasps for breath. "Do it, Baby. Do it for me," Linda said, her fingers stroking the back of his neck. He pumped a few more times and she felt his cock throbbing inside her. Ethan's eyes closed and he groaned again. His body jerked in fits and his hips slammed against her pelvis. Linda gasped. She was glad he had that condom. She would hate to have to explain to Anne how her son got her pregnant. Ethan's hips finally slowed. He was panting and sweating. Every few seconds, his penis spasmed, and he sucked in a breath. Linda's legs were locked around his waist, holding him inside her body like a trapped animal. She held his cheeks in both hands and kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue into his mouth.