Jason Comes to the Back Door

She decided she didn't like this site. The names seemed screwy, and she didn't really like all the naked pictures. Well, actually, they were kind of interesting, but she was quite self-conscious about looking at them in the public library.

The next site was a generic one for all sorts of information. Her daughter said that pretty much anything one wanted to know was on this site. This should be promising. She clicked it but right away she saw references to anal positions and analingus. Her heart raced and her face turned beet red. She instinctively squeezed her sphincter shut and looked around her. Gratefully, nobody had apparently seen what she was looking at, and she clicked the green arrow. She was not about to read about analingus!

The next site was another one for alternative sex positions. The name of the site sounded rather credible and it turned out to be pretty much what she was looking for because it showed in fact over 100 different positions. She realized that she probably should have brought a paper and pencil to take notes. She clicked the site, and right away there was again a naked couple, but this time it was only a cartoon. Cartoons aren't so bad.

There was no way she would be able to remember all of them. Many of them though had such cute names, like Turtle, The Plumber, Ballerina (Bridget as a child had dreamt of becoming a ballerina, and for a few years even took lessons), Ear Muffs (she rushed by that one though, as it really did look quite obscene), Jelly Fish, Peepshow, Pearly Gates (that seemed a little sacrilegious to her), Pie in the Sky (she loved to make pies, and Jason certainly liked them; he always took an extra slice), Rear Entry (he wasn't really putting it there, was he?), Spoons (that actually sounded kind of romantic, like lovers spooning for each other), Missionary (that was how Jim always did it; she couldn't figure out why though they would call it missionary, as it didn't seem particularly religious), Cradle (she smiled as she thought of her daughter in the cradle; it had been so long since she had a baby; she wondered if Jim might want another child), Rodeo (she did so much like riding horses when she was a little girl), Doggy (she got that connotation right away, and found the suggestion of bestiality really quite disgusting, but she could also feel herself getting warm between her thighs as she contemplated Jason mounting her from behind), and Prison Guard. Her eyes widened at that one. For unclear reasons, she really liked the sight of that one. Yes, yes, they would definitely have to try that one.

She clicked the picture to get more information, and then suddenly the persons started to move. It was a movie cartoon! The characters actually moved. They didn't move much, but the movement was helpful in gaining a better appreciation of how each position worked.

She scrolled up and down the list and kept clicking each picture, particularly Pie in the Sky. My goodness that one was so dirty! And, Doggy. There was also Doggy Standing and Doggy Twisted. There was no way she would do Doggy Twisted. It actually reminded her of when the male dog got caught and couldn't get it out. Wouldn't his thing break if you did that? It's got to hurt, and she certainly didn't want to hurt Jason's little penis. Well, she thought, her face getting a bit warm, it really wasn't so little, at least not when it got all hard and stiff. She giggled at the thought of Jason's big, hard stiff penis, and then nervously, self-consciously glanced around her, to see if anyone had noticed her outburst.

She got out her purse. She did have a pen. She didn't have a tablet, but she did have a bunch of new recipes that Mrs. Beckwith had given her. She could write her notes down on the back of them.

It took quite some time to get most of them down. But, she worked quickly, albeit carefully. She wanted to get the names right, and certainly get the correct positions of each person. It was too bad she wasn't good herself at illustrating. As she was scribbling away, deep in concentration and thought, her thighs warming at the sights, and her rather licentious thoughts, the librarian walked by and suggested, "You know, you can print it all out rather than having to write everything down."

Madeline's face turned a deep red. She felt like a girl getting caught at the library stealing looks at pornography, which was essentially the truth of the matter, except she was a full grown woman, which was then actually much worse. There is no excuse for a mature, responsible woman doing something like this. "No, no, that's fine," she quickly exclaimed and as quickly clicked the 'X' at the top right hand corner to clear the screen of the site and the sight of the cartoon guy sticking it in and out, in and out, of the woman's upraised bottom.

Madeline was mortified. "I'm all done. I got what I needed," not wanting to fully articulate what needs she did have. As fast as she could she slipped her pen and recipes back into her purse and headed for the exit. She would not be back to this library again for quite some time, or at least she would come at a different time, when that same librarian wouldn't be there. She certainly could not look her in the face again. As she was exiting the library Madeline glanced left and right to see if perhaps anyone else had seen her looking at the pornography. She had become so absorbed in those cartoons that she simply had lost track of the fact that she was in a public place.

Nevertheless, she did feel that she had learned quite a bit, and could not wait to help Jason.

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She met Jason at the back door. Jason would periodically arrive at the house when Mr. Johnson was at work and Bridget was in class. Mrs. Johnson typically used some pretext, often a rather lame excuse, to have Jason come over, such as helping her move some furniture, checking to see if there was a mouse in the basement, reaching for something high up in the cupboard. She could not yet get herself to actually call him up to have him cover over for sex, even if it was for the benefit of her daughter.

She also felt that some discretion was necessary. She didn't want any of her neighbors to begin wondering why the young man, Bridget's boyfriend, visited so often. Mrs. Holliday, her next door neighbor, was in particular quite a snoop. Plus, her husband or Bridget might come home unexpectedly. It wouldn't be difficult to explain one or two visits, but the more often it occurred the more difficult it would become. In addition, if Jason was in an indelicate state at the time of someone's arrival, he could perhaps successfully hide until the coast was clear. So, she had him park his car a distance away, at the end of a court that her husband and daughter would never drive down, and come to her back door.

"Jason, it's wonderful to see you," she greeted cheerfully and innocently as she opened the back door for the young man. "Thank you so much for coming over."

"It's really not a problem, Mrs. Johnson. I'm always glad to help," and to have sex with Bridget's mother, but he didn't mention that. The reasons she would give for the visit might in fact be lame, but if Mrs. Johnson needed some sort of pretext for him coming over, he could go along with that. It did seem like a rather small price to pay.

Jason at first felt a bit uncertain, a bit guilty, about having sex with Bridget's mother. But, Mrs. Johnson had reassured him that it really was in the best interest of her daughter, and their relationship. After all, if he was having sex with Bridget's mother, then he wouldn't be tempted to have sex with Bridget, and he knew how much Mr. and Mrs. Johnson disapproved of that. Besides, it was really very difficult to refuse her. She was, after all, Bridget's mother. You don't deny requests of the mother of your girlfriend. His own mother had made that very clear.

Mrs. Johnson was also so awfully darned attractive. Beyond simply her rather prominent breasts, her long shapely legs, and her pretty green eyes, he also admired her sweet red lips that always seemed to be gaily smiling. Plus, he did have to admit that he also enjoyed the sight of her swaying bottom as she would return to the kitchen to get more of the stuff for dinner. Sometimes though she would glance over her shoulder and catch him looking at her butt, turning his face red in embarrassment. He often imagined what it would be like to be her son. It would be so cool to have a mother like this.

And, she did look really nice today. She was wearing a gayly patterned thin cotton spring dress that clung to her breasts. It was almost like the fabric was painted on, so tightly wrapped around her boobs rather than just hanging from them. And, on top of that, it even looked like she wasn't wearing a brassiere! He could easily see her nipples poking through the thin, soft fabric. His cock swelled in his pants, and every bit of his ambivalence over what they were doing was swept away. Bouncy, wiggly boobs in tight spring cotton dresses were really very helpful in resolving conflicted feelings. "You look very nice today, Mrs. Johnson." His mother had told him to do that too: always compliment the mother on her appearance, and this time it wasn't even a lie.

"Well, thank you, Jason, that's so sweet of you. Come in now, come in, don't be shy." She quickly ushered him in before Mrs. Holliday might notice him at the back door.

The back door opened into the kitchen. "Would you like a cool drink, Jason?" It was rather hot today, and he might want to cool off after the long walk from his car. "I do have some fresh lemonade."

"No, no, Mrs. Johnson, I'm fine."

Mrs. Johnson was disappointed. She had made the lemonade especially for Jason. "Well, maybe a cookie then? They're fresh chocolate chip." She knew Jason especially liked chocolate chip.

"Oh, well, um, yea, I guess, if that's alright."

"Well of course, sweetie, of course." She so much enjoyed it when the kids liked her cookies (they liked her pie even better). She took the serving plate from the counter and held it out for him, just below those big wiggly boobs. "You just dig in there."

He took one, cookie.

"Now, Jason, don't be silly. Have a few of them. You need your energy, you know." Her face reddened a bit. She hadn't really meant to imply anything, and then blushed further when she realized that she was probably the only one in the room to make anything out of what she had said.

"Well, maybe one more." You definitely never wanted to refuse a mother's offering of her cookies, and if she encouraged you to take another, you certainly should, but you also don't want to appear gluttonous. He took just one more cookie.

Mrs. Johnson put the plate back down on the counter, took Jason by his free hand, and led him from the kitchen.

"I think today we should have some lessons. What do you think, Jason?"

Lessons? He came over here for lessons!? Lessons in what? He was having difficulty in algebra, but he didn't think Mrs. Johnson had any particular expertise there and, besides, how would she know about that? He didn't recall telling her anything about that. Maybe Bridget had said something?

As she gaily led him along she turned to him to say, "If I'm going to help you control your urges and everything, well, you might as well learn a few things in the process, don't you think?"

Oh, so it wasn't going to be algebra. He was relieved to hear that. But, lessons about sex? Surely she wasn't going to give him a lecture about the birds and the bees, was she? Or perhaps something about the importance of birth control and proper protection. That would be a bit ironic, given that she never wanted him to use any protection.

"You may think you know a great deal already, young man, but you can still learn a lot from the older generation."

He smiled back. "Yes, Mrs. Johnson, I'm sure I can." He trailed a bit behind her as they climbed the stairs, his eyes admiring the swaying of her behind, her hips, in the soft spring dress as she made her way up the stairs. "Definitely," he reaffirmed, munching on his second cookie, contemplating that taut, rounded womanly bum.

She turned back to him, over her right shoulder. "You really like chocolate chip, don't you Jason."

"Yes ma'am, I certainly do."

She smiled cheerfully. "I'm so glad. Do you like everything chocolate?"

"I guess," he replied. "Just about, I s'pose."

She led him down the hallway and into her bedroom, where she finally let go of his hand to stand over by the bed. She turned around and stood before him, looking seductively into his eyes and, without saying anything, slowly pulled the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, one at a time, letting them rest against her arms for a bit. The dress still covered her body, perhaps hanging on solely by the prominence of her breasts, caught in part by her protruding nipples.

Mrs. Johnson gave him a little smile as she wiggled her breasts, causing the dress to slip off of her breasts and fall to the floor, revealing to his eyes the wondrous boobs of Mrs. Johnson. They were not nearly so firm, nor were they so perfectly shaped, as Bridget's, but that was in part their appeal. These were the breasts of a woman, the mother of Bridget. These were true motherly boobs.

It's not that they hung way down or sagged to the floor. On the contrary, they did stand up well, but their shape was more oblong than round, and they appeared to jiggle and wiggle with just about any little movement. Jason could bury his face in these bountiful flesh pillows. He would be absorbed, truly engulfed by their squishy fullness. He wanted to grab them so badly. His dick strained in his pants, wanting so much to slide up in between those fleshy love bags. That was something he had never done with Bridget. He would like to try that, fucking her tits, but he really didn't think Bridget would do things like that.

Mrs. Johnson smiled at the boy's obvious wonderment and delight at the sight of her naked breasts. It was so nice to be admired, desired, and wanted, in that way, especially now at her age, and even by a young man no less. Yes, she was indeed a very lucky woman to have Jason dating her daughter.

"Jason, would you like to take off Mrs. Johnson's panties?" She liked to remind him of who she was, of the special naughtiness of their relationship. It added a little extra spice to what would already be a very erotic encounter.

"Yes, ma'am." As his mother said, never refuse a request from the mother of your girlfriend. He strode right up to her, got down on his knees before her, and placed his hands into the waistband of her panties.

He paused for a moment to admire Mrs. Johnson's panties. It was actually a shame to take them off. They were string thong bikini panties, very delectably sexy, as they covered only the rising triangular bulge of her womanly mound, and the lace was so feminine, so enticing.

These were in fact new panties that Mrs. Johnson had purchased for one of her sessions with Jason. Her husband would never approve of such a purchase. That was money that could go into fixing the gutters. And, he really wanted to buy a leaf filter. He was so tired of having to clean the gutters out each spring.

Mrs. Johnson though appreciated how much Jason seemed to enjoy her panties, and so was really quite pleased with her purchase. Jim did keep a close eye on the family budget, and so Madeline told him that Bridget needed special undies for her gym class. She knew that he wouldn't ask Bridget about that as he avoided any such intimate discussions with his daughter, other than to be clear that there was never to be any "hanky panky" with Jason.

Jason did not pause for too long. Most boys do ultimately prefer to see what was being hidden beneath the panties, even if the lingerie was itself very appealing. He pulled them down her thighs and all the way to her ankles.

Mrs. Johnson balanced herself with a hand on Jason's shoulder as she stepped out of them. "Help me with my shoes too, if you would please, sweetie."

He looked up at her and grinned. The view of Mrs. Johnson from down there, crouched down before her, was really quite stupendous: looking up at her face past her cunt, past her breasts jutting out from her chest like grand white slopes of a snowy mountain. They looked even bigger, more prominent and imposing, from his subservient perspective. It was almost like he could grab hold of them and climb up. He did like rock climbing.

Mrs. Johnson smiled back down at him. She even wiggled her boobs again, just to be pleasant.

Jason smiled in appreciation as those snowy cliffs wobbled and wiggled above him, and then helped her step out of her flats, and removed her socks.

When she was totally naked, she began her lessons. "Alright then, Jason, I think it would be useful today to cover various positions in which you could make love with Bridget."

Yes, this was much better than algebra, or lectures on birth control. "Yea, sure, Mrs. Johnson, that would be good." It would be a lot more than just good, but he didn't want to appear overly eager. That might be disrespectful.

Mrs. Johnson had given this lesson quite a bit of thought. But, she still hadn't made up her mind. There were so many different positions. There was certainly no way they could get through all of them in one lesson. And, she just couldn't decide which to do first or in what order. It wasn't like she had any teaching experience in lesson plans. She then realized that Jason wasn't actually ready for his lesson. He didn't have any notepad or pencil. Well, she couldn't blame him for that. He didn't know that he would be going to school. Well, he did at least have to take off his clothes.

"Now, Jason, if you're going to learn any of these, you'll have to remove your clothes, you know." She smiled at him. Such a silly boy to be standing there, all fully dressed while she was butt naked.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, and began to remove his clothing. It still felt a little awkward for him to be taking his clothes off in front of Mrs. Johnson. She was not only about as old as his own mother (although a heck of lot prettier and sexier, albeit he did feel bad thinking that; of course, he might feel even worse if he thought of his own mother as sexier). In addition, she was the mother of his girlfriend, Bridget. There was still something about this that troubled him. It just didn't seem quite right. He couldn't help but think that Bridget might be upset if she ever found out that he was having sex with her mother. Still, husbands and wives don't tell everything to their spouses that happened prior to marriage, and wasn't he doing this for her?

If he didn't do this, Mrs. Johnson would get awfully suspicious about their relationship, about what was going on between them. Mrs. Johnson was now fully supportive of his spending time with Bridget, even being alone with her, blocking the efforts of her father, Mr. Johnson, from allowing any of that to occur (see "Jason and the Johnsons"). Heck, they might have even broken up by now if it wasn't for having sex with her mother. You never really knew how things would turn out. So, this was really the best way to ensure the success of their relationship.

Mrs. Johnson paused in her study of her notes to study the boy undressing. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of the healthy young man stripping off his clothes. He even carefully folded and laid each garment on a dressing chair. She imagined that he must just toss them aside in his own bedroom. She could see that he was a courteous, well raised young man. He knew how to respect a woman's boudier.

When he was down to his underwear, Jason hesitated.

Mrs. Johnson didn't mind. She actually found the sight of him in his jockey briefs rather endearing. It made him look all the cuter, younger, like she had mistakenly walked in on him while he was undressing, and he obviously had been thinking about something very naughty, as he had a terribly hard boner poking out his briefs.