One day, she needed help to change a light bulb. I was only required to hold the steps while she climbed up and did all the dangerous things! I remember looking up, anxiously, to see she was alright, and being treated to a wonderful view right up her skirt, seeing dim vistas of stocking tops, suspenders and even a hint of knickers. Since this coincided with the time I had my first erections and my first wet dreams, it provided fuel for my fantasies for a long time. My eyes must have been like saucers, however, for she certainly noticed what was going on, and she made some remark about 'viewing next week's washing' as she got down from the steps.

Now, on my visits, I often enjoyed some little intimacy like this. Once, when I arrived, she was sorting through her dirt clothes, preparing batches for washing. She held up a lovely lacy red bra and asked if I liked it. I said it was pretty, but I didn't know what it was for,. She went up stairs, re-appearing after a few minutes with a clean blouse in her hand. Back in the kitchen she removed the blouse she was wearing, showing me her bra. Then, on went the clean blouse, the 'dirty' one went onto a pile for washing, and we went on to something else. These intimacies were matter of fact - innocent, almost - and brief. But whatever I asked, was agreed to. Any questions were always answered. Only - I didn't dare ask the one question which began to grow and festered in my mind.

One day I went round as usual. The door was unlocked, and I walked in, but Mrs Edwards was no-where to be seen. I walked through the house, and upstairs, and heard her call to me. For the first time, I went into her bedroom. She was in bed, sitting up, back propped up by pillows. She smiled at me.

"Sorry, love. I've had a terrible headache. I'm feeling a bit better now, but still a bit shaky. Do you think you could make me a cup of tea?"

I went down to the kitchen and made some tea. Carefully I found a tray and set it out with the tea-pot, milk jug, sugar bowl, and cups and saucers. I added a few chocolate biscuits from the tin which she always kept on the kitchen table, and then returned to her.

"How nice!" she exclaimed, seeing my efforts. Put it on the bedside table and sit here, next to me." She patted the bed beside her. I slipped off my shoes, and sat propped against the pillows like her, except she was under the bedclothes, and I was on top of them. She put an arm round me, and cuddled me. I nestled down, and somehow found my head cradled on her breasts. They were nice breasts for cuddling up to - big, soft and warm. She didn't seem to mind, for her and rested on my cheek, pressing me even closer. She was wearing a night-dress which left the upper part of her chest and the tops of her breasts exposed, and I found by turning my head slightly, I could sort of nuzzle the tops of her breasts with my lips. I felt her give a big sigh, and then pull her night-dress top down slightly, loosening her breast and exposing it. I lost no time in finding her nipple and sucking on it. It was like coming home after a long time away - bringing back memories, I suppose, of when I was nursed by my own mother.

I soon tired of just sucking her breasts, though, and worked to push down the sheets covering the rest of her. Still she made no objection, rather turning the sheets back out of the way. I unravelled myself from her arms and pulled at her night-dress, completely exposing her breasts to my gaze. Then I tried to pull it down over her hips, and when she raised herself to help me, I knew she had no objection to what I was trying to do. I looked at her fully exposed, rounded body, with a little bush of greying hair at the top of her legs. I put my hand on it.

"God in heaven, what am I doing?" she said quietly, without moving. I slipped my hand further between her legs, finding velvety smooth skin, wet and warm to the touch. Without looking at me, she undressed me while I kept rubbing that wonderful place between her legs. When I was naked, she pulled me over on top of her. Then she slipped a hand down between our bodies and took my Willie in her hand. To my amazement, it grew and grew, and then she guided it between her legs. Then her other hand was placed on my bum, and she pushed down. My Willie slipped into a sort of warm, wet, slippery tunnel, and suddenly I knew - this was fucking. I began to pump my hips, making my Willie go in and out, and she groaned a little, but encouraged me with her hands.....(cont)