Helen Doesnt blow…she sucks!

“Look honey, doesn’t he have bedroom eyes?” Helen and her husband were discussing the color of my eyes! I couldn’t believe she described them as “bedroom eyes”, that seemed a little odd, especially to a 15 year old horny guy who had only been jacked off once by the whore at Whittier High School, in California.

I had to forgive Helen though. It was her “weekend” off and she had powered down more than a few beers and she was definitely high. “I’d like to hug you to death”, she added looking at me fondly. Her husband, Rodger just laughed. “You gotta watch out for her when she’s horny”, he blurted. He too had had his fill of beer when he made that totally RUDE remark about her. I knew that in a couple of hours, by 3pm they’d both be passed out and Steve and I could raid the refrigerator and drink as much beer as we wanted without them ever knowing. They’d simply wake up around 6 and wonder how they drank so much beer that morning…LOL!

Helen was a nurse, married to Rodger for more years than she could remember (probably not more than about 18) and was bored, little used by her husband for sexual services….and looking! She was looking at ME! I could see the look of hunger in her eyes. She was fantasizing about crazy sex and it seemed I was the object of her lust.

I found out later that Helen had started fantasizing about me more than a year earlier. She actually did make her interest known to me…overtly but I always took it as the ramblings of an old drunk. Once when she was drunk, about 9 months earlier, she dropped to her knees in front of me, wrapped her tiny arms around my ass and began to nuzzle her face between my legs. I started to get hard from the attention and I pushed her away…very embarrassed! I definitely didn’t want her to feel my hardon.

Since then, she had done similar things off and on. I tried to avoid her advances but I had to come over to get her son, Steve so we could go out hell raising around Whittier and wait for his parents to pass out so he and I could partake of enough beer to get drunk ourselves. It was a great way to spend Spring vacation…out of school, fuckin around doing nothing…scarfing his parents beer.

That’s the way my life was for another 6 months until Steve graduated leaving for a 4 year stint in the Marine Corps., down in Camp Pendleton, about 2 hours south on I-5. After he had been gone for a while, he wrote letters to his mom who promptly called me up so I would come over and read them. She missed her son intensely and I reminded her of the good times when I would come over and the three of us would have a beer or two (Helen would give me limited beer) and we would laugh our asses off about stupid stuff. Lately, she had been making passes at me when Steve was out of the room and they were getting more serious.

I found out that Helen had been setting the stage for what her fantasies were telling her to do. For sure she wanted to have sex, but I wasn’t really interested in a 42 year old married woman. My girl friend at the time, Julie, was 16, gorgeous, perfect and so sexual it was ridiculous but she wouldn’t have sex with me. She was saving it! She loved using her female charms to get me hard but she wouldn’t go any further. I was tired of the game and was actually looking for another girlfriend.

That afternoon, several months after Steve left, Helen invited me over to read Steve’s latest letter. I knew she was already high and there would probably be sexual innuendos at the least and overt assault at the worst.

I sat in the “big chair” relaxing with the letter in front of me. Helen got on her knees in front of me and touched my legs. I moved the letter aside and saw her face. I could see the sad begging look of unrequited lust. She wanted to get between my legs to do something. I didn’t know what she wanted to do but I knew it had something to do with touching my 15 year old body….somewhere…in some manner.

She licked her drunk lips and mumbled, “I’ll kiss that thing for you if you want”. “HUH?”, I replied smartly.