Bringing Jodie up mostly on my own while she went through puberty was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it was truly wonderful to watch her going from a gangly, socially slightly awkward if very happy youngster, into a confident, beautiful young teen. A curse because I had to deal with the inevitable tantrums and crises all on my own.

It did mean that she and I became very close, and she’d told me about many of the adorable crushes she’d had on boys at school over the years, but Wes is the first one that she’s ever brought home for me to meet, and I’m actually a little nervous, as well as excited, to see what he’s like.

When he arrives, we all go through to the kitchen and chat for half an hour or so over snacks and juice, and he seems to be a very nice boy. Then Jodie asks if they can go up to her room.

“OK,” I reply - I trust her and, as I say, Wes seems nice. “But keep the door open,” I add - they are both fifteen after all, and I remember only too well the effects that the hormones surging through a young body can have on even the most sensible kids at that age.

Over the next hour or so, I ‘happen’ to walk past her room a few times as I do my chores. It’s all I can do not to burst out laughing at the suddenly demure hands in laps, the red faces, the rapid rise and fall of chests, and the nervous smiles.

The last time, all that is accompanied by a frantic rearrangement of clothes. I knock on the door frame and am confronted by two very guilty expressions.

“Can I come in?” I ask, again trying not to grin at their discomfort.

“Sure,” says Jodie through gritted teeth. As I go in, I think I detect the faint but unmistakeable smell of an excited girl, and Wes is trying very hard not to let me see that he is well ... very hard. It occurs to me that it’s twenty years since I was in Jodie’s position and I’m astonished, both by how long it’s been, and by how little I seem to have changed since then: in many ways, I still feel like that little girl.

“I’d better be going, Mrs. Baker,” young Wes says, jolting me out of my reminiscences. As he stands up, my eyes flick down to his groin and back up to a suddenly even brighter red face. Oh, good Lord, is the young man hard or what?!

I sit on her bed and wait while Jodie shows him out. When she comes back, she sits next to me and I put my arm around her shoulders. I can feel the pent-up excitement in her, making her tremble like a coiled spring. I look at her, at the pouted lips and the beginnings of tears in the corners of her eyes, and I understand her frustration.

“I think we’d better visit the Planned Parenthood clinic tomorrow, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Suddenly she is all hopeful smiles. “Do you mean...?” she asks, her voice suddenly high with excitement.

“Just because you’ll be on the pill, doesn’t mean you have to do anything--” I have to pause as she throws her arms around my neck and hugs me so hard my ribs creak.

“Thank you, Mom. You’re the best ever.”

“--doesn’t mean you have to do anything, until you’re sure that you’re ready,” I continue, but I strongly suspect that she’s no longer listening.

I never do see Wes again, maybe he couldn’t get over the blue balls he left with the first time. Who knows?

I do lay out some ground rules though: nothing but homework on a school night, I insist on meeting all of her boyfriends (or girlfriends), no overnight stays, and she can only take a friend to her room when I’m in the house.

She has two boys round over the next six months, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’d been premature in putting her on the pill, because, as far as I can tell, nothing much happens.

Then she brings Jamie around, and I can tell from the way that Jodie behaves that this one is special. I try very hard to ignore the giggles and other noises coming from her room on the single occasion I allow myself to pass. The sound of the shower running about an hour later is the next major clue.

I think Jamie must be too embarrassed to face me, because a little later I hear some whispering in the hall and then the front door closing. When Jodie comes into the lounge I can see that she was almost bursting with excitement.

“Oh, Mommy,” she says, fanning her face with her hand, and grinning like a fool. I put my arms out to her and she throws herself at me, burying her face in my neck. “It was so beautiful, Mom,” she whispers.

“I’m so pleased for you, darling,” I say holding her tight, happy beyond words that my baby daughter has become a woman ... and that she’d clearly loved it.

For the first time in ... I don’t know how many years, I remember back to my first time. We’d been making out for quite a while, and every now and again I’d let him go a little further. I say ‘let him’, but I’d been every bit as keen as he was, with only fear holding me back. One time, the feelings I’d had as he fingered my virgin little hole and I pulled on his astonishingly hard erection were too much for me. My pussy was desperate to be filled and I couldn’t resist it any longer. “Just for a minute,” I’d said as I pulled down my panties and welcomed him between my legs. God, it was so, so sweet: his hot, hard, trembling penis filling my virgin vagina so wonderfully.

I’d actually had to push poor Stephen away with both hands on his chest, and only just in time because he immediately came all over me. I can still remember the intense conflict that I’d felt at that moment: I’d so, so wanted him to carry on and let him fill my only-seconds-ago-virgin pussy with his cum.

The intense memories stir feelings of raw hunger and lust that rock me to my core.

“Thank you so, so much,” Jodie says, kissing me and bringing me back to the present.

I gently ease her away and look into eyes that are sparkling with wonder and joy. I don’t know how much of what I’m feeling makes it through to my face, but Jodie gives me a very odd look. “Thank you for ... being you,” she says fondly, and then kisses me softly again before scampering off.

I sit there, still feeling tingles in my clit, and I realize with a sense of almost horror how long it’s been since I’ve ... taken care of my sexual needs. Since John left us, nearly three years ago now, I’d been badly neglecting myself.

Jamie visits us three more times before Jodie comes up to me with the question I’ve been expecting, “Can Jamie stay overnight on Friday, please, Mom?” She looks so cute and hopeful, but I can see her bracing herself for an argument.

“Of course, sweetie,” I reply, having already come to terms with it.

She looks surprised and delighted. “Thank you, Mom,” she says fondly, throwing her arms around me and hugging me.

I go to bed quite late that night, but there are still the sounds of enthusiastic love-making coming through the wall as I get into bed.

As is only natural with just the two of us in the house, we’d become quite casual and uninhibited about walking around in our underwear, or even less, in the mornings and at bedtime. Since she’d entered puberty, I couldn’t help but notice what a beautiful young woman she was becoming. I’d told myself that it was just a motherly interest as I looked at her budding little breasts, her incredibly pert bottom, and her plump mound. I’d been in complete denial about the swelling and tingling in my clit that those supposedly innocent glances had given me. Harder to deny had been the clenching of my vagina when I’d first seen the ‘Depilatory Cream for the Bikini Area’ in the bathroom cabinet about six months ago.

But now, hearing her soft moans coming through the wall, images of Jamie’s face between her slender legs pop into my mind, and it’s almost like a tap has been turned on in my vagina. I have to still my hand as it creeps down my belly, heading south towards my suddenly tingling clit.

Then the cries are joined by a rhythmical soft thumping, and the visions in my head are of his young, hard cock driving between the delicate lips of her bald pussy as he lies on top of her, crushing her oh, so firm breasts. Or taking her from behind, my increasingly fevered imagination supplies, his muscular thighs and torso slapping into her perfect, heart-shaped bottom.

My heart is pounding and my nipples are just as hard as my clit as I jump out of bed and drag on the first robe that comes to hand. As I pass her room, I actually stumble as her cries of utter joy, leaking through the closed door, make my legs go weak.

I sit on the couch in the lounge for a long, long time, resisting the urge to masturbate, as I try to make sense of my feelings. Jamie is a very attractive and well-built young man, and it’s quite understandable that I got turned on, I tell myself. But as exciting as thinking of him naked is, it’s only when I think of the two of them together that my body reacts so, so strongly. I know that I really must get a grip on myself, and I resolve to masturbate more to try to keep my libido in check. But not now. Not while they’re ... Oh, God, the visions start coming back.

I’m still sitting there when I hear footsteps on the stairs. I look up, expecting Jodie, but it’s Jamie, dressed in just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I try hard not to look too closely at his young body, but I have to tell you, he is quite lovely.

“Is it OK if I get a juice, Mrs. Baker?” he asks.

“Please help yourself, Jamie, and do call me Alice,” I reply.

“Would you like one ... Alice?”

“Yes, an orange would be lovely, thank you.”

As he goes off to the kitchen, I suddenly feel underdressed. All I have on is a shortish, pink silk robe, and I pull it tighter to cover my breasts and my legs as best I can.

When he comes back, he hands me the juice and, as I lean forward to take it, my robe comes open a little. I glance up and see that Jamie is staring at my cleavage with a wicked little grin on his face, then he looks up at me, and his eyes are wide and smiling.

That look, his near-nakedness, and my still lingering arousal, are all having an effect on me and my nipples are hard and my clit is swelling again.

“Thank you, Jamie,” I say. I know that I should make myself more decent, but I love the way he’s looking at me. And then I look down and see the erection tenting his shorts.

“No problem,” he says, and I drag my eyes up to see his easy smile.

He goes and sits on the chair opposite me.

“It’s easy to see where Jodie gets her looks,” he says, grinning at me.

“That’s very kind of you, Jamie,” I say, inwardly very pleased.

“And her body,” he adds, gazing unashamedly at my tits and my legs.

It is so, so nice to be admired by a young boy, and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks. “You mustn’t,” I say bashfully. “Oh, God, no! You mustn’t!” I add in a panic as he peels off his T-shirt and starts rubbing his cock through his shorts!

“But you’re so beautiful, Alice, and you make me all hard. Look.”

“No!” I squeal as he pushes his shorts down his thighs. “No,” I repeat, but weakly this time, as his fully erect penis comes into my view. Oh, it’s so lovely: the tip is all tight and shiny and red, and the shaft, with an upward curve, is stunningly hard. I’m so turned on, I’m not thinking straight. “You mustn’t do that,” I whisper as he wraps his fingers around it, just below the tip, and begins to stroke himself.

“Should I put it away?” he asks. I try to look at his face, but my eyes won’t obey me. “Alice? Do you want me to put it away?”

The way his thumb and his forefinger keep stroking gently over his glans is hypnotic. His question seems to come from far away and takes an eternity to reach my poor befuddled brain. “No?” I half-ask, no longer sure what the question had been.

“Would you like to show me your breasts, Mrs. Baker?”

“Alice,” I said, happier to be on firmer ground. Wait! What? What was it he’d said about breasts? Oh dear lord, I do want to show them to him. It’s as if my breasts and my achingly hard nipples want desperately to be seen.

“You want to, don’t you?” he urges, barely a whisper. All I can do is nod, and he’s smiling encouragingly at me.

As I part the sides of my robe and cup my breasts with my hands, tweaking my aching nipples between my fingertips, we both groan softly.

We sit there for long minutes, watching each other as we touch ourselves.

“Is your pussy all wet, Alice?” Jamie asks out of the blue. Again, all I can do is to nod.

“May I see it?”

What a polite young man, I think. Madly, I wonder when I last trimmed down there. Oh, last week - that’s OK. I know that I really mustn’t do this, but his hand, pulling on his cock, has me mesmerized. He’s already masturbating - how much worse would I be making things just by showing him my pussy? My very wet pussy. Before my addled brain can voice an objection, my hands have parted the robe and he’s staring avidly between my legs. His hand is moving faster and I can see a drip of precum in his slit. He’s going to cum! I want him to cum. I want to cum!

“You are so beautiful, Alice,” he says softly, and my vagina gives a happy little clench. “Touch yourself for me.”

I want to. I need to! I do! The relief is intense as I stroke my slick pussy lips from the bottom upward, smearing my cream up onto my clit hood, and then I rub it in tiny circles.

“Play with your balls for me please, Jamie,” I plead, already ridiculously close. He does, and the sight of this young, almost hairless boy, caressing his cock and balls, is almost enough to push me over the edge. I thrust two fingers into my now ravenous vagina while my other hand takes over on my clit. I’m masturbating in front of a teen boy! And I love it!

Our rhythms get in synch, gradually faster and faster, until we’re both panting hard. “Oh, fuck,” I gasp, teetering on the edge. “I’m gonna cum!” I’m not aware of doing it, but my legs part and Jamie’s eyes go wide at my wanton display. Then his hips lurch and he’s spraying cum all over his belly and chest. I stare at it, licking my lips, and then my climax crashes over me like a tidal wave.

The intensity of the long-denied pleasure overwhelms me, and I’m there, with my back arched right up and my legs asunder shaking violently as I frig myself to greater and greater heights, knowing that I’m giving Jamie the most salacious and lewd display imaginable; part of me is horrified ... but a greater part absolutely adores it!

It seems to go on forever, and every time I think it’s fading, I open my eyes and see him looking at me, apparently awestruck, with his eyes and mouth both wide open, stroking his somehow still hard dick, and it sets me off again.

Finally, my body’s had enough, and I give him an embarrassed little smile as I slip my fingers out of my sodden pussy and close my legs. “That was beautiful,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. “You are beautiful.”

Jesus! He’s looking at me so adoringly ... and those words...

“We must never do that again,” I say with a firmness that surprises me.

He just smiles as he wipes up the cum with his shirt and then pulls his shorts back on. Then he comes over and kisses me softly on the lips. The kiss goes straight to my clit, and, as he pulls away, I see his cock twitch in his shorts, and my whole body quakes: I want him!

I sit there in a fog of lust as I watch his firm little buttocks jiggle in his shorts as he walks away.

When he’s gone, I try to make sense of what just happened. I didn’t touch him, I rationalize. Or fuck him. But I wanted to. It was just my libido, going crazy after being suppressed for so long. In the satiated calm of post-orgiastic bliss, I resolve that I must never let anything like that happen again.

The next time that Jamie comes to stay, I lie in bed, trying not to listen to their lovemaking. Trying not to remember his penis. Trying not to touch myself.

In the end, I give in and go down to the lounge. I have no plan, but I pull on the same robe as before over my naked body.