Small World 1

Sunday

On the corner of World Avenue and Small Street, and taking up an entire block were the Small World Condominiums.

Karen and her son, George, moved into the condo very soon after his mother's and father's divorce and property settlement was finalized, and his mother received all she was due. George was sad his parents had split up, but he had seen the strain staying together had put on their marriage. They had simply drifted apart. He had nothing against either parent, but even though he was twenty-two, it was assumed he would live with his mother, and though he'd had a choice, he chose to remain with her because he didn't want her to be alone. He knew his dad would do all right by himself.

Besides, he liked the small condominium complex they had chosen for a new home. It had only five floors, twenty units. George and Karen's unit was on the third floor. The movers had delivered all the big furniture the day before, and today they were moving in with the remainder of their clothes and other personal items.

In the elevator, they met a neighbor, who introduced herself as Carol Lambert. She was an extremely attractive older woman. Karen was in her early forties, so George judged their neighbor to be maybe fifty-something. Once establishing that they were new residents, Carol seemed to be eying George up. It was a bit unnerving for him, but also somewhat satisfying.

"You look like a pretty strong young man," Carol noted.

Not knowing where she was going with that, George merely smiled and shrugged.

"I'd be happy to pay you to help me move some furniture around," Carol offered. "There are a few other single women in the building and some older couples who would also pay you to help out. Not too often we have someone who can do those things."

George considered the offer for a second, glancing at his mother with raised eyebrows. She returned a similar expression. A twenty-two-year-old college student could always use extra money. "Sure. I guess I can help."

"Great. I'm in 404. Come by any time. I'm usually always there."

"Okay. Will do."

In the privacy of their condo, Karen said, "Well, that was fortuitous."

"Hopefully."

Mother and son spent the remainder of the day getting settled in their new abode. It was a fairly new building, and so, it was modern and had all the latest amenities. While arranging furniture and unpacking clothes, George couldn't help but thinking about their neighbor, Carol. He wasn't normally drawn to older women, but he recalled that she was actually quite attractive and still had an alluring feminine figure.

They'd chosen this time to move because it was in between George's college semesters. But unfortunately, Karen had to return to work the next day.

Monday

Hearing his mother depart awakened George causing him to ponder what he would do with the day. They'd accomplished what they needed to the day before, so there was really nothing he had to do. Roaming around their new home again brought Carol to mind. He dressed quickly and headed up the staircase instead of the elevator to the fourth floor.

Stepping out of the stairwell, George halted, glancing up and down the hallway. His heartbeat was a little quicker causing him to question his motive. And then, the door to Carol's unit opened and she stepped out to scoop up her newspaper, which sat on the floor in front of her door.

Looking down the hall, Carol saw George exiting the stairwell. A big smile appeared on her face. "Are you coming to see me?"

Committed now, George headed toward her, but waited until he was only a few feet away to respond rather than shouting down the hallway. "Yes." When he was upon her, he saw that she was wearing very tight legging-like pants with a matching low-cut crop top shirt. She was a bit on the plus side, but nowhere near chubby or fat, and as he had noted yesterday, she had quite the feminine figure.

He followed her in and into the kitchen.

"Would you like some coffee? I was just about to have a second cup."

Realizing he hadn't taken time for breakfast, coffee sounded good. "Sure." He took a seat on a stool at her kitchen island and watched her pour their coffee. He couldn't get over how good she looked in those tight clothes, which almost left nothing to the imagination. She turned and placed a cup in front of him and he saw her large breasts bubbling out of her top. As she moved around getting him a spoon, sweetener, milk, and a napkin, staring at her butt, he thought the material of her clothing was somewhat see-through.

When she faced him again, George couldn't help but continue to stare at her.

"Something wrong?" Carol asked. "Did I spill something on myself?" She looked down at herself.

Not expecting to be caught, George mumbled, "Uh, uh, uh—"

"It's okay. You can tell me."

"Uh, well, your clothes, uh, did I catch you at a bad time? You know, before you were ready for company?"

"No, why?"

"Uh, your, uh, your clothes look, uh, see-through."

She again glanced down at herself and shrugged. "Does that bother you?"

"Uh, well, I've never, uh, seen a woman, uh—"

"You've never seen a woman, what, George? Dressed like this?"

"Well, a woman, uh . . ."

"My age?"

"Well, yeah."

"And that bothers you?"

"Well, it's, uh . . ."

"I'm in the privacy of my own home, and I like to be comfortable," she explained with some indignance.

"I'm sorry. Do you want me to leave?"

Carol chuckled. "No, I don't want you to leave. But you can stop being a prude."

"Okay. Well, if it doesn't bother you, I guess it shouldn't bother me."

Carol bent over, giving George a clear view of her breasts down her top. "George, you're a handsome young man and I could really use your help from time to time, and you will learn some things from me. But we'll need to come to some understanding. This is who I am. I'm not ashamed of myself or my body, and this is how I will dress when I'm at home, and likely will when you come over. Also, at my age, not having to wear a bra is quite liberating. I don't always wear one at home. So, it's up to you."

Realizing he was acting like an idiot, and genuinely wanting to stay and work for her—after all, it was her looks that brought him here—George got a grip on himself. "You're right. I'm being foolish. I'll do better."

"Will you? Let's see." Carol lifted her top to expose her breasts. They appeared perfectly round, and big!

"W-What are you doing?"

"Showing you my tits."

"Why?" He had to ask even though he was getting an erection.

"If you're going to continue to come around here, you might see them from time to time. Are you going to be able to handle that?"

"Why do you want to show me your tits?" George reached down to adjust his cock. He tried to be unobtrusive.

"Because they're just tits. Nothing for either of us to be ashamed of," Carol explained. "But as I said, I like to be comfortable in my own home, and that could mean you might see me changing, or wearing something . . . like this. And who knows? Maybe eventually, you'll want to see me with little to nothing on."

"Nothing?"

"Do you occasionally go around without a shirt?"

Hesitantly, George answered, "Yes."

"So, if I have you doing something physical, and you perspire, you might want to remove your shirt."

"I guess."

"Then why is it not okay for me to do that?"

George knew what answer she was looking for, but he didn't say it.

And then, Carol casually lifted her top off and merely stood there allowing him to gaze at her beautiful boobs. "Now, this feels good."

With his mouth hanging open, George still did not say anything because he knew she was trying to shock him. His dick wanted to rip through his pants.

But then, she pushed her pants down, and with no panties, she was completely naked. "But sometimes I do like to be naked. Is that going to bother you?"

"What are you doing?"

"I want you to become comfortable around me—however I am. And if you want to hang around naked, you can." Now, she moved around to the side of the island so he could see her entire body.

George felt pre-cum ooze from his dick.

Carol climbed up onto the island counter top. She faced him and spread her legs, her pussy on display before him.

It seemed the more resistant he was, the bolder she became.

"What do you think?" she asked.

But he dared not say anything.

She started fingering her clit. "You're very handsome, George. Makes me horny. You can touch, if you like."

Of course, he'd like to. He'd never been with a woman—of any age—who was this open. But he dared not encourage her any more than his simply being here already had.

"Okay, well, I can see I've come on too strong, so finish your coffee and then we'll get to work."

Work consisted of simply moving furniture around, basically rearranging her living area and guest bedroom. She did put her clothes back on, but they were so tight and see-through that she was still a distraction. She offered to fix him lunch when they finished just before noon, but he declined. He couldn't get back home quick enough to jerk off and shoot a massive load. She wanted him to come back, and suggested after lunch, but he didn't know how much more of her he could take today. However, he said okay, and since he'd had such a good orgasm, and despite his sophomoric reaction to Carol's . . . lifestyle . . . he actually enjoyed her openness.

So, after a hastily made, gobbled-down sandwich, George returned to Carol's apartment.

She greeted him at the door, stunning him in a short dress with a tapered hem that rose between her legs revealing half her thigh. The elastic top exposed her shoulders and cut across the top of her breasts just low enough to show a half-inch of cleavage.

"This better?" she asked.

"You have other plans? I can come another time."

"No. Just thought you might like me better in this." She stepped aside for him to enter. "Come have a seat while I decide what I want us to do next. Wasn't sure you were actually going to come back today." She led him to the sofa they had moved earlier.

He sat, and so did she, her dress of course riding up to show most of her thighs. And then, she exaggeratedly crossed her legs, flashing her pantiless crotch. She pretended to think about what she wanted to do, uncrossing her legs, not re-crossing them, but keeping them spread apart. She turned slightly toward him so that she was open to his eyes.

This really shouldn't have surprised him since she'd bared all to him before, but he had to wonder what her motive was. Why was she showing off to a young man?

Carol propped one leg up, which sent the hem of her dress up to her lap.

His cock was growing, but he didn't want to be obvious and adjust it, uncomfortable though it was. Of course, she looked down at it and could see the bulge. That brought a smile to her face. Obviously, he learned this morning not to encourage her by calling attention to what she was doing.

But then, he didn't need to because she closed her legs, arose, and got onto the sofa on all four. Sitting back on her calves and reaching out, she rubbed his cock through his pants, obviously feeling his massive erection, again smiling.

"That must be painful," Carol observed. She undid his pants and zipper, and he felt powerless to stop her. She pulled his pants and underwear down to free his aching dick.

George breathed his relief when his cock sprang free.

Carol instantly bent her head to lick the length of his shaft.

He let out a high-pitched whimper. No one had ever done this to him. He'd been with girls, but not quite like this.

"Damn, George, you are really well-equipped. I haven't had a dick this size in a long time. Hell, I haven't had any dick in a long time." She lifted it to stand straight up, then took the entire shaft in her mouth.

He'd often imagined getting a blow job, but never envisioned it being this incredible. He just relaxed and let her do it.

And she could tell when he let go, and she got better, if that was possible.

"Mmmm, this is delicious. You like?"

"Yeah," George mumbled. "I've never had anything like this before."

"Really? Are you a virgin?"

"Uh, well, I've fooled around, but—"

"Never gone all the way?"

"Something like that."

"Well, let's take care of that. Can't have you hanging around half-cocked." Standing, Carol took George's hand and pulled him to his feet. Tugging him, she led him to her bedroom. With his free hand he had to hold his pants and underwear up enough to walk. Lying him on the bed, she bent over and sucked him to keep him good and hard. However, he was more than there already.

Moving around to the foot of the bed, Carol slowly, sensually removed her dress. Once completely naked, with George's eyes riveted on her, she cupped her big tits in a massaging type manner, and then rubbed her pussy with her fingers to arouse both of them.

She climbed onto the bed, knee-walking toward him. Straddling his hips, she hovered with her wet pussy over his pulsing cock.

Of course, George had imagined his first time quite often, each time with a different scenario. He'd never really favored one way over another, just content to eventually have sex. The more he saw Carol naked, the more comfortable he became with her, and in fact, the more beautiful he thought her to be. He was now so highly stimulated that he was desperate for what came next.

And that was her grabbing his cock, holding it straight up, and guiding it into her very wet pussy. He'd had no preconception of what it might feel like, and as she descended, completely engulfing his dick inside her, no imagination could have ever conceived something that felt this good. Make that, this amazing! It was so soft, like nothing he had ever experienced, and at the same time, felt as though it was encased in a glove, and ironically felt like nothing was touching it.

As Carol moved up and down on him, once again, it felt like nothing he'd ever known. The only other thing he could compare it to was masturbating, and though the end result was similar, the grip on his cock was totally different. However, he forced his mind to simply enjoy what was happening to him rather than trying to analyze it.

"This is so fucking good," Carol exclaimed. "It's been so long for me, but this was definitely worth the wait. Your dick is magnificent. It feels wonderful stuffed inside me."

"I've never felt anything like this."

"Well, this pussy is here for you any time you want it."

George's head was spinning way too fast for him to comprehend that.

At that moment, Carol pulled out, but quickly turned around reverse cowgirl, feeding his cock back in. It amazed George that the position change still felt good, but also so different. Of course, he didn't realize that he was touching different parts of her. But then, she didn't sink his entire shaft and only worked on the head. That was exciting also.

"Time for you to work," Carol said. "After all, that's what you came here for." She maneuvered onto arms and knees, wiggling her ass at him. "Get behind me and do me doggy style."

He'd seen videos, and so, knew what to do. Once he inserted his dick, it occurred to him that he was now actually fucking her; very cerebral. It might even feel better.

"Don't know about you, but I'm getting close," Carol said. "Let's finish the right way." She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. "The old tried and true missionary. Classic and satisfying."

George knew what to do. This was what he, and probably countless others, thought of as sex. And as he got into position, it felt right. It felt as though this was how you did it.

As soon as he was inside her again, she began her gyrations to come. George watched her beautiful face change into different expressions, grimaces as though in pain, grins of pleasure. And there were grunts, groans, and moans. Finally, she wrapped her legs around him as though attempting to hold him in and force him deeper. Then she exploded, emitting an almost scream that he hoped could not be heard beyond these walls. To finish, she threw her arms and legs out spread-eagle urging him to continue pumping.

George began to feel that tensing of his cock so familiar, somewhat surprised he had lasted this long. "I, uh, I uh—"

"You're ready to come?"

"Uh-huh."

"Fill me up."

"What?"

"Give it to me. Give me all that sweet cream!"

"Are you—"

"Don't worry. At my age you won't get me pregnant. That's the great thing about fucking an old woman like me. So, let yourself go."

And so, he did. Even though he came at lunch, a real fuck stimulated him to really fill her up. He couldn't remember ever ejaculating so much. He almost thought something was wrong. But it felt so good.

Carol felt his cum oozing out as quickly as he pumped it in. "Damn, boy, you been storing it up?"

"Sorry. I—"

"Don't be sorry. I love it!"

But finally, his balls were drained.

When he pulled out, Carol quickly sat up, sucked, and cleaned off his cock. That gave him a shiver. When she finished, she sat up, legs crossed, her pussy slightly gaping open, residual cum still seeping out.

"Damn, that was good. I hope it was as good for you."

"Uh, yeah, it was amazing. Like nothing I ever dreamed of."

"So, does it still bother you to see me naked?"

George chuckled. "I think I've adjusted."

"Would you like to see me naked some more?"

"Yeah. I think I would."

* * *

"Where have you been?" Karen asked when her son returned.

George was surprised that his mother was home early. "I was helping Ms. Lambert move furniture."

"So, she was serious about that?"

"Yeah. We rearranged two rooms."

"Took that long?"

"I came home for lunch." To her skeptical expression, he added a lie. "I had to move things a few times until we got it exactly how she wanted it."

"Oh, of course. She pay you?"

They really hadn't discussed pay. So, another lie. "Still have to do her master bedroom. She said she'd pay me then."

* * *

In another unit on another floor of the condo building, the girl found her twenty-year-old brother sitting on his bed leaning against the headboard, face buried in his phone. "Whatcha you doing, Charlie?"

He looked up. "Don't call me Charlie."

Showing false remorse, nineteen-year-old Stephanie corrected herself with a faux British accent. "Okay, Charles. So, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. When is mom due home?"

"Oh, she just called a little while ago. She has to work late." Stephanie entered his room and stood at the foot of the bed. "Mind if I sit?"

Despite the name issue, they got along very well.

He merely shrugged.

So, she sat leaning against the footboard with her legs folded and tucked back. Her short skirt rose high on her thighs, but she didn't seem to care.

Without moving his head, Charles raised his eyes over his phone to glimpse her shapely legs. She did have great legs . . . and tits. She was actually pretty hot. His cock reacted. "Do we need to fix dinner?"

"No. Mom said she'd pick something up on the way home."

With a grumble, Charles went back to his phone.

Stephanie watched him, noticing the growing bulge in his shorts. With his legs crossed, the head of his big cock peeked out from the leg opening. She knew he had a large dick, having glimpsed it a few times when he was in the shower and hadn't completely closed the door. Seeing it pulse aroused her, so she spread her legs slightly, pulled her skirt higher, and casually rubbed her pussy.

Looking down at his phone, Charles's eyes detected movement over the top of the device. He again looked up without moving his head. His eyebrows bounced at what he was seeing. He knew his sister masturbated. He'd spied on her a couple of times, but never had she been so blatant. He couldn't tear his eyes away.