A Female Pedophiliac

A Female Pedophiliac Mother’s best friend a shapely woman with a sexy smile I was fifteen and went to her house with a message- something about a wedding where mother was cooking- and she seduced me... Can’t remember it clearly only that I was trembling by the sight of her nudeness. She did the rest, the ecstasy and the enormous newness of pleasure was like a dream come true... we made love and I died every time in her ravenous encirclement. When I left her house I was a person bewitched but had the sense to worry what mother would say by me being so late, but I told her I had met some friends and we had gone down to the park feeding the ducks and talking to the girls... Next time I saw her I went beetroot not sure if I had had a dream, but when mother went into the kitchen to make coffee she told me to come back to her house in the evening...and I did. But someone spoke, when mother knew she called her a whore and never spoke to her again. Yet my loins craved her I was a burning flame and we met in fields and woods... till I had to go to sea as a galley boy. When I saw again she was quite old was old, perhaps forty five, and the flame of love had died.