Coercion

This story is a fictional story in my mind, nobody exists for real, or has ever been a real person it is all a made-up fictional story.

Coercion, I always thought was a word that was extreme and was only used in a sense of legality; (the gun pointed at my customers was forcing me to give the money over to the masked man), as I have seen in television dramas. I realized late that I was coerced by older men to do things that I knew was wrong, but my mind confused by the adults in the room did as I was told and found because I liked it, it was okay.

I loved my first real job the money for a kid my age was great, I liked my boss and his wife that worked there and she would bring me lunch on occasion, but did I say the money was good for a kid. I liked having money, I would give my Mom some, but also would be able to pay her tab at the local grocer's and that made me feel good, proud and loved the way my Mom appreciated it. 
It was June and hot, I came up from the basement and could look into Mr. Waxman's office, I noticed his wife had pulled her dress up so she could catch the fan blowing her way. I never noticed that she had nice legs and I could see her garter holding her stockings that were red with her white panties that appeared to be a little wet from sweating. I probably had stood there to long as she saw me looking and closed her legs. I walked past her feeling embarrassed, worried and like some perverse person now waiting for Mr. Waxman to call me on my behavior. 
I went back to unloading the truck, grabbed another bundle of wood, carrying it through the shop to the basement where it was cooler and it kept the wood from warping. I tried to avoid the boss and his wife until the truck was empty, but knew I would have to face them sooner or later. Mr. Waxman called to me and I figured it's all over, but asked if the truck was empty and I told him it was, he told me he had to run an errand and would be taking the truck, handed me a list and told me if I didn't finish it all today to continue on it when I came in in the morning. He also said he may not be back by closing and that I should help his wife close up, patted my head and left. I turned to leave and start the chores without making eye contact with the Mrs., when I heard her say don't leave, I have lunch ready and we need to talk.

I looked at her embarrassed and she was smirking at me, I started to apologize and she told me to sit and unwrapped one of her delicious corn beef sandwiches, she put a glass of water next to it and told me to sit. I assumed that Mrs. Waxman was about ten years younger than the boss; she was a pretty woman about 5' 6" a little heavy, but shapely with long dark brown hair. I know other men thought she was attractive because they would flirt with her and she liked the attention. She sat across from me and we ate. As we ate, she said that she saw what I did only because she didn't think anybody would see her and it was so hot, she was trying to stop the sweating. I started to apologize again, but she told me not needed and we continued to eat our sandwich. We were almost done when she then asked me if I liked what I saw and if I ever peek at anyone else. Again, I turned red with embarrassment and she laughed at me and then said at my age I should be curious. I looked at her and told her that I did like her red garters and that I sometimes peeked at the girls in gym class and that my older sisters would sometimes run around in their underwear. She asked me if I liked that and I told her it was okay, but didn't know enough about what I saw. She smiled at me and told me I could ask her anything I wanted to know and then told me she would clean up and I should start on my list. I went to the basement and started sorting the lumber and realized my little dick was hard and could only imagine why, but that it felt weird and good as I sorted lumber and thought about Mrs. Waxman's red garter and wet panties. 
I crossed 4 things off my chore list from Mr. Waxman and was about to start on number five when the Mrs. called me from the top of the stairs. She needed me to start closing down. I folded the list and stuck in my pocket and locked down the rear doors and shut down lights. When I turned from locking the basement door, I saw Mrs. Waxman up on a ladder putting things on a shelf. I entered and told her that she should never go up that high without someone being here and I rushed to hold the ladder. Just as I reached the ladder I looked up and saw that the garter belt was still attached to her stockings, but she had no underwear on. It was beautiful and sooo fugly as well, but my cock did what it had done earlier when I was peeking from the stairs. I had only ever seen pictures in a magazine, but I couldn't take my eyes off her and realized how silent everything was and I looked beyond her dress and we made eye contact. I didn't know what to say and realized she had the same smirk from earlier as we stared at each other. I looked away and down at the floor and felt the ladder move as she went back to stacking something. I asked if she wanted to change places so she didn't have to be up so high. Her response caught me off guard with "remember I said you can ask me anything", and she continued. I paused and then came up with a question, asking if it was ok for me to look. She said I did it for you and I looked up at her and she smiled and I then went back to staring at this pussy, cunt, her Vagina and I liked how it looked, even though it was fugly. From the magazine picture's I knew men's cocks went inside them and my cock was as hard as it has ever been before and I couldn't help rub it, really, I just wanted to make it feel better being strained in my pants was uncomfortable. I thought of another question, but didn't quite know how to ask it, just as I felt the ladder move and then she stood on the ladder wrung as her pussy pulled so far away, it was now dark as she descended the ladder. I watched as we became eye to eye and she then looked down at my bulging cock almost as reading my mind and knew my next question. She moved past me and let her hand touch my bulge and I felt maybe she let it linger to long, but I didn't mind. I didn't turn towards her and blurted out my next question, is it OK my dick got hard is this normal and she said yes and then asked do I touch it and when you do does it feel good? I said it did and she told me go lock the front up a shut off the lights and come back.

I was so excited I walked slowly rubbing my little dick as I walked out front and then rushed back. Mrs. Waxman was sitting at her desk and had moved the other chair to the side about 4 feet away from her and she told me to come sit down.  As I walked around to sit, I saw she had lifted her dress and was sitting with one leg over the arm. I couldn't take my eyes off of her cunt, I could see these puffy lips surrounded by the same color hair as she had, dark brown and at the top was a small num sticking up and it looked a little like my little dick. I touched my hard cock and rubbed it she told me she wanted to show me something and I should pull my pants down. I stopped rubbing and looked at her, she nodded and said it was alright to do so as long as I wanted to. I slipped my pants down and then pulled my underwear down just below my waste and she said what she wants to show me wouldn't work unless my shorts were down so I pushed them down. I looked back at her and she was rubbing the head of the nub she had and told me to do the same to myself. I was watching her rub and could see she was having a reaction the same as I was feeling and I could feel a little juice come out of the tip as I rubbed and it started feeling better that I began to rub harder as more juice came out the tip making my rub feel better and I started moaning and looking at this woman sitting across from me doing the same as she watched m. I felt my dick spasm and shoot more juice onto my leg and chair and Mrs Waxman closed her eyes and moaned out loud, but I didn't see her juices like mine. She smiled, got up and walked away and brought me back a towel she told me to use this to clean up and she would give me a ride home.

Most of the ride was quiet and then a few more questions popped in my head and I asked if I could ask her and she told me anything. I asked them quickly, does that happen all the time, can I touch her next time and can I do this again when I get home. She laughed and she answered, the first's you that you experience you will always remember and yes, we may feel it differently, but it should happen every time, what makes you think there will be a next time, we'll see, let's see how good you can keep a secret and I could do it anytime I wanted to and hoped that I would think of touching her when I did it again later. She pulled up at the curb in front of my house and told me, she hoped I could keep our secret and said good night. I jumped out and ran into the house straight to my bedroom and closed the door heading to my Dads magazine I rescued from the trash opening up to the man with his cock inside the woman's vagina and pulled my pants down rubbing my dick and then put my fingers around it pulling on it up and down thinking that I was rubbing her red garter belt as I put my dick into her like the picture.