1. Neighborhood Mom, Part I


    Date: 1/5/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: luvsumcameltoe, Rating: 93.6, Source: sexstories.com

    bouncing and quivering. I came in a matter of seconds, squirting into the sink. When I came back out of the bathroom, her bedroom door was mostly closed with maybe a 1" gap. I wanted so badly to peek back in there, but clearly she knew I was in the house now. I didn't dare. I got a Pepsi and finished mowing the lawn. It was perhaps 2 weeks later that our tryst would start, though her exposure might have been considered foreplay, I suppose. During that 2 weeks, something had shifted it seemed. I wasn't sure - maybe I was just noticing more because now I was hyper sexually aware of her. I would be working late at night in her living room, and she would come out wearing a low cut t-shirt, and obvious lack of a bra. At least a few times I noted that she had come out into the living room in a different outfit - but I'd never heard her bedroom door close or open. Late one night - very late - I was working on a server problem. As usual, C brought me Pepsi, snacks, and rubbed my shoulders while I worked. As usual by then, I was hyper sexually aware of her, and every breath on my neck, everytime her hands wandered down my back or sides, or lean forward and feel her unrestrained breasts on my shoulder - I was hard for easily over an hour, working with my cock fighting to tear my jeans apart and escape. C sat down next to my chair, on the floor, seeming to pay rapt attention to my work. I was sure she must be able to see my cock straining - it's not small or easily hidden. Precum had ...
    also wetted my underwear and was showing through my jeans and was making me uncomfortable. I tried to focus on work, but flashes of her cunt riding that massager kept going through my head, and I could see her nipples under her t-shirt. As time went on, I had to pee. And there was no way to get up without being obvious. Finally, she seemed to be paying attention to something else (maybe a magazine or something) and I excused myself, getting up carefully averting my front to hide the mess at my crotch. I walked awkwardly down the hallway, into the bathroom. I let my cock loose again, standing in front of the toilet. I was going to have to relax - I needed to pee badly. I had to firmly hold it down toward the toilet - it was so hard it would only point up, and pointing it down actually hurt. It was probably a minute I stood there, and then my nerves jumped. The bathroom door had opened slightly behind me. I turned instinctively toward the door. C seemed flustered for a second. "Oh sorry - I didn't know you were in here!", but she stared at my cock and didn't back out. I knew she knew I was in there, I had excused myself to the bathroom. She opened the door wider and asked "Are you OK?". I nodded, speechless. Her face was sultry, her dirty blond hair around her face and huge breasts tightly in her tee. "Having a hard time peeing with that thing?" she asked softly. I think I remember grinning a little - clearly she knew it was hard to pee with a hard on. "I can imagine..." she went ...
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