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THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

Date: 4/3/2017, Categories: Masturbation, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

bit more than just eager anticipation, and perhaps a little trepidation. What had she meant by, "think about last night"? Finally, I opened my door exactly five minutes later and walked into the kitchen. There she was, just beyond, sitting on the dining room table with her legs hanging over and slightly parted. She was wearing her bathrobe and it was untied. I could see her bare chest, her breasts just covered by the robe, and the belt teasingly covering her pussy. "Did you think about last night? After you went to bed?" "I...I don't know what you mean..." "I heard you last night, talking in your sl**p. You were dreaming. You were fucking me in your dream, weren't you?" I immediately felt guilty. She was silent for a few moments, looking down at her lap, then she looked up, right into my eyes. "I know you want me...and that makes me feel good, actually. Really. But here's the thing...you can't have me. Not in...not in that way, you know? What we have? This thing between us now? This is...this is something special, and I don't want to ruin that with anything...you know...anything else." I nodded, but I didn't really understand. She saw my confusion, so she explained in more detail. "I like having you watch me in the shower. It makes me feel sexy. Like I'm pretty." "You're not pretty," I said. Her expression changed. She looked hurt, even angry, until I continued. "'Pretty' is too tame of a word. You're fucking beautiful!" She beamed, and I think I saw tears at the corners of ... her eyes. With so much emphasis on body image those days, she must have been doubting herself somehow...but yes, she was gorgeous! That sultry look again. "I also like watching you jack off while you're looking at me - it makes me know that I have a nice body," she parted the robe slightly and began tracing her finger over her right nipple, "and I don't have to worry so much about whether I look good - I know I look good or you wouldn't be jacking off to me, right?" Body image doubts...she had them. But because of my lust, she was feeling good now. I didn't know how to feel about this, but I do know that I liked what I saw! "I know you have a collection of porno magazines hidden somewhere," and how she knew about this, I have no idea...unless she had been watching me as well? No...that couldn't be it. Maybe she just suspected? After all, I'm a young teenaged boy, right? Surely all young teenagers must have a porn stash? I still didn't really know where this was going... "But...you choose to look at me instead. That makes me feel good." That was an understatement if ever there was one. What she said next, though..."I also like making you feel good...so let me make you feel good, okay?" I was already getting hard just watching her play with her nipple, but now? Shit! I could've come right there! But...that bit about my dream...she was a little leery about it, so I felt I needed to say something about that. She wanted to make me feel good, and I was perfectly fine with that. I ...