1. The Island, Chapter 1


    Date: 10/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Male / Older Female, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    was a good enough mom to him, working hard at a supermarket to pay the bills, but never quit her wild ways. She would often come home fairly late Saturday night, totally hammered, and pass out while still in her clothes. I guess it was her release after a week of being the responsible parent at such a young age. I never told my folks about this, since I was sure they would stop me from spending the night where the only adult in the house was shitfaced. As I entered middle school, I became increasingly aware of how attractive she was. She was a natural blond, tall and willowy, and I now realize she must have gotten off a little by teasing me. Not having a regular man in her life, she probably enjoyed exerting her charms on a helpless, horny teen boy. She would frequently walk past Gary and me while we watched TV, dressed only in a towel, ostensibly taking her clothes into the laundry room before showering. On one memorable occasion when I was 13, she “accidentally” let the towel slip right in front of me while Gary was in the bathroom. That’s how I know she was a natural blonde. That fluffy honey-colored bush was the first female pubic hair I ever saw. I nearly always had a constant boner when she was around, but this time I nearly shot a load into my pants. Seeing her naked body was the high point of my young life. She squealed and grabbed the towel, quickly covering herself up, but didn’t seem too upset by the whole incident. I, on the other hand, had to rush to the ...
    bathroom myself and furiously jerk off as soon as Gary got out. I probably pulled my pud 4 times that night thinking of her pubes and wondering what they were hiding. For two years that sight was burned into my brain, and she continued to tease me with occasional glimpses of her body. Then, when I was 15, something happened that probably explains why I am such a horny pervert as a grown man. That Saturday night I was again over at Gary’s. We had just watched some sleazy teenage sex comedy on HBO (another reason I liked staying at Gary’s--I could watch R-rated movies) and had finally turned in for the night. Gary was snoring away, keeping me awake as much as my hard-on was, when his mom came in from her latest bar crawl. She was completely plastered, and was singing to herself as she staggered up to her room. As per usual, she collapsed on her bed and was soon snoring even louder than Gary. I don’t know what came over me; it must have been my adolescent hormones, already in a frenzy from the movie. I started thinking about her body, and how beautiful it seemed during all those peeks I had been given over the years. And now she was just down the hall. Asleep. Passed out cold. Trembling, I got out of bed, careful not to wake Gary. I crept down the hall and looked into her room. She was lying on her back, with the light still on. One arm was thrown over her head, pulling her silk blouse tight over one braless breast. Her skirt, fairly short to begin with, was hiked up to her crotch, and ...
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