1. Neighborhood Mom, Part III


    Date: 3/15/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: luvsumcameltoe, Rating: 93.8, Source: sexstories.com

    If you haven't read the first two parts yet, you may want to so you understand how this starts. Summary of the first post is that I was a teen and used to assist a woman in her forties (calling her "C" in the post here to protect her privacy) who lived in the next neighbourhood. C was divorced and had one daugher left at home ("K" - about 16). After having peeped on her masturbating while mowing her lawn, a few weeks later she walked in on me in the bathroom while trying to pee with a raging hard on and sucked me off. We then began a tryst. Up until the point this chapter begins, we had yet to have intercourse. C left for her errands. She would be home around dinner time. C encouraged me to stay as long as I wanted (by this point I was around the house quite often - and she had a big screen TV and cable, and I didn't have either at home). I was disappointed C had to go...K was finally going to be gone to work and I had nothing I had to do that afternoon. And, frankly, I was still horny as hell. She had awakened a lion and I definitely was ready for more. K went to her room to get ready for work. I sat in the living room and pretended to watch TV while mostly replaying what had just occurred an hour earlier with C in the bathroom, and generally having dirty thoughts. I imagined K was probably changing her clothes for work. I'd seen her in her nighty, and like her mom, she had big full breasts. I definitely wanted to see more. As I often slept in her room (whenever I stayed ...
    over - in her older sister's old bed, who had moved out), I had a dresser with a few changes of clothes and basics. I surely could come up with an excuse to enter the room. I approached her bedroom door down the hallway, quietly. When I got there, I stood in front of the door listening of clues to what she might be doing. I couldn't really hear anything - just some fumbling around. Usually I knocked if her door was closed. But I was emboldened by the morning's events. I took a deep breath and went for it. K was standing by her closet, just pulling her shirt on, her back to me. Basically fully dressed. Damn! I had missed it. She jolted as the door opened, paused, saw it was me and continued on. "Knock much?" she said sarcastically. I laughed and said sorry - mumbled some excuse that I figured by now she was dressed. No big deal. Except that I had missed out. I went to my dresser and pretended to be looking for something. After a bit, K left for work. Her sketch book (she was artistic and loved to draw) was sitting on her dresser and I flipped through it. She was an excellent artist, and drew an inordinate amount of nudes. Some women, some men. All very artistic and classy though. But that didn't help my horny restless state. I got curious. I wonder what kind of panties she had in her drawer. Why not look? There was nothing particularly arousing in her drawer - mostly the kind of panties you'd expect a girl in the 90s to have. Some bright colors, almost all bikini cut. Couple of ...
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