1. Neighborhood Mom, Part III


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

    full breasts like a wave on the ocean. And then a noise in the hall. K's bedroom door. C sat up quickly and pulled her top closed. She was facing away from the hall anyway. Then the bathroom door at the far end of the hall - the familiar click of that latch. Phew. She had just gone to the bathroom. C quickly buttoned her top and I turned back to the computer. Close call. C's face had lost some color. After a few minutes we heard the toilet, and the water running and then K returned to her room. C let out a quiet relived giggle, and I did too. The mood had been lost some in the near panic - yet there was some excitement in the near miss. For a while we resumed "working". We talked at more normal volumes about work, inane conversation really just as a show for K, in case she was awake. C rubbed my shoulders for a bit, as she often did, and I loved it. Eventually as we calmed, she sat back in her chair next to me. All I could think about was those panties. Those black sheer panties, with my cum in them. Was she really wearing them? Were they wet again? They were kind of see through - would I be able to see her pussy through them? I struggled to focus on the computer. I kept finding myself bringing up the wrong window, or bringing up a window and not being able to remember why. I wanted to see those panties on her, but now would she still be willing to mess around after that close call? How could I know? C started to rub my thigh again and quickly found my swollen member. She ...
    stroked it through my jeans. I moved my legs apart to allow her better access. She was grinning again. She moved closer to me, and reached for my fly. I sucked my breath in and leaned back so she could get to the buttons. Her hand fumbled with the top button and after a few seconds it popped free. Then to the next one. C made some crack about Levi's jeans and all the stupid buttons, and stood up moving behind me. No shit. Maybe it was time to switch jeans brands. I almost always wore 501s. 5 damn buttons in the fly. I helped her open the rest. Our hands fumbled on them together and the touch of our hands aroused me further. Her hand reached into my jeans. I wasn't wearing underwear so instantly I felt her skin on mine. She ran her hand the length of my shaft, expertly teasing the underside of it. Fuck that felt so good. C tried to pull it out, but my jeans were too tight and it was too hard. "What have you been thinking about?" she whispered in my ear. I blurted. "Are you really wearing those black panties?" C's mouth moved purposefully to my ear. "Why don't you just tell me to show you my panties?" Just like that? Really? I don't know why I was still shocked. Looking back now - or even just a few weeks later - it was obvious that I had permission to take whatever I wanted. I was learning quickly though. Fine. "Will you show me your panties?" C came back around next to me without hesitation. She sat on the edge of the desk. She put one foot on my knee and braced the other on the ...
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