1. 1975


    Date: 3/20/2016, Categories: First Time, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Ijhel, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    recently taken to coming around on some pretext or other. Twice she had managed to end up in my room, sitting on my bed, looking up at the suspended aeroplanes whilst I struggled with the urge to kiss her. I felt like it was possibly my turn to make the next move, but I didn’t know how to go about it. As absurd as it seems now, despite her obvious intentions, I was so unsure of myself that I didn’t know if she wanted me to kiss her. Then one day in August, when my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Sarah and my impending financial catastrophe, I returned home from a trip to town. I had in my hand a plastic bag containing my latest purchase and I let myself into the house with no thought beyond opening the box and inspecting my last model of the summer. I intended to save my remaining money towards buying a motorbike and so this model would have to be made to last. I intended to build it as perfectly as possible and this was uppermost in my mind as I climbed the stairs. At the top, I glanced out the window which faced George and Rose’s property and saw Mum talking with George. I froze and stared. George was standing beside Mum and both were looking out across the fields towards the river. A quick glance showed me what they were looking at, several brightly coloured hot air balloons could be seen floating in the distance. My eyes were caught by the fact that George had his hand on Mum’s bottom though. As I watched, transfixed with horrified fascination, George moved his ...
    hand, clutching and groping between her buttocks. Mum did not react at all. She simply stood looking at the balloons. After a few minutes George said something and left her standing there, and me standing staring at her. A short while later the balloons passed overhead, a man waved at her, and then Mum made her way home. For several days my mind was in turmoil. Sarah came by again and this time, she made no pretence about it. She lay on my bed and by example, compelled me to lie beside her. We kissed and I touched her pert little breasts until her breath came fast and excited. I slid my hand under her shirt and ran my fingers down over her belly until I reached her pubic mound. Then she stopped me with a hand on mine. She didn’t say anything but I understood her trepidation. We continued to kiss each other and look into each other’s eyes, happy to be young and to feel the first explosions of love and teenage lust. Mum came home around 5pm and Sarah left. I sat in the kitchen, at the table where we usually ate and watched as she made dinner. I thought of George and Mum, and the casual way he had moved his hand whilst she stared at the balloons. It was the familiarity of it that struck me then. What I had witnessed was not something novel or untoward. She had been so used to it that she hadn’t even reacted. She placed a plate of food for me and sat opposite me with her own. We ate in near silence, each lost in our own thoughts. Mum asked about Sarah, was she my girlfriend now? I ...
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