1. 1975


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

    asked. “Aye, I thought as I’d seen her knocking on your door just the other day” I shrugged and muttered “She’s alright, we’re just friends...” “You be nice to her” Rose laughed as she walked back to the house with the plates and empty glasses. “Be nice to her and she’ll be nice to you. She’s a good girl is Sarah.” “Come on Romeo” George stood up and stretched his back. “We can be finished by tonight if we get a move along”. A day or so later Mum came into the kitchen as I was eating my dinner. She was wearing a black and white dress and putting earrings in. “Wash up will you love?” she jerked her chin at the sink. “I’m late for a meeting with the girls.” I nodded and she left, picking up her handbag on the way out and slamming the door in her hurry. I sat and listened to the silence for a while then I got up and did the dishes. When I was finished, I turned to look at the calendar. It read ‘WI Becky’ in big thick pencil. Becky was Rebecca Patterson, and she lived on Chapel Lane. I went up to Mum’s bedroom, found the book and looked through it until I came to the initials RP, beside which were half a dozen additions showing amounts between four and fifteen pounds. I closed the book and returned it to the box. My theory about Mum being a prostitute didn’t really convince me anymore. I looked at the phallus and picked it up. I sniffed at it again and savoured the faint smell. I wondered where she had gotten it. It wasn’t the sort of thing one could just buy. Someone had carved ...
    and polished it. I put it back and feeling slightly dejected I left her bedroom. It seemed like the whole thing had been nothing more than my teenage imagination running wild. Outside it went dark and I stood in the kitchen doorway watching the stars coming out. Only four days before college now. Suddenly I thought of Sarah whom I hadn’t seen or heard from all day. She was only a few hundred yards up the road and her bedroom window could be seen from the dirt path which ran along the back of all the houses. I made my way along it, pushing aside the wicked hawthorn branches. In the years since Sarah and her f****y had moved in, the bushes which grew along the path had grown higher and higher and now in the deep twilight they gave a sense of secrecy and security. At Sarah’s garden I saw her bedroom light was on and I crept close to look within. Sarah was lying on her bed, reading a magazine. She was lying on her stomach with her legs up behind her, her ankles crossed. For a moment I stood and just looked at her. She was so beautiful she made my heart beat faster. At that moment her door opened and her little s****r walked into the room. The moment was passed and the chance to knock on the window was gone. I made my way home with the strange light headed feeling that Sarah always seemed to provoke within me. Since I’d left all the lights off, our house was in darkness. I walked through the kitchen and was passing through the living room when I noticed a woman in light and dark ...
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