1. Teresa the Dirty Stripteaser!


    Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Mature, Author: naughtyboy300, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My Stepmother Teresa hadn't done much, it seemed, in quite a while, since her last experience documented in her other stories. She dressed pretty conservatively again, and all seemed quiet and placid in our lives. This peace was broken one day, however, when I was walking with Mum around the corner, past the local shops. There was a group of youths in their late teens hanging around outside the shops, and although I knew their faces from experiencing their nuisance making and petty vandalism in the area, I didn't know any more about these 18-20 years old people. They were certainly younger than the gang that did the "Your Mum, Your Mum" thing to my Mum, some years ago. [This is explained in another story.] However, they seemed to recognize us, and I got that uneasy sense of nasty intentions one often gets near such a group when you pass them. The way they went silent as we neared, and all stood there staring at us told me as well as my instincts, that something was up. A particularly cheeky young blond girl suddenly broke the silence as we passed, calling out in her cheeky common accent, "Hi Teresa! Aren't you saying hello to us?" Mum stopped and spoke to them, exchanging small talk about what they were doing at college etc, as I fumed uneasily. As we walked off then, the girl shouted, "Teresa, can I smell your BUM?" and they all burst out laughing and made lewd gestures, miming the act of spreading someone's buttocks and sniffing inside, and putting emphasis on the sound ...
    by breathing loudly in and out! As we turned the corner, they sang a lewd rhyme, taunting, "Bobby we had your Mum, we smelled her bum, we fucked her up the ass and it made her cum!" With this still going on in the background, I asked Mum what that was all about, but she just said, "Oh nothing, love! Take no notice." I knew she was hiding something, though she wouldn't tell me what, no matter how much I pressed her to say. Over the following weeks, I often heard them and their other friends passing by the house, especially in the evenings, talking about Mum. To find out what they were saying, I went to the extent of getting spy equipment such as a hidden microphone put invisibly in the eaves outside, and because I couldn't always be listening, I got masses of blank tapes and left a machine to record the voices of passers by. I discovered both revealing and confusing evidence. Samples of what I heard on playback were a girl asking some other nasty little tart, "So Colin and Ron are going to smell her arse, are they?" I also heard that blond girl's voice telling her mates, "We're all going to go, Hey Teresa, give us smell of your bum!" Also some other girl with a group, shouting "Whoooosshhh! Ha Haaaa! Watch those titty tassels go around! Whooosshhh!" I wondered what the heck was going on. What were they on about? Well, I soon got my answer! One Friday evening, Mum and I went to a charity fund raising event in a local rugby club. It was planned for months, and rumor had it that ...
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