At the window 2
As I let myself in at our back door i was shaking with fear and desire. I rushed up to bed and buried myself beneath the sheets. As my erection subsided I slipped into sleep. So it was not until the next morning that I awoke to my new situation. I was immediately fearful that I had been spotted, but I also had a hard cock. It was hard and ready and my thoughts were drawn back to those hanging bosoms, those pink teats, that jungle of pubes.
I wasted no time in whipping back my foreskin and, throwing back the bedclothes, I raced to a new and urgent orgasm. I counted the strokes: 41,42,43 and I was spurting like I had never spurted before. My chest and stomach were coated in sperm and the feelings of guilt returned in an instant.
At breakfast my mother fussed about with cornflakes and tea before announcing that my friend Tom's aunt was staying at his house for the school holidays and as she was a teacher she was going to coach Tom. She was inviting her to tea that afternoon to ask if I could join in and benefit from her stay.
When she walked in that afternoon I was totally confused. I felt sure she would recognise me and yet I could not take my eyes off her. I forced myself to look at the ground and tried to hide my features.
As we sat eating sandwiches and drinking tea she chatted to my Mum and I risked a few glanced at her huge chest. Those hanging globes were now hoisted up and jutted from her like a shelf of pink femininity. She was modestly dressed but her cleavage was just superb to my eyes. As I wondered over the transformation of those swinging breasts into a solid balcony of flesh, my cock responded with an equally monumental show of stiffness. When it was time to say goodbye I stood up stiffly and had to bend forward in a very awkward stance to avoid pointing my cock out for all to see. I shook hands shyly, eyes to the floor, but it seemed to me that she lingered a little in letting go and caressed my palm.
"I will see you on Saturday afternoon when Tom gets back from his holiday," I heard her say. And then I watched her big hips sway as she left the room. Everything had been arranged.
Five minutes later that same right hand was shooting back and forth as I ground out my second big spend of the day over the downstairs lavatory bowl.
I wasted no time in whipping back my foreskin and, throwing back the bedclothes, I raced to a new and urgent orgasm. I counted the strokes: 41,42,43 and I was spurting like I had never spurted before. My chest and stomach were coated in sperm and the feelings of guilt returned in an instant.
At breakfast my mother fussed about with cornflakes and tea before announcing that my friend Tom's aunt was staying at his house for the school holidays and as she was a teacher she was going to coach Tom. She was inviting her to tea that afternoon to ask if I could join in and benefit from her stay.
When she walked in that afternoon I was totally confused. I felt sure she would recognise me and yet I could not take my eyes off her. I forced myself to look at the ground and tried to hide my features.
As we sat eating sandwiches and drinking tea she chatted to my Mum and I risked a few glanced at her huge chest. Those hanging globes were now hoisted up and jutted from her like a shelf of pink femininity. She was modestly dressed but her cleavage was just superb to my eyes. As I wondered over the transformation of those swinging breasts into a solid balcony of flesh, my cock responded with an equally monumental show of stiffness. When it was time to say goodbye I stood up stiffly and had to bend forward in a very awkward stance to avoid pointing my cock out for all to see. I shook hands shyly, eyes to the floor, but it seemed to me that she lingered a little in letting go and caressed my palm.
"I will see you on Saturday afternoon when Tom gets back from his holiday," I heard her say. And then I watched her big hips sway as she left the room. Everything had been arranged.
Five minutes later that same right hand was shooting back and forth as I ground out my second big spend of the day over the downstairs lavatory bowl.
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