Shelby Ch. 03

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It was rare that Shelby and Jason were the only ones in the house. For the next few days whenever she passed him in the hallway, or they encountered each other in the kitchen alone she would hug him and feel his cock and it would leap to attention. Her mere presence left him breathless with desire.

He would watch her by the pool marveling at her tiny, fit body as she lounged or swam with her brothers. Every detail of her form seemed perfect to Jason. He lived in a constant state of arousal.

For the first couple days Shelby seemed to think it were a game, she teased and flirted with a smile and touched him to see how hard he was, but then laughed and left the room. Then the sexual tension seemed to get to her as well. Soon the touches became more insistent, needy and even desperate.

Sometimes, even when others were in the room, Shelby would gaze at Jason with such open longing that he feared others would notice. Jason particularly feared Nen, Shelby’s mother, noticing. Nen was a smart woman and being very good looking herself she was well aware of the attention a daughter like Shelby would attract. Nen would often chide Shelby about how scantily she dressed around the house, or when going out.

Shelby never dressed like a slut, showing off the goods but she did dress casually in thin t-shirts and short shorts that showed almost as much as something more overtly sexualized. And Shelby’s favorite blue bikini was two years too small. Her breasts were not large, but still they spilled out of the top, and it would often pull off her breasts while she played in the pool. The bottoms bulged over her pubic mound and were devoured by her butt constantly leaving her gleaming globes exposed fully whenever she moved much at all.

Jason loved that bikini.

Jason also started taking any opportunity he could to watch Shelby. The way the summer had been so far he had plenty of chances to see her in her swimwear out by the pool, but after three days of sexual tension and frustration he started to watch her around the house as well.

When she watched T.V. curled up on the couch, her bare feet poking out from under her gorgeous legs, her bum when she bent over to pick something up, the swell of her breasts under a t-shirt, her neck as she spoke… All of it was pure poetry to him.

One morning when the family were all home, but bustling around madly getting ready for work, or day camp or all the various places they were going Jason crept into the bathroom as Shelby was taking a shower. He sat for a moment watching her threw the opaque shower curtain debating announcing his presence.

Just watching her outline through the plastic, the darker shadow of her skin against the paler tile behind her made his cock strain to escape his shorts. When it became unbearable, when his need to touch either her or himself became so strong that he felt he might scream, he stepped forward and cleared his throat.

Shelby froze behind the curtain, the shower still running suddenly seeming loud. Then her hand lifted and she pulled the curtain back and peered around the plastic sheet.

“I thought I felt somebody come in a moment ago.” Was all she said.

Jason reached out and pulled the curtain further back.

Shelby hesitated in taking her hand from the sheet, but then released it and smiled a knowing smile and she allowed Jason to reveal her naked body.

Even though he had memorized every tiny detail of Shelby still this was a powerful moment. She was baring herself for him alone and it was intoxicating.

Shelby stood in the cascade of water her body smooth and perfect to Jason. Her hair was a long stream of brown flowing down her back, her skin was beaded with drops of moisture smooth and tempting.

Shelby’s breasts were red from the heat of the water and her nipples hard and tight. The small tuft of pubic hair was plastered to her outer pussy lips and left her cleft exposed and vulnerable.

Jason sat on the toilet, little drops of water splashing him where he sat. He pulled off his shorts as he sat and his erection made Shelby smile openly her eyes full of glee.

Jason began to stroke his cock and canlı bahis asked her to continue with her shower.

Shelby resumed cleaning herself and With one eye on her cousin she washed her hair and let the shampoo ooze down her luscious body.

Jason had still never touched Shelby, it seemed too much to him, but as she caressed her own body cleaning herself ostentatiously for his masturbatory pleasure he had suffered from the lack. It was still too great a taboo to him.

Then Shelby, his eighteen year old second cousin began to masturbate herself.

Her fingers began to stroke her labia and she turned so that she was facing Jason from two feet away. She opened her lips and showed him the pink of her slit. This was the closest he had been to her succulent cunt and it fired Jason up immensely. His fist became a blur on his shaft as she lightly stroked her clit for him.

Somewhere else in the house somebody shouted something, but in this room all was still and quiet save the shower and the stroking hands of the two cousins masturbating for each other.

Shelby’s other hand lifted to her breasts and she began to caress them as well, pulling on her tight nipples and squeezing the firm mounds.

Jason felt an orgasm approaching fast and he stood up ready to shoot into the shower.

Shelby dropped to her knees in the gush of water. It now passed over her head, only the mist of droplets landing on her head.

Still frigging herself, but now doing it to pleasure herself not her “Uncle” Shelby tilted back her head and opened her mouth showing Jason she wanted to taste his cum.

That permission was all he needed and his climax blasted out of him shooting his cum the foot between them and landing on her face staining one of her beautiful cheeks. The next gout of cum landed across her lips and on her tongue and it felt to Jason like he had broken a World Record at the Olympics he was so proud of that shot.

Shelby’s tongue darted out and licked more cum from her lips as he fired more and more sperm onto her face and down her neck. It was the most erotically charged moment in Jason’s life spraying his little cousin with cum. He wished his orgasm could go on forever.

But all too soon he fell back onto the toilet seat his climax complete and his body too weak to hold him upright.

Shelby still frantically masturbated, her face spattered with his load, her tongue tasting him as much as possible, reaching for the sperm still within reach of her questing appendage while she tugged her nipples and began to climax herself.

A tightening of her muscles, and shuddering of her entire body told Jason she was cumming, her mouth gaped open and she squeezed her eyes shut, the perfect portrait of a woman in the wild throes of intense pleasure.

It made Jason’s balls twitch in sympathetic desire.

Then she relaxed and smiled at him. Lifting a hand she scooped up some more of his jism and ate it seductively, almost coyly, her twinkling eyes peering at him from beneath lowered lids.

She did it once more then stood up and allowed the shower to clean her of his spunk.

Without another word Jason stood back up and pulled up his pants. He slipped out of the bathroom carefully astonished at what he had just done, and that she had enjoyed it so much as well.

The week after he had first seen Shelby in the pool with her boy she approached Jason’s little balcony while her brothers and some of their friends played in the water, yelling and being boisterous.

“Uncle Jason?” she opened, and he knew something was up. The only time Shelby called him Uncle Jason now was when she was horny and wanted to get him riled up. The way she said it, in a little girl voice, looking up at him coyly got him horny immediately, which was no doubt her point. “Tonight everyone will be gone and I am inviting a friend over to play. Do you mind babysitting us?”

There were a few damp towels hanging from the railing around the balcony covering the view onto from the pool area. Shelby slipped a hand inside the perimeter of the railing and groped his crotch.

Today she was wearing kaçak iddaa her blue bikini again with a pair of jean shorts on her bottom. She was standing on a deck chair to talk to him, which she and the boys did often. Her head was near the top of the railing and her arm could easily reach his cock as she stood fondling him almost in plain view of the half dozen boys messing around in the pool.

“I’ll be around if you need me to keep an eye on things.” Jason replied after her hand began to stroke along his shaft.

“I do need that. I need it so badly.” Shelby then climbed over the railing, her lithe frame easily scrambling over the wooden barricade. The balcony was small, and there was only room for the one chair, but Shelby knelt beside him, the top of her head not even clearing the towel covered rail.

“Uncle Jason is it weird that I am so horny all the time?”

“Not at all. I am too now with you around.” Her hand was once more stroking his cock as she pulled him out of his shorts and gazed at his length.

“What I find funny,” she murmured, “Is that I only feel this horny when I know you are watching me. I can’t get enough of the way you look at me. I feel like I’m not really a sexual person unless your eyes are on me. Is that too perverted?”

“Well, I guess you might be an exhibitionist.”

“What is that exactly?” She looked into his eyes now, not at his cock, she seemed to really not know what an exhibitionist was.

“An exhibitionist is a person who gets sexual pleasure from showing themselves to others.”

“Wow, there is a name for everything. That is me exactly. But it only counts if it is you.” Shelby pulled her top down and exposed her breasts to him and then resumed stroking his aching cock.

Jason glanced at the boys playing so close by, but none was paying any attention to the proceedings on the balcony.

“You know I think you get off on others seeing you too.” Jason said. “You love to drive your brother’s friends crazy. They all want to play here because they get to see you in a bikini. Every one of those kids has a crush on you. You are always showing off around them”

“I know.” She whispered. “I’m pretty bad aren’t I?”

“Yup.”

Shelby’s brown eyes gleamed as she massaged her second cousin’s cock, bare breasted in the bright sunshine hidden by a wind-rippled barrier of damp cloth.

“Uncle Jason,” she spoke to the tip of his cock, her mouth fractions of an inch from his straining knob. “I can’t wait to be fucked by you tonight after I give Liam my virginity.” She kissed his tip softly and he twitched. “I can’t fuck you first because I have had a crush on him for years. I always wanted him to be my first. I doubt that now sometimes because of you, but I’m going to do it. Then I’m going to take your cock deep inside me. I don’t care how wrong it is, I want you so badly.”

Then Shelby took his engorged boner into her mouth and swallowed his length to the very back of her throat. Jason had to clamp down on his bottom lip to stop from moaning out loud as his little teenage cousin deep-throated him for the first time.

Mere feet away, unaware of what was happening on the balcony, one of the boys stood on the edge of the pool shouting about something while his sister sat on her haunches gobbling their Dad’s oldest friend’s dong. The intense eroticism of the moment, the sheer depravity of it had him so overwhelmed that Jason broke through his barrier of passivity and finally engaged wholeheartedly in the debauchery.

Reaching down he took hold of one of Shelby’s sweet breasts for the first time and began to pull her nipple and mash the pliant flesh. The girl froze with his prick deep in her face and she moaned around his cock. He couldn’t hear it over the boys, but he could feel the vibration, and it was great.

Once Shelby started working over his cock once more Jason felt deliciously wicked, a hand full of her breast and her mouth on him made him feel invincible.

“Hey Even!” Jason called the older of his cousins. Jason leaned forward and held Shelby’s head to his cock when she made to pull back alarmed. Still stroking kaçak bahis her tit Jason spoke to the boys in the yard where they all stopped playing to find out what the grown-up wanted.

“You guys know the game Marco Polo?” Shelby kept still, so Jason began to use his hands and hips to fuck her face, encouraging her to go back to blowing him.

The boys didn’t know the game.

Jason took his time explaining the game while the gorgeous Shelby began to get into the other game she and Jason were playing. Shelby used ever skill she had in her limited repertoire to try and distract Jason while he spoke to the boys; meanwhile Jason tried not to let on that his cock was being mauled by a sexy teenager just out of sight.

Jason only just managed to finish explaining Marco Polo before Shelby’s wonderful attention to his cock won out over his interest in playing this game with her. She was stroking him quickly and suckling his knob while massaging his tightening balls. Jason wasn’t close to cumming, but he wanted to pay attention to what she was doing.

Looking down at her pretty face full of his thick cock had him so horny he could hardly stand it. In all his years Jason couldn’t remember being with a more good looking woman than Shelby. The fact that they were related made it even more amazing that she loved to suck his cock so much.

And love it she clearly did. This was the third time she had blown him, and he was only touching her bare breast for the first time.

It was her breasts that made the difference this time.

Alternating which breast he massaged Jason fondled the young woman happily while the echoes of “Marco!” and “Polo!” filled the back yard. Feeling those pert titties got him off and he pulled out of Shelby’s slurping mouth as he began to spurt. He pushed her back and sprayed her chest with his sperm, shooting his sticky jism all over her tender buds.

Rubbing his knob over her nipples he defiled her teenage bosom with his cum and she gaped at him, her mouth open wide, shocked by his messy deposit.

Then Shelby got over her surprise and she began to take over, stroking his throbbing rod and smearing his load all around her breasts. Then she took him back in her mouth and cleaned the jizz from his softening tool, tasting his cum and moaning.

When he could take no more Jason pushed her gently off his twitching member, and she sat back and looked down at her sperm stained chest.

“That was hot.” She said. Her fingers began to play with his cum, rubbing it into her hard nipples and then tasting her fingers periodically.

Watching her got Jason hard again and she smiled at his rising member.

“God I can’t wait to feel that inside me.’ She leaned over and quickly gave his cock head a smooch, then she sat back and adjusted her top over her tits once more. Her chest was glistening from his cum, but there were no more large gobbets of spooge. Satisfied that it wasn’t totally obvious Shelby stood up and looked out over the boys playing in the pool.

“I’m so wet thinking about anyone seeing your cum on my tits.” She said and her face was flushed in a deep blush. She climbed over the rail and went to a deck chair, pulling off her shorts she halted the game as her ass was teasingly revealed as her bottoms were pulled down by her jean shorts. The younger boys just looked because the older boys were, but the older boys were embarrassingly attentive as she pulled her shorts off of her sculpted legs.

Then making a slight show of it Shelby got herself comfortable in her lounger. It only took a few moments for her to find a comfortable position for her back, and she only had to thrust out her chest a few times to get settled.

It was enough to have the teenage boys completely mesmerized. Her hard nipples were plainly visible through her thin bikini top and the sheen of sperm made her slight cleavage shine enticingly.

Once she was settled in for a sunbathe the boys resumed their game, though it was noticeably muted, and a couple boys continued watching her whenever they could.

Jason sat stroking his cock during all of this, then he held off and put his boner back into his shorts. He wanted to save his cum for tonight.

Tonight he would fuck that sexy little woman getting all that attention out there.

All he had to do was watch her fuck some boy first, then he would finally have sex with his eighteen year old second cousin.

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Mrs. Mills’ Predicament Ch. 08

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Athletic

… I awoke to the ringtone of my cell phone on my nightstand the next morning. Groggily opening my eyes, I peeked at my alarm clock and saw that it was 10 am. Planning on sleeping until at least noon, I reached for my phone with the intention of turning it off and ignoring the call.

Picking up the phone, and rolling onto my back, I held it up, trying to focus on the screen to see who was calling… the cell phone screen read, ‘Brooke’. Fumbling the phone for a second, I quickly touched the green ‘accept’key. Trying to sound awake, but still with a sleepy morning voice, I answered enthusiastically, “Hey. How are you this morning?”

Brooke answered, “Hi, Shawn. I’m good. How are you?”

“I am awesome,” I replied, “Thanks for last night. I hope you had as good a time as I did.”

“I did,” she replied, sounding truly sincere, as I realized how sexy her voice sounded over the phone. She continued, “I was thinking about going to the mall today. Do you want to go?”

Eagerly wanting to spend more time with her, I quickly answered, “Absolutely… What time should I pick you up?”

“How about noon?” she answered.

“Sounds good… See you at noon,” I answered, before we both said goodbye.

After showering, I grabbed a quick bite to eat, as my mom was emptying the dishwasher in the kitchen. I said, “Mom, I’m taking Brooke to the mall this afternoon,” then asked, “That OK with you?”

My mom replied, “It’s OK with me… Your dad and I need to run a few errands today, but I was planning on doing a family dinner tonight. It seems like we see so little of each other anymore. Why don’t you invite Brooke over too. We’d love to meet her.”

I replied, “OK, I’ll ask her if she can,” then asked, “What time are we eating?”

My mom replied, “Planning dinner for around 5 or so, but whenever everyone is ready is fine.”

“Great,” I said, “See you around five,” as I got up to leave.

I arrived at Brooke’s house just after noon. When we met at the door, she gave me a quick peck on the lips as she walked out the door. She was wearing tight jeans, and a heavy winter jacket over her blouse. As we walked to my car, I said, “My mom’s doing dinner tonight and wanted me to ask you over… honestly, I think they just want to meet you,” I asked, “You up for it?”

Brooke replied, “I guess… sure,” putting on a happy voice, but sounding less than enthusiastic. Then she asked, “What are your parents like?”

I replied, reassuringly, “They’re cool. They work a lot, and they travel on business quite a bit. So, they pretty much trust me on my own. My mom likes to do family dinners on Sundays whenever she can, since we don’t see much of each other. Don’t worry, they are going to like you a lot.”

Brooke smiled at me, more at ease, but still looking a little nervous about meeting my parents. As she was texting her mom to let her know she would be going to my house for dinner, I said, “Really, my parents are cool… Why are you so nervous about meeting them?”

She replied, “I’m not really nervous… It’s just… well… my last boyfriend’s parents… I could tell that they didn’t like me very much. They never really talked to me, and they were just kind of cold. It was one of the reasons that I stopped going out with him. I just wasn’t comfortable around them.”

I quickly replied, “Well, they were assholes… my parents are not that way. Don’t worry, they’ll love you.”

My reassurance seemed to relax Brooke quite a bit.

When we arrived at the mall, Brooke knew exactly where she wanted to go. We stopped by the jewelry kiosk, where she picked up some earrings for her younger sister, whose birthday, she explained, was coming up next week. Then we just kind of wandered the mall, holding hands, before we stopped for some ice cream.

As we passed the lingerie shop… the same one that I had previously visited to buy lingerie for Mrs. Mills, Brooke tugged my hand, pulling me towards it, and said, “C’mon, let’s go in there.”

Nervous, but a little excited, I allowed her to lead me in.

As before, the shop was mostly filled with women shoppers, with a few men, like me, being led around by their wives or girlfriends. Brooke slowly walked through the store looking at each display, me following closely behind. She made comments about the lingerie she liked, and giggled at some that were a bit more “tacky” or “racy”.

Then she stopped in front of a display of sexy, short nightgowns, and said, “Wow… that is so cute,” reaching for a nightgown and holding it in front of her.

Looking at the nightgown, as she held in front of her, I felt my dick twitch in my jeans. I briefly glanced away from her, canlı bahis and towards the display. The sign said ‘Baby Doll Nightie”. Then, looking to the right of the display, I noticed a table full of matching silk, french cut panties.

Looking back at Brooke, I noticed that the the baby doll nightie she was holding up was light blue. It had thin shoulder straps that attached to the top of the bralette. The straps and bralette were opaque and made of silk, before giving way to a sheer, transparent lace just below the breast line, The see-through lace extended down to Brooke’s jeans, just above her mid-thighs.

I stood, transfixed, staring at Brooke as she held the the nightgown against her body, over her clothing.

She asked, “Well, what do you think?”

Still standing if front of her staring, I did not answer, when she asked again, “Shawn? What do you think?

Trying to regain my composure, I stuttered, “… Uh… wow… I like it…”

Brooke giggled, “I take it ‘you approve’?”

Trying to pull myself together, I replied, “Uh… absolutely,” then I asked, “When… When can I see you model it for me?”

Smiling at me sexily, and still giggling, she replied, “Be a good boy, and we’ll see.”

I watched as she flipped through the rack of nightgowns searching for her size. I stepped over to help her and asked her what size she was looking for, when, just then, she pulled one off of the rack. She said, “Here’s one… a 0-2.”

Then, flipping through the matching panties, she picked up a pair, and held them up in front of her.

I felt beads of sweat on my forehead, as she said, “I want these… C’mon, let’s go to the register.”

Walking up alongside of her, I said, “Brooke, let me get those for you.”

She quickly replied, “Nope… You’re not paying for these. These are for me… but I’ll wear them for you,” as she smiled, winking at me.

After leaving the mall, we drove straight to my house. We arrived at 4:00, an hour before my mom told me we would be having dinner. I held the door open for Brooke, who looked nervous as we entered the house. As I walked in behind her, I grabbed her hand and held it, leading her from the entryway, into the kitchen, where I heard my mom talking.

As we entered the kitchen, I suddenly stopped short. I saw, and heard, Mrs. Mills talking to my mom. Her back was to me and she was sitting across from my mom at the kitchen table.

Seeing us enter, my mom quickly stood up from the table, as she smiled and walked directly toward Brooke. She said. “You must be Brooke… So happy to meet you,” as she gave her a hug.

Mrs. Mills turned and looked at me, giving me a smile that I thought looked a little too sexy considering the circumstances. She said, “Hi, Shawn.”

Flustered, I could only reply, “Uh… Hi.”

Turning her attention to Brooke, she smiled at her. I finally got some composure back, and said, “… Brooke, this is… um, uh… Mrs. Mills..”

Mrs. Mills stood, smiling, while extending her hand to Brooke, and said, “Nice to meet you.”

Shaking her hand, Brooke replied, “Nice to meet you, too,” then asked, with a hint of recognition in her eyes, “You’re a teacher at our school, right?”

Mrs. Mills, still smiling at Brooke, replied, “I’m not a teacher, but I work in the attendance office.”

“Oh… I don’t go to the office very often, but that’s why I recognized you,” Brooke replied cheerfully.

Mrs. Mills, still standing in the kitchen after shaking Brooke’s hand, began to walk toward the hallway, as she said to my mom, “Thanks for the coffee. I’ll let you guys get to dinner.”

My mom said, “OK, Gloria. Thanks for stopping by. We’ll see you later,” as she turned her attention back to Brooke.

As Mrs. Mills walked passed me, and towards the entryway, she lightly, and covertly, brushed her hand across the front of my pants, just below my waist, while looking me in the eyes. She smiled and said, “Bye, Shawn.”

Now completely unnerved, I stammered, “Uh… b-bye… Mrs. Mills.”

Seeing Brooke out of the corner of my eye, she appeared to notice that Mrs. Mills had passed just a little too close to me… But, a second later, it appeared to be forgotten, as my mom grabbed Brooke by the hand and led her to the kitchen table. Shortly after, my dad joined us in the kitchen where I introduced Brooke.

The dinner went off without a hitch, as Brooke seemed more at ease. My mom asked her what seemed like a million questions, and they generally engaged in small talk throughout dinner.

After dinner, I told my parents, “I’m taking Brooke home now. We have school tomorrow, and I know I have kaçak iddaa homework to finish.”

“Me too!” Brooke said, now seemly comfortable around my parents.

Before leaving, my mom made a big show of how happy she was to meet Brooke, giving her an overzealous hug at the front door.

Once in the car and on our way back to Brooke’s house, I said, “See? That wasn’t so bad.”

Brooke replied, “No. you were right… Your parents are very nice.”

As we continued driving, Brooke, I assumed making conversation, asked, “Is your mom’s friend… the lady from the attendance office your neighbor?”

I replied, “Mrs. Mills? Yeah, she lives next door to us.”

Brooke said, “She seemed very nice. I’ve seen her around the school before, but I didn’t know who she was.”

She continued, “She’s really pretty. I heard some boys at school call her a MILF,” Brooke continued, giggling at herself as she said the word ‘MILF’.

Feeling a little uncomfortable with the conversation, I forced a smile before replying, “I know. A lot of the guys at school think she’s pretty… Kind of a hot teacher fantasy, I guess.”

Brooke, with a bit of a mischievous smile, looked at me and asked, “Do you think she’s hot?”

I sat silently, looking at the road, trying to think of a way to answer her question, while also trying to figure out a way to change the direction of the conversation. After several seconds, looked over at Brooke and answered, “Well, I don’t know if she’s hot… but, I… I guess she’s pretty.”

I noticed that Brooke was closely studying my face as I answered her. I was pretty sure, at this point, that she purposely started this line of questioning based on my interaction with Mrs. Mills in the kitchen. Was the tension in the room that obvious? Did my nervousness show when I saw Mrs. Mills in our house? Did she notice the light brush Mrs. Mills gave me when she walked by?

Brooke didn’t question my response any further, and we quietly drove the last mile to her house.

When we arrived, Brooke said, “Come on in for a little while,” as she picked up the package from the lingerie shop and got out of the car.

I followed Brooke down the walkway, and after she unlocked and opened the door, I followed her into the house. She turned and kissed me on the lips as soon as we got inside. Then she pulled away, and said, “My parents texted me while we were driving home. They’re out to dinner with my sister… So, I thought you might like to see me in my new nightgown before you leave.”

Grinning, and nodding my head, I said, ” Yes… that would be nice.”

“You go sit on the couch in the family room. I’ll be down in a few minutes,” she replied, suppressing a bubbly giggle, as she skipped up the stairs.

After about five minutes, I heard light footsteps on the stairs. Looking towards the entry to the family room, I audibly gasped as Brooke appeared, wearing her new baby doll nightie. She stepped down into the room, and standing directly in front of me, she asked, exuberantly, “Well… What do you think?” as she threw her hands out to her sides.

Developing a fast rising erection under my jeans, I looked her over from the sofa. Her short, toned body fit perfectly under the light blue nightie. Her small breasts perfectly filled out the cups of the top of the nightgown. Her flat, firm stomach and bellybutton were easily discernible under the sheer lace below her breasts, with her light blue silk panties clearly visible just below.

Finally, I whispered, “Wow,” as I rose to my feet, intending grab Brooke and wrap myself around her.

Brooke put her finger up, shaking it, and said, “No… sit… I’ll come to you.”

I quickly dropped back down onto the couch as she approached me.

Brooke knelt down if front of me on the floor in front of the couch. She put her right hand on my right leg and began to caress it, slowly moving her hand up my leg. As her hand reached my crotch, she began to playfully tease the bulge in my jeans with the tips of her fingers.

As I reached towards Brooke’s breasts with my right hand, she playful pulled her body back and away. Smiling seductively, she said, “No touchy… yet.”

I dropped my hand back down to my side and figured I would just sit back and enjoy what Brooke had planned for me.

Brooke continued to massage the bulge in my pants, grabbing, and tugging at the denim outlining my hard cock. After several minutes of continuous groping over my jeans, I softly groaned, “I’m gonna have a mess to clean up in a minute… please take it out…”

She gave me a wicked smile, and said, “I will. If you answer a question.”

“Ask kaçak bahis it… hurry,” I replied eagerly, feeling like I may explode in my pants at any second.

Slowly, Brooke said, “I noticed how nervous you were around Mrs. Mills,” then she provocatively asked, “You have a crush on her, don’t you?”

I was unsettled by her question, but I was so sexually excited, I hesitated for only a split second, before I blurted, “Yes… I… I think Mrs. Mills is hot.”

Brooke smiled, looking down at my bulge, as she reached for the button on my jeans with both of her hands… unbuttoning it, then pulling my zipper slowly downward, before stopping.

She looked up at me again and asked, “You’d like to have sex Mrs. Mills, wouldn’t you?”

This really caught me off guard. I felt like she probably sensed some tension between me and Mrs. Mills in the kitchen, but I couldn’t believe she asked this question. My head was spinning in confusion, but my sexual lust was too much, and I replied, “Yes… I… I… want to fuck Mrs. Mills.”

Smiling again, Brooke looked down at my jeans and slowly began to tug them down, exposing my black, jockey sport underwear. When my pants got to my thighs, she reached back up and softly rubbed on my bulge, over my tight underwear.

Then, she put the fingers of both of her hands under the waistband of my underwear, before looking up at me again. She asked, “Is Mrs. Mills the older woman you told me about last night?”

I could hardly believe my ears. I thought, ‘How did she figure it out so fast?’ I didn’t know the answer to that question, but I was now 100% sure that she knew, and that I couldn’t lie to her.

So, not knowing what her reaction would be, I confirmed her theory, and replied, “Yes… Yes, I had sex with Mrs. Mills. She was the one I told you about last night… but, but, no one knows… please don’t tell anyone… she could really get in trouble if anyone found out.”

Brooke, still smiling, whispered back, “I won’t tell anyone… and… I think she’s hot, too,” as she wrenched my jockey shorts down to my thighs, my rock hard dick springing into view.

Brooke leaned down and slowly lowered her lips down, over my cock. First swirling her tongue over the head, before she dropped her face down, taking the entire length of my dick into her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat, as she let out a short gag, before lifting her head back up, her soft lips sliding back upwards over my sensitive shaft.

After the long session of teasing, I knew that I could not hold out any longer. Brooke, sensing the same thing, lifted her head off of my lap and put her hand on my cock. She gave it just one slow stroke downward, then, as her hand began working it’s way backup, I jerked my hips up and shot a load of cum straight into the air, the glob of semen landing in her dark hair, just above her forehead. Before she could put her hand over the the head my cock, another blast of cum erupted, hitting her in the chest, just over her breasts, above the top of her nightgown.

Brooke giggled, as she finally got her hand over the tip of my cock, blocking my semen, before it could shoot again.

My orgasm over, Brooke smiled, then stood, teasing me as she walked away, lifting her nightgown up and giving me a quick flash of her panty-covered ass.

Looking down, I saw that I had made a mess. There was cum was on the couch, on the floor, and all over my underwear and jeans. Brooke returned with a towel, knelt down if front of me and gently wiped the semen from my cock, balls and stomach. After she cleaned me up fairly well, she wiped off the couch and the floor.

She stood back up, and said, “My parents will probably be home soon and I need to go wash my hair,” as she reached up pulling at the now caked-on cum in her hair. She continued, “You better get going.”

I stood and pulled my underwear and pants back up. Holding Brooke’s hand, we walked to the door together. Before I left, she looked up and gave me a deep, affectionate kiss, before breaking away from my lips and opening the door.

As I walked down the brick pathway from her house, I looked back over my shoulder and saw Brooke was watching me, before she gently closed the door.

As I drove home, my head was swimming. I could not believe that Brooke figured out my secret. Was her intuition that good? Or, was I that obvious in the kitchen with Mrs. Mills? Or… did she see Mrs. Mills lightly brush my groin as she walked past?

This led me to more confusion… Brooke had questioned me about Mrs. Mills while teasing me sexually. It didn’t seem to bother her when I told her the truth. She even got more turned on, it seemed, as I admitted it to her… Did I actually hear her say, ‘I think she’s hot too?’

As I laid in bed that night, unable to sleep, I thought about everything that had happened today… What did all of this mean?

… To be continued.

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