Literotic asexstories – The Peeping Mom by AuthorApril,AuthorApril
Sitting in the darkness of her backyard, Kim King enjoyed the night air. Her husband and children were asleep and she thought it must be near midnight but she still wasn’t sleepy. She was tired from a long day of normal family activities–meal making, attention to the children and her husband, a bit of playtime in the yard after lunch–but sleep wasn’t coming to her so she decided to enjoy the quiet of the night.
Wearing only a thin cotton sleeping ‘T’ and matching gray Capri sleep pants, the cool air felt nice after the warmth of the day. Looking up into the night sky, she looked at the stars and the lone airplane that she’d seen high in the air. “I wonder where those people are traveling to at this time of night?” she’d wondered to herself. With almost no moon to speak of, it was very dark and from where she was reclining in her back yard, nobody would know she was there if she was completely silent.
As her mind wandered the lights of a car pulling into the Sweeney’s house next door pierced the darkness momentarily before the car straightened out in the driveway and she returned to the darkness when the engine shut off, also shutting the car lights as well.
She heard the car’s door slam shut and assumed it was Brandon, the Sweeney’s youngest child. Youngest–he was now 19 years old. Kim had known him since he was a young boy and had watched him grow up over the years. Now a sophomore in college, he was home for the summer and was working part-time. Probably out with friends or maybe a girlfriend? Brandon’s mother Joyce hadn’t mentioned that Brandon was dating anyone but things can change quickly Kim thought.
Her mind returned to the next day’s events. A grocery store trip was a must. Having the kids home during the summer really increased the amount of food she had to have on hand.
The night was once again pierced by light from the Sweeney’s house as a light was turned on in the downstairs bedroom. This had been their oldest son’s room for years but he was long gone from home–married and living across the country. Kim turned her head to see the source of the light.
She saw through the open blinds of the bedroom that it, in fact, Brandon who was up next door. Kim didn’t move from her position on the chair–she simply turned her head to the left and it provided a clear view. This was one part of her yard where there weren’t any trees or bushes to block her sightline. Apparently Brandon must have laid claim to his big brother’s old bedroom for the summer.
“Brandon certainly has grown up fast,” she thought to herself. “Seems like yesterday he was a little boy riding his bike around the neighborhood and now he’s done with his sophomore year in college. Time sure is flying!”
Bathed in the only light around, Kim watched Brandon move around the room before disappearing. Moments later he was back with a toothbrush in his mouth as put something on the dresser. With the bed between the window and the dresser, Kim couldn’t see what he was doing as he stood there for a few lingering seconds before disappearing back to what she knew was the small bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. The Sweeney’s were the only family she knew of in the neighborhood with a downstairs bedroom. The rest of the homes were all of similar layout and featured upstairs-only sleeping rooms.
Kim’s mind wandered to thoughts of the neighborhood and the changes that had taken place over time before she was brought back to the present when Brandon reentered the room. Standing and facing the bed, Brandon pulled the dark T-shirt from it’s tucked position in his jeans and up over his torso before removing it completely.
Almost instantly, as she stared at the young man’s bare chest, Kim realized she really shouldn’t be watching her young neighbor. “But, of course, he’ll close the blinds before progressing any further,” she thought to herself.
Brandon had developed a bit of chest hair, dark brown to match that on his head. But the muscular development of his chest was pleasant for her eyes to gaze upon. She was a fair distance from the window but even so, it was evident he not only was maturing, he was physically developing.
“Oh my God…” she thought to herself. “He’s undoing his belt.”
She knew she should look away but rather than turning away, she found herself rising up from the patio chair in the darkness–transfixed by the scene unfolding before her eyes.
Brandon unbuttoned the waist button, followed quickly by unzipping and the jeans were being pushed down his thighs. Kim saw the black briefs he was wearing as she silently walked nervously across her patio and onto the grass in her bare feet to get a closer view.
Brandon stood with the pants in his hand, eyeing them for something–perhaps a stain or something–as Kim came to a halt at the edge of her house. Still bathed in complete darkness, she knew her own relatively dark pajamas would help to conceal her presence.
The young man dropped the jeans to the floor and reached effortlessly to his waist to push the elastic waistband of the briefs down his hips. Kim stood transfixed as she first saw his pubic hair and then watched Brandon’s penis hang before him as he reached down to pick up both the underwear and jeans. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry as he once again began to inspect the denim closely. Kim ignored that activity and kept her eyes glued to his penis.
With a significant amount of brown pubic hair covering the area above his penis, Kim could see the limp shaft dangle and sway as his body moved every so slightly. The head looked small, light brownish/red in color. She could make out his scrotum, also covered with brown hair, but her eyes were glued to his limp shaft. It had been a long time since Kim had seen an adult male penis that belonged to anyone other than her husband.
Brandon turned to the right and disappeared from view. Kim thought momentarily that she should go inside but just as that thought entered her mind, Brandon reappeared in her view. This time she got to see his butt–tight and so very white. Clearly he wasn’t a nude sunbather! He reached in his dresser for something that was in the top drawer as she saw a glimpse of white as he turned once more her direction towards the bed.
Kim assumed he would put on some pajamas and crawl into bed but she was mistaken. Rather Brandon turned his back momentarily to the bed and said down. He almost instantly reclined on the bed, laying completely naked and allowing Kim to have a complete view of him. He didn’t move for a few seconds and once again Kim thought he’d be shutting out the light to go to sleep–and once again, Kim was mistaken.
Kim saw Brandon’s right hand, the one on the opposite side from the window, go to his crotch and grasp his limp shaft. He began to tug on his organ…
“He’s going to…” she silently said to herself. “He’s going to masturbate!”
Kim stood frozen in place as her young neighbor began to rub his limp penis. The shaft went from soft to hard in a fairly short period of time and she watched intently as he stroked himself back and forth, up and down. She looked around nervously as if to see if anyone was else was watching–like anyone else would happen to be in her yard at this hour of the night! Throwing better judgment to the wind, she took several steps forward to get an even better view of Brandon.
While technically there was nothing to hide her from view if anyone were to look between the houses, Kim knew that it would be a one-in-a-million chance that anyone would see her. But she kept her guard up nonetheless and took a hard look around to make certain there was nobody else that might come upon her. She could sense the pounding of her heart as her adrenalin was suddenly high.
Returning her view to Brandon, much closer to her as she edged a bit closer to the property line, she saw his cock was completely erect and he was stroking himself in a controlled rhythm. The purple head had expanded greatly as blood flowed through it and it was now a large knob on the end of Brandon’s erection.
“He sure seems comfortable–must have a lot of experience,” Kim thought to herself with an internal smile. “Everyone’s experienced by the time they’re Brandon’s age!”
She noticed that Brandon had his eyes closed and was slowly increasing the speed of his stroking.
“I wonder what is running through his mind right now?” Kim thought. “Was he on a date that left him in need of some sexual relief?”
As Kim stood and watched her young neighbor, she realized her right hand was rubbing her left breast. She didn’t recall having moved her hand at all and suddenly she found it was gently pulling on her nipple through the thin cotton top. Almost as soon as the realization hit her that she was playing with her erect nipple, she robotically moved her hand from her small breast and dropped it to her waist before inserting it under the elastic waist of her sleep pants.
Down her abdomen until she felt her own blonde pubic hairs touch her fingers. Soft and curly, she had always liked the feel of the soft hairs when she touched them. Her husband also appreciated her female hairs so it was a rare thing for her to shave it off. As the fingers continued downward, she felt her finger touch her clit but she snaked her finger down to her vaginal opening. Kim was surprised by the moist condition she felt between her legs. She hadn’t gotten “instantly wet” in many years so it was both a surprise as well as a pleasure to realize how quickly her arousal had been.
As Kim rubbed herself between her legs, her eyes were focused intently on the young man laying on the bed. His cock bobbed up and down slightly as his hand went back and forth. She had never seen a male masturbate–even her own husband–so while she had imagined it, seeing it actually happening was another level. Periodically Brandon would move his left hand to his hairy scrotum and gently pull on the skin.
“I wonder if that feels good or if he’s trying to prolong himself before he ejaculates?” she thought in her mind.
Kim noticed that Brandon’s thighs were bent just slightly at the knees–still resting on the bed but definitely not in a state of relaxation. She continued to watch his fingers go up and down on the shaft, continuing to increase in speed. Without breaking his stroke, he took his left hand across his body and reached for something hidden from Kim’s view. She saw that it was the white object he’d pulled from the dresser and in a second she realized it was a handkerchief. He expertly shook the folded item and in one shake, it was spread out wide. Brandon then paused his stroking for a moment as he laid the white hanky on his stomach and abdominal area, making sure it laid flat under his erect cock.
Resuming his stroking, Brandon’s legs tensed and she saw he was no longer bending them but rather they were fully extended. His body began to tense and Kim knew from her own masturbating experiences that Brandon was nearing his orgasm. She also increased her self pleasuring as she watched the young neighbor.
Brandon increased his tempo and was using only his index finger and thumb to hold his cock. And she noticed his strokes were very short–concentrated near the head of his penis. As that thought went through her mind, she saw him lift a part of the hanky up with his left hand and moments later she saw what she knew to be semen being ejected out of his cock. He continued to stroke furiously and several more blasts flew out of the purple glans into the white handkerchief.
As he finished his orgasm, Kim saw Brandon remove his hand from his shaft, dropping the engorged organ to fall towards his body and lay on the hanky. He didn’t move for about a minute, basking in the aftermath of the orgasm. Then using both hands, he used the handkerchief to wipe off the head of his cock. While definitely less in size and beginning to lose it’s erect form, his cock was still pointing more up than down as he stood up and wiped the last vestiges of semen from his penis. He took the cum-filled hanky and walked out of view towards the bathroom once again.
Kim meanwhile, still rubbing her own sexual organ, knew that she should clear out. She had seen far more than she could have ever imagined but something made her stay put. She slowed her own self pleasuring but kept her fingers rubbing her vaginal lips as she waited silently for Brandon to return. Rewarded moments later, she saw him carrying a pair of what looked like gym shorts and watched as he put them on. From the angle she had, she could only see his buttocks so she assumed his penis had returned to it’s normal non-erect form. Before he even touched the bed, he reached to the light on the nightstand and the room was enveloped in darkness.
Kim realized that the show was over and she knew that she had to get to bed herself. She slowly walked back to her own back door, her mind racing with a replay of the scene that Brandon had given her. She knew that sleep would not come easy to her in her current state of arousal but it was far too late to wake her husband for a ‘quickie.’
* * *
With her husband off to work the next morning and her children occupying themselves, Kim retreated to the privacy of the master bathroom. Locking the door, she pushed her shorts and her panties down to mid-thigh and leaned up against the wall while looking at herself in the mirror. Her right hand moved to her pussy and she inserted her middle finger up inside her. As she moved the finger inside her and slowly pulled it out before inserting back in, the scene of last night replayed in her head over and over. Brandon’s hard cock, his hand furiously stroking himself, the engorged purple head, the tensing of his body and the eruption of his semen–vividly played out in Kim’s brain. As her finger continued to enter her body with an in-and-out fashion, she used her thumb to rub against her enlarged clit. She knew that it would take only moments to get that familiar feeling when her orgasm would engulf her. She wished she could strip naked and masturbate on the bed but with the kids around, the standing method would have to do.
Faster and faster she moved her fingers, her palm rubbing against her soft blonde hairs, until she felt her body begin to quiver. Inserting both her index and middle fingers inside her wet opening, she moved her left hand to rub her clitoris. In seconds her body tensed and she felt a rush of adrenaline that left her gasping for breath. The orgasm rushed through her, exciting every nerve in her body and she moaned out loud–only to catch herself so that she wouldn’t have anyone interrupting her with questions about the unusual noise. She felt momentarily she might collapse but by leaning against the painted wall, she used her weight to position herself and prevent any problem.
Kim opened her eyes and saw the scene of a middle aged mom with her fingers in her vagina, her panties stretched out at mid-thigh and a look of total bliss on that woman’s face!
She pulled her fingers out of her opening and brought them to her face. Covered with a sheen of juice, she sniffed them as she always did after masturbating. It was a habit she’d had since she first began to pleasure herself years ago. And following her habits, she inserted the two fingers into her mouth and used her tongue to lick her fingers clean. Another intimate trait developed from many years of experience.
Walking a step forward to the sink, Kim washed her hands and dried them. Then waddling to the toilet, she used toilet tissue to clean up between her legs before sitting down to empty her bladder.
* * *
Later that afternoon while watering plants and flowers in the back of her house, Kim was lost in her thoughts when she heard a friendly, “Hello Kim!” from next door. Looking towards the Sweeney’s, she saw Joyce Sweeney walking towards her. For a moment Kim tensed up–for no legitimate reason–but she saw the smile on Joyce’s face and realized there was nothing to worry about.
The two women conversed with one another as Kim continued to spray water on her flowers adjacent to the patio. As they gradually made their way in the direction of the Sweeney’s house, Kim couldn’t help but look at the window where she’d seen so much last night–or was it actually this morning?
As the women talked with one another, their conversation was interrupted by the sight of Brandon coming out of the back of the house. One again, Kim instantly tensed up upon seeing the young man–although this time he was dressed. Thankful for the sunglasses she was wearing, she couldn’t help but stare at his crotch as he walked across the Sweeney’s back yard and into the Kim’s own yard. Ironically he ended up standing almost exactly where Kim had been standing the night before as she had watched him pleasure himself.
“You certainly have grown up and filled out Brandon. Just last night I was thinking about you and realized that you’re already done with two years of college. It seems like just yesterday you were tearing around here on your bike and now you’re halfway through college,” Kim said to the bashful young man.
Joyce, a proud mother, added her amazement of her son’s seemingly rapid growth from youth to adulthood.
After some additional discussion, Brandon confirmed with his mother the items he needed to get from the store for her and excused himself. Kim once again watched him as he walked away, looking at his legs and recalling his butt from her voyeuring experience.
“He’s a good kid,” Joyce said. “I am glad he found a job. He’s working for Kearney & Company from 3 ’til 11 helping to restock. He’s making good money but unfortunate for him, it prevents him from having much of a night life. By the time he’s done, his friends are all in bed and he gets home around 11:30 or midnight. But he has time for fun when he’s away at school.”
“Does he have a girlfriend Joyce?” Kim asked.
“No. For whatever reason, he doesn’t have much success with girls. I’m not sure why. I mean, I’m his mom so I’m biased but I would think he’d be fighting off the girls. I think he’s too shy around them. He needs one gal to pop open his personality and make him comfortable. Then we’ll see the girls…”
“Anyone in mind? You seem to have that scenario figured out for him.” Kim asked.
“No, no. I didn’t mean it that way Kim. Well, you know, it’s just a mother’s perspective. He might meet one gal, fall in love and get married. Who knows? I just think he needs someone to unlock his love potential and then we’ll see a different Brandon. None of his siblings seemed to have the challenges with the opposite sex that Brandon does,” Joyce added.
Her mind wandering back to the scene not far from where the two women were standing, Kim contributed, “I’m sure he’ll do just fine with the ladies. We all needed experience at one point in our lives and Brandon will find the right woman to show him the ropes!”
As the conversation drifted to other topics, Kim’s mind kept replaying the scene with Joyce’s son from the previous night over and over again.
* * *
Once again sitting in the darkness of her backyard, Kim nervously enjoyed the night air. Her husband and children were fast asleep but her adrenaline was keeping her awake. The scene from 24 hours ago had been too much for her to pass up the opportunity to see if Brandon would have a repeat performance.
Kim was again wearing the thin cotton sleeping ‘T’ and matching sleep pants she’d worn the night before. She tried to pass the time by looking into the night sky and bidding her time. Kim was jolted into reality when the headlights of Brandon’s car pulled into the Sweeney’s driveway. As was the case the night before, with the shutting off of the engine the area was bathed in darkness.
She heard the car’s door slam shut and she nervously stood and walked along the rear of her house. She waited breathlessly, her heart pounding, as she waited to see what might transpire. Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes seemed like hours. Maybe he was going to watch TV? Maybe he was sleeping in another room? Maybe he would close the blinds and close off the view she had?
Kim’s patience was rewarded when Brandon walked in the room carrying a bottle of water. Much like last night, he was dressed in a dark T-shirt and denim jeans. After setting the water on the nightstand, he pulled the T-shirt off and tossed it out of view.
“Typical male” Kim thought to herself. “Take it off, throw it on the floor.”
After sitting down on the edge of the bed to remove his socks, Brandon stood up and began to undo his jeans. His back was to the window so Kim didn’t get to see him from the front but could imagine what exactly he was doing. In a moment the jeans were being pulled from his body and his green briefs came into view. He sat again on the edge of the bed to remove the jeans and unlike last night, he didn’t bother to inspect them. He then fell backwards and put his legs in the air as he stripped the briefs off his body and sat back up to pull them from his ankles. Kim could see the top part of his butt crack as he sat on the bed.
Brandon stood up and bent over, exposing his entire butt to Kim’s view. She thought for a moment she could see his balls hanging between his legs but the view was brief and she was a bit far to know for certain what she actually saw. He turned to his left and she got a good view of his penis once again, flaccid and dangling down. Brandon then took a couple of steps and was out of view.
Throwing caution to the wind, Kim left the safe confines of the darkness of her house’s protection and cautiously walked towards the Sweeney’s house. It was dark but she had now crossed onto her neighbor’s property–a big step in many ways. She stayed to the side of the window and peered in at an angle.
She could see Brandon’s nude backside as he brushed his teeth. His body blocked the view in the bathroom mirror so Kim eyed his young buttocks. Pale and hairless, as far as she could tell, it was an attractive male rear-end. Not that she’d seen a lot of them but she knew when saw it, she liked it! He had muscular legs and that continued on up to his butt.
Brandon finished and turned out the light as he walked back towards the bed and Kim’s position. She instinctively backed up in the darkness as he walked into the room. Her eyes were fixed upon his swaying penis. Being this much closer to him, she saw he was endowed with a penis roughly the same size as her husband’s. She watched as he once again turned his back to the open window and opened a dresser drawer. However he had a thick growth of brown pubic hair on his abdomen, scrotum and inner thighs.
“He’s hopefully getting another handkerchief,” she thought to herself. As Brandon closed the drawer, Kim saw white material in his hand and realized she was in luck!
The young man turned and laid on the bed just as he had the night before, his cock flopping up so it was pointed towards his navel but nowhere near any sort of erect form. Tonight he began by spreading the white hanky out on his abdominal area before he touched himself and then dropped his left hand to his side. Kim watched as he grasped his cock with his right hand’s fingers and began to rub himself slowly.
As he had the previous night, Brandon used his entire hand to stroke his limp penis. She watched from the darkness as it began to magically extend itself and become firm. The shaft became thicker and she swore the head tripled in size once the purple flesh became filled with blood. Dropping several fingers aside, Kim watched in amazement as Brandon stroked himself. From where she was standing Kim could not see Brandon’s face so she wasn’t sure what he was doing–were his eyes closed or open?–but she was content with the view she had.
For several minutes the young man pleasured himself and Kim could sense the ever increasing state of arousal as Brandon’s body began to change, muscles slowly tensing, his stroking becoming faster and more rhythmic. Kim reached up to her own breasts and began to rub and pinch her nipples though her top as she watched Brandon’s pleasuring. She knew it was only a short time before she’d see his orgasm once again.
Without warning, Kim saw the first ejaculation of white fluid shoot from his penis–he hadn’t gotten the handkerchief up in time to catch it and it blotted across his stomach and chest. He didn’t break his rhythm and as his thumb and index finger continued their up and down motion, blast after blast of semen came from inside his body and flew through the air before landing on his skin or some on the hanky. After his last spurt, he dropped his cock with his right hand and Kim watched as he rubbed the fluid that had landed on his skin in as if it was lotion. She was amazed to see a man do that.
After that skin was rubbed dry, Brandon took the handkerchief in both hands and began to clean himself up. He rubbed the material around the penis and then wiped the little semen that had ended up on his dark pubic hair as well. After he was content with the cleaning effort, he swung his legs around to the floor and sat up. Standing he walked towards the bathroom and deposited the soiled handkerchief out of Kim’s view. Turning around he walked back to the bed, his penis still in a state of semi-arousal. Kim watched as his penis bounced around as he walked, noting the slight curvature of the organ compared to her husband’s own sexual part. In an instant, the light was extinguished and the room was in total darkness. And so was Kim as she snuck back home…
* * *
Several days passed after Kim’s second voyeur experience. It would have been nice to make it a nightly ritual but she knew that she couldn’t push her luck. One of these days her husband–or Brandon–might find out about her midnight adventures and that wasn’t something she wanted to have occur.
Kim thought about her two experiences many times–it was helpful to her as she pleasured herself occasionally to think back to what she’d witnessed. It also made her think about other men doing the same thing. Brandon, his father, his older brother, other men she knew in her life. Did they all do that? So sexy to think of what it would be like to observe others.
Kim also thought about the conversation with Brandon’s mother about his lack of a girlfriend and needing experience. Such a nice looking guy and yet he was limited in his sexual experience. He needed someone to teach him.
* * *
With the kids gone to grandma’s for the week, Kim had plans to accomplish several tasks around the house while she had the place to herself. Eliminating kids clothes that were no longer needed, straightening the attic so the Christmas boxes weren’t always in the way, updating family photos. All the things that went to the “back burner” when daily life was too busy to deal with them.
As she worked in the attic, she realized that there were boxes that needed to be sorted through and probably eliminated. There wasn’t a lot of them but many had had things added to them over the years and none were marked. It was after lunch and with the summer sun beating down on the roof, it became too hot to continue.
After cooling off a bit, the 42 year old blonde decided to head outdoors to water the flowers in the back. The summer air was warm but definitely pleasant in comparison to the heat she’d been putting up with the attic. The back of the house was shaded by the house itself so she went about the task without having to be concerned with the sun beating down on her. More than once she glanced to “the window” as she had learned to think of it in her mind. There was no sign of life at the Sweeney’s and she assumed that Brandon was likely already at work.
As she was wrapping up her watering, Joyce Sweeney came out the back of her house and noticed Kim. The two women hollered across the yard at each other briefly before Kim walked over to the Sweeney’s patio to continue the conversation in a more reasonable tone. Joyce had made sun tea and offered Kim a glass. As Joyce was fixing the drink, Kim made herself comfortable on a chair and the two women chatted in the shade of the Sweeney’s house.
Kim told Joyce what she’d been up to and also the fact it was too hot to continue in the attic. As they talked about Kim’s plans, Joyce suggested moving the boxes from the attic to a downstairs location so she could dig through them in relative comfort.
“I thought about that but I can’t get them down myself. They’re too heavy and with John at work, I don’t have any other option,” Kim indicated.
“Kim–Brandon can bring them down for you. First thing in the morning. He’s free until mid-afternoon,” his mother offered.
“I can’t ask him to do that. He doesn’t want to spend his summer hauling boxes for his neighbors!” Kim replied.
“Don’t you worry about that Kim. He’ll be more than happy to help you out. I will call him later today and tell him to be prepared to help you out tomorrow morning.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to force him into something Joyce,” Kim said.
“He’ll be more than happy to help you out if you need it. He’s always enjoyed being around you–you know he’s always had a little crush on you anyway,” Joyce replied with a grin.
“A crush? On me? Seriously Joyce–where did you come up with that? I’m old enough to be his mother.”
“Oh Kim, don’t worry. It’s nothing to fret about. Most boys go through a stage where some older female–a neighbor, an cousin, a teacher–catches their fancy. When Brandon was ‘coming of age’ his Dad and I both saw the way he got nervous around you. His eyes always got sort of ‘big’ and he’d stare at you. You have to have seen that…” Joyce commented.
Embarrassed by Joyce’s comment Kim replied, “I saw him stare but I always thought it was simply that he was afraid of me. I never, ever thought of it being a crush! Wow.”
“Well, it was. You know a sort of ‘puppy love’ or something like that,” Brandon’s mother offered.
“I wish I’d known. I hope I never did anything to lead him on or…” Kim said.
She was cut off by Joyce: “No, you never did anything. It’s natural Kim. Don’t worry about it. He’s grown up and I’m sure he’s long forgotten about ‘the sexy mom next door’ or however he viewed you.”
Both women laughed at that comment.
* * *
The figure appeared at the back door around 8:45 a.m. Kim looked up and saw it was Brandon. Her heartbeat instantly increased when she saw his face and realized who it was.
“Oh goodness. I’m so embarrassed right now,” Kim thought to herself as she walked to the door. “What if he saw me outside the window?”
Dressed in a pair of old blue cotton gym shorts and a relatively thin white T-shirt, Kim had dressed for comfort. She knew it would be warm in the attic even in the morning. Plus she didn’t want to wear anything that, if soiled, would be ruined.
Opening the sliding door, she greeted Brandon. He was wearing similar attire: a tight black T-shirt that hugged his physique and a pair of tan shorts, along with athletic shoes. While she was already well aware of the fact he had no significant fat on his body–ANYWHERE!–he did look more muscular with the tight shirt on.
“Hello Mrs. King. Mom said you needed some help with stuff in your attic.”
“Brandon–you are so terrific to volunteer to help me. It shouldn’t take that long. I’m going to guess this is the last thing you want to do so I’ll try to get you done quickly,” Kim replied.
“Hey, it’s no problem Mrs. King. I don’t mind. I’ve got nothing else going on today before I go to work. You know how it is. If I weren’t here helping you’d, I’d probably just be laying in bed asleep or something…” he replied.
“Or something?” Kim thought to herself. “Yes, I know what ‘or something’ really means!”
“Before we get started Brandon, I have a special request for you.”
“What is that, Mrs. King?”
“No more ‘Mrs. King’ this morning. Please call me Kim.”
“Kim? Well, if you insist but I don’t mind Mrs. King either. It’s what I’ve always known you as…” he replied.
“I understand but you’re at a point where I think we can get by on a first name basis if that’s okay with you?” Kim asked.
“Sure. But I can’t promise I’ll remember it,” Brandon replied back.
“Well try your best. When you call me Mrs. King I sort of feel like I’m old and shriveling up.”
“Oh no–you’re not shriveling up. Or old. You’re really still young to me.”
“Thanks Brandon but I’m old enough to be your mother!” Kim retorted with a smile. “Well, let’s get upstairs and get this project started.”
As they walked through the house to the stairs, Kim made idle chatter about Brandon’s job and how that was going. They climbed the steps and entered the master bedroom.
“I’ve never been in here before,” Brandon said with some embarrassment as soon as he realized what he’d said.
“Well this is where we sleep. Looks just like any other bedroom probably,” Kim replied to help ease his embarrassment.
The young man looked around the room, noting the condition was simply perfect. Not a wrinkle on the bedspread, the dressers decorated with family photos and not a single dirty item of laundry to be seen–something Brandon wasn’t accustomed to in his own bedrooms.
“How we do get in the attic?” he asked.
“We go into the closet and there’s steps that fold down,” Kim answered.
“Okay. We have the same thing in our house but the steps are in the hallway instead of a closet. I wonder why they put them in the closet in this house?” he said.
They walked to the twin doors that opened the closet. Kim opened them both wide and Brandon looked in to see clothes split between Kim on one side and her husband on the other. He saw dresses and other obvious female clothing of Kim’s and paused a bit longer than he should have to check things out. That pause didn’t go unnoticed by his neighbor.
Kim pulled the steps down with the rope and turned the lights on in the attic before beginning the semi-vertical climb up the steps. It was almost like using a wooden ladder but at least the steps were wider than a traditional ladder.
As Kim started up, she realized that Brandon would most likely be looking at her rear end as she climbed up. “Nothing I can do about that now…” she thought, “…and I hope he enjoys the view!”
And while she couldn’t see it, Brandon was definitely watching the woman of the house head upstairs. He looked at her legs–smooth and relatively tan–before his eyes moved to her rear. As she was slightly bent as she ascended the ladder, the shorts she had on tightened some around her butt and he could make out her panties through the cotton shorts as she moved just in front of him.
“I’m right behind you,” Brandon said as Kim got to the top of the ladder and into the attic. He quickly followed her up and they stood in the attic area and surveyed the situation.
“I’d like to move these boxes downstairs and go through them,” Kim said pointing to a series of cardboard boxes along with some heavy duty plastic storage tubs. All told there were probably 12-15 containers to be taken downstairs.
“Where do they go once they’re downstairs?” Brandon asked.
“Well that’s a good question. It could take me several days to get through them and I hate to leave them in the bedroom. Let’s at least get them down there and I’ll figure out where we go from there,” Kim indicated.
While the light in the attic was far from bright, it was enough to allow Brandon the opportunity to continue to check out Mrs. King’s body. “She’s got a great body for an older woman,” he thought to himself. “Nice butt. I’d love to see her tits.”
Kim paid no attention to the young man and was unaware of his gazes. She looked inside various boxes and divided them up to ensure only certain containers made the trip downstairs.
After they had determined what was going down, they talked about what the best process was to move them. It was finally determined that Kim would stay in the attic and pass the boxes to Brandon, who would climb the ladder partially and collect the contained from Kim before going back down and placing the box in the master bedroom.
He took the first box down himself and placed it on the floor along the wall by the window. He was warm from having been in the attic but it was much cooler in the King’s bedroom. He paused for a moment and surveyed the room. There was something erotic about being alone in Mrs. King’s bedroom. His mind wandered…
Catching himself, he went back into the closet and saw as he entered Kim’s legs hanging down the opening. She had sat down on the wood floor of the attic and had her legs down the opening and resting on one of the ladder’s steps.
“What a great view!” Brandon thought to himself as he gazed at his neighbor’s legs.
Starting back up the ladder, he realized that he was essentially headed straight up almost between Kim’s thighs. He got to where his head was about even with her ankles as she handed him the next container.
This process was repeated over and over a number of times. One box was quite heavy so as he waited on the ladder, he saw Kim was having problems lifting it as easily as she had the others so he took another two steps up and found his face was right between Kim’s opened knees. He couldn’t help himself as he reached up to help her with the heavier box–he took a glance at her crotch.
“Pink panties,” he saw. “That is so sexy to see her underwear.”
As the weight was shifted from the attic floor onto his arms, Kim said, “Are you sure you can get that safely?”
As Brandon was replying that he was okay, Kim noticed his stare at her crotch as he began the descent down the ladder.
“He was staring at my crotch!” she thought to herself.
As he departed from view below her into the bedroom, Kim took a quick look between her legs and realized that at the most, Brandon might have seen her panties. She quickly pushed one leg opening of the shorts a bit more to the center and thought, “If he wants to see my panties…”
“I think I’m going to need more help with this next one as well Brandon. It’s heavy as well,” she called out as she sensed his return to the closet floor.
Without hesitation Brandon took the same position as last time–his face only about a foot from Kim’s crotch. He noticed her shorts had gotten pushed more to one side, probably from twisting he surmised, and he could easily see the pink cotton of her panties as he looked up the opening by her leg. The elastic was tight around the leg opening or he could have seen a lot more.
Kim purposely kept her head turned away as if focused on the box that she was struggling with. While it wasn’t that heavy, she made a point of having trouble with since she was quite certain that her young neighbor was enjoying the view.
As she moved the box to Brandon’s waiting arms, she once again saw his eyes quickly glance back one more time to between her legs while he began his descent.
Kim readjusted her shorts so they weren’t quite so blatantly open, knowing that it would be a disappointment to Brandon. The remaining boxes were relatively easy to pass down to Brandon and while she noticed his eyes were wandering, she knew there wasn’t likely much more for him to see.
After the last box was done, Kim remained seated on the attic floor with her legs on the ladder. Her knees were spread open in a natural fashion for how she was seated and Brandon stood on the closet floor looking up.
“Are there any more Mrs. King?” he asked.
“I’m not sure or not…and it’s KIM, isn’t it?” she said with humor.
“Uh, yes, sorry. Kim. Yes, Kim.”
“Okay, I guess that’s it. I’m coming down now,” Kim said and stood up and began to ‘walk down’ the ladder stairs. It wasn’t easy or safe but she decided it was just as easy to do so rather than to climb up and turn around. As she started down, Brandon stood and watched her–extending his arms as she got closer to the floor.
About three steps from the bottom she reached out for Brandon’s hands and said innocently and playfully, “Catch me Brandon!” and she exaggerated her short fall forward into his arms while laughing. She knew that she had control of her weight and it wasn’t dangerous to Brandon.
As Mrs. King came down into his arms, Brandon couldn’t help but reach out and within a second realized his left hand had initially grasped her right breast before continuing on to her side and back as her momentum carried her forward and completely into his arms. They ended up with their faces inches from one another with Brandon’s strong arms wrapped around Kim’s body.
“Well, that’s about the most pleasant descent down steps I’ve ever had,” Kim said.
“I’m sorry about that,” Brandon said as Kim stood up and he released his grip on her.
“Sorry about?” Kim questioned.
“You know, uh, grabbing you.”
“Grabbing me? I sort of fell into you–oh! You mean when you touched my breast Brandon?” Kim asked.
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry about that. Gravity carried me into you and it wasn’t your fault that your hand ended up right where my breast was headed,” Kim replied.
“Okay. But I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”
“Brandon–it’s just a breast. Yes, I know you don’t go around grabbing them everyday but it’s not a big deal. I’m sure you’ve felt breasts before and you’re certainly going to feel them in the future,” Kim said.
Silence. Total silence.
“Have you felt a woman’s breast before Brandon?” Kim asked as she looked the taller male in the eye.
“Uh…” Brandon stammered.
“Brandon? You can be honest with me. Was that your first touch?”
“Yeah,” he responded and looked away from her as he said the word.
“Brandon? Let me have your hands. Come on…let me have them,” Kim said as she reached to his sides. Grasping both of his large hands, she moved them up and placed one on each of her B-cup sized breasts.
Brandon instantly pulled away but Kim’s hold on this hands quickly pushed them back on her chest.
“You can feel them Brandon. They’re just female breasts. They’re not even very large. And they’re certainly not going to hurt you,” she said.
Brandon very gently kept his hands cupped around Mrs. King’s breasts–he didn’t dare move his hands because he so wanted to continue the experience. But he was also scared. She was right: her breasts weren’t large and she did have a bra on but these were the first female breasts he’d actually been able to touch without being pushed away so they felt wonderful. He relished at the softness of her fleshy mounds.
“Mrs. King–I don’t think I should be doing this. My parents…” he said.
“Brandon–your parents will never know,” Kim said as she dropped her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m going to remove my hands Brandon. I don’t want you to.”
As she dropped her hands to her sides, she felt him gently squeeze her tits a little harder.
They stood and looked at each other, their eyes locked on one another. Brandon’s hands remained locked in place. He so wanted to move his hands around, perhaps feel her nipples. But he didn’t dare move a muscle.
“Brandon? Let’s go in the other room.”
Dropping his hands, Brandon turned and walked with Kim into her bedroom. She stopped at the foot of the bed, surveying the boxes and containers along the wall.
She sat down on the carpet and patted the floor next to her.
“Sit next to me Brandon.”
The young man bent to sit and when he did, Kim moved around him and got into a position where they were only inches apart facing one another. Kim had to look up to the taller man and when she did, she leaned in and kissed Brandon.
Brandon was taken aback by the kiss momentarily but quickly was lost in the kiss. Mrs. King! His neighbor! She was kissing HIM! And then he felt her tongue gently part his lips and his mouth opened, his tongue coming into contact with hers. Nature took its course and their tongues got into a romantic tussle. And as Kim’s body turned more to him, his hand went up and once again felt her left breast.
Their kissing continued for several minutes. Brandon continued to gently kneed her breast, finally having enough confidence to reach out and feel her erect nipple despite the fact it was trapped beneath the T-shirt and bra.
As they broke their embrace, Kim panted. “Wow Brandon! You can really kiss!”
She leaned back and said, “Don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.”
Kim jumped up and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“What’s she doing?” he wondered. He heard water run for just a moment and then shut off.
The door opened and Kim walked back out directly to him. She sat down closer to him than she had a few minutes earlier–almost in his lap. She leaned forward and they began to kiss one another again. Kim grasped for Brandon’s left hand and moved it back to her breast.
Instantly Brandon realized there was no longer a bra between his fingers and Kim’s breast. Only the thin cotton of the T-shirt. She’d removed her bra!
Kim’s kissing intensified as Brandon played with her nipple. It was clear to him how erect it was and he was mystified by the unseen tip of her breast. Their tongues continued to twirl and twist with one another before Kim once again pulled back and caught her breath.
“Brandon? My shirt. Pull it off…”
The young man paused as he looked into Kim’s eyes. Was Mrs. King really offering him the opportunity to see her topless? This was a fantasy he’d had for most of his life.
Without waiting any longer, he reached to her waist and grasped the T-shirt, pulling it up over her body above her breasts. He saw her nipples, reddish-pink in color and definitely pointed out from her body in a clear state of erection. He continued as she held her arms straight up in the air and he pulled the shirt completely off.
As Kim straightened her hair, she said quietly, “Touch them Brandon. Go ahead. Don’t be shy.”
Brandon reached out to her breasts and began to rub them both. The nipples were centered so perfectly to his eyes. Dark, nice and round. His fingers tweaked each nipple and he saw the look of pleasure on Kim’s face as he touched the dark centers.
“Brandon. Why don’t you lie on your back?” Kim said before she quickly leaned in and gave him a kiss.
Unsure as to what her thoughts were, Brandon reclined on the soft carpet. Moving to her hands and knees, Kim positioned herself so her upper body was over Brandon’s face. She lowered herself so her right nipple came down directly into his waiting lips. He began to kiss the nipple, then his tongue snaked out and licked it. Then he had both lips on the nipple and was sucking it like he was nursing. Her body was on fire and she assumed his was as well.
Kim pulled up and move a few inches before lowering herself once again and allowing her left breast to receive the attention the right one had enjoyed. Brandon once more began to suckle from her small breasts and she reached to his exposed midriff to rub his body hair. As Brandon sucked on her left nipple, he took his hand and began to gently squeeze her right breast.
Kim positioned her right knee so it was between Brandon’s legs–just barely touching the crotch of his shorts.
“He’s learning,” Kim thought to herself, “But I need to go very slowly.”
went the telephone–starting both of them.
Kim leaned up, quickly glancing at the clock and seeing 1:45 on the dial as she crawled over to the phone laying on the nightstand.
“Hello? Hello Joyce. Yes, we’re almost done. It took longer than we thought it would but Brandon’s been a great help. We’re doing more than we thought we would so it’s taking longer. I may ask him to come by tomorrow to help some more–if he’s open to it. But he’ll be heading home in a few minutes. I know he’s ready to get out of here. Okay. Good-bye.”
Brandon was on his knees looking across the end of the bed at his topless neighbor. Seeing Mrs. King like this was the dream of his lifetime.
“That was your Mom and she wanted to remind us what time it was so you’re not late for work.”
“Wow…yeah, I see the time. I sure don’t want to go to work today,” he replied.
“Brandon? You need to go to work. We can continue this some other time. If you’re interested?,” Kim responded.
“Interested? Heck yeah! But what about, well, you know…”
“Brandon. What we’ve done stays between us. Always and forever. Do you understand?” Kim asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
“Do you think you’d like to come back tomorrow morning to help me some more?” Kim asked with a sly grin on her face.
“Definitely. Actually Mom’s gone tomorrow so I can come over whenever you’d like. Even if I have to get up early.”
“Why don’t you come around back again about 7:45 or 8 a.m.? That sound good?” Kim asked, knowing it would be a relatively short night for the young man.
“That’s fine. I don’t mind getting up early,” he replied. “Well, I better get going so Mom isn’t calling here again.”
“Before you go, give me a kiss Brandon.”
The two stood up and walked towards one another and kissed each other, tongues touching again. As they broke apart, Kim held Brandon in place. She moved his hand back up to her breast and helped him gently squeeze her naked bosom one more time.
Bending over, she picked up her T-shirt and put it back on before grasping Brandon’s hand and gently pulling him out of the room.
As they stopped behind the safety of the front door, Kim once again reiterated, “I’ll see you in the morning but you can’t say anything to anyone–ever!”
“I won’t. You can trust me Mrs. King, er, Kim.”
Kim leaned forward and on her toes kissed him softly on the cheek before saying, “You need to get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow” as she playfully tapped his butt.
Closing the door as he left, Kim leaned up against it lost in her thoughts.
* * *
That evening as Kim sat in the bathtub and shaved her legs, she reflected back on this afternoon’s events.
“I know he’s a virgin. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when he took my shirt off. I can’t wait to see what he’ll be like if he sees me like this,” the thought to herself with her right leg extend out and her pussy wide open as the razor was pulled across her thigh to remove any stubble on her smooth skin.
The short haired blonde wanted to make sure she was as attractive as possible so while it had only been two days since she last shaved her legs and arm pits, there was no harm in making her flesh as smooth to Brandon’s touch as possible.
As she finished in the bathtub and stood up, exiting before jumping in the shower to rinse off, she stopped at looked at her wet body in the bathroom mirror. Her breasts, while only a B cup, were still firm and attractive–she knew that from looks she received. Her stomach wasn’t at taunt as it was when she was Brandon’s age but overall her body was still darned attractive! Her pubic hair, darker than the hair on her head but still light enough to make sure she was a ‘blonde’ had been trimmed into a natural female’s ‘V’ and she wasn’t worried about excessive hair being a turn-off. She turned and looked at her butt in the mirror.
“All in all, not bad for an old lady,” Kim thought to herself.
* * *
Kim’s husband was up early and out of the house earlier than she had expected. Gone by 7 a.m., she once again jumped into the shower to make sure she was completely clean. She wasn’t sure what she wanted to wear this morning but decided to go as casual as she could. She looked through her panties and decided on a pair of hi-cut white cotton panties that had a scalloped lace waistband. They looked appropriately ‘sexy’ for a woman her age but didn’t it look like she was trying to be Brandon’s age. Kim looked down at her crotch to make sure no pubic hair was peeking out of her leg openings–that might be a big turn-off for the young man.
Deciding on a top was a big more challenging but she elected to go with a patterned sleepshirt–almost like a ‘long T’ for a woman but definitely a nightgown. A light blue color, it wasn’t risqué by being too transparent but it was cut low enough that her upper chest area skin was visible. She threw a light matching blue bathrobe on over it and looked at herself in her dresser mirror, seeing an attractive blonde lady looking back at her–prepared for an adventurous day that she had never anticipated in her wildest dreams!
As she made her way downstairs, she opened the blinds in the back of the house and went about straightening up out of nervous habit. The clock never seemed to budge as she kept glancing at it so she decided that she wouldn’t allow herself to check it again.
“What if he chickens out?” Kim thought to herself. “Maybe I scared him off yesterday? Maybe Joyce will give him something he needs to do?” The concerns were endless and she was busy worrying about what might happen when she heard a light knock once again at the back door. She looked up and saw Brandon through the glass door, dressed very similar to yesterday in a T-shirt and shorts.
She gestured for him to turn the handle as she had unlocked the door previously and he did, entering the King family room area once again.
As Kim looked at him she could see the nervousness on his face. “Poor thing–he’s scared to death!” she thought.
“Brandon–I’m so glad you came. I was just cleaning up…” Kim indicated.
“Good morning Mrs. King. I’m here again to, uh, help…” he said.
“Yes. To help. Why don’t you start helping by locking that door?”
Turning to lock the door, Kim glanced at his crotch and while she knew the shorts were baggy, she swore to herself, “He’s already hard.”
“Let’s sit down and talk for a few minutes Brandon,” she indicated, pointing to the kitchen table. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“No. I’m fine. Thanks.”
“I’m going to finish my tea,” Kim said as she sat down in the seat next to her young neighbor thinking of ways to put his nerves at ease.
“Brandon? I want to ask you some questions–have a real conversation with you. I know you’re going to get embarrassed but I am asking you to be 100% honest with me. I will never tell anyone anything you tell me this morning and I expect the same from you. We can both be as open with one another as possible and it’ll be so much easier for both us. Are you okay with that?” she asked with a big smile as she looked at her neighbor.
“Yeah. Sure,” he nervously replied.
“Let me start with a soft question: What did you think of yesterday? And I don’t mean moving the boxes!” she asked with a laugh.
“Mrs. King–uh, Kim–I thought yesterday was great. I mean I never thought that I’d ever get to, well you know…”
“Say it Brandon. No embarrassment allowed around here today.”
“I never thought I’d ever get to kiss you. Or feel your tits–I mean you breasts,” he responded.
“Brandon–you can say tits. Or pussy. Or fuck. Or any other dirty words you want. This stays between us always. You can’t be afraid or nervous with me Brandon.”
“Okay. I really like to rub your tits Mrs. King. I mean when I sucked on your nipples, that was like the highlight of my life!” he said.
“Well, I don’t think that’s quite accurate but I’m glad you enjoyed my body. I will admit to you that your sucking on them was so wonderful to me.”
There was a slight pause of silence.
“Can I share a secret with you Brandon?”
“Uh, sure.”
“When you left yesterday, I went back upstairs to put my bra back on and when I got upstairs I undid my shorts and pulled my panties down. Do you know what I found?” Kim asked.
“No.”
“My panties were soaked. You got me so excited that my pussy was as wet as it’s been in years. I wish you could have stayed to see how excited I was.”
“Wow. That’s so cool Mrs. King. I wish I could have stayed as well.”
“Brandon–what sort of sexual experience have you had? Be honest. Before we go too far, we need to make sure of some things.”
“Well…this is embarrassing to admit Mrs. King but I’m really inexperienced. I mean I’m a virgin so I guess I have no experience,” Brandon replied.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed Brandon. We all progress at different speeds. You’ve been on dates, haven’t you?” Kim inquired.
“Yeah. Sure. But nothing that led to sex.”
“So you’ve never been with a girl before sexually? Or a guy?” she added.
“Heck no! I mean, no. I’ve not been with a guy ever. I don’t want to do that. As for girls, furthest I’ve ever gotten is kissing and some touching. I used to go out with Carol Tornman–you know her–but she never let me do anything except rub her butt through her pants. We never did anything as cool as what we did yesterday,” he admitted.
“I’m so glad you enjoyed yesterday. I enjoyed it every bit as much as you did.”
Brandon looked in Kim’s blue eyes and she could note the rapidly decreasing levels of nervousness in the young man. She had noticed he was looking at her legs from time to time. Her legs were crossed as she sat next to him but her lower thighs were exposed at the point where the hem of the robe and gown came to an end with the smooth skin visible.
“Another question for you Brandon–drugs?”
“What do you mean?” he replied.
“Do you use any kind of drugs? You know, anything that you probably shouldn’t be using…” she said.
“Well, not really. I have smoked weed but everybody does,” he offered up tensely. “You can’t tell my folks–my dad wouldn’t understand that at all.”
“Brandon. This conversation stays here between us. I’m not going to tell you parents anything no matter what you tell me. We made that commitment to one another earlier so I want both of us to be honest–completely honest,” Kim replied.
“Okay. It’s just…my dad. If he found out, I’d be dead.”
“That’s between the two of you–I’m not involved in that at all. Just don’t smoke anything around my house and I’ll be silent. But you know you shouldn’t be doing that anyway!”
There was silence for a moment.
“I sound like a Mom, don’t I?” Kim said as she smiled at Brandon.
“Yeah. A lot like a Mom,” he replied.
They both laughed.
“Okay. No more ‘Mom’ from me. I promise,” Kim said. “I’ll tell you what, why don’t we go upstairs to my bedroom. Would you like that?”
“Oh yeah,” he instantly replied, his brain full of visions of yesterday.
As they left the kitchen and hiked up the carpeted steps, Kim in front of Brandon, she knew he was looking at the back of her legs and maybe even up the nightgown a bit. She began to get turned on.
As they turned the corner at the top of the stairs and entered the master bedroom, Kim was unbuttoning the robe. Before she turned around, she slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it onto the end of the bed.
Turning around, Brandon saw his neighbor clad in the thin cotton nightie and saw her nipples poking at the material. Kim watched his eyes and saw they were glued to the two points on her chest.
“Brandon? Would you like to take off my nightgown for me?” she asked.
“Uh, sure. I mean, ‘Yes’,” and he reached to her waist as she extended her arms straight up. He pulled the thin garment up and his eyes caught sight of her panties as he pulled it up over her breasts and over her head. He noticed the lace at the waist and wondered what her body looked like underneath the panties.
Dropping her arms to her chest and coyly covering up her breasts, Kim said, “You know it’s not fair–I’m almost naked and you’re fully dressed. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got Brandon?”
She leaned back and her butt touched the side of the bed as she kept her breasts covered with her hands, teasing the young man.
“You want me to, uh, strip here Mrs. King?” he asked.
“That’s exactly what I want Mr. Sweeney,” she replied.
“Uh, sorry. Kim. Kim. Hard for me to get used to that.”
He reached to his waist and unbuttoned his shorts. He then pulled his T-shirt up over his head and Kim saw his nude upper torso for the first time up-close. Not a hairy one many by any stretch but he did have brown hairs on his pectoral area and around his own nipples.
Brandon looked at Kim and she simply smiled and then blatantly glanced down to his crotch, indicating he should keep going. She knew instantly that had embarrassed him but he unzipped his shorts and they fell to the carpet without assistance. Kim could see his erection through the dark green cotton of his briefs.
Brandon stepped out of the shorts and pushed them to the side with his foot. He paused and looked at Kim, clearly nervous about his next action. With his hard cock pushing the green cotton material out from his body, Brandon felt a bit embarrassed. But after a moment, he hooked his hands to the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down his hips and down his legs.
His penis, somewhat familiar to Kim from her two previous voyeur episodes through the window, was sticking straight up at the ceiling. Brandon stepped out of his underwear and pushed it next to the shorts on the carpet. He looked up and made connection with Kim’s eyes. While he was nervous, he was also very excited.
“It’s wonderful Brandon. Really,” Kim said with a sigh.
“You think so? You’re the first woman to see it up-close. And the first person ever to see me when it looks like this,” he added.
Kim took two steps forward and leaning up on her tip-toes, she kissed Brandon. Just a sensual, lips-only kiss. As she did, she felt the hardness of his penis rub against the exposed skin above the waistband of her panties. She purposely leaned her body more against him so his cock was completely touching either her skin or the material of her panties.
Breaking the kiss, Kim fell back flat-footed and reached out to the young man’s erection with her right hand. Touching it gently she felt the familiar heat of a man’s penis. She softly stroked him and gently squeezed the purple head briefly.
“Oh God…that feels so good Kim,” he gasped.
“Do you masturbate Brandon?” she inquired.
“Yes. A lot,” he readily admitted.
“Everyone does. You’re not alone, trust me. You know what? I’d like to see you do that sometime. But not today. I think we can find other things to do without that,” she added as she continued to stroke his hard cock.
Bending over at the waist, she bent her head down and brought her face adjacent to Brandon’s cock head. He felt her warm breath on it as she exhaled.
With her head down, Kim asked, “Would you like me to suck you Brandon?”
Almost without waiting for a somewhat muffled response, Kim opened her lips and placed her tongue out as she made contact with Brandon’s cock. As her tongue licked the purple head, she heard an audible, “Ughhhhh!” from Brandon.
“I hope he doesn’t cum instantly,” she thought as she continued to lick his penis. Her hand dropped from holding the erect organ to his scrotum and she very gently massaged his hairy balls.
She then closed her lips around his cock and began to suck it with the skill of an experienced female. Dragging her tongue along the sensitive underside, over the head and sort of forcing the opening on the tip with her tongue, she wanted him to know what it felt like to have a woman suck his cock.
After about 90 seconds of her oral activities, she pulled off his cock and stood up. Brandon looked like a man in total bliss.
“I’d like to keep doing that Brandon but I’m afraid you’ll cum and I want to do some other things with you before you have that orgasm.”
Brandon didn’t say a word–clearly he was in a trance from the oral experience and wasn’t really capable of speaking a coherent word at the precise moment.
“Stay right here,” Kim said and she moved back to the bed. She laid down on it with her knees spread in the air and her heels on the cover. Other than her panties, she was totally nude.
Brandon noticed her crotch and could see the color of the cotton crotch was darker than the rest of the panty. Her own personal wetness had soaked through the material.
Looking at Brandon’s face, Kim lifted her hips by putting her weight on her upper back and her feet and after gripping the lacey waist band, she slowly pushed the panties down her body. Her blonde pubic hair came in to view as she moved the panties down her torso and onto her thighs. Once down to her knees, she let her body drop and she extended her legs in the air and sort of kicked the white garment to the side. She was now completely nude. Once again, she brought her feet back to the bed with her knees in the air and she spread her thighs.
Brandon looked between his neighbor’s thighs and gazed at her pussy. A site he had fantasized about for years and he was seeing it!
“What do you think, Brandon?”
“You look beautiful. I can’t believe I’m here!” he replied.
“Your first real live naked pussy Brandon. Do I look like you thought I would?” Kim asked.
Brandon couldn’t speak. Starring between his older neighbors spread thighs, his eyes locked on the opening that was surrounded by a blonde hairs, many matted from Kim’s personal body moisture. He simply replied with a nod of his head.
“What would like you to try next Brandon?” Kim asked, with her own vision of what she hoped he’d suggest.
“I don’t know. You look beautiful. It’s like a dream,” he replied.
“Why don’t you get closer to me Brandon. You can explore my body. Check out anything you’d like. Touch me anywhere you desire. Sniff, taste, caress–anywhere you’d like.”
As Brandon almost collapsed on the neighbor’s bed, he took a position where he was between Kim’s legs. He leaned forward to get a close look at her pussy. As he moved in closer, his eyes momentarily focused on her inner thigh–going from just above her knee down to towards her hip area–noting the smooth skin that was devoid of any hair stubble or noticeable marks of any sort. He moved his right hand up to the left thigh and stroked it.
“It’s so soft and smooth,” he said. “It feels so nice.”
“Thank you Brandon. I made sure I shaved my legs last night–I didn’t want you seeing any hairy old legs this morning!” Kim said with some humor in her voice.
“Aw, I wouldn’t have cared about that. You look beautiful no matter what!”
Brandon continued to stroke Kim’s inner thigh but moved his face much closer to Kim’s awaiting vagina. He could not only see the white excretion that was seeping from inside her body and forming a light coating on her vaginal lips, but he could also smell something strong–something he’d never experienced before. Not a bad odor by any means, simply one that was new to his senses.
Kim eased her fingers into her vaginal area. She ran them through her pubic hair slowly, allowing Brandon to see her womanhood. As her fingers touched the lips of her pussy, she used her index and middle fingers to spread them open like a flower. She was now exposing her most intimate body part to Brandon–knowing this was the first female who he had ever seen in a such a personal, intimate way.
Brandon watched with amazement as the fleshy lips of Kim’s pussy opened. From their reddish brown outer color, he was seemingly greeted visually with a sea of pink flesh, all of it covered with a layer of moisture that he knew originated deep inside of his neighbor.
He couldn’t contain himself any longer. Brandon stuck out his index finger and gingerly touched the opening that Kim was providing to him. Soft, slick and clearly wet, he rubbed around her open lips and as he heard Kim softly–but almost with a tone of desperation in the sound of her voice–“Put your finger in me, Brandon.”
Needing no second push, he inserted his index finger into the opening of the pink flesh and was met with a feeling of warmth. Kim released her own hands and her pussy closed around Brandon’s fingers and knuckle.
“Pull it out slowly and then put it back in,” Kim begged.
Brandon followed her experienced directions and began to finger Mrs. King. In and out with his index finger. After about a minute, he decided on his own to add his longer middle finger and as it also became lubricated with the feminine fluids, his finger fucking resulted in a series of moans and groans from his older companion.
As his hand tired just a bit, he decided to boldly take the initiative to do something he’d only fantasized about. Pulling his fingers out of Kim completely, he looked at them closely and then bent his head down to Kim’s pussy. Tentatively extending his tongue, he touched her lips with it. It took a moment for it to register and as he began a long lick of her pussy, much like he’d use on an ice cream cone, the taste of her fluids registered in his taste buds. And it was unlike anything he’d ever fathomed.
Desiring more and more of her, he licked up and down her slit. Kim simply moaned and moved her torso as his licking continued. He felt her hands grasp the top of his head but he continued with his oral experience. His nose was rubbing against Kim’s soft blonde pussy hair while his tongue was firmly attacking her pussy lips and opening. He would occasionally insert his tongue into her opening but he sensed from her reactions that when he simply licked her lips with his full tongue, she enjoyed it the most.
Brandon suddenly realized that he was feeling a familiar urge in his groin–one that he had never experienced quite like the current one. He could sense an orgasm building but he’d not been rubbing his cock. Brandon was intently concentrating on his oral experience with Mrs. King and didn’t think anything of his own cock.
Pulling his mouth off of the blonde’s pussy, he looked up at Mrs. King. She had a big smile on her face as he looked up her body past her pubic hair, her tummy and her flattened breasts.
Kim saw the happy look Brandon displayed along with a chin that was covered with her pussy nectar. She was aware he seemed to stop suddenly but thought he’d simply tired or needed to change positions. She certainly would love for him to continue on the oral journey he was taking her on.
“Mrs. King? Uh, Kim. I think I’ve got a problem,” he stuttered.
“What’s wrong Brandon?”
“Well, I think I’m going to cum. My body–it just feels like, you know, things are beginning to really, well, build up. I can’t help it. I just know that I’m getting a feeling down there and I don’t want to mess up your bed or anything…” he said.
“Oh Brandon. Come up here,” Kim said as she sat up slightly and pulled him towards her. She leaned out to kiss him, tasting her own personal fluids on his lips and in his mouth.
Breaking away the kiss, she said, “Let’s do this. You lay down on your back…”
As Brandon complied, Kim moved her body so her head was opposite his and then she spread her right thigh out so she opened her pussy up to him once again as she straddled his torso with her knees.
Sensing what Kim was doing with her positioning, Brandon reached up to Kim’s thighs and gently squeezed them as he looked at her pussy opening once again as well as seeing her anus for the first time. The dark rear opening intrigued Brandon and he thought to himself that he hoped his older companion would allow him to touch her “back there” at some point.
He realized that Kim had grasped not only his erect cock but his scrotum as well with her hand and he felt her lips engulf his cock. Her tongue licked the tip of his head–the pisshole–and he knew he wouldn’t last but seconds with activity like that on his sensitive purple knob. Her tongue circled the head several times clockwise, then she stopped and simply dragged it along the head from front to back. As her tongue made a twirl to the sensitive area just below the head of his cock, he couldn’t hold back…
The first spasm was felt by Kim’s bottom lip and a moment later she felt her mouth get a coating of hot semen from Brandon. While it was a very healthy blast of man jism, she knew that there was a lot more to come. She quickly took her tongue and licked up from the base of his erection up to the head…as she did this she felt the muscular contractions continue and another blast of semen exited Brandon and entered Kim’s mouth. Just as she began to swallow the collected fluid, another blast was felt against the roof of her mouth and tongue–followed by two more. She lost count as to the number of times his body ejaculated his boy cum into her mouth but she never wavered as it entered her mouth and was rapidly swallowed.
When she sensed that Brandon was done with his orgasm, she lift her leg off over Brandon’s face and positioning herself on her two knees, she looked at the young man. Looks of exhaustion, wonderment and shock all showed evidence at the same time. His first orgasm with a female and he was just trying to recover from his body’s excitement!
“Brandon?” Kim very softly said, “How did you like that?”
Unable to speak for a few seconds, Brandon finally found the energy to reply.
“It was the greatest feeling of my life Mrs. King. I can’t explain it…and I can’t thank you enough. I feel so…”
Cutting him off politely, Kim responded.
“No need to thank me Brandon. I enjoyed it just as much as you did. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good hard cock in my mouth that came like you did. I think you came a gallon!” she exaggerated.
Slightly embarrassed, Brandon simply smiled.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out–I don’t think you’ll be interested in kissing me and tasting your own semen–so don’t get any ideas and run off young man!” Kim said as she rolled off the bed and Brandon looked at her butt.
“Run off? Are you kidding?” he questioned.
Kim stopped as her feet hit the floor, turned to him and said, “There’s more fun ahead of us” and then went into the bathroom.
Brandon looked as he watched Kim get up off the bed and walk to the bathroom. Her butt wiggled as she walked from his view. He looked down at his crotch and saw that his cock, now dried of Kim’s saliva and his own body fluid, was still erect and ready for the fun that Kim mentioned. He heard the water running and then Kim spitting her mouthful of rinse out. Looking at the doorway to the bathroom, Brandon rolled over and put his head on a pillow and waited for Kim’s return.
Seconds later Kim reappeared and he checked her body out from head to toe. This was really the first time he’d gotten to see his neighbor completely naked in a standing position. Her pert breasts, slim tummy, womanly hips and blonde pubic bush were all so glorious to his eyes. Brandon couldn’t believe that he was laying and watching his neighbor walk towards him stark naked!
“That’s better,” Kim proclaimed as she reached the bed, “I have plenty of expectations regarding where your mouth may end up and I want to make sure you’re okay with all of them!”
As she laid upon the bed, she reached out to stroke Brandon’s erection.
“You certainly know how to please a woman Brandon. You stay hard like this and no girl will ever go unsatisfied with you!” she purred.
Kim bent her head down and gingerly licked her young neighbor’s cockhead with her tongue. Running her fingers through his public hair as she licked the head, she felt Brandon’s hand reach down and rub her left breast.
Looking up with his cock only inches from her face, Kim asked Brandon: “What would you like to do next? Anything you’d like to explore while you regain some of your virility?”
“Uh, whatever you want is cool with me. I mean I’d like to just keep doing what we’re doing,” Brandon replied with a shy tone in his voice.
Knowing she’d have to take the lead for the still-shy young man, Kim decided she would be the aggressor. She took the tip of her tongue and pulled it across the opening on the tip of his cock. Looking up at him once more, she coyly said, “Are you ready to take care of that virginity of yours once and for all?”
Brandon nodded his head and released her breast from his gentle grasp.
“I’ll tell you what Brandon. Why don’t you lie on your back and I’ll get on top of you for this first time. That way you can see yourself better.”
Needing no further urging, Brandon flopped onto his back and his erection still maintained it’s stiff form. Kim rolled her torso and got into her knees. Moving one leg on either side of Brandon’s hips, she moved to stand up slightly on the bed and reached down to spread her pussy lips. She could tell from touching herself that she was as ready as Brandon for the “next step.” As she slowly lowered herself, she reached down and gently grasped Brandon’s erection and pulled it is so it was pointing towards her body as she slowly lowered herself. She felt the tip of his cock touch her wet pussy and paused for a moment.
“Are you ready Brandon.”
“Yes. I’m VERY ready Mrs. King!” Brandon replied.
Slowly Kim lowered her body as she felt his cockhead begin to enter her pussy. She removed her hand from his cock and let her body lower itself to where the head entered her and she continued to slide down his shaft. In a moment his entire manhood was inside of her.
Brandon watched his neighbor lower herself onto his hard cock, watching it disappear inside of her body and he felt the nerves in his penis surrounded by the warm, wet world of her vagina. The feeling was indescribable to him. His mind raced as he felt the softness of Kim’s warm body opening wrapped snuggly around his cock. He looked down and saw his cock had completely disappeared inside of Kim and he knew that was the best feeling he’d ever experienced.
Allowing her vagina to get accustomed to the feel of Brandon’s hardness, Kim didn’t move for a few seconds. After she felt appropriately aroused and ready to begin, she lifted her body up and felt every pulse in the young man’s cock. She pulled up to the point where the head just touched the outer reaches of her inner lips before allowing gravity–aided by her own vaginal juices–to drop her back onto his cock and once again engulf his penis completely.
Kim did this many times and as her body muscles began to tire, she leaned forward and kissed Brandon passionately.
“He may not be sexually experienced but this guy can kiss with the best of ’em!” she thought as her lips were pressed against his, her tongue twirling with his.
Brandon had softly grasped Kim’s round butt cheeks and was helping to aide in the movement of her torso on his hardened cock. He didn’t utter a sound but Kim could sense by not only the expression on his face but also by his body language that he was enjoying every moment of the sexual bliss they were experiencing.
Brandon slowly moved his fingers around Kim’s butt cheeks until he had his fingers in the crack of her butt. As her body moved up on and down on his hard cock, he coyly slipped his finger to meet her rear opening. Kim felt a tiny jolt as Brandon’s finger touched her anus but she didn’t want to stop the thrusting of her body onto his cock.
Brandon’s finger found the center of her anal opening and he just rested it on the opening, not pushing it but rather allowing her opening to feel his finger. Jolts of nerve pulses surged through Kim’s body as her pussy was being pleasured by the young man’s cock and her rear opening, a point of her body her husband never bothered to touch, was being electrified by Brandon’s fingertip.
Kim’s legs and thighs were tiring from the sexual movement she had been using. She slowed the back-and-forth of her “girl on top” intercourse. Brandon removed his finger from her rear and moved his hands to her waist.
“I’m sorry Brandon but my legs…”
“Kim–that’s okay. Let’s try another position,” he replied.
Kim didn’t hesitate as she rolled off of Brandon and onto the soft mattress. Her legs were tired so she decided to simply fall upon her hands and knees.
“Come at me from behind Brandon. I love that position,” she said as she rested her head on the soft mattress.
Brandon sat up and moved his body so he was behind his neighbor. Her round butt cheeks were in the air and he could see her darkened, tight anal opening staring at him as he took a position on his knees. His cock was still pointing to the ceiling so he used his hand to move it to an angle that would allow him to insert it into Kim’s waiting pussy. He could see her pubic hair was completely matted between her legs and he couldn’t wait to reinsert himself into Kim’s beautiful body opening.
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