Caught in the Act - Sex Stories

Caught in the Act

... quite loudly, “It’s Mary here.” I recognized her voice immediately. It was our new neighbor. She’d only been around for just over a week, and Mom had already told me that she’d found Mary to be quite needy. She figured that Mary must feel lonely after her husband ran away with another woman, especially because they didn’t have any kids. At thirty-seven years old, Mary was back to being single. “Hi Mary,” I called out nervously, “Mom’s not home.” I was expecting her to tell me that she would call in again later, but instead she had walked through the kitchen and into the living room. “Hi Ben,” she said enthusiastically, “I just came over to let your Mom know they have some beautiful azaleas down at the garden center.” “Oh, okay,” I replied, “I’ll let her know.” I shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the obvious bulge in my pants, hoping that she would leave. Instead, she sat down in the armchair opposite me. The fact that she was wearing a skirt and blouse similar to the woman in the video was disconcerting, but as far as I could see she wasn’t wearing any stockings. “What are you up to?” she asked inquisitively. “Watching some TV,” I lied. “Anything interesting?” she asked, smiling wryly. It was at that moment that I noticed the DVD case was lying there on the coffee table, in full view. At least it was upside down, with only the small pictures and text showing. Hopefully, she hadn’t seen it. “Just flipping through the channels,” I replied cautiously. I watched her as she ...

... sat there. It was as though she was contemplating something. She ran her fingers through her black bob a couple of times, quite sexually. I felt a current of tension running through me. I didn’t know if I just imagined things, or if she was coming on to me. She certainly was a good-looking woman, even though she was almost twice my age. “I was watching you,” she said, finally. “What do you mean?” I asked nervously. “I came around to see your Mom,” she continued, “And then I noticed you through the curtains. They weren’t fully drawn.” I blushed bright red, realizing that she had probably seen me wanking. I wondered just how much she had seen. Before I could even begin to say anything, she leaned forward, picked up the DVD and turned it over. “MILF’s in Heat,” she said emphatically, looking straight at me. There was something in her light-blue eyes questioning me. She cocked her head to one side, waiting for me to speak. My heart was pounding in anticipation. I knew that the situation was dangerous. I wondered if I was getting the wrong signals. I questioned what would happen if I had misread everything, and she was waiting to berate me for my pathetic masturbatory indulgences. “Do you think I’m a MILF?” she asked, “Well, obviously I’m not a real mother, but I could be your mom age-wise.” “I think you look lovely,” I said, hoping that was a good answer. It was certainly an honest answer. Her sexuality was oozing out from her soft face to her ample breasts, all the way down to her ...