1975 - Sex Stories

1975

... tones walking quickly past the front of our house. I knew it was Mum. I stopped moving and watched her disappear from view as she walked down the lane. Quickly I moved back out through the back door and hopped through the gap into George and Rose’s property. I knew the lay out of their buildings and green houses and I was in the shadow of the stable in no time at all. I expected to see Mum arrive at their door, but she didn’t. Confused I stood there for almost five minutes trying to think where she had gone. Was she meeting George in the graveyard? The thought made me shudder. I crept back amongst the green houses and made my way around the back of the stable house and then to the garage. Here I came to a rear window with a faint light showing and creeping closer I peered inside. The ground at the back of the garage was higher than the ground at the front and at first I couldn’t make out much except the two cars which George owned. On the left was the blue Ford they used for every day use and directly below me was the shiny black Citroen. From somewhere within I could hear the faint sound of George and Mum talking. The window was old and the wood was nearly rotten. I realised it was not latched on the inside and delicately I eased the window from its frame. Almost at once I could hear George’s voice. I still couldn’t see him, but his heavy breathing and grunting were loud and clear and although my experience was limited in the extreme, there was no mistaking the sexual ...

... nature of his voice. It seemed they were directly below the window and I realised that if I wanted to see what they were doing I would have to open the window wider and stick my head all the way in. Given the state of the window and my fear of being discovered, I didn’t dare to do this so instead I put a stone in the frame to hold the window ajar and stood listening. “There’s a good girl” George said. His voice wasn’t loud but the proximity of it made me start in surprise. I couldn’t have been more than a yard or two from them. George continued to grunt and make small exclamations of masculine delight but apart from the odd scuffle of shoes, there was no sound from Mum for several minutes. Finally George said, “Ah, that’s good Jane. Now come over here again” I saw George and Mum suddenly walk to the front of the Citroen. I jerked my head back in fear of discovery but they were not facing towards me at all. Mum sat back against the bonnet of the car and with her hand, rubbed George’s erect cock. It was big and red and glistened in the light. As I watched, she went down onto her heels and took it into her mouth. George ran his thick powerful fingers through her hair and gripped her head. This was the first time I had ever seen some one do this and the sight of it seemed to burn a path of lightning through my brain. Before I knew it, I had my own erect cock in my hand and I was stroking it eagerly until a thick stream of semen ran from me. I shuddered and came in complete silence ...