Neighborhood Mom, Part II - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Mom, Part II

... doin?" - she was still grinning. I felt her hands on my hips. And then one of them moved around to the front of my thigh. I stammered something again, probably unintelligible. Her hand moved over the front of my thigh, beeline toward my crotch. "I've been waiting for you to get here, horny boy". She winked again as her hand entered my open pants and gently worked down to cup my balls. Her hand was warm and soft and my balls filled it completely. She worked them gently for a moment stimulating them and then brought it up to my shaft, almost as one single uninterrupted move. I was paralyzed. It felt so good. For that couple of seconds I almost forgot about the panties. Her body against my back sent a warm shiver up my spine, a tingling sensation that seemed to move slowly outward from my core. I sucked my breath in and let out a low quiet moan. Her hand closed over my shaft, around the soft fabric of the panties and worked gently up my length and over my swollen sensitive head. Her grip was light, tantalizingly teasingly light. She repeated the move, up and down my length a few times as her other hand on my hip pulled me back into her body. I felt her warm breath against my ear as she cocked her head down next to mine, now with a clear view of her own hand around me - and around her panties. Her hand stopped. My heart stopped again. I could feel myself shaking, trembling. "Looks like you found something you like" C whispered in my ear. She reached her other hand around and ...

... lifted her dirty panties from me, holding them up. "were you going to cum in my panties?" I was caught. Hand in the cookie jar. No way to deny it at this point. That is exactly what I had wanted to do. I didn't know what to say. I don't think I said anything. C continued, unruffled. "They were sooo wet last night!" Now an awkward pause. There we were, both looking at her dirty panties with the whitish spots - except now there was a big wet spot of my precum on them too. Then she continued "You should feel the ones I'm wearing right now." C dropped the panties on the counter, and then took one of my hands and pulled it behind my back, guiding it. She was wearing a fuzzy robe. I couldn't see it but I could feel it. She used my hand to part her robe. I remember the position was awkward and my arm was contorted, but I didn't care. I could feel thin soft fabric, warmed by her skin as she guided my fingers down her mound and between her legs. I felt her public hair under the fabric and then the warmth grew to a damp hotness as my fingers reached the folds of her pussy. The panties were tight, and bunched slightly into her slit. She mashed my fingers into it and then I could feel it. Wet. Soaking wet. warm and wet and delicious. My hand was trembling as if I were about to go hypothermic. She caught her breath in my ear and moaned quietly. C continued to guide my hand with hers, rubbing up and down her slit, making fingers wet and sticky while she used her other hand to ever so lightly ...