Neighborhood Mom, Part II - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Mom, Part II

... caress the underside of my shaft. I managed to form a few un-clever words...something to the effect of "wow your panties are so wet" "Do you like that?" she whispered. I nodded. I definitely liked it. "Do you still want to cum in my panties?" I nodded again. I wanted to do more than that, but I dare not say. "I think you should...but...in these panties" Holy fuck. Yes. Please. Yes. "I want to watch you cum in my panties, will you do that for me?" I didn't know exactly how she meant...but yes! Yes, I definitely would. I nodded. C removed my hand from her crotch and moved to the side wall, a couple feet from me. I turned to face her unsure of how to proceed. She was still smiling that devlish grin, and looking me right in the eyes. I let my gaze travel over her. Her robe was white and fuzzy and hung down to about mid-thigh. It was somewhat worn and tied loosely with a matching belt. Her breasts were large and full and the robe had come loose a bit and I could see the inside portions of them. I could sense that she wanted me to look at her and explore her body with my eyes. She undid the belt, but held the robe closed. "Should I take this off for you?". I nodded. No internal debate there. I had fantasized about seeing her naked breasts up close so many times by now. C opened the robe slowly, staring at me as she did. Her breasts were amazing. Large. Very large. Her areolas were pale pink and the size of silver dollars, contrasting against her lightly freckled skin. She held the ...

... robe open, studying my face as I ravaged her hungrily with my eyes. I let my eyes wander down to her crotch. Her panties were pink with a lacey top and formed a defined camel toe where my hands had rubbed them into her slit. C pulled the robe back further, off of her shoulders, and then dropped it. I was like a hick seeing a UFO...I could not take my eyes off her. I watched with rapt attention as she turned away from me to face the wall. Her ass was plump, and shapely, like a giant upside down heart. She stepped back from the wall and instinctively I stepped back too. My feet hit the edge of the bath tub and I dropped onto its edge. With both hands she took the lacey top of her panties and peeled them down, bending over fully as they reached her knees. Bracing herself with one hand on the counter, she freed her legs from them one, and then the other. And when she did, her legs parted and I could see her pussy clearly - just like the time I peeped on her masturbating, except now only a few feet from my face. It was swollen and the opening glistened with wetness. And I could smell her. I was entranced. Intoxicated. Owned. She turned back to face me, her back against the wall. She held her panties in her hand, and beckoned me to her. I stood again, my cock protruding hard and firm and bouncing slightly with each hearbeat. As I approached her, she moved to her knees. What was I supposed to do? How should this work? I didn't know, and I didn't care. However it went, I knew I was ...