Neighborhood Mom, Part IV - Things get Dirty - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Mom, Part IV - Things get Dirty

... not wearing pants either..." I started. Wait. I paused. "Take your shorts off!" I commanded. C stood and complied, dropping her shorts to her feet. Her trimmed pubes were matted too. She sat back down. For a moment there was a semi-awkward, but warm silence. She started "How do you like a woman to shave? Do you like my hair?" Shave? Shave...what? She sensed my confusion. "You know, my hair, down here..." She stood, her crotch just over table height. "Do you like it like this, or do you want it different?" Wow. I didn't know women did their hair "down there". The girl I had played around with from school had a full untrimmed bush. I had noticed C's was less thick, but at that point I didn't realize she trimmed it that way. "Like...what? What would you do with it?" "Well...I could shave it all off, if you like that." "I...I...don't know...we could try it..." I stammered back. The subject dropped. C excused herself from the table saying she'd be right back. She got up and walked, naked, to the hall. Her ass swayed as she walked, like a runway model, but more full. I liked it. It made me think of last night when she bent over the desk for me. I was fully hard again now. She disappeared from view and I heard the bathroom door close. That familiar click. She'd walked in on me before. We had a deal. Why not? A few seconds later I stood and followed. I approached the door nervously. I didn't think it was locked - I didn't hear it lock. And we had a deal. An unlocked door is an ...

... invitation. I don't know what I was expecting to find - nothing in particular. She was just naked. And I was just horny. And that's where she was. I took a deep breath and opened the door, just as C was lowering herself to the toilet. She looked up, clearly surprised, but unflustered. "Whatcha doin?" I mimicked her. She grinned. "Peeing, do I look like I need help?" She winked, and glanced down at my boner. "Horny boy!" she exclaimed. "You gonna hold it for me?" she giggled. I was confused, but intrigued. "Hold...what?" I replied, aware that I was grinning like an idiot. "Whatever you want!" she winked again. "Or did you just wanna watch?" She spread her legs and leaned back a little. I looked down at her crotch just as she began a stream (if you could call it that - more like a focused waterfall). I was mesmerized. This was something I wasn't supposed to see. I liked that. I really liked it. I didn't really think, or plan it. I just stepped to her and reached my hand down to her clit. I felt it under my fingers - warm and soft and full. I continued downward, still hypnotized by the sound and the view. I was aware that my fingers were getting wet with her pee, but it didn't bother me. It was warm. It splashed all over her inner thighs and it snapped back to full awareness. The sound of her pee made me realize that I'd been so horny I still had a full bladder from the night. I really needed to go too. I looked back up from her crotch. She was looking down at her own crotch and my ...