My Girlfriend's Mother Has a Secret - Sex Stories

My Girlfriend's Mother Has a Secret

... imagination, realisation dawned, and she leaped for the door, and pulled t open. There was her ghost, Tim, Susan's boyfriend, on his knees, cock in hand, frozen in shocked surprise. The little pervert had been looking through the keyhole. "TIM! What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Tim just knelt there, jaw open, staring, but not at Julie's face, she realised that she was standing there hands on hip, her nighty around her waist and her firm point breast sticking out. She quickly turned and picked up her dressing gown and pulled it on. When she turned back, Tim had clearly come back to earth, and was now fumbling with his now diminished cock, trying to put it away. "Well young man" she said in a very stern voice, "what have you got to say for yourself?" Tim was still too shocked to come out with anything coherent, and was now very red in the face. Julie stood looking at Tim, and thought for a second, well this could be interesting. "Come in, now, and sit on the bed, we need to talk about this Tim." Tim stood up and came into the room and sat on side of the bed, his head hanging. "You've been spying on me haven't you Tim?" For a few seconds Tim didn't respond, but then nodded his head. For a second she was going ask how he was getting into the house, but Julie already knew the answer, because Susan, her daughter had asked if it was Ok for Tim to have a key, after all, hadn't they known Tim since he was 10, and they been going out since 14. Julie stood there and thought ...

... for a few minutes. She had to admit, since he'd been 16, she admired Tim, he was good looking, and now he was older and filling out, she had to admit she was a little envious of her daughter. And, if she was really being honest with herself, she did fantasise about younger men, but how would he react to her little secret. "So Tim, you've been sneaking around here, while Susan is out, and spying on me? You know I think that's a crime, and of course there is poor Susan, what is she going to say; when she finds out you are a peeping Tom pervert? You know, I think they put people on the Sex Offenders Register for this!" Tim looked up, fear in his eyes "please don't tell anybody, please not Sue, please Mrs Smith." "Hmmm, well we shall see. So little pervert, how long have you been doing this?" Tim looked down at his feet in shame, and remained silent. "Well then, perhaps you'll feel more comfortable telling the Police, or Susan." Julie reached for her bedside telephone. "No, please don't, I'll talk, just don't tell anybody" pleaded Tim. "OK then Tim, so how long? "Well ummm, sort of, well errr, when Susan gave me the key, but well I sort of well since I was 15." "Really, that long? I don't know what to say." Actually she was feeling quite flattered, after all she was 44, and yes she knew she was quite attractive, but still, it was it was nice to know she'd still got it. "Look at me Tim." Tim looked up and his jaw dropped open. Julie had let her dressing gown fall open again exposing ...