What Happens Behind Closed Doors - Sex Stories

What Happens Behind Closed Doors

... reach into my pocket to pull out my phone and set the timer, but my arm’s not moving. I try moving it more, but nothing’s happening. I then notice that my entire arm is suspended above me. Wait, no. Both of my arms are above me. And I can’t move my legs. And...am I...naked? Am I dreaming?

As I have that thought, I’m suddenly introduced to a blinding light. After adjusting to the brightness, I try asking who’s there and what they’re going to do to me, but I immediately discover that my mouth’s been taped. What’s happening?! I then hear a familiar voice giggling. No. Not her. Why? I thought I got rid of you! I look to the source of the noise and, sure enough, it’s Ashley in the flesh. What do I need to do to get the hell away from you?!

“Well, hello, there, my sweet baby boy,” she starts, “So I’ve been thinking and you’re right. It’s only natural for this to happen.”

What the hell is she talking about? I haven’t said a single word to her in years.

“I mean, I can’t say I haven’t had the thought,” she continues, walking towards me, “Intrusive thoughts are a hell of a drug as I’m sure you’re aware. Plus, this happens all the time. And I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. With all the time that you’ve spent with me, the jealousy you’ve displayed towards your father, the lack of a girlfriend, it all just seems so blatant now. Makes me feel silly for not seeing it.”

Ok, she’s obviously lost it. Where am I? How did I-...Hang on, I know that poster. That’s the ...

... vintage signed Russel Wilson poster that I got for William for his sixteenth birthday. And that’s his manga collection. And that’s his collection of games. All in the same exact places that I saw them last. Why am I in William’s room? My thoughts are interrupted as I feel Ashley sit on my lap, straddling me.

“So let me give you what you’ve been wanting for so long,” she continues, bringing her hands to my bare chest and slowly leaning down, “I wish you told me that you wanted this last week so that I would’ve given you the best birthday gift you could’ve asked for, but this’ll have to do. Consider this a late birthday gift.”

She gives me a small kiss on the nose before giggling and slowly moving her hips, grinding her dripping wet pussy on my exposed growing shaft.

“Ooo,” she coos, maintaining her slow pace, “It seems someone’s excited to receive their late gift, huh? Well, how about I really show you what you’re in for?”

She stops grinding before planting a kiss on my cheek and trailing down to my neck, to my chest, to my stomach, to my abdomen, and finally stopping at my crotch. She looks up at me as she inches her mouth closer to my hard shaft. Why am I hard? Why don’t I hate this? And...why am I getting so lost in her adorable ocean blue eyes?

I can feel her warm light breath on my length as she continues teasing me. But once she’s millimeters away from it, she grins at me before giggling and saying,

“Is this what you wanted, baby boy? You want dear ol’ mommy ...