A young man's diary - Sex Stories

A young man's diary

... days to build up the courage to speak to Marge. I went over to her house after my parents had left for work, only 7 AM but I had been awake since 5, watching to make sure her husband went to work on his regular schedule. Crossing the adjoining backyards, I wished for invisibility, but felt like the entire world was watching a dead man walking to the gallows. I had never been so scared in my life. Marge, ever vigilant evidently, met me at the sliding doors that looked into their dining room, she was wearing a housecoat that just barely covered her. “Wondered when you were coming over.” She said. “Had breakfast?” As if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Not hungry.” I mumbled, barely able speak. “You should be.” She stated flatly, “A young active man like you should always be ready to eat something.” “Here.” She said, placing two steaming sausage biscuits on the table, “Eat, you’re gonna need your strength, I think.” “What?” I asked. “Look.” She said, “I’ve watched you, I watched your b*****r, I watch your mom and dad. There’s nothing your f****y has ever done that I haven’t seen at least a few times.” “How?” I stammered. “Well, if you aren’t going to eat, I guess I’ll have to show you.” As she rose from the table, flashing her cleavage at me. “C’mon upstairs.” I followed her upstairs, they were narrow and quite steep, and my face was barely a foot away from her shapely ass as it bounced under the housecoat. We emerged in an attic bedroom that one of their c***dren had lived ...

... in, tho’ it was mostly storage now. She walked the length of the room to a curtained window. “Come here.” She waved, and handed me her binoculars, “Check out the view.” Amazingly, I could easily look right into not only my parents’ bedroom, but my bath and bedroom too. And with the 50 x glasses she had, I don’t doubt she could have counted the hairs on my balls if I didn’t shave them. “I bet I’ve watched you and your b*****r jerk off more than a 1000 times over the past 10 years, I’ve never saw so much cum in all my life, it has been amazing. Look at the tree house too.” She said. Her voice a bit strained and I noticed a pink flush creeping up her chest and neck. Fuck, you could see everything in the tree house, I had thought that the shadow would hide me in there, but I could see the cum streaks on the damned window for Christ’s sakes! “Listen, you’re not in trouble, hell, I really enjoyed showing off for you, I can’t imagine what you see in a fat old woman like me.” She said. “What?” “Oh, no, I think you are really hot.” I stammered before I could even think of what I was saying, I had blurted out one of my most closely held secrets [of course it really wasn’t a secret is seems!] Stepping closer to me, Marge said with a quite whisper, “You really think I’m hot?” “Y-Yea.” I stammered. She let her housecoat fall open, one large breast touched my arm, and I was paralyzed, in a heartbeat my cock took on a life of it’s own. I could feel a heat rising up from my chest, threatening ...