Claudette's Hairy Pussy - Sex Stories

Claudette's Hairy Pussy

... the kids saw me staring in at their naked mother. Or even worse, her hot tempered husband would come upstairs and lose his shit on me. I couldn't simply ignore the soft tingling feeling between my denim shorts.

The shower head was no longer up on the hook, and Claudette had placed the back of it against her hairy pussy. She was tightly grasping the top of the glass shower door in one hand, and holding the shower against the patch of hair in the other. Her body seemed to shake all over, and she began moaning louder and louder. She was so busy pleasuring herself with the back of the shower head that she was oblivious to me peeking in at her. She let out one last moan, and placed the shower head back up on the hook. Just as she grabbed her towel, I quickly ran out of the bedroom.

I tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom, worried I had peed through my tight denim shorts. My thin blue cotton panties were soaking wet, and something was dripping down my left thigh. My panties were so wet that they had soaked though into the shorts, causing a big wet patch on the inner crotch. I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my underwear down past my knees, it wasn't pee at all. The tingly sensation from watching Claudette had caused me to swell up and my panties to soak through.

I reached up inside my tight pink shirt and toyed with little pink nipples. Somehow they had become swollen and seemed to be numb. I reached into my top drawer and put on a pair of dry pink cotton panties, and a ...

... fresh pair of blue denim shorts. Just as soon as I got under the covers, there was a big commotion coming from downstairs.

The yelling was coming from the kitchen, and was getting louder and louder. Both of the little ones had been woken up, and I could hear them crying from down the hallway. The fighting was much louder than it usually was. It was clear from his slurred shouting, that David was more drunk than usual. I was sure he was fast asleep, but I guess he woke up and drank again.

I wanted to go down to help her but I was terrified of David. He was a big burly guy with a very bad temper. Both of the kids began to cry again, as the yelling got louder and louder. As soon as the yelling subsided, the sound of dishes being thrown all over the kitchen floor began. I hugged both of them tight in my arms, until all the noise finally stopped.

The entire house seemed to shake as her husband slammed the front door shut. As soon as his car peeled out I knew it was over. Once the kids fell back asleep, I went downstairs to check on Claudette.

There were so many broken plates and cups that I had to tiptoe all over the kitchen floor. Claudette was sitting at the kitchen table, with her head buried deep in her arms. Her body was shaking, and she was sobbing loudly. She never smoked, but the half-lit cigarillo on the table said otherwise. I quietly grabbed the broom, and swept up the nearby shards of glass away while she continued sobbing oblivious to me cleaning around ...