Rhapsody in Red - Sex Stories

Rhapsody in Red

... more urgent need to relieve himself. He picked them up, feeling the soft pink fabric rustle softly in his hands, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever imagined. He glanced furtively at the door, wondering if he should go on. His penis throbbed 'yes-yes-yes' as he caught a mixture of womanly smells wafting from the garment. He put it over his nose and inhaled the rich odours, stroking himself as he breathed deeply, wondering if Mrs Woolmer (that was her name!) smelt as good ...down there. He groaned her name aloud as the image of her breasts loomed large in his mind, imagining them naked, in all their glory. His cock throbbed and he pulled it harder, jerking it in his hand while burrowing his nose into the gusset where the aroma was strongest, breathing deeper in an effort to induce the orgasm he now craved more than the need to urinate. Gordon wondered if Mrs Woolmer smelt as good as this. What was she like? What did she like? He'd never been as close to a woman as this and had only seen them naked in magazines. Was she hairy? He loved a thick patch of hair on a woman's sex and fantasised he was sticking his tongue into her cunt, licking the gusset in simulation of the lewd act, tasting the bitter-sweet aroma for the first time and dreaming of a time when he might have the real thing. How would it feel? He took another deep sniff and wrapped his cock in the smooth silk, moaning at the indescribable pleasure, bucking his hips forward to imagine himself sinking balls deep ...

... inside her. The mere thought brought his orgasm spurting in a hot stream into the knickers - his mother's knickers! &#034Oh God&#034 He groaned, unable to stop the juicy flow. What was he doing? Well he knew what he was doing (he wasn't that stupid) but he hadn't intended to make such a mess. She was sure to discover his perfidy, but even the thought of the consequences couldn't stop him shooting a fresh spurt of spunk. &#034Oh my god!&#034 He groaned again, falling heavily to his knees as more spunk poured forth into the silken folds. Usually he was constrained to cum quietly due to the proximity of his mother's bedroom, but as he thought himself alone f***ed he voiced his pleasure aloud. He was, however, wrong. He was not alone. His mother had just come in from the garden where she'd been tending her roses when she heard the noise upstairs. Alarmed, she took the stairs two at a time, convinced that something had happened to Gordon. She was right. He was experiencing an epiphany of emotions as the orgasm rushed through his body. He'd never felt anything so powerful take hold of his senses. &#034Oh mother.&#034 He groaned, looking at the sodden, crumpled garment in his hand. &#034I'm so sorry!&#034 &#034Gordon?&#034 She stopped by the bathroom door and began to turn the handle. &#034Are you alright?&#034 &#034Don't come in!&#034 He pleaded, almost screamed, in panic. Where the hell had she been? Had she heard everything? And, more importantly, what was he going to do now? The ...