1. mrs stevens number 1


    Date: 5/8/2016, Categories: Mature Author: walkabout 

    ... when she brought me a glass of orange juice and put down a plate of eggs for me. I smiled and said thank you. I also looked at her and even though she wasn't giving me a look down her robe, the tightness reminded of how nice the top half of her shape was too. I think I might eat too fast because I ate the eggs and three bacon pieces in about two minutes. The orange juice didn't make it long either. So I got up and took my plate out to the sink and tried not to stare at Mrs. stevens anymore. I didn't try real hard not to stare but at least I wasn't obvious about it. She finished messing with the coffee machine and stretched as she turned around. I have to say that I don't mind when a woman wearing a tight satin robe arches her back and stretches. I might have stared then but who wouldn't? I'm not used to being around people in the morning I guess because I didn't think about things. Suddenly, she looked real seriously at me. &#034Stevie, honey, we need to teach you a few things.&#034 Then she grabbed the big tent in my shorts. My hardon was sticking up and real obvious. I didn't know what was going on though because I don't really get a lot of women grabbing me by my hardon like it was a handle. It's not like she was making a move or anything (of course). Instead she was humiliating me just a little bit. She said, &#034I understand how you young men are but little Stevie here needs to behave in front of company so I want you to take him upstairs and put on a pair of ...
    ... underpants to keep him under control.&#034 Then she let go of me and slapped me on the ass to push me along. &#034Now hurry up so you can wait on me.&#034 I was totally humiliated. I mean it was cool that she touched me even through my shorts but it was humiliating the way it happened. It was exciting though. So I hurried up, threw on a pair of tighty whities under everything and came back down. She looked carefully at my crotch as I came into the kitchen. Like she was examining me. I was sort of aroused by being examined so carefully but really it was more like a walk of shame. But then she smiled and said &#034now be a good boy and bring me a bagel and cream cheese and coffee. I'll take my breakfast on the deck.&#034I guess I looked surprised so she said, &#034remember what your mommy said about behaving like a good boy. Now, get to it.&#034 And she smiled and went to the deck. It annoyed me for some reason when she talked about &#034what mommy said&#034 like I cared what my mother said. And I never called her mommy. But she was right. I did want to be cooperative. Not because my mom wanted me to but because I liked Mrs. stevens. I kind of wanted to take care of her After all, she made me breakfast so I would repay the favor. She had a bagel out on the counter so I just toasted it and got a tub of cream cheese out of the fridge and spread it on a plate. Simple. The coffee was in the coffee maker already dripping. I was about to ask her if she wanted a big mug or what when I saw she ...
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