1. Samhain Celebration


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    been shy, so he never dated in school, and after he left school and began working in the shop he never found time to himself. Mother always had needs, always wanted something. She couldn't be left alone. So she said, and he believed her. He was a good son. That's what she said, when she wasn't scolding him for a fault in him she had noticed. Sometimes he was too slow bringing her the medicines she needed. Often he was not prompt enough with her meals on the tray she used. When not reading her romance books she was watching old movies, and it was his duty to fetch new books or DVDs from the library for her. And if they didn't come up to her standards then he was told about it in her screechy voice. That voice he heard in his dreams. He knew all about the human body from all his reading. People had to make babies, but they didn't have to do things to each other for any other reason, or it was a sin. It really didn't have anything to do with religion. He had no religion. But he had been taught it was a sin, and he believed it. But when he went to the library for his mother he would pass some shops that had very evil things for sale. And he was ashamed of the fact that he bought some. Very naughty, filthy books, with pictures. He would sneak them into the house. Late at night, while his mother slept, he would stroke his penis and make white stuff come out. He knew it was semen, and he was sinning. One day a young woman came into the shop. Her clothing was not modest at all. ...
    Harold tried not to look at her body. It was sinful to look at ladies' bodies. But she was a customer. They needed customers. This woman was obviously in her twenties and she seemed very happy. At least her smile was broad and her teeth were bright. She laughed as she skipped around the shop. He couldn't help looking at her. She was everywhere. Her hair was black as night, or evil, and long and straight. She was not wearing a brassiere and her breasts bounced as she pranced around the shop in her black silk blouse. Once she leaned down and looked through the counter glass, and he saw her breasts, with her bright red nipples. He was ashamed, but he also looked at her tight, black leather pants. They were very short and showed her off because they were so tight. He could see her vulval lips displayed by the pants riding up into her slit. He had read about a camel toe. And her legs were long and shapely. Her feet were shod in ballet slippers, but she was only a few inches taller than five feet. She was dressed shamefully. He tried to look away. He didn't. "Wow, you have everything in this shop. Stuff I haven't seen anywhere else. This is great. I think I can find all the things I need. Cool. Thanks for being here, dude." Harold kept quiet. He was afraid to say anything. He might stutter or blush. He had never felt this way before. Finally, he realized he had to ask her what she actually needed. He couldn't expect her to find everything by herself. Besides, many of his products were ...
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