1. Mrs Crotchy's Daughter by loyalsock


    Date: 6/10/2015, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    took the rest out of the secret vault they had laid in for years and arranged them on the cleared coffee table. My heart and head and hardon throbed with the excitement of it all. The best turn-ons are the unexpected ones and this clearly fit that description. An hour later, after having made myself comfy and getting the lighting just right, I finished the first of my new treasure trove. It was visual viagra at it's best. Then she came back and asked in a soft voice if she could bother me for a second. Pulling my eyes from the biggest bosom I'd ever seen, I turned towards her to see her smiling indulgently but a bit regretfully. &#034Now I don't mind your staying here a bit longer, but your parents might be getting worried. Maybe you should finish up there for tonight and come again some other time. What do you say? &#034I guess you're right, Mrs. Crotchy.&#034 I relunctantly started putting the magazines back in the &#034closet&#034 that they came from. Then getting up to go, felt a pull in the front of my pants. Damn! I'd gotten so used to having a woody that it never occurred to me to hide it. Certainly the women I'd been looking at for the last hour didn't mind. &#034Oh my, you really did enjoy them, didn't you? I'm glad to see they've done somebody some good.&#034 &#034Oh, god, I'm so sorry Mrs. Crotchy.&#034 As I turned to hide the bulge and tried to do something about it. With a big smile, sparkling eyes, and cheeks red as rouge, Mrs. Crotchy assured me that she ...
    didn't mind a bit, that she actually enjoyed seeing a young man in that state, but that I shouldn't go home in that condition. &#034Better sit on the front porch for a while and think of something 'less arousing'.&#034 &#034Yes, thank you. Uh, when do you want me to come back?&#034, I could barely manage to get out. &#034Oh, tomorrow would be fine. Yes, come tomorrow,&#034 she said, a little dreamily, I thought. So I did. But the peculiar thing was, she didn't have any work for me to do. After some small talk over milk and cookies, she mentioned the magazines and if I wanted to look at them again. Of course, I agreed, a bit too eagerly. So she brought out the box from it's secret hiding place and put it down on the coffee table. I was stiff with anticipation and couldn't walk the short distance from the kitchen to the living room without revealing my huge hardon. I hid it behind the back of a large upholstered chair while she adjusted the curtains and shades for more natural lighting. Turning around and seeing where I was and where that box of forbidden pleasures was, she smiled and told me that she would leave me be for a while. This time, I ogled for two hours(since none of my time was taken up by work). This time, after quietly breaking my spell, she e****ted me out to the now dark porch, linking my arm and rubbing against my side, and looking down at the front of my shorts. She sat with me for a while and explained that women who like men enjoy it when men they like are turned ...
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