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My First MILF

Date: 8/4/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Author: rustyduck, Rating: 83, Source: xHamster

suddenly deflated dick back in my pants and ran for my house. Of course, the scare didn’t keep me from going straight to my room to beat off. I was nervous the next evening, but I was drawn back to the shed. I couldn’t get enough of Brenda’s legs. And anyway, there was no way she could have seen me through the dirty window in the dark shed. It must have been a coincidence. Brenda was late that evening. I was starting to worry that my father would be home soon and I needed to get inside for dinner as soon as he arrived. As I was about to give up, the Buick pulled up the driveway and stopped in its usual spot. The door opened, and just like the previous day, Brenda swung her left leg out and paused there. This day, she wore another of my favorites, a pale blue dress with nude stockings and pale blue pumps. The dress rode up again. WOW! Was that a stocking top that I could see? Oh my gawd! Not only was I seeing her stocking top, but suddenly she shifted and I could see skin above the stocking top. My hand was flying up and down my rock hard dick. Brenda touched the skin, apparently adjusting the garter strap that held the stocking up. Then she got out of the car, closed the door and walked to the back door. I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to get inside to my room so I could beat off to the mental image burned into my memory. As soon as the back door closed, I slipped out from my hiding spot and headed for our back door. I knew I better get in before my father got home. I ... suddenly heard my name. No, couldn’t be. Ignore it. Neither of my parents was home yet. Then I heard it again. That was my name and it was coming from the direction of Brenda’s house. And it sounded like Brenda. I wanted to run. She had caught me. I was dead. Brenda called again and I stopped. She was standing outside the back patio sliders and asked if I could come over quick and help her with something. Brenda’s husband was a truck driver and was on the road from Sunday evening until Friday afternoon, so when Brenda needed anything done around the house that required someone tall or able to lift, she would ask me. I was hoping that was what this was about. The patio sliders led into the dining room next to the kitchen. Brenda had left the slider open, and as I came in, Brenda was sitting on one of the dining room chairs, her legs crossed with the hem of her skirt high on her thighs. “Have you been spying on me?” Oh shit! I was dead meat! “What? No!” I tried to sound confident, but my voice came out weak. “I know you were in the shed watching me when I got home. You have been watching me from your window for a long time. And now the shed.” “No ... no I haven’t.” I was scared to death. Was she going to tell my parents? “Please don’t lie to me. I know you have been spying on me.” How could she know? She was just guessing. If I kept denying it, I would be OK. I hoped. “No, really.” I was trying to meet her eye contact to show my sincerity, but those legs… I couldn’t take my eyes off ...