1. Mrs. Smith {Part III}


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Mature, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: archer_p, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    reminding myself that he was my best friends teenage son. So instead I decided to contact John tonight and have an intense Skype time. Ponte started breathing heavy and despite his embarrassment, soon he was cumming all over my panties. &#034Take those home and add them to your collection, pervert&#034 I said angrily. &#034I have work to do on my computer tonight but I want you back here tomorrow and convince me why I shouldn't tell your mom and the police. Now get out of my sight.” Once he left I was still aroused so I went and picked out my outfit for my Skype with John tonight. Ponte: I did not know what to do. She had caught me and now I’m in deep shit. Why did I always let my dick think for me instead of my brain? Fuck, this is the kind of shit that could get you not admitted to Harvard. If she told the police, hell if she told my mom I’m screwed. Before walking in the door I stuffed her panties that were covered in my cum in my bag and rushed up stairs. “Back so soon?” Mom said as I took the steps two at a time up to my room. I tossed the bag and stuffed her panties away. Going back down I told my mom that is was just a simple virus and I wiped her computer. In fact it was not a virus and I did not do shit. Here again my cock was thinking for me and not my brain. Christ why did I always let this happen to me. I sulked around the house waiting until it was time to go to bed. I almost wish that this day had not happened or that I had not gone so far so fast. Why did I ...
    get into that hot tub, why did I take pictures of my dick, why, why, why… As the sun set I marched up to my room and crawled into bed. I sneaked a peak out the window at Ms. Smith’s bedroom, but there was not going to be a show tonight. I decided to browse the internet to kill time before I fell asl**p. “Bing, bong, ting” my laptop began making noises alerting me that she was starting a Skype session. Quickly I waited for it to connect before I switched to her machine. At first I just saw a dude, some guy I did not recognize so I switched over to her camera to see what was going on the other end. My jaw dropped when I saw her in a pair of stockings and a lace bra. Her nipples were straining against the fabric begging to be touched. I pulled on my headphones and turned up the sound just to hear what was happening and started my capture program to record everything that was happening on her side. I couldn’t careless what he was doing. Even though I knew that she was doing this for him I pretended that it was me that she was performing for. She began rubbing her nipples with one hand and then spread her legs and I watched as her other hand slid down her stomach to her pussy. She began moaning as she slid one finger, then two inside her. As she finger fucked herself I began matching her tempo with my own hand. I had already blocked out the rest of the world. I closed my eyes just listening to her moan in pleasure as she finger fucked herself. I could hear her gasping “I’m going to ...
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