1. Teen Spirit


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    the porn mags he stored under the sock drawer spread open in front of his face. Tonight he concentrated on lovely Lucinda's beautiful body. His hand pumped furiously at his erect penis while he imagined what it would be like to stick it in that airbrushed vagina, beneath that thin strip of pubic hair. Or to nuzzle his nose between those silicone-enhanced breasts with the rather too tiny nipples. What would it feel like to have Lucinda impaled on the end of his average length prick? “Dinner!” yelled his mum over the cacophony of an AC/DC guitar solo, accompanied by a cat-like vocal shriek. “Must I?” Chris groaned, tucking his penis into his jeans, hoping it would deflate to more manageable proportions before he joined his sister and mum for one of those ready-made meals at the only time of the day, besides breakfast, when his family spent time together. When he got downstairs, he found that his mum had prepared something very different. In fact, she’d actually cooked a kind of casserole, something she did very rarely. And a bigger surprise than that was to see a woman, who must have been in her mid-thirties (at least!) sitting on the chair that used to be his dad’s. That was, of course, before he ran off with his secretary, whom Chris still hated as a blousy bitch, although she was actually quite petite and rather pretty. “This is Pam,” announced Chris’ mum with a broad smile. “She’s staying here for a while.” “Pleased to meet you, Chris,” said Pam, extending a firm hand to ...
    shake his rather limp one. “Your mum has told me so much about you!” Oh! Christ! A woman! Probably ten years younger than his mum, but quite similarly dressed. Chris was relieved he’d applied the cream to that persistent zit on his chin. Her hair was cut relatively short, she sported long dangling earrings, and, unlike his mum, wore no make-up at all. Chris focused his gaze on her face, which was slightly broad, the eyes wide, the lips thick and fading freckles covering the pale skin of her face. Like his mum, she was thick boned, but by no means plump. Her hand and bare arm showed that she was at least as strong as he was. Chris didn’t know where to look during the meal, despite the many attempts made by both Pam and his mum to engage him in conversation. Were his studies were going well? “Yeh.” Did he play football? “Nah.” Did he enjoy his day trip to Calais with the college three weeks ago? “’S okay.” Whenever his eyes caught Pam, he attempted to evaluate her. She wore baggy cotton trousers and a kind of silk top that showed she had a rather less prominent bosom than his mum. Thankfully, it was his sister, Lottie, just fourteen years old, who filled in for Chris’ lack of communication skills and prevented the dinner from descending into sullen silence. Chris couldn’t wait to get away from the table. But the meal went on for almost twice as long as it normally would. His mum had bought a cake and even opened a bottle of wine. She was definitely making much more of an effort ...
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