1. The Neiborliness of Andrea Williams


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: Mario Caliente, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    than what would have been considered politely necessary. As she lay now in her bed, two months later, thinking back, she was certain that he had looked at her then in ways similar to how he had looked at her this afternoon. The way he had looked at her three weeks ago when he was sick. He’s not a boy any longer, she decided. In more ways than one, he’s no longer a little boy!! Andrea stirred and inhaled deeply. Brandon. Yes, she had definitely caught him staring at her breasts earlier that evening. That was so cute. Hmmm. Do you like my breasts, Brandon? Andrea licked her lips in the darkness of her bedroom. Slowly, she allowed her hands to sneak beneath her pajama top and caress her breasts. Do you like them? Andrea knew these were indecent thoughts. Yes, he is still just a boy! He’s only seventeen, for god’s sake. A minor! I’m twice his age! And, above all, he was her best friend’s son! But…well…this was only a fantasy, right? Nothing wrong with fantasies, is there? Even a fantasy that’s a little…well…naughty? Okay, this is, like, really naughty, but hey, I need to sleep! Thus assured, Andrea allowed her hands to remain at her breasts. She gently squeezed them, feeling her nipples respond and also feeling a special, delicious warmth in a lower part of her body, as well. Hmmm. Her legs stirred beneath the sheets. Mrs. Williams. She could hear his voice saying her name—a voice well past puberty, and rather deep for a boy his age, but still not a man’s voice. He’s just a ...
    boy! Yeah, a really big, strong boy. Mrs. Williams, you don’t have to pay me. No, I insist. Do you like them, Brandon? Do you like my breasts? Yes, he says. Do you want to touch them? she asks. Yes. Then, why don’t you? Andrea now took—for her—a daring step. Leaving her left hand on a breast, she tentatively sent her right hand slowly trailing down her body. Her thighs parted in anticipation as her hand crept beneath the loose band of her pajama bottom. She had not done this since marriage. But her husband was not here for her tonight. What was she to do? Her parted thighs allowed a finger to find a very delicious spot on her body. Did respectable married women do this? Do mothers do this!? This mother does! she cried to herself, her self-denial melted away now by the heat she felt from having her finger where it was. She could tell she was wet there. Touch my breasts, Brandon. I know you want to. You’ve looked at them…so touch them now. The finger between her legs became more aggressive now. Kiss them, Brandon. Kiss Mrs. Wiliams’ breasts, Brandon. She will let you. You know you want to. As her fantasy progressed, Andrea made herself into a seventeen year old girl who pushes Brandon Johns down on his bed and crawls all over him. Somehow, being seventeen herself makes this…maybe not so perverted? Maybe? As she heated up, Andrea anxiously took her hands away from what they are doing long enough to push her pajama bottoms down to around her knees. She was finding them to be too ...
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