Beneath Ch.03: The “Cumming” of Age

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His broad wide back faced the bathroom door, both of his hands mostly hidden from view other than the energetic movement of his right arm.There were indistinct grunts and moans.As the distance neared, one could make out a woman moaning in pleasure and ecstasy.”Oooh… gawd! Oooh… gawd! I’m… cumming…!””Oooh!… Oooh!… Oooh!”The eighteen-year-old teenager’s right arm grew more spirited as the sound of the woman’s horny arousal whimpered louder.”Ahhh!… Ahhh!… Ooooooohhh!” the woman moaned like a possessed horny slut in the recorded video playback on the mobile phone.His stiff eight-inch erection stood tall and proud over the pearly white Kohler toilet bowl; his right hand wrapped around his six-inch thick girth while jerking off to the playback video footage he had recorded. An imminent climax loomed at the base of his tensed scrotum as the urge to release his spunk built up.His mind was a dizzy-frenzy with flashback images of the owner in her provocative posture and lusty howls like a bitch in heat calling out to be fucked!His uncontainable sexual excitement showed in his face and eyes, as his masturbation grew more urgent and hurried. The teenager snapped his head up at the ceiling as his breathing grew faster and heavier, his groans became more audible and distinct, as he approached extremis.His hard dick was throbbing in the fitted grip of his palm, pushing harder and deeper into its tightness, fantasizing about the owner’s soft velvety cunt he was fucking into! He was getting closer to ejaculation while keeping a steady pace of thrusting his throbbing erection into his palm as hard as he could! With every jerking stroke, he envisaged his thick hard meat plunging all the way deep inside, hammering in and out of the owner’s wet and slobbering pussy until she was gasping for breath.Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he grunted with anticipated fervor as he rammed his hot rod right up to the hilt of her cervix and climaxed! His cock exploded in the tight grip of his palm, and a violent orgasm washed over his whole being as milk-colored jizz squirted all over the crotch area of a pair of Wolford Fatal 15 Seamless pantyhose, held slightly under the erupting shaft with Girne Escort his left hand. His tensed body shuddered, fantasizing that he was impregnating deep into the owner’s slattern and wanton pussy with copious loads of his warm spunk.The eighteen-year-old had never ejaculated so hard before. He felt the throbbing in his head while his heart was pounding towards overdrive. His left hand reached forward to the white-painted wall to support his weakened body after carefully putting the Wolford pantyhose down. His right hand slowly released its grip on his still pulsating erection. Drools of his sexual release hung precariously from its jap eye while his pinkish glans glistened in the mucous coating of his ejaculation.Gradually, the teenager’s excitement subsided in the solitude of the common bathroom as he used the pantyhose to wipe off the drooling mess on his semi-hard member. However, the sudden and abrupt sound of a door from outside opening and closing interrupted his tranquil attention. The intermission was followed by some quickening click-clacks before another door opened and silence returned once again. He halted his movements, his heart on the verge of falling. His eyes darted towards the bathroom door knob instinctively – secured and locked. A sense of relief gushed over him.The teenager waited for another five minutes, ascertaining the safety of his position. He carefully hung the cum-soaked pantyhose back on the empty hanger and wasted no time returning his flaccid penis back into its cotton confinement.Unlocking the door, he turned the knob slowly and cautiously to minimize any sound made. He peeped through the small gap of the door opening; his eyes scanning the visible areas but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Was it his own guilt playing tricks on his mind because of what he did earlier? The teenager swore he heard someone or something.Swinging the door open, he stepped out of the bathroom and acted as if he had only visited it momentarily. “Mum? Is that you?” the boy asked inquisitively.No answer.Walking warily to the master bedroom, he stopped at the doorway and leaned his body forward a little to peer inside.“Mum?” Magosa Escort The teenager found his mother lying down on the bed, still wearing her office work attire and high heels. One of her arms was resting on her forehead, her eyes closed. Her knees dangled over the edge of the mattress at the end of the bed while the hemline of her skirt had ridden up slightly with her legs parted just wider than her hips.“Are you alright, Mum?” the boy asked with concern.There was a long pause before the owner replied meekly, “Yes dear… I’ll be fine. Just… having… a terrible… migraine.”The boy’s eyes could not help but wander the owner’s body lying on the bed, particularly her lower half which seemed to have captivated his attention. From where he stood, he could see a little further up his mother’s silky-smooth oil-glossed legs, the view stoking his immoral imagination of the suggestive beyond her skirt’s hemline.“Dear…” the owner called out, interrupting her son’s attention.“Uhh… yes mum?” the teenager responded after gathering his train of thoughts.“Would you be so kind to go to the kitchen and get me some aspirins from the medication box?”“Sure!” the boy bolted for the kitchen to fetch some before returning just as quickly, along with a glass of water.“Here…” the teenager handed a couple of pills to the owner before sipping the glass of water to swallow them down. The boy stood by the bed for a few more seconds, observing his mother as she rested her hands by the sides and closed her eyes. The only sound heard in the bedroom was her deep breathing. The boy watched his mother’s torso rise and fall to the rhythmic breathing; in tandem with her two perky and well-rounded breasts.He was completely absorbed in his admiration of his mother’s sleeping position which gradually awakened his horny lusts subconsciously. The longer he gawked and stared at her snoozing form, the stronger his arousal grew until a swelling began tenting inside his shorts.All these years of growing up, the boy had never felt the way he was feeling now… until recently when his curiosity got the better of him to investigate the strange noises that reverberated inside this room and Lefkoşa Escort secretly caught and filmed her decadent self-indulgence.  He stooped over to scrutinize; his face was but a tongue’s length from her mouth as she breathed deeply. He never saw his mum up close other than the times he was still an infant suckling on her tits during breastfeeding and showering him with plenty of maternal love.“Mum? Are you ok?” the teenager spoke gently and waited for about a minute.No answer.Silence…His eyes shifted instantaneously to his mother’s legs. They were still parted, but her skirt’s hemline had now ridden up higher to mid-thigh, showcasing her glossy flanks sheathed in smooth shimmering hosiery with her nylon-webbed feet covered in Jimmy Choo’s black leather fuck-me high heels.Despite the innocuous sleeping posture, it did little to safeguard her modesty. The eighteen-year-old’s raging sexual temper was welling up inside him. Under the soft warm glow of the side table lighting, the owner’s exposed mid-thighs were gleaming unabashedly at him. He could not take his lust-filled eyes off her suggestive posture while brazenly gawking at her inert form, until a strong stirring was felt between his loins. Within a matter of seconds, there was an impulse to slake the teenager’s lustful hunger. A woman he could actually touch… to feel… to caress.For a teenager, it would be rousingly exciting to have even just a few moments sliding his hand along the owner’s calves! Running along her silky-smooth pantyhosed thighs and feeling his hands under the owner’s skirt. He swallowed hard at the thought, even as the mounting bulge inside his shorts became more prominent and uncomfortable.Moving to the end of the bed, the boy carefully removed the owner’s black leather fuck-me high heels, the left one followed by the right. Bringing them to his nose, he sniffed her sweat-filled scent deeply. Once… Twice… inhaling as much of her feet’s unique aroma as his lungs could fill before placing the pair of high heels on the floor.Looking at the owner’s exposed feet clad in nude-color diaphanous nylon, he got on his knees and brought his face close, barely a couple of inches away as he gazed intently at those pretty soles. A mixture of subtle leathery aroma and the owner’s sweat-dried nylon-webbed feet wafted through the air, filling the depths of his nostrils. Oh… how he loved to worship these feet for his entire life; to lick and suck them all over until they were slick and wet with his saliva.

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