1. Priscila's Lesson


    Date: 9/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, Straight Sex, Older, Mature, Voyeur, Author: DarkThunder, Source: sexstories.com

    It was a warm sunny day outside, simply a perfect time to relax. Or so Priscila Jones had thought. She wasn't young anymore, not 'young-young' certainly, but she wasn't old either - she was in her late 30's. However, the older she became, the more she appreciated the little 'alone' time she had each day, during the late afternoon's. She'd take a nice, relaxing bubble bath, read a book or a magazine, and just soak in the water with a scented candle lighted by the bathtub. Afterwards, she'd have to cook for her husband who'd be coming back from work, for her stepson who'd be back from school, and she had a job of her own that she worked at from early mornings to early afternoon's. But lately.. those baths weren't relaxing anymore. They were anything but, and she knew the reason - there was only one. Frustrated as she was she sat up, stepped out of the bathtub, then walked over to the vanity desk. She placed her hands down on it, and looked at her reflection in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall in front of her. A shudder went through her body as small droplets of water rolled down her wet, lengthy hair, then ran down her bare shoulders and back. She deemed herself fairly pretty, she had a nice looking square shaped face and creamy complexion, but the signs of her age were beginning to show, especially below her eyes and on the forehead. That, and the fact that she hasn't relaxed properly in over a week didn't help for sure. "I can't take this anymore," she thought as ...
    she took a deep breath and exhaled, then reached out and picked up the towel that she had prepared prior to her bath. She wrapped it around her body, then took a bottle of lotion off the desk, and with small decisive steps she headed for the door. Since she held the towel up with her left hand, and with her right the bottle of lotion, she used her little finger on the right hand to slide the lock down, and grip the door handle. As soon the door slid open she heard a gasp, and as expected, she found her stepson Ryan standing there, bent over, with his hands on his knees and a look of surprise showing on his face. "Uhh, hi Mom. How ya doin'?" he asked as he straightened up. "I'm doing fine, thank you. Do you mind giving me a hand?" she asked, as she offered the bottle of lotion to him. His eyes went wide in surprise. "You mean it, mom? You really mean it?" "I do." "I'd love to help you!" "Well, come on in then," she urged him as she felt the coldness seeping through the door and into the warm bathroom. "The heat is getting out." "Sure," he said as he took the lotion from her hand, then hurried inside past her. She closed the door behind them, walked over to the desk, and pulled out a vanity stool. Then, she sat down and crossed her legs, right leg over the left. "Well?" she said, looking up at him. He was staring at her, without doubt the same way he was staring at her through the keyhole a few moments earlier. "Where should I start?" "Obviously, at my legs first." Ryan smiled. ...
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