1. Neighborhood Mom, Part II


    Date: 9/15/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: luvsumcameltoe, Source: sexstories.com

    If you haven't read the first part yet, you may want to so you understand how this starts. Summary of the first post is that I was a teen and used to assist a woman in her forties (calling her "C" in the post here to protect her privacy) who lived in the next neighbourhood. C was divorced and had one daugher left at home ("K" - about 16). After having peeped on her masturbating while mowing her lawn, a few weeks later she walked in on me in the bathroom while trying to pee with a raging hard on and sucked me off. This picks up where that left off. I'd never had a good blow job before. I'd fooled around with a girl from school and she had no idea what she was doing - frankly seemed a little afraid of my cock. C, having plenty of experience, knew what she was doing. As I would find out, she loved giving head. She especially loved giving *me* head. And it showed. She would also turn out to be one of the most sexually adventurous, kinky women I've ever had the pleasure of being with. I experienced many firsts with her (some of which have never been repeated again). Some were firsts because I was simply inexperienced, and some because...well...she was *kinky*. Afer she had swallowed every drop and my cock stopped throbbing in her hand, I assumed she would leave the bathroom - I still had to pee SO badly. But she didn't. She spoke softly - she almost always did speak softly. "Don't you still need to pee?" I smiled wryly, a little embarrassed. I had never peed in front of anyone ...
    before. Ever. I nodded. I'd had my pants unzipped and open, but still up, when she walked in and while she sucked me off. She pulled them down further to around mid thigh, looking intently at me and said "I want to hold it for you, is that OK?". I didn't have any clue what to say. The idea of someone watching was uncomfortable...but I liked that she wanted to. It seemed so dirty. I nodded again. With her hands she guided my hips, turning me back toward the toilet. I assumed the normal position. She stood up and moved behind me. She was taller than me, and looked over my shoulder, reaching one hand around to hold my still swollen half boner and the other hand on my bare hip. She held me gently and giggled "go ahead, I'll do the aiming". It still took me what felt like an eternity to get my stream started...to calm my nerves enough to let go. I would relax and a small stream would start and I could feel her watching and she would move to aim and then I would tense up again and it would stop. It seemed to amuse her. Finally I was able to let go and empty my sore bladder. It wasn't exactly a steady aiming job though and made a bit of a mess around the bowl. My mom would have freaked out about that, but C didn't seem to care. When finally I was finished, she shook off and squeezed out the last drips like she'd owned a penis her whole life. Then she pulled up my pants, tucked me into them and buttoned them back up. "That was fun" she winked at me, and then opened the door and walked ...
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