foreplay forever ?

jackfruit had been a boarder since he was seven. He had been away at school for more than half his life. So home wasn't really home, and he wasn't sure his parents were really parents. He was now trundling back menage for the summertime, the longest period he spent at home. He now had no friends nearby for nearly three month. Being an only nestling, he and his mother would rattle around the house, and his Father would seem for an hour or so most even, then after dinner he would disappear to his home office.

Jack had watched his parents over the long time. It confused him how they ever got together and it astonished him that they stayed together. Each year he noticed a lessening of whatever James Bond they had. And of course Jack being away at to the lowest degree 30 week of each year had never bonded with them.

One thing did mix up him above all else. As he got older he was able to appreciate how well dressed and elegant his mother was, and in her early forties was an attractive woman. His Father, on the former hand, had grown outward alarmingly, had lost his whisker, had acquired jowls and was not a handsome man.

Jack being a teenager spent a lot of clock time thinking about sex, though he was totally clueless, being at an all male child school. He tried to imagine his parents having sex and it simply was too Weird to comtemplate.

He could readily imagine his female parent having sex, but not with his Father. If he looked closely at his thoughts, he generally imagined himself in bed with his female parent. He had learned how to mastubate and his mother featured in all those fantasies.

Unfortunately the reality was different. His best de***********ion of his female parent was"aloof ”. Not quite an ice maiden but truly not an earth mother.



His female parent's salutation was cursory and he was banished to his room within minute of arc of arriving home. His female parent had a social engagement. She didn't say a gangling uncoordinated adolescent didn't fit into her calendar of events. She didn't need to explicate to Jack. She went out.

diddly unpacked, it didn't take long. He wandered around the mansion and zip much had changed except his father's office had lots of new gizmo and estimator poppycock. The garden offered no encouragement.

He was bored, and after only one hour of being here. The Old Nick makes work for idle hands, and old salt's hired hand were idle, but his mind was cranking along. male parent would be out for hours yet, mother at least another hour, perhaps there were parts of the household he hadn't checked out. His parents had separate dressing area. male parent's cupboards could wait.

diddlysquat knew he was in the untimely. Very much. So first he quickly looked at his mother's outer clothes. He pretended to be interested in her fashions, but his heart kept drifting. skid took up a huge distance. He sniffed several yoke, then quickly stopped because he was a pervert.

Bedside cabinets yielded nothing exciting.

Mother's breast of drawers. He could see his heart pounding. If he was caught there would be hell to pay. His hand were actually trembling.

Bras in one part.

Knickers in the next.

Stockings and a few pairs of tights next.

supporter bash and corsets had their own space.

Dirty idea flooded jackstones's brain, imagining his mother getting dressed and undressed. She would not miss a pair of knickerbockers. Not just one twosome and he could put them in for lavation, and she would never know.

Would she ?

He dug deep down in her knicker drawer. Just doing it drove his peter into erection. Then he had to tell himself that he would not do what he knew replete well he was about to do.

Back to his way, trousers down, cock out and he wrapped the knickers around his cock. And he wanked, slowly carefully, his mind imagining.

Oh fuck he had shot his load over the carpet. A mad terror and skin to clean it up and he went past the dirty laundry basket several times but still never quite managed to unload the knickers in there.

pervert knave ! !

nothing much was said about any subject that evening. His Father-God didn't even bother to welcome him home. Mother looked lovely but was in a pathetic mode. knave kept getting fix to be outed as a deviate. Surely his mother could see his guiltiness written all over his aspect. No, if she did nothing was said.

He went to sleep later, with the pants wrapped around his cock.

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Next morning jak was up and about. The normal schooltime subroutine was fixed into his subconscious mind and so he was up, washed, dressed and ready. But there was nothing to be prepare for. He had his own business firm key so he took a walking around the locality. A few new houses, some change that he noticed, a few cars and new wave and one gentlewoman walking her dog. Cosmopolitan ? Teaming with life ? No way.

He walked back home base. His mother was pottering about in the kitchen.

She did check if he had eaten breakfast and when told no, she pointed out he was"big enough and ugly enough"to assort himself out.

He sat at the kitchen table munching away at cereal, watching mother.

She seemed to possess lost something, but he would not be able-bodied to help.

She appeared to deflect forward a lot and rummage around in the bottom cupboards. Jack could clearly see the abstract against her skirt. He guessed the bod were her garter belt and knickers, and he blushed, but kept looking and thinking. He wondered which ones she was wearing today, knowing that he had fondled, sniffed, smelled and gripped the unanimous lot.

nookie, his heavily cock was so obvious. She must remark that. She didn't say anything, so she must not have done so.

He finished breakfast and cleared the mesa. With nada else to do he rove back to his sleeping room. He had made his bed when he got up, and the room was neat and tidy, so his female parent would possess had no understanding to come in. He shut the threshold and moved his pillows to get her stolen knickers.

Fuck, the pair he had taken were gone, and in their place was a crumpled duo. jak held them to his nozzle and was certain he could smell out his mother on them.

Were these the I she had worn yesterday ?

And he was deep in the shit.

She knew her son was a pervert.

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"Where is father ?"

"Gone to Birmingham, back tomorrow."

Oh, now Jack wondered if his female parent would tell him off

for stealing her knickerbockers, though she must be alright with it because she has provided him with a dyad every morning.

They had dinner and mother went off to read something. manual laborer amused himself the undecomposed he could. He did consider going into his father's household billet and seeing what he had on his computer.His founding father spent a lot of sentence online and tar has a suspicion that it was not all work.

However his mother had already caught him out in one misdemeanour and getting the wrong side of meat of his Fatherhood would be crazy. But still that itchiness could be scratched.

Before knave made more work for the devil, his mother called to him.

"Could you help delight, the zip on my chick is stuck."

jackfruit was delighted to serve, but then puzzled because he could not see any problem with it. It slid down easily. His mother stepped out of the skirt. She was wearing a blouse, knickers, a supporter belted ammunition, stockings and shoe. gob stood and watched. This was weird but delectable.

She stepped out of the brake shoe, bending over so diddlyshit had a trade good eyeshot, picked up the shoes and put them away. Jack knew where they went as he had rummaged through her closet finish week.

jackstones stood watching.

female parent raised one leg and rested her metrical foot on the seat of a chair. Then she undid the cartridge holder on one garter smash and the stocking drooped.

She did the same matter with the other garter and stocking.

She laid the stockings along the backrest of the chair.

She took her blouse off.

Jack was amazed and aroused.

manual laborer's heart sank when she put on a robe.

female parent wriggled under the robe and removed her knickers.

sea dog was now fully erect and aroused.

His mother was standing no more than five feet away, under her robe she was wearing a bra and her supporter whang, cypher else.

sea dog's erection got more erect. It was straining at his trousers, causing a very obvious bulge.

"I was going to put a wash on. You had better chip in me your clothes."

Jack stopped breathing. Did she mean everything and to take them off now ? She did.

Jack carefully undid his shirt and took his shoes off, bent for his wind sock. Hesitated then dropped his trousers.

He was standing in front end of his mother only wearing his underpants, with a very obvious hard on pressing upwards and outwards.

He looked towards her and she nodded.

Down went the underpants.

Jack stood, hands by English, no item trying to hide.

He handed his clothes to his mother. She put them on the chairman behind her, then turning she picked up his underpants and looked at them. There were marks where his precum had dirtied the pants.

What would she say ?

She took the pants and put them on her. They must have fit her waist as they held up. Then she undid her robe. Jack could see her bra, the garter knock and his underpants as worn by his mother.

She handed over her knickers to jak. He stood uncomprehending.

"Put them on."

Jck almost died. Really ? Wow. They were silky smooth.The fabric rubbed over his tool, they felt fantastic. He was now do-or-die to get to his room and beat his cock to a immense explosion of cum.

"Stay there."

Oh heartbreak, how could he.

His mother went into her bathroom. She left the threshold afford part way so he could see and pick up her.

She turned her back on him, he could see her moving her hand.

and then heard the squelch

And the moans.

And she sank down to the floor.

How tar didn't blow his top he would never know.

He had sort of ascertain and definitely heard his mother masturbating.

While she was wearing his underpants.

His female parent stood and wriggled.She turned and handed him the underpants. They were wet and smelly and scented.

"Breathe the scent."

He did and it was earthy and pungent.

"Put them on, over the others."

Jack did as he was told.

Now he stood, wearing his mother's knickers, rubbing against his tegument, and over that his own underpants, soggy where his female parent had come in them.

Now what ?

"Goodnight, see you in the morning."

And she went back into her bathroom and shut the door.

Jack's forefront almost exploded. All that, then nothing.

He shook his capitulum in disbelief, but walked back to his own room.

He had an idea.

He switched his bedroom light on and left his door open.

Rolled onto the top of his bed and started wanking, keeping his hand and cock inside the pants. He listened carefully and he was sure she was outside his door, listening and probably watching.

It didn't take long, only a dozen strokes and he was almost there.

As he shot a encumbrance inside the pants he called out her name.

"Rose. ”