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My step-mother

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 02 Oct 1998 0 comments
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My step-mother by AnonymousMy realtionship with my step mother was a difficult, often fiery onewith me often grounded or denied my allowance, etc due to fights with her and my father. Nevertheless, she was very protective of me and strongly disliked my freinds, particularly girlfreinds, who she threw out whenever she caught them in the house.In my original home it was customary to walk around naked or in ourunderwear, however in my step mother's house I found this quiteuncomfortable by the time I was 14 or so as she would sometimes fix her gaze on my crotch or legs whenever she saw me walking around in my underwear. She also had a habit of throwing off the bedclothes to reach a gown or something on the bedside cabinet when I brought her a cup of tea in the morning when my father was away, revealing herself in only her knickers or a T-Shirt. As a young and naive boy it took me a long time to cotton on that she found me sexually appealing but how I did is a long story that I shan't go into. I was a very early developer- taller and more athletic than all my freinds throughout high school and like all boys that age, almost permanently horny.Most interesting, however, was her treatment of my laundry. Like all teenage boys, I masturbated alot- up to four times a day, usually at night, in the morning and when I got home from school. I would ejaculate onto a tissue or onto a sock which I hid in my dirty laundry. Every morning my step mother came into my room, never knocking first.She would tell me to get up, collect my laundry and tell me how messy my room was and all that stuff. Often I would wake up to find her going through my drawers looking for dirty laundry. One day she came in as usual and woke me up, took some clothes from my drawers to wash and left the room. I got up and went down stairs to get a drink (it was very early for me to be up and about) but stopped when I passed the bathroom as I heard a faint but sharp in-take of breath from inside. Very quietly I crept to the door and listened. My step mother was trying to be quiet but was obviously doing something a little strenuous. I heard cloth rubbing quickly against cloth and more supressed, frantic breathing from inside. I listened for about five minutes until suddenly it stopped and she caught her breath. I nipped back to my room. I was 15 but knew that girls masturbated too and wondered if I had just heard my step mum masturbating in the bathroom!This was the most sexual experience of my life up to then and gave me a real thrill, so from then on I took note of her behaviour in the mornings. One day soon after, I woke up and she was in the room going throuh my dirty clothes drawer. I pretended to be asleep and watched her. She rifled around and soon found my "special" sock, smelt it, (I was foolish to think I could have hidden my spunk in there- with three or four deposits going onto those socks a day that drawer must have smelled quite strongly!) and put it in her gown pocket! After "waking" me, she took the laundry to the bathroom, locked the door and I snuck up to listen. There again was the quick, rythmic rusting and panting noises of her playing with herself! Maybe my spunk-sodden socks were a turn on for her!Utterly by accident and in a most unexpected quarter I had discovered a sexual thrill better than anything my coy girlfreinds could offer and I took full advantage- I would pretend to be semi-concious and fondle myself when she was in the room in the mornings and watch her stare at my crotch through half closed eyes, and I left her extra fresh socks in the mornings so I could hear her masturbating over them in the bathroom.Then one day I awoke and she was at the door, telling me to get up and that I was a slob and so on. Today was a special day as my dad was away for the week and she was alone in the house with me. I decided to push it all the way; as she was going on about finding the dog on the on the sofa (I wasn't supposed to let it into the lounge) I groaned and, as though asleep, threw my arm over head and in do doing flung my dovet off. She trailed off in mid sentance and paused as I pretended to still be asleep- I always slept naked and awoke with a stonking erection every morning. Well, there it was about two feet from her face. She was quiet for a good minute and then quietly closed the door and went back to her room. As soon as all was quiet I got up and crept to her bedroon door to listen. It was ajar! What unbeleivable luck! At last I could actually see her do it and confirm my suspicions (and fantasies!) once and for all!Through the crack in the door I could see her, lying on her back on the bed, her gown thrown open and her arm over her face, masturbating with her right hand, fast and furious- no doubt to the image of my erect cock fresh in her mind. I watched for a good five minutes, trans-fixed. Her rubbing her clitoris frantically and breathing fast and sharp, me at the door stroking my cock... She came first.After this I had several similar experiences of my step mother masturbating, but she never knew that I knew- and still doesn't. As a grown man I've experienced allot sexually but nothing has recaptured that first sexual rush of seeing her masturbating, and over me at that!