happy to see her daughter’s boyfriend. Brenda was out,
but she invited him in any way. Always happy to see his
young handsome face around the house, she brought him into
the kitchen and began talking to him, neglecting to
mention Brenda was probably gone for the afternoon. So
was her husband and son. All were off doing other things,
leaving poor Mrs. Walsh home alone to fend for herself.
She had been doing just that too. She had been doing
luandry when she accidently bumped against the washing
machine. Remembering times past, she began masturbating
on the machine in minutes. Her shorts were around her
ankles, panties askew, fingers working their magic when
the doorbell rang.
Reluctantly she climbed off the washing machine,
zipped up and went to the door. Five minutes later she
was sort of happy she had. Dylan had jogged over to the
house and he was wearing a tight t-shirt and short thigh
hugging shorts. Mrs. Walsh had never found his body very
appealing, always wondering what her daughter saw in the
boy, but with a sheen of sweat and a tight pair of
drawers, she could see what got Brenda going. It was
getting her going too. Soon she was locked in the dilema
of talking to the boy for hours or finding a way to get
him out the door so she could masturbate about his young
body. She felt a bit perverted thinking of her daughter’s
boyfriend that way, but she had fantasized numerous times
about her son’s friends.
“Mrs. Walsh, I’m really sweaty, is there any chance I
can borrow your shower. I don’t want to stink up your
house.”
Her heart leapt at the thought of the boy naked in
her house. why shower, she wondered. She liked the way
he smelled right then and there. But she also liked the
idea of letting him use the shower though because while
his shower was going, she could entertain herself. She
led him to Brenda’s room, telling him to use her shower.
She returned to the bathroom with towels, hoping to cathc
him shirtless and he was. Unlike her husband, his body
was still very firm and almost hairless. Mrs. Walsh felt
a warmness in her loins and she hurriedly excused herself,
beelining for her room where her shorts and undies fell
and her fingers played their magic.
After her orgasm she passed by the room, noting that
the shower was not running anymore. She suddenly realized
the poor boy had no clothes to change into. Although his
running around naked was a fine idea from her point of
view, a seventeen year old naked would get her in major
trouble. She grabbed some clothing from her son’s room
and knocked on her daughter’s door. There was no answer,
…End of the part1. To be continued..