Dilemma
The three sat in silence around the breakfast table. The man finished his coffee, stood up and placed his cup in the sink. He touched the woman on the shoulder and said cheerfully “see you tonight”. He tousled the boy’s hair as he walked past him. Grabbing his coat from the banister he opened the front door and left for work. The boy continued eating his breakfast in silence. When he had finished he pushed his bowl away noisily making the woman look up from reading the newspaper. Their eyes met and the boy nodded his head slowly. “Give me ten minutes”, said the woman putting the newspaper down and slowly walking out of the room.
For the past month or so a weekday routine had emerged. Within minutes of the man leaving for work the woman would kneel on the kitchen floor and the boy would stand in front of her. She would pull his shorts down and his already erect long slim cock would bounce in front of her face. Pulling his foreskin back she would lovingly lick all around the head of his cock before taking it her mouth. Each time she slid her lips down his shaft she would try and take it deeper. The first time he came in her mouth she had gagged and choked, partly as she had no warning, but mostly because of the quantity of cum and the force of his ejaculation hitting the back of her throat. She knew now that when he placed his hands on her head and his knees buckled slightly that very soon her mouth would be full of 4 or 5 spurts of thick spunk. Lately she had been grabbing his buttocks and trying to get him all the way in her mouth as he came. This way the strongest spurts of spunk went straight down her throat, while the rest coated her mouth and tongue. The more the boy gasped in ecstasy the more the woman moaned. She’d only tasted two other men’s cum in her life, but the boy’s was definitely the best.
But not this morning, as she and the boy had the day off. They had time and the house to themselves. Slowly climbing the stairs she looked calm, but inside her mind was racing. She’d already gone too far. She had tried to justify it to herself that sucking him off every morning was helping him concentrate on his exams and she could stop soon, but his cock, his long impossibly hard cock, his tight balls full of spunk, his lean muscular body, his cock, his cock, she needed it in her. Sitting on her bed she tried to compose herself, she could stop it now, make an excuse, she could just keep it as her favourite masturbation fantasy. She was masturbating much more regularly these days, almost as if ingesting the boys cum had invigorated her mind and soul.
Without thinking she opened her lingerie drawer and started looking through. She was of the generation where women wore stockings and suspenders for sex, but maybe the boy would think that was old fashioned. She wore tights almost every day for work and had thought of them as purely practical, but she had begun to notice how the boy stared at her legs when she came home in her work clothes and especially at her nylon feet when she took her sensible heels off. A few years ago she had found two pairs of her worn tights under his pillow, but didn’t challenge him over it, thinking it was just a passing phase.
Tights it would be. Rummaging through the drawer she found an unopened packet, barely black, 10 denier, ultra-glossy. She opened the packet and sat back down on the bed. Grabbing a pair of nail scissors she was able to very carefully cut out the crotch panel without damaging any of the surrounding nylon. Taking her dressing gown off she sat back down, gathered up each foot of the tights in turn and pulled them up her legs, tugging gently and smoothing them out. Standing in front of the mirror she used her hands to see if the open crotch panel was positioned over her pussy. Two fingers brushed over her clit and she let out a gasp, then the same two fingers moved down and slid inside herself so easily.
“Wow” she heard and turned around quickly in surprise. In the doorway the boy stood naked, his right hand slowly stroking his cock. She turned back to the mirror, her pulse racing, her breathing fast. What was she to do? In an almost trance like state she turned around to face the boy and in a voice that didn’t sound like hers she calmly said “would you like me to wear heels?”
For the past month or so a weekday routine had emerged. Within minutes of the man leaving for work the woman would kneel on the kitchen floor and the boy would stand in front of her. She would pull his shorts down and his already erect long slim cock would bounce in front of her face. Pulling his foreskin back she would lovingly lick all around the head of his cock before taking it her mouth. Each time she slid her lips down his shaft she would try and take it deeper. The first time he came in her mouth she had gagged and choked, partly as she had no warning, but mostly because of the quantity of cum and the force of his ejaculation hitting the back of her throat. She knew now that when he placed his hands on her head and his knees buckled slightly that very soon her mouth would be full of 4 or 5 spurts of thick spunk. Lately she had been grabbing his buttocks and trying to get him all the way in her mouth as he came. This way the strongest spurts of spunk went straight down her throat, while the rest coated her mouth and tongue. The more the boy gasped in ecstasy the more the woman moaned. She’d only tasted two other men’s cum in her life, but the boy’s was definitely the best.
But not this morning, as she and the boy had the day off. They had time and the house to themselves. Slowly climbing the stairs she looked calm, but inside her mind was racing. She’d already gone too far. She had tried to justify it to herself that sucking him off every morning was helping him concentrate on his exams and she could stop soon, but his cock, his long impossibly hard cock, his tight balls full of spunk, his lean muscular body, his cock, his cock, she needed it in her. Sitting on her bed she tried to compose herself, she could stop it now, make an excuse, she could just keep it as her favourite masturbation fantasy. She was masturbating much more regularly these days, almost as if ingesting the boys cum had invigorated her mind and soul.
Without thinking she opened her lingerie drawer and started looking through. She was of the generation where women wore stockings and suspenders for sex, but maybe the boy would think that was old fashioned. She wore tights almost every day for work and had thought of them as purely practical, but she had begun to notice how the boy stared at her legs when she came home in her work clothes and especially at her nylon feet when she took her sensible heels off. A few years ago she had found two pairs of her worn tights under his pillow, but didn’t challenge him over it, thinking it was just a passing phase.
Tights it would be. Rummaging through the drawer she found an unopened packet, barely black, 10 denier, ultra-glossy. She opened the packet and sat back down on the bed. Grabbing a pair of nail scissors she was able to very carefully cut out the crotch panel without damaging any of the surrounding nylon. Taking her dressing gown off she sat back down, gathered up each foot of the tights in turn and pulled them up her legs, tugging gently and smoothing them out. Standing in front of the mirror she used her hands to see if the open crotch panel was positioned over her pussy. Two fingers brushed over her clit and she let out a gasp, then the same two fingers moved down and slid inside herself so easily.
“Wow” she heard and turned around quickly in surprise. In the doorway the boy stood naked, his right hand slowly stroking his cock. She turned back to the mirror, her pulse racing, her breathing fast. What was she to do? In an almost trance like state she turned around to face the boy and in a voice that didn’t sound like hers she calmly said “would you like me to wear heels?”
7 years ago
