For the second time that day I sat on my bed, head in hands, cursing myself. How could I be so careless. I had no doubt that my aunt Brenda would tell my mother what I had been doing, and who had made it clear to me that self-gratification was a sin. It was something that only those with no control over their a****l impulses indulged in. This discussion was initiated after she discovered my cum-stained sheets in the laundry and had dragged on for hours with my angry and disgusted mother berating me and men in general for being the pigs that God, in his wisdom, had made us. Ever since I had… 続きを読む

I was totally transfixed, glued to the floor watching as she bent to remove her panties. Her back was to me and I caught a glimpse of the dark pubic hair between her legs. A brief view of her puckered hole as her ass cheecks opened when she reached to the floor to pick up the discarded clothing. A flash of her hair covered, swollen pussy lips. I couldn't move. I needed to see more. The violation of her privacy was not lost on me, but my urge was more powerful than my conscience. And then I was caught. She saw me standing in the partly opened doorway, gawking, open mouthed, mezmerized. Unmov… 続きを読む