Domestic Worker

I was in high school when our parents hired this housekeeper. She must have been in her late fifties or early sixties. My hormones were raging, as is natural for a boy of that age, and I spent my time looking at ** magazines. One afternoon I was lying in bed in my underwear, looking at one of these magazines and touching myself, when she came in with a basket of clean clothes. She noticed what I was doing but still continued to the closet to put my clothes away. I got very excited and went into the bathroom to **. A little later, she came back to bring me coffee. I was still in bed, looking at the magazine and fondling my **. I took my hand out of my underwear, but I couldn't stop the outline of my ** from showing through the fabric. She put the coffee tray on the nightstand and sat down on my bed to ask me what I was doing. "Do you like the girls in the magazine?" she asked, and without waiting for my answer, she slid her hand under my underwear and started masturbating me. "You're so hard," she told me. And I came right away. Oh my God, what a mess, she said, wait here still while I go get a wet cloth to clean you up. That was the beginning of our afternoon adventures. She liked seeing me naked. She liked me showering while she cleaned my bathroom. And she liked to ** me and watch me ** all the milk. I used to get really turned on and wanted to put my hand between her legs, but she never let me. I also asked her to give me a ** but she told me she would not even do it to her husband. However, she did let me put my hand inside her bra and touch her ** while she masturbated me. Once I tried to take her bra off, but she got angry. However, she did pull down her bra strap so her ** were exposed and I could see and touch them while she masturbated me. She had pale white ** and pink **, and she let me ** them. But she wouldn't take off her bra. I think she was embarrassed that I saw how saggy her ** were. One day, when I returned home from baseball practice, almost at the time she was leaving, I walked into my room and found her washing the mirror in my bathroom. She was standing on her tiptoes and leaning slightly over the sink to reach the top of the mirror, so her dress had ridden up a little, and I could see the backs of her thighs, which were surprisingly taut for her age. I instantly got an ** and approached her from behind and, hugging her, I stuck my ** to her ** through the fabric of her dress and said, "I want to ** you." She placed the rag over the sink and said, "Come here so you can ** me," and walked over to my bedroom window overlooking the street. She lifted her dress, placed a hand on the window, and, pulling aside the hem of her **, said, "Put it in here." Before I put my ** in her, I could see the hair around her ** was blonde, and I was very excited. As I put my ** in her, I felt that she was extremely wet, and I didn't have to make the slightest effort to get it all the way in. I grabbed her hips to pound her hard, and she placed both hands on her half-open window. Just then, we saw her husband arriving in his car to pick her up. Of course, it was already five in the afternoon. "We'll have to stop here," I said, but she said, "Don't even think about stopping." "Keep going hard, he can see me, but not you because you're in the dark." And she shouted a greeting to him: "Wait a few minutes, my love. I was late cleaning the boy's bedroom window, but I'll finish soon." Blowing her a kiss, he said, "Don't worry, honey, take your time, I'm not in a hurry." He lit a cigarette and began reading the newspaper. I finished ** her while we watched her husband reading the newspaper. When I pulled my ** out after ** inside her, drops of my ** began to drip down her leg. It was all very **. "** me again," she said as she lay face up on my bed and spread her legs. Her ** was sparsely hairy and blonde. ** dripped from her pink lips. "Are you like my husband who likes to eat my **?" she said. "Come on, ** your own ** out of my **," she said. I immediately got a second ** and ** her again, shooting a second load of ** inside her. She moaned with pleasure, and that made me feel manly. "Get a wet cloth to clean me up. I have to go," she ordered. At that point, she'd already made me her subject, and I was just following orders. I cleaned her ** with all my patience, and she spread her legs so I could clean her ** too. She folded her used ** and put them in my underwear drawer, then put on some of mine to leave. The next day, she told me she told her husband everything while I was jerking him off. He can't get it up anymore, but he still manages to ** when she masturbates him. She's the woman with whom I've had the best ** in my life. She

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