A Text Book Seduction (Part 2)

So ended my initial seduction. Should I call it that? What else can I? I’d planned it to see if my man phobia was age-related. Well, it looked as though it might be. Even though I hadn’t fucked John (yet) or even given him a blow job (yet), I’d felt none of the panic attack symptoms that usually stalk me in the presence of men, especially when alone with men. I hoped, at our next meeting (can’t call it a date), I might get further, and he might be able to hold on longer. And I’d find out a bit more about myself.But, perhaps I was being premature. John certainly didn’t look as though he wanted the afternoon to end, even if his substantial cock was less than substantial at that moment. I’d see where things went and see if I could find out more about him and his mother.“Does your mother wear stockings?” A question like that, asked out of the blue, to a shy nineteen-year-old, was probably stupid, but he answered.“No.” The reply was instant. It told me he was familiar with his mother’s attire, which interested me. I’m devious, but I wanted to find out whether there was any chance Beylikdüzü Escort she might join in our fun, and ascertaining her lingerie style, I thought, might give me a clue.“So you’ve looked?”His beetroot face returned. “Don’t worry, John, I won’t tell her and I’d bet ninety percent of boys your age do the same thing.” I had no idea, actually, but I needed to reassure him he was “normal.”“Yeah.”“Up her skirt, or in her lingerie drawer?”“Both.”“Does she wear sexy lingerie?”“Sometimes.”“Just special occasions?”“Not always. Sometimes, when she goes out.”“With your dad?”“Yeah, but other times, too.”“Special times?”“How’d you mean?”“If she’s meeting friends or going to the cinema, for example.”“I dunno.”“Do you think she’s meeting a man or woman?”“What? For sex?” His voice had risen an octave. He sounded incredulous.“No. No way.” I’d pressed enough. It was interesting she sometimes wore sexy undies, but then I was relying on John’s definition of sexy. A nineteen-year-old virgin might not be the most reliable person to define that. I changed Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan tack.“How do you know when she wears them?” A hesitation. The first in a while.“I check the laundry basket.” He looked a little guilty, but what a candid answer! I know I’d just given him the show of his life, but I was a stranger. Perhaps that’s why he felt he could tell me. Or perhaps the view in front of him had removed his ability to refuse to tell.“Do you wank into her knickers?” The embarrassment receded. He was now reliving his thoughts of having his mother’s knickers wrapped around his cock. A long hesitation. I thought I’d gone too far. I relieved him of the need to reply.“Would you like to wank into mine?” I picked them up from beside me where they’d been since he took them off and dangled them in front of him like a biscuit in front of a dog. His eyes widened, “Yeah!”I screwed them up and tossed them to him. If he did cum into them, I guessed the chances of me getting a blow job or fuck would recede further, but I was keen to get him relaxed Escort Beylikdüzü and was sure there’d be other opportunities.I undid the remaining buttons on my blouse and pulled my other tit out of the bra, pushed them together, and opened my legs. Such a demure, sophisticated pose! It seemed to please him, though!As he was wanking himself, his control seemed better.“When you’re ready, cum over my face,” I said with a smile. He didn’t answer. He was in the zone, concentrating on my fingers, which were alternating between teasing my pussy and tweaking my nipples.It didn’t take long. The spurt from his cock was well aimed, more by accident than design I think, his hot cum landing on my cheeks, lips, and forehead. Not that the quantity was anything like the first time.He’d not reacted badly to what I did with his first load, so I repeated it. This time taking time to suck it off my fingers while I stared into his eyes. Yes, John, this could — will — be your cock.Although totally flaccid, he was still wanking. After I’d cleaned my face, I said, “Let me clean you.”I’d thought to take him in my mouth to see if I could resurrect his manhood. I held out a hand to encourage him to step forward. He did. That’s when the alarm bells sounded in my head. out of nowhere, a klaxon at 150 decibels. I had thought I’d stopped them. Dismantled them. Sold them for scrap. Shit, shit, shit.