It was perhaps about 5am when Thomas awoke to see his mother standing over his naked form and staring at the dried semen on his window. She shifted her gaze to her son.
“Where are your pajamas? Why are you naked on the floor… and for gods sake what is all this sticky stuff on your window?”
As she watched the red fill his cheeks with shame it all clicked into place. She tugged indignantly on the hem of her skirt as if to protect herself from her own son’s perverted look.
“Put some clothes on and come down for breakfast. Its time to start your paper-route.” She left without saying anything further about the incident.
Audrey Green was putting some things away in the hall closet when she heard the paperboy coming up the stairs to her porch. She smiled slightly as she closed the closet door and came into the living room to greet him. Opening the front door, she found Thomas just pulling her paper out of his bag.
“Why, hello Thomas. You seem earlier than usual today.” He blushed and looked down at his shoes.
“Hi, Ms. Green. Here’s your paper.”
She took it from him and held the door open.
“Thomas, why don’t you come in for a bit. We can chat for a while since you got such a nice head-start on your route.”
The younger man shyly nodded and followed her inside. He sat at the kitchen table while Ms. Green made some lemonade at the counter. He studied her ass as she bent over for a pitcher. He could see the slight lines of the legs and waistband of her panties through her skirt. And just like that…naughty Thomas had a boner. He reached down with one hand and tried to rub it a bit to make the pressure not so hurtful… it was wrapped painfully around one of the leg openings of his white cotton briefs and as it tried to stiffen it goaded his sore penis. Ms. Green turned and caught him rubbing.
“Thomas, is everything ok?” He blushed deeply and asked to use her bathroom. Audrey gave a knowing smirk and pointed to a room off the hall. He shuffled off to the bathroom, closing the door and pulling his pants and down. He knew he had to be extra careful, as this door didn’t have a working lock. He decided to just pull his cock out through the opening in his briefs to wank it.
In the kitchen Audrey was laughing softly at the too obvious slapping sounds coming from her bathroom. Despite what the paperboy thought, he was making quite a lot of noise in there and the sounds were unmistakable. He was beating off in her bathroom, Audrey thought with a grin. This had never happened before in all the times they had chatted. Audrey’s mind filled with the image of Ms. Fortune milking the sperm from her pet pervert’s leashed balls. She ran a hand down to her thigh and traced the garter strap there. She had dressed up special for Thomas today. She intended to tease him with the mixed messages of her otherwise conservative attire mixed with the mature feminine appearance of an old fashioned garter and stockings.
She got up from her chair and slowly walked over to the bathroom door. She pressed her ear to it and was greeted with the telltale heavy breathing and ball slapping that accompanies masturbation. She took her ear away and addressed the door:
“Thomas. Are you going to be much longer, dear?” She tried to hold her laughter.
There was a startled gasp followed by the rustling of clothes.
“N-no, Ma’am. Just finishing up.”
A moment later Thomas opened the door looking flushed and nervous as he practically walked into Audrey standing in the bathroom doorway. There was a terribly accusatory moment of silence as she slowly glanced down at his crotch. He hadn’t managed to zip up properly and the zip had caught in the material of his white briefs.
“Ohhh…” she cooed, “let me help you with that.”
She had him stand in front of her while she sat in a kitchen chair. She raised the hem of her skirt slightly enough to show the darker banded tops of her beige stockings and the little clasps that cinched them to her garter belt. She drew Thomas closer and wrapped her stockinged legs about his own to keep him in place.
“My, my, my… got your underpants in a bunch, huh?” She chuckled.
Thomas was very nervous. He hadn’t cum yet and his balls felt heavy with sperm. He saw that Ms. Green was wearing those kind of stockings that Ms. Fortune always wore and his penis stiffened up slightly. It was an easy matter for Audrey to pull the underpants out of his zip but she handled the wadded material for a while. She pulled on it hard and the young mans dick was forced down one leg opening. She easily made out the shape of his boner as it throbbed against his pant leg. Still tethering him to her with his briefs, she slowly brought her hand up to caress the fattened head. Looking up at him in mock innocence, she asked: “Whatever is this, Thomas? Hmm?”
When he began to stutter incoherently, she laughed and let go of his briefs. He quickly zipped up and said he had to go. Audrey just continued to laugh as she nodded her understanding.
With the reverence of a monk, he quietly ascended the steps to Ms. Fortune’s front door. He felt around for the key, found it just where she said it would be, and entered the house. It was quiet inside and he felt like an intruder. He quickly fished out her newspaper and left it on the dining room table per her instructions. Then, he heard that awful sound… like a wounded cow “mooing”. There were sharp smacking sounds and even sharper admonishments being delivered in a firm female voice. It all seemed to be coming from upstairs. Remembering the bizarre show from the previous day, he had to follow those sounds. There was a sinister cadence to noises. They were almost… rhythmic. He slowly climbed the stairs that led to the upstairs and noticed to his good fortune that the far bedroom door was slightly ajar. He could now clearly make out the woman’s voice.
SMACK!
