I Thought She Was Asleep

Written by SilverFox

At almost 15 and growing up in a small town was frustrating to be sure. The only pussy I had come across was my hand tightly wrapped around my stiffy. I was kind of shy so dating was kind of difficult. So I had resigned myself to a lot of jerk off sessions.

I used to do a lot of lawn mowing and odd jobs during the summer vacation to earn spending money and also to save up for a car. I had a few regular jobs I did each week. One morning I got up and came down for beak fast. My dad had already gone to work and my mom would after break fast.

"Dear do you want another lawn to mow?"

"Yeah I can handle another one."

Mom told me about Mrs. Carson who lived on the edge of town. She had met her at church. My mom went on and gave me all the info on Mrs. Carson.

"Poor lady lost he husband about three or four years ago and hasn't been right since. I guess she drinks quite a bit to try and forget."

With Mrs. Carson's address I rode my bike over to her house. Her lawn was certainly in need of mowing. I knocked on the door and waited. When it opened Mrs. Carson stood in the opening.

"Yes?"

"Ah...Mrs. Carson, my mom sent me over thinking you might need some lawn work done."

"Oh yes you must be Gloria's boy, come on in."

I could smell the alcohol on her breath as I walked past her. She was wearing an old housedress that was loose fitting but even with that I could tell that she did not wear a bra. Her tits, which were about medium size bobbled nicely as she walked. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen. She was in her early 50's, not a raging beauty nor a killer body but she was female and that's all it took sometimes to give me a woody. She showed me the garage where her mower was and after quite a time I finally got it running and did the lawn.

Each time I went over to her house after that she would usually have me come in afterwards and she would fix me a snack or at least give me a cold coke. Usually she would be slurring her words some from drinking. She always seemed to have a glass in her hand.

The third time I was there and I got the lawn done I went into the back door which opened into the kitchen. I got a coke out of the fridge and heading for the living room. What I saw there made me gasp! Mrs. Carson was lying on her back on the couch. She was wearing a bathrobe but her one leg was on the floor and the other cocked on the couch causing her robe to be fully open to her crotch! There before me was her hairy pussy! She seemed to be sound asleep. On the floor along side her was an empty glass that smelled of whiskey.

I slowly walked over to her. By the time I got there my cock was fully erect and straining to get out. I knelt down by her hips so I could get a closer look at her pussy. I could see her pink opening through the thick mass of hair. I called her name several times and no answer just deep breathing. I nervously extended my hand towards her pussy. I slowly ran my fingers up and down the slit. Then after shaking her a little I slipped my finger into her. She let out a little moan but didn't wake. When I pulled my finger out it was really wet! The smell of the wetness on my fingers made my cock launch a huge glob of pre cum into my shorts. The odor was so exciting. I had to take out my cock. I began slowly stroking it as I looked at her pussy. Then it hit me, if I could stick my finger in and it didn't wake her then maybe I could stick my dick in just for a second! ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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