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My best friend, Mark's, mom was so strict that I never thought of her in a sexual way... that is until I saw her dominating side. When we were 14, we broke into our neighbors shed. It was the shed of an old couple who lived at the end of our street. The had a shed in the woods that was about the size of a shipping container. It looked like no one had been in there for years. As we were seeing what interesting things he had we cam across a5 boxes of vintage playboys. Jackpot.
We hung out in the shed looking at as many as we could getting riled up. Mark was always showing his dick so it was no surpirise when he started jerking off a foot away from me. I joined him, and took out my dick and started to stroke my cock looking at a busty, curvy woman with a full bush. I've never seen a full bush but I loved it. Mark's cock was a lot smaller than mine and I could see him staring. He asked, "dude, has your dick always been that big? Let me touch it." I said no fucking way but he was persistent. He talked me into letting him touch my dick for a few minutes then letting me touch his.
I never though of other guys in that way but something about it was a turn out. Being in someone else's shed, doing something new, the fact that we could get caught any second, all made my heart beat faster and the blood rush to my cock.
I pulled my pants down to my ankles, laid back across a few boxes, spread my legs a bit, and let Mark get what he wanted. I kept looking at this sexy, mature, curvy, hairy playmate and Mark's mand started to feel sublime on my cock. I looked down and he was fascinated by my full, throbing, cock.
He had one hand on my dick and the other on his stroking them both. It felt amazing. After a few minutes we switched places and it was my turn. I was so horny an curious that I didn't hesitate. I noticed Mark was no longer looking at the magazines and was watching me play.
He was as hard as a rock and I was feeling confident so I stoped playing with myself and used my one hand for his shaft and another for his balls, occasionally brushing one finger close to his asshole.
His dick started to drip percum from the tip and that's when I decided my turn was over. I didn't want to get his cum all over my hand. We switch positions again and there was no hesitation. Mark got down on his knees so my dick was right in his face and started playing with my shaft, balls, ass, everything. I kept looking at my playmate and started day dreaming about smelling her bushy pussy, licking her, touching her. I was lost in my fantasy.
I was socked back to reality when I felt Mark take the head of my cock into his mouth. I was shocked; paralyzed by the moment and couldn't move, speak, or do anything. I just knew that it felt so good.
About 30 seconds later I see some comotion outside the shed window and all of a sudden the door swings open and it's the old man's wife yelling at us. She caught us pants down, cock in mouth, looking at playboys. We rushed to get our pants up, grabbed what ever playboys we could, and bolted past her out the door. We ran through the woods and out into the adjacent neighbors back yard.
We both got our pants on properly while simultaneously saying "dude, that was so close." I asked, "Do you think she knows who we are and will tell your parents?". Mark didn't seem worried. He said there were both senial and never left their house. His confidence and irrevelence was enough to put me at ease.
It took us about 15 minutes but wemade it back to Mark's house and suffed the stolen magazines down our pant legs jsut incase anyone was home. In hindsight it wasn't a very good hiding spot to try and smuggle something undected.
We walked in the front door and Mrs. McCarthy was standing in the hallway in sweatpant shorts, a tight white vneck, no bra, and barefoot. She had the phone in hand and hand on hip, with a devious smile on her face. Turns out the old neighbor knew Mrs. McCarthy, wasn't senial, and knew exactly who we were. She called Mrs. McCarthy, told her what she saw and we were caught. My heart sank.
She could see somehitn buldging out of our pant legs and asked us what we had. We both said "nothing?" which was the wrong answer. "She said drop your pants, both of you. Do you think it's pkay to steal? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Maybe a little emparrasment will make my point. DROP EM!"
We did as told and there were the playboys. I thought that was the extent of our punsihment but I was mistaken. "Did I tell you to stop there?" Mrs. McCarthy said. "your underware too".
We pulled down our tighty whities. I was embarrased to be standing pantless in front of Mark's mom. Maybe it was the addreline still rushing through my bod or the lingering naughtness of everything that happened so far that day but part of me enjoyed this.
Mrs. McCarthy paused for a few minutes and was starting at my cock with her mouth half ofer in shock. Then she said "my god, no wonder you wanted to play with that thing Mark. it's twice the size of yours". Mark blushed.
"I know what you two were doing in that shed and it's not going unpunished. Give me the magazines, Mark got to your room, and Dean, come with me."
She came over and we handed her the playboys. I reached down to pull up my pants and was instantally scolded. "Did I say you could put your pants on? You don't mind taking them off in someone elses shed so you shouldn't mind it here. Gie me your pants too, the both of you."
We did as we were told, Mark when to his room and I followed Mrs. McCarthy to the kitchen.
We hung out in the shed looking at as many as we could getting riled up. Mark was always showing his dick so it was no surpirise when he started jerking off a foot away from me. I joined him, and took out my dick and started to stroke my cock looking at a busty, curvy woman with a full bush. I've never seen a full bush but I loved it. Mark's cock was a lot smaller than mine and I could see him staring. He asked, "dude, has your dick always been that big? Let me touch it." I said no fucking way but he was persistent. He talked me into letting him touch my dick for a few minutes then letting me touch his.
I never though of other guys in that way but something about it was a turn out. Being in someone else's shed, doing something new, the fact that we could get caught any second, all made my heart beat faster and the blood rush to my cock.
I pulled my pants down to my ankles, laid back across a few boxes, spread my legs a bit, and let Mark get what he wanted. I kept looking at this sexy, mature, curvy, hairy playmate and Mark's mand started to feel sublime on my cock. I looked down and he was fascinated by my full, throbing, cock.
He had one hand on my dick and the other on his stroking them both. It felt amazing. After a few minutes we switched places and it was my turn. I was so horny an curious that I didn't hesitate. I noticed Mark was no longer looking at the magazines and was watching me play.
He was as hard as a rock and I was feeling confident so I stoped playing with myself and used my one hand for his shaft and another for his balls, occasionally brushing one finger close to his asshole.
His dick started to drip percum from the tip and that's when I decided my turn was over. I didn't want to get his cum all over my hand. We switch positions again and there was no hesitation. Mark got down on his knees so my dick was right in his face and started playing with my shaft, balls, ass, everything. I kept looking at my playmate and started day dreaming about smelling her bushy pussy, licking her, touching her. I was lost in my fantasy.
I was socked back to reality when I felt Mark take the head of my cock into his mouth. I was shocked; paralyzed by the moment and couldn't move, speak, or do anything. I just knew that it felt so good.
About 30 seconds later I see some comotion outside the shed window and all of a sudden the door swings open and it's the old man's wife yelling at us. She caught us pants down, cock in mouth, looking at playboys. We rushed to get our pants up, grabbed what ever playboys we could, and bolted past her out the door. We ran through the woods and out into the adjacent neighbors back yard.
We both got our pants on properly while simultaneously saying "dude, that was so close." I asked, "Do you think she knows who we are and will tell your parents?". Mark didn't seem worried. He said there were both senial and never left their house. His confidence and irrevelence was enough to put me at ease.
It took us about 15 minutes but wemade it back to Mark's house and suffed the stolen magazines down our pant legs jsut incase anyone was home. In hindsight it wasn't a very good hiding spot to try and smuggle something undected.
We walked in the front door and Mrs. McCarthy was standing in the hallway in sweatpant shorts, a tight white vneck, no bra, and barefoot. She had the phone in hand and hand on hip, with a devious smile on her face. Turns out the old neighbor knew Mrs. McCarthy, wasn't senial, and knew exactly who we were. She called Mrs. McCarthy, told her what she saw and we were caught. My heart sank.
She could see somehitn buldging out of our pant legs and asked us what we had. We both said "nothing?" which was the wrong answer. "She said drop your pants, both of you. Do you think it's pkay to steal? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Maybe a little emparrasment will make my point. DROP EM!"
We did as told and there were the playboys. I thought that was the extent of our punsihment but I was mistaken. "Did I tell you to stop there?" Mrs. McCarthy said. "your underware too".
We pulled down our tighty whities. I was embarrased to be standing pantless in front of Mark's mom. Maybe it was the addreline still rushing through my bod or the lingering naughtness of everything that happened so far that day but part of me enjoyed this.
Mrs. McCarthy paused for a few minutes and was starting at my cock with her mouth half ofer in shock. Then she said "my god, no wonder you wanted to play with that thing Mark. it's twice the size of yours". Mark blushed.
"I know what you two were doing in that shed and it's not going unpunished. Give me the magazines, Mark got to your room, and Dean, come with me."
She came over and we handed her the playboys. I reached down to pull up my pants and was instantally scolded. "Did I say you could put your pants on? You don't mind taking them off in someone elses shed so you shouldn't mind it here. Gie me your pants too, the both of you."
We did as we were told, Mark when to his room and I followed Mrs. McCarthy to the kitchen.
