Friday morning.
“Penny, what’s wrong? Over the past few weeks, you haven’t been yourself. Are things okay, my dear? Nancy, who has been Penny’s neighbour and friend for the past two years, put a consoling hand on her shoulder; the touch of her hand nearly brought Penny to tears.
In the kitchen of Penny’s home, they sat on futuristic-looking plastic chairs and gossiped most mornings while their pot of Earl Grey tea sat on the plain Formica table with its yellow and black laminate design. The husbands were at work, and the children were packed off to school. Nancy preferred Penny’s contemporary sixties aesthetic over the drabness of her Victorian home with its dark wood furnishings. Paul worked as an accountant and made enough money to support Penny’s middle-class suburban lifestyle.
“Come on, Dear, you know you can tell me anything,” Nancy probed again with pouting lips.
Nancy was a vivacious, unrestrained woman who spoke her opinions without giving careful thought to the words she used. Like chalk and cheese, or ying and yang—two very different personalities that nonetheless complemented each other flawlessly for a great friendship. Because of her Christian upbringing, Penny was much more modest and reserved. She was frequently taken aback by Nancy’s remarks but secretly wished she were more like her.
“Well… I don’t have all day, Dear.” Nancy was getting impatient; she always had to push to get Penny to open up.
“It’s Paul.” Her cheeks flushed.
Nancy’s eyes widened. ‘Hopefully this will be juicy,’ she thought. “Go on, out with it, dear.”
Penny let out a long sigh. “He’s been distant, you know…. In bed.”
“He’s not giving it to you?” Nancy rubbed her hand up and down Penny’s back sympathetically. “How long?”
“It’s been about six months; I try, but he’s always too tired.” Penny took a sip of tea.
“Wow, six months? No way I could go that long without a cock in me. Have you tried a blowjob to get him going? Guys love them.”
“NANCY.” Penny was shocked at the word “cock,” but the crudeness of the sound sent a tingle to her clit.
“You need to spice things up, get him horny as hell, wear some sexy clothes, and masturbate in front of him, and then he’ll want to fuck you.” The word “fuck” sent another tingle to her clit.
“I am not sure I could put it in my mouth.” Penny had never really wanted to suck a cock; it seemed dirty to her and not the sort of thing a Christian lady should do.
“Jesus, are you telling me you’ve never sucked him off or let him cum in your mouth?” Nancy was amazed. “Does he go down on your pussy and eat you out?”
Penny hesitated, realising that she shouldn’t have initiated this conversation given that it was becoming increasingly awkward. “Yes, occasionally.” Her cheeks flushed as she confessed.
“So why don’t you return the favour? It makes you feel good when he is lapping at your honeypot, right? Just imagine how good it would make his cock feel.” Nancy always loved swallowing John’s huge load.
As the women conversed, the tea in the pot gradually cooled. Penny started to realise that talking about her anxieties and getting her friend’s unfiltered counsel was actually rather beneficial. She was determined to make their sex life more exciting. Penny mulled over some of Nancy’s suggestions; dressing more sensually and teasing Paul could be the solution, creating a desire so strong he would want to take her right away.
-X-
Two weeks prior.
John and Nancy were in the kitchen when Sally, their only daughter, appeared through the doorway dressed in her birthday suit; it had been common since their summer holiday last year when they spent a week at Camp Natural.
“Mum, I’ve been thinking about the holiday again. Do you think Mr and Mrs Brown would be interested in joining us? She is very pretty and kind. Mr Brown is very friendly too. I think they’d be fun to be around.” Sally had seen the way Paul eyed her busty chest when he thought no one would see. Sally had a preference for mature people.
“I am not sure, Sally; Penny seems quite conservative when it comes to things like that, but leave it with me. I’ll mention it when the time is right.” Nancy liked the idea; she thought Paul was cute and wondered what his cock might look like.
“She reminds me of a lady I met last year called Pam.” Nancy could see Sally’s nipples harden; her bud was also protruding from its hood, clearly visible on her silky-smooth hairless pussy. Nancy was curious, as Sally had never spoken about Pam before.
-X-
Friday afternoon: Shocking discoveries.
Penny spent the remainder of the day cleaning and organising their futuristic home, complete with contemporary furnishings and eye-catching patterned wallpaper. She inhaled deeply as she arrived at Jason’s bedroom, calming herself as she put her hand on the door handle. He was a typical lazy adolescent lad with raging hormones who had absolutely no idea what a bin was meant for; cleaning his room was a terrible chore. With caution, Penny scooped up the wet tissues from the floor beside his bed between her fingertips and placed them gingerly in the bin that he never used.
She was shocked to discover two pairs of used knickers beneath his pillow when making his bed. One pair was hers; the couch was covered in dried cream from her frequent fantasies about sex. The other pair in identical condition belonged to his sister, Mary. The idea of someone sniffing her panties instantly aroused Penny, but it was her son, for god’s sake. How could she possibly be aroused by him?
“What on earth is he doing with our underwear?” pushing the thought quickly out of her mind before the horror of his actions had the opportunity to truly sink in.
The weekend had gone by quickly, but not exactly the way she had anticipated. In an attempt to encourage Paul to notice her pendulous east-west orbs with thick, stubby nipples perched on top, pointing outward, she even went braless and made sure he saw her naked on Saturday morning while dressing, touching him tenderly on the arm or leg throughout the day. The effect of her flirtatious behaviour on her son was something she had not anticipated. Her hard teats were clearly visible as her breasts swayed gracefully beneath the silk of her blouse, and Jason had noted every tiny movement.
When Penny finally caught Jason gazing at her intently, like a tiger peering at its victim, she froze. He was attempting to hide a bulge in his loose bell-bottom jeans using his hands. Paul, on the other hand, was too absorbed in “Z Cars” on their modern black-and-white television to have noticed. Penny found it awkward to be her adolescent son’s object of desire; the way he sat there with passion in his eyes, mentally undressing her, was so improper, but the attention was strangely welcome and made her feel like a wanted woman.
Paul’s little princess, Mary, would spend her evenings engrossed in a book. Penny was unaware that they were truly sultry, pornographic Victorian erotica that her school friend had surreptitiously acquired from her mother’s extensive collection. And if she had known what Paul was doing when she was asleep in the middle of the night, she would have blown a fuse. The kids were usually sent to bed at nine-thirty. Mary was a serial masturbator and always eager to return to her room and finger her pussy into the early hours as she re-read her favourite pages over and over.
“Did you see the way Jason was looking at my chest this evening? I am sure he even had an erection.” Penny hoped Paul would finally notice her large, soft globes as she made an effort to catch his eye with them.
“He’s just a teenage boy. If it has a pulse, it will excite him.” The flippant comment cut her deep; was he implying she was just a piece of meat?
“You know… he had my panties under his pillow.” She hoped it would hurt Paul, getting her own back for his cutting comment. His eyes remained fixed on the TV set.
“And your little princess, Mary’s knickers too.” Paul immediately looked up at her. Why hadn’t he thought of that before?
“He’s just hormonal; it’s a passing phase.” It’s not the response she expected or wanted. Where was the anger at the thought of someone sniffing their panties and masturbating? This is all so wrong, she thought.
Defeated Penny walked upstairs to bed after leaving Paul lounging on the couch; she heard the distinct sound of self-gratification coming from Jason’s room. A warm rush filled her panties, making her instantly wet—a sound she had not heard in six months. Her pulse sped. A part of her wanted to walk in and catch him red-handed, but I was a taboo fantasy, and she knew it was improper to even consider it. But the fact that she’d aroused him, and he was rock hard from staring at her tits all evening, was a new emotion that caused conflict deep within.
Feeling neglected, she thought a good-night embrace would lift her spirits. She opened Mary’s bedroom door without knocking, as usual, and regretted her decision immediately. Penny’s jaw dropped open in horror at what she saw: Mary lay face down on the bed, nude, her face buried in the pillow, her legs spread wide, her ass slightly elevated, juddering as she quickly fingered her drenched pussy. Uncertain whether what she was witnessing was real or a dream, she stood still, fixed to the spot.
Knowing the pleasure Mary was experiencing as she climaxed nearly silently into the pillow, her nipples tightened. Mary had also been eyeing her mother’s tits that night, and she was now cumming as she envisioned herself sucking on her huge, hard, thick teats. After taking one last glance at her young pussy, with its hairless lips and moist slit filled with her fingers, she stealthily shut the door and slipped into her own room.
“I think I should really start knocking on doors before I open them.”
As Penny undressed, her body was reacting to her own sibling’s passion; her panties were drenched, and her huge clit was throbbing and engorged, demanding attention. Her mind was in turmoil, both aroused and emotionally torn. She was turned on in a way she had not anticipated when she saw Mary’s flawless body experiencing an orgasm, and she was baffled as to why. Her head was abruptly flooded with images of Jason’s lustful gaze; she felt a fresh chill as she recalled the wild look as he mentally stripped her naked. “Stop, stop, this is so wrong.” Unconsciously her fingers found her blazing-hot slit; as if caught in a psychedelic sex haze, she couldn’t shake the blur of images: Mary masturbating and the predatory feasting of Jason’s eyes. The absence of sex was obviously impacting her judgement.
Penny felt a little more satisfied after a short but intense climax. She was certain she heard Paul coming up the stairs about an hour later while she dozed, but their bedroom door remained closed. In the hopes that the sight would make him hard, she had been waiting naked on the bed. He hadn’t shown up, which was curious. Penny got out of bed and put her ear to the door; nothing sounded, but something didn’t feel quite right. Her heart was racing as she pried open the door, creating the smallest opening that allowed her to glimpse into the shadowy hallway.
Paul stood peeping into Mary’s bedroom, illuminated by a tiny shaft of bluish light. When Penny saw that he was caressing his hard cock, she gasped but managed to contain the sound. She then thought she could hear Mary muttering something to him. He was masturbating while letching on his daughter, most likely to the same scene that she had seen only an hour before. “Bastard pervert,” she yelled inside her head. Silently shutting the door, Penny returned to her bed, covered herself with the covers, and pretended to be asleep. Unsure of what to do, her thoughts were trapped like debris circling in a tornado. Paul emerged in silence ten minutes later and hurried into the en suite.
-X-
Sunday morning.
On Sundays, the kids frequently left Penny and Paul alone to visit their friends’ houses. which was often when they made love, but for the past six months, that hadn’t been the case. Penny threw her drenched panties into the laundry basket beside the Hoover twin-tub machine, a luxury machine that few people could afford, as she made her way to the kitchen. Paul sat in the lounge with his Sunday papers while she prepared a pot of tea and settled into the kitchen to read a magazine. The weekend had not gone at all as planned, and Penny needed guidance; she was furious and wanted to confront Paul about his spying on Mary, and was confident Nancy would know just how to deal with the situation she found herself in.
She busied herself preparing a Sunday roast in an attempt to distract herself from Paul’s lecherous behaviour. When she went into the utility room to load the washing machine, she discovered her wet panties, covered in copious amounts of freshly secreted love juice from the previous evening, were gone. “I’m putting a stop to this right now.” With her hands on her hips, Penney strode into the living room and gave Paul, who was engrossed in his newspaper, a fierce glare.
“Do you know what that pervert son of yours has done?” In a brash and obviously annoyed tone, Penny tried to get his attention.
Still buried behind his paper. “No, but I am sure you’re going to tell me.”
“He’s taken my underwear again.”
“What do you want me to do about it? I told you it would pass; he’s a teenage boy. What do you expect?” Paul kept his paper up and turned a page, trying to avoid any conflict.
In a rage, Penny spun and stormed upstairs to Jason’s bedroom door. She took a moment to gather herself, not wanting to come across as overly irate but in control of the situation. She wanted Jason to understand that his behaviour was wrong and his mother’s wet pants shouldn’t be used to arouse him. She took a deep breath, opened the door, and froze. She saw something that she could never unsee, just like she had with Mary. Jason’s gangly figure, nude, lying on his back with his legs stretched wide, sucking the gusset of her panties while frantically jerking his impossibly large cock.
Even though just a few seconds had passed, time appeared to slow down, like a scene in an action film, as their gazes locked, horror in hers and glazed desire in his. Penny glanced back at his cock to be sure it wasn’t an optical illusion. Jason’s thick shaft towered over egg-sized heavy balls that weighed the sack downward; he had hesitated like a rabbit caught in headlights, uncertain what to do. Like a precious trophy being polished, his cock stood magnificently in his hand. Penny’s cheeks flushed, her nipples hardened, and her clit ballooned all at once as the heat surged to her pussy. With a fast spin, she closed the door securely behind her and left the room as quickly as she had come.
Shellshocked and dizzy with blurry vision, she stumbled down the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Her heart was racing, and she was afraid she might faint at any given moment. She found herself sitting on her bed, staring blankly. The thought of Jason’s enormous endowment, which was far bigger than Paul’s above-average-sized penis, continued to haunt her mind. She made a valiant effort to push it from her thoughts, but she was unable to think of anything other than the huge, magnificent erection she had witnessed.
Later downstairs, she made an admirable attempt to avoid eye contact with Jason over dinner, but his eyes were like x-rays boring through her clothes, feasting on her every motion and undressing her as he imagined taking her directly to the table. He gave Penny a knowing wink with a crooked smile when their eyes finally locked. He knew that she was thinking about his erect cock; she was flustered, glancing sheepishly at his crotch when she thought he wasn’t looking. Penny was unable to concentrate on anything for the remainder of the day.
-X-
Monday morning’s naked truth.
“My goodness, Dear, you look as though you haven’t slept in a week. It looks like my suggestions worked. Has Paul been keeping you up all night stoking the fire?” Nancy had a look of victory in her eyes.
“Not exactly, no.” Penny filled the kettle. “I don’t know where to begin; it’s all too bizarre, and you won’t believe me anyway.”
“Now I am curious, dear… Tell me everything.” Nancy leaned in toward Penny, listening intently.
“Well, the short version is, my flirting did nothing for Paul but turned Jason into a crazed fiend who’s been stealing my underwear, and worse, Paul doesn’t even care about it; he is spying on Mary, but I think she is encouraging it. I walked in on both Mary and, later, Jason, and wished I hadn’t. I am a complete mess; nothing went to plan.” Penny held her shaking head in her hands, elbows planted firmly on the table.
“Paul is spying on Mary. What do you mean by that?”
“You know… Watching her masturbate while he does. I peeped from our bedroom door; he was there in the hallway playing with himself. I am sure Mary was whispering to him. Before that, I went to say goodnight to her; she didn’t see me, but when I opened the door, she was diddling herself.”
“What happened when you walked in on Jason? Was he jerking off too?” In the two years she’s known Penny, she’d never mentioned anything so crazy or hot. Nancy was fascinated and getting increasingly wet.
“Yes, that was a complete shock to the system. I wanted to confront him and tell him it was wrong to take my…
