My Neighbor Emily 2

From the door where I stood, I noticed that her breasts were larger, unlike how they appeared when she was in her bra earlier. They fit so well above her cute toned stomach and her gorgeously shaped hips.

Her hips were succulent and from the back where i viewed it from, they appeared thicker that they were from when I viewed them in her pants.

After she had ran the razor over her legs, she turned around to face towards the door where I stood. I quickly ducked back behind the door fearing that I might be spotted. However when I heard no reaction, I put my eye to the door again.

I almost gasped in shock when I peeped back into the bathroom and saw her massaging shaving cream around the lips of her pussy. She was using the shaving razor to shave all around her private parts.

I watched her step out of the bathtub and come towards the door.

I hid, fearing that I might be discovered by her, fearing her outburst and my lack of words to explain my self, if Incase she were to catch me.

She came closer to the door and I hid even more. Just as I thought she was going to catch me, she walked straight past me and went into her room. Stark naked, not worried if someone would have caught her or if any of her children were to wake up.

I wanted to heave a sigh of relief after she did not discover me but I couldn't dare make a sound and next I heard her rummaging around in one of the drawers in her room.

I hear her footsteps getting closer again and I ran behind the door again and hid and she walked past me again without discovering that i was there.

I heard the sound of her climbing into the bathtub again and few minutes later, I heard the water running.

When I looked back, I saw her running her hand up and down over some clear object.

My focus on whatever was in her hands quickly shifted as I noticed her sliding her hands into her abdomen and moving it up and down in a calculated friction.

As she does this repeatedly, she tilted her head backwards and moaned.

“Mhhhhh Nancy, this is the best present you’ve ever gotten me” she said to herself.

My mind froze up for a second. Nancy? As in my mother Nancy? What is she taking about? I questioned myself and thoughts.

It was when she lifted her hand up and opened her mouth to shove what she held into it that I realized.

She was holding a dildo!

I saw her saliva covering off it as she dipped it deep into her mouth.

Regardless of my mother's name that I had heard her call, I began to harden as I watched her take the whole of the big sized dildo into her mouth.

Pulling it out of her mouth she moaned and traced the tip of it across her breast and down over her stomach. Until the tip was just barely seen after she went down her lower parts with it.

She began rubbing it around her opened legs as she played with her nipples.

I was in disbelief as she moaned and started rolling it around the insides of her.

By now my cock was painfully hard and straining to break free of my skinny jeans.

Reaching down I undid my belt and pull my pants down enough to free them.

As I began to run my hand up and down my throbbing member while still watching her, she slipped the dildo deeper into herself. Moaning loudly, she began to rocks it back and fourth without pulling it out of her insides.

As I was busy stroking myself I noticed the leg of her pants sticking out from behind the door.

An Idea struck the back of my mind.

Looking back at Emily, I saw that she was still caught up in the pleasure of the artificial member she had inside of her and was leaning back with her eyes closed.

Slowly and nervously, I opened the door, reaching my hands out and grabbing her pants,i carefully untangled her underwear from them.

She gasped loudly, I quickly look over at her fearing I had been busted. Thankfully her eyes were still closed and her gasps came from her pleasures and I appeared to have gone unnoticed.

It wasn't until I crawled back outside and pulled the door shut, that I actually took a look at her underwear.

I was surprised when I looked down to find myself holding a pair of almost completely black lace underwear. They have a beautiful floral pattern stretching across them, and were completely see through apart from the slightly thicker gusset, which has a stronger juice smell from that of my mother's. As i touched it, I found it to still be slightly damp..

Another moan from her distracted me from my lust as I look over to continue watching her. With shaking hands I brought the underwear up to my face as I watched her pull the dido out before slowly forcing it back in to her.

I pressed the soft material against my nose, inhaling the metallic aroma of her womanhood mixing with the tang of her sweat.

I continued stroking my hand up and down my member as I deeply inhaled her scent. Watching on as she slipped the dildo in and out of herself and moans in ecstasy.

Taking the panties away from my nose I gently rub the smooth damp material up and down my shaft. Watching intently as she sped up her thrusts.

She moaned with her head tilted to the side. As she Leans back into the corner of the shower moaning. I watch on intently as she roughly gropes her breast before pulling on her nipple, causing her head to snap back with a sharp intake of breath.

I could feel the pressure building up inside me as I started to get close.

I watched her frantically slamming the dildo into herself as she shuddered and wraped her hand over her mouth. Screaming into her hand she bucked her hips as a powerful orgasm washed over her.

My own came only a few seconds later, as I shoot load after load of my cum into my hand that I had used to cover my member.

Emily collapsed onto the floor of the bathtub with a soft thud, looking completely drained. Running her fingertips up and down her arms she sighs and begins to stand up.

Fearing being caught I quickly stood up and shove her panties into my pocket.

Walking quietly down the hall and out the front door I exited into the cold night air. On the short walk home I kept thinking of the events of tonight. Almost in disbelief as to what happened.

My thoughts never left what I had heard Emily say about my mother and her “present.” it lingered in my memory.

Walking in the front door of my house and through to the living room. I saw my mother sitting on the couch.

“You’re home late” She remarked looking up from her laptop.

“Yeah, I helped Emily in arranging her groceries ” I respond, trying to sound calm and casual, while walking up back to my room.