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Things were rather inconvenient being stuck at home during the pandemic, his mother only worked half-time, while his dad worked overtime being a "first responder." It was so much harder for him to monitor his schedules, and those of his neighbors. Speaking of schedules he glanced over at his "study room" clock and with a smile changed his computer from the adult game he'd been playing to the Biology classroom channel. He was looking quite studious when he heard the tapping at his door. 'Come in, he responded and turned in his seat to see his mother entering the room with a tray, "Snack time dearie, she said with a smile an laid her tray on the table across the room.' Stan smiled, and watched a little to closely as his mother bent over and placed the tray on the table. Man-o-day, he thought to himself, she is total MILF. Thanks mom, he said pushing back from his computer and standing. He watched as her eyes went to the computer screen. What'ca studying, she asked?' 'Oh, he said, Biology, got a thesis to turn in so's I can finish class requirements'. His mother nodded, looked around the room for anything that would have to go back to the kitchen. Satisfied there was nothing, she gave her son a quick peck on the cheek and headed back downstairs. There was a glass of wine there that had her name on it, and, she had to get dinner started soon.
As he turned towards the snack tray his eyes were drawn to an unfamiliar car pulling into the driveway of his neighbors driveway. He moved to the window and watched as his neighbors daughter climbed out of the SUV and unloaded her things. That's right, he thought, Colleges were sending students home shorting the semesters for everybody. He nodded his approval as he watched closely as the girls sorted thru their things so she could take them into the house. He smiled, damn, it seems that pretty girls run in packs. The girls sorting out the car were a prime example. Long legged, perky busted, co-eds, in short a young man's dream. Helen, he thought to himself, her name was Helen, I'll welcome her home a bit later. Someone came out of the house to help her get all of her things in, Stanley smiled again, the Maid, he thought, and checked his clock, she'd be leaving for home soon, humming the Looney Toon's song Stan prepared for his afternoon delight.
Quickly he moved his telescope in front of the window and adjusted it's height so he could sit in his chair and watch the festivities, moved his tray and snacks to within arms reach and settled in. He was getting impatient, usually the maid would be taking her shower about now but there was no action in the room where she usually changed. She was an Asian woman, somewhere in her late thirties, but she had a body, while somewhat petite, was something to behold. Impatient, Stan scanned each of the windows of the house that faced him. He was rewarded when he saw movement in the upper windows and noticed that Helen, his neighbors daughter moving around in the room totally nude.
Adjusting his scope he found that it was almost like being there as she toweled herself off and began applying lotion to her freshly showered skin. Stan nearly fell out of his seat when he saw the Maid enter the room also as naked as a jay bird. He wondered to himself if they'd showered together, and felt it confirmed as the maid took the lotion bottle from Helen and began applying it to her skin. Helen lay back against her vanity and raised her arms as the woman worked from her shoulders to her breasts. From his vantage point it seemed that Helen was a cat being petted, her eyes were closed, her head tilted to the side as the woman worked her way down Helen's body.
"oh my, Stan muttered to himself as he watched Helen reach over and take the lotion bottle from her maid. She laid the bottle atop the dresser and guided her companion to the bed. Helen stared at her momentarily then retrieved the lotion and poured some into the palm of her hands. Helen was talking as she spread the lotion liberally onto her hands, though Stan couldn't tell what they were saying. Moving to the bed Helen climbed to a position over her companion and in slow gentle moves began applying the lotion. Stan watched the woman's head as she was pleasured by the touch of the younger woman. Helen was between the woman's legs and Stan watched as her companion raised her knees so they were on either side of her. Helen ran her hands over the woman's legs then began kissing them, first one side than the other. She worked her way down until she was over her sex. The maid seemed to guide Helen to her target, Stan watched as the maid reacted to the contact. Damn, he thought, as he felt his reaction to their show. Slowly he reached into his shorts and took himself in hand. He couldn't remember when he'd been so hard. He let out a breath as he watched the maid roll over her so that her companion was on her back. Slowly she moved until Helen was trapped beneath her, she turned her body and eased herself into a sixty-nine position. Stan worked himself in rhythm with the ladies. He stroked himself, feeling the warmth and tension building as the ladies pleasured each other. He couldn't tell when they reached their climax, he was to tied up in his own. One moment Helen was madly fingering her companion, the next he was trying to control the tidal wave of fluids erupting from his body. When he gained control of himself he checked, Helen lay atop the bed, the Maid had stepped from the room.
Stan was startled when he heard his mother's voice behind him. 'Stan when you come down for dinner, would you bring the tray? Sitting back, Stan surveyed the room, sure mom, no problem, he answered. He looked at his clock, another fifteen minutes he thought to himself smiling, Helen's mom should be home. He wondered what would be for dinner.
As he turned towards the snack tray his eyes were drawn to an unfamiliar car pulling into the driveway of his neighbors driveway. He moved to the window and watched as his neighbors daughter climbed out of the SUV and unloaded her things. That's right, he thought, Colleges were sending students home shorting the semesters for everybody. He nodded his approval as he watched closely as the girls sorted thru their things so she could take them into the house. He smiled, damn, it seems that pretty girls run in packs. The girls sorting out the car were a prime example. Long legged, perky busted, co-eds, in short a young man's dream. Helen, he thought to himself, her name was Helen, I'll welcome her home a bit later. Someone came out of the house to help her get all of her things in, Stanley smiled again, the Maid, he thought, and checked his clock, she'd be leaving for home soon, humming the Looney Toon's song Stan prepared for his afternoon delight.
Quickly he moved his telescope in front of the window and adjusted it's height so he could sit in his chair and watch the festivities, moved his tray and snacks to within arms reach and settled in. He was getting impatient, usually the maid would be taking her shower about now but there was no action in the room where she usually changed. She was an Asian woman, somewhere in her late thirties, but she had a body, while somewhat petite, was something to behold. Impatient, Stan scanned each of the windows of the house that faced him. He was rewarded when he saw movement in the upper windows and noticed that Helen, his neighbors daughter moving around in the room totally nude.
Adjusting his scope he found that it was almost like being there as she toweled herself off and began applying lotion to her freshly showered skin. Stan nearly fell out of his seat when he saw the Maid enter the room also as naked as a jay bird. He wondered to himself if they'd showered together, and felt it confirmed as the maid took the lotion bottle from Helen and began applying it to her skin. Helen lay back against her vanity and raised her arms as the woman worked from her shoulders to her breasts. From his vantage point it seemed that Helen was a cat being petted, her eyes were closed, her head tilted to the side as the woman worked her way down Helen's body.
"oh my, Stan muttered to himself as he watched Helen reach over and take the lotion bottle from her maid. She laid the bottle atop the dresser and guided her companion to the bed. Helen stared at her momentarily then retrieved the lotion and poured some into the palm of her hands. Helen was talking as she spread the lotion liberally onto her hands, though Stan couldn't tell what they were saying. Moving to the bed Helen climbed to a position over her companion and in slow gentle moves began applying the lotion. Stan watched the woman's head as she was pleasured by the touch of the younger woman. Helen was between the woman's legs and Stan watched as her companion raised her knees so they were on either side of her. Helen ran her hands over the woman's legs then began kissing them, first one side than the other. She worked her way down until she was over her sex. The maid seemed to guide Helen to her target, Stan watched as the maid reacted to the contact. Damn, he thought, as he felt his reaction to their show. Slowly he reached into his shorts and took himself in hand. He couldn't remember when he'd been so hard. He let out a breath as he watched the maid roll over her so that her companion was on her back. Slowly she moved until Helen was trapped beneath her, she turned her body and eased herself into a sixty-nine position. Stan worked himself in rhythm with the ladies. He stroked himself, feeling the warmth and tension building as the ladies pleasured each other. He couldn't tell when they reached their climax, he was to tied up in his own. One moment Helen was madly fingering her companion, the next he was trying to control the tidal wave of fluids erupting from his body. When he gained control of himself he checked, Helen lay atop the bed, the Maid had stepped from the room.
Stan was startled when he heard his mother's voice behind him. 'Stan when you come down for dinner, would you bring the tray? Sitting back, Stan surveyed the room, sure mom, no problem, he answered. He looked at his clock, another fifteen minutes he thought to himself smiling, Helen's mom should be home. He wondered what would be for dinner.
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