Well it has happened again. Every time I think there’s no way I can become more of a pathetic, perverted, addicted hand humper something else happens to prove me wrong.
About 9 months ago I shared here about a stunning encounter with my judgmental neighbor who let me mess myself for her in the laundry room after she caught me staring at her large, heaving breasts for the 1,000th time.
I don’t even know where to begin with what happened next my mind is in such a haze of fistfucking lust.
About a week after the laundry room incident, which had caused me to mercilessly hammer my handpussy absolutely nonstop, watching videos of older dominant females telling me how pathetic I am etc., a knock came on my door around 11pm.
I know this will shock you but at the time I was on my couch, sweatpants around my ankles, slow-fucking my slutty little fist, just watching my wet cock slooowly slide in and out and I whimpered in pleasure.
I felt a jolt of adrenaline at the knock. I had no idea who it could be!
I hastily pulled up my sweats but my cock would not stay down so I cracked the door hoping to hide my rock hard erection.
Imagine my shock when I saw my judgmental neighbor...in her nightgown and a bathrobe!!
“Oh.. Um, hello..” I stammered while my eyes immediately shot to her large breasts unburdened by a bra.
“Let me guess, you’re up here pulling on that nasty penis of yours aren’t you??” she said in a very accusing tone.
“Uh huh.." I nodded as my eyes shot down to my stiffy.
By this point I had opened the door wider so she could see, and she pushed past me, let herself in and shut the door.
“Well, sit on the couch and out with it!” she said sternly.
Of course I obeyed, finally calling her the name I had been calling her in my fantasies for over a week!
“Yes, mommy,” I stammered as I pulled my sweatpants down and sat on the couch, my throbbing, drooling peepee standing straight up and twitching. I went to touch it but she stopped me! “What do you think you’re doing, young man? Before you continue to do those filthy things to yourself I need you to confess exactly who and what you are.”
Ooooh fuck I pulled my hands away but really thought I would spill again right there.
My cheeks burned with shame as I stumbled over my words. “I’m a chronic masturbator. I can’t stop edging and fondling my penis. I’ve tried so many times but I just get more and more addicted. Ooh fuck, I’m a pervert addicted to humping my hand. I can’t stop mommy. I can’t stop,” I whimpered, sooo desperate to touch my slippery penis and make it spurt.
Her large, round breasts sagged in her nightgown without a bra and I wanted to see them naked so badly but I didn’t dare to ask.
She rolled her eyes and said, “That really is pathetic. I bet you couldn’t last five minutes in front of me can you?”
I knew already if I touched my penis there was no way I could last five minutes. I actually am an accomplished edger alone but I knew I didn’t have a shot in front of my masturbation mommy.
“I.. I honestly don’t think so but I can try if that would make you happy mommy,” I whimpered again.
She sighed and rolled her eyes again. “I suppose we’ll have to work on stamina training so you only mess your sheets and socks a few times a day won’t we? Ugh just get it over with you dirty little perv,” she said sounding SO annoyed!
Ohh god that was all I could take as I stared into her eyes and slowly made a fist around my cock. I wanted to last as long as possible but it was throbbing and sooo slippery. I slowly humped upwards into my fist and looked down as my swollen cumslit spit up even more precum. “Oooooh fuck I’m a horny little jerk off!!” I moaned and with that I gave my fist 3 hard humps and was spurting frothy jism all over my fist and couch moaning, “I’m sorry mommy!!!”
She looked disgusted and just said, “Clean that mess up now. I’ll let you know when it’s time for your first lesson.”
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