Basement door

You decide to use the hidden key and sneak into the basement door. But first, you make your way closer to the large picture window where your mother's friends are sitting around three card tables playing bridge and drinking gin fizzes and wine. Mrs. Grayson is there in a tight blouse that really accents her breasts. She has no idea you lust for her so much. Her red lipstick is smuged on her bar glass. You have thoughts about getting it before your mother cleans it and putting your lips against her lipstick. That's about as close as you'll ever get to kissing her.

Miss Ryan is sitting across from her and although she is not that good looking, she does have a sexy laugh and you see her tilt her head back and show all her teeth as she laughs, the sound muffled through the window glass. Beside her is Jessica Corbin, your next door neighbor who pays you good money cutting her yard all summer. Jessica, as your mother always refers to her, has always thought you were cute. You see a few women you've never seen before and a lot that you recoginze by their face but you can't remember their name.

Your mom probably thought you came back from running and went over to Bill's house. That would be a good place to get some clothes but he took a date to the movies. You duck down, hoping no one saw you as two ladies get out of their chairs, probably headed to the restroom. Another lady gets up to help your mother in the kitchen. Mrs. Grayson rises and her tight slacks cling to every crevice of her butt. She faces the window and you see her looking out into the dark night probably seeing nothing but blackness yet you can look up to see the crotch of her pants outline her camel toe. You feel like you are the luckest person in the world right now to see this. You know when you go to bed tonight, Mrs. Gayson will be in your fantasies. You figure when everyone gets back to their seat, you can get in the basement and creep up the stairs. You know just how to open the door and not let it squeek, like when you got home real late after being out with Bill last weekend.

Eveyone comes back and you pay special attention to Mrs. Grayson as she bends her perfect butt to take her seat. All the women are there and so you edge around the flower garden to get the key out from under the rock. Then you unlock the door and put the key back. You slip inside the dark basement you know so well. The door shuts with a click and you know they cannot hear that upstairs. You start up the stairs remembering to do a slow lunge over the noisey step like a pro. At the top of the stairs, you can hear women chattering and laughing. You know once you get through the door, a wall will hide you as you dart for the hallway and then sprint toward your room. Like a safecracker, you turn the doorknob gently as if it has tumblers. You hear the click you knew would happen and you wait for anyone alerted. The chatter continues, so you finally get the doorknob turned enough that the door can open. You know you have to pull the doorknob toward the hinges, or it will squeak extreamly loud. Again, your skills are paying off and the door opens silently. You have to close it with pressure toward the hinges and you finally ease the doorknob closed. Sucess. Now, with another pause you listen for anyone coming and feel the safe chit-chat in the next room. Your heart races as you plan to make it around the corner into the hallway and another five feet and your back in your room.

You dash around the corner into the hallway and bump into a lady you've never seen before. Her lips form an O as she looks you up and down. She is about thirty-five with a nice looking face. She speaks to you so loud, you want to tell her to be quiet but you are just as stunned as she.

"And who might you be?"

"Jeff. I live here," you manage to blurt out as you cover your cock.

"Oh, your Margaret's son, right? Well, it's nice to meet you," she says and laughs. She makes no attempt to be quiet and this draws other women from the card tables. You try to get around her and to your room, but she holds your rope-burned arm. "Jessica said you were growing into a nice looking young man and she's right."

You try to pry her hand off your arm, when all of a sudden four other ladies round the corner. Miss Ryan and Jessica come up on our left along with a lady whose name you forgot, and they look you over and burst out laughing. This is followed by the appearance of Mrs. Grayson, who now looks at your hands covering your cock and smiles the sexiest smile you will ever see. The women close in on you all talking at once and they are touching your body in different places. You even feel a couple of hands pat your butt checks. You edge away and run like hell to your room and lock the door.

You put on underwear and shorts and don't come out of your room. You run out of things to keep you busy and you turn out the light and decide to sleep. But first, Mrs. Grayson's image appears in your mind and she allows you to do anything you want. It is a little secret you two share.