The shameful secret.




Ladies and gentlemen,
I have came to a conclusion that the reason the world is so fucked up is that there is not enough honesty in it. And it’s about time that changed. So in order to get the ball rolling I am personally going to tell you all my most shameful secret in order that you all may be able to finally rid yourselves of the anchor that is preventing us all from taking our next evolutionary step.
Do you remember when you were younger and you had a crush on your teacher, or your best friends’ mother? I'm sure you all do. Well folks I had a crush on my best mates mother and I always dreamed of her introducing me to sex. I had a fantasy that one day I would pop around to my friends house and that his mom would answer the door in a dressing gown and tell me that he wasn’t in but would I like to come in for a cup of tea or something.
Now, due to my young age and utter lack of experience when it came to women the only benchmark I had was from porn movies and the line “do you want a cup of tea or something” was a line I had heard and I actually thought that was how women came onto you. The answer that followed it was usually “I'd love something”.
One day I went around to my friends’ house and low and behold who answers the door wearing a dressing gown? Yup, you guessed it, his mother. She informed me that my friend wasn’t in and that I could come in and wait if I wanted. Now seeing this woman whom I had this crush on wearing a dressing gown was enough to convince me that waiting was a good idea. I accepted.
We walked into the lounge and she bent over in front of me to pick up a magazine that she had been reading which had dropped onto the floor at the side of her chair. As she bent over all kinds of thoughts were racing through my mind. As you can imagine. I'll spare you the details, as I'm pretty sure you can guess what kind of thoughts they were.
When she had bent over to retrieve the wayward magazine I was astounded to glimpse her breasts swaying from side to side. Just beneath the thinnest material I had ever seen anyone wearing. My head nearly exploded with thoughts of what would happen if one of them accidentally rid itself of her dressing gown. Would she blush, apologise and pop it back in or would she let it hang out and ask me if I wanted to play with it while she read her magazine? As my mind whirled and spun with all kinds of porno fantasies that only a teenager can produce she turned and asked me, and this is not a lie, if I would “like a cup of tea or something?”
I felt like all my dreams were coming true. I wondered if I should try the line I had heard in that porn movie but I had temporarily lost the power of speech.
“Yes please” I eventually managed to croak to her.
“What would you like?” She asked.
My mind started threshing like a shark in a feeding frenzy. Was she really coming onto me? Was I about to be seduced by my dream woman? Am I going to live out my fantasy of shooting my young, virile, cum all over her face?
“Tea please” I said as I tried my best not to have a Freudian slip and accidentally say something like “yes, I'd love to cum all over your titty’s while you massage my balls and call me your big studmuffin”.
“Are you feeling ok? You look flush” she said and placed her hand on my forehead. I damn near passed out. I groaned at her touch and she told me to sit down. I sat down and she went onto the kitchen to get me a glass of water. She returned and offered me the glass. Once more I could see her breasts swinging and swaying like a hypnotists watch and I am pretty sure I even seen her nipple. “I need to go to the bathroom” I said and stood up so quickly that I nearly knocked her over.
and this folks is where my shameful secret comes in.
i ran to her bathroom and dropped my trousers quicker than an explorer who feels something climb up his leg. my dick was so hard I'm sure there must have been at least half my allocation of blood in it.
i stood in her bathroom and i wanked off like a monkey in a cage.
now before you start to think that that isn’t a very shameful thing i ask you to withhold your judgement for a minute or two. as i said earlier i held a deep craving to shoot my wad all over her and out the corner of my eye i spotted a jar of face cream.
i know. i know, i shouldn’t have but i did.
i shot my load, and quite a sufficient load, possibly enough to populate a planet, into her face cream.
for some reason that seemed the most prudent thing to do. it made sense to my twisted, perverted adolescent mind.
and that is my shameful secret and if i can say that out loud to all of you maybe you all can get over your hang ups about telling someone that the trousers they are wearing make them look fat or that you disagree with them on a touchy subject.