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Passion for soiled undies…part 6I oughta point out that in this sequence I accidentally named part 5 as part 4 so it looks like part 4 appears twice…oops,sorry.Anywho,onwards & upwards. ;-)AS me & Stevie rounded the corner to our avenue we spotted his mam standing outside my house with me mum who had her arms round his mam.” ‘ey up…looks like us mams have turned lezza”Jesus,he could be a total spazz at times,most times if I’m honest.Getting nearer we could see that his mam was crying,which made Stevie look suitably concerned.He called out to his mam & then sped off towards her.I was mildly curious about what was going on but it didn’t stop me from eyeing up his arse as he ran,lol.He might be a skinny little runt,my mate,but his arse was well lush.And now we’d done filthy stuff with each other,well,filthy stuff was quickly becoming my main thought.By the time I reached them Stevie was buried in his mam’s chest…& what a chest,her tits were massive.And she always wore really tight tops so her nipples poked against whatever she had on,stuck out like thumbs they did.I looked at me mam,like,’whassup?’ She pulled me a few feet away from them & quietly said,” Sue’s just got word her mam died half hour ago,she’s in bits”bloody hell…what a bummer,poor Stevie,bet he’s gutted coz he adored his old nan & she doted on him.Sometimes listening to them talk you’d think they were boyfriend & girlfriend…it was pretty weird.She’d say stuff like,”ere he is me little lover-boy.Come an’ give yer nan a smacker’…& he’d be,’shush,ya know grandad’ll get jealous”.And I swear blind one time as she was hugging him he gave her tit a squeeze! And she wasn’t short in the old titty department either,for an old bird.”……be staying with us for a few days,ok?”What?…I’d tuned me mam out.I do that all the time coz she can jabber on like a good’un.I gave her a puzzelled look & she sighed & rolled her eyes.” I said,Steven will be staying at ours for a couple of days his mam & dad have to go up to Middlesbrough to,well,sort things out”.I shrugged ‘ok’ & looked over at Stevie türbanlı samsun escort who’d removed his face from his mam’s chest & he was all red & he’d got tears in his eyes.I went over to him,said a mumbled,embarrassed ‘sorryaboutyamam’ to Sue,Mrs.Cox,as me mam insisted I call her,& then patted Stevie on the back,” You alright,mate? You’ll be ok at ours,we get to share me bed”.Jeez,what a lame thing to say…I mean,he’d just found out his nan was dead & here I am saying crap all.But Stevie sniffed & rubbed his eyes & looked at me with his usual sly grin.” Yeah,suppose I’ll be fine,& you can cuddle me if I get all upset again,right?”.bloody hell,he’s a right bastard is Stevie.Me mam & Mrs.Cox were talking to each other & mam was stroking her arm up & down.Then mam turned to me & said,” You go with Steven to his house & he can get some clothes & pyjamas for the next few days,ok son”.So that’s what we did.Stevie was pulling stuff out of his drawers while I sat on his bed watching.Then he gave a laugh & an ‘oops’ as a pair of lacy frilly women’s knickers fell to the carpet! WTF? He bent down to pick them up & buried his face in them,inhaling deeply.” Aaaaah,fuckin’ lovely”.Now ok me & him had got all sweaty & filthy back in our den earlier…& it was hot as hell…but these were KNICKERS! They weren’t me dad’s spunky undies or Stevie’s stained boy undies…but WOMEN’S knickers.Looking over at me he chuckled & said,” Mate,have a word wiv yerself…undies is undies innit,yeah.And THESE ‘ere are me fave,they’s me nan’s best pair”.Bleedin’ hell! His nan…his DEAD nan’s knickers! I didn’t know what to say.But Stevie filled the awkward silence,” Fuck,mate,look at you…gone all red you ‘ave.She was friggin’ awesome me nan was,& she weren’t all that old either…mam had me when she were 17 & nan had her when she were 17 an’ all”Now me maths weren’t too great but even I could work out that made his nan only 47.Christ,dead at 47!” So how’d she die,mate?””Fuckin’ bus knocked her over didn’t it.Cracked her türbanlı samsun escort bayan ‘ead on the pavement & she had a ‘bleed’,woteva the fuck that means…but it were on her brain”.Hell,what a horrible way to go.Me mam was always banging on about how she wanted to ‘go in my sleep’.Hahaha,me dad’d say,’yeah,I’ll make sure of it…wiv a sodding pillow over yer face’.Then Stevie did something well weird,or NOT,seeing as how it were him.He pulled his nan’s knickers over his head & poked his tongue against the crotch! Seeing his wet tip soak into the knickers had me boning up instantly…he was right,undies is undies.His tongue was right against where his nan’s fanny would’ve been.JESUS! Or cunt,as he said through the material!” Wassat,mate?”.He pulled the crotch aside,poked his drooling tongue out at me & said,” CUNT…sloppy wet CUNT “.He had his hand down his shorts…wher else?…& was stroking away on his knob.I’d dipped me hand inside me trackies & was doing the same as he was.” Yeah,sloppy wet slimy nan cunt…fuckin’ lush “.Me ears twitched at this…was he letting on that him & his nan had done ‘stuff’? Jesus,that made me wank faster,the thought of him & his own nan getting all filthy,like me & him had done….like I imagined me & me uncle Dave could,given half the chance…or even me & me dad! AT that thought I felt me nads tighten & me spunk spat into me dad’s nasty stained,smelly undies! Stevie must’ve heard me grunt coz he speeded up,mumbling ‘oh fuck nan yeah,juicy fucking CUNT’ & I heard him growl as he flooded his shorts with his boy-load. Christ,this whole day had been nothing but us wanking,licking,sucking & SPUNKING. His bedroom was quiet apart from our panting but the familiar stench of boy-sweat & boy-jizz filled the room.We sat looking at each other,grinning with our tongues hanging out like dogs. And right at that moment…” Steve…Paul,what’s taking so long,yer only staying at the Dixons for a few days,3 at best,not the whole summer”.Oh sod,Mrs.Cox was back.We heard her türbanlı escort samsun coming up the stairs & we quickly shoved our knobs away & Stevie shoved his nan’s knickers in his shorts pocket.His mam entered the bedroom & stared at him,hands on hips,” Oh bloody hell son get a wriggle on will you,you know I’ve got a lot on my mind & you dawdling aint making things any better”.Stevie looked suitably chastised & looked down at the carpet mumbling ‘sorry mam’. Her angry expression softened & she crossed to him & folded her arms around him.”Sorry Steven,didn’t mean to snap.It’s just that I’m so cut up about your nan…& you must be in a right state as well…you loved your nan a lot”.Sitting on his bed I thought,’oh yeah…he ‘loved’ his nan alright’. Standing up I muttered something about waiting downstairs & left the room.Not long later Stevie & his mam came into their lounge,Stevie with his sports holdall & a massive grin on his face,he winked at me,looked down at his crotch & winked.Mrs.Cox had picked up the phone & was standing by the window talking in a low voice.Stevie flopped down on the sofa & leaned in & whispered,”Mate,just ‘accidentally’ copped a feel of me mam’s tit…fuck me,her nipple is massive & it were rock ‘ard”.Jesus-fuckin’-christ,he was a total perv.But then I already knew that.Then he whispered into me ear,” And tonight,when we’s cuddlin’ in yer bed,I’ll tell ya all about me & me nan…yer’ll fuckin’ spunk yer little load”.I didn’t have time to respond coz Mrs.Cox had put the phone down & turned to face us,saying how it was time to get across to my house as she had to collect Stevie’s dad from his works & head off up north before it got dark.AS were crossing the avenue to my house she said to Stevie,” Now I know nan ‘passing’ is all very sad but don’t be sat at Paul’s moping,will you? Anyway,I’m sure you & him will find something to amuse you both,isn’t that right Paul? I mean,you’ve probably got a load of videos & that.Yes,you’ll find something to do”.As she was slightly ahead of us Stevie nudged me,grinned in his usual dirty way pointed at his mam’s arse,cheeks swaying in her tight black skirt,& replied,” Sure,mam…me & Paul can always find summat to get up to,we’s bessy mates we is”.And as I,& you readers know by now,we certainly DID find ‘summat to get up to’,& as usual it asn’t the innocent kind of stuff I imagine his mam was thinking…know what I mean.To be continued… 😉
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