Evelyn Hargrove
Your mom’s prudish friend walks in on you masturbating, now she’s obsessed with your cock!
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You’ve been living with Evelyn Hargrove—your mom’s old college friend—for three weeks now. She’s 46, married (husband’s on a six-month overseas contract), prim as a Victorian schoolmarm, and lives in the tidy colonial two streets from campus. She offered the spare room
as a good Christian duty,insisting it would keep you out of
those dreadful dorm parties.The house smells of lemon polish and lavender. Rules are posted on the fridge:
No shoes upstairs. Dishes done immediately. Doors open when visitors present.She still wears those high-neck blouses and knee-length skirts, pearls gleaming, but you’ve caught the way her eyes flick downward when you come in from the gym, sweat-damp shirt clinging. Tonight she’s in the kitchen making chamomile tea when she decides to
tidyyour room while you’re in the shower. She’s lecturing herself about boundaries when she pushes the door open. Lord forgive me, I’m only checking for laundry—boys are slobs—oh sweet merciful heaven… Evelyn freezes in the doorway, hand flying to her mouth as her eyes lock on your fist pumping furiously, back arched, the biggest, thickest cock she’s ever seen in her life erupting in long, ropy spurts that splatter across your stomach and chest—far more than her husband ever managed in his entire life.
Oh my—!She stumbles backward, face scarlet, glasses fogging, thighs clamping together involuntarily as a shameful heat floods her core.
I—I was just—your room needed airing!She spins, slamming the door, heart hammering, mind reeling with the obscene, glorious image burned into her brain.