Carol the Fridge Freezer Lady
I had a terrible crush on one of my mum’s mates when I was thirteen. She’d come round once a week for tea and biscuits and sit in the same armchair, doing wild things to my rampant trouser horn as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, occasionally scratching at the scabs of accumulated psoriasis on her knees through her extra thick sexy tan winter tights. God, she was hot. Her name was Carol and she used to work in a factory putting together fridge freezers.

She’d come round every Thursday at around six. Had done for years. Carol would always bring round a booty bag of sweets that tasted like fizzy chalk which she got off her mate who worked on Coventry market. Of course, as a thirteen year old I was starting to get a bit old for this. But it didn’t stop me waiting patiently for her to clamber out of her Ford Fiesta and trundle up the driveway. I’d open the door, feeling the blood rush to my special secret place as my eye line was momentarily on a par with Carol’s perfect (by perfect I mean fucking MASSIVE) tits. Then Carol would hand me my sweeties and say: “Careful, Spanky – remember to suck them or you’ll break your teeth.”

And I was in heaven. Even at this early age my pervo-filter was already pretty well developed. I focused in on one solitary word in Carol’s statement. SUCK... God, she said it with such... earthly knowledge... such allure... such... FILTH!!! I could feel my japs eye weep as I’d follow her into the living room and sit round for a while, gazing upon her beauty as she and my mum nattered about the price of fish. Thinking back, Carol was actually pretty fit (once you got past the scabby-knee skin condition). Shapely. Mid to late thirties. Buxom (that special nice considerate way of saying a girl’s a bit of a fat fucker). Gorgeous long hair that fell down her back and cascaded off her shoulders like a tumbling obsidian waterfall. And – most important and striking of all - she very rarely, according to my furtive, clandestine glances, appeared to wear any knickers. OK, I was thirteen and couldn’t be sure. But whenever she crossed or uncrossed her legs there was very definitely something interesting going on in the deep dark recesses of Carol’s unholy gusset area. Once I swore I caught a glimpse of pubes and nearly fainted. Besides, the normal routine was to sit there for a bit then slink off to my room for a furious wank.

One time this all got a bit too much... Carol came round, parked the Fiesta, I opened the door – ooohhh, tits! – got my sweeties: “SSSSuuu-ccc-kkkk!!!” Then showed her into the living room, staring at her perfect round arse as she went. Sit down. Natter with my mum. Me sat on the carpet attempting to look at Carol’s gash, feeling my heart race. Then something unusual happened... My mum suggested Carol goes up stairs with her to have a look at the new curtains she’d just put up in the hallway landing. Normally Carol didn’t move, well, only to go for a piss which meant my mum was always, ALWAYS, in the room. But now... Now I actually had a chance to have the Carol-scented living room to myself for a bit, with her wonderful warm, sexy scent still heavy in the air. I was in heaven.

My mum and Carol bugger off up stairs, and I –

Moments later I hear my mum scream: “Spanky you dirty little bugger!” I look up and see Carol and my mum stood at the living room door, they’d come back down for the tape measure or something. I assessed the situation, trying to think of a way out. Shit. No way out. Gonna just have to face the music on this one...

... When your mum finds you with your head buried in the sofa cushion where her mate and said mate’s attached fanny’s just been sitting, while you’ve got one hand down the front of your pants and the other desperately scratching up as much warm beefy womanly aroma from the cushion as possible, well, there’s not really a lot you can do about it...

I said I fell over. I don’t think my mum believed me... Carol stopped buying me sweets after that.
( SpankyHanky, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:03, 11 replies)

Those beefy aromas again...
aaaaah, bisto!!
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:06, closed)

hahahahaha
Entertained yet again :D

*clicks*
( Jeccius Steam Borderlands 2 junkie, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:08, closed)

*click*
well done!
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:15, closed)

We've all been there mate.
Honest. ;)
( Evil Bastardo, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:23, closed)

HeHeHe !
Nice one!
(Accounts Dracula, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 14:38, closed)

Beefy womanly aroma
Tea shower anyone?
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 15:22, closed)

Bovril anyone?

( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 15:23, closed)

Nice
very nice
(Lizard King, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 15:57, closed)

Its a wonder you've got
any man juice left, you dirty little bugger :)
(Cheshire Kat, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 16:15, closed)

I
like the sound of this woman. No knickers you say? And the scabby knees. Phwooooarrrr!
(scuttler, Thu 5 Nov 2009, 16:39, closed)

Ah psoraisis
I'm surprised that you didn't collect her left over scaly flakes to make some kind of perverse shrine.

You didn't, did you? I bet you fucking did...
( Undercovercarrot got done for gross misconduct on..., Thu 5 Nov 2009, 22:23, closed)