My Girlfriend's Mother Has a Secret

Julie shrugged the dressing gown of her shoulders, revealing her satin nighty underneath. She slowing moved her hips and body, letting her dressing gown to slip of her. Her hands moved back up to her breast, and continued to squeeze and caress them. She felt the nipples stiffen. She imagined she was slowly dancing to music, moving and swaying her hips. She tuned, bending over a little, she slowly swayed her hip, knowing that her short nightie would give her imagined voyeur a view of a well rounded and panty clad bum. She turned back to the mirror. She let one shoulder strap slip of her should, and then slowly the other, and then slowly let the front of her nighty slip down, but as her breast became uncovered she moved her hands over them and cupped them. She imagined she heard a gasp and a groan.

She stopped, frozen, that wasn't her imagination, realisation dawned, and she leaped for the door, and pulled t open. There was her ghost, Tim, Susan's boyfriend, on his knees, cock in hand, frozen in shocked surprise. The little pervert had been looking through the keyhole.

"TIM! What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Tim just knelt there, jaw open, staring, but not at Julie's face, she realised that she was standing there hands on hip, her nighty around her waist and her firm point breast sticking out. She quickly turned and picked up her dressing gown and pulled it on. When she turned back, Tim had clearly come back to earth, and was now fumbling with his now diminished cock, trying to put it away.

"Well young man" she said in a very stern voice, "what have you got to say for yourself?"

Tim was still too shocked to come out with anything coherent, and was now very red in the face. Julie stood looking at Tim, and thought for a second, well this could be interesting.

"Come in, now, and sit on the bed, we need to talk about this Tim."

Tim stood up and came into the room and sat on side of the bed, his head hanging.

"You've been spying on me haven't you Tim?"