Sex Ed Lessons: Part 3 — Кассета

Sex Ed Lessons: Part 3 Chapter 5: Tim and Tara share an erotic voyeurism session. By LiminallySpaced . Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels . After the service, as the mingling began, I was greeted as always by a big smile and a hug from Christine, the pastor's daughter. The smile faded slightly though, and she pushed for us to take our weekly post-church car ride sooner, rather than later. Agreeing, I headed over to say bye to my step mom Kelly, when I was surprised to see her chatting with Stephanie’s parents, Sandy and Don! I hadn't seen them during the service, and I greeted them happily, doing my best not to stare at Sandy's large, mature breasts, presently clothed in a tight, white, top. "We miss you around the house!" Sandy said cheerily. I knew she meant helping out Stephanie, but my mind immediately went to a vision of her, on her knees, sucking a huge cock that didn't belong to her husband. "Yeah, we'll have to have you cat sit when Stephanie’s off at school with Alexa," offered Don. Off to school with Alexa. Stephanie passed her test. I smiled. I was happy, but it was bittersweet. I realized that I would be sad when she was gone. I liked hanging out with her. I liked, her. I liked Stephanie. "Oh how rude of me," Kelly said, turning attention to another person in their small conversation circle. My gaze clicked over to the man standing next to Don. My eyes went wide. "Brian, this is my step-son Tim, Tim, this is Brian." "Great to meet you, Tim," the man said, extending out his hand. A hand I had seen before, gently cupping Sandy's face as she stroked his cum into her mouth. It was the mystery third man. A man named Brian. "Nice to meet you as well," I choked out. "The four of us are going out for lunch, so I'll see you when you get home?" Kelly offered. Was this a double date? Were they trying to set my step-mom up with Brian, the guy with the big cock who covered Sandy in jizz while Don videoed it? Kelly hadn't been on a single date in the years since my dad died, so maybe it would do her some good to meet someone new, but at the same time, what was she getting into? I said my goodbyes, and caught up with Christine. We headed off in my car. We got french fries. We talked casually about nothing in particular, and it wasn't until the second round of fries that we got into the heart of what was bothering her. "So I did it," she finally said, stirring a fry mindlessly in her cup of ketchup, "I broke up with Eric." "Oh wow," I said, in legitimate disbelief. Christine and Eric had been attached at the hip for as long as I could remember, but the pressure of being the pastor's daughter with the atheist boyfriend, and the teenage hormones constantly tempting her with sins of the flesh, seemed to have been too much. She decided to tread the more Godly path, I guess. "It just made sense. We're going to different schools, we want different things, I want different things,” her eyes drifted off to a far away place. “ it's just better to make a clean break now." "I'm really sorry to hear that," I said, and it was honestly the truth. She