My Polish Neighbour Chapter 2

My Polish Neighbour

Chapter 2

To my relief I got home before my parents. I went and had a shower to remove any traces of my time with Maria. I need not have worried except that my pants were stained with semen from my first cum with her. In the shower I soaped myself and remembered the effect of the lubricant on my prick and how sensitive it was compared with my dry hand. I decided I had to get some but how to hide it from Mum was uppermost in my mind.
I heard the door and dried myself and went out to find Mum had got back before Dad. She looked exhausted from the day, but still asked my how was my day. I was stuck and then said,
“Oh Phillip and I bumped into Miss Komiski out the back and she showed us her new kittens.”
“Well.”
“They were lovely, very tiny and cuddly.”
“And how was Miss Komiski with you Ian?” She looked ever so slightly cautious.
“Very kind. She invited to her flat to see the kittens.”
“I see. We don’t know her at all Ian.”
“So?”
Mum looked flustered but did not reply to my question. I left it. She went into their bedroom leaving the door slightly ajar. I went to the bathroom next door and passed her door and glanced to see her undoing her stocking with her leg on a stool, catching a glimpse of her full thigh. In the bathroom I went to pee and watched my prick slightly swell despite the distractions today. I peed and decided not to continue with the hardening as I could wait till bedtime.
Mum changed into a soft woolly dress and did not appear to be wearing a bra. Going into the kitchen she went to get the washing machine ready and I had an instant fear that she would see my wet pants. My fear was fully realised when she came in the living room and confronted me.
“What have you done to your pants Ian they’re soaking?”
What could I say? I was totally embarrassed. Suddenly she lifted them to her nose and took a whiff and at that moment realised what she had done. She had smelled my semen and recognised it instantly. Her face reddened as she became embarrassed too.
“We need to talk Ian. I know your Father won’t say anything so I will have to. I am fed up dealing with your soiled sheets. I change them once a week and they are very stained. What are you going to do about it? Alright, I know what you get up to, though I would not have expected you to so soon. And its time you shut your door, I tell you I can hear everything. I can’t make up my mind but I think you are just dirty minded like most other boys. Why do you do it? Why can’t you find more things to do with your young life, instead of going round to old ladies flats to let them flaunt themselves in front of you?”
I was hit by the sheer outburst from her.
“She’s not old Mum, she’s about your age and you aren’t old.”
“So she did flaunt herself in front of you then?”
“No we went to see the kittens that’s all.”
“I’ve a good mind to ask her, I don’t trust you. Where did all that spunk come from then?
She suddenly went white in the face and turned and slammed the door leaving me in the living room alone. I was astonished at her using the word spunk. The whole incident overwhelmed me and I felt guilty, ashamed yet oddly aroused by her outburst. What could she have against Maria (good job I didn’t refer to her first name with Mum)? She hardly knew her but I sensed she was in some way envious of her. I could not believe she would be hostile to her Polish origins. In my bones I vaguely got a feeling of resentment at Maria possibly flaunting (her word) herself with me. How right she was but she did not know that.
Dad came home and I was called into the kitchen to have supper. No comment was made and Dad completely missed the tension between Mum and me.
I excused myself after supper and said I was going to bed. I was careful not to wank and decided to read instead. I had closed the door to. About an hour later I heard Dad go to bed, but not Mum. A knock on the door and Mum came in still in her dress. She sat on the edge of my bed and looking very uncomfortable gave me a box of tissues.
“I’m sorry I shouted at you Ian, it was just that I am very tired these days and just lost it. I have not told Dad what happened, I just couldn’t he wouldn’t understand.” I wondered about that but said nothing. “I brought you the tissues in case you need them, you know.”
Suddenly she moved forward. I had not spoken. She clung to me and hugged me and said, “please forgive me Ian, I just feel old these days.”
I could feel the pressure of her braless breasts against my chest. I had been lying almost flat in the bed with just my head propped up and her fullness pressed hard into me.
“You’re not old Mum, you’re lovely and pretty.” I dared not tell her that I was very excited feeling her breasts against me but I wanted to.
“Are you sure Ian?