My Polish Neighbour Chapter 5

My Polish Neighbour Chapter 5

Maria disappeared to her flat leaving my with my shrivelled cock dangling outside my pants in the cold, having had a beautiful but quick mouth there. I panicked wondering how I could face Mum who had caught us just when I came in Maria. My trousers were dripping with wet spunk, spilled by Maria in her haste once she saw Mum.
I walked aimlessly round the darkened rec and streets fearing going home, but could put it off no longer.
Bracing myself for the worst, I opened the front door quietly and crept in. No one appeared. Walking toward the living room, I saw Mum, half facing away from me with her back to the door, in her favourite chair alone with a bottle nearby and half a glass of wine in her hand. I did notice, to my utter amazement, her other hand between her thighs with her skirt exposing her mid-thigh so that I could see the tops of her stockings and some of her white flesh but not her hand which was moving slowly somewhere else.
This was the last thing I would have thought she would be up to. Dad was obviously out as usual, probably at the pub after work. I found myself stuck not knowing what to do, but aware she hadn’t heard me. Torn between fear and prying on her in a very private moment, between escape and being exposed, I just stayed very still and watched. She was obviously the worse for drink as she was talking to herself but slurring her words.
“The lit’le bastard, so that’s what he’s up to is it. I hate her. I could slap her face the bitch, right outside our flats too, brazen shit. And why doesn’t his fucking father come and do me for a change. I ain’t getting any from anybody. He’s at the pub trying to make it with that slut of a barmaid who’s been there ten minutes and thinks she owns the place and the blokes in it too. Well fuck em all, fuck em all.”
I wanted to go and hug her, I felt so sorry for her in my teenage mind. I was trapped where I was totally impotent to do anything and certainly without that kind of courage.
“Oh god even my little clitty won’t do it for me tonight. Maybe it’s the booze. Another swig might help for god’s sake.”
She downed the whole glass, put it down and lifted her hand to her open blouse and reached for her tits under her bra. Her other hand began moving faster, though I couldn’t see as she was facing more away than toward me.
“Come on my little one, just for me, oh just for me.”
She went quiet, her eyes closed as she moved her hands more impetuously and faster. I stood for what must have been about five, ten minutes losing all sense of real time. I was very hard though I didn’t think of wanking. Mum was getting more impatient with her rapid hand movements at her pussy and tits. Suddenly,
“Oh shit, shit, I can’t even make my fucking self. Damn, damn you all.”
She picked up her wine glass and threw it into the empty fireplace, smashing into hundreds of shards.
I decided I had better not go in just yet and quietly made an exit, just as I had gone in.
Wondering around for awhile, I realised I couldn’t just stay out all night, so I would have to face up to her. Returning, I made my entry.
As I closed the door behind me and turned, I felt a sudden hard slap on my left cheek, followed by another. I grabbed her hands to stem her fury.
“You fucking bastard Ian. You lied to me and I go and catch you at it with her right in our back yard. Can’t you wait till your old enough?