The Secret Diary of a Teenage Pervert
Copyright© 2022 by Secret Seeker
Chapter 2
Mind Control Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Sometimes the most minor of events have effects that far outlast what you would think they would. On the cusp of his sixteenth birthday Steven Conner found his world shaken and stirred with not one but two such events; an accidental forbidden sight and a magical ring. Both would forever change the way he thought of the opposite sex. This is his shameful story in his own words.
Caution: This Mind Control Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Mind Control Fiction MaleDom FemaleDom Spanking Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Water Sports
Things settled down a bit after that. The summer progressed July turning into August. The weather got hotter and muggier.
Church was weird. I kept staring at Mrs. Richardson’s ass, wondering if she was wearing panties. The wondering excited me. Me knowing of her secret practices made it seem to my teen pervert mind that we shared an erotic connection. A couple of times, I had to go to the church bathroom and jerk off. Who ever heard of jerking off at church? I was such a terrible kid. I regularly swore up and down that I was never going to do it again. The problem was that it was exciting in a way as well. Deliciously perverse.
I fell further into sinful behavior one moonless hot August night as I walked home from the movies.
Hot, muggy atmosphere of that night was laden with rich floral scents of mock orange and green smells of mown lawns. Fireflies flickered and danced across the lawns of the houses. It was one of those nights which seemed ripe with possibility. I walked past an alley just as a light flicked on. I have no idea why I did it, but I had a sudden thought—I will just take a look.
After checking around carefully to make sure nobody was watching me, I eased through a gate and sneaked up to the window. There was a bit of a gap in the curtains. I had a view of a bed covered by a pink bedspread. A potbellied middle-aged man dressed in jockey shorts lay on the bed reading a paperback book. I was about to step away and continue my way home when his wife came into view. She was wearing a faded blue housedress. Her hair was up in curlers. She was talking to the man on the bed who was ignoring her. I watched, holding my breath.
The woman unzipped her house dress and slipped it off, leaving her in a bra and a pair of panties with a hole in the front. A tuft of her dark pussy hair poked out of the hole.
Holy shit.
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