Fifth evening – yeah, I’ve lost count, but who gives a shit. The workday was a festival of boring PowerPoints and coffee that tasted like sock juice. I get home, slam the door, rip off the tie that’s been choking me all day, and straight to my favourite observation post: the big window, curtains wide open. At this point I should install an armchair and a tissue dispenser, it would be more honest.
9 p.m., the show starts. The baby’s finally asleep – thank God for little arses in pyjamas – and the mummy appears in the living room with a bath towel that pretends to “cover something”. In reality it’s a micro-towel that barely hides the jackpot. Wet hair, drops running between her tits, she walks past her guy wiggling her arse like a provincial stripper who’s watched too many clips. The guy, in boxers already tented like a Quechua tent, watches with the eyes of a starving wolf. She pretends to look for something up high, the towel rides up, and bam: arse bare, pussy freshly shaved, full VIP package. He jumps on her, the towel flies, and in three seconds they disappear into the bedroom tearing off the last scraps of fabric. Lights out. End of teaser. These bastards blue-balled me, they fuck in the dark like ashamed Catholics. Thanks for nothing, you stingy fucks.
Luckily the gorgeous blonde from the floor above saves the day. She’s still strutting around in ultra-sexy black lingerie, tonight with garter belt bonus. She spends her time bending over: in the fridge (arse up, thong wedged like string in a roast), in the living room (tits overflowing the bra with every move), in the bedroom (she takes off the bra to slip into something sheer, hard nipples saluting the camera – well, me). Honestly, if she keeps this up I’m going to send her flowers with a note: “Thanks for not closing your curtains, kisses from your favourite right hand.”
10 p.m. sharp. The light comes on at grandma’s. My heart goes “boom” like a teenager seeing his first pair of tits. After yesterday’s fiasco when she caught me cock in hand, I hide on the side like a pervert ninja. I think: she’s going to close the shutters, call the cops, or at least put up a “PERVERTS FUCK OFF” sign. Nothing.
She walks in, calm as you like, and starts her usual little strip. Blouse, trousers, then she unhooks her reinforced granny bra. The two floppy melons drop like sacks of potatoes, nipples pointing at the floor like “we gave up the mission 30 years ago”. She glances toward my window. I’m half-hidden, but she spots me instantly. And then… she smiles. A real smile from an old flirt who’s just found a new toy.
I freeze, my cock already saying hello in the joggers. She, staring at me like a cat watching a mouse, grabs her big beige knickers (the kind that could double as a parachute) and slides them slowly down her flabby thighs. She bends a little, spreads her legs just enough for me to see the full grey bush in glory. No doubt: grandma wants a show. She wants me to watch her. She wants me to get hard for her.
And the worst part? It works. My cock is hard like I’m 15 and just discovered YouPorn. I pull it out straight away, start stroking while looking her in the eyes across the street. She sits on her bed, spreads her thighs (I didn’t even ask for that much, fuck), and slides a wrinkled hand straight onto her hairy old pussy. She caresses herself slowly, stares at me, kneads a sagging breast with the other hand. Me, I pump like crazy, cock purple as fuck.
It’s completely insane. Objectively she’s ugly as a baboon’s arse, wrinkled skin, everything sags, everything probably smells of mothballs. But knowing she’s watching me jerk off, that she’s fingering herself thinking about my cock… fuck, I’m on the edge of exploding. Our eyes are locked, we’re challenging each other from a distance. She speeds up, her hips make little thrusting movements, her mouth opens as if she’s moaning “go on big boy”. Me, I let go: I shoot like a geyser against the window, thick jets that go “splat splat” and run down like white paint. Seeing me come, she closes her eyes, her whole flabby body stiffens, and I SWEAR she comes too. Grandma just got off thanks to me.
I stay there, breathless, cock dripping, wondering if I haven’t crossed a line we should never cross. She gives me a little complicit wink, turns off the light, and goes to sleep like nothing happened.
I head to the shower to try to wash my soul at the same time as my body. Balls empty as never before, I flop on the sofa with my phone, just to scroll a bit. I open TikTok on reflex, and there… miracle of modern technology: first search, BOOM, it’s her. Lena. The little tease with the pink fairy lights. Live in progress, already 150 viewers, all poor bastards throwing gifts so she’ll show a nipple. I glance at the window: yes, it’s live, she’s there, in mini crop top, doing her little slut-in-training dance.
The old lady must be snoring, the couple has turned everything off (they probably finished fucking like animals in the dark), and here I am watching an 18-year-old girl making the whole planet hard.
And the worst in all this? I think back to grandma. To her look while I was shooting like a teenager. I disgust myself deeply. Honestly, it’s filthy, it’s ugly, it’s not me. But fuck… just thinking about it again, I feel my cock twitching under the joggers.
Paris, you’re turning me into a monster. And the worst part is that I fucking love it.