Opening the front door, I hear Colin must be home from work, which is unusual for 10am on a Wednesday. His heavy breathing echoes through the hallway, and it sounds like he's watching something... intense. I tiptoe into the house, trying not to make a sound, because I don't want to interrupt what ever he is doing.
My daughter, Rachel, had called me early this morning, asking me to come and feed their cat, Mr. Whiskers since she had come into a ton of work and knew she wouldn't make it home at lunchtime.
I peek into the living room and my eyes widen. It's not just any porn playing on the TV, it's one of those extreme BDSM scenes that my husband and I had watched together once when we had a bit too much wine. And Colin isn't just watching it, he's wearing one of Rachel's lacy lingerie sets. His cock is rock hard, straining against the sheer fabric, and he's stroking himself where his cock sticks out above the panties. His balls are pulled out too and they are resting on the stretched elastic.
I'm about to turn away, feeling like a perverted old woman for even looking, when he notices me. He jumps up from the couch. The sight of him in just Rachel's tiny panties and a bra is absurd and wrong but I can't help but lick my lips and be glad my daughter married someone with such a kinky streak.
"J-J-Jane!" He stammers, his face going red as he grabs a cushion to hide his erection.
"Colin," I say calmly, walking into the room. "I've seen it all before. There's no need to be shy."
"I'm sorry," he mumbles, trying to pull the panties down to cover himself. "It's just... Rachel said she had to work right through to tonight, and I thought I had the house to myself."
"Well, Rachel called me to feed Mr. Whiskers," I explain, setting the cat food on the coffee table as I take a seat. The furry little creature runs over and starts purring, oblivious to the sexual tension in the room. "But it looks like you're already... entertaining yourself."
Colin's eyes dart to the TV, where a woman is being tied up by a muscular man in a position where he will have very easy access to her soaking pussy. It is very explicit.
"I just... I've been stressed with work, and Rachel's been busy, and I needed to... relieve some tension."
I nod understandingly. "It's alright, dear," I say, moving to the couch where he was. "Why don't you sit back down?"
He hesitates, but then does as I say, sitting down next to me. I lean in, my breasts pressing against his arm, and place a gentle hand on his thigh. "You know, I used to have those kind of days too," I murmur, stroking his leg. "There's nothing wrong with a little... self-care."
He looks at me with a mix of shock and lust. "You mean...?"
I lean in closer, my breath hot against his ear. "I mean, if you want some company, I'm more than happy to help."
Without waiting for his response, I lean down and start kissing his neck, feeling his body tense up. His hand goes to my hair, and he gently pulls my head back, looking into my eyes. "Are you sure?"
I give him a sly smile. "More than sure, Colin. I've had my eye on you for a while now. Rachel told me you like to change things around in the bedroom, now and again."
His eyes widen in surprise, but the lust takes over, and he leans in to kiss me, his tongue pushing into my mouth as his hand finds its way to my breast. I moan softly, feeling his cock throb against my leg.
I stand up, taking his hand and leading him to their bedroom. She won't be home for a few more hours, and I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck her kinky husband. I've seen the way he looks at me, the way his eyes linger on my body when he thinks I'm not looking.
Once we're in the bedroom, I push him onto the bed and straddle him, pulling my shirt over my head. My breasts spill out of my bra, and he stares at them, his mouth watering. I lean down and let him suck on my nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his hand slides into my panties.
"Oh, Colin," I moan, grinding against his hard cock. "You're so big."
He smirks up at me, his eyes full of desire. "Bigger than Rachel's boyfriends?" he asks, knowing she used to send them to me when one of them took an interest in me. We even tried fucking one of her boyfriends together but that is another story.
"Much bigger," I reply, pulling off my pants and panties. I lean down and kiss him again, our bodies pressed together, skin to skin. His hands roam over my body, and I can feel his excitement growing.
I reach down and stroke his cock, feeling it pulse in my hand. "Do you like this?" I ask, pumping him slowly.
He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "More," he whispers, his voice thick with need.
I lean down and take him in my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder and faster. He moans, his hips bucking up to meet me. I can taste his precum, salty and sweet, and it makes me want more.
His hands find the back of my head and he starts to fuck my face and my eyes start to water as I gag on it's sheer size.
I reach behind me and grab the lube from Rachel's bedside drawer. She'd told me once about their little games, and I'd been curious ever since. I spread some on my finger and slide it into my ass, feeling my muscles clench around it.
Colin's eyes widen as he watches his cock being stuffed into his mother in laws face, his cock growing even harder in my mouth. I can feel him getting closer. I suck harder, taking him deeper, until he cums with a muffled shout, his hot seed spurting down my throat.
I swallow and lick him clean, then stand up, my knees shaking with anticipation. "Your turn," I say, straddling his face.
He eagerly licks my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit as I ride his face. I'm so wet, I can feel it dripping onto the bed. I grab the vibrator from the drawer and push it into my cunt, letting out a moan as the vibrations hit just the right spot.
Colin's hands grip my hips, his tongue working in sync with the vibrator, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the orgasm building, my muscles tightening as I grind against his mouth.
"Fuck me," I demand, pulling the vibrator out and climbing onto his cock. He slides into me easily, filling me up in one smooth motion. "Harder," I whisper, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He obliges, his hips pumping up into me as I bounce on top of him. The bed squeaks and the headboard hits the wall, but I don't care. I'm lost in the feeling of his cock inside me, his hands gripping my ass, his teeth on my nipples.
I lean back, letting the vibrator rest against my clit as he fucks me harder and faster. The orgasm crashes over me, my body shaking as I scream out his name. He follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he cums deep in my pussy.
We collapse onto the bed, panting and sweaty. "That was... unexpected," Colin says, his voice hoarse.
I laugh, leaning down to kiss him. "But enjoyable?"
"More than I can say," he murmurs, his arms wrapping around me.
We lay there for a few moments, our bodies entwined, until I remember why I came over in the first place. "I should probably go feed Mr. Whiskers," I say, getting off the bed.
Colin nods, a grin on his face. "Thanks for that, Jane. I really needed it."
"Anytime, Colin," I say, winking at him as I walk out of the room. "Just remember to lock the door next time."
I clean myself up in the bathroom, feeling more alive than I have in years. As I scoop the food into Mr. Whiskers' bowl, I can't help but think that Rachel's choice of husband might not be so bad after all. |
