A Quickie

CAUGHT IN THE ACT

She was wearing blue, short shorts, and
a red tube top covered her large breasts
as she worked planting flowers in her front yard.
A convertible drove by slowly and honked the horn.

Unthinking, she waved at the friendly sound,
causing her tits to sway from side to side.
Ten minutes later as she continued to trim
and edge the flowers surrounding the lawn,

Her cell phone rang.
She took it from her tool basket.
The call was from an unknown source.
“Hello,” a male, bass voice said.

“I just passed your home,
and saw you tending your yard.
You were bending over exposing a prefect ass,
and when you waved, your awesome breasts were in motion.”

Is it possible, you could speak with me if I come over?”
“What do you want to talk about?” she asked.
“If I have to explain my purpose,
then I’m wasting my time.”

“My college-aged son is sleeping.
my husband is at the university,
and I’m sweating but horny.
Drive into garage and I’ll be waiting.”

“I don’t mind sweat,
because I’m interested in your other fluids.”
“By the time you get here, I’ll have dried.
I’m looking for you to add to my wetness.”

The convertible drove into the garage.
She stood naked at the back of the building.
Bending over the hood of his car,
She asked, “What are you waiting for?”

The handsome young man removed his shorts,
as he hurried to her. He accepted a condom.
He rolled it down his cock, thrust it into her cunt,
and he sought, found, and grabbed her melons.

He plunged in and out of her hair-covered snatch
with his long, thick cock
which touched all the hot spots in her tube.
He mauled her tits and teats with large hands.

She moaned with pleasure as his shaft
slid to its depth touching her sensitive walls.
Her need for sexual pleasure was being met,
but the enjoyment of love and intimacy were not.

Pleasure and guilt racked her body.
Fucking a stranger was a surprising treat.
Cheating on her husband of twenty years
filled her with pangs of guilt.

She was breaking her vow of chastity
to her first love, the father of her children,
who was supportive, caring, and sharing,
but his low libido limited her sexual satisfaction.

The increased speed of the staff buried in her core,
and the swelling and hardening of his rod,
returned her from revelry to the present,
as she and her unknown partner climaxed together.

He remained embedded in her pussy
as his secondary spasms continued,
and he remained pressed inside her, and
clamped his strong hands around her sensitive hangers.

Mom, “What are you doing?” a sleepy male voice asked?
She and her lover sprang apart in surprise and panic.
They both covered their private parts,
and turned their backs to hurriedly dress.

“Terry, you’re supposed to be sleeping,
and getting ready to go to OSU."
“I heard you making noises that woke me,
and I thought you had hurt yourself."

“Terry this is Joe, and he stopped by to help
me with the project I was working on in the yard.
“Thank you, Joe for your assistance.
Remember to call sometime soon.”

Joe backed out of the garage and drove away.
She looked at her 19 year-old son.
"Terry, nothing happened."
"That's why your panties are on the floor."

"I can explain. He was helping me in the yard.
Please don't tell your father."
"Dad will never know,
Can I help you in the yard tomorrow?"

Surprised by his question, after hesitating, she answered.
"Terry are you black mailing me?"
"Yes, you could look at the situation at way,
but a son should be treated better than a stranger."

"Will tomorrow after dad leaves for work be too soon?"
"Why, you son-of-a-bitch. You want to fuck your mother?
"I've been thinking about the possibility for a long time.
You can leave your panties off, go commando."