I'm lying in my bed alone at midnight, the windows open to relieve the stifling midsummer heat of my room, the sounds of trucks and cars on the nearby streets providing the usual ambient background noise, a low hum I quickly got used to after moving here nearly a year ago with my daughter. My eyes are open in the half-light, the streetlights dimly illuminating the ceiling-fan as it spins directly above me, my light duvet cast aside from my nude body as I lay there, willing sleep to take me, when I hear the newly-familiar sounds of my daughter's nocturnal activity rise from the adjacent room. I bring my hands to my face and think to myself that if I have to listen to much more of this, I'm going to lose my mind. I get up quietly, pull on my panties and my light silk top and make my way to the kitchen.
My daughter Alison met Dave about three months ago. He lives only a few streets away with his father. He's a cute boy, just turned twenty, a year older than Ali, and is polite and kind-hearted. Ali says he treats her like a princess and she seems to be very happy since they became an item. He stays over about three nights a week now and on those nights I can hear their low grunts and subtle sighs rise in a crescendo as they fuck, the unmistakable sounds of their humping coming clearly through the thin wall as I lie alone on my wide bed. I can't help but picture them as I listen, their slim young bodies enmeshed in passion, his vigorous hips stroking forward and back as he plows himself into her. Like a princess, indeed, I think to myself as I smile. Listening to my daughter's high pitched squeaks as she gets fucked makes me hot and jealous.
I am sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, frowning at my cold glass of water. I haven't been touched in so long. Having to hear them every time he stays over is a form of torture. I'm embarrassed that the closest thing to sex I have in my life, just a few months before I turn forty, is accidently eavesdropping on my daughter through my bedroom wall. I'm ashamed at my arousal when I hear his groans and her squeals of pleasure as they ride each other into shared ecstasy. I try to imagine someone taking me, like he takes her, being held and kissed by a man, taking him into me. I try to imagine being penetrated and filled by an eager cock and being fucked until I come. I realize my legs are shaking slightly as I sit there. I am jolted back to reality by Ali as she walks into the kitchen. She is wearing one of Dave's shirts, two buttons done up at the front, the hem coming halfway down her thighs. Her hair is a tousled mess. She smiles at me.
"You're up late, mom. What's wrong?"
She asks this question with genuine concern as she walks closer to me.
"Have you been crying?" she asks uncertainly.
It's only then I realize my eyes are wet.
"No, Ali, everything's fine." but my voice is a thin croak and I whimper pathetically as I feel tears roll down my cheeks.
"Oh, mom, what is it?" she pleads, looking into my eyes, taking my hands in hers.
"Oh, honey, it's nothing really, I'm just being silly." I say, composing myself.
Ali rubs my arm consolingly.
"Please, mum. What is it?"
"Really, Ali, it's nothing, I just needed to get out of my room for a little while."
She is looking me in the eyes and I see her blush as the realization dawns on her.
"Oh God, mom. You could hear us?"
"It's fine, sweetie, it's not your fault." I stand up and make my way towards the stairs.
"Wait." she says urgently. "Mom, I want to show you something."
She walks ahead of me up the stairs, beckoning me to follow. We stop outside her bedroom.
"Mom, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But all I ask is you don't freak out, just watch, ok?"
Before I can think of anything to say she swings the door open and storms in. She walks quickly over to her bed where Dave is lying spread-eagled on his back, completely naked, his hands and feet bound with leather straps to the posts of Ali's bed.
Ali grabs his throat and drops her face to his. I walk into the room, my eyes wide with shock. I hear her hissing at him, speaking quickly as she squeezes his throat. I'm at the foot of the bed. I don't know where to look. Dave's cock lies dormant over his balls. His crotch is entirely hairless. Ali's hand is tight around his throat, his face is puce red. I realize he can't breathe. His eyes are bulging out of his head. His arms and feet strive for freedom but his leashes hold him tight.
"You disturbed my mother's sleep, you little maggot?" Ali's voice is full of angry malice.
She releases her grip on him and he inhales frantically, shaking his head, his eyes are panicked and uncomprehending. He stutters his words.
"W-what did I do? I didn't mean it, I-"
Ali cuts him off by grabbing his throat again and he arches his back against the force of her hand. His hips rise before me, raising his cock and balls in front of me. Ali's face is nearly touching his. She squeezes his neck again.
"You don't know? You're a fucking idiot?" she is baring her teeth at him, practically spitting as she speaks.
The muscles of his legs and arms are flexed in fear, pulling fiercely against his leather shackles. His cock twitches in front of me. Ali releases his throat, his back falls back onto the bed in relief, breathing audibly. I am standing there speechless. Ali raises her foot and plants it on his chest. He groans in pain. My eyes are locked on his penis. It is growing rapidly in front of me, lengthening miraculously as it twitches first to the side and then upwards as the blood flows into it, gaining generous girth as the tip moves up towards his belly. My eyes take in this display hungrily. He has a beautiful cock.
Ali rubs her foot roughly on his chest and his body winces.
"What are we going to do with you?" her voice still has a hint of anger in it.
"Anything, please, I'm sorry." he groans. His impressively substantial cock is now standing to full attention, the smooth flesh of his sac underneath tightening as I watch.
Ali ignores him. She turns her face to me. She speaks calmly. She takes her foot off him.
"What are we going to do with him?"
My body is warm and for the first time I become conscious that I am standing there in my panties, my sheer blouse failing to conceal my dark nipples which are hard and protruding rudely through the thin cloth. I have my thighs pressed together, my pussy is throbbing. His cock twitches again. I look up towards him. He is looking at me directly. His reddened face smiles at me.
"Who told you to smile?" Ali shouts at him. He pouts his lips deliberately downward, making me laugh.