Julia sat at her kitchen island, staring out of the window as the early afternoon sun streamed in, shining so brightly she could see specs of dust dancing around in the warm breeze that flowed through the house. She held the stem of her wine glass between her fingers and swirled what remained of the white wine around the sides of the glass. When she stopped swirling, the liquid trailed down like rain on a window pane.
It had been a few days since she had found her friend Michelle and her son Johnny in his bedroom. The image burned into her mind, his cock, her face, the unholy amount of cum. Julia couldn't decide if the whole ordeal was mortifying or captivating, all she knew was that it was the only thing she had thought about since it happened.
Johnny was acting sheepishly around her, naturally, with his father out of town it was just the two of them in the house. There had been some resemblance of normal conversation occasionally but other than that, he stayed out of her way.
Michelle had been very quiet on the "Camwell MILFs" group chat- a group of all the women of a similar age and persuasion in the surrounding suburbs. The usual mix of casual conversation, memes and pictures of the MILFs latest sexual conquests, didn't seem the same since Julia had found Johnny and Michelle together- sure it was fun fucking OTHER people's sons, but there were unwritten rules that Michelle had broken.
The only other person that knew about the incident was Julia's sister, Tabitha, who she had told right away. Tabitha lived at the other side of the country and while she offered some support, she couldn't make the trip to visit, besides, Tabitha's first reaction was to commend Johnny on his accomplishment.
Tabitha, the older of the two sisters at 48 years old, was always a wild card. She had never married, never had children and lived a carefree and hedonistic lifestyle, a life that Julia once lived with her before she settled down and became the married housewife and mom that she is today.
The more Julia thought about it, the more she remembered about her single days. If someone had fucked her son in front of her back then, she would have enacted revenge almost immediately. But now, she didn't know what do do.
She unscrewed the bottle and began filling the glass up again, as she watched the liquid fill the glass her phone started ringing. She reached across the counter to answer it. It was her sister, Tabitha.
"Hi sis" Tabitha said cheerfully "How you doing?"
"I'm OK" Julia replied, her voice a little hoarse.
"That doesn't sound convincing" Tabitha replied, "I think you need a bit of a pick me up."
Julia's front door rang and she got up to answer it, still on the phone to her sister. "Yeah I suppose so" she said as she left the kitchen and headed towards the front door to answer it. "Any suggestions?"
As Julia opened to door, she was shocked to see her sister standing there, beaming at her. What shocked her even more is to see who she instantly recognised as Michelle's son Billy standing next to her.
"Oh I have a few ideas." Tabitha said with a wicked grin.
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A Few Hours Earlier
Tabitha's hands gripped the steering wheel of her white SUV as she coasted down the familiar, quiet streets of her teenage years. The soft hum of the engine seemed to match the peaceful rhythm of the sleepy suburban landscape. Her eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, scanned the surroundings, she knew what she was looking for- better yet, she knew who she was looking for.
The drive had taken a few hours and in that time she had concocted the basic outline of a plan to help her sister with her current situation. "An eye for an eye" was the general idea.
She slowed her car down and clicked the indicator on to turn down a back road, passing a few of her old haunts in the process, the highlight being the old factory car park that she and her sister had spent so many nights of their misspent youth getting up to things that their parents wouldn't even dream of.
Finally she had arrived and put the car in park. She sat outside the gate of a skatepark, sat under the sharp light of the early afternoon sun, its smooth concrete surfaces gleaming and a little too hot to the touch. The scent of asphalt mixed with the tang of metal and fresh rubber, a slight sheen of sweat hanging in the air. A few skaters, mostly teens and twenty-somethings, zipped around the bowl, their movements fluid and rhythmic. There Tabitha saw her target.
You see, Tabitha was something of a internet sleuth, if she wanted to find someone, she would. And after hearing her sister's story, she decided to get to work, researching Michelle. To her delight, Tabitha discovered that Michelle had a son, Billy.
Billy was a blur of motion as he carved around the skatepark, his body fluid and effortless, the kind of skater who made it look like he'd been born with a board under his feet. At 21, he was still lean, but his muscles had that soft strength of someone who'd spent years refining the same movements. His hair was shaggy, a dark brown mess of curls and wisps that barely stayed out of his eyes, but it only added to his unbothered vibe. His jawline was a little sharp, and a day's worth of stubble dusted his face, giving him a scruffy edge, as if he'd rolled straight out of bed and onto his board without a second thought.
Tabitha surveyed him for a few minutes before seeing him rise out of the bowl and sit on a bench. There he pulled out what looked like a long white cigarette, all too familiar to Tabitha in her younger days.
"Perfect" she thought as she opened the car door and stepped out. She revealed her thick, long legs as she did so. She stood at an impressive 6ft tall in her thick boots that ran half way up her calf. The boots were accompanied by a pair of denim shorts that looked a size or two too small judging by how much of her ass they revealed. The denim had that worn-in, lived-in look, the kind that spoke to long summer days and spontaneous adventures. The shorts were paired with a simple, fitted white tank top that skimmed her body, accentuating her chest (which wasn't hard due to the size of her fake tits) and a plait shirt thrown over the top. An outfit that would have looked revealing on a woman half her age, Tabitha thrived knowing she was aging disgracefully.
She walked with a confident ease, her steps light yet deliberate, every movement carrying the kind of grace that seemed to demand attention without asking for it. Her curves were unapologetic, the kind that drew the eye without effort. As she entered the skate park, heads started to slowly turn as the skaters clocked her. A lot of them were guys but the occasional girl looked too, Tabitha had that affect of people, regardless of sexuality.
As she approached Billy, she could see that he was already staring at her, no doubt clocked her the minute she got out of the car. His eyes were a deep green, and even from a distance they were easy to get lost in.
Tabitha was so used to being the center of attention wherever she went that she had to make an effort to keep the smirk off her face.
She sat down on the bench next to Billy and smiled. "That's a funny smelling cigarette..." she toyed with him.
Billy looked down at the joint and back to the mysterious woman who'd just joined him. "Yeah it's-" he began to say.
"I know what it is" Tabitha cut him off. "I was just wondering if you had any to share?"
Billy hesitated, but after seeing how well put together this woman was, he handed the joint over to her. "Knock yourself out."
Tabitha chuckled and said "No sweetie, not here, being the 48 year old woman smoking weed on a bench isn't a good look. You see that white SUV over there?" she nods over to her car. "Go jump in the passenger seat and we can go for a little drive?"
Billy eyed her warily, but Tabitha just smiled back, the kind of smile that promised all kinds of pleasures. He took a long drag off the joint and then shrugged, "Sure, why not."
"Perfect!" Tabitha grins wickedly and leads Billy back towards her car. As she walks she can feel the young man's eyes glued to her swaying ass, she knows she has him right where she wants him.
