Betty thought it strange to come home from doing her shopping and see a gleaming motorbike parked on her neighbor's driveway. Tom and Susie Andrews were away for a few days and she had not been told that anyone else would be calling in to check on their place. She had agreed to do that and even had the keys, although she knew where a spare set was kept in case either Tom or Susie, perhaps both, ever got locked out.
It could only be their youngest son, Darryl, who had called in and she decided not to miss the opportunity of saying 'hello'.
She left the bag of shopping inside her garden gate and pulled it shut before she walked down her short driveway, turned the corner of the hedge that divided their two plots, and pushed on their side gate. The Andrews had an 'open door' policy and anyone who knew them simply had to knock and call out who it was.
There was no answer to her announcing that she was there and after doing so again, just a little louder, she still received no answering call. Intrigued, she stepped into the living room and heard voices. In particular, it came from down a narrow corridor that led to the bedrooms. The layout of the house was the same as the one she lived in.
She heard a young woman's voice and the screech of pleasure, along with a rush of obscenities being called out.
"I love your cock...your fucking cock! Fuck me Darryl...waste me with it!"
Even for the times the language used still shocked her. Betty stepped silently away as the sounds continued. How could it be that Darryl had chosen to be here, in his parent's house, and take a girl to bed? Why here and not in whatever place he now lived in?
Once more she felt compelled to step closer and peered past the edge of the door, lascivious curiosity getting the better of her. And there they were, humping wildly, the young woman's legs around Darryl's slim waist and her arms pinned to the bed, on either side of her head as Daryl ravished her with energetic speed, his movements like a metronome calling a steady but fast beat.
She had not seen anything like it and wanted some of that energy brought to her. She pressed a hand to her tummy then slipped it lower, pressed the skirt of her summer dress between her legs.
She should go before they saw her, but indecision now played a part in what was to follow. She saw Darryl pull out of the young woman and she shuddered as he was seen to kneel before his conquest. A thick and trembling length of flesh arced out from his taut belly and she saw him stroke it.
"Come back in me!" the girl demanded, only for her calls to become a scream as he plumbed her, the sounds of a creaking bed mingling with hot words of encouragement and panted breaths. "Yes...oh, yes! Fuck me with your big dick! No one does it for me like you do!"
Why should she interrupt them? What Darryl got up to in his parent's house should not be of any concern to her, except it was. She left the house, closing the door silently before she gathered up her shopping and went into her home, unable to put from her mind the sight of a young couple making out, of Darryl pounding the body of a young woman with all the lust that he felt and with that wonderful cock.
Nor could she close out the young woman's words as she bucked her body and moaned words of pleasure that encouraged Darryl to find her sweet spot.
She put the shopping away in the cupboards and the fridge but doing that was of no help as a way to distract her. She felt her nipples hardening and, instinctively and in response to what she had seen, pressed fingers onto her pussy and sensed how wet she had become; she was a woman nearing fifty and was now obsessed with what she had seen.
She wanted that young cock and felt that she deserved to have him more than that noisy young thing that he was into. She had tutored him when Darryl was struggling on his technical course and she, a teacher, had put him right on project writing.
The nerve of him!
She'd kept a hold on her interest in him, suppressed her attraction for fear that any relationship would get her fired, and she had shown no reaction to his lustful gazes upon her whenever they relaxed after an intense study session that Tom and Susie had willingly paid for. The boy, then, had grown into a strong and good-looking young man with black tightly curled hair, a lean face and a toned torso, strong arms, and a devilish grin.
She, the outwardly prim and proper teacher, had felt the knot of attraction for her student, then, and now she had to deal with the images and sounds of Darryl humping a young woman closer to his age.
"I won't stand for it," she muttered, knowing that she took care of herself and had retained her slender figure, even as the years went by. So what, if her tits sagged a little? She had more than the girl she had seen under Darryl and when he had been seen kneeling between her legs before banging her in his parent's home while they were away.
How was she to answer either of them if they sensed that someone had been in the house and they found it not to be as they had left it?
She stood in her kitchen as thoughts rushed in and as her fingers began to work her slit, the hem of her dress pulled up to reveal slender thighs and the curve of her mound, covered so modestly with a pair of high-waisted knickers. Why be here on a working day? Why wasn't she enjoying that wonderful prick as it was buried inside her? Daryl had become a lustful young man and someone she desperately needed.
Her head swam out of longing and imminent pleasure that her fingers aroused until, in what felt like no time at all, she succumbed to the rushes of an orgasm that were sent coursing through her belly and pussy.
She wanted that prick and what Darryl had been seen giving that young woman. Her back door was closed behind her and she went back into Tom and Susie's house.
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The sounds of them having sex seemed not to have lessened.
She collected her thoughts and chose to adopt the haughty appearance of a teacher annoyed by the activities of rebellious pupils. As composed as she felt possible she pushed on the door.
The young woman was now kneeling on the edge of the wide bed, her legs parted and Darryl's hands gripping her hips as he was seen to be thrusting deep into her pussy, the girl panting and moaning words of encouragement, her small breasts jerking as Darryl took her,
"Darryl!"
It was not a call to him out of pleasure but of dismay. She had become aware of someone else in the room with them, a look of pleasure replaced by fear and shock at being discovered.
"What the hell is going on in here!" Betty shouted even if it was obvious what she was witnessing.
It was all that she could do to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but she now saw Darryl's penis slicked with the woman's juices, its length and girth not to be hidden from view. The girl almost fell off the bed as Darryl let her go and stood back, shamelessly exposing himself to her before turning away. He grabbed the girl's clothes and threw them at her.
The young woman dragged on her panties and pushed her legs through cropped jeans, slipping a boob tube over her body and leaning down to gather her flats.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry...please don't be mad, I'm so sorry." She turned on Darryl. "You told me we'd be okay! Don't come near me again...you can get lost! How embarrassing!"
"Just get out!" Betty called out to her. She was aware of Darryl now gathering his clothes and shoving his legs into his jeans, his briefs still in them. They must have rushed to get undressed.
"I didn't know that you'd be at home today," Darryl muttered.
"So, it seems."
Darryl swept his T-shirt off the floor. "I'll tidy the place up and go."
"Not so fast, Darryl. Just you wait a moment or two."
Even now, in the circumstances of being caught 'in flagrante', he gazed at her with appraising eyes and would see how her summer dress flattered her figure, the soft tan on her face and arms, her slender throat lending her grace.
"I'm sorry, Betty, that you should have seen that. What made you be here anyway?"
Betty heard his accusing tone.
"Your parents never said they had asked you to keep an eye on the place. So, when I saw your machine I thought I'd come over and say 'hello'. I never expected to see what I did see." She paused and gazed back at him, both standing awkwardly and facing each other in the beautifully fitted-out bedroom.
"Is, or whoever she was, important to you?"
"Not enough," he answered calmly. "She lives and works in the village and is one of the stable girls at the local hunt stables and kennels. You must have seen her about riding and leading a team of horses with others who work there. She's also the girlfriend of a guy I know...someone who she says doesn't do it for her."
"Like you seem able to do."
Betty smiled and pouted her lips as if to show that she understood. She had also witnessed enough, of him at it, to know that Darryl was no novice and would do it for her too, if she could seduce it from him.
"You saw us...you saw it all?"
"Oh no, not all of it, but enough to see that you knew what you were doing, even if it was a friend's girlfriend and here in your parents' place."
"I said I'm sorry."
"But why here and with her? I've never seen you together and you're here a lot of the time." Betty decided to keep on questioning him, to make Darryl feel embarrassed so that he might be receptive to an idea forming in her mind as they talked. "I know where it's kept, so I'll make us both a coffee and we can talk some more."
"We both had the morning off. I now need to get to my work, Betty." He said it as she led the way along the passageway and into the living room, then into the galley kitchen. He was seen to pick up a helmet, in lemon yellow, and his leather jacket. "I'll come back later and talk some more with you if you're around. I'll also clean up the place if it's necessary."
