Carol's daughter and son-in-law had been living with her for the last six months. It was supposed to be for a couple of weeks while they get their feet back on the ground. Her son-in-law, Charles had not kept up his part of the bargain. He could not find a job, and frankly, was not likely to unless one came up and bit him on the ass whilst he sat on his surf board. Charles surfed by day, played video games in the evening, while his wife, Shelly, worked the lunch and dinner shifts at a local restaurant. Shelly often didn't get home until nearly midnight. Carol had long ago gotten over being angry at her dead beat son-in-law.
Tired and ready for sleep, Carol walked down the hall way as she did each night before bed. She passed by Charles' and Shelly's bedroom door, expecting him to be playing video games or watching TV while his wife was out earning what little money they had. The door was slightly ajar and she peered through the crack in the door and was surprised to see that he was laying on top of the bed, slowly rubbing his crotch with is hand. She stood, peeking through the doorway, watching as he explored himself with his hand. She watched as his hand slipped beneath the waist band of his boxer shorts and then suddenly felt embarrassed for spying. She slipped slowly away to her bedroom.
She couldn't get the scene out of her mind; his tanned, firm body and that distinctive bulge in his boxers. The image kept returning, tormenting her as she tried to put it out of her mind. She felt a mix of guilt for spying and an awakening of her sleeping sexuality. Soon she realized that her own hands had slipped beneath her night gown. Her fingers slipping over her soft, smooth skin. Her hands pressed against her breasts, then she teased her nipples by pinching them between her finger and thumb. She could feel a tingle passing from her breast to between her legs, where dampness was slowly building. She reached beneath the elastic of her panties and could feel the dampness in the material at her fingertips. She ran her fingertips over her lips, thinking of Charles firm, muscular body.
Carol tried to get his vision out of her mind by thinking of other men she had known. Yet her mind kept traveling back to his firm pects and abs . She imagined his hand, beneath his boxers, pulling out a thick shaft. His hand traveling up and down his thick prick, turning its head purple. Her fingers circling over her lips, her eyes closed and body arching to her touch. She lay back onto her bed, fingers slipping between her soft, velvet lips.
Slipping the tip of her finger into her honey pot, she rubbed her moistened finger over the tip of her waiting clit. Electric chills shot from between her thighs to her breast. She reached up with her free hand and began circling her nipple with her fingertips.
