Mickey was home from college. I had forgotten. For a year now I had been coming home from the office to work from the den. There was no-one around the house until Shelly got home from work around 5:30 and I liked the peace and quiet. I had poured my usual glass of bourbon on the rocks, it was a secret indulgence I allowed myself. Shelly had quit drinking and scowled at me when I did. I held myself to one and always made sure I was done with it by three and had brushed my teeth. Even the smell of it would be gone by the time she got home. I was headed to the backyard. I had heard Mickey in the pool.
I stopped as I passed the couch to pick up what I thought was one of his T-shirts. I intended to throw it in his room. It was the wrong size. As I held it up I saw it was a woman's T-shirt. I placed it back how I had found it and moved to the window at the kitchen sink. Through the blinds I looked out on my son and his lady friend. They were clutched together in the water. Mostly they were talking but occasionally they would kiss. I watched too long before turning and heading back to my den, the converted mother in law quarters over the garage. I kept it dark and cold. I settled into my desk and worked for a while sipping my cocktail.
After some time I looked out the window down at the pool. They were done swimming. They had moved the lounge chairs to the middle of the yard. I found myself staring. She was lovely. She wore a tiny red and white bikini. Nothing but strings held it around her neck and ribs. Similar strings were tied at her hips. She wasn't all that tan, she was more pink than anything. She had that medium brown hair that could look blonde in the right light and a mole on her thigh. I was embarrassed I looked long and hard enough to notice a mole and I went back to my desk.
My work suffered from the distraction. At a little after four they came inside. I heard the door and then the giggles. I listened from my silent office. He heard her tell him to stop. I heard her say something about having to go. She didn't sound that dedicated to going wherever she needed to go.
I stood up when the giggle stopped. Figuring she had left I walked down the half flight of stairs from my den to the little hall that led from the kitchen to the laundry and the garage. In the kitchen I was stopped by an unusual sound. It was a creaking and squeaking coming from a repetitive movement on a leather sofa.
Option one was to say something. I thought a cough might do. I imagined the scene of them scrambling for clothes, the embarrassment, a terrified girl that would never be back. I didn't want to do that to him.
Option two was to turn back around and retreat to the den. I would hear the chirp from the alarm on the front door when she left. I could go down when the coast was clear and never speak of it.
Option three wasn't even really an option. The motion sensitive camera mounted high in the corner of the living room was only activated when the alarm was armed which it wasn't but it could be activated at any time. There was a web portal, it could, theoretically be activated and monitored from anywhere in the world.
"Do you have a... a thing?" I heard to girl... the young woman... ask.
"No. I told you. We needed to stop at the store."
"You didn't say that's what you needed, fuckhead."
"I'm sorry."
"What about your parents... do you think..."
"Eww. Don't ever suggest such a thing. Crap. Look what you did."
"Aww. Little Mickey didn't like that idea."
"Stop. Sit back. We'll get him back." She said.
I chose to retreat. I was disgusted with myself for having listened in for that long. I guess I wasn't that upset with myself, considering...
I drank the last swallow of bourbon as all I had in the den was scotch and it would have been in bad taste to mix them even if the noxious liquid did taste almost the same. I poured two fingers and sat back down. I knew what I was going to do and the inner dialog where I tried to talk myself out of it was pointless.
A blue gray image came up in a small box on my laptop. Even in the hazy image she was spectacular. She was young and all of the usual adjectives applied. She was nubile, thin, athletic, toned, mouthwatering, scrumptious.
I am an appalling excuse for a man. In the control panel next to the image was the little round red circle. I clicked it. A pop up appeared offering my a high definition image. I didn't even know the option existed. I clicked yes. A full color, flawless image filled the screen. It was slightly choppy but it was immaculate. Between skinny ass cheeks a delicate asshole and full thick labia were clearly visible.
This was not the first time she had sucked a cock. She showed skills that came from experience. She pressed his full cock into her mouth and down her throat. He relaxed back in the thick leather sofa and let her do her work.
Reflexively I looked over my shoulder. I made sure I had thrown the bolt on the heavy exterior type door when I had slipped back in. I removed my cock and stroked myself as I watched the young woman suck my son's cock.
