All characters in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age and older. It involves a mother keeping a close eye on her daughter, but does not contain incest. This story is also protected under copyright and only Literotica have my permission to print this story.
Thursday
I'd just cleared the dinner table so I was standing at the kitchen sink washing the dishes. My husband was at the power plant working nights, and our eighteen-year-old daughter Jessica was in the garden enjoying her post meal vape. Never a smoker or vape addict myself, I was disappointed she was doing it, but at least she wasn't smoking cigarettes.
As I washed the dishes our neighbour Harry came out into his garden, and began talking to Jessica. My ears perked up and my eyes focussed on him. Harry said something with a smirk and Jessica replied by giggling and looking shyly flattered. Anger quickly consumed me.
Harry was sixty years old. He was a tall, wiry man. Widowed and always alone, he was considered a bit of a weirdo and a recluse around the neighbourhood. He'd lived in the house since it was built. In his words that made him the street elder.
We had only moved in just over a year ago. My husband working shifts meant I often had spells where I was alone during the daytime and weekends. Chloe was always in her bedroom or out with friends when she wasn't in college.
Our elderly neighbour was quite chatty with me over the garden fence to begin with. He had more than a wandering eye, especially if I wore anything that revealed my cleavage. I would ignore his poor attempts to steal glances and politely engage him in conversation. It was only ever about the weather and things like that.
Then, he started taking risks and flirting with me. Despite clearly knowing I had a husband, Harry started taking the liberty of informing me how great he thought my 'tits' were. I was of course taken aback and appalled. Mildly flattered after the dust had settled in my thoughts I may have been, but it was an extremely inappropriate comment to make.
As one who doesn't like to cause a scene, I blushed with embarrassment and awkwardly thanked him, before politely reminding him I had a husband, and I was forty, considerably younger than him. Harry took this to mean he had licence to continue. He would smile and wink at me, checking out my arse and breasts. When nobody was around he would offer me into his home for a cup of tea, winking and smiling again.
The final straw came when he offered to show me how well endowed he was. Harry claimed it was eight inches long with plenty of life left in it. Flabbergasted, I pulled him up on his rude behaviour and threatened to tell my husband if he didn't stop immediately.
After that, the old man didn't say so much as 'hello' or 'good morning' to me. I thought I'd sorted him out on my terms, but now it seemed he was trying his luck on my eighteen-year-old daughter, but knowing Jessica, I wasn't too concerned about her handling him.
Back to the kitchen. I listened and watched the pair of them, but I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. Like me my daughter has large breasts. The tight t-shirt and jeans she was wearing had captured Harry's attention. That I could see clearly. His eyes focussed on her young chest for a few moments at a time while he did most of the talking.
Whatever he was saying it didn't seem to faze my daughter. She spoke few words back. Mostly she was blushing and smiling at him while she vaped. I had a rough idea what he might be saying, if his form with me was anything to go by.
Their conversation lasted around five minutes before Jessica finished and returned inside. I quickly dried my hands and started making coffee, pretending I hadn't been watching them through the kitchen window.
"Everything ok, Jess?" I asked nonchalantly, but my curiosity was dying to know what they talked about.
"Yeah, everything's fine. I think I'll take a shower and crack on with my English assignment."
"What did Harry have to say for himself?" I tried the direct route.
"Not much. He just asked how college was going," Jessica shrugged, clearly not wanting to add anything else.
"Ok, love. If you need any help with your assignment you know where I am."
"Thanks, mum."
That evening I slept fearing for my daughters safety. I never slept well in an empty bed anyway. Seeing her laugh with Harry made it worse.
Friday
I woke to the sounds of Jessica getting up at 6am for one of her pre-college runs. I rolled over and tried to fall back to sleep. My alarm was set for 7am but I couldn't drift back off again. The mornings are when I'm at my horniest. Knowing I had the house to myself I reached down into my bedside drawer and took out my vibrator. Turning it on, I closed my eyes and placed the buzzing tip against my clit. I gasped then moaned, stimulating myself slowly until I ran the sex toy up and down the length of my slit.
My breathing became laboured and my moans louder as I moved my hips beneath the duvet, delaying my orgasm. I cupped my swelling breasts and began caressing them. It felt so good I was suddenly fantasising. I'd never cheat on my husband, but in my fantasies I regularly thought about two young Adonis' rubbing their hands all over my naked body.
Cliché the fantasy may be, but it turned me on from my own college days, where I slept around with the athletic guys, well before I met my husband.
Sliding the vibrator inside my wet, aching hole, I rolled my nipples and slowly fucked myself with the toy. My fantasy studs were spit roasting me. One at either end, filling me with hard cock and pleasure. Working alongside my thoughts, the vibrator eventually got me off. I arched my back and cried out from the top of my lungs. It was a very satisfying orgasm to start the day.
I laid in bed enjoying the post-orgasm calm, watching the minutes till 7am go by. At 6.43am, I heard the sound of voices outside my bedroom. It was Jessica and Harry at the front of the house. I threw back the covers and jumped naked towards the window for a look. Peeking through the blinds I could see down onto our driveway. My daughter was standing in a pair of tight, damp black leggings and an equally tight, damp black sports bra.
"Good run was it, Jess?" Harry asked, with his eyes roaming her body. "Looks like you have those beauties strapped down pretty tight."
"Bastard," I muttered under my breath.
"Yes thanks, Harry," my daughter giggled, ignoring his lewd comment.
"Tell him to fuck off, Jess," I muttered again.
"I like your outfit. You look hot and sexy," Harry grinned rubbing his crotch. He was clearly checking out her young teenage curves. "Got time for a cuppa? You can use the shower if you like," he laughed in his old man pyjamas, then picked up his morning delivery of milk. I was stunned when my daughter laughed with him.
Jessica wiped her brow and pulled the bobble from her hair, releasing the ponytail. "No thanks, Harry. I always have a protein shake after a workout, and the shower in my house works just fine."
