The front door banged open. "Mom I'm home!" yelled Ann. "Going out with friends!" Terri yanked her left hand from her gym shorts porn magazines flying everywhere . . .ah fuck, fuck, fuck! She picked up the magazines hurriedly shoving them back into the box, closed the lid and headed for the stairs. She could feel her panties sticking to her wet pussy, chaffing her outer lips as she sprinted up to the kitchen to intercept her 18 year old daughter Ann.
"Where are you going?" She said breathlessly as she ran into Ann.
"Going to Beth's house to study. You look flustered what's up." asked Ann as she heaved her back pack over her shoulder.
"Cleaning, been cleaning in the basement." She could smell her pussy juice on her fingers and a wickedly embarrassing thought flashed across her mind.
"I'll be back by 10". Said Ann. "Don't worry about food we're ordering pizza, got a test tomorrow, bye." The front door closed as Terri slumped against the wall. Great, just great, that's all I need, getting caught by my daughter playing with myself. She raised her fingers to her nose and sniffed the dampness then hesitatingly ran her tongue along her fingers tasting herself. Oh I'm bad she thought as she turned and headed back to the basement, swearing to throw that fucking box out before she got into any more trouble.
Terri looked down at the box fighting the feelings welling up inside her. She knew she should throw it in the trash this minute; however keeping it to hold over Ted was also appealing. Either way she would be screaming at Ted about his smut collection when he got home. It's all your fault she mutter to herself a she looked at the box. She sat back down on the couch flipping open the lid and reluctantly took the magazine she'd been reading from the top of the pile. The eyes of the naked woman on the front cover bored into her leaving Terri with the feeling that the image could read her mind.
She leaned back on the couch opening the magazine to the story she'd been reading. This one was about a 40 year old woman fucking her son's 18 year old high school friend. She found the part where she left off and spread her legs. She could feel her pussy getting wet again along with a tingling in her clit that spread into her stomach. She followed the story line folding the magazine until she could hold it with one hand letting her other hand come to rest on her belly just above the top of her shorts.
She undid the snap and slowly pushed her hand under the waist band pulling her damp panties from between her pussy lips. She let her middle finger stroke her outer lips then push deeper to find her clit. Just as she was drifting away and the story starting to get interesting the front door banged open again pulling her from her day dream. Fuck now what! She muttered as she pulled her hand away, sat up and dropped the magazine back into the box closing the lid.
"Hi hon, I'm home. Hon?" Ted looked around the living room then the kitchen. He knew she was home he'd seen her car in the driveway. Maybe at the neighbors he thought to himself as he poked his head into the fridge.
Terri shoved the box back into the place where she found it. Ted wouldn't care, hell he wouldn't even say anything if he knew she'd found his stash. Now go confront the bastard and set him right. She set her jaw and headed upstairs while listening to him rummaging around the house.
"You're home early." She said looked at him ready to throw daggers as he handed her flowers. "What are these for?"
"Nothing just something I picked up that's all." Ted smiled at her. She looked at the flowers just a simple bunch you'd pick up at the grocery store. "How was your day?" Terri gulped, damn; she thought to herself, he would do something nice just when I had a good mad on.