Gillian Worsley was worn out from her early morning swim at the Leeds International Pool. A former national breast stroke champion, she was determined to keep her fitness levels up, but she had to admit at 37, perhaps she should drop 6 or 7 lengths every few days. Mind you, she thought, if I slept a bit more, instead of living life at 100 miles per hour, I'm sure that would help. So, she decided that the trip to the garden centre could wait and she would rest for 30 minutes in Kevin's den.
Kevin was her eighteen year old son from her marriage to Sean, an Irish Rugby League player, however her son, although big and powerful for his years, just didn't seem a chip off the old block. She really missed her husband, who was now away in Japan, coaching the national team.
Climbing the stairs to the den, she was taken aback by unexpected voices coming from the room. One she recognised immediately as her son, but the other wasn't familiar. Kevin obviously had been released from college early, but who was he with? She pussyfooted up to the door and finding it ajar by three inches, peered through the gap without revealing her presence. Her whole world went into a flat spin in that moment: her son was naked on the bed and half of his body was over another naked boy, who's penis was being pumped up and down by Kevin!
"Come on relax Nigel, you know I won't hurt you," her son said to the teenager beneath him.
"I'm sorry Kev, but I can't. Look, I won't tell anyone, but this isn't my scene"
The other boy then struggled and raised his head above Kevin; she recognised him as the son of her hairdresser and a pupil of the same college as her own son. He was 18 years old, but although a keen cyclist and fit, was a good 25lbs lighter than the muscular boy who was masturbating him.
Kevin then shifted position and Gillian could see that Nigel's hands were free and not touching her son, who had an enormous erection. It had been some years now of course that she had last bathed her child, but she was surprised that his penis was so big. She also noticed that, although grasped by a large hand, the other boy's organ was stiff through stimulation, but wasn't rampant.
Knocking on the door once, she entered the room as she had done a hundred times before, when Kevin had been fully dressed and expecting a drink or suchlike. Both boys nearly jumped out of their skins, their penis's wilting as if struck by a cattle prod. Reaching for the nearest clothing available, with no particular preference, they managed to cover their privates and slumped back on the bed, in semi paralysis.
"Sorry if I have interrupted your bonding session boys, but I'm not overjoyed with it going on in my house," she said.
Both boys could not utter a word between them, they just hung their heads down and tried to regain some composure. Gillian decided to quash the situation as fast as possible and so pressed home her advantage.
"Kevin, I'll speak to you later, but you can go to training; I don't want the coach to have any excuse for not including you in the finals".
"Yes Mum," replied her son and hurried into his sports gear. He then must have set a near all time sprint record for dashing out of the house and down the driveway.
Nigel managed to speak at last ," Are you going to tell my Mum, Mrs Worsley?"
