I'm 63 and been living on my one since got divorced at 40. Since then I have been involved with different women usually with not much age difference but this one time I had a wild stint with very young woman a college friend of my son.
Twenty years ago I was living at home with my son, being in his twenties, studying in our local college and being a single father did not often present a problem. My then ex wife was trying to handle her business in the booming porn industry living 150 miles away having her studio and office. Living with the young man as he was going to college, sometimes make for happy arrangements. One particular night, I left work earlier than usual. As I neared my home, I proceeded to press my garage door opener. It wouldn't raise the overhead door, so I turned off the car engine and walked to the rear of the house.
To my amazement, I could see the upright level blinds closed, and some noise coming from the TV. I wasn't trying to become a peeping Tom, but just couldn't resist peeking in between the window and the far corner of the blinds.
What I saw got my then forty three year old cock hard in a hurry. Stretched on
the couch, with her panties down to her ankles, Julie my son's then girlfriend, was cramming something into her red haired pussy at a very fast pace. I could see facial expressions go from pain to pleasure and her little hands were moving this dark object at a rapid pace. It was lucky for me that I could hide behind my overgrown lilac bush, because I had to remove my cock from my pants as it was becoming too stiff.
I began to stroke harder and faster, watching my son Tommy's girlfriend fuck into her little pussy. I recognized that Julie was using the handle of my plastic hairbrush. Would I have loved to be that hairbrush then!
As her long, reddish hair fell in front of her flushed face, I could see she was apparently watching a video. I wondered, where my son Tommy was while she was getting herself off. Something made Julie rearrange her clothes and begin straightening her hair. I also got a little scared and tried to put my hard throbbing cock back into my pants.
I ran out from the bushes and rang the doorbell. Julie came to open the door. Her face was as red as her hair, like she might have been caught in the act. I asked her how come the screen was latched.
She said, "Tommy probably did it. He's upstairs in your bathroom."
Truth is that I had been noticing how tattered my fuck books have been lately. The kid had been sneaking into my porno collection. I had hoped he would never see my homemade videos of his mother, me and a group of our closest friends. Being in the business she really used some of her camera and boom men to make professional looking captures. When I came in and saw the red light on the video recorder, I asked Julie what she was watching. I caught her by surprise when she didn't respond. Sitting next to her on the couch, I could see a big wet spot on the cushion. The smell of stale ο¬sh was in the air. Again her face started getting redder. She knew she was caught. About the time when I was asking for the remote control, Tommy came down the stairs wearing a pair of jeans and red polo shirt.
"Hi, Dad, didn't hear you come in." he greeted me as he took his car keys from the coffee table. He indicated to Julie that they better be going. As they proceeded to leave the house, I could see the wetness of her ass, as her skirt clung to her butt like saran wrap.
"See you later, Mr. B," she said.
