Sylvia and I had moved in with her parents for a few months, so privacy was in short supply. But with Sylvia working tonight, her father's a trucker so usually away midweek and Jean, Sylvia's mother, having gone to the cinema with her friend Mary, I had a few hours to myself; finally, an opportunity to watch the video I'd got from my mate Lenny.
I was sprawled on the couch, trousers around my ankles and well into it by seven-thirty; Lenny made these films himself and for amateur skin-flicks they were bloody good. As ever it was Lenny himself, front and centre; Len's a good looking guy and sports a cock like a blind cobbler's thumb. While the lady was an athletic blonde and somewhat older, perhaps forty; she certainly knew how to suck cock, Lenny was stiff as a fence post.
The naked MILF had straddled Lenny and was lowering herself onto his shaft when I was disturbed; a muted feminine-gasp, but that was enough, I whipped my head around to discover Jean in the door way -- Oh Fuck! I grabbed for the TV remote, but in my panic knocked it to the floor; the video did at least pause, but with a full-screen image of Lenny's prick halfway into the blonde's cunt, it didn't help much.
The remote landed by Jean's feet; she retrieved it, then used it to gesture toward the TV: "I know that girl; Annabelle, we're in the same aerobics class... I was right about her hair being dyed." With no obvious answer to that, I remained silent.
Jean hit the play button and stared as Annabelle's pussy engulfed the rest of Len's cock then began grinding against the intrusion; the sounds and movement returned my own attention to the screen too, watching that was easier than facing Jean. Another few minutes passed before a second, and heavier gasp drew my attention back to Jean; my mouth gaped, Jean's hand was beneath her skirt and while that hid what it was doing, the fabric's movement made it patently clear.
