Donna Giles was daydreaming in her kitchen while preparing the evening meal, enjoying the quiet until her two children, Tom aged nineteen and Kirsty who was eighteen, got home.
Donna had been separated for two months now since her husband Adrian found out she'd had a drunken one night stand with someone whose name she didn't even remember. Ironic seeing as she'd suspected Adrian of having affairs with at least three women from the office where he worked. Even more ironic that two days after he announced he had filed for divorce, he moved in with one of them.
Despite that, she didn't resent him. They still spoke to each other, mainly being civil because of their children, and he had left her the house to continue to live in. She didn't even know why the one night stand had happened. They'd become a bit bland and were taking each other for granted towards the end, but their sex life had been as good as when they'd met in their late teens.
One thing Adrian had confessed to was enjoying watching Donna playing with toys. Sometimes he'd work late and when home Donna would sprawl across the sofa or bed fingering her clit while working a dildo up herself while Adrian masturbated. This escalated to Donna quite often straddling and riding a dildo on the floor while she sucked Adrian's cock until he came down her throat. She didn't mind, she enjoyed the taste of cum as much as she enjoyed using the toys frequently whenever the house was empty.
One of her close friends had asked her if she thought Adrian did this when he'd been having sex with another woman perhaps. Donna had laughed and said no, but now she thought about it it would have made sense. Had Adrian not been working late and instead been working on another woman?
One thing they didn't agree on was anal. Adrian hated the idea and wouldn't do it, Donna loved having a cock up her arse as much as in her pussy. Most of her enjoying her toys privately was using them on her arse, sometimes while Adrian was enjoying the sensation of her blowing him, she'd ride the dildo anally knowing Adrian couldn't see the dildo between her legs.
Her daydream had been her wondering if she'd have time to put the food in the oven and sneak a quick playtime in, but she was bought out of it by the front door opening. Tom and Kirsty came into the kitchen to her but ignored their mum, quarrelling about something.
"Mum, Tom's being silly about Pete again," Kirsty exclaimed.
Donna sighed. If there was trouble locally it usually involved Pete. He lived three doors down from them and went to college with Tom, and they'd attended the same school too being the same age. They also played for the same football team. He was loud and unruly, always getting into scrapes and leering at ladies in the street, but at the same time he was tall, well built for nineteen years old, with almost model looks, his dark hair slicked back. He was certainly aware of it and knew most ladies enjoyed his look too.
"What's he done now?" Donna asked, sighing.
"He's been winding Tom up that he can't wait to take my virginity," Kirsty said.
"Don't let him bother you, Tom, you know Kirsty is more than capable of looking after herself, those judo lessons paid off," Donna answered.
"I've dropped him before, I'd drop him again if he tried," Kirsty said.
"He was about ten then, he's much bigger and stronger now," Tom explained.
"Right, leave it now, go and set the table ready to eat, the food is almost done," Donna instructed them.
The next day before they went out Donna reminded them it was film night, and it was Tom's turn to pick. Kirsty pulled a face and mockingly groaned, knowing he'd pick something she wasn't fussed about watching. They'd made it a pact that one night a week they'd sit together, watching a film and eating snacks to spend some time together.
Later that evening Kirsty and Donna were laying out drinks and snacks on the table waiting for Tom to get back. When he did they both looked at each other surprised, Tom wasn't alone. Pete was with him, also Kevin a blonde lad from a few streets away who was eighteen but at college with Tom and Pete, and Mark, a twenty-year-old black lad who lived in the neighbouring houses in the street behind theirs. Tom saw their faces.
"Sorry mum, I forgot. We've had football training and I told the lads we could have a games night," Tom answered his mum's puzzled luck.
"We've got everything ready now," Donna answered.
"We could watch the film with you," Pete said, "There's plenty of room for us all."
He was right. One thing Adrian had ensured they had was a huge TV on the wall with two three-seater sofa's to watch it from, and a huge coffee table that reached between both. Donna reluctantly agreed. Tom chose the film, an action movie, with a lot of interaction from his friends, and they settled down to watch it. Donna sat at the far end of her sofa, Kirsty next to her, and Tom the other end. Pete sat at the far end of his sofa, and Donna saw him keep glancing up and looking over at Kirsty, and smiling. Kirsty was ignoring him.
Thirty minutes into the film Kirsty told her mum she wasn't enjoying the film and was tired anyway, so was going up to her room. She got up and left, the guys seemingly engrossed in the film and not acknowledging her leaving. Ten minutes later, Donna noticed Pete still looking over and smiling. Why, had he been watching her and not her daughter? Why she thought.
She'd always thought of herself as quite plain-looking, and she had a bit of a tummy on her. Not fat, just excess from having her children that she hadn't managed to lose. Forty-two years old now, she knew time was showing its toll on her. Adrian always insisted the fact she had a 38D bust and a full round arse distracted from it. She thought it was meant as a compliment, but seeing as the women she'd thought he might have been having an affair with had figures like lollipop sticks she wasn't so sure.
Donna checked her skirt to make sure it hadn't ridden up too far, that Pete wasn't getting a good upskirt view. No, it was fine. She checked her top, her cleavage wasn't showing and her top was quite loose. She knew how much she couldn't disguise how large her breasts were in tight tops, so tried to avoid them. She remembered she'd still got stockings on from work, but he couldn't tell. Maybe he was just looking at her nylon clad legs, but he could only see from her knees down.
About an hour into the film there was a sex scene. The main actor and a woman were in a hotel room, he'd stripped her off, her large breasts showing, then lay on the bed and she rode him slowly.
"Yes, fuck her good," shouted Pete, "turn her over and fuck her hard from behind."
"This isn't your usual sort of film to watch as you have on your laptop," Mark laughed.
"Do you ride like that Mrs G, or do you ride much harder and faster?" Pete asked, sneering at Donna.
