Tommy Clarke flopped down onto his bed, resting his head on the pillow. This was turning out to be a pretty good day. It wasn't even noon yet and his schedule was wide open. Due to a teacher illness and some sort of big meeting, his afternoon classes at the local college had been canceled.
Tommy still lived at home, an advantage of the college being so close. He had just started his freshman year a few months earlier. Not only was he able to avoid living in the dorms, he was close enough that he could ride his bike to school and get a decent amount of exercise every day. Everything had worked out nicely for him.
Normally Tommy had the house all to himself when he finished his classes, but his mother Mandy had taken the week off from work. He figured she'd be waiting at home when he got there, but a note he saw taped to the fridge said she'd gone to the store. Tommy had the house to himself.
Lying back on his bed, Tommy unzipped his fly and began his usual afternoon routine. He typically jerked off when he got home, but his mother being around the past few days had put a cramp in his style. He wasn't comfortable doing it with anyone else around. God forbid he get caught or anything.
Having gone a few days without relief, Tommy quickly sprouted wood without much effort. He tugged at his cock for a few moments when, out of the blue, he heard his mother's voice calling out. Horrified, he sat up and covered himself, expecting her at his bedroom door. But after a moment he heard her voice again.
"Don? Don!"
Don was the Clarke's next door neighbor. He was also a real asshole, a big greasy macho type. Tommy looked out the window beside his bed and peered into his neighbor's back yard. They had a large privacy fence, but Tommy's room was on the second floor and he could see over it easily. Don was lounging on a lawn chair, which was all he ever seemed to do. He had on a pair of swim trunks and looked to be asleep.
Tommy glanced towards the side of Don's house and saw his mother walking along towards the back. She called out to Don again. Curious to what his mother was doing, Tommy opened his window a little more so he could hear better.
"Hmm? What?", Don murmured as he woke up.
"Don, I have asked you repeatedly not to park that thing in my driveway!"
Don drove a sleek red sports car, all part of his macho image. The neighboring houses had driveways that were nearly side by side, and for some reason Don would often park in the Clarke's when his wife needed to get in and out of their own. Nobody would mind if Don simply moved the car when his wife left, but nine times out of ten he'd forget all about it and stay parked in the wrong driveway. Tommy never understood why Don couldn't park in the street like most people.
"Oh. I'm sorry, it slipped my mind," Don told her.
"I just got home from the store and I can't even pull in my own driveway to unload the bags!"
"Sorry, sorry," Don said again. "Calm down, would you?"
Mandy Clarke pushed a strand of hair from her face and put her hands on her hips.
"Calm down? I'm tired of this, Don!"
"Jesus, I said I was sorry."
Don looked over the attractive blonde standing beside him, his eyes gazing at her chest. He'd always had a bit of a thing for Mandy. What a great rack, Don thought to himself. The gears in his head slowly began to turn.
"Why are you always in such a mood, anyway?" he asked her. "You not getting it enough or what?"
Both Mandy and Tommy couldn't believe what they heard.
"Excuse me?" Mandy said, not sure if she heard him right.
"C'mon, sweetheart, I'm not blind. That little husband of yours... he comes home late, he leaves first thing in the morning. When's he got time to do you up right?"
Almost too shocked to speak, Mandy tried to stammer out a response. How could he be asking her such things?
"And when he does do it, he probably doesn't get the job done, am I right?"
"That's... that's none of your business," Mandy managed to say.
Don was right with his assumptions, but Mandy would never admit to it. She was incredibly embarrassed from this bizarre interrogation, but she was also feeling flushed as she thought about the aching between her legs. It had been so, so long since she'd gotten "done up right".
"Well, I say that's what you need, honey. A good fucking."
Listening from his room, Tommy couldn't believe what Don was saying. He was two seconds away from running downstairs and kicking this guy's ass, or at least giving it a good try.
Mandy was quiet for several moments. She stood there glaring at Don, her anger and her sexual frustration building by the second. Finally, she spoke in almost a whisper.
"Are you offering to help me?"
Tommy froze. What had she said? He could barely hear her.
"You bet," Don said, grinning.
Mandy stood there silently for a minute. She glanced towards Don's house.
"What about your wife?"
"Ahh, she's gone 'till tonight. Where's your kid?" Don asked.
"He'll be at class for another hour or so."
"Great."
Without another word Don reached down and pulled his cock out of his swimming trunks. Mandy looked at it and unconsciously licked her lips. She just stood there, staring at it like she couldn't look away.
"Suck it for me," Don told her.
Mandy hesitated.
"No... I..."
Don reached out and took her by the hand.
"C'mon, baby," he encouraged.
Mandy felt her knees getting weak. She was breathing hard and her pussy throbbed inside her jeans. She finally gave in and stepped towards Don, sinking to her knees next to his lawn chair. Tommy watched in total disbelief as his mother put her mouth around Don's cock and began to suck.
"Mmm. Yeah, suck that dick."
Mandy slurped and sucked so loudly that Tommy could hear the noises up in his room. He was nearly unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His mother was cheating on his father. She was sucking on this guy's dick. He was watching his mother give a blowjob!
Mandy continued bobbing her head over Don's cock. He put his hands into the blonde curls of her hair, pushing her head further down on him each time.
"Ohhh. Ohhh, fuck!" Don moaned.
Tommy had never imagined his mom doing anything remotely close to this. He knew she must have had sex to get pregnant, but other than that he never gave a shred of thought to her sex life. She was his mother, a paragon of virtue, not some cocksucking slut like various girls he knew at school.
But Tommy now knew that he was wrong. Not only was his mom sucking cock, it looked like she was good at it. It made him feel a little guilty, but he'd gotten incredibly hard from watching her. Tommy adjusted the curtains on his window, making sure he could still see out, but closing them enough that nobody would be able to see back in. He began stroking his cock again, his eyes trained on his mother as she slid her lips up and down the shaft of Don's hard-on.
"That's great, baby. Get up," Don told her.
Mandy and Don both stood up. Don kicked off his swim trunks while Mandy began undoing her jeans. Don pawed at her breasts as Mandy stepped out of her pants, leaving her in just her blouse and a thong. Don leaned her back onto the lawn chair and pulled her panties off.
"Get those titties out," he said. "You got a great pair, I can tell."
Tommy's eyes were as wide as saucers as his mother undid her blouse. She wasn't even able to take it off before Don immediately unhooked her bra. Tommy's mouth fell open as he saw his mother's naked breasts. He wasn't getting a great look, but from what he could see they were amazing.
Don apparently agreed as he greedily squeezed both breasts, briefly sucking a nipple. Mandy moaned softly.
"You want it, baby?"
"Yes. Please," she whispered.
"Tell me you want it."
"I want it. Please, fuck me!"
Don grinned and aimed his cock between Mandy's legs. She spread them open as Don made his way inside her, groaning as he pushed himself deeper.
"Oh! Oh, god!" Mandy cried.
Tommy had jerked off before to what he considered unusual material. A documentary on cheerleaders. A women's match on WWF wrestling. A Seinfeld repeat where Elaine looked particularly good. But he never imagined that he'd ever jerk off to the sight of his own mother getting fucked.
Don grunted as he repeatedly rammed his cock inside Mandy. She let out a moan with each thrust, trying to forget how terribly wrong this lewd session of adulterous fucking was. She held onto the sides of the lawn chair for support as Don continued slamming her.
Tommy watched his mother's face and bouncing breasts and couldn't take it anymore. With a low groan he shot his load into a few wadded up tissues, putting out a fair amount more than usual. Watching his mother had gotten him worked up.
Don began slowing his fucking strokes, already close to finishing himself.
"You ever take it in the ass?" he asked her.
"Yes... uh, no... I..."
"Which is it?" Don asked with a chuckle.
"We... we can't do that," she finally answered.
Don gave a shrug and began fucking her faster. After a few more thrusts he pulled out and shot several spurts of cum onto Mandy's stomach. He stood up and tried to catch his breath as Mandy looked up at him.
"I didn't cum yet," she said.
"Sorry, baby. Give me a few minutes and we can go again."
Mandy looked at her watch and suddenly snapped back into reality.
"Uh... no, I've gotta go."
She stood up and noticed the gobs of semen now running down her lower torso. Don tossed her a nearby hand towel and she wiped herself off.
"How about coming back tomorrow?" he asked.
"I... I don't know. I'm sorry."
Mandy quickly got dressed as Don walked back inside his house. Tommy hurried to the bathroom and flushed his used tissues, then sat in his room and waited to hear his mother come inside. After a few moments he heard the door slam, followed by the sounds of his mom bringing in grocery bags.
When the noises stopped, Tommy heard her coming upstairs. He remained seated on his bed, hoping she wouldn't come near his room. He heard her enter the bathroom and a minute later he could hear the shower running.
Tommy saw his chance. He couldn't let his mom know that he'd been home this entire time. He left his room and hurried past the bathroom, then quickly went downstairs and into the garage. He hopped on his bike and headed off down the street.
*************
Tommy rode around for a good half hour, using the time to think about what he had seen. As it was happening he had mainly felt shocked and surprised, but as he thought more and more about it, he got angry. Why was his mother cheating on his father? What Don said about his dad hardly being around was true, but Tommy had never considered that it was affecting their marriage.
But if she did have to cheat, why with Don? His mother couldn't stand Don. Was she really that hard-up for sex?
After those thoughts sunk in, Tommy began feeling something he hadn't expected: jealousy. Why would his mom stoop to fucking someone like Don when Tommy was around? His mom loved him, didn't she? If she was that desperate, why not ask him for help instead of whoring herself out to a guy she didn't even like? It almost seemed insulting.
Once he finished his ride, Tommy walked inside his house, wondering what his mother was doing. He headed upstairs and saw that her bedroom door was closed.
