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?"
