Elaine and Danny Porter each arrived home from their jobs with identical reports about their days. "Boring," they said. Emily kissed each of them on the cheek as they passed, Elaine about ten minutes before Danny, and watched them walk up the stairs feeling much more calm about her afternoon's discovery.
She had decided that her children were too smart to take their masturbation any farther, and she no longer cared that they spied on their parents. It was her activities with Patty she worried about. She hadn't done anything with the other woman since their little "card party" last week. For all she knew, they would never do anything like it again. But still, they knew what she had done. They had video, and she was going to have to talk to them about it.
Watching Danny mount the stairs to his room, the image of him masturbating and the thought that it might have been her lesbian video he was watching made her incredibly wet. A mother being able to turn on her own son was quite an achievement. And she though again of him stroking his long, hard cock, and smiled.
When Robert came home he was greeted by a wife who wrapped herself around him in a passionate embrace and said, "Gotta fuck you, mister. Gotta fuck you now." He let her lead him down to the finished basement and pull his pants down without a word, grinning all the time. She took him into her mouth, swirling the head of his cock with her tongue, and then stood and pulled her own pants down. "Gotta fuck you fast," she said.
Emily pushed him down on the couch and straddled him, lowering her wet pussy down onto his throbbing dick. She took him inside, and then she dropped herself on him, driving him up against the vaginal wall as her pussy clamped against him. She pumped her body up and down on his cock, her breath coming in increasingly short, ragged gasps until her orgasm overtook her and she leaned shivering against Robert. When he indicated a desire to change position, she shook her head and began moving again. She worked her vaginal muscles to grip his cock, humping herself on him until he groaned and she felt the warm burst of cum up inside of her. Only then did she get off her husband.
Emily put her pants back on, kissed her husband on the cheek, and went back upstairs leaving him seated with his half erect cock and thinking that this was going to be another of those interesting nights.
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Tillman Mosswell was chomping at the bit to get out of the house that night. It was Friday night, and his favorite lady was bound to be doing something. Wasn't she? He had suffered through his parents congratulating him and hugging him and general acting like geeks after Sherona told them about his driving Darius away. His mother looked at him with loving eyes, and his father clapped him on the back, and Sherona just kept making cow-eyes and saying, "My big man."
He finally got free, claiming fatigue, and went down to his room. He had been dog tired when he got home, but he'd been recharged by a hot shower and he was ready for action. He didn't call Elaine and Danny, because he didn't want them to know that a pregnant woman was the object of his desire. They'd think he was a freak.
It was shortly after ten when he sneaked up the stairs and out the back door of the house. Sherona had been bringing an empty glass back to the kitchen when he left, and she saw the door closing slowly behind him. Intrigued by his sneaky departure, she tiptoed out after him and followed at a safe distance.
Tillman moved quickly across to the Adams house and around the back. There was nobody in the bedroom. In fact, it seemed that most of the lights were out. He risked exposure by sneaking around to the front and peering through the picture window. A young girl was sitting on the couch talking on her cell phone. A babysitter! Damn!
Discouraged, Tillman crossed the street again wondering if there was anything interesting to see. He didn't want to watch the Burton family videos through their window. He wanted live action. Seeing that there were lights on at the Carter house, he walked over and then sneaked along the wall and around to the back.
The house had a family room that jutted out from the main house. The walls of the room were lined with windows. Most of the shades were down, but he found one with two open inches at the bottom. Once he looked inside, he knew why Claudia Adams wasn't home.
Claudia Adams was busy with John Carter at the time. She was on the couch and he was crouched down sucking at her pussy while moving his hands around on her belly. She was running her fingers back through his hair, obviously enjoying his attentions.
Across the room, Andy Adams was slamming dog style into Terry Carter as she stood leaning against the arm of a chair. That chick was screaming with pleasure, and her breasts swayed beneath her like hot sacks of flesh.
Tillman's dick was like iron. He took it out of his pants and then snapped the pants again so he wouldn't have to hold them up. Then, standing in the darkness behind the house, he watched the scene and stroked himself slowly.