It all started out innocent enough, here I was at 51, and helping a friend who hit some hard times I had my share and was back on my feet. My friends helped when I needed, and I thought I would return the favor. Josie had lost her job and was struggling. Her and her 20 yr old daughter wanted me to move in and help them out with bills and such. So, after figuring out the money amounts, I packed up and relocated there.
Now Josie is 48, and around 5'2" with a body that most 20 yr olds would envy. Large tits for her frame, a nice tight ass and creamy legs. I had the hots for her for years. We dated, but nothing really happened. Her daughter was a 5'9" beauty who got the hereditary blessing of 34D tits, and a slim, trim body with a great ass and legs...
I had been there a few weeks, and while there had a lot of flirting going on with both women, I never really pursued it. Major wood occurred time and time again as I saw them move about the house. Callie seemed to push the limits on what her mom deemed "allowable" clothing. As time went by, I found myself constantly hard around Callie. And I saw her looking more than once.
So, with the screwed up schedule Josie had with work, there were a lot of times Callie and I were alone. While the thoughts became more foremost in my mind, I never imagined things would progress how they did. She and I talked about everything. From her relationship with her mom and her dad (her parents have been divorced for years), and her boyfriends and how they only wanted one thing from her.
Like I mentioned, there was a ton of flirting. But that one day, I never imagined it would happen like it did.
It was Saturday and I had no plans. The first time I had a free weekend in a very long time. A few days before, I was in taking a shower before work and thought I heard the bathroom door creak. It only did it the one time, and when I looked out, I didn't see anyone and the door was closed. So, I forgot all about it. The house was an older one, and the doors did not close just right. If you wanted it locked, you had to basically lean against it and turn the lock. I never really locked it, as trust and privacy was something I promised the girls. And I had hoped that respect would be returned.