Jane Fielding picked up the 'phone on the third ring. It was her twin Anne, as usual wanting to borrow something, this time it was Jane's son Tom. "Only for a couple of days darling, if he is available. I am decorating and Tom would certainly be a help to me. Tell him I'll pay him."
Jane laughed, Tom was a student, 19 yrs old and always broke. Jane told her sister Tom was showering but she would pass the message, obviously the boy would please himself. After a few more pleasantries Anne rang off.
No sooner had Jane replaced the 'phone when she heard Tom entering the kitchen. On telling him that his aunt wanted help but would pay him Tom quickly got himself orange juice and cornflakes telling his mother that he would have to let his girlfriend Wendy know that he was going away. Jane suggested he telephone but Tom was adamant that seeing her would be better. Telling his mother he would see her later Tom grabbed his bike and rode over to Wendy's.
When he arrived Wendy's mum, Helen Harrison was standing on a ladder trying to clean an upstairs window. She was wearing a 'T' shirt and a pair of shorts, the ladder was not quite long enough for her to reach the top of the window comfortably and as she stretched, Tom, standing immediately below, could see not only up inside the shirt giving him a view of unfettered breasts but also up the leg of Mrs. Harrison's shorts. Tom's eyes were riveted to the view. Helen had on a pair of bikini panties and in stretching the gusset had pulled up into the crease of her pussy giving Tom an uninterrupted view. The sight gave him an instant hard on.
Tom suddenly realised that Mrs. Harrison was speaking to him.
"Tom, I guess you have come to see Wendy, unfortunately she has gone shopping for me but in the meantime could you help me? It is a problem not having a man about the house to do some of the jobs that are required and I just cannot reach the top of the window. Would you do it for me?"
Tom was only to eager to please, for one thing changing places would help him to control himself, so he thought.
Mounting the ladder he was able to easily reach the top of the window and it was Helen's turn to feast her eyes. Watching him she noticed the very large bulge in the front of his cut-offs. 'God', she thought, 'the boy has a 'hard on', and what a 'hard on', it looks a beauty, I wonder if my Wendy has been getting it.' It suddenly occurred to her that Tom had been standing where she was now standing, she could feel her panties were pulled up in the crease of her pussy so the boy had got hard looking up at her. It suddenly crossed her mind that there was another job Tom could manage, a job that needed to be done as there was no man in the house and what is more, she thought glancing at her watch, Wendy would not be home for another hour.
As Tom reached the last couple of rungs descending the ladder Helen suddenly tripped. Tom shouted "Steady" as her outflung arms grabbed at him, one hand closing over his still semi-hard prick. Reaching the ground he caught her in his arms but somehow even as she was being held upright her hand seemed reluctant to loosen its grip on his cock and naturally Tom's cock reasserted its hardness and length.
"Oh my God" breathed Helen, still firmly gripping the boys tool, "let's get inside the house."
Tom was in a dream, here was his girlfriends mother holding firmly on to his prick. Frequently whilst reading top shelf Men's magazines had he fantasised about having an older woman. In fact many was the time when he had wanked his hard cock as he heard his father fucking his mother. Once, through a slightly open door he had watched his mother actually sucking his dad's prick.
Now, here was a woman of his mothers age leading him into the house her hand firmly gripping his very aroused dick.
No sooner in the house she took him into the lounge and dropping to her knees she unzipped his cut-offs pulling the straining tool free from the confinement of shorts and undershorts.
As it came free she held it with one hand as she licked the helmet and then closed her mouth over the knob end. She held Tom's cock in her left hand, avidly sucking whilst her right hand slid up her own shorts, easing the narrow gusset away from the thick wet lips of her cunt as she started to rub herself. The feeling for Tom was exquisite, his cock being licked and sucked, by an older woman, not just any older woman but his girlfriend's mother. He was in his seventh heaven. So was Helen it was a long time since she had the opportunity of playing with such a magnificent prick, one she knew was eventually going to fuck her.
Neither heard the door open, or the stifled gasp of the watcher
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Part 2
About an hour later there was a knock on the front door. It was Wendy Harrison, Toms 18 yrs old girlfriend and she was in tears. Jane took the girl into the lounge her arm around her shoulder. "Isn't Tom with you?" she asked. The girl shook her head and started to cry even more.
Jane held the girl closer, cushioning her head on her breasts as the girl sobbed. "Come Wendy whatever is the matter, please, you can tell me, we are friends aren't we?" The girl nodded her head, taking gasps of air. "Oh Mrs Fielding, it was terrible horrible, Oh I don't know what to do" she said miserably. "I don't know how to tell you."
"Come on" said the older woman," Pull yourself together, it can't be so bad, let's discuss what has upset you."
Pulling herself away, Wendy, miserably stared at her hands then taking a deep breath she told Jane that Tom had upset her.
"Mrs Fielding, I found Tom with another woman, they were, er well they were.......oh its too terrible." She started to sob again.
Oh dear thought Jane, Stupid Tom, having fun with another girl and not being discreet.
Jane put her arm around the girl again. "Are you sure what you saw was actually what you saw, were they having sex?"
"Not to begin with, not full sex but then they did." Wendy replied.
Jane shook her head in wonder. "You mean you actually watched Tom and this girl for a while doing whatever and eventually they had sex?"
