Mrs. Jones came home early one day, slipping in the back with some groceries. Walking down the hall she heard noises coming from the living room. The low rhythmic grunts reminded her of of the now rare love-making with her mate. Quietly she approached the doorway and peered in to find her husband lying on top of someone on the living room couch with his shorts around his ankles. As she watched, speechless, from the hallway she could see that he had his large stiff cock shoved between the legs of their 18 year old babysitter Katie. Her school skirt was pushed up around her waist and her blouse was open, and Mrs. Jones could see her well developed breasts, still partially covered by her bra, rocking back and forth as her husband's thrusts pounded against her. One of her tits had slipped entirely out of its cup and the rosy nipple was wet with saliva.
Her panties were lying on the floor, a damp stain in the crotch showing evidence of her excitement. She could tell from the grunting that her husband was about to shoot his load into the girl and she was moaning and murmuring something to him as she wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. The girl was clearly enjoying her ravaging as well.
Mrs. Jones found the scene both disturbing and highly erotic. She watched her husband's large fat cock sliding free of the girl's slit, slick with her juices, and plunging into her again and again. His pace quickened and he began groaning as he spewed his semen into her pussy.
She retreated out the back without the couple on the couch being aware of her presence. In a daze she climbed back into her car and sat there, images of her husband's half naked body thrusting his engorged cock into Katie's pussy flooded her thoughts and she realized with some surprise that her panties were soaked with her own juices.
She hadn't had sex with her husband hardly at all since the baby was born. She had been so busy that she had hardly noticed her husband's lack of affection, but seeing him having sex with the girl had brought on a wave of horniness. She started the car and drove off, deciding to head to the mall to collect her thoughts.
As she drove down the neighborhood street she caught sight of Katie's twin brother Rob out mowing the lawn. He was shirtless, well built and tanned, and as she admired his handsome teenage body an idea came to her. She bought some stockings and some new panties and a thin lace bra at the mall and on the way home she stopped at the neighbors and asked Rob if he wanted to earn some extra money that weekend doing some yard work.
He quickly agreed "Sure Mrs. Jones, I'm trying to save up a little money."
Rob was pleased with the offer. Additionally, he thought Mrs. Jones was very attractive with her pretty face and full lips, her slim waist that emphasized her hips and the swell of her breasts. It would be a bonus to do yard work for such an attractive woman.
Mrs. Jones knew her husband would be out golfing and visiting a pub with his buddies both Saturday and Sunday till late, and that fit well with her plans.
After her husband left Saturday morning she dressed in a short dark skirt and a too tight blouse that emphasized her full breasts. If she buttoned it all the way the center button was likely to pop, so she left the upper ones undone which meant if she leaned over at all the tops of her breasts, her low-cut lace bra, and considerable cleavage were clearly visible. She checked out the effect in front of the mirror, smiling to herself and feeling quite sexy, and applied a little perfume.
The doorbell rang and she hurried downstairs to answer it. Rob stood there, dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and looking especially handsome in a boyish way. She asked him in and served him some iced tea in the kitchen. He sat down at the counter and she could feel his eyes on her breasts, especially when she leaned over to hand him his glass. She lined him out with some mowing and trimming chores and told him she was going to rest on the couch and to just come in and wake her when he was done or if he needed something.
When Rob finished he put away the mower in the garage and made his way to the living room. Mrs. Jones was stretched out asleep on the couch with one leg draped over the edge. She had apparently slid down a little after falling asleep and her skirt had slid up her legs to the point that Rob was fairly sure he could see the glimmer of her panties between her slightly parted thighs. As he stared at her he also noticed that her blouse was open and he could clearly see the mounds of her breasts over the top of the white lace bra she was wearing. His cock sprang to life in his shorts and quickly became uncomfortably hard. He shifted it to a more comfortable position and wondered if Mrs. Jones would notice when he woke her.
He moved toward her and touched her shoulder lightly, unable to avoid staring down into her open blouse. "Mrs. Jones, I'm finished" he said, wrenching his gaze away from her chest.
"Mmm, ok honey" she said, sitting up. "Do you want some more tea before you go? I know its hot out there."
"Sure, thanks!" he replied, his eyes again drawn to her open blouse which she hadn't bothered to close.
She rose from the couch and headed for the kitchen with the boy following her. She felt he was staring at her ass now, though she didn't turn to see. She knew she had given him an eyeful already and was pleased with his response. He had clearly been trying to hide the bulge of a very erect penis when he woke her. She made him tea, bending over to get the sugar from a lower cabinet in the process, her short skirt riding even higher up her thighs when she did.
Leaning across the counter to hand him his tea she caught his glance as his gaze headed for her open blouse. She smiled at him and asked if he was free again tomorrow as she had some more trimming in the back she wanted done. He nodded, his face flushed at being caught staring down her blouse. She smiled again, handing him $35, and asking if it was enough. He nodded again and she walked with him to the door, thanking him for his help.
Rob hurried home and locked himself in his bedroom and freed his swollen organ from his shorts. Gripping it in his hand he began to stroke it while closing his eyes and thinking about Mrs. Jones' panties and Mrs. Jones' tits. When he came his cum spurted up in a huge arc, splashing across the bedspread and drenching his hand. Wow! he thought, that was the highest yet! He wondered if he would get any more views when he visited her the next day.
When he arrived the next morning Mrs. Jones greeted him at the door. She was again dressed in a short skirt and tight blouse with the buttons undone down to her cleavage. As he followed her inside the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, her bottom swayed slightly as she walked, and he noticed that she was wearing stockings that made her attractive legs look even sexier.
She offered him iced tea again and he noticed that she was drinking a glass of wine. She lined him out with some hedge trimming and mowing in the back and left him to his tasks, telling him if he got hot to be sure to come in for some tea or cold water.
After an hour or so of mowing and trimming in the hot sun he headed for the house to cool off. Mrs. Jones was busy in the kitchen with something and greeted him with a smile, her glass of wine in her hand. She sent him to the bathroom to wash up and when he returned asked him what he wanted to drink. He asked if she had any cold sodas and she went to the fridge to check.
"No, sorry" came the answer. "My husband has some cold beer in here - but you are a little young for that aren't you?"
He flushed and answered boldly "A cold beer would be fine Ma'am."
