Sunday morning, I was getting ready to leave for my weekly visit with my parents, when James sauntered downstairs in his boxers and a t-shirt; the subtle movement of his soft cock flopping about with each step had caught my eye. "What are you doing up so early, Sunshine?" I asked, trying not to stare at his package.
"Oh, Maggie wants some help with a surprise she has for Robert when he gets home. She says she needs someone good with a hammer." At first, I thought James must have had sleep in his eye, as he winked just as he finished his sentence. But a slight smile escaped him, and it was like he was letting me in on his joke.
"Are you off to visit Granddad and Grandma?" he asked.
I was a bit unnerved. "Yes. I am. I am just leaving now."
"Say hi to them for me. Tell them I will come by later in the week". My son has always made time to visit his grandparents, and they've always treated him like gold.
"I will. See you later." I kissed him quickly and was on my way. I worried a bit that Robert might come home earlier than expected, and find Maggie and James in a compromising position in their home. James has some brawn to him so he can defend himself but that would create a lot of drama in the neighborhood.
My visit with Mom and Dad was good as always. They asked about James and I told them of his planned visit. Mom blathered about how nice a boy I had raised, and Dad added, "I bet he a number of girlfriends on a string."
"Albert, you are such a horn dog," said Mom. "Some things never change with you. James is a fine boy. He would never treat girls like that!" I just shook my head because Mom is so right about my father. And it would seem that my son has taken after his horn dog grandfather.
I got home mid-afternoon and saw that Robert's car was in the driveway, and a pang of anxiety rushed through me as I wondered if he had walked in on Maggie and James.
I heard music blaring from James' room and James looked very relaxed when I saw him. I didn't bother to ask James about what or who he might have hammered earlier in the day. Maybe because I was just a little jealous, and would really rather find out about James' lovemaking firsthand.
We shared a nice dinner, and while we were chatting, I decided that at least Maggie got to enjoy the youthful fuck that she desperately needed while her husband was away, and now things might get back to normal.
Monday, I was back to work so when I got home, my wonderful son had made supper for us. When we finished, he treated me to a warm tea while I watched the six o'clock news. Around seven, the doorbell rang and James got up to answer it. "That will be Maggie. If her husband calls or texts you, she is over here visiting with you, okay? We won't be too long."
Before I could even respond, James had the door open and Maggie was giggling and waving to me like a schoolgirl, as the two of them went up the stairs to his bedroom. I wondered what had happened that she thought she could be so obvious about being alone with James, with me nearby.
I found myself not knowing how to react. Should I go up there and kick Maggie out? That wasn't going to stop them, and I didn't think that I should cock block my son, either. It wasn't long before I could hear the rhythmic motion of James' bed, and the muted sounds of female pleasure. I recalled how odd it was watching them from James' bedroom without hearing any sounds whatsoever, and this seemed worse; hearing the sounds of Maggie's unrelenting pleasure without seeing which way he had her positioned to do so. I pictured James standing behind Maggie bent over his bed and his strong arms pulling her hands behind he to fuck her forcefully.
I moved to the foot of the stairs where the noises were less faint, but even more tantalizing. I crept quietly up the stairs and near enough to James' bedroom to hear him saying, "That's it. Take it! Fuck, your tongue feels so good... yeah, suck it!"
I unbuttoned and let down the zip on my jeans, and dipped my fingers between my legs, under the elastic of my panties and into my warm, greasy honey. Maggie was slurping and I imagined it was I kneeling before my son, bringing his balls to a boil. In only a few seconds, I got myself off on the sweet fantasy of pleasing James, while hearing Maggie utter things like, "Give it to me. Yes, on my face," and, "Fuck, that is so much cum!" My naive friend's words brought me over the edge and I bit my lip to stifle an ecstatic moan. I slipped back down the hall and went back to the living room to watch some TV.
About an hour later, Maggie descended the stairs, primping her hair, with James right behind. "Nice seeing you, Liz," she offered, blowing me a kiss and stepping out onto the porch. James closed the door over behind her. "I'm going to hang out in my room, Mom," he said quickly, turning to go up the stairs. I simmered for the next hour or so, and went to the bottom of the stairs.
I hollered up, "James?"
A few seconds later, I heard his bedroom door open and James appeared at the top of the stairs, still in his boxers and underwear. "Yeah?"
"I think we need to talk."
I went back to the sofa as he came down. "Oh? What's up?" he asked. I waited for him to come closer and sit next to me. As he did, I looked down to see that in my haste, I had not zipped up my jeans. My bright blue panties peeked from the opening and I quickly folded my hands over my lap to hide them from view.
"Well, I'm not sure," I offered sarcastically. "Didn't you just take a married woman up to the privacy of your bedroom for almost an hour earlier?"
"Oh, yeah. Why?"
"Why? Her husband is right next door and you expect your mother to be offering a cover story if her husband comes looking for her?"
"Yeah, I told Maggie you wouldn't mind." Now my simmering was changing to a near boil at his cockiness.
"Was it the same kind of 'visit' you had with her on Saturday night? You know, when you were supposed to have stopped by to pick up money that her husband owed you?"
"Well, neither of us at the time knew that you already knew that we were having sex."
