Sally Roberts, forty five, divorced, five foot six and pleasingly plump, carefully pulled the curtain aside from the large glass patio door that led to her garden. Looking up she saw that the curtains in the upstairs bedroom of her neighbours house were open. She could see the net curtains but nothing else. Knowing he was there she unlocked the door, sliding it back and feeling the slightly colder air outside. Immediately her nipples scrunched up and became two points pressed against her thin short nightdress. Grinning she stepped over the wash basket.
Standing outside she felt the soft breeze moving against her, further firming her nipples and rippling the bottom edge of her short nightie. Standing straight it was three or four inches above her knees, bending it rode over her round luscious buttocks, leaving the pink globes exposed; grinning she bent to pick up the wash basket, knowing he would be able to see everything. She knew he used binoculars to look at her. She'd seen the shape against the net curtains as she lay on her sun lounger earlier in the week. The beauty of mirrored glasses was that your eyes were hidden from view. She'd watched the dark circles appear in the corner of the window frame opposite.
Sally wiggled her bottom as she stood with the basket of washing. She felt a breeze on her lush hairy pussy and knew that the nightie was snagged on the rim of the basket, so as she stood it had lifted above her waist. Her bare belly and pubes were on view. So be it she thought. This is what a real woman looks like, enjoy. She waddled to the rotary washing line and carefully positioned herself to lower the basket and give him a closer view of her rear end. As it touched the floor she held the basket and spread her legs a little more. Grinning she stood and began to peg the items out. She ensured that she had to stretch to peg the clothes out, lifting the hem to reveal her luxuriant bush. She had never been a shaver and was very proud of the thick curly nest adorning her mound.
As she lazily pegged the items the breeze and slightly cooler air made her realise that she needed to pee. A strange thought came into her head and she angled herself to give him a better view. Spreading her legs wider, then lifting onto her toes she relaxed her muscles, she heard the hiss then the splash as the stream of piss erupted from her pee hole as she voided her bladder. She could feel drips rolling down both legs and her toes were feeling wet as the pee pooled on the grass before sinking into the dry earth beneath. Sighing with contentment she carried on hanging the underwear out on the line. Finishing she walked to the basket and bent low to retrieve it, walking head high, boobs bouncing, pussy tingling, back to the patio door. Inside she dropped the basket, slammed the door to and staggered to the couch against the far wall. Her fingers caressed her mound and slid into her slit. With her free hand she hiked the nightdress up to her neck, the hand snaking round her sagging breasts and squeezing tight.
Her fingers searched inside her for her g-spot as she pushed her legs together to rub her clit against her thighs, relaxing she moved her fingers in and out, feeling the onrushing orgasm, she loosed her breast and returned the hand to her crotch, lightly pinching her bud between her finger and thumb, rubbing gently as her fingers pistoned in and out. Suddenly she was over the waterfall of her climax, falling, rolling, pushing, and sliding headlong to the finish; she jerked and spasmed as she came again and again. Finally she slowed and removed her fingers from their sticky prison. Rolling fully onto her back she licked them one by one, enjoying the taste of herself. She lay quietly, mewing with pleasure.
The Patio door slid open and he entered, her neighbours eighteen year old son. He was legally a man and sexually more than adult enough to satisfy her. He pulled at his shorts revealing his stiff member, thin and not too long. He began pumping it in his fist, easy long strokes, gazing at her supine body. Lusting after her he pumped his cock, his eyes roving over her and liking everything he saw. He grunted as he reached his own climax. Pointing his cock down he soaked her bush and mound with his seed. Staggering slightly he rubbed his member against the whites skin of her thighs before he dropped to his knees. She giggled and sat up, looking at him and smiling.
"I thought you'd never come," she said laughing.
"How could I not cum when you're so sexy and beautiful." he replied and reached for her. They kissed and moved together, his flaccid cock against her belly leaving a trail as the last of his cum leaked slowly out.
They kissed as lovers do and he slowly became stiff again, she rolled his cock between her fingers until he was rock hard again. Pushing him back onto the floor, she swiftly mounted him and pushed his rigid organ into her waiting pussy. She felt him slide into her, then his groin against her bud. She began to move, up and down and slightly sideways, he picked up the counter rhythm until they exploded together again; his balls delivering a massive load through his cock and into her. She moaned with pleasure. They fell still and curled and still joined lay foreheads together, dozing in the warm morning sun passing through the double glazed doors. Later he rose and tucked himself in. He left her lying contentedly sprawled on the sofa; the cum drying in her pussy hair forming a white crust against the dark hair on her mound.
Later she showered and rid herself of any evidence of him. Dressing in a simple A-line dress, but no underwear, she busied herself with housework. Stopping for coffee at eleven she went to check the washing she had hung out earlier. She felt rather than heard the presence of another body besides hers. Turning with a smile, she was surprised to see the boy's mother.
"Hallo Sally, can we have a word, in private?"
"Of course Susan, come in, do you want coffee?"
"I think I'll pass on that thank you." Susan replied abruptly.
Entering through the patio doors that her son had passed through hours earlier, Susan wrinkled her nose at the faint aroma of sex that seemed to come at her from the area around the sofa. It confirmed her suspicions; he had seen her wanton display and debauched himself with her, here on this sofa, in this room. Her nose wrinkled again in disgust.
"Well Susan, what can I do for you today?" Sally asked, pleasantly enough she thought, all the while trying to guess the reason for this visit.
"Well it's not just today Sally, it's more of a permanent thing. I'd like you to stop fucking my son and flaunting your body in the garden, please." She smiled sweetly as if asking for help at the church bazaar.
"I'm sure you have this wrong, but if it were right, what do you think you could do to stop me? Not that I'm saying anything has happened of course, no admission of guilt on my part. But let's just say if it did, what do you think you could possibly do that would worry me?" Sally smiled at Susan in return.
"What I would do, you addled sex addicted slut, is to make sure everyone knew you were so damaged that you had to seduce a barely legal boy and fuck him in your house after flaunting your fat flabby hideously saggy body at him in the garden. Oh and by the way the pee thing was gross, just so you know. What you did is so...well it's just so sordid."
"Well that's quite a speech isn't it; especially from you, such an uptight, haggard sexless drab, with tiny tits and no charisma. You stand there holier than thou, questioning my morality; when everyone knows your husband's sniffing around every bitch over eighteen in town. I suspect that's because you're so frigid, when you open your legs a light goes on. That's why he's busy splashing his seed over every available pussy in a five mile range. When and if you can sort your own problems out, come back and see me again. Oh and by the way, I caught your daughter with the vicars son's dick wedged up her arse the other night in the park. She was surely enjoying his pork sword in her dirt box from the sound of it. So I suggest you fuck the hell off and sort your own backyard out, before complaining about mine."
