*All characters are over 18.*
(The following is same story as the one I recently posted but with many of the mistakes corrected. I didnt realize how many errors I had made until I used an app to help me find and correct said errors. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my work, and extra thanks to those who encouraged me to spend more time proof reading. Hope you all find this version more readable. More to come.)
Shelby Lane looked herself up and down in her bedroom mirror. At 42 years old, she was damn proud of how she looked and knew she would feel that way for quite some time. She worked out regularly and ate right, and it showed.
Her perky breasts strained against her tight t-shirt. Her heart-shaped ass looked like her jeans had been sewn on around it. Her long, silky blond hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and her plump lips looked achingly inviting.
It was just a pity that her husband wouldn't be around this weekend to appreciate her appearance. She loved getting all fancied up for him, but he was going to be out of town for work for a few days, so there wasn't much point in it. Still, she figured she'd get some light teasing in before he left, that way he'd be thinking about her the entire time he was gone. When he returned, the damn of desire was sure to burst with raw intensity.
She turned from her mirror and left her room, then padded down the steps and turned into the kitchen where her husband Steve and their three sons were all chatting.
"There she is! Her husband greeted her with a smile.
Shelby flashed him a dazzling grin. "Good morning honey." She approached him and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"Hi, Mom." Her oldest son Bryce said.
Her other sons echoed similar greetings.
"Sweetie, do you really have to be gone all weekend?" She asked, doing her best 'puppy dog eyes' face.
Steve smiled apologetically. "Sorry babe, you know I gotta'. But I'll be back Monday afternoon."
"Wait, I thought you were only gonna be gone til' Sunday?" Tommy, her youngest, chimed in.
"I'll only be working until Sunday." The father corrected. "Wasn't able to book a flight back until the next day.
"Lame," Bryce commented as he sipped coffee
"Why don't ya take mom with ya?" Tommy joked. "We could have a lot of fun in one weekend with an empty house."
Steve guffawed. "In your dreams kiddo."
The boys all chuckled.
Shelby leaned in close to Steve's ear and whispered. "Hurry back. We're gonna have a lot of fun when you're home again."
"Alright, I'm outta here," Bryce said with a comedically exaggerated grimace, then began to walk out of the kitchen.
"Yeah, get a room, guys." Tommy joked as he followed his older brother on.
Connor merely smiled shyly as he followed the other two out.
"The whole house is my room." Steve called after them as they left.
Shelby wrapped her arms around her husband and smiled. "I'm serious, though. You better hurry back."
He grimes back at her salaciously. "Believe me, babe, I will."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall.
"Well, I guess I better take off." He said, breaking away from their embrace.
"I'll miss you." He said as he picked up his briefcase off of the table.
"You better." She said
Steve made his way out through the living room, saying his goodbyes to the boys as he went. He went out to the driveway, hopped in his car, and with one final wave at his family, he was off.
The rest of the morning was quiet. The boys went up to their rooms and played games on their consoles, and Shelby sat in her office and began working on the novel she'd been writing.
She typed away for a while, losing track of time. This book was her mission. She had vowed to spend at least a few hours writing each day until it was done.
After a while, Connor poked his head into her office and announced that he'd be going out for a while.
"Alright, sweetie." She said with a warm smile. "Have fun."
Shelby stepped out of her office and made her way to the kitchen. She took a cup from the cabinet, opened the fridge, and poured herself a glass of juice.
She noticed that it was quiet in the house, other than Tommy mowing outside. But as the lawnmower moved further out to the edge of the yard, she realized the house was not silent. Not quite.
From up on the second floor, she could hear something. It was a sound a person was making. A groaning of some kind. But it sounded female. This didn't make much sense as Shelby was the only woman in the house.
Idle curiosity drove her to investigate the second floor and wander up the stairs. As she grew closer, the sounds became unmistakable. Someone was moaning in pleasure. She followed her ears until they led her right to Bryce's door, which had been slightly ajar.
"Harder! Harder!" The voice of a woman rasped.
From this distance, Shelby could also hear the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
"You like that?" She heard Bryce say in a confident but physically shaky voice.
"Fuck yeah!" The female voice responded.
"Fuck you're tight!" Bruce grunted out.
Shelby stood there in shock, not quite sure what to think. Bryce was 20 years old, so she figured it was logical to assume he was sexually active by now. But still, the sound of hearing him engaging in this illicit act was quite a shock.
"Call me by your mom's name!" The girl demanded.
Shelby felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on her. She froze like a deer in headlights, and every nerve in her body felt like it had been shocked with electricity.
"Oh yeah?" Bryce said, apparently thinking it over. "You'd get off on that?"
