If he had called first, he never would have seen what he saw

It was nearly ten that Sunday morning when I got to Cary’s house (we’ve known each other forever, going to school together from kindergarten now into junior college), figuring we’d watch the football game on the big HDTV his parents had just bought. I let my­self in the back door like always but was surprised to find the place dark. Darn, I knew I should have called to be sure he was home!

I figured I’d shoot up to Cary’s room to leave a note, but first took off my shoes, which were wet from the rain. Nearing the living room I no­ticed a dim light, and looking in, I got a shock. Sitting in the recliner was their neighbor Harm, naked, with Cary’s mom naked on his lap!

I got another shock when I looked around and saw that sitting across from Harm and Cary’s mom was Cary’s dad, watching intently! Har­m had his hand be­tween Mrs. M’s slightly open legs, working on her slit. I’ve heard about husbands want­ing to watch their wives in action, but shit, this was my best friend’s parents!

Of course this was the first time I’d seen Mrs. M without clothes on, and while I felt guilty as hell, my cock was quickly getting hard. For years all the guys in the neighborhood had kidded Cary about how crazy hot his mom was (she actually seemed to get better-looking over time), and here she was getting finger-fucked by a guy who had to be at least ten years older than her (and married!), with her husband watching and obvi­ously enjoying the scene!

Mrs. M had her head rest­ing up against Harm’s chest, and for a good five minutes I watched her lean back and enjoy, with no one saying anything. The first words I heard came from her: “Oh God, oh God.” And then her whole body was shaking in climax.

A few more minutes went by, and Mrs. M got to her feet, her breasts large and firm with no sag, her nipples swollen and dark, her pubic hair thick. She reached for Harm’s hand and pulled him up, and I saw I was wrong—he wasn’t naked, he had on boxer shorts, with a large tent protruding. Mrs. M reached with both hands for the waistband and down the shorts came, revealing a cock bigger than any I’d seen even in porn flicks, sticking straight out.

“Oh my, you’re beautiful,” she said. She pushed him back in the chair, and knelt in front of him and lowered her head to his crotch, and with her husband still watching intently, Cary’s mom be­gan to suck the neighbor’s cock. He exploded in seconds, filling her mouth. I swear she swallowed.

When they moved, I figured I better get the hell out, so I grabbed my shoes and ran out in the rain in just my socks! Ever since, I’ve wondered if I should say anything about it to Cary.

—T.W., Bakersfield, California