Free Watching Her Fun -3rd ed by PB Rider Page A

excited?”
    “Oh honey, don’t be dull.”
    The bell rang again.
    “And one more thing. Don’t freak out if I call him ‘son’, OK?”
    “What?”
    She kissed me, stepped back and closed the door while she was talking.
    “I’ve got fantasies, too, you know.”

EIGHT
    I stepped back and watched her walk to door. I could hear the music playing and had a good view of the couch with, fuck it, that vibrator poking out under a cushion.
    She pressed the buzzer
    “OK, kid. Top floor apartment, some Chinese writing on the door.”
    I went through the possibilities in my head. She’d say thanks for the hat and flirt a bit, get turned on being sexy with some young guy, then he’d leave and I’d swoop in and finish the job. It had all the makings of a great day.

NINE
    The door opened and the blond guy from the beach, this Matt, stepped in and handed Jenn her sunhat.
    “Here you are.”
    “Thanks, Want to get high?”
    “Sure,” the guy said.
    Jenn went over to the drawer where we kept our stash, bent over and moved her ass to the music while she rolled a joint, then gave it to the guy along with a lighter.
    The guy lit it, took a couple of hits.
    Jenn sat down on the couch, right in front of the mirror. She crossed her legs just high enough to show a glimpse of her thighs.
    “Come on, sit and keep me company while I see if I’m going to burn.”
    “You look OK,” the guy said, sitting down just a few inches from her.
    Jenn took the joint off him, hit it.
    “Just OK?”
    “No. Or maybe yes. I don’t know. This is good weed. Where’s your husband?”
    “He’s at the store.”
    “When’s he get back?”
    “Oh, a while. He’ll call before he does, see if I need anything.”
    “Damn,” the guy said, throwing his head back, the smoke hitting hard, “that feels good.”
    “So you’ll hang out?”
    “Sure, and I also want to apologize for that guy down there, Andy, the one who grabbed you. He can be a dick sometimes.”
    “That’s OK, sometimes those can be fun. Now relax, I want to say thanks for bringing my hat, and also ask you a question. This is a big opportunity.”
    “Sure, what?”
    “It’s a little embarrassing. You could almost be my son.”
    I tensed up. It was happening.
    “It’s OK. I’m so high now. Mom, son, whatever, it’s all good.”
    “Sure, that’s my point – when you see me you think ‘mom’, right? And that makes the question kind of awkward.”
    “It’s OK. You can ask me anything.”
    “Well, I was talking the other day with a friend of mine, you’d like her, everyone does, about whether it’s true that young guys are into older women now. Guys your age, women my age. This ‘milf’ thing. And I thought – well, I may as well just ask you.”
    “What?”
    Jenn opened the bathrobe and showed him her tits, and then it all happened very fast.

TEN
    “Fuck,” the guy said, “are you for real?”
    “Touch me and see.”
    The guy put his hands out and touched Jenn’s breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, stroking the nipples. She moved a little, so that she was looking at herself in the mirror, showing me everything. She blew a kiss while this Matt guy put his face between her tits, then opened her legs as his hands began to explore her body, and the bathrobe fell open, and he could see that she was naked.
    How far was this going to go?
    “Wait,” Jenn said, and I thought that was it, she’d made her point and would send the guy back all hot and bothered, then I’d go in and fuck her, while he went away and jacked off about it the rest of the weekend.
    But instead she leant forward and kissed the guy, moving her hands through his hair and down his back. Then she pulled away and slipped off the robe, put her legs up and apart on the couch, and began stroking her neatly trimmed pussy.
    “Come on, son, you know you want to.”

ELEVEN
    Matt moved onto his knees and put his head between my wife’s legs. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew. Jenn put