I guess you would say we are about as normal as you get. My name is Shelly Baxter and I’m forty-two. My husband Derek is a mechanic for an auto dealer, and with the economy the way it is he has been as busy as I can ever remember. I work in retail; I am a shift manager at a local big box store. This last year has been the strangest I, and I am sure you, have ever experienced.
Our daughter Monica, now turning nineteen, just graduated from high school this last year; if you want to call an online ceremony a graduation. They canceled her senior prom because of COVID, I felt really bad for her but what can you do. She plans on attending the local community college this fall and hopefully it will be in person, we have yet to hear.
Our son Daniel is twenty and just finished his sophomore year of college, all of it online. It’s a bit easier in college; most of his courses could be done online. He is taking his labs this summer since they finally are doing some things limited in person.
Like I said, we were just your average American middle class family struggling to survive the economy and this weird virus that has thrown all our lives into chaos. It especially hit ours when I developed a cough about three months ago. Yep, I tested positive. The entire house went into two week lockdown, I got sicker and sicker; honestly I thought I was going to die.
I’ve never been that sick in my entire life; and after three weeks in the hospital, I finally got to go home. To say I was as weak as a new born puppy was an understatement. Thanks to my loving family, they took care of the laundry, cleaning and all the chores mom did. I think they were all a bit surprised at how much I did behind the scenes to be frank.
Me, I spent the next month roaming the house trying to find ways to occupy my bored stiff brain. It was March so it was too cold to go for walks in upstate New York. Television was never my strong suit, and reading can only take you so far.
Now that you have a bit of the background, I will start with how this all happened. It was a Wednesday afternoon; I remember it like it was yesterday. Derek had called and said he was working later, with the economy and so many people out of work, everyone was fixing their cars instead of replacing them, and stimulus money was driving people in for those much needed but unaffordable repairs.
I was bored out of my mind; I had been hoping Derek and I could go get some shopping done. So, I wandered the house looking for either Monica or Danny (yes he hates that name); a chauffeur is a chauffeur. Finding Monica is like looking down the rabbit hole, how that girl finds ways to hide I have no idea, but she can literally disappear for hours and then magically reappear. Danny on the other hand, is your typical twenty year old male; he thinks a half closed bedroom door is a sign of total privacy.
Half closed was exactly what it was when I walked up, I swear to God. I had just reached up to open it further to step in and ask him if he could take me to the store, when I heard his soft grunt. Now to your average mother, a grunt usually means pain or injury; and that was my first thought as I pushed the door open. It swung about two inches more and I glanced inside; and froze on the spot. There, in broad daylight, was a sight I had never seen in my entire forty-two years. A full grown man, and he WAS a man; totally nude, stretched out on his bed. He had his IPad propped on his chest watching or looking at something, fortunately it also blocked his view of the door where I stood transfixed.
I stared at the thick solid member rising from his groin; the head purple and swollen. His hand was gliding up and down as he wrapped his fist around it. He wasn’t huge, I’m not going to lie and claim he was ten inches or something; but he was respectable, I would guess maybe eight inches. There was a slight curve just before the head that gave it a slight arc; and the thing glistened in the light, I presume from baby oil or some other lubricant.
Now I’m not a prude; Derek and I have sex; and fairly regular. I admit it had been almost two months, my getting sick and being so weak had put all that on the back burner. But it wasn’t like I was some prude or anything, I knew young men masturbated, I had found evidence in Danny’s wash in the past. It isn’t a crime, and I never said anything, it was his private business. Except this time I was standing feet away, watching him do his private business, and it was the most fascinating thing I had ever seen.
While Derek and I have sex, I think you would consider us pretty vanilla. We do it at night, with the bedroom door locked; it’s very private. No whipping or handcuffs; and please don’t get that thing near my butt, sorry exit only. We do various positions, so I know spooning and doggy and all of that; but it’s all pretty much traditional. Whether Derek actually masturbates himself I don’t know; I would think he has since we haven’t done anything in a while. But it wasn’t something that never crossed my mind, I mean masturbating is natural, even women do it sometimes; but I had never seen a man masturbate in my life. It was captivating as I watched his hand glide slowly up and down; I could see how his hips arched just slightly when his fist hit his groin; and I could more clearly hear his soft grunts as he pumped away.
“Oh yeah, suck it baby” I heard him grunt.
So my son likes oral, I thought. I have done it for Derek; and while it has never been my favorite thing; I love having my pussy eaten and have always considered fair is fair.
“Cum in her mouth…come on dude” Danny moaned softly.
I stared at his penis, and could actually see it throb as he got closer and closer. I knew I should leave; that this was his private thing; but I honestly couldn’t tear my eyes away. I knew he was very close when the speed of his hand picked up; I glanced lower and watched as his wrinkled balls bounced on his thighs.
“Fuck yes…you want it…here it comes…drink it baby” Danny grunted again.
It was like watching something in slow motion; his ass rose about an inch from the bed; his hand jammed down to the root and stayed there. I watched as his penis jerked in his grip; and then a fountain of thick white goo shot straight up into the air.
As the first round reached apex, and then splattered down onto his belly it was rapidly followed by a second thick blast.
“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn” I heard his guttural groan.
I finally found movement in my legs as the third round shot out much weaker, barely clearing the tip, and dribbled down the shaft to coat his hand. I back pedaled out of his doorway, pulling it back to where it was; and stood in the hall trying to collect myself.
My God I was breathing like a racehorse, my heart was pounding; and I was sweating from head to toe. Worse, I was soaking wet; I mean it was a swamp between my thighs. I wobbled my way back to my bedroom and stripped off my jeans and drenched panties. As I pulled a fresh pair from the dresser, I looked at myself in the mirror. Overall, not to bad for a forty-two year old mother of two, I thought. Oh I could stand to lose a few pounds, and I had that post baby pooch a lot of women have; but my breasts were still pretty damn firm, standing out proud for a pair of 36 C’s. MY things and legs were in good shape, yoga had always done me well. Between my thighs I kept a neatly trimmed landing strip, always ready for my husband to take a flyby down my runway. Overall…not too bad.