"It's in his jeans" by Helena Handbasket

My Son's Sex Life.

Let me be clear here, no under 18's no funny business, no physical contact.

I did, however, watch my 22 year old son get it on with his girlfriend who is a slag. They didn't see me but I certainly saw them.

My son Alex is one of those boys who looks exactly like he did when he was little, only bigger. Same face, same haircut, just gym pumped and six foot one. His dad, Martin, was slightly taller still, and packed a really big cock, in excess of ten inches on a good day and with a lot of girth. We split up, oddly enough, over money, but remained friends after divorce and I introduced him to my best friend.

My best friend, once she sampled the ten inches of cock, married him and they went to live in Spain. This was a bit of a setback, really because I was quite regularly still fucking him myself.

So.... Alex left home and went to live in Coventry, some 40 miles away and came home only now and again. When covid hit however, he surrendered his flat and came back home. Now unbeknown to me, he'd got a girlfriend, Natasha (Nat) who according to the woman who runs the fish and chip shop at the end of the road, was and is a right SLUT. Not only had she been with half the town, she had a reputation for being an extremely good ride. The slag.

One evening I went to the supermarket, telling Alex I'd be an hour or more. When I said an hour, it could easily be three as I do like a bit of a chat, and if I ran into anyone, then well... I like a bit of a chat.

I was halfway to Morrisons when I realised I had left my bags in the garage. I went back and parked on the street for quickness and I didn't want to make Alex jump so opened the garage door quietly and retrieved the shopping bags.

From the garage, which is converted into a TV lounge, you can see from one angle into the actual lounge of the house. As the garage was in darkness, I could not be seen, but I had a direct view of the lounge where Alex and Nat were on the sofa, snogging. Alex was wearing grey joggers and I could see the erection from where I was, clear as day. Nat, the slut, was fucking holding it! Not wanking it, just gripping, squeezing.

She'd got this skimpy little white top and I thought she must have some sort of a bra undeneath it, her tits were so high and pert, but then again she was, I think, twenty so I guess you have that going on. She lifted them out of said skimpy top and pushed them into his face. She'd got a FANTASTIC pair of tits, it has to be said. If I'd have been in there, I'd have SUCKED them myself!! I like a nice pair of tits, I will admit.

Of course, I was appalled. This harlot was in my house, squeezing my Alex's cock and getting her nipples sucked. I wondered if they were actually planning to FUCK on my couch, with it's stain resistant treatment. Would they could they DARE, with me just at the supermarket, or not, in this case.

Nat then pulled out the waistband of his joggers, releasing his cock. Now it was many years since I'd seen it at all, and then not erect, obviously. Now I saw it, and although not as big as Martin's, it was fucking big! Nat bent forward and took his cock between her tits to give him a 'French wank'. There was a lot of tongueing thrown in and Alex's head was thrown back in ecstasy.

I was braced against the wall and imagine my surprise when I realised my hand was down my knickers! I mean HOW RUDE! What did I think I was doing? I was pleasuring my own breast and nipple with my left hand, and starting to rub my clitoris deeper and deeper with my right forefinger.

Things had developed on the sofa now, Nat was on her knees sucking my Alex's cock, and she REALLY looked like she knew what she was doing. Fucking slag. How DARE she be so ...gifted... at TWENTY! She'd obviously had huge amounts of practice as per Dora at the chip shop. And how DARE she be doing that to ALEX?

She didn't do it for long, mind, because she was then stripping her leggings off, and prising her little g string from between her pert little buttocks, then she pulled his joggers off, and his boxers. She stripped her little top right off, and pulled Alex's 'muscle' t shirt off over his head.

So with them both now naked, she climbed onto his lap, reached back and slotted his big hard cock into her slutty little cunt. Despite all the MANY many blokes who'd been up her, it was still evidently a tight fit. She crammed her tits in his face for him to lick.. suck.. chew whatever, her TARTY tits, and proceeded to ride him, but before she'd gone up and down on him, his thick shaft glistening with her lascivious cunt juices, I would estimate thirty times, he gripped her waist hard, and he was evidently coming his load, deep inside her trampy cervix. My legs were starting to give way as I wanked myself to a climax, watching this forbidden tableaux.

Nat the trollop had evidently not come, herself because she followed up their fuck with her spread eagled on my sofa and my Alex having to suck up his own come as he licked her to a climax. She was howling the place down, I could hear her through two lots of double glazing!

No we'd ALL come, I had to sneak back out and try to remember what I wanted from Morrisons, I'm fairly sure I forgot the milk, the bread , the toilet rolls, I can't remember what I did remember because I couldn't concentrate on anything but the shag I had just witnessed.

When I legitimately returned a good ninety minutes later with my depleted shopping bags my Alex's depleted bags had been put away, as had his strumpet. He never even mentioned she'd been round and explained the freshly cleaned sofa as spilt coffee. As if. As if he wouldn't leave it for me!