He awakened; and had a morning wood, so he’d ploughed another session with his prick, and blew another hot load into another tissue. He lay there thinking of Sarah alone in her bed, he tossed and turned but a lie in was out of the question. He had never wanted to fuck a woman as much as he wanted to fuck his friends mother.
Pete was nine months older than Mark although they had been in the same class. Mark was at another college; Pete was at the local one so he was home every day. Mark would leave again on Sunday afternoon to return to his. Pete had decided that if opportunity presented itself, he would stay over Saturday night too.
This proved to be very fruitful, although Pete had not even thought of the events that would unfold this very morning. He had watched a little TV in the bedroom but turned it off utterly bored with it. And all the while his thoughts kept turning to Sarah, wondering what she was like in bed, what she looked liked, how soft and sexy she was, she was everything his girlfriend hadn’t been, and whom he had just given the push. And all the things an extremely horny nineteen year old boy thinks of.
He got up to go to the bathroom, and as he passed Sarah’s door he heard a noise, he stopped to listen. She was in her own shower; he could hear the water running. His mind went into overdrive, thinking of the water running off her, how sexy it would be to be in there watching her rub herself down.
Without thinking of any possible consequences, Pete, led by his burgeoning prick opened Sarah’s bedroom door. The en suite door was open and she was definitely in the shower, he crept to it, and peeked his head round. He could see her naked shape as she lathered her luscious body. And he could hear her humming to herself.
Thats when Pete’s mind went blank, or blew up, or whatever it was that caused him to do what he did next. Completely forgetting that Mark, her son was two doors down, he dropped his pyjama bottoms to the floor, now he was naked too. And his young, youthful rock hard cock was protruding upwards towards the shower door.
The steam blocked Sarah’s view to outside of the shower; he opened it and stepped in. Sarah gasped as the cold air swept over her and turned to be confronted by Pete. Sarah never spoke, she was too surprised, and Pete took the one step that brought him up to her. Sarah instinctively turned away from him.
He slid his right hand down her back, and his middle finger pressed into the crack of her beautiful rounded tight ass. It caught her little sphincter, and he pressed it, not quite in, but it was now located right over her crinkly little hole.
Sarah gasped again, and put both hands behind her back to remove the invading finger and hand, as she did this, Pete’s left hand slid down her flat belly, and his fingers found their target immediately. His first and third fingers were on the lips of her tight pussy, his middle sank right in. Sarah squealed, “Pete, what the he… Ohhhh Stop this right no… Ohhhh…”
Then she remembered that Mark was in his room, probably snoring his head off, so she knew she couldn’t make a scene. This would never be viewed well by any stretch of the imagination by any one, no matter how innocent she might be. This was to be Sarah’s worst enemy, and her seduction to her son’s best friend.