Renee Rossovich stepped quickly inside her front door and leaned back against the door as she closed it behind her, her breath coming in quick shallow gulps, still affected by what she had just seen not more than three blocks from her own home.
She had been walking home from her job as head librarian at the town's antiquated branch. As always, she had walked through the park in the summer gloom, happy that the small town in which her family resided had almost no crime. She felt safe walking home by herself.
There were a number of paths through the park and she had chosen one she did not usually take, the one that looped down by the river. She supposed that was why the two kids she had stumbled upon had been down there. It was darker down by the river, the parklights throwing larger areas of darkness.
Of course, after standing still for a moment down on that path, she had been able to tell who they were. She knew all the high schoolers from her job, it wasn't a very large group. They had not even known she had been standing fifteen feet away, watching as they went at it on a park bench.
Bobby Adams and Sherri Tompkins.
Renee ran her fingers against the front of her neck as she remembered Sherri's blonde head bobbing up and down in Bobby's lap, remembered Bobby's dirty words as he told Sherri to suck his dick, remembered the way they had finished as Sherri had pulled her blouse open and let Bobby jack off on her boobs....
All the way home, she had replayed the sight of Bobby's cum splattering on his girlfriend's tits. By the time she reached her front door, she could barely get the key to fit in the door.
She threw her purse on the doorside table. She was too excited to even think about making any dinner. Since son was out on a date that evening with his girlfriend, all she wanted to do was go up to her bedroom, strip naked and dildo herself until the burning between her legs was extinguished.
As she ascended the stairs, she undid her blouse and pulled it off her shoulders. She used her fingers at the top of the stairs to unhook the front snap on her bra and her boobs swung free as the bra peeled away to the sides. That was when she heard noises coming from her son's room.
'Michael's home?' she wondered as she went to the door to his bedroom. Not bothering to knock, she turned the knob slowly and opened the door a couple inches and peeked in. The scene she saw made her even hotter than before.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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