Sheila Metcalf stayed at the same seaside Guest House two or three times a year and had done over the last fifteen years or so. She originally went there with her late husband Colin, but sixty-one-year-old Sheila had continued to be a frequent guest since being widowed.
She was almost family to the owners, Tony and Christine Walker, who were only in their early thirties when Sheila first went there with Colin. The Walker's son Sean was only a two-year-old when Sheila first saw him so she had seen him grow into the good looking, late teenage youth that he now was.
Christine Walker considered Sheila to be a true friend and when Sheila was last staying there some four months earlier she had confided in Sheila that she was a bit concerned about her son because he seemed to lack friends. Sheila, having with Colin brought up a son who was now in his late thirties, told Christine not to worry too much because Sean was probably just going through a phase that a lot of teenage boys do.
This stay of Sheila's was scheduled to be over a period of five days incorporating four nights, and with there only at that time being two other guests, Christine was able to spend quite some time chatting with Sheila.
"How is Sean doing now? You were a bit concerned about him when I was here last." Sheila asked Christine.
"He is much the same, he seems to spend a lot of time in his room on his laptop; sometimes I wonder what he is doing on there but I don't like to pry," replied Christine.
"Yes it is difficult, boys of that age do need some privacy, " advised Sheila who then thought that perhaps she should not have said that.
"Yes, I do understand; that also applied to girls of his age," smiled Christine a bit shame-facedly, thinking back to herself masturbating in her bedroom at home as a seventeen-year-old, but then wondered if that was what Sheila really meant.
Both women left it there and the subject was changed but that night Sheila found herself restless in bed and felt very guilty as she wondered if Sean Walker was wanking in his bedroom at this very moment. She felt even more guilty when she found her fingers in her now damp gash and her legs wide open.
Her needs overrode her guilt and she masturbated to orgasm, something quite rare for her because she did not often have sexual thoughts. She had not actually had sex in the nine years since Colin had passed away and, in fact, had only been out with two men since then, but there was no real attraction and nothing happened.
As it was the school holidays, although near to the return to school date, Sean was in the building most of the time although usually in his room.
It was quite a pleasant day weather-wise, and Sheila was seated in the back garden, something that she usually preferred to going to the nearby beach. Sean appeared in the garden but he had not realised that Sheila was there and started to back away and go back indoors.
"Sorry, Mrs Metcalf, I did not know that you were out here," mumbled Sean.
"Don't be so silly, Sean, there is plenty of space and, after all, it is your home; and it is Sheila, not Mrs Metcalf," said Sheila who looked through her sunglasses at the youth who was naked apart from his swimming trunks... and there seemed to be a healthy bulge in his trunks.
As Sheila felt her legs open and then close inside her summer dress she realised that Sean was speaking, "No, Sheila, it is alright, I will go back indoors," he said and Sheila was sure that his bulge was expanding.
Sheila then found her eyes on Sean's backside as he went back indoors and she felt stirrings in her sexual regions as 'is he going to have a wank?' came into her head.
Sheila was in turmoil so she thought that she would go for a walk along the seafront to try to clear her head. She knew that Tony and Christine had gone to the wholesalers and various other places and she also knew that the other two guests had gone out on a coach trip for the day, so Sean was in the house alone doing whatever he was doing.
Sheila walked for about half an hour but still felt a mixture of guilt, embarrassment and sexual arousal as she returned to the Guest House, although she had no idea what she would do when she got there. She entered the building quietly and headed for her room but as she approached it she was surprised to see her door partially open.
Obviously the Walkers had a master key, but Sheila knew that they were still out so she gently pushed the door open some more and then she gasped. Inside her room was a totally naked Sean Walker - but not only that, he was stroking his impressive-looking erect penis with what looked like a pair of Sheila's knickers.
Sean gasped too, but he was too far gone with his wanking and his cock immediately spat spunk into the material with which he had been stroking it.
"Sean!" was all that Sheila could say as she looked at a pair of her knickers filling with cum.
Sean said nothing, but sort of whimpered as he threw the semen filled clothing on the floor and pushed past Sheila to hurry to his room.
If Sheila's mind had been in turmoil before it was even more so now as she picked up the knickers and realised that they were the pair that she had worn the previous day, and that Sean had removed them from the carrier bag in which she had put her worn laundry.
She could now hear Sean crying in his room and she suddenly felt that he needed comforting in some way, but as she approached his room she had no idea what she was going to do.
She tapped gently on his door and said, "Sean, can I come in?"
She ignored the "No," that he responded and she went in.
Sean was face down, still naked, on his bed and he was howling, "It's alright, Sean," said Sheila as she looked at the bare buttocks of the crying youth but inwardly she knew that it was not alright.
Sean had made no effort to cover his nakedness and now he turned and his now soft penis was in view, "Please don't tell mum," he blurted before crying some more.
"No, no I will not tell her, but you and I need to talk," said Sheila wishing that she could do all sorts of naughty things with this naked and attractive youth.
Just then they heard the front door open which meant that Tony and Christine had returned. Sheila knew that she must not be found with their naked son so she half-whispered, "Talk later," and moved silently out of Sean's room and went into hers.
Inside her room, she again picked up the cum soaked knickers and she felt really wanton as she licked some of the spunk off them and immediately felt her cunt about to flood. She put her hand between her legs under her skirt as another pair of knickers got soaked with sex juice.
Tony and Christine were downstairs unloading their car, not knowing that upstairs their son was naked, having been caught wanking into a guest's knickers, and that said guest had just orgasmed into another pair of knickers.
With the other two guests not due back from their trip for another couple of hours the Walker family and Sheila sat down together for their evening meal. Sheila and Sean had not spoken to each other since the discovery earlier on and the atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit strange, or even strained, but Christine and Tony had no idea why.
After dinner and with the washing up having been done Christine asked Sheila if she wanted to join her and Tony for a drink in the back garden, but Sheila said, "Um, no thanks, I have got a bit of a headache, I am going to my room."
Sean, as usual, was already in his own room and Sheila knocked on his door, "Sean, it is Sheila; can we talk now?" and this time she waited for the reply which was not very convincing but it was in the affirmative.
Sean was, of course, now dressed and he looked at Sheila in embarrassment and waited for her to initiate the 'talk'.
"About earlier, I might be getting old but I do know about boys sexual arousal but you should be out with a girl of your own age," said Sheila sympathetically.
"But I don't like girls of my age, I like older women," blurted Sean.
"Yes well, there are older women and then there are women as old as me," smiled Sheila.
Sheila Metcalf was actually quite an attractive woman even if her backside was on the large side and her breasts drooping a bit.
"But I like you, I love it when you come to stay here, " said Sean.
"I like seeing you too, Sean, but you should not be doing what you were doing with my knickers," said Sheila.
"I think about you a lot and that was the only way that I could think of to get close to you," answered Sean.
Sheila's instincts took over and she put her big arse on the bed next to Sean and she hugged him, she then found that she was kissing him and he was, a bit clumsily, kissing back.
Sheila realised what was happening and she pulled away. "Sorry Sean, I should not have done that," she said and she moved to get off the bed but Sean grabbed her arm.
"Sheila, please, I..." started Sean but he did not know how to continue.
"Have you ever been with a female, Sean?" Sheila heard herself ask.
"No, but I want to be with you," confessed Sean.
"I am nearly twenty years older than your parents, Sean; this is silly," said Sheila.
"But do you want to be with me?" asked Sean hopefully.
"It doesn't matter what we want, we just can't," Sheila tried to explain but then Sean was kissing her and she kissed back, with interest. They collapsed on Sean's bed and Sean's hand was on Sheila's arse and her hand caressed his hard cock through his jeans.
The backdoor closed downstairs which indicated that Tony and Christine, or at least one of them, had come back in from the garden so once again Sheila and Sean had to separate. Sheila stood and they looked at each other in bewilderment before she said, "Um, I must go."