Charlie had some time to waste and decided to hit a few practice golf balls in the back yard. He had bought some “whiffle” golf balls, plastic with holes in them to practice his pitching shots. He lined up a few of the golf balls but was disappointed that his pitching wedge put the shots high and short of what he needed.

So he switched to his nine iron, which had a similar pitch but was a slightly heavier club. He lined up the dozen practice balls on the far side of his yard. He used a short swing without looking at the ball, and on the back swing, he stepped up to the next one and hit it with the same swing. He repeated this until all twelve golf balls should have been just inside the fence on the other side of his yard.

To his dismay, eight of them had careened over the fence into his neighbor’s back yard. Since it was during a week day, Charlie knew that his neighbor would be out of town all week. The wife worked and the younger daughter was in middle school. The only thing he had to worry about was the older daughter, Sharon, who was a sophomore in college and who had moved back home to save some money.

Charlie looked out and saw Sharon’s Jeep in the driveway, so he knew she was home. He was going to just go to the door, knock, and tell her that he was going after the golf balls. But he also noticed another car parked next to Sharon’s, which meant her boyfriend, Zack was probably visiting.

Since the house would be empty, Charlie presumed that Sharon and Zack would be upstairs in her bedroom, studying, watching a movie, playing video games or whatever kids their age did when they were alone. Charlie knew what HE would do if he was a kid alone with Sharon. She was blond, slender and cute as hell.

So rather than knock on the door, Charlie just reached over the gate door, unlatched it and went in, picking up the golf balls and stuffing them in his pocket. Two had landed by the door going into the kitchen and as he stuffed them in his pocket and stood up, he saw Sharon lying on her back on the island in their kitchen, wearing only her Alabama tee shirt.

Her hands were behind her knees, holding her legs up in the air and between those pretty long legs was someone’s head, buried in her promise land. Charlie began to get a rise just seeing the look on Sharon’s face, and then he really got aroused when he noticed a pony tail on the back of the head between Sharon’s legs, and he knew that Zack did not have a pony tail.

Slowly and carefully, Charlie backed away from the door, to avoid being seen, and he slinked back out the gate and into his own back yard. He practiced a few more golf shots but facing the other side of his yard.

About three hours later, Charlie went out to check for mail in his mailbox, but there was none. As he turned to go back inside, he saw Sharon coming out of their garage towards him. He also noted that the other car was gone.

“Hiya, Charlie; how ya doin?” Sharon asked openly.

“Just great, Sharon,” he answered. “How’s school going?”

“Same old, same old, but I’ll make it. Say, Charlie, I have a question for you.”

“Okay; what’s up?” Charlie asked.

“Did you enjoy what you saw today?” she asked with a serious look on her face.

Caught red-handed, Charlie tried to back his way out of the question. “I don’t know what you mean; I went after some golf balls I hit in your back yard but I didn’t see anything.”

“Bullshit!” she said knowingly. “I saw the boner you had when you backed away from the window. So, Charlie, tell me; did it turn you on?”

“Sharon, if I even looked inside it was accidental and I didn’t see anything.”

“Like I believe you, Charlie. You wished it was you, with my legs wrapped around your head, didn’t you?”

Fuck! She was just too direct and too confident of herself. “Sharon, I’ve watched you growing up next door, I could never think anything sexual about you.”

“More bullshit. My Mom told me about you, Charlie, how you always watched Mom and me when she was teaching me how to twirl the baton for the high school band. She said every time I bent over to pick up the baton, you were watching my ass.”

“I think your Mom was mistaken, Sharon.”

“Nope; she said you used to watch us from your garage window and sometimes the window would even get fogged up because you got so hot.”

“It did not!” Insisted Charlie, suddenly realizing she had trapped him into admitting it.

“Come on, Charlie, there’s some time before Mom gets home if you’d like to see again what it’s like to have sex with a college girl,” she said teasingly. She reached out and took his hand and tugged him towards the garage.

Charlie’s feet never touched the ground, he and Sharon just floated through the garage and into the dining room just off the garage. Suddenly, he was sitting in a dining room chair at the end of the table and Sharon was perched on the edge of the table. Naked from the waist down again, she put her feet on the arms of the chair where he sat.

“C’mon, Charlie, have a taste of college pussy. If you’re nice to me you can stick your dick in me.”

He was already in too deep to back away now, so Charlie leaned in until his face was against her curly blond pubic hair. She smelled like sex, wet and hot and he took no time in driving his tongue into her to taste her. He nearly lost his load right there. He put his arms around her hips and held her as he lapped at her hard clit. It didn’t take her long and she grabbed his head with both hands, moaning, “fuck, yeah… fuck, yeah.”

He didn’t know if she had come or not, but after a few minutes, she put a foot on his shoulder and pushed him upright in the chair. She stepped over onto the chair with her feet straddling his body. She pushed her pussy into his face, pressing his head against the back of the chair. “Tongue me again, Charlie, that really turns me on.”

So he did and she fucked herself with his tongue for a couple of very long delicious minutes. Then she hopped back onto the table on the edge again, with her feet on the chair arms just as she had before. “Pull your dick out and rub it in my slit, Charlie,” she said.

He stood up, unzipped and dropped his pants and boxers to his knees. Leaning in between her legs, he rubbed his erection up and down her wet slit. Every time he touched her clit with the hard tip of his cock, she mumbled again, “fuck, yeah…fuck, yeah…”

Charlie was about ready to stick his cock inside her or bust when she pushed him back into the chair. “Sit down; I want to fuck it myself,” she said.

As he sat there, she got off the table, she turned around, standing and spreading her legs wide. She reached down between their bodies and grabbed his shaft with her fist. She slid her pussy just over the tip of his cock and wiggled it in her pussy lips. Charlie wanted to jam it in her until she choked on it, but she was giving him her pussy so he let her do it her way.

Charlie had never noticed but her cell phone lay on the table, and suddenly it rang. Sharon let her pussy slide all the way down his cock and just sat there very still as she answered the phone. Charlie could feel his cock throbbing inside her and he knew she had to feel it as well.

“Oh, nothing, just sitting around right now,” she said into the phone. “Where are you? Oh, okay; be safe see you in a couple minutes.”

“A couple minutes?” asked Charlie. Here he was with his dick at least seven inches inside a wet hot pussy and they were going to be interrupted in a couple of minutes?

“Yeah, she’s just turning the corner down by the Chevron station; she should be here in two or three minutes.” Charlie couldn’t’ believe how calm Sharon was about the possibility of being caught having sex with her. He put his hands under her ass and lifted her off his cock, stood up to pull his boxers and pants back on and headed for the garage door.

“What the fuck?” Sharon called after him. “You leaving? We could just go upstairs!” she yelled. But Charlie beat a hasty retreat out into the garage.

And Wendy, Sharon’s Mom, nearly hit him as she pulled into the driveway. She got out of the car and waved with a friendly smile. “Hi, Charlie; you doing okay?”

“Hi, Wendy. Oh, yeah, Sharon was just telling me all about school,” he said, almost biting his tongue.

Sharon came out and got into her Jeep. “Hi, Mom; going over to Zack’s for some dick.”

Charlie was dumbfounded. Wendy looked at him and said, “She’s a piece of work, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she’s something all right,” he said.

“So if she’s going to see Zack, then that means you couldn’t get it up, or what?” Wendy asked very seriously. Charlie wondered what kind of family life or sex life these people must have.

What else could he say to answer that? “Well, your phone call kind of disrupted things.”

“I understand. Sharon’s done nothing but fuck around ever since she decided that she’s bi. How the hell can a twenty-year-old know she’s bi? Just because you like having your pussy eaten doesn’t mean you’re bi, does it?”

“No, of course not,” said Charlie. He had totally lost control of his side of this conversation.

“Listen, you want to come inside and finish up?” she said, “and don’t worry; we have a very open marriage when it comes to sex, and “like daughter, like Mother.”

Wendy was pretty well-toned for a mother of a twenty-year-old, even with a few extra pounds here and there. But she had two things going for her; she had a pussy and she wanted to use it.

When they got inside, Wendy looked at the chair/table arrangement and then down at the floor. “Looks somebody was dripping pretty badly; you or her?” Wendy asked.

“Yeah.” Said Charlie, and Wendy laughed out loud.

“Tell me how it went, and we’ll recreate it and finish it nice and proper,” Wendy said. She kicked off her sandals and rolled her shorts and panties down off her legs in rapid time. Twenty-five words or less, Charlie found himself back in the chair, but this time with some very meaty thighs wrapped around his face.

Wendy was no college girl and she wasn’t wet and ready but she encouraged him for the next forty minutes as he licked and sucked her to three orgasms. Like daughter, like Mother because she maintained control the whole time.

“Use your cock like you did on her, but when you’re ready, just jam it in there but take your time, okay?”

Charlie just smiled and replayed the scenario with Sharon until he was really hot. He slipped the tip of his cock inside Wendy and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Maybe you shouldn’t come in me; would it be okay to finish on my tits or in my mouth?”

“Shit!” grunted Charlie, “You’re gonna make me cum real soon if you talk like that.”

Charlie had settled into a good rhythm, thrusting in and out of her but he was still hot from almost fucking Sharon, so he didn’t want to wait too long to come. Wendy decided to help him.

“You’re gonna love coming in my mouth, Charlie. I’m gonna roll your warm cream all around in my mouth with my tongue and then swallow it. Do you want to watch your cock spurting into my open mouth, or shall I just suck you and take it down my throat?”

“Aw, fuck!” groaned Charlie, stepping back and pulling his cock free. Wendy dropped to her knees quickly in position and yelled at him, “Watch me! Watch me suck it or I won’t swallow it!”

Charlie stared at her mouth, which was firmly wrapped around the end of his cock. Her hand pumped his shaft, emptying his load into her mouth. Her eyes watched his face as she drained his cock, humming with delight. She didn’t stop until his cock began to soften and shrink.

Later as they stood in Wendy’s garage, Charlie said, “I don’t know what to say, Wendy, except thanks, of course; I never dreamed of sex with you or Sharon.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it, Charlie,” she said, “But forget it ever happened because it won’t happen again. Sharon and I never suck the same cock twice.”

As Charlie went back into his house he thought to himself, “Maybe I should try hitting golf balls into some of the other neighborhood yards…”