Where we live, everybody owns two or three acre lots. It used to be all farmland. Bridgett lives in one of the original farm houses, which she fixed up beautifully. The property is about ten acres altogether, with some really neat old farm buildings still standing behind the house.
Tommy used to go down there quite a bit, I think because he liked Bridgett’s daughter, but she was younger than him and they kind of went separate ways. Tommy would still walk or ride his bike there occasionally to work on old equipment they had in the barns.
I decided to stop at Bridgett’s one day on my way home from work. I’m self-employed so my hours are very flexible and I have a tendency to drop in on people at strange times. It was late afternoon when I pulled into her driveway.
Her car was there but I saw no other signs of visitors. I knocked on the side door and got no answer. I walked around back and tried the storm door going into the kitchen, but again nobody was there even though the main door was open. I looked around the property and decided to check the nearest barn where Bridgett sometimes worked on her pottery craft stuff.
It was about a one hundred yard walk down a dirt path and not a sound could be heard except for a few birds in the fields and amid the branches of the huge oak trees. I wasn’t sure I wanted that many acres to care for, but I did like the tranquility of Bridgett’s yard.
I approached the large wooden entrance to the two hundred year old barn, prepared for disappointment if Bridgett wasn’t there. It swung open with a creak far enough for me to peek inside. At first I only saw dusty equipment and lots of empty space. Then I looked into the far corner and froze in place.
Next to a long workbench built into the wall were two people. A topless woman was facing me, crouched in front of a man whose pants were around his ankles. She had his cock in her mouth and was sucking it with obvious enthusiasm. Bridgett’s daughter was my initial guess as to the woman. Then it became clear that it was Bridgett herself. That’s when I took the time to study the man.
‘Tommy!’ I exclaimed silently to myself. ‘Tommy…and Bridgett!’
The inclination to back away and leave them was overpowered by my craving to watch. I was transfixed on Bridgett’s little face bobbing up and down on the my son’s rigid cock. I stared at the expression of lust on Tommy’s face as he rocked his hips back and forth in rhythm with my best friend’s blowjob.
I noticed that Bridgett still had on her jeans. Was I supposed to be happy about that? Glad that she was ‘only’ sucking his cock? Why did I feel betrayed by Tommy?
I thought of all these things without any proclivity to leaving, just as I would never think of leaving halfway through fucking my son. The sight of two of the people I knew best having sex compelled me to stay. Like a good movie, I had to see how it ended. Oddly, I worried about them being interrupted when it was me who would be doing the interrupting.
The distance to them was such that I couldn’t hear them, if, in fact, either of them was making any noise. I suspected Tommy would be letting out his familiar groans when it was time to cum. But I couldn’t make them out, yet.