Can you believe it, John is almost 30 and this bitch, is close to 60!” “I asked him who she was, and he confessed they had met on a dating app and had fucked a few times. She had sent him nudes where she was playing with her god damn pussy!”Įrica wasn’t sure what to say, so instead, she put her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and squeezed it gently. But when I took the phone from him, I saw he was chatting with some woman named Susie. First, I thought he was watching porn, which is fine, I guess. He wasn’t instead, I found him on the living room sofa with his cock in one hand and his phone in the other.” John wasn’t in bed, so I figured he was using the bathroom. “I woke up early to go for my run as I always do in the morning. She poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her. “The fucker, that fucking bastard, I caught him red-handed this morning.”Įrica assumed the bastard was Laura’s husband, John. Slowly Laura got control over herself and looked up at her mother with red eyes. “Honey, honey, calm down and tell me what happened.” Her shoulders shook as she bawled her eyes out. Her daughter sat down at the table and covered her face with her hands. Laura rushed past her and Erica followed her into the kitchen. “Honey, what on earth are you doing here?” she asked. When she opened the front door, she found her daughter, Laura standing on the porch. Erica got up and wondered who it might be so early in the morning. Her daydreaming ended when the doorbell rang, not once, but over and over again. A smile grew on her face as she remembered the horny young teen fucking her from behind. She wondered how they were doing and if their parents had caught them yet in their naughty acts. Sometimes she caught herself thinking about Mike and his twin sister Hanna. It made her think back to the island she had been to a year earlier and what had happened there. She read about war and tragedies, corruption and mayhem around the world. The smell of freshly cut grass came from the neighbour’s yard, and the sound of his lawnmower was what had woken her up on that Sunday morning. It was still early, and the morning mist hung around where the sun hadn’t reached it yet. Erica sat on her back porch reading the morning papers with a cup of coffee by her elbow.