Such A Thoughtful Boy!

Reagan catches Juan in the doorway, heading out. He mumbles something about some older lady who just moved in. Says her name is Katie, something about pipes that need cleaning. Reagan smiles. Proud of the boy. Nice to see a young man helping a sweet old neighbor. Dinner sits cold on the counter. Reagan glances at the clock. Juan left hours ago. She grabs the casserole, marches across the street. Knocks at Katie's front door. Nothing. Tries the side entrance. Unlocked. She steps inside. Juan's naked, on his knees, face buried between Katie's thighs. Katie sees her first, stretches like a cat caught in cream. Juan looks up, wipes his mouth. Reagan's clutching the dish like a weapon. "You're lying to me now?" Juan smirks. "Never said she was old. Said she was older. Older than me. She's thirty-eight, by the way." Katie grins, lazy and wicked. "And he's been taking very good care of my plumbing, Reagan. Daily service." Reagan tries to yank Juan's arm, demands they leave. Katie moves behind her, hands sliding around Reagan's waist. "Join us. You're wound so tight it hurts to watch. Juan knows exactly what he's doing. Let him show you." Reagan starts to answer. Katie cuts her off with a slow kiss. Tongues slide. Breath hitches. Reagan's hands unclench, the dish hits the floor with a dull thud. She sinks to her knees beside Katie and both women wrap their mouths around Juan's cock, licking, sucking, trading spit and precum, hungry now, the neighbor, the stepmom, the boy who never lied, just never explained. Katie laughs low. She loves this neighborhood already.