“Mum, I’ve got something to show you”
Sammy was nervously fidgeting with her phone. Her hands were shaky and her eyes watery.
I dried my hands on a tea towel.
“For God’s sake Sammy, what is it?”
She unlocked the phone and held it out towards me.
“Just press play,” she said, her face flushing.
I took the phone out of her hands and looked at the screen. A WhatsApp message was open, and I could see the sender was Gabbie, Sammy’s best friend. There was no message, only a video, but without hitting play I could see from the thumbnail that it was of Ron and Gabbie.
I looked at Sammy. “Have you watched it?”
She put her hands over her face. “Yes”
“OK Sammy, I’m going to share it to my phone and delete it from yours. You don’t need to see it again. What was Gabbie playing at sending it to you?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t spoken to her. Oh Mum, how could Dad do that?”
“Try to forget about it honey, this is between me and him. Forget you ever saw it. Don’t even speak to Gabbie about it unless she brings it up. Just act like nothing has happened, OK?”
While I was talking I’d sent myself the video and deleted it from her phone. What the hell was Gabbie doing, bringing Sammy into whatever was going on between her and Ron?
I gave Sammy a hug, gave her back her phone, and headed upstairs with mine.
I went into my bedroom and into the en-suite for extra privacy. I turned the lock and perched on the toilet and hit play.
The video showed Ron and Gabbie naked on a bed. It wasn’t our house, thank God, and looked a bit empty to be Gabbie’s house or a hotel. It dawned on me it was likely to be an empty rental property that Gabbie was showing.
In the clip Ron and Gabbie were fucking. Ron was on his side and Gabbie was on her back. His cock was thrusting into her pussy, and they were both really into it. I had a moment of total shock. Ron was not a bad-looking guy and kept himself very fit and trim for his age, but lying next to Gabbie, the thirty-year age difference was plain to see. She was 24, the same age as Sammy. Old enough to know exactly what she was doing but young enough to look as smooth as a baby next to him.
I watched in shock to the end of the clip, and then after a second’s hesitation, I pressed play again.
There was Ron, my Ron, fucking Gabbie’s pussy, and Gabbie was obviously really enjoying it. She’d spread her legs wide open, and Ron was rubbing her clit rhythmically as he thrusts balls deep into her pussy. I looked at her face. Her expression was a mixture of surprise and pleasure.
Again I pressed play when the clip ended. This time I was aware of the wet patch growing in my pants. I quickly pulled the zip of my jeans down and slid my hand inside my panties. My clit was throbbing. Fuck, Ron looked good.
I should be so angry, I thought, as I teased my clit by rubbing circles around it.
Gabbie’s large, natural breasts bounced with each thrust, and at one point she pulled his cock in deeper by grabbing his ass. I could only imagine how good he must have felt in that moment.
She rubbed her clit and moaned, but the clip was frustratingly short. Neither Ron nor Gabbie had cum by the end of it. But by the end of the fourth watch, I had!
It was wonderful, a full-body orgasm that left my pussy pulsing and hungry for Ron’s cock.
Shit, I wish that Gabbie hadn’t shared it with Sammy. Poor Sammy shouldn’t have seen her Dad like that. Even though Ron is her Step-Dad, she really shouldn’t have the image of him fucking in her head.
But then if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have gotten to see it, and I really enjoyed seeing it. I wondered if Gabbie sent it to Sammy just so that I would find out what he’s been up to.
I idly pressed play again. He certainly hadn’t got anything to be embarrassed about performance-wise – he holds his own against younger men and had always had an impressive cock.
It had been a long time since I looked at him as anything other than dependable Ron. He was always there for us, making sure Sammy and I were happy. It was strange thinking that he was also making time for his own happiness.
Looking at her beautiful youthful body, I didn’t grudge him one bit. I wondered how often he’d fucked her and how regularly they filmed themselves. I would love to watch more.
And more than that, I would love to watch them in person. The thought made my clit twitch again. I decided to savour the feeling and wait for Ron to get home. We needed to talk. And fuck. Fuck and talk. Life was about to get very interesting.
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