I came in the back door, bringing some shopping in, dumped the bags on the table. I knew my daughter was home, her car was parked in the street. We live in a bungalow, not overly large, just a four bedroom home that started out as a two bedroom, and previous owners added extra rooms, bathroom, family lounge.
One room, right at the end of the house was my daughter’s next to hers was my stepson’s, my third husband and I had the main bedroom next to the front, formal lounge with the connected galley kitchen and family lounge, between them. The house was quiet, but then I heard a moan. I knew it wasn’t a ghost, because it was followed by a grunt, a male grunt and some rhythmic thumping. Seems Sandy was getting laid and she’d left her bedroom door open.
I knew she wasn’t a virgin, hadn’t been since my second husband, her father, had fucked her years ago, the bastard. He should be in jail for that- but that’s just my anger again, anger at letting my little girl down. Anyway… She must have been enjoying herself, as her moans were getting louder, so I thought I might quietly sneak out the door again and wait a little while, give them some privacy. Go and sit in the car, read something on my cell, it was not a nice day.