May stirred out her window, like a child peeping for the ice cream truck to come by, the thought of who she saw when he last came by, to observe and inspect his new house he would be moving into, couldn’t get out of her head. May wanted to keep it that way as she kept observing from a distance.

Harry probably noticed her on a couple of occasions but did well to play it cool. A few thoughts also ran through his mind; soon it was only a matter of time before the fantasies created by both of them in their minds would become a reality coming from the first outspoken word from either of them.

A lot of eye contact, a lot of unspoken words, and a lot of moments in their heads but the day eventually came. May wanted to get a toolbox as she couldn’t find hers, to avoid going to Harry’s place, she settled for his neighbour. She knocked a couple of times” I believe he stepped out a few minutes ago” Harry spoke from behind her, and although he had never spoken to her she already knew the voice as she had become so accustomed to it, sometimes May just listened to him talk while she was indoors. May stayed silent” I can be of help ” Harry added. Again his words were met by a brief silence” you don’t happen to have a toolbox, do you?” May finally spoke as she turned to his direction.

” well I am not sure maybe you could come help me check through my garage, if that’s fine by you?” Harry asked.

May followed Harry after a few minutes of contemplating his offer. The two ransacked the garage with Harry’s permission. It just felt right talking to each other; it felt like they had been doing this for a while now. May completely lost track of time but wasn’t even bothered.

” I am starting to believe there isn’t a toolbox here.”

” well what makes you think that? ” Harry had a little smirk on his face.

” prove me wrong” May sounded so convinced she was right. Harry had nothing more to say ” so it took a toolbox to get us talking? ” May had no reply but a smile, Harry smiled too. In a few months, the attraction between both of them was glaring. Still, things in between them made such attraction lack any physical touch, the things in between them, May was a married woman, in her late forties. Harry is in his middle twenties; Harry was in a relationship that had gone on for the last few months with a girl within his age range, which left them with only what they had burning inside but no actions. May’s husband was never really around most of the time, which left room for many of  May’s thoughts to run wild, and Harry’s girlfriend wasn’t a very committed one. Though Harry and May decided between themselves to never talk about what they feel or be unfaithful to their respective halves, it seemed to work for a while.

May had stayed away from Harry for a while, leaving him wondering why she decided to stay away from him.

The day presented itself, and Harry seized the opportunity. Harry was sure May was at home and alone before making his move. He crossed-over and announced himself by the window, May wasn’t pleased to see him, but she still let him in.

“Would you like something to drink?” She offered

“I am fine. Thank you” Harry said. The room went silent for a few seconds before Harry walked up to May and planted a kiss on her lips and then withdrew himself. May said nothing as he pulled away ” I can’t have you” her voice echoed. Harry paused before walking back to her and then giving her another kiss this time longer than before, and this time she kissed back so passionately before they knew it was two naked bodies on the floor in hot romance, foreplay and sex, when they were done Harry stirred into May’s eye.

sex on the floor with the red-haired girl undressed

“Mom!! Mom!! ” a voice sounded from the other room

“Mom!!” Harry repeated in confusion

“Yes” May replied, speaking at a frantic pace ” she’s my daughter.”

“Daughter!!”

“Yes, wear your clothes quickly she said, placing her hand on his cheeks she quietly said this couldn’t happen again.”

Harry looks her in the eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks, he turned away picking his belonging and leaves.

WRITTEN BY

BELUSSCONI