An unwelcome interruption.

Suddenly, over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears, you hear someone fumble at the door handle of the room.
"Shit..." You whisper, and you fly off the bed, boxers in hand, in a mad dash for the closet. For her part, Tara pulls the comforter up over her exposed lower half.
You pull the closet door shut just in time as Jared enters the room. You watch through the slats as he scrubs at wet hair with a towel, his lower half girded by a pair of boxers.
"Morning, babe."
"M..morning." Tara's trying to play it off like she just woke up. "I don't remember you getting home last night..."
"Yeah, sorry Tara. Everybody was plastered, so I crashed at Dave's. To be safe..." Your heart is pounding. You pull your boxers on at least, despite the tight confines of the closet.
"I have to get going: I need a new putter and a new glove before I can hit the club with my dad. If you're not doing anything else today, I think Mom said you can hang out here, or whatever you want."
Jared's starting towards the closet... fuck....
"Baby..." Tara's voice is sultry... "before you go..."
Jared turns, and you can see that Tara's thrown off the comforter, showing off her spread legs. She's rubbing her clit.
"Oh, yeah, baby?" Jared drops his boxers, treating you to the sight of your son's ass at three feet away. She's trying to distract him, get him away from the closet.
Jared, being a horny 19-year old boy, doesn't hesitate to pounce on the little blonde in his bed.
Tara starts sucking his cock, and you are torn between watching and looking away: it is your son, after all.
"I need that dick before you go...and maybe... eat me out a little."
"Tara, You know I'm not good at..nnngg... good at that..."
"I neeed it, Jare......"
She gets her way, pushing him down onto the bed and lowering her perfect snatch onto his face, conveniently blocking his vision.
You take the opportunity to slip quietly out of the closet and across the room. Tara starts to moan loudly, looking at you apologetically. You shrug your shoulders as you reach the door, pull it open, and then close it behind you.
Whew. That was close. And hot, too. A strange jealously burns in you as you head to the bathroom to shower, trying to get yourself a little bit more under control.

When you've finished and dressed in your golf clothes, you text Jack with the location and tee time. Jenna and Karen have already left to meet the realtor, and Jared's car is gone.
As your getting ready to head out, Tara appears in the front room, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.
"Hey."
"Hey."
She gives you a hug, squeezing your ass. "I'm sorry about that. It was all I could think to do."
"You saved my ass, Tara." You give her a lustful kiss, but then you release her. "I got to get going, before I get into trouble."
"Me too. I'm going to head home. Maybe we'll see each other around sometime?"
"Yeah... maybe."