CHAPTER 3
(mF, solomast,mf,blowjob)
As Laura Moran drove home and arrived at the empty house, she was puzzled.
"What has come over me? That kid is about Buddy’s age."
She had never, ever, had thoughts about young boys, but she couldn’t keep Tim out of her mind. She walked upstairs slowly, and with strange feelings. She slipped off her tennis outfit and stepped into the shower, and felt the warm water caress her body.
Rubbing her soapy hands over her body, she knew she was still aroused by the encounter with Tim. As she ran her hands over her breasts, it brought back the feelings she had had earlier. She let the hand shower play a little longer than necessary in her crotch, and turned it to pulse.
"I’ve got to get over this."
"What if Buddy would ever find out?"
"Or Leah?"
She had to be very careful.
She walked into the adjoining bedroom and pulled the nylon slip she used as a nightgown over her head. The fabric felt smooth and slippery on her skin, and did nothing to ease her feelings.
She lay on her back with her eyes closed, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her thoughts kept racing back to the encounter at Tim’s house. It was totally out of character, she thought. Most financially comfortable and socially prominent women have fulfilled lives, but now there was an intruder.
"Oh, Tim, what have you done to me?"
"I can’t stop thinking about you"
Before marrying Buddy’s dad, she had lived a respectable life, never dating anyone long enough for the relationship to become overly sexual. Jack was a romantic dream, at first, but as he aged the fire died down. Now she was lucky to have him make love to her once a month. It seemed to be more of a duty than a sensual encounter. She became an expert at faking orgasms to please him, but none of those were as real as the one on Tim’s parents’ couch.
"What a long, smooth cock he has. And how young and strong he is!"
In her reverie, she pulled up the lace bottom at the front of her slip to the waist, and felt the fine pubic hair under her fingers. It was already moist.
She slid one finger down onto the front of her slit, and began slowing drawing it back and forth across her engorged clit. Her fingers began to move in a circle, drawing her deeper into the pink cloud she was feeling. She was awash in her own juices.
"No one is home to hear," she thought, and reached over to the bottom drawer of her bedside table to pull out her battery operated vibrator. It hadn’t been used in months, only when Jack was on an extended trip, but tonight she needed it, badly.
She held the buzzing pink egg in her hand, and slowly slid it down across her belly to her crotch. Holding it still in one perfect spot, she let the waves of pleasure sweep over her, until the pink cloud in her mind began to take on a crimson tinge. She knew she was close.
"Oh Tim, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Shove that beautiful cock of yours all the way up my cunt!"
As release came at last, she realized that she was sweating profusely. The scent from her exertion was mixed with a sweet scent of perspiration. She kissed the pink egg, and wiped it off with a tissue.
"Time for a shower, again."
The shower finally helped release her remaining tensions, and she slipped into one of Jack’s old tee shirts, and slid into bed.
"Enough of this," she thought, and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, both of her kids came home from their overnights. She greeted them in a bright yellow long bathrobe, and asked how their nights had been.
"Pretty cool, Mom, Paul got some new video games, and we were up late honing our skills. He is really quick, but I gave him a run for his money."
No need to tell her that Paul’s parents had never installed porn blocking software.
"How ‘bout you, Leah?"
"It was OK, but just watching mushy videos isn’t my favorite way to spend and evening. It got a lot better when some of the girls talked about their dates."
"What did they have to say?"
"MOM! You really don’t want to know. It’s personal."
Laura raised her eyebrows with that quizzical look that mothers seem to specialize in.
"Never mind, then."
"How ‘bout you, Mom?"
"Not much, I’m afraid. I ran Tim home and he gave ma a tour of their house. You really ought to see it when you get a chance. Some local architect designed it, and it is really impressive."
It’s a rambling stone contemporary, with a terrific view out the back windows. The living room has a huge stone fireplace and overstuffed leather furniture.
"By the time I got home and watched the weather and the news, it was time for bed. Another normal, ordinary day."
If they only knew!
CHAPTER 4
Buddy and his sister spent the day playing tennis, then went for a swim to cool off. As Laura watched them, she began to wonder.
"It looks like he and his sister get along really well. Maybe too well!"
It seemed as if Buddy couldn’t keep his hands off his sister, occasionally patting her on the ass, and giving her little shoulder hugs. She hadn’t ever seen them doing anything out of line, but she began to wonder if something more was going on. When his hand slipped down and brushed his sister’s breast, she could see a bulge growing in his trunks.
"Maybe it’s my imagination," she thought, and put it out of her mind.
"I’ll have to keep an eye on them."
The afternoon was uneventful; Buddy mowed the lawn and cleaned the pool, while his Mom and Leah went shopping.
It seemed like anything they did was interrupted by texting from friends on their phones. Why guys thought you were really interested in what they were doing minute by minute was a mystery to him, but it was part of being cool.
After dinner, she dressed for her Wednesday Bridge game with the "girls."
"Back by eleven."
"Bye."
Buddy and hi sister hit the tube to watch some game shows, but the contestants were either real dorks or geniuses.