Moms Unexpected Playdate

by Sal De Klerk, "The Salacious Scribe". and umyes

©2020 All Rights Reserved.

Final Revision July 2020

Authors Note:

This story was a fun write and went in a very different direction then we had planned. My characters take on a life of their own. These characters had definite ideas of what they wanted. They didn't share their desires with me until I tried to force my ideas on them.

Warning:

This story contains adult content! Including outdoor sex, shower sex, sex with food, and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.

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Beth and Tommy pulled up at the address Maggie had sent her. Beth hadn't met Maggie yet. Their sons met in January when Beth moved to Jacksonville and enrolled Tommy in school. They two seven-year-olds became fast friends. The kind of friends that lasted a lifetime. Beth didn't have a job, so she was busy doing every side hustle she could find to keep her bills paid and food on the table. She hoped to find a steady job soon.

Maggie had Clark, her late husband's son from his first marriage, who was in college. Jimmy, her seven-year-old talked about Clark all the time. Maggie owned and managed a computer consulting firm and traveled a lot. Both woman's schedules were tight so they never had time to meet. Jimmy was always in school when Tommy got there and long gone when Beth picked up Tommy.

Beth missed having adult friends. She only knew about fifteen people in Jacksonville, and ten of them were seven. One day, toward the end of the school year, Beth sent Maggie a note via Jimmy. Later that night she got a text message from Maggie. Soon the two women were messaging back and forth. They agreed to get together for a playdate, but their schedules never meshed.

Once school ended, Beth enrolled Tommy in the same summer program Jimmy was in. They both loved the activities and spent their days together. When Beth looked at her calendar, she realized that July fourth fell on a Friday. Beth knew she wouldn't be able to find a sitter for the holiday. She decided to text Maggie to see if they could get together. Maggie, as usual, planned to stay home on the fourth. She hated crowds, and noise. She invited Beth and Tommy over for a cookout. When Beth got the invite, she agreed and hoped she would make a new, adult friend.

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"Clark," Maggie yelled up the stairs.

"What," came the annoyed almost disrespectful response.

"Jimmy's friend Tommy is coming over with his mom today. I need to get some stuff...things. Please watch your brother and clean the bathroom before they get here. If not for me, do it for Jimmy."

"Whatever!"

Maggie glared up the stairs, sighed in exasperation, and grabbed the keys to her 2018 BMW X1. She headed out to Wal*Mart, the only store open within a short drive.

Clark looked out his bedroom window until he saw his stepmom drive off. He threw himself into the gaming chair his dad bought for him. It was the last gift his dad gave him before that asshole drunk ran him over. Clark couldn't believe it had been almost a year since they buried him. He had been more sullen and aloof than normal for the last few weeks. Clark switched on his gaming system and began to play his favorite game, Sims 2. He loved being able to live his fantasy life, have friends, even a girlfriend, and live in his dream house. It was the perfect escape from his real life.

He had no intention of cleaning the bathroom. His stepmom had cleaned it last night after they all showered. It was still clean, 'Why is she being such a bitch lately,' he wondered. As he worked on his house, he heard a car door slam. He looked out his bedroom window and saw a beautiful blonde woman getting out of a gold 2010 Ford Fusion.

He watched as she walked around the car and opened the back door. She bent over and reached in. Clark grabbed his binoculars, the ones he used to look at the hot nudist lady across the street. The stranger's ass was firm tight and juicy as a peach. His other hand grabbed his semi-hard dick and caressed it through his nylon shorts. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Beth stepped back and straightened up. Clark groaned in disappointment. His hands dropped to his sides and he saw she held a kid about his brother's age. 'Must be Tommy,' he thought to himself. He saw her hip check the door to close it before putting the kid down. Clark focused on her face and saw she was beautiful and much closer to his age than to his stepmom. 'Is that Tommy's mom or sister,' he wondered, as he again lowered the binoculars to watch her approach the house. She reminded Clark of an actress that starred on a show he loved. He had a major crush on her and cried when her character died. He couldn't believe the resemblance, this woman and the actress could be twins.

Beth and Tommy walked up the cobblestone path to the split level ranch house. Beth held Tommy's hand as they approached the door. As Beth set foot on the first step leading up to the small porch, Jimmy came running around the corner. "Tommy," he screamed, "come see my treehouse," and the boys sped off.

"Hi Jimmy," Beth shouted to their retreating backs, "be careful," as they disappeared. She shook her head at their indefatigable pursuit of fun.

Clark heard Jimmy scream 'Tommy!' Clark smiled at the happiness in his brother's voice. 'At least someone can be happy,' he thought.

Beth climbed the last two steps, rang the bell, and waited for someone to let her in. Beth took a look at her outfit and hoped it wasn't too casual. She had a red pullover top with a white tee underneath, and tight bluejeans. She wore a pair of black ankle-high, high heeled boots. Not bad, she thought and giggled when she realized that she felt like she was on a first date.

Beth's voice floated into his ears. It was melodic and happy. It sent a shiver down his spine that ended at his dick. He lost sight of her when she climbed onto the front porch. The doorbell echoed through the empty house. He ran down the stairs to the front door. He paused to look in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his wild unkempt hair so he would be somewhat presentable. Bare feet, nylon jogging shorts, and a tee-shirt that read 'When I play Pokemon I tend to...' with a picture of Squirtle underneath. Clark grimaced at his clothes. 'Not an outfit that'd impress a sexy lady,' but it was too late. The doorbell sounded again.

He threw open the door and stared at the woman who couldn't have been more than twenty-three or four. She smiled at the young man. "You must be Clark. Jimmy talks about you, a lot. I'm Miss Dixon, Tommy's mom. How are you," she extended her hand to him.

Clark felt his jaw drop when he opened the door. This lady was stunning. Clark looked her over as her words flew past his ears without stopping. Clark stared at the hand she proffered. His brain realized he had to react. The brain sent a request to the penis for a shipment of blood and a tiny bit of control over the body the two organs shared. "I'm Clark," he squeaked as he grabbed her hand and started shaking it. Clark marveled at how soft and dainty her hand was, as he lost himself in her ice-blue eyes.

Beth chuckled in delight, at the young man's reaction. As she looked into his eyes, she felt disquieted. There was a look in his eyes, the same look Tommy's father had on Prom night. That was the night she lost her virginity and gained a son. She knew she had to be on guard. Clark was even better looking than her ex, and she was lonely. She jerked her hand back, not wanting to give Clark any ideas about her, or the two of them.

"Mom had to run to the store, and I'm in the middle of something," Clark said. "Please come in. Can I get you a drink or something? We have some sweet tea in the fridge."

Beth stepped into the cool house out of the hot sun. "A nice tall glass of tea would be perfect. Go do whatever you need to do. I'll sit in the yard and watch the boys until your mom gets home."

"She's my stepmom. Jimmy is my half brother. Dad died about a year ago. Mom...Maggie, I never know what to call her, agreed to let me stay here as long as I help with Jimmy, and stay in college."

Clark had no idea why he told her any of that. As he spoke, Clark caught a faint odor. He inhaled deep and realized it was emanating from Miss Dixon. It was a sexy, floral scent and the bit of blood that his brain had borrowed, returned to his penis, bringing more with it. The worst part was, in these shorts a hard-on was next to impossible to hide. They tented out even when he was flaccid. Clark tried to hide his erection as he led Beth through the house. Soon they reached a sliding glass door. He opened it and she walked onto the screened in patio that overlooked the yard and treehouse. "I'll be right back with your tea," he said before he scurried away like an eager puppy.

Once he was in the kitchen, Clark leaned on the kitchen counter. He took several deep breaths but his swelling wouldn't go away. He didn't want to embarrass her, or himself. He decided to treat this swelling like his baseball coach treated the knot he got from a wild pitch. He applied ice. The cold made him scream like a girl, but it worked! The swelling went away. He dropped the handful of ice cubes in the sink and washed his hands. He took out a tall glass and poured filled it three-quarters full of tea and added several clean ice cubes. He returned to the patio with her drink.

"Thank you, Clark," she said, taking the glass from him and sipping it. Clark looked in her eyes and felt a zap in his gut. It was at that moment he fell in love with her.

"I uh...have to go finish...something," he stammered. "When I'm done, I'll keep you company."

Beth smiled at him, and opened her mouth to speak when she heard Tommy yell, "Hey mommy watch this."

She turned her head and saw both boys jump out of the treehouse! "NOOOOO!" She screamed and took off running. When she got to the treehouse, she saw thick cushioned pads on the ground. Clark caught up to her and saw she was trembling in fear.

"Dad knew boys," he reassured her. He put his hand on her shoulder, "He knew we would jump. He put mats down to keep us safe." He watched as Jimmy and Tommy laughed in delight.

"Boys no more jumping today, okay."

"But, why," Jimmy whined.

"Because you scared Miss Dixon. Both of you need to apologize and your punishment is no more jumping today. Now say you're sorry."

"Sorry, mom."

"Sorry, Tommy's mom."

Beth nodded at the two boys who had already scurried up the ladder to the treehouse.

Clark guided Beth back to the patio and eased her into a seat. "Are you okay?"

Beth shook her head. "I...I saw a friend fall off a roof in middle school. He was in a coma for two years before he died," she stated without emotion in her voice.

"I'm so sorry that happened. Seeing them jump must've scared the crap out of you. Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"I'm..I'm fine, well I will be. Thank you. You handled that like an experienced dad," Beth said. Color returned to her face and she showed signs that she had recovered from the shock.

"I have experience with kids, especially boys. I was a boy scout and worked with cubbies. I still volunteer with Jimmy's pack. After my dad died, I've tried to be a father figure to Jimmy. I want my own kids one day, so I watched and learned."

Beth put her hand on Clark's arm and looked into his eyes. "You're going to be a great dad when you grow up. Do me a favor," her eyes bored into his.

"For you, anything," he replies as he dropped to his knees next to her.

"Don't knock up some girl then disappear to avoid responsibility," she spat. While she spoke, her brain had very different thoughts. 'Damn dude has some muscle on him. I wonder if he has any stamina...' she stopped that thought before it took her to a dangerous place. "Make sure you can provide for your family before you have kids."

Clark realized she had told him her story. Clark never understood how any man could abandon a beautiful lady or a child. "Do...do you need to...to talk about it."

Beth looks away and shakes her head. "No! No need to stir the shitpot," she replied. "Go do what you need to do," Her hand caressed his face and she almost kissed him. "I'll wait for you right here."

Clark dashed into the house, and shouted, "I'll be back as soon as I can." He flew to the bathroom and scrubbed it like a man possessed. When he finished it sparkled like it was brand new. When he finished, he stripped his clothes and threw them in the hamper. He took a fast shower, shaved, and for the first time in years, combed his hair. He looked out the window and saw the boys were shooting imaginary things with stick guns. He smiled as he remembered killing countless imaginary enemies from that treehouse.

He grabbed a tee-shirt he still had from his time in JROTC, the only shirt he owned with the American flag on it. Then he put on a pair of khaki shorts so he wouldn't look like a slacker. He slipped his bare feet into a pair of boat shoes. He went into the kitchen to get something for Beth to snack on. He took a deep breath and took out a serving tray his stepmom used for parties. He put the pitcher of iced tea on it. Then he added some cubed cheese and crackers. As he lifted the tray he panicked. 'What if she's organic? Or gluten-free? Or vegan? Or lactose intolerant? Or...' He put down the tray and looked for something for her to eat that met those possibilities. He found some organic gluten-free protein bars his coach wanted the team to eat. He put them on the tray and figured that was the best he could do.

When he got to the patio, he saw Beth had her phone to her ear and paced around the patio. Her quick angry stride reminded Clark of an African safari he did with his troop. They made a stop at an animal rescue, and he saw a wild lion in a cage. Their guide explained the animal's wounds had healed and it was ready to return to the savannah. Clark never forgot that animal. How it wanted nothing more than its freedom. When he looked at Beth he saw she had that same energy. He cleared his throat, so he wouldn't intrude on her conversation.

"I have to go, my host is back," she snapped and ended the call. She turned to Clark, that was my mom. It was her weekly call to tell me how I'm fucking up my life, and Tommy's," she tossed the phone on the futon by the door. "Fuck her!"

Clark had no idea what to say so he lifted the tray, "I brought snacks. If you can't eat this I can find something else," he offered as he set the tray down. She looked at the tray and chuckled. I love cheese and crackers. Sometimes I'll eat an entire block of cheese and a package of Ritz for dinner. She sat back down and sipped her tea and took some cheese and a few crackers.

"Tell me about yourself, Clark," she asked as she snacked.

Clark sat down across from her, so he could stare at her as he talked. He let his eyes wander over the parts of her he could see. "So I grew up in this house. Mom died when I was young. Dad raised me. About eight years ago dad met Maggie. They got married when he... knocked her up...to use your phrase," he teased her. "Dad added the room over the garage for me. Then they changed my room to the nursery. I earned my Eagle scout about two years before dad died. I'm going to Florida State on a baseball scholarship. I'm about to start my Junior year. I'm majoring in computer science in case I don't make the bigs. I like to play video games, my favorite is The Sims 2. Now it's your turn, how did you meet mo...Maggie?"

"I haven't met her yet. Tommy and Jimmy went to school together. They became friends as soon as they met. Jimmy is always at school when I drop off Tommy and gone when I pick him up. We've texted a bit, but never talked."

"Uh, what part of town do you live in? Do you live alone?" Clark asked, to find out if she had someone in her life.

"I live in a small brick cottage in Lafayette Park. As soon as Tommy saw it, he said it looked like the third pig's house. He demanded I buy it so we could be safe from bad things. I couldn't say no after that. It's only Tommy and I. We moved here in January, from this little town in Georgia. There was this guy who went a little crazy and...well people got hurt. I left before things got worse. I moved here and used the last of granny's inheritance to buy my house. Since I moved in, I've looked for a job with no luck."

"What kind of job are you looking for?"

"Anything that'll pay the bills with a little leftover for fun. Not a lot of entry-level jobs pay what I need."

"Did you graduate from college," Clark asked. He glanced over his shoulder to see the boys chasing things only they can see. When he turned back, he noticed her fingernails. They had a sexy patriotic design. His cock twitched. He had a thing for nail art.

"Graduate, no," a wistful smile flashed over her face. "I went to college for like a minute and a half. I was a bit of a party girl," she glanced over and watched the boys fight off a horde of invisible somethings. A sad smile flashed over her face at their innocence, she knew it would soon be gone. She turned back to Clark and wondered why she had opened up about her life to this boy.

Clark wondered her escapades had gotten her expelled, or if she flunked out. "You could always go back. I'd be willing to tutor you if you needed help."

"I could if I had the time and money. Tuition is what fifteen grand? I can't afford that. Then I have to work full time and raise my son. That's already two full-time jobs. There's no way I could go to school on top of that. I do need some sleep."

"There are plenty of working professionals in my classes..." Clark started to tell her.

"Yeah, two words there. Working and Professional! I'm not either of those. I don't have a steady job, and with my work history, I'll be lucky to get a job as a fry cook at McDonald's. Not to mention, less time with Tommy. Kids grow so fast, I would miss out on so much if I went back to school now."

"It wouldn't take that much of your time. You can do a lot of classes online. This way you do your schoolwork while Tommy is in school or asleep." Clark told her.

"When do you think I work. I have a college student stay at my house after I put Tommy to bed so I can work. When he's in school I sleep and spend time adulting. When he's home and awake I dedicate all my time to him."

"So when do you date?" Clark asked and leaned forward his eyes wide in anticipation.

"I don't. I don't have time to meet anyone. I don't want to be one of those women that have a parade of 'uncles' in their child's life. Besides most guys, my age aren't in a position to support a family. They don't want a broke single mom. They want some virginal teen honeypot...," her voice trailed off when she heard what she said.

Clark choked on his tea and coughed a few times before he got himself under control. "You're beautiful. I'm sure there are tons of guys that would want to be with you. I know I would...,"

"Stop it. I'm old enough to be...," she paused when she realized that only five years separated them. It was her life that made the difference. 'It's not chronological, it's experiential,' she told herself. "...your older sister," she muttered.

The conversation had grown awkward. She felt a strong attraction to the handsome, fit young man. It wasn't only physical. Her former boyfriends had no clue what they wanted from life, except to get drunk, get laid, and play video games. Clark was a refreshing change from those overgrown adolescents. He had ambition and goals. She could see herself with someone as sweet and considerate as Clark seemed to be. If she was honest with herself, she could see herself with him.

She couldn't afford to give in to her desire. In some ways, he was still immature. There was no way she would get involved with someone like that...again. She had Tommy to consider. She wanted a real relationship, with a man who was able to provide for a family. Not a boy who still lived with his mommy. To get away from the dangerous ground she was on, she changed the subject, "So how long before your mom gets home?"