Sally Webster was in a panic, her washing machine had sprung a leak and the kitchen floor was covered in water.
She phoned her daughter Rosie, to see if her boyfriend Jason was around to help. Rosie said Jason was out on a job, but she would try to contact him. Her ex husband Kevin was out on a pick up, she was stranded.
The water was now getting really deep, Sally opened the conservatory door to allow some of it to flow away, just as Jason entered the front door.
"Where's the stop tap?" Jason yelled.
Sally in a panic replied "I don't know, Kevin always dealt with the household things, try under the sink.
Jason cried out "Jesus what a mess, you ok Sally?"
Sally burst into tears and fell into her daughters partners arms. She felt comforted by the strong muscular body holding her close as she sobbed, comforted and despite it being oh so wrong, slightly aroused.
Jason located the stop tap and at last the water stopped flowing. He disconnected the washer and turned the water back on, no further leaks, the cleanup was on.
Several hours later the kitchen was all cleared and beginning to dry out.
"I don't know how I can thank you enough , you have been brilliant." said Sally
Jason recalling how Sally had clung to him during the flood said, jokingly "I can think of a way, but I bet you couldn't handle a young fit guy anymore,"
Sally could not believe what she was hearing, was her daughters boyfriend propositioning her for sex? She looked at Jason, his body was something else, toned in all the right places. She often felt envious of Rosie getting to have hot sex with a hunk like him on a very regular basis.
"Oh I could handle you alright, no problem, well there is actually, she's called Rosie and she's your girlfriend." said Sally laughing.
"It should dry out overnight, Rosie's on a job tomorrow, so I will call in and check in the morning. Oh and by the way,"
Sally waited with baited breath, was Jason going to take the sexual flirting further?"
He carried on "you need a new washing machine, that one is knackered."
At the door, Sally pulled him back and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, kissed him on the cheek and said "you are a star, thank you."
That night Sally was restless, she could not get the thought or image of Jason out of her mind. She tossed and turned before drifting into a deep sleep, and dreamed of Jason, but he was making love to Rosie, not her.
Next morning Sally skipped work. She was consumed by the thought of making love to Jason.
Stepping out of the shower she looked at the image reflected in the mirror. Natural blond hair, a pretty face, men found her slightly upturned nose something of a turn on. Looking down, her breasts, not large, but still had an attractiveness, the nipples sensitive to the touch. A nice flattish belly, a light brown pubic triangle, and legs that many younger women would envy. "Not bad for a forty-two year old, not bad at all." she said softly to herself.
As she dressed, she discarded the every day basic white bra, for a rather sexy pink and lilac push up, which enhanced her cleavage. Likewise the plain cotton panties were replaced by a pink thong, she felt really sexy. She thought to herself, can I really go through with this? Then answered, "Oh yes."
Sally busied herself clearing up the last of the debris from the flood. The place was pristine again.
Jason arrived about ten, "Hi Sally, how are things?" he asked.
"Fine Jason, thanks to you, you really saved the day, I don't know how to thank you."
"I told you yesterday, the offers still open if you are up for it." he replied with a cheeky grin.
"You don't really mean, what I think you mean, do you?" asked Sally.
"What? A morning of sex, with my girl friends mother, its been my fantasy for ages, I just never thought it would come along." said a confident and upbeat Jason.