Note to reader: The stories previously posted in the series "Jack Awakens" and "Jack's Exploits" were originally the opening chapters of a book which I had started writing over the last few months. I have now decided to post the entire book, which traces the sexual development of a high school boy during his senior year, hopefully at the rate of one chapter each week. The stories previously posted have been retitled as "Jack's Education" in strict chronological order, under the "Novels and Novellas" classification, as the book covers a variety of sexual behaviors and experiences.
CHAPTER 7
Maria Johnson arrived back home shortly after three and was surprised to find that her son Jack was not at home. 'Oh well, he's eighteen years old and I can't expect him to stay home by himself,' she thought to herself. 'Anyway, the time will soon come when I'll be leaving him to fend for himself, and then I can't worry about whether he's home or not.'
Feeling a little weary, she poured herself a large glass of wine and then decided to have a hot bath before preparing dinner. She went the bathroom to start filling the tub and then moved to her bedroom to get undressed. Although today was Sunday, she had had to go to the office for a couple of hours and more out of habit than anything she had worn her charcoal grey business suit with a freshly ironed white blouse. As she unbuttoned her jacket she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full-length mirror and admired herself as she slipped off her jacket. You know, Maria Johnson, you're not at all a bad looking woman, she thought to herself as she pirouetted to view her shapely figure. Her hands went to the waistband of her knee-length skirt and as she unfastened it, letting it slip to the floor her mind went back to her session in the bathroom the day before and the tremendous release she had felt. As she thought about it, she wondered when she might get that feeling again. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the floor next to where her skirt lay.
Now clad only in her bra and pantyhose she looked more closely at her image in the mirror and thought fleetingly that her breasts were standing up more proudly than she remembered even from yesterday. Perhaps it's this new bra, she thought, and immediately unclipped the fastener between the cups. As the garment fell away from her 36D tits, they did not drop at all but remained uplifted even though deprived of their support. Yes, they do look firmer, she murmured as she quickly discarded the holster. Now she became aware of an itching feeling between her legs, and sat on the bed to remove her pantyhose. 'I hate pantyhose,' she grumbled to herself, 'I don't know why I bother to wear them!' She smiled to herself as her mind went back to the time when she first started dating Steve and the torrid petting sessions in the back seat of his car, and how he always used to say he hated how her pantyhose always got in the way! As she finished pulling off the offending lingerie she noticed that the crotch area was quite wet. She discarded it and then put her hand down to her pussy to investigate. When she found she was really quite wet down there, she thought, 'My goodness, what is happening to me? Suddenly I'm getting aroused for almost no reason at all, and I've never really thought about sex since Steve died.'
She got up to return to the bathroom and checked the temperature of the water before she eased herself into the tub to relax and enjoy her wine. As she sat in the tub drinking her wine, she reached for the washcloth and began to bathe herself with the warm water. The sensation of the water on her skin felt really good and she started to unwind from the stress of the office, even though she had been there for just a short time. As her hand reached her soft white breasts, her nipples instantly stand to attention. She took another swallow of wine, then carefully put the empty glass on the side of the tub, and started to soap up her breasts, gently massaging them. She tried to squeeze her nipple but the soap had made it too slippery to get a good grip on it with her fingers. As she lightly traced little circles around each nipple with one hand, her other hand slipped into the water between her legs, and down to her pussy. She began massaging her clit and started to fantasize about making love with a real man again. She had been married for 22 years to her husband Steve when he died three years ago and she had been a virgin when they met. She had never made love to anyone but Steve and had not thought about ever being with anyone else until she saw her son Jack naked yesterday. He looked so much like Steve that it vividly brought back so many memories of making love with her beloved husband. Again those memories came flooding back, which combined with the effect of the wine and her clit massage brought her to a tremendous orgasm very quickly.
After she finished bathing, she got out of the tub to dry herself off and slipped into a sexy white lace bra and white bikini panties. She had just pulled on her bathrobe when the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" she wondered as she went to the door to find Tim standing there.
"Oh, hi Maria! I'm sorry to disturb you, but is Jack home?"
"No, Tim, but you're welcome to come in and wait for him. I'm sure he won't be long."
"Thanks," Tim said as he came through the door. He noticed right away she was in her bathrobe and asked, "Is this a bad time?"
"No, not really. I just finished bathing and was about to start dinner. Please forgive my unusual appearance."
"No, no, please forgive my interruption. Actually you look very nice."
"Thanks, Tim. I'm going to have another glass of wine. Would you join me?"
"That would be great."
"Good. Come into the living room and have a seat."
Tim sat on the couch while Maria pours two glasses of wine. After handing him one, she sat in the soft easy chair facing him. As she sat down, her robe slid off her legs, exposing them to within a few inches of her panties. She hastily covered herself with the robe, wondering if Tim noticed. She was sure he must have seen her panties! She felt a little embarrassed, yet in a way it was exciting for her to think that Tim may have seen such a private part of her. Her heartbeat quickened and she hoped she wasn't blushing.
Tim casually rested his leg on the coffee table and Maria saw up one leg of his ragged cutoff jeans. She was shocked to see that he wasn't wearing any under shorts and that she thought she saw the purple head of his penis! She wasn't sure if this was accidental or if he had interpreted her brief flash as deliberate on her part and that he was reacting by doing some flashing of his own. She tried to look him in the eye, but her eyes kept wandering down to his crotch. She felt her temperature rising, feeling flushed and was fighting to keep her eyes in the proper place.
She got up to get a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table in front of Tim, and as she bent over to pick up the cigarettes her robe gaped open at the top. She knew he would be able to see her bra and the swell of her breasts and wondered if her nipples were showing through her thin bra. She hoped not, but nevertheless was glad she had put on her best bra. Tim reached for the lighter and offered to light her cigarette. For him to light it she had to bend down again and though she started to put her hand on her chest to keep her robe closed, for some reason she decided not to. She noticed his eyes lower to her breasts and paused an instant to let him savor the view. Showing herself to him in this way was something she was doing on the spur of the moment and it gave her a tingle of excitement and she hoped he was enjoying looking at her soft mounds. She didn't understand exactly why she was doing it, other than maybe to find out if she was still attractive to the opposite sex, and anyway decided he probably could see no more than if she wore a bathing suit.
Tim was the first to break the silence. "Maria, I hope you don't mind, but there's something I'd like to ask you."
Maria was curious to hear what was on his mind and replied, "Sure, what's the problem?" while she sneaked another look at his crotch.
"My girl friend likes to slow dance and I never learned how. Do you think you could teach me?"
