"Oh dear, what does this all mean, Sam?" Laura was talking to herself, she was sure he was asleep.
"Twenty minutes ago when I was here, you were peacefully tucked up in bed."
"Now, your pants are in the corner, your top is up around your neck and if I am not mistaken you have deliberately discharged your thing, because..." she put her finger back on the tip of the cock, "you're still leaking."
She plucked a tissue from the box and dabbed the clear liquid.
"You didn't do this in your sleep, now did you?"
Laura didn't expect an answer. It seemed obvious to her that Sam had exhausted himself and fallen asleep.
Just like her husband.
She also knew an Atom Bomb wouldn't wake Sam.
In fact, lately, if she admitted it, she counted on that.
He had afforded her her first real glimpse up close of the male body.
And what a body. The boy was a warm, tanned copy of Michelangelo's David.
Except for that obvious difference between his finely sculptured thighs..
When she had first seen it, jutting proudly like that, it had shocked her and she was determined to chastise Sam for sleeping nude. But she didn't. She could not explain why. Now it was too late. She had crossed the line.
Every time she saw him lying there asleep she felt strange tingling between her legs and a burning need to get closer to him, literally.
It was as if this youth held the answer to a question that had plagued her for most of her adult life. But what was the question.
She had fought these feelings and thought she had them under control.
During the day, she coped well but one look at Sam lying there at night and something deep and primal moved within her.
With no-one to talk to about it Laura had noticed on the cover of one of the girls' magazines which she'd meant to burn, an instructional article for a fuller sex life. Maybe the answer was in there.
It was a disaster and ended up disgusting her.
Two nights later after coming from Sam's room, she sat up in bed and reread the article.
A terrible need came over her to go back across the lawn and wake Sam up. She could not make it stop. Her whole body was buzzing.
She only wanted to talk to him.
No! Whatever was taking her over had to be stopped.
Quickly, she pulled a small cardboard box from under her bed and delving into it came up with that horrible bullet shaped instrument she had found in Cassie's bedside draws.
She had turned it on when she first found it and felt the vibrations go through her hand. And thrown it into the box with all the other confiscated rubbish to be burned.
Like the books, she had no idea why she would keep such a thing.
Until now.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
The magazine article had covered the topic of how to get the best from it, in lurid detail.
If it kept her from marching across the short piece of lawn to the boy's room and making the biggest fool of herself in her whole life, it would serve its purpose.
Laura had turned it on an after getting used to the noise, had found the right place to touch with it.
At first, it felt stupid and then from nowhere a vision of Sam, lying there fully rampant, shot through her brain and with it came a rush of intense heat starting from her toes and racing deep through her belly all the way to the roots of her hair.
In shock she screamed into her pillow as uncontrolled bolts of electricity surged through every pore of her body.
It left her breathless, doubled up in the middle of her bed in total shock and fear of what had happened.
Quickly, she threw the vibrator away and lay there looking at the ceiling for a long time until her heart rate dropped to a controllable level.
When she got up to go to the bathroom and wash her face, she noticed that she was extremely wet between the legs. Whatever the attack was, it had caused her to pee herself, by the looks of it.
She quickly removed her work clothes and hopped into the shower.
When she was finally lying back in bed, trying to make some sense of what had happened, she vowed never to do it again.
Oddly enough, she thought, I feel the calmest I have felt in a very long time.
In minutes, she was asleep.
The next morning, everything felt strange.
She was supersensitive 'down there' and during the day, little shocks went through her stomach as she went about cleaning up the house.
By mid afternoon, she was almost a wreck, and tonight while she finished the ironing as quickly as possible she said to herself, "leave it here till the morning Laura, don't go into Sam's room."
But here she was.
Laura took one last look at him, from his finely chiselled face to his long perfectly formed legs and everything in between and wondered if she should at least pull his top down for him, then decided to leave it as she found it.
She looked down at his instrument of release, sticking up hard and wished it was that simple to get rid of her own frustrations.
Just whip it out, shake it or whatever men do with it, and le voila, all your cares and woes have gone and you fall into a peaceful sleep.
"Half your luck, mister," She whispered and glided her hand over his flat stomach.
Sam started to come.
Laura let out a small quizzical "Huh?"
She leaned back on her haunches and sat in silence watching Sam's wildly twitching cock spurt out in spasms, and as the impromptu show slowly came to an end, Sam gave an uncontrollable grunt.
Laura heard it and she flew to her feet and moved quickly back into the shadows, near the door.
Sam lay there not daring to move knowing Laura was still in the room, somewhere.
Watching probably, to see if he had woken.
He breathed deeply again. Feigning sleep.
Laura crept back. Sam saw her shadow near his head.
She stood there for another minute. Then silently disappeared back into the shadows.
Sam stayed that way for an hour thinking that she was around the corner. But in the end, feigned waking up.
He yawned. Laura had left.
He quietly opened his back door to go around to the shower.
Across the lawn, in Laura's little apartment, her light was shining on her closed curtains.
When he'd opened his door he could hear the muted buzz of a vibrator, or more probably an electric toothbrush, thought Sam. Laura wouldn't have...
...Before he could complete the thought, he heard a hoarse sound of a female moaning.
He stopped dead in his tracks. It came from Laura's room and was followed by the unmistakable sounds of a prolonged and particularly strong orgasm.
Moments later, the buzzing stopped.
There was a short silence; replaced by sounds of someone crying their eyes out.
Oh boy.
He went around to the shower and when he came back Laura's light was out.
Sam lay on his bed, thinking.
He found he had difficulty getting to sleep and read for another hour before he dropped off.
By the time he dressed and came upstairs for breakfast, Cassie had been picked up by Wendy and they'd left for school.
Laura was silent and deep in thought as she busied herself around the kitchen.
