James County Stories
#1 Unbelievable Summer
Chapter 2
Bobby went back to the Everett house the next day and, once again, he and Mrs. Everett made love. If anything, the second love-making session wilder than their first. Bobby wasn't aware of the things in Mrs. Everett's life that resulted in her taking him as her lover, and he didn't really care. All he knew was that summer vacation had just begun and he had acquired a gorgeous adult lover. It looked as if this summer vacation was going to be more thrilling than any he'd had before. In fact, it already was.
A few days later, Bobby stopped to see his friend, Al Fargo. His friend, a year older, was in college, and Bobby hoped he and Al might be able to do some things together during the summer. And Al was one of the few people his age Bobby felt safe talking to so he wanted to tell his friend about his surprising good fortune with Mrs. Everett.
The fact that visiting Al meant Bobby would see his friend's mother was a little extra reason to stop at the Fargo home. Amber Fargo, Al's mother, was an attractive, full-bodied, woman who had shoulder-length wavy blonde hair. Next to Mrs. Everett, Bobby thought Mrs. Fargo was about the prettiest adult woman he knew. She and Al's father had been divorced for about a year.
Unaware that her son's friend was about to drop in for an unannounced visit, Amber Fargo, nude, stepped into the shower. Lately, she'd started to become aware of vague disquieting feelings in her body but was not very sexually experienced, so she was unaware that they were warning signals that her sexual needs had been denied for too long, she'd been able to ignore them, but as the days went by, the feelings grew more and more insistent.
Bobby never knocked when he went to Al's house and didn't this time. When he walked into the kitchen, he could hear the telephone ringing.
When Amber heard the phone ringing, she looked around for her robe and realized she'd left it upstairs in her bedroom.
"Oh, well," she thought, "I'm alone. I guess it's safe for me to go out like this." There was another phone just down the hall in the den. She stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel carelessly around her naked body, raced down the hallway into the den, and grabbed the phone. "Hello?" she said.
The line was dead. Whoever it was had hung up. Frowning, Amber hung up the phone down, turned, started to walk back to the bathroom then she stopped. Had she heard someone in the kitchen? Panic filled her. Who was it? In order to get back to the bathroom she had to pass a doorway that would put her in full view of whoever was in the kitchen, if someone actually was there. The same thing would happen if she tried to get upstairs. What was she going to do?
"Is anybody home?" a male voice asked.
Amber recognized Bobby Draper's voice and relaxed a little. Bobby, her son's best friend, was a quiet, respectful young man. But she couldn't let him see her naked.
"Hello?" Bobby yelled. Amber heard his footsteps start to move down the hall.
"Ah...Bobby..." she stammered as she desperately tried to figure a way out of her predicament.
"Mrs. Fargo?" Bobby asked. He continued to move down the hall in the direction of her voice. "Are you all right?"
"I...I'm in...in back here, Bobby," Amber stammered. What was she going to do? "I...I'll be out in a minute."
"OK," Bobby said. He was puzzled. Mrs. Fargo's voice sounded funny. Was something wrong? "Are you sure you're OK, Mrs. Fargo?" he asked.
"I'm...I'm fine, Bobby" Amber replied. "I...it's just that..." What was she going to do, tell him he'd caught her naked?
"Can I help you with anything?" the young man inquired.
"Ah...Bobby...please...um...just stay...ah...in the kitchen?" Amber asked.
"You sure you're OK?" Bobby asked again.
"Bobby, I...I'm...I'm fine," Amber replied. She tried to sound firm. "Please, just do as I ask."
"Sure, Mrs. Fargo," he said. "I'll stay right here, in the kitchen." He pulled out a chair and sat down at the kitchen table to wait
Amber started down the hallway, toward the bathroom, but she was nervous and kept looking over her shoulder to check if Bobby had listened to her. As passed the hallway door she was looking back and didn't see the umbrella stand that stood just next to the door. She bumped into it and lost her balance. As she fell, she instinctively stuck her hands out to break her fall and when she did, she felt the towel drop from her. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the floor.
Bobby heard the thud as Mrs. Fargo fell, became worried, jumped to his feet, and headed for the place where the sound came from.
Amber saw him as he rounded the corner. His eyes widened when he saw her. "Bobby!" she exclaimed. She reached for the towel, but it was down near her feet. She laid there, staring up at the young man, who stared down at her, his mouth and eyes open wide.
"Mrs. Fargo...I..." Bobby stammered, "I...I..." Al's mother was naked! And did she ever have a dynamite body! His breath caught.
"Bobby!" Amber gasped. She tried vainly to cover herself with her hands. She had to get away from him, and get covered up, but she couldn't move. Why wouldn't her legs work? Frantic, she saw the avid look in the young man's eyes and, before she could stop them, yearnings she'd denied for so long began sweeping through her.
His heart pounding, Bobby took a step toward the naked woman and reached out a trembling hand to help her to her feet. "God! You're really beautiful, Mrs. Fargo!" he said softly, almost reverently. His eyes continued roaming over her lush, naked form. Her body was almost exactly the opposite of Nicole Everett's. Where Nicole was tall and lean, Mrs. Fargo was full and lush.
"Please...please...give...give me that towel, Bobby," Amber said.
"Ah...OK..." Bobby said. He picked up the towel and handed it to her. She managed to wrap it around her then she struggled to get her feet, trying to do it as modestly as possible under the circumstances. Once she was on her feet, Bobby reached for her.
"Bobby!" Amber exclaimed. She still couldn't move. "No! Don't!"
"Don't, what?" Bobby asked. He took a deep breath and laid his hand on her arm. His success with Mrs. Everett had emboldened him. If one adult woman wanted to sleep with him, why wouldn't others? As he moved nearer to his friend's naked mother, his legs shook and he struggled for breath.
Electricity shot up Amber's arm when the young man's hand touched her. "Bobby, no!" she murmured. Her protestation was weaker. Then the young man's hand began to move and she became aware that taboo feelings were beginning to unfold in her. Why was she reacting like this? This was wrong! My God! Bobby was her son's friend! He was younger than Al! Why was his touch making her feel like this? It was almost as if she had no willpower.
"Your skin's so soft," Bobby whispered. He became bolder, moving his hand toward her breast. If Mrs. Fargo didn't want him to touch her, she'd say so, he told himself. Since she wasn't trying to get away, and was moaning softly, it had to mean she wanted him to keep touching her. "And so warm, too," he continued.
Amber desperately wanted to tell the young man to stop, but couldn't make herself say the words, and couldn't move. What he was doing to her felt good! Too good! Her arms fell to her sides and she stood there, quivering, as the boy's hands wandered over her bare flesh. Her legs went weak and her magnificent chest began to heave. She sighed softly.
Bobby couldn't believe his friend's mother was letting him do this! Her breasts were gigantic compared with Mrs. Everett's and her nipples were equally large. "Your nipples are getting hard," he said softly. "You're turned on, aren't you?" He rubbed his thumbs over her erecting nipples.
When Bobby stroked his thumbs over her nipples, the feelings that rocketed through Amber were so delightful she was afraid she'd faint. She knew now she couldn't stop him, even though letting him continue was wrong. She didn't care! It had been so long since anyone made her feel this wonderful! She had no idea why this awful, wonderful thing was happening, but since it was, she might as well enjoy it.
Bobby's hand slid down over Mrs. Fargo's gently rounded belly and moved between her quivering legs.
"God!" he whispered, his voice filled with awe, when he touched her vagina. "You're really wet!"
Amber groaned. Bobby Draper, her son's friend; a young man whose diaper she had once changed, was touching her in ways she shouldn't be letting him touch her and it was making her crazy, driving her wild with need! She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on! She loved and hated what was happening!
