Chad Willison's mom was very hot. I met her when Chad and I were partners on a joint project for our Finance 321 project. He introduced her to me the very first week of the semester when we huddled trying to ace this project from hell. His dad was a prof living just off campus while I shared a dorm with another guy, who was a party animal so all of our meetings were held at his house where there was a semblance of sanity.
Early on one Saturday morning in October, I knock on his door to share some information I had found which would be beneficial to our project. His mom answered the door in her bathrobe.
"Hello Mrs. Willison, is Chad at home."
" No, Terry, he's with his father today on a father-son project at our cottage."
"Okay, thanks. Please ask him to give me a call."
"Before you go, please come in and warm up before you walk back across campus. It is such a blustery day, Terry."
"Thank you for the offer but since you are home alone, I do not think it would be appropriate."
"Appropriate, rubbish. I am sure you won't rape me and I have no intention of seducing you. So get in here out of the cold and warm up. Follow me into the kitchen."
I was not used to being alone with a woman. It was made worse because I had yet to be intimate with one so I was tempted to thank her then turn my back, and walk away but before I could execute that plan, she grabbed me by the coat and pulled me in. In doing so her robe fell open giving me a quick view of the breast before she could fix the wardrobe failure. She did not say anything but she did give me a sly look.
She sat me at the kitchen table. The table is what is called a 'farm table' it so looked heavy and very sturdy made of solid oak.
"Where did you find this rarity, Mrs. Willison?"
"At an antique shop in North Carolina when both Gordon and I taught at Chapel Hill. I know it is overkill for a kitchen table, but I love it and couldn't part with it when we moved up north to Michigan."
She moved about her kitchen with a grace that was in its self alluring. At times the bottom of the robe opened wide giving me a view of her classical legs and at other times, the top opened a bit giving me another view of those perfectly sculptured breasts. I tried not to stare, but it was nearly impossible for most any living adult male.
At last, everything was ready. She poured my tea and in doing so, I caught a glimpse of one of the exquisite cherries which topped her tits. I know she caught me looking because she gave me another sly smile.
I am Catholic so I crossed myself and said grace within myself. She smiled as she had never smiled at me before. It was sultry and it made me a bit nervous. But we began to chat which made the feeling fade away.
She taught art appreciation and she was an artist herself, so our conversation entered around art which I knew just enough to make a fool of myself. During our talk, she let her top open beyond decency. I coughed which alerted her to the indiscretion which was corrected and we went on.
"Terry, you are a handsome young man with a keen wit and an air of sophistication. I find it hard to believe that you were born and raised as an American. Are your parents well off?"
"No, my dad is a Tool and Die Maker, and mom works at a Real Estate office as a secretary. I am here on scholarships and grants."
"All the more the wonder. I was born and raised in Oxfordshire. Both my parent taught at the University so, from my earliest years, I was schooled in etiquette and sophistication. I find most American males to be crude and witless dolts. When I meet one like you I am impressed."
"Thank you, Mrs. Willison."
"Terry, stop calling me Mrs. Willison. Call me by my given name, Cynthia or Cindy. I see you as an equal."
"Thank you again, Cindy."
She looks at the clock,
"O my, has the time gotten away from us. Chad and his father will be home shortly. I'd better get dressed."
She rose from her chair, and then to this day, I cannot determine if it was a deliberate act of seduction or an accidental wardrobe failure but it still baffles me. When she stood up, her robe fell away revealing all of her charms.
"Terry, be a dear and pick up my robe so I don't have to bend down."
I picked up the robe then I handed it to her. In return, I got a quick peck on the cheek which burnt like it was a brand.
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The next Monday, Chad and I were working in the library when his phone buzzed, he looked at it and then said to me,
"It is a text from mom, she wants me to pick up some items from the grocery before we return home."
When we finally go to his house, Cindy asked me if I was staying for dinner. I replied that I didn't want to cause her any additional work, but she waved it away. Chad and were finally making some headway on our project when we were called to dinner.
Chad's father, Gordon, greeted me for the first time as we sat at dinner. The dinner was delicious and when Chad and I were getting ready to retire back to his room when Cindy called us back,
"You young men have been at it for hours. It is time to relax, and Terry, don't you dare walk out the door. You are our guest this evening, so stay put."Shopping
"Don't fight it, lad, when she uses that tone of voice, her demands are etched in rock," Gordon advised me, "therefore, take a seat on the couch and enjoy."
Once more she gave me a sly smile.
"We are very open in this family and I think Chad is ashamed of his parents at times," Gordon said, "so if it doesn't make you feel all that uncomfortable, would you mind watching what is billed to be a racy French film with us?"
"I've seen porn, sir, so don't stop on my account."
"Grand, Chad put the disc in the DVD."
"Gordon, wait until I get us some wine. Please give me a hand, Terry."
When we were in the kitchen Cindy asked,
"You find me attractive, don't you Terry? Now, don't be modest."
"Yes, I do, very much so."
