Anya Gray, 46, had been divorced for 10 years and was a single mom, having recently sent her son, David, 18, off to college at the state university about a two-hour drive from home. She was of medium build with dark brown hair, 5'3" and about 125, and she was especially proud of her 34DD bust, which drew plenty of looks from men.
She was head librarian at the local public library, and she loved to look the part with her black eyeglasses that she wore on a cord holder. However, Anya had been so busy with work and raising David that she hadn't been in a relationship or even dated since her divorce, even in the two months since David left for college, so she had been sleeping alone for a decade.
Anya kept a vibrator and a long, thick dildo in her nightstand, and playing with them, often during her calls as an operator on a popular phone sex website, was the closest thing to a sex life she was able to enjoy. She sometimes got quite horny thinking and fantasizing about having a man in her bed again.
David had a four-day break from school one October weekend and would be returning home for the first time as a college freshman. He was bringing along a friend from his dorm, Steve, also 18, whose family lived too far from campus for him to visit them.
David and Steve arrived as scheduled on Friday evening and Anya had prepared dinner, so after Steve was introduced and pleasantries exchanged, the three of them sat down to eat.
Steve was of medium height with glasses and dark, wavy hair, and Anya thought he was strikingly handsome. She took a liking to him right away and couldn't help but notice that he kept stealing glances at her ample bosom.
After they finished eating, the trio sat in the living room so the two boys could tell Anya about their first college experiences. They talked until it was quite late, and Anya excused herself to retire to bed. David showed Steve upstairs to the spare bedroom, just down the hallway from Anya's master bedroom, and he then returned downstairs to his room in the basement, leaving Steve's door slightly ajar.
Steve opened his suitcase and undressed. He realized that he had forgotten to pack any sleepwear, so he settled into bed naked. He didn't like complete darkness, so he left the nightlight on.
He didn't feel sleepy, and he began to think back on the events of the evening. He found himself thinking about Mrs. Gray and what he imagined were her very large breasts, and he soon had a raging erection. He began to stroke it, moaning softly and picturing Anya naked.
Anya was also having trouble falling asleep, so she arose to use the master bathroom, the door to which was just outside her room. Since she assumed the boys were asleep, she didn't bother to put on a robe over her sheer black spaghetti-strap nightgown.
After finishing in the bathroom, Anya was about to enter her room when she heard what sounded like soft moaning coming from the direction of Steve's room. She quietly padded down the hallway and peeked inside the cracked-open door. She had just enough of a view to see Steve lying buck naked on the bed, his left hand holding his balls and his right hand stroking his rock-hard, throbbing boner.
Anya was immediately transfixed. She couldn't stop looking and was mesmerized by the sight and size of Steve's cock as he stroked himself, moaning softly. She began absentmindedly touching herself as she watched him in the soft glow of the nightlight.
Without thinking, she eased the door open a bit further. It was just enough to draw Steve out of his masturbatory trance, and he looked at her standing there. "W-what are you doing, Mrs. Gray?" he exclaimed, pulling the sheet over himself.
"I, Steve, I..." Anya blurted out. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I was only, I mean, may I help, Steve?"
Breathing fast, Anya stepped into the room and closed the door quietly behind her. "You are so handsome, Steve," she said.
One of her hands trailed to the apex of her thighs, the other teasing a thick nipple to attention through her sheer nightgown. She could see Steve's eyes darting between her legs and her tits.
Steve froze but didn't lose his erection. His raging boner tented the sheet. "Mrs. Gray..." His voice trailed off. He was speechless.
Anya took that moment to step over to the bed and sit on the edge, her hand firmly grabbing him through the sheet.
