An unusually loud crackle from the frying bacon caused Janet to instinctively step away. Although she was a skilled cook, the hot grease from the frying pan posed a special hazard since she was only wearing stockings and high heels. She picked out the black lace top stockings and four inch high heals, as she wanted to surprise her new love, Jake when he got downstairs from taking his morning shower. She heard him in the shower, when she woke from a deep sleep. She came up with the idea of cooking him breakfast.
Janet couldn't believe she had spent much of the last thirty-six hour making love to her twenty-six year old stepson. Her thirty-eight year old muscles felt tender from all the physical activity. They would make love, rest, even sleep, and then start all over again. She touched her bare mound of her sore pussy as she relived the experience. She had liked it when they went slow and tender, she liked it when they went fast and lustful, but she loved it when they went rough and hard. The whole process of getting to know one another better was so much fun she thought.
Despite living in the same house; they hadn't discussed their feelings and desires until they lay naked in bed catching their breath. The submissive Janet spent a fair amount of time explaining her need to be dominated. She felt it would take some time for Jake to develop his dominating skills, but he was a natural. His dominating nature drew her to him in the first place.
The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caused excitement to start building in her. Despite the intimacy they had shared; she felt like a schoolgirl trying to make a good impression. Such was her nature, she lived to please and she felt she had found a lover who would challenge her and appreciate her servitude. She stood straight, arched her back to exhibit her firm round butt, and tried to appear calm.
"Wow," Jake said as he entered the kitchen. "You look -- wow."
"I though you might need some breakfast," Janet said, turning around to see him. She nearly dropped a plate of eggs and bacon when she saw him standing fully dressed in a nice shirt and pants with a suitcase in his hand. She stammered, "What's going on? Where are you going?"
"I've got to go to Chicago. The lawyers finally found one of dad's business partners and I have to meet him tonight."
"Tonight; why tonight?"
"He leaving the country for a month tomorrow and I want him to buy out my inherited partnership with him."
"Can't you do that over the phone?" Janet asked as she braced her weakened legs against the kitchen-counter and put down the plate. She could feel her hands had a tremble to them. She didn't want him to leave her especially right now.
Jake put down his suitcase and walked over to her. He put his arm on her shoulders gently. "You knew how my dad operated better than I do. You know he didn't do anything simple. I need to get the legal process started right now. It might take months to get it all sorted out. Look I'll be back by tomorrow night." There was silence for a minute. "I'm going to miss you a lot."
Janet shrugged. She knew he was determined. "I'll get dressed so I can take you to the airport."
"No, you don't need to do that. One of the lawyers is bringing me some papers and she promised to take me to the airport. I expect her any minute."
"It's not that hussy Pam is it?" Janet looked Jake in the eye.
"Yea, why?"
"I've seen her look at you. She wants you in the worst way."
"Are you jealous?"
"No, I just want you to remember our agreement we made last night. We won't fool around unless--" Janet's voice tailed off.
"Unless what?" Jake increased the strength of his hold on the smaller Janet.
Janet knew what he wanted to hear. Her mood instantly changed. She put her hands on his shoulders, pushed herself back from his grip and sprung herself up, wrapping her legs around Jake's hips. He easily supported her light weight. She dug her fingernails gently into his back and whispered in a naughty voice, "We are going to share any extra pussy between us."
Jake smiled and kissed Janet deeply. After a minute they broke the kiss and just stared at each other.
"I can't believe I never noticed how special you are," Jake said. Janet could sense Jake thinking. He was trying to act cool but his facial expressions reveled his excitement. "So, are you interested in sharing Pam?"
"Maybe, she could be an easy first seduction for us."
"Are you sure she would be easy?"
"Oh yea, she is a forty year old divorced overly eager attorney and you are a big account." Janet climbed down from Jakes arms.
"I understand that she might be interested in me, but what makes you think she's bi?"
Janet leaned back into Jake and inspected a tiny wet spot she had leaked on him from her renewed wetness. She stuck her finger into the little patch. "Call it a six sense."
Jake just smiled and shook his head. Then a wicked grin crossed his face. "That reminds me; Brandi is going to call today and ask to be picked up from the airport. She's going to want to seduce you. I want you to play along and tease her and even please her in any way she wants."
"That would be my pleasure," Janet said. She had looked forward to seeing the sexy tanned redhead and thought about her every time she saw Brandi's car in the their driveway.
"But there's a catch; I don't want her to taste, touch or even see your intimate treasures until I return. I want to see her face when she finally gets hold of you."
"That will be a challenge, but you'll find; I'm more than up to it."
"I bet you are."
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway broke the moment. Jake looked at the wet spot on his belly and only patted it. Janet was pleased he didn't try to wipe it off. She felt she had marked him proper and only hoped Pam would get a whiff of her smell over Jake's cologne. They had a brief goodbye kiss and Jake ran for the door as he was running late as it was.
Janet walked to the door and opened it. She stood back a little so the neighbors wouldn't see her bare skin, but hoped Jake and especially Pam might glance back her waving goodbye in only her stockings and high heels. Janet thought she saw Pam turn and look at the door as the car passed bye.
The stairs seemed extra steep or her legs extra tired as Janet walked up them. She had lost the little spark of energy that had kept her going while Jake was around. She knew it was dangerous to get so involved with her stepson. But she was happy with Jake. She took off the stockings and shoes once she reached her bedroom. She then took a long hot shower.
After the refreshing shower, while drying her hair, she found two new gray hairs. The gray hairs stood out in her dark black hair. She looked in the mirror again and her few wrinkles in her eyes seemed to be a little more pronounced than before. Then she realized she hadn't been concerned with her looks for a long time, not since her husband had died. And it hit her, it hit her hard; that she hadn't thought about her loss that had plagued her for months at all for the past few days.
She walked out into the bedroom in a daze. Moisture developed in her eyes as she selected and laid out her clothing for the day. She started with black stockings; she felt she could match them with anything. Then she went into her closet and saw a strapless black satin corset she hadn't worn in a long time. She thought the corset would cover her breast or assets, as Jake described them, while still pleasing Brandi. The corset hugged her tone body nicely she thought. Garters attached to it, and she quickly fastened them to the stockings. The corset material ended at her waist so to finish off the look, she picked out black lace boy short panties and pulled them over the garters.
She covered the sexy undergarments with her usual conservative clothing. A long skirt, this one was dark green, covered her nice legs. A loose fitting blouse that hid her nice figure finished off the outfit.
When she looked in the full length mirror on the closet door she could see streaks of tears running down her face. She couldn't pinpoint one source of her emotions and as she thought about why she was crying she began to openly sob until she was crying uncontrollable. She felt sad to be alone in the large house. But she was happy what had happened between her and Jake. She realized she had finally let go of the emotional attachment to her departed husband and although she felt good about being able to move on, she still missed the longing for him somehow.
Doubt grew in Janet's mind about her future with the younger, handsome rich Jake. But just when she thought she would never stop crying the door bell rang. She went to see who it could be; she didn't want any company right now. When she opened the door, she was surprised to find a middle aged male florist holding a box. She gladly accepted the box from him. The forest didn't make any comments about her red eyes and she knew he was probably use to delivering to women who gets flowers when they are upset.
Sitting down at the dinning room table she opened the box with her hands shaking. Inside the box were a dozen roses and a note from Jake.
The note said; Dear Janet, I will miss you more than you can imagine and I when I return tomorrow I will show you how much, Your, Jake.
A single tear flowed gently onto Janet's face as she cut the flower stems and placed them in a vase in the center of the dinning room table. The tear felt warmer on her flush face and she knew it would be her last for awhile. Somehow the big empty house appeared a little less lonely with the flowers in it. As she set down to admire the roses and read the note for the tenth time, the phone rang.
"Hello," Janet answered.
"Hello sexy," Jake said. "How are you doing, are you thinking about me?"
"How could I not be with these beautiful roses, you sent me."
"Good, I'm so glad you got them. But that's not why I'm calling. Brandi called my cell and asked to be picked up at the airport. I told her to call the house when she landed and to look for my firebird at the pickup. She made a point to ask about you and us. I told her very little so you could have some fun with her."
"I'll have fun with her alright," Janet said while she pulled on the garter attached to her right stocking through her skirt.
