This happened when I came home for summer vacation, from my first year of college.
On the third day home I went out to try to find a job. I mean, my option was moping around the house all day, and I was sick of hanging out by myself. The only alternative to beating off alone all night every night was to get out there and maybe run into some of the girls from my old high school, get something going.
After spending the better half of a day kicking around downtown, looking at the help wanted ads in the paper and making a few phone calls, I came home.
"Is that you, David?" my mother called from the dining room as I came in.
"Yeah, Ma."
"Did you find a job, hon?"
"No, Ma."
"Well somebody called, and I lined up a job for you."
"Huh? Who?"
"Mrs. Anderson called. I told her you were looking for something to do with yourself this summer, and Mrs. Anderson said that she's got something for you to do at her place."
Mrs. Anderson was my best friend Tom's mom. Tom had gone to one of the service academies, and was doing field training all summer long. I figured Mrs. Anderson needed somebody to fill in his place, mow the lawn, clean out the gutters that sort of thing.
If my mother had any idea what it was Mrs. Anderson had in store for me, I wonder if she would have sounded so chirpy and cheerful as she relayed this news.
I was to go over to the Anderson's house the next morning, at ten.
I got there the next day and rang the bell, and heard Mrs. Anderson call out, "Door's open, come on in Dave."
Mrs. Anderson was sitting on one of the sofas in their large living room. When she looked up at me, I saw something in her bright blue eyes that gave me reason to pause. It was almost as if I fell under a hypnotic spell; up until this point I knew her as my best friend's mom, but today there was definitely something different going on. Suddenly it wasn't as if I'd come over as to shoot hoops with Tom out on the driveway or something.
"Hello Mrs. Anderson."
"Hello, David," she said demurely.
I always thought Tom's mother was good-looking, attractive even, but for some reason this afternoon Mrs. Anderson was downright beautiful. Her silky-straight blonde hair, cut shoulder-length flowed was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing pearl earrings. She seemed a bit dressed up for so early in the morning; she wore a very daring sleeveless black halter minidress, with a deep V-neck. She had her shapely legs crossed, and she was wearing high heels.
The front of her dress plunged showing slightly more than a respectable amount of cleavage. Mrs. Anderson obviously wasn't wearing a bra; I could see her nipples tenting the fabric. Of course I'd noticed Mrs. Anderson's breasts before but quite honestly I'd never appreciated how well-endowed she was; I estimated D-cup, at least. She had her left elbow up on the back of the sofa, a substantial gold tennis bracelet dripping off her wrist and the formidable diamonds of her wedding rings set on display.
"Uh, what is it I can do for you, Mrs. Anderson?"
"Well, why don't you sit down a bit before we get started?" Mrs. Anderson indicated the sofa, but I chose one of the large, overstuffed chairs just next to where she sat. "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Anything?"
"Uh, a Coke would be fine."
When she got up to fetch me a Coke, Mrs. Anderson leaned forward, offering me a tremendous view of her globes. When she returned with my drink, my eyes went right to her chest. I couldn't help but notice a significant bounce to her melons as she strode across the room; they seemed to move with a life of their own, all the way from eight thirty to half-past two and back, and there was a distinct firmness to them. I also noticed the six inch slit up the side of her skirt.
When Mrs. Anderson sat down, somehow her hand ended up resting on my forearm. I was mesmerized by the view down the plunging V front of her dress. If she could have felt my pulse, she would have felt my heart racing a million miles an hour.
"Uh, what kind of work do you have me to do, Mrs. Anderson?"
Mrs. Anderson smiled mysteriously for a moment, then got right to the point:
"Oh, I didn't have you come over here so you could work for me, David. I called you over here so you could fuck me."
