In Lansdale, Pennsylvania it was often nice out. Today was different. Today's forecast predicted disagreeable weather.
Sandra Walker was the mother of 2 boys, Carter and Devin, 18 and 26 respectively. Devin had moved out and started his own life out of state in the military while Carter was midway through final semester.
Carter was a smaller boy. His older brother Devin had the majority of the physical gifts their father possessed. You see, their father was Jackson Walker. The famous Olympic gold medalist from the 1990 summer games. Jackson won his award in the decathalon.
Sandra was a slightly overweight brunette woman of the age of 44. She knew she could lose a few pounds but Jackson "preferred" her this way. Well, at least he used to. Nowadays he spent most of his time in the hammock out back napping or reading his tablet inside waiting for the next alumni association dinner event. He was currently in Philadelphia meeting with his former trainer and staff. He took trips to the city quite often.
Her deep brown eyes were always a favorite amongst her previous suitors. Jackson always enjoyed when she made eye contact with him during lovemaking. At least, he used to enjoy it. He used to enjoy calling her "stunning" too although nowadays he did it before he was about to deliver her some bad news.
The family lived in quite a large home with four bedrooms and a guest house as well. A number of washrooms littered the hallways. A fancy sitting room that no one was ever allowed to set foot in was the main centerpiece of it all. The kind of room that was covered in plastic and surrounded by untouched dinnerware.
Jackson had turned one of the unoccupied bedrooms in the house into a den for his two sons growing up complete with every game system and game that you could think of.
It was here that Carter would invite his friends over in the hopes that he would be more popular at school. He mostly hung around with 3 boys his age Kevin, Chris and Jarred.
All of these boys came from good homes. All of them still had both parents. They all played sports but like most kids their age they were more into the social scene that came with the team roster spot in high school than the sport itself.
One Thursday afternoon as the four boys were bunkered down in the makeshift man-cave, Sandra walked in to check on how things were going. It was before Christmas break was about to begin and the young men had cut their final classes to hangout and play video games.
"I certainly hope you know I can't blindly accept the fact that you are missing school!"
Sandra announced as she stood looming in the door way. "You all need to reconsider your futures and how this reflects on each of you!" The boys' eyes remained fixated on the screen in front of them.
"It's fine, mom" Carter said annoyed. "Kevin made sure we wouldn't get in trouble."
Kevin turned around and slowly grinned, "I assure you everything will be okay, Mrs. Walker." He turned his head back towards the screen, "I would never lie to you."
Sandra was trying to read the situation. What could he mean by this? Mischief was one thing but suddenly she became concerned as her mind raced towards the possibility of criminal activity and the inclusion of police...She found herself suddenly blurting out loud
"I hope I won't be getting a call from the police!"
The room rocked with laughter. The sound of the game being paused was the only one competing with the laughs ricocheting off the walls.
"I highly doubt that Mrs. Walker" said Chris wiping away a tear from laughing so hard.
"Damn, Sandra who do you think we are?" chuckled Jarred.
Jarred addressing Sandra by her first name irritated the mother of two but then she always thought Jarred was lacking manners somewhat. He was the tallest of Carter's friends. He had red hair and a slight freckling of his complexion.
Sandra ignored his bad manners for the moment and brought up the reason why she came into the room to begin with.
"I need a volunteer to help me get the Christmas decorations for the mantle out from the garage storage. Who is going to help me?"
To Sandra's shock Jarred offered to help.
"I'll do it." He said without missing a beat and placing the controller on the coffee table.
"Thank you, Jarred. At least SOME ONE will help me around here." Sandra emphasized, intending on letting Carter know how unimpressed she was with him.
Sandra lead the way through the house and into the side door through the kitchen to get into the garage. Jackson kept his '67 New Yorker parked inside, fully restored and fully tinted. It was truly a conversation piece for every guest they had ever revealed it to.
The boxes were against the wall on a shelf parallel with the New Yorker. The shelf was high up enough that you would need to lean into the shelf itself for leverage to pull the box towards you. There was no room for any stools or ladders to stand on in front of the shelf with the car taking up most of the real estate.
"I think I got this." Jarred announced spotting the box on the top shelf. He shimmied his way sideways beside the car until he was underneath the box's location. Sandra stood at the front of the car waiting
"Almost...got it...just a few mo--"
Suddenly the shelving unit started falling towards the prized vehicle itself.
"Oh no! Shit" Jarred yelled out as he let go of the box and was now wisely grabbing the entirety of the shelving unit as the intended box slid into the side of his face.
Sandra leapt into action and quickly made her way down alongside the car where Jarred was standing. Given her relevant smaller frame she was capable of not having to stand sideways. The box of Christmas decorations were leaning against Jarred's face while he had both hands against the frame of the shelves.
"Are you okay, Jarred!?" Sandra asked worried.
"I'm ok, I just need help getting this off me, I can't push it back myself." He said struggling to keep the shelf from damaging the classic car.
Realizing now that the remaining boys in the house were too far out of ear shot to call for additional help Sandra started to push the shelf back with Jarred.
"It's not...I need you to-can you push where I am here in the middle?" Jarred said out loud trying to resolve this problem, struggling with the weight of all the boxes on the shelf.
Sandra got closer to where Jarred was standing and stood slightly in front of him with her right leg in front of his left leg. She braced herself against the shelf and pushed as hard as she could.
The shelf began to fall back into place and as it did Sandra now found herself caught between the wall and Jarred with her back facing him.
As she put all of her effort pushing forward she did not realize that she was also pushing back into Jarred. She felt something immediately poking into the top of her pant line.
"Oh my god" She thought, shocked, "is he hard right now? No he can't be..."
Sandra tried to get out of the situation she was in by turning around but by doing so her soft, shapely ass was now being pressed hard against Jarred's bulging erection.
"Uh-I" Jarred said, froze with what was happening.
Adrenaline was coursing through his veins. Carter's mom was hot but he didn't know how to explain why this was happening right now.
His dick was as hard as he would be trying to explain what this looks like to anyone walking in.
As he was contemplating this Sandra managed to finally turn around only to have her vagina now lined up with Jarred's rock hard member.
"Oh my god! This needs to stop! Now!"
She was screaming inside.
They both slowly untangled from each other and Jarred grabbed the box they had intended to grab in the first place and started walking out of the garage with Sandra leading. They both made no mention of what just occurred to each other.
Meanwhile in the den, Carter was listening to his two remaining friends, Kevin and Chris talk about girls in their school. Kevin was one of the best looking guys in their school. Tall with dark hair, he was the most charming but also the most asshole student in their age group. He wasn't really a jerk personally but he just acted selfishly in key-social moments. Chris was more of a suburban-punk, medium build with "plug" earrings in both lobes. Despite his radical look he was probably the nicest of Carter's friends, most likely because he was bullied growing up and could relate to Carter.
Carter was focusing on the game when he suddenly tuned into what his friends were discussing.
"-yeah but apparently she sucks at it."
