I grew up in a middle class neighborhood in a large metro area in the upper mid-west. The neighborhood was the kind that you could leave your doors and cars unlocked and everyone knew each other.
Once a year there was a huge block party where the street was closed and people partied to mid-night. Even as a child I would get to stay up and watch the adults have fun. Baby sitters were hired for those under ten years of age. The sitters came from other blocks around the neighborhood so that those in the block that did baby sit could have a night off.
We had a retired couple living on one side of us and a family of four on the other side. John, the husband, was a gorgeous looking guy that could have been a model if had had so chosen but instead was an airline pilot. His wife Robin had been a flight attendant until she had their first son, soon followed by the second son. Robin had that perfect body and made sure she kept it looking good. I was not close to the boys because they were younger than me so I did not have much contact with any of them other than to say, "Hi" when we saw each other and then chatted more when the block party happened each year. Now my mother visited often and my father and mother joined them once a month for a Sunday afternoon of cards. There were four couple that played cards and they would rotate between their respective homes for the monthly games. They would do the potluck thing. Occasionally I would have to deliver the food if it was some oven item.
I am 25, single and living at home with my parents. I work in the payroll department for a large firm. I do not have a steady boyfriend but do date a lot. One night in late spring, I was watching television with my dad. Mom was next door visiting with Robin which was not unusual.
Around nine, mom came home crying. Both dad and I turned and asked what was wrong. She informed us that John had called Robin and said he would not be back and was moving in with his girlfriend in another city that was a hub for the company where he worked. She told us Robin was devastated. I sat shocked picturing them as a perfect couple and family.
The boys were off in college so Robin was alone. Over the next year or so Robin was at our place more so than in the past and other neighbors as well. Mom went next door to give Robin some company from time to time. It seemed it was every other night.
One night at dinner mom said, "Amy, Robin has not ventured out to find a guy or socialize. She just sits, reads and cries. She is still young and beautiful. I think she is afraid to venture out alone. Would you consider some time when you feel right about it to ask her to go out with you and your friends? Maybe between all of you she might feel comfortable and spot a guy but more likely the guys will spot her."
"But mom, gosh, the age difference; she is just a tad younger than you."
"I know sweetie but she does not look her age."
"I will agree with you there mom, she looks ten years younger than she is. God her breasts and hips do not show any signs of having children. I hope I can stay fit like her and you mom after having kids."
"Well Robin and I work at it but she has lost interest since John left. I am afraid she is in a mild depressed state. Take her out once or twice and see where it leads and with the help of your girlfriends who knows."
"Okay mom, I will run the idea by my friends and keep you posted."
"Thanks Amy and I will not say anything to Robin."
Over the next few weeks I talked to my friends about it and my guy friends. Since it was summer time we decided to invite Robin to a sand lot volley ball game at a local bar where there were guys of all ages and where they had dancing when the games were over.
I approached Robin after telling my mom but she refused the invitation. I told mom about it and then mom went and chatted with Robin. Mom came back saying she had changed her mind and would go and was asking how she should dress. I laughed and said, "God mom, sexy of course." Mom laughed and then said, "I told her that I see you in a sleeveless blouse, shorts and sandals when you go and suggested she do the same."
The night before we were to go to the games, I walked over to Robin's place to make sure she had not changed her mind. She admitted she wanted to but the weather was forecast to be nice and she did need to get out in the sun some. I told her I would pick her up at 5:30 PM and she could ride with me.
It was 11:30 PM when we returned home from the bar. Robin was flying on cloud nine and was glowing from the attention that guys from all ages gave her since they noticed she came unattached and the alcohol.
She babbled all the way home about the wonderful time she had and thanked me over and over. I was shocked when she said, "Amy, I feel like a teenager again. I was so shocked to feel a man's thing expand when we danced and he pulled me in close to him. I have suppressed that feeling since John left me. What is bothering me is that the younger they were the more turned on I was getting. My god some were the boy's ages. I should not be telling you this. Please keep it between us okay."
"Sure Robin just between us girls."
"Did any ask you for your phone number or ask about a date?"
"Yes the majority did and they all hoped I would be back to watch more games. Amy, I want to go but I'm afraid to go alone. I hope I can tag along sometime again and I hope it is not inconveniencing you and your friends."
"On the contrary, you fit right in with us and we had a blast. You can come with us anytime."
"Thanks Amy and tell your mom thanks for giving me the push."
We gave each other a hug in my driveway and I made sure she went into her place before going into mine.
In bed I pictured Robin with a 20 + guy, her legs up on a guy's butt who was pumping fast and furious, arching and growling as he delivered his seed deep into her wet pussy causing her body to thrash and scream for more cock.
At breakfast the next morning I had to fill mom in with all the details except my bedtime visual.
That evening I was helping mom with the dishes when Robin came to visit. Mom asked her about the evening before. Robin was still ecstatic and started to fill her in. I excused myself to do some laundry. While in the basement sorting the clothes Robin was still filling mom in on the details. I then began to get warm with my nipples hardening and blood flowing to my pussy lips when I heard Robin say, "Monica, if I had been there alone I would have invited Jimmy home with me to begin to satisfy the feelings he stirred in my pussy. Jimmy made me come to realize that toy you gave me just is not like the real thing. My panties were soaked when I took them off. I hope no one saw how worked up I was. My god maybe they did and that is why so many guys asked me or do you think they could smell my lust leaking?"
"I doubt that Robin. You look a few years more mature than Amy and her friends and they say women in their thirties are at their peak, so I assume the guys wanted to take advantage of that. They know that you know what you want and need."
"I hope you are right Monica. I am wet now thinking of going again with Robin. Thanks for pushing me. Robin sure has a nice group of friends. They made me feel welcome. I wish Alice's friend Roy was not attached to her. He looked like he was well endowed. I sure thought about him in bed. You know I think he might have been undressing me too because I caught glimpses of him looking at me from time to time. Do you think it would be okay if I encouraged him any?"
"Maybe not Robin; let him make the first move. If you connect then it will send a message to Alice that Roy has wandering eyes and cock, so be careful."
"You are right Monica but I am so horny for a real cock my mind is going to mush."
My mind was spinning overhearing the conversation and in particular with mom giving Robin a toy. Was mom using toys? Was dad not satisfying her? Did dad watch mom play with a toy? All these thoughts and listening to mom and Robin made me open my jeans and slip my right hand to the button calling for attention. I placed my left arm on the dryer and leaned on it while I masturbated picturing mom stuffing herself with a dildo.
