Helped out by son's friend
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'Brian!' Amy shouted.
'He left early. Can I help?' William asked.
'Don't come in,' she urgently spoke.
'Alright. I'm going now, thanks for letting me stay,' he said.
'Wait! I'm in a difficult position. Brian won't be back from a trip, and Arnold is working abroad,' she thought out loud.
'I guess so. Are you sure you're alright?' he said.
'No, I need help, oww!' she yelped.
'I'm coming in,' he warned.
He didn't make a move to enter her bedroom. William stayed the night with Brian, Amy's son, to catch up on their college experience. Which meant they spent a lot at the pub. He was about to leave and drive back home, when he heard Brian's mother yell. Again she made a noise sounding like she was in pain.
'Alright, come in, but don't look at me,' she quietly spoke.
He couldn't help glancing at her. He quickly turned his head away, to save their embarrassment. She was on the floor, naked! She was attractive with clothes on, and at her age he didn't expect her to be so sexy when naked. From the quick look he had, she was voluptuously beautiful. Not fat, but with all the right curves.
'What happened?' he asked.
'I was playing a game. You can work it out for yourself,' she angrily spoke. 'I'm stuck and don't know what to do,' she moaned.
'It's alright, I'll get you free,' he said, trying to console her.
'You'll have to turn around then. No! First promise me you won't tell anyone, promise me that,' she pleaded.
'Of course not. No one will know, whatever it is, I promise,' he said, and held his hand over his heart.
He purposely looked her in the eyes, not wanting to embarrass her any more than she was. Sitting on the floor naked, in front of her son's friend must be awful for her. He could understand that. Adding to the anguish was something preventing her from standing. He pulled a sheet from the bed to cover her up.
'Thank you, William,' she murmured, and tried to smile.
'Looking back it will seem funny one day,' he consoled her.
'I really don't think so. In the meantime I need to get free,' she stated, trying to hurry him along.
'I could feed you, and go to the toilet for you, until your husband returns,' he suggested.
The seriousness of his voice fooled her for a moment, then she laughed hollowly with tears forming.
'I'm not going to cry! This is a silly thing, and I'm lucky you're here. So, you had better take a look to see how to get me free,' she said, sounding determined.
'Alright. I'm sure I can,' he firmly stated, trying to sound calm.
She pulled the sheet from around her bottom, exposing her nakedness. It was embarrassing letting an eighteen-year-old see her forty-six-year-old body. At least she wasn't wrinkly. How could she compete with the college girls he was used to.
'Stupid! Stupid! I'm not competing with anyone,' she thought.
'May I touch?' he nervously asked.
'Just so long it's to free me, and not playing. . .' she began, and realised what she was saying.
'No, no, of course not,' he stammered.
'Sorry, I was joking, trying to lighten the situation. Of course you wouldn't want to play with your friend's mother. Sorry, I meant, err, I'm too old. Damn! I don't know what I'm saying. Best get on with it,' she finally said.
He kneeled on the floor, peering under her bottom. She rocked forward just a little, and let out a sound, suggesting pain. He dare not touch her.
'Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you,' he said.
'Just so long as you get me free, do whatever you like,' she offered.
'That's very tempting, Mrs Barns,' he said.
'Not very convincing, William. I appreciate the attempt though, you're a kind boy,' she grimaced.
'You're not too old. You have a lovely figure,' he said.
'Well, that was more convincing, but this isn't the moment to compliment me. I'm on my bedroom floor, naked and vulnerable. A handsome young man is about to, well, whatever. That's enough to make any woman feel embarrassed, under the circumstances,' she explained.
'Oh. I guess so. I didn't look at it that way. It's obviously awful for you,' he said. 'I can see it might not be, well, err. Can I try lifting you?' he asked.
'I'd appreciate you getting on with it,' she told him.
'Sure, Mrs Barns,' he said.
'While you have my bottom in your hands, it's reasonable to call me, Amy,' she pointed out, again attempting humour.
'OK, Amy,' he vaguely answered. 'I didn't realise how nice it is. Sorry!' he quickly added.
'Thank you, William for the commentary on the state of my bottom,' she sarcastically spoke.
'I was just saying, oh, never mind,' he said.
'No, it's me. I'm not used to young men groping my bum,' she said, trying to sound matter of fact.
'I'm not groping it, Amy. I'm trying to find out what went wrong,' he explained.
'Alright, don't give up, carry on. Whatever it takes, you do it, okay?' she encouraged.
Encouraging a young man to lift her bare bottom off the floor, suddenly seemed bizarre, and a hearty laugh broke free.
When he lifted her up, he saw a dildo firmly planted on the floor, with all of it up inside her.
'You enjoyed that, should I do it again?' he asked.
'Yes, no! It was what I said. About lifting my bottom off the floor. This seems so weird, like a fetish or something,' she said, and wished she hadn't.
'Lifting your bottom off the floor, a fetish, what could you mean?' he laughed in turn.
'Stop teasing me, it hurts when I laugh,' she teased back.
'Well, it's true then, you are enjoying this,' he said.
'No I'm not, I have to put up with it. As well as you being here. It's easier if we laugh,' she explained.
'Explain this,' he said.
She looked at where he was pointing to see her nipples hard as marbles. Not very round for playing with, though nice enough. They were pumped up ready to explode. She'd never seen them so big and juicy.
'Well? Like Pinocchio's nose, if you lie, they'll grow longer, and fatter, giving you away,' he chided her.
'Maybe. Alright, just don't pinch them please,' she said trying to sound calm. 'It's not my fault, they reacted from you handling me,' she said.
'Blaming me now, that's not fair when I'm trying to free you,' he teased her.
'Sorry. It's my fault,' she belatedly said.
'There's no way of pulling you free without hurting you. Maybe even damaging you. Its stuck up there, and won't come out. I'll get some oil, that might help,' he offered.
'Whatever it takes, whatever you want to do to me, William,' she sincerely spoke.
While he was in the bathroom, she thought about what she just told him. There was far too much meaning in her tone of voice. Of course she was wet down there. The thought of him oiling her crotch was stoking her up. She hadn't been this aroused for a long time.
Damn! Why did it have to be her son's friend from college. A man around her age would show interest in her, and she was more than ready to reward him for setting her free. It would have to be after she was free, as the angle was all wrong. Hell! What was she thinking! Having a man nestling up behind her, was a bad thought.
It just showed how sexed up she was, and therefore, she would have to be careful. The last thing she wanted was for William to take advantage of her. Or would it be the other way around?
'Alright, Amy, we have some baby oil here. Let's try that, shall we?' he stated, in what might have been a calming voice.
Why do people speak like that when taking on a medical role? It was patronising and disturbing. He got on the floor in front of her, and they both looked away from each other. Trying to distance themselves from what he was about to do, had to be done.
'Oh!' she mumbled.
'I warmed my hands,' he said. 'I'm not hurting am I?' he asked.
'No! It's alright, get on with it,' she said, trying to sound matter-of-fact over it.
His oily fingers were running over her lips. They were already wet, and from his gentle stroking, they became distended little flaps of flesh. They were hardening up, so she hoped he wasn't too familiar with a woman's body. If he was, he would know what was happening down there, and in her head.
Her breathing came in little gasps.
'Are you opening up?' he asked.
'Yes!' she heavily breathed out, then realised what she was admitting to. 'Why did you ask that, its personal,' she said, sounding miffed.
'If you relax and open up, I might be able to lift you up off the thing,' he said.
His fingers were rubbing all around the dildo stuck inside her. It was her sex he was rubbing, massaging, and teasing.
'Oh!' she softly responded, and couldn't help moaning.
His fingers found her clitoris and rubbed it hard. Damn! He was deliberately sexing her up! Of course! He was stoking her up, opening her vagina, to get the dildo out. He was certainly arousing her, yet it didn't feel as though it was ready to come out.
'I can't get any oil inside. I'll try to lift you off now,' he said.
What could she say to that? 'I'd appreciate it if you could try harder to get your oily fingers into my vagina, please.' Her breathing was ragged now, but that didn't matter, as he could clearly see how sexed up she was.
Standing in front of her, he wrapped his arms under her hers and around her back. He was ready to lift. Her face was in his crotch, smelling his maleness. Of course he was turned on by fingering her! In a way, she was pleased he was. At least she wasn't completely past it.
'I'm going to lift you now. Tell me to stop if it hurts,' he warned.
'Oww! Stop!' she shouted.
