James was something of a loner. Although he excelled at sport and developed a wonderful strong physique, his peers seemed to shun him. Blond, tall, muscular and beautiful, there is no doubt he could have had the pick of the girls, yet he didn't seem interested, always preoccupied, almost troubled.
This fact never escaped his mother, Jeannette. Her husband had left her 7 years ago. She never really knew why. But she therefore fussed oh so much over James, her only child. He never had a girlfriend, yet she knew he wasn't gay as she had found girlie mags under his bed quite a lot recently. Well he was just finishing his 'A' levels and was about to turn 18 at the weekend. Jeanette was concerned that he would be lonely, something she shared over a coffee with her best friend Paula at lunchtime in the local town centre.
"He's such a beautiful and charming boy." commented Paula. "I cant believe he hasn't at least a girlfriend to celebrate with. Um Jeanette, you dont think he's..."
"No!" Jeanette intervened. "Trust me, he's not! Found some female literature in his bedroom. Say no more!" They winked at eachother, then the conversation changed.
Paula however couldn't get the situation out of her head. As she took the short drive home her imagination wandered. Attractive, voluptuous and very smart, the stunning 42 year old redhead had been separated from her husband for over a year. Her son Shaun was the same age as James, but it seems they didn't get on. In fact from what Shaun had told her none of the other boys seemed to like him. Were they jealous? She wondered.
When she got home she found herself thinking about James. She even speculated on whether he was still a virgin. The thought made her tingle. She ran herself a bath, closed her eyes, and developed a bizarre idea....
Felicity was a beautiful 48 year old blonde, a former catalogue model many years ago. Never married but a single parent of a wayward 21 year old daughter. She was also very successful, confident, with an eye for much younger men. Often her daughter would bring home her latest boyfriend, and Felicity would later that evening find herself furiously masturbating over the thought of seducing him. Alas it never happened, though she often shared her fantasy with her best friend Paula.
The phone rang. It was indeed Paula.
"Hun, is there any way we could meet up in the next hour or so? I simply HAVE to see you."
"Sure." the beauty replied. "Why not pop over here now? I'm here alone."
Pretty much exactly an hour later Paula pulled her BMW into her friend's beautiful 6 bedroom detached home in Surrey. After pleasantries and making coffee Paula came straight to the point: