Amanda and I didn't get together for a couple weeks; our schedules conflicted. Besides, both of our sons were home from college, in and out of the house, and it didn't provide us with the privacy we needed.
My sexual relations at home had consisted of occasional fucks for Arthur who always came and went to sleep, and nothing for me. Until Amanda showed me that there was another path to sexual satisfaction my libido had gone missing. I missed her... found myself masturbating more than usual and, when I did, I would suck on my wet fingers and imagine that it was Amanda's pussy. I was somewhat jealous of her relationship with her husband David. She told me that they had always been sexually curious and had tried so many things.
I still felt guilty having peeked through the crack of my son Lee's door, watching him masturbate to ejaculation. In a weak moment I told Amanda about it and she reacted rather casually to what I thought she might consider a sick perversion. She told me that she considered a mother fantasizing about her son as a primal feeling, and that she often fantasized about her own son, Corey. I told her that since I had spied on Lee that day I had been thinking about him continually. She laughed and said that it was no wonder that I fantasized about Lee, her son Corey's best friend, "He's such a hunk." She reassured me that I wasn't a pervert, which made me more comfortable with my feelings.
Since the day I peeked at Lee stroking that exquisite cock and ejaculating so beautifully, the fantasy of having it in my mouth had almost become an obsession (I felt so ashamed, but none the less, excited). Lee usually came in late at night; sometimes I was awake. When I heard him go into his room, after he had a chance to get settled, I would strain my ears and listen for noises of self-pleasure, fighting the urge to get out of bed and sneak into his room. Something else, since my conversation with Amanda, it seemed that Lee was flirting with me. I was sure I was just imagining it but, twice, I had seen him walking down the hall completely naked, something I hadn't seen before. Both times he said, "Oh, I'm sorry Mom," but made no effort to hurry to his room. Nor did I make an effort to avert my eyes.
One night we were watching TV. He had fixed popcorn and we were watching a late movie (Arthur was asleep, as he usual was). I asked him if Corey and he were spending a lot of time together. He said yes...that they had even double dated a couple of times. He said that he really liked hanging around Corey's house...said that Amanda and David were fun to be with. He told me that he thought Amanda was really hot for an older woman (I felt a twinge of jealousy). He also said that Amanda and Corey seemed to have a special kind of relationship. I asked what he meant and he told me they often snuggled together on the couch, almost like they were dating. Once again I envied Amanda...wanted to snuggle with Lee right then but couldn't bring myself to do it. I was afraid of what might happen... afraid that Lee would reject me, or hate me for acting so inappropriately. But I wondered if he were hinting at something.
One day, about one o'clock in the afternoon, Lee told me that he was going to meet Corey at the gym. I imagined the two of them pumping iron, flexing those wonderful sexy muscles and wished I could go watch them. About ten minutes after he left Corey came to the back door and, as was his custom, knocked once, opened the door and said, "Hi Mrs. W," and walked in.
Surprised that Corey was thereI said,"I thought Lee was meeting you at the gym."
He walked to the refrigerator (he was always at home at our house) and poured himself a glass of milk. "Well," he said, "whether I go or not, he's going to work out for a couple of hours; you know what a fanatic he is."
Corey slouched into a chair at the table, looked at me with his clear hazel eyes, sipped his milk and smiled. I couldn't get over the feeling that he was flirting with me. He always did ... kinda...but now it seemed so much more apparent. "Ya know Ms. Wilhelm," he said, "I've noticed that you've been wearing skirts more often lately." His eyes drifted down to my legs. "I like you better in skirts," he said, shaking his head approvingly..."shows off your legs."
I made light of his comment but loved the compliment. Since his mother suggested that I wear skirts more often, to show off my "beautiful" legs, I started wearing skirts everyday. I liked the looks that men at the grocery store gave me and, even though he was so young, I was flattered that Corey thought so.
"Something's different about you lately, Mrs. W" he said, "You seem...uh...younger."
"Oh, maybe it's just that, since Lee has gone to school, I feel less of a sense of parental responsibility, and, I am not so worried about what is going to come of him."
"I think it's something else," he said, getting up from the table. His eyes riveted mine then moved slowly down my body till he got to my ankles and moved slowly back to my eyes. I should have felt uncomfortable but instead, felt myself lubricating. "Mom says you and she have been spending more time together. She really likes you...a lot, ya know?"
My throat tightened at the remote thought that he could possibly know about Amanda and me. I almost detected a wink. Could Amanda have said anything to him about us? No, I was sure that she wouldn't have. Corey had always been a precocious boy, one who never suppressed a question...no matter how it came out. Sometimes, when he was a very young boy he would ask things like, "Why do mommies have bumps on their chests? He was the first to notice a new piece of clothing that I wore and his eyes always seemed to be following me. But when he said that his mother told him we were spending more time together and suggested that something else might be responsible for my more carefree attitude I needed to be busy. So I went to the sink and washed the few dishes that Lee and I had left after eating lunch. The odd thing is that I anticipated what happened next.
Just like his mother Corey walked up behind me, put his arms between mine, laid his head against mine and pressed my breasts to my chest with his hands. I thought, Corey, what in the world can you be thinking? But I didn't say it. My best friend's son was fondling my breasts and the church lady in me was telling him to stop, but the sexual being was keeping the church lady at bay, hoping upon hope that he wouldn't stop. I had to say something though. "What has gotten into you Corey?"
He didn't answer, just pressed his head more intensely against mine, his hands rubbing my breasts, moving them round and round. Electricity ran down to the pit of my gut and the backs of my knees. "What's gotten into me, Mrs. W? ... the desire to make love to my best friend's mother."
I was trying to be cool, trying not to wiggle my bottom which begged to writhe. I was desperately trying to stay calm. "You seem to have a lot of self-confidence for a boy not yet twenty, Corey Firestone."
"Maybe that's because an expert mentor has been teaching me...and she's a woman just about your age." He was so cool, so in control. It was hard for me to imagine that this young man, not even 20, who I'd seen grow from a little boy, was trying to seduce me.
I told myself that I should wriggle away from him and put a stop to this madness. I bit my lip as the fingers of his right hand drew to the tip of my breast and gently rolled my nipple while his other hand pressed against my abdomen and pulled my bottom against his rigid penis.
