Moira was having a hell of a hard time trying to fight her way out of the trouble she was in. She had more or less brought in on herself by her own actions. She had seen the look in his eyes about a year ago, right around the time of his eighteenth birthday. She had actually looked twice to make sure she hadn't misunderstood that gleam.
It was a gleam she had seen in many men's eyes; it was a glint really, a look of lust, sexual desire, and open admiration. She knew it for what it was, she had had them all her life, even as a girl boys would look at her that way, and as she grew older it became men. Moira hadn't openly flirted with him, he was her son's best friend, and he had been for many a year.
But now they were both virile young men, she knew they had both been successful in the girl stakes, always trying to outdo each other, well now if she wasn't careful, her son Josh would be out done for all time. Her husband was a business man, he often had time away, it was a part of their lives, and he earned great money, so she and her son Josh had almost anything they wanted including the very large five bed roomed secluded house they now lived in.
Josh had, for the time being what could be termed as a regular girlfriend although she knew it wasn't that serious. But this had led her to where she was now, trying to fight of Jason his best friend, and she was on her way to losing it. It was she knew, her own fault, she had been giving him the eye for several weeks, flighty looks, a sway of the hips, a flick of her hair, deep breaths when she was side on to push up her already ample firm tits.
Moira was still a luscious woman, even at the ripe old age of forty one; her shoulder length hair still had its youthful sheen, still thick and lustrous. She had bushy eyebrows that sat over, as if guarding deep hazel eyes, set wide above a round button nose.
But her lips were the so inviting part of her lovely face, full, sensual, sexually naturally pouting, and so captivating. And Moira had perfected the use of them over the years where she knew that if a contest were to be held for giving a blow job, her lips and her tongue would win it hands down.
Looking like Moira did she have attracted men all her life, and when conditions had been right, she had had sex on one or two of them. Well, if the truth was known, more like seven or eight. Past boyfriends if she had bumped into them, a couple of her husband's colleagues, a couple of one chance meetings, at a party or out with the girls. But the most dangerous, especially if she had got caught, because it would have brought 'their' house down, had been with her husband's boss.
But the upside of that was Ken, her husband, had got a sudden promotion, and a call to Moira from Larry his boss, saying when he wants another promotion, to let him know. He had never bothered her since, but she was waiting for Ken to tell her he was in line for the next step up!
Ken was away, and Josh her son, had gone on a long weekend trip with his girlfriend and her family. It was Friday night, her evening with her own girlfriends had fallen through, and she had been at a loss as to what to do for some entertainment. She was feeling horny, and knew that before the night was out her vibrator would be put to work.
She had put the radio on, and turned it off again, she tried the TV, nothing, she played her own music, nada! Picked up a magazine and tossed that to one side, she was feeling more and more fed up and lonely. And that in itself produced the naughty horny feeling she was having to endure before it was late enough to go to bed and get on with it! She shouted at herself.
She looked at the clock, 9am. She was still dressed in the clothes she had been going to go out in. Her hair up in a pony tail, a gold necklace, her perfect face perfectly made up. A wrap around poncho type top, tied in a shapely knot at her flat bellied waist. Her skirt was a pleated and flared one, to just above her excellently shapely knees, high backless heels. And below all that, the customary stockings, suspenders, a tiny thong and no bra, and because of this, her nipples were really on prominent show.
Bringing her out of her reverie, there was a sudden knocking on her back door. "Who the heck can that be at this time of night?" she wondered, before clippity clopping her way down the floor tiled hall, and into her expansive floor tiled kitchen. There through the glass panelled door was Jason, he smiled brightly when he saw her.
She opened the door to him and invited him in. "Hi Jason, nice to see you, I'm all on my own and bored, welcome." This gave Jason the wrong/right signal. 'All alone, bored, hmmm, maybe I can make that different for her,' he thought, before saying.
Hi Mrs Grant, I'm sorry to hear that, I'm only here because I thought you were all away, at least this evening, I saw a light or two on so I thought I would check the house out, make sure it was okay." She eyed him speculatively, about 6ft tall, building out very nicely, strong firm jaw, a stubborn character when pushed. And she had known him and his parents for the last twelve years.
"That's very gallant of you Jason, so nice and caring, I appreciate that," she said, laying her eyes on him the way she knew he liked. Moira didn't know nor realise she was setting herself up for a takedown. She made coffee, and she chatted gaily with him, she told him about her night out, that wasn't. She was so happy to have some company to talk to. She never thought for a moment, that her now obvious eye flashing and surreptitious flirting was making him think she was 'game for a laugh!'
'Jason is a really handsome boy,' she thought, 'almost, or maybe just as handsome as my Josh, but there again, I'm biased,' she sniggered silently to herself. She sat him at the table, and poured the coffee then sat next to him. He was enthralled; he was actually sitting here all alone with her. A dream of which had only ever been in his youthful head.
But his prick was at full attention already as his friend's mother babbled away happily, and it was urging for some action. "I like your hair like that Mrs Grant, it suits you, and highlights how good you look," he told her sagely.
Moira placed her hand on his arm and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Why thank you Jason that is a really sweet thing to say, I'm so flattered." Her smile lit the room; it was so bright and dazzling.
He smiled his best smile for her, and said, "Well it's true Mrs G, in fact you look fantastic tonight, it's a pity you haven't been able to do the town!"
She squeezed his arm again, "well it doesn't matter now," she said brightly, "I have you for company now, you are my hero!" She leaned closer, he smelled her sweet breath and wanted to kiss her, and he almost did, but she leaned away again. She had seen his small movement.
They finished the coffee, "Tell you what Jason, would you like a beer or a glass of wine instead hmmm?" she asked him. He opted for the wine, knowing it was her only tipple. She got a bottle of white out of the cooler, and said, "Come on lets go through here." She led him into her large sitting room, there were three sofa's, and one chair, two three seater, and a two seater.
