Roberta Russell had just finished wheeling the garbage can out to the curb - one of the few things her now ex-husband had done well when he was around - and after she did the chore she felt herself flush a bit. It wasn't from the minimal effort she had just made, but was something that had been happening a lot now that she was a half century old. The lemonade and vodka cocktails she had for lunch probably added to it.
There may have been another factor that contributed to the quickening of her pulse and the tingle in special places, and that factor was walking down the street towards her, the lad pretending he was just taking a stroll instead of going by the Russell's home hoping that he would "accidentally" run into Roberta's daughter Brooke.
"Poor kid can't take "it's over" for an answer," Roberta mumbled to herself as she looked at the boyish looking college sophomore who looked a lot like he had when he was a kid, even though he was on the cusp of turning 20.
Roberta knew how trying to hang onto a doomed relationship felt since she had been the only one in her marriage that worked to save it, so she empathized with the teen. Brooke was going to be a heart-breaker, her Mom realized, and poor Ethan Turner was just one of what would likely be a whole bunch of roadkill her daughter left in her wake as her life went on.
Ethan wasn't very hip looking and didn't look like a college kid, but Roberta always thought that he was as cute as the dickens, and so when the boy came over to her she welcomed the visit. The lad had a goofy "aw shucks" smile as usual, and that combined with dimples made Roberta shiver a bit as he came up to her.
"Hello Mrs. Russell," Ethan said as he pawed at the gravel at his feet.
"Hello yourself," Roberta replied, her eyes going over the lean 5'8" frame clad in a tank top and shorts that revealed little muscle. "What are you up to? Taking a walk?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"She's not here, if that's what you're wondering," Roberta told him, and Ethan blushed when he realized she knew why he was prowling around. "He picked her up early."
"He" was the new object of Brooke's affection, a dim witted jock at her school, and Roberta gathered that Ethan knew all about her daughter's latest flame.
"Yeah, I figured," he mumbled.
"I know it hurts, but sometimes you gotta let go," Roberta said candidly. "I speak from experience, but at least you're young and cute. When you're an old bag like me it's tougher. Besides, Brooke was really too young for you."
"That's what Mom told me," Ethan said, and the older woman grinned when he tried to subtly rearrange himself in his shorts. "Hey, can I bring that back to the garage for you?"
"Sure. Nice to have a man around the house again," Roberta noted, and as she followed Ethan to the back she enjoyed the way that the sun made the light down on his calves sparkle.
After being married to a man for a couple of decades who was like Sasquatch, seeing a guy with practically no body hair was a little arousing, and not even what she had heard her daughter tell a friend about certain parts of Ethan that she found lacking took away from her enjoyment of the boy's body.
"Thank you Ethan," Roberta said as they reached the garage by going through the side door so as not to have to open the overhead door which was acting cranky, and the middle aged woman cringed when she saw the clutter that had formed recently. "Boy, this is a mess."
"If you want I can help you clean it up some day," Ethan offered. "Nothing else to do."
"A handsome 20 year old college boy with nothing to do in the summer?" Roberta scoffed as she tried to summon the courage to do something she would likely regret. "You need to get out there and let girls know you're available."
"Maybe when school starts again things will change. I think that the local girls know too much about me now," Ethan mused, pausing before adding, "I've heard that Brooke's been telling her friends about me."
"Oh, you know how silly teenage girls can be," Roberta said as she played with the zipper on her sweatshirt.
"You know why she dumped me, don't you Mrs. Russell?" Ethan asked as he watched the zipper go up and down. "Maybe not the only reason but the main one."
"Do you want me to lie or tell you the truth?" Roberta asked softly, and seeing the kid cringe made her feel bad. "She didn't tell me but I overheard her gossiping on the phone."
"Hey, who among us is perfect? Look at me. I'm a dumpy old woman whose best days are in the rear view mirror and getting smaller all the time."
"That's not true. I think you're really pretty," Ethan offered. "Always have."
"You're sweet, but even guys my age want younger women, or even girls like Brooke," Roberta said as she took a step towards the lad, her mind spinning over what she was thinking. "How can I compete with girls who look like models? I don't blame guys for not wasting time with me."
"You're just as pretty as Brooke. I figured that's where she got her looks from," Ethan said nervously while looking at Mrs. Russell continue to play with the zipper.
"I wish," Roberta replied, and after taking a deep breath pulled the sweatshirt zipper down all the way and then let the garment open up to reveal that she had nothing on underneath, having just thrown it on after showering to take out the trash. "Matter-of-fact I only have one thing going for me. Brooke doesn't have these."
By then the teen's eyes were fixated to Roberta's breasts, the large bell shaped breasts no longer firm and perky but pendulous and hanging to her thick waist, but Ethan seemed to not mind their flaws.
"Wow," Ethan said almost inaudibly, and then Roberta was taking Ethan's hands and putting them on her breasts, pushing them on the pliant globes hard to encourage the kid to knead them on his own.
"Don't be shy Ethan. They like being handled a little roughly," Roberta encouraged, smiling when his grip got harder and more intense. "That's it. That's my man. Feel my nipples get hard and swollen? Tweak them and watch them really pop out."
When the bug-eyed kid began to squeeze them on her own, Roberta sighed and shrugged off the sweatshirt that had been hanging on her shoulders and ran her hands through her short cropped black hair while letting her head roll back on her shoulders, trying to look as sexy as she could manage.
"What..." Roberta asked when she saw Ethan's eyes divert from her breasts, and she winced when she saw the kid was gawking at the deep craters of her armpits where it was clear she hadn't shaved in a couple of days. "Oops. Forgot to shave. Sorry. Bad girl. You should spank me."
"No. It's okay," the boy told the blushing Mom.
"If you want we could go inside. You could even shave me if you wanted," Roberta offered, getting a blank stare in return. "Or we could just go inside and talk about it."
Ethan looked to be in a daze and incapable of speech, probably not expecting his former girlfriend's mother to act like this, she mused to herself. Finally Roberta lowered her right hand and slipped it under the elastic of Ethan's shorts before he had a chance to stop her.
