"Why are you so late?" asked Leslie, looking at her son. Lewis looked flustered and little worried
"I think I lost my phone" he replied, with a look of guilt on his face.
"How? What happened?"
"I had it after lunch, I'm sure because I was showing a couple of people this YouTube clip, but I think I must have dropped it somewhere."
"It just... disappeared did it?" she asked, instantly feeling a huge wave of guilt when it clicked what had happened, and she knew the excuse it gave her.
"What do you mean, Mum?"
"He stole it didn't he?" she said, sure it was the case.
"Stuart? I don't think so," he said with a confused look on his face, then his mouth opened a little in surprise, "Actually... let me check find my phone on my computer."
Leslie waited impatiently for her son to confirm what she already know. Anger drove lust, which made her feel guilty, which made her angrier, which made her more passionate. She could feel the internal self-perpetuating cycle making her hornier and she knew she wanted to go to Stuart. She focused on making herself believe it was to chastise Stuart, to control her guilt and allow her blissful arousal to take over. She rushed to her bedroom with as much composure as she could maintain and shut the door, enthusiastically undressing. Just in her underwear, she pulled a few of her more daring dresses onto the bed and eyed them up before fetching her phone from her handbag.
She texted Stuart saying nothing more than 'you alone?'. A pang of anger, equalled only by the flurry of excitement came to her when she received an almost immediate reply; a picture message of Lewis's phone and a text saying 'yup, you coming over for this?'
She started to reply, when another message followed, saying 'or this?' Before it arrived, she knew what was about to arrive, a picture of Stuart's erection.
'Fuck you!' she replied, but quickly followed with, 'Both' before deleting all the messages from her phone.
She was about to don her strapless red dress; it was form-fitting but relatively modest in the amount of skin it covered, when a second text arrived which said only, 'thought so'. She tutted at Stuart's arrogance but she also knew she was about to reward it, especially as she laid eyes on her low-cut silver-grey dress. Previously, she would never have considered wearing it on its own; its scoop neck and high hem always meant she wore it with a tank top and thick leggings, but now she felt taboo and kinky. Intentionally denying herself time to second-guess the decision, she slipped off her pants and unclasped her bra before watching herself in the mirror as she donned the dress. She grabbed a pair of silver stilettos and was in the process of putting them on when she heard some feet on the way up the stairs. She quickly grabbed a coat long enough to hide what she was wearing, just as the door knocked and she heard Lewis ask for her.
Knocking her shoes under the bed, she rushed to answer the door, keen to turf Lewis away quickly so she could get to Stuart's. She spoke briskly but politely, "Hey honey. What do you want?"
Feeling a little shameful, she crossed her legs subconsciously, psychologically trying to feel more covered.
Lewis slowly began to speak, "Mum, you don't have to go see..."
"Don't start with me," she interjected, genuinely fearful he might convince her not to go and also very aware that her excited desperation to see her new lover was perched precariously on the edge of a well of guilt. She went to her bed and looked over to see her sigh and exit the bedroom, his footsteps heading to his own bedroom. Leslie grabbed her shoes and left the house at a quick pace.
Leslie had kept her coat on, just in case Stuart's mum had returned or there were any neighbours looking at the Warren household just then. As soon as Stuart opened the door, Leslie stepped into the house and shut the door violently. Her coat was flung across the hallway just before she pinned Stuart to the wall and started to furiously and passionately kiss him, just stopping to pant, "Still alone?"
As soon as Stuart nodded, Leslie took his hand and started running towards the stairs. They briefly stopped on the landing to kiss but Leslie was truly desperate to have sex. She started leading him towards his mother's bedroom. Stuart stopped her, the sudden action causing her to stumble backwards. She locked lips with him and they kissed for a few seconds before he pulled away, "I really can't be arsed to change my Mum's sheets again. Plus it made her really suspicious."
She thought about how she'd feel if Lewis had sex on her bed and then a pang of guilt gripped her as she remembered what her priority for being her was supposed to be. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind and swiftly darted round Stuart towards his room, uninterested in prolonging a discussion that might draw up inconvenient emotions. She bounced backwards on to the bed and sat on the side facing her son's bully. She parted her legs and sorted the scoop neck of her dress so that it revealed as much cleavage as possible.
Stuart knelt in front of Leslie and slid his hand up to her soaked pussy. The moment she felt his fingers against her clit, she exhaled and spoke, "No underwear to slow us down."
"Dirty slut."
"Exactly, so hurry up and fuck me. I need to get back soon and I'm already so ready to go." She thought about the scolding Malcolm would have gotten if he just tried to go straight in without any foreplay but she immediately redirected her thoughts away from her husband and to her teenage lover.
"Get a condom," she begged.
"I..." started Stuart.
"Don't have one?" she said, considering her options. She was on the pill, so it wasn't a case of getting pregnant.
"You know how I said other girls have given me blowjobs but never finished?"
"Yes?" she replied immediately, getting very impatiently.
"It was only twice and it kinda put them off..."
"And?"
"Well it means that I've never gone further than..."
"OH!" she exclaimed, suddenly cottoning on. This was going to be his first time. She hesitated. She wasn't sure if this was the right thing for her to do. She was a mother of two in her forties but she was about to take the virginity of an eighteen year old. A barely-adult who was picking on her son. She was going to take him into manhood. He would never forget this moment.
That thought echoed in her head for a few seconds. He would never forget this moment. She grabbed him and pulled him onto her, wrapping all of her limbs round his body. They only stopped kissing for second at a time, just enough to be able to pull each other's clothes off. For Leslie that only required taking her dress off as she opted to leave her heels on. She rolled the two of them over so that Stuart was on his back and she was resting on his chest. She sat up so that she was on her knees and resting on her left forearm. Her right hand was gently stroking him as she gathered up all the anticipation she was feeling. Her right leg went over his hips and she straddled his thighs. Her hands glided across his torso enjoying the physique that put her husband to shame, even accounting for Stuart having age on his side. She took his cock into her mouth, right up to its base, but then released it straight away.
Leslie crawled forward until her slick soft vulva slid along his solid hard-on. Her right hand went around behind her buttock and her fingers wrapped around his shaft and guided it past her labia. She sat upright and rested her hands against each of his pectorals to steady herself as she began to swing her hips forward. Her motions were full but slow; she wanted to enhance her own pleasure as much as possible but knowing it was his first time meant she was cautious about setting him off early. In her mouth, she felt that he might be bigger than her husband but feeling it inside her cunt she was really aware that he was thicker. She wasn't sure he was much longer but his girth meant his penis filled her so completely that any motion she made was that bit more pleasurable than with Malcolm.
