I couldn't believe that my mother had "volunteered" me to help one of her church friends. I barely knew the woman and was just back from a long road trip to a rock concert two states away. I was tired and only wanted to sleep but my mother figured it would be good for me to help her friend move into her new apartment. She had even made travel arrangements that I knew nothing about until she shook me awake that morning.
She drove me the four miles to her friend's house, introduced me to Lisa and promised to bring some dinner over for her when she came by to pick me up that evening.
I remembered Lisa from the occasional visits she'd made to our house and recalled that she was one of Mom's more tolerable friends. I guessed that she was in her early forties, tall-ish, a little soft in the middle with a decent chest, nice, smiling, face and dark brown hair that was cut neatly in a short style that suited her face. Lisa had bright eyes and a voice that was surprisingly high-pitched for her size.
"It's so nice of you to give up your day to help me," she gushed. "My son is on vacation in Florida and I got divorced a few years ago, so I'm so glad you could step in at the last moment. Another week and you'd be back at college, or so your Mom said."
I nodded and stifled a yawn. I looked around the room at the endless line of unpacked boxes. "What do we need to get done?" I sucked up the situation and tried to put a brave face on it.
Lisa explained that she was looking at each box, determining what needed to be unpacked immediately and what she could put away for another day. Once she had done all of the marking of the boxes, I could carry those to her spare room, but could I please put together her dismantled beds in the bedrooms for her first?
Thankfully she had some decent tools and I had a good idea how the reconstruction should go. I managed to get both of the beds built and went back to see how she was getting on with sorting out the boxes. Lisa explained that she'd color coded the boxes by room and could I move them for her. Before I started she offered me a soda from the fridge and said that she was going to drive to a local home improvement store to pick up a few items she needed. She would get something for lunch while she was out and bring it back for us.
When Lisa left I set about moving the boxes to the rooms she'd designated. I stacked them up as best I could to save her space and hopefully still see the contents when she got around to unpacking. Some lace caught my eye as I moved a box of clothes into her bedroom. When I set the box down I opened the cardboard flaps and looked in. A large pile of underwear was under a couple of sweaters.
Unable to restrain myself, I pulled out a pair of white panties with lacy edges. They looked a lot sexier than I'd imagined Lisa would wear and I delved into the box again. When I pulled on the strap of a black bra something came out of the box with the bra and fell to the floor. I looked down and saw a large black vibrating dildo.
I smiled and picked up the cock shaped dildo. I figured it was about eight inches, definitely bigger than my cock. Back then I'd never handled a sex toy before and it surprised me that it felt softer than I'd expected. Obviously worried about being discovered discovering her secret, and possibly conscious that I was holding a cock, I quickly returned it and the underwear to the box, hoping that I'd arranged things pretty much the way they were.
I finished moving all of the boxes in less than an hour and got another drink from the kitchen. Lisa's TV wasn't hooked up yet so I didn't really know what to do with myself until she returned. I sat on her sofa and stretched out. I probably yawned a few times before I fell asleep.
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I was dreaming about a hot girl from college. We were on a beach somewhere and her hands were running all over my shirt, occasionally teasing me by running her fingers across the bulge in my shorts. It was a familiar dream as I'd had my eye on the girl for all of the last semester. I was just lying there on the sand, enjoying her hands as they moved, watching her face smile down at me and feeling her fingers inch inside my shirt.
When I woke Lisa was back, sitting next to me on the sofa with her hand gently resting on my chest. Realizing that I'd been asleep, I sat up quickly and her hand fell away. There was a feint look of shock on her face and it dawned on me that some elements of my dream might have been more real than I imagined.
"I'm... I'm sorry." Lisa stuttered slightly, adding to her shocked reaction. "I was... just making sure you were comfortable."
I must have looked skeptical of her explanation, because she suddenly looked worried. "You don't believe me, do you?"
Lisa was still sitting on the edge of the sofa. As I pieced things together I was reasonably sure that she'd been rubbing my chest while I was sleep, but wasn't certain about anything. "I don't know. I was dreaming... were you touching me?"
She looked a little flushed now but maybe something in my tone was unthreatening because she admitted, "Yes, I was." Lisa looked further down my body and my eyes followed her to the bulge on my jeans – my normal waking state. "It was hard to resist, you looked so... hot."
I shuffled on the sofa a little, trying to minimize the bulge, but losing the battle. "I didn't touch you there." She was defensive now, then demure. "I wanted to, but... I didn't want to wake you."
It was one of those moments that you look back on later and realize things could have been so different.... there I was with one of my mother's friends, her admitting that she wanted to grope me, and me not really knowing what to say. Thankfully, I said the right thing. ""Sorry I fell asleep. I was so tired. Hope you don't mind. And..." I looked down, "sorry about that."
Lisa lightened a little and her hand came to rest on my arm. "It's okay. I know how you young boys are. It's only to be expected that you wake up like that."
"Well, it's a bit embarrassing." I tried to look bashful, even though I knew she was the one who should be ashamed.
"No, no, no." Her hand rubbed the top of my arm. "You shouldn't be ashamed. It certainly looks like you have nothing to be ashamed of. Not if that's anything to go by." She motioned with her head towards my crotch.
Lisa's hand moved to my chest as she looked down my body, back to the bulge. She made a big sigh and asked, "You wouldn't like to show me, would you? It's a long time since I've seen one so young and virile. You never know, it might bring back some old memories. Would you show me?" She looked back at me.
I nodded, my mouth suddenly dry. "Go ahead." I invited. "All yours."