Authors note.
First of all, I want to thanks everyone for all of their amazing comment s about my last submission (My sister's new bathing suit). That was my first submission to Literotica, and my first attempt at writing in many years.
I want to apologize to everyone for the sloppiness of the writing. Believe me, if I had known that it was going to get so much attention, I wouldn't have thought twice about getting an editor.
For this submission, I was lucky to get a good editor. His pen name is Lord McCord, and his help was invaluable.
I'm not going to reedit my previous submission; even though Mr. McCord assures me that it wouldn't have required much editing. I think that I will leave it as a monument to my intractability, and stupidity.
Thanks again for all of your comments and e-mails, both good and bad, they are greatly appreciated.
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My life was very typical. I'm a forty-year-old mother of a teenage boy. I could have been one of a million housewives, except that, a few years ago, my husband left me for a younger woman.
The divorce devastated me; left me a wreck. If not for a couple of good friends that picked me up and got me back on my feet, I'd be about three hundred pounds, wearing housedresses.
I was put back on the straight and narrow, and I redirected my energies into more positive pursuits, other than watching the shopping channel, eating bags of chips. In other words; they got me a gym membership and a job.
Not that I needed the job. My divorce settlement was quite generous, but having the job really helped me get a more positive image of myself.
Between the gym and diet, I was able to get down to my pre-marriage weight, and I even dropped a few extra pounds after that. Not having a sex life sure gives you a lot of energy.
Having a man would have been great, but there are not a lot of opportunities for a forty-year old mother of a teenage boy. I've been fixed up, introduced and been blind-dated without success.
So, I resigned myself to a life of boredom and celibacy; but, sometimes, the fates have other ideas.
My life, while boring, was not tranquil. Between work, looking after a teenage boy, and trying to get to the gym, my life was pretty hectic.
My son, Andrew, is a good boy. He does well in school and is a fairly good athlete. Wrestling and lacrosse are his passions, and there always seems to be a herd of teenage boys in my house, eating all of my food.
Of all of Andrew's friends, I like Roberto, his best friend, the most. Roberto is just a little older than Andrew (just turned eighteen) and, as I like to kid him, a
Latin Lover
. Whereas Andrew has just one steady girlfriend, Roberto seems to have a new girl every couple of months.
This school year has been a new phase in the two boys' lives. They've become young men, both emotionally and physically. Maybe it is just all of the wrestling workouts, but they have certainly blossomed.
Especially Roberto.
I've known Roberto for a couple of years now, but now I've noticed that my eyes linger on his body longer than they should.
My God
, I thought,
I've got a crush on a teenage boy.
Andrew and Roberto lift weights in my basement and then come up, shirtless, to get drinks for themselves. It's all that I can do, not to stare at this young man and drool.
At this time, I also noticed a difference in Roberto's attitude toward me. He has become two different sets of Roberto. It started right about the time I was doing my own physical transformation, losing all that weight.
When my son was around, Roberto was his usual respectful self but, when Andrew was away, he became a flirt. It was very innocent at first; a simple remark, a smile, a compliment. But his remarks became more sexual as he grew braver.
Months ago, he would tell me that I was the prettiest mom he knew. I bent over in front of him lately, and the comment was "Wow, Mrs. Teller, you really have a great ass!"
I'd like to say that I discouraged his advances, but I'm ashamed to say that I welcomed them, in a way. He was a very handsome boy, with a great physique, and I deluded myself into thinking that it was just innocent flirting.
I didn't help the situation by being a bit of a tease. I was wearing tight jeans on the day of the comment, and I intentionally bent over in front of him. I wanted to see if I would get a reaction. I got what I asked for. Besides, he was paying more attention to me than any man had in years.
About a month ago, things took a dangerous turn.
"Mrs. Teller," Roberto said to me. Andrew was in the shower. "That's some outfit you have on." I was wearing a regular white shirt, but I had undone enough buttons to show some cleavage, and my skirt was definitely business attire, but tight, and the slit on the side was high on the thigh.
"This is a business suit," I corrected him.
"It's not the suit that makes the woman; it's the woman who makes the suit. And you are some woman!"
"Oh, Roberto," I blushed, as I tried to squeeze past him in my cramped kitchen. "Shut up." He grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me toward him.
"Roberto!" I squealed, in mock protest. "Would you please cut it out?"
"Why is it that you don't have a boyfriend, Mrs. Teller?"
"You know that I'm secretly yearning for you." Unfortunately, that statement was closer to the truth than I was willing to admit.
"Why should you yearn? I'm right here; ready, willing and able," he said, pulling me even tighter to him.
"I'm old enough to be your mother." I used the classic old and trite line.
"You might be as old as my mother, but you sure don't look like anyone's mother. I've never met any mother that was as hot and sexy as you." His hands went from my hips to my waist; he pulled me up tight against him.
Suddenly, I noticed two things. First, the sound of Andrew's shower stopping and second, Roberto's large bulge in his pants.
The boy was definitely getting excited, and it startled me. I pushed him away.
"Andrew is getting out of the shower," I whispered in a hushed voice.
Roberto was too involved with grinding his cock into me to notice, but he heard Andrew's steps on the floor upstairs and he immediately let me go.
Andrew came down a few minutes later and noticed right away that I was a little flustered.
"Are you OK mom?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "I just have a few problems at work that I've been dwelling on."
"Why don't you quit work?" Roberto chimed in. "And let me take you away from all of this."
I tilted my head to one side, and gave him a poignant
Shut the fuck up
look.
I changed the subject. "Where are you guys going?"
"I'm meeting Dana at the mall," Andrew replied.
"Roberto." I turned my gaze back to him. "Are you being a third wheel?"
"Well, Mrs. Teller, I thought that these young people needed a good chaperone." He couldn't resist.
"Dana has a girlfriend that wants to meet him," Andrew explained.
"Well, alright, call me if you need a ride."
I thought about Roberto after the two boys left. I was conflicted. It felt very good when he complimented me, and I hate to admit it, but it felt pretty damn good when he pulled me close to him.
The erection in his pants though was surely an eye opener. I needed to think about this and take a shower.
I let the warm water soak over me as the events of the afternoon still raced through my head. I thought of Roberto in those tight pants, without a shirt. He had a body most women go to shows to see.
I thought about him holding me close and running his hands all over me.
My God,
I thought,
he's just a boy.
