Simon had been at Andrew's house all day, the two eighteen year olds had been hanging out shooting air rifles in Andrew's spacious garden. The pair walked out of the hot summer sun, and into the cool kitchen of the generously sized four bedroom house. Andrew went to the fridge to pour them both a drink, and swore as he saw that there was nothing but milk to drink in there. He moved across to a cupboard at the other side of the room, and looked inside "Oh bollocks," he exclaimed, "there's no bloody Coke or squash either. We're going to have to go to the garage mate, sorry."
Simon shrugged his shoulders and replied "It doesn't matter mate, we'll just have water instead. Its too fucking hot to walk all the way down there."Just as Andrew was about to answer his mum walked in.
"Alright lads? Isn't it hot, you two must be boiled out in the garden," she said in a cheery manor.
Andrew shut the cupboard door behind him as he replied "Yeah, its a hot one. We just came in for a drink but there's no Coke or anything. Any chance you'd go to the garage and pick some up?"
His mum rolled her eyes and said "No I cant. You'll have to walk down there if you want anything."
"Oh thanks a lot. It'll take us over an hour to get there, and back again. You've got a car, cant you go for us please?" replied Andrew.
All the time this was going on Simon was looking at Andrew's mum just as he had done for months now. He was taking in her curves with the longing that only a young man can have over an older woman. She was around 5ft 5in tall, and had a curvy well covered body. She had short black hair that was cut in the style of a bob, and her smiley face was open, and glistened with perspiration. Her vivid green eyes shone with mischief, and her smooth lips looked moist and inviting. He looked over her from head to toe and drank in her curves inch by delicious inch. She was wearing a simple pair of flip flops, and a pair of dark blue combat style shorts that ended high on her firm thighs. On her top half she wore a plain white spaghetti strap vest top underneath which he could see the lacy top edges of a white bra that held the firm globes of her full round breasts. He could see rivulets of perspiration trickling down into her soft cleavage. Simon knew that they were an E cup because a couple of months earlier when he had been staying at the house for a weekend he had seen a rack with clothes drying on it in the main bathroom on which he had noticed one of Mrs Collins bra's. He couldn't resist taking a look at the black lacy underwear, and had looked at the label to discover her size, and how he had thrilled at his discovery.
"Come on boys, you're young and fit, it'll do you good to have a walk down there" smiled Mrs Collins.
Exasperated Andrew said "Whatever mum. You coming Simon?"
Simon dragged his eyes from Mrs Collins and said to Andrew "I cant be bothered mate, Id rather just have water. I'm not bothered about having anything else". He was doing his best to appear indifferent to the whole thing when in reality he wanted to stay at the house so he could admire the woman before him. In the recesses of his mind he secretly fantasised that if he were left alone with her he would be able to seduce her.
"Looks like I'm going on my own then" said Andrew sounding thoroughly unimpressed.
"Off you pop then. I'm sure Simon can find something to do while you're gone." She beamed, "Wait there a minute, I'll get you some cash, and you can pick up some nibbles for later on," with that she turned and headed out of the kitchen as Simon gazed longingly at her backside.
Raising an eyebrow Andrew said "So what are you going to do while I'm gone?"
Simon turned to his friend and replied "I dunno. Do some more shooting I suppose, or maybe go on the Playstation in the den. I'll be ok". The pair waited for another few seconds before Andrew's mum returned brandishing a crisp ten pound note.
Putting it in Andrew's hand she said "Get some Coke and squash, some crisps and nuts. Oh, and I want some chocolate, you know what I like."
Andrew took the note and said "See you in a while then" as he headed to the front door.
Simon stood in the kitchen not sure what to do or where to go as Mrs Collins walked over to the sink, and poured herself a glass of water. He heard the front door slam just before she asked him "Would you like one Simon?"
He looked round at her and smiled as he replied "Oh yes please, I'm as dry as a camels ....erm."
Mrs Collins laughed at his bashfulness, and said "Camels twat?" Simon instantly went scarlet, and he felt sure that the temperature had just gone up several degrees. She walked over to him, and handed him a tall cool glass, then walked past him towards the door of the room. Before she reached it she stopped and turned to face him. The breakfast bar separated the space between the two of them, and Simon watched as she leant down over its surface. She placed her glass down, and putting her hands palms down on the bars surface she smiled and said "Are you going to come, and join me in the conservatory or out on the patio?"
Simon swallowed hard as he felt his skin tingle at the sight of this incredibly sexy older woman's plunging cleavage. He could clearly see down her top to the round creamy globes of her breasts, a sight that was made even more erotic to him because he could see the lacy edging, and straps of her pure white bra. She noticed the direction that his eyes lingered towards, and looked down to her chest. Looking back up at him she purred "I've caught you staring at those before. You're very naughty." She didn't seem angry, in fact a devilish smile curled at her lips. "Would you like a feel?" she added.
Simons mouth dropped open as he tried to unscramble his mind. Had she really just said what he thought she had, or was this some sort of dream? She smiled again, and teased "Cat got your tongue?. Don't you want to feel them?. You've looked at them often enough, I would've thought you'd love to get your hands on them."
Simon stammered in reply "M M Mrs Collins, are you serious?" He couldn't believe his ears, she had to be winding him up he thought.