By Jacob Bard
Having just emptied the dryer, Emma was busy sorting clothes and putting them away when she heard the doorbell. Going to the front door she saw it was her son Rick's friend, William. He must be looking for Rick, she thought to herself. Rick and William were back home from college for the summer. The two had been steadfast friends for most of their childhood and teen years and were now roommates at college.
Opening the door Emma greeted him with a hug and asked if he were looking for Rick. "Yes, maam," William answered, continuing, "I called his cell phone several times and he didn't answer. I figured he was still asleep. I just wanted to get him to go look at a car with me."
"A car?" Emma questioned.
William was excited to explain, "Yeah, since this fall I will start my senior year, dad said he might go ahead and help me buy a new car now instead of when I graduate. My old car is about to fall apart."
"Oh, that's great," Emma responded, "I hope you find one. But Rick's not here. He had an interview for a summer job."
"That's right." William remembered. "He told me that yesterday. When do you think he'll be back?"
"I don't think it will be anytime soon," she answered.
William paused and looked a little uncertain of what to do with himself and the time. "Well, I don't have to be at the dealership for another hour or so, do you mind if I just hang out here?" he asked.
William had spent so much time with Emma and Rick in the years prior to going off to college that it was almost like he lived there too. Anyway, she would be happy to have the company. Since her divorce two and a half years ago, and Rick going off to college, she had spent all the time alone she wanted.
"No, I don't mind," Emma replied. "Come on in and make yourself at home. You know where everything is around here. I'll be in here putting away the laundry if you need anything."
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Emma was in her mid-forties, she had shoulder-length dark hair, and kept herself in good shape. She could have had another man by now but she was independent and had been enjoying her freedom from someone always trying to tell her what to do—like her ex-husband. Still, she did get lonely at times. It would be nice to have her son, and William, around this summer at least one more time before he graduated and moved on with his life.
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Emma had only been back at her chores a short while before William came down the hallway to the bedroom where she was announcing he was bored and didn't want to watch TV.
"You want some help?" he asked Emma.
"Sure, I'm not going to turn down help. You can start by folding those towels," Emma instructed.
William quietly went to work doing an adequate job of folding. Emma glanced over at him and smiled, thanking him for helping. He smiled back and assured her it was no problem. As he folded towels his attention was drawn to Emma every time she would bend over and get more clothes out of the large basket on the floor. She was only wearing a camisole and a pair of exercise shorts—that were fairly short. She was wearing a bra under her top, but still had exposed cleavage and her shorts were tight enough when she bent over he could tell she was wearing a thong. He could feel his dick begin to harden. He had thought she was hot for several years now and had even fantasized about her at times when he masturbated. Whatever erotic feelings he had for her in the past were now flooding his mind and body in full force!
Breaking the silence, William started, "This is kind of a weird thing to say to my best friend's mom, but..." he paused timidly, not believing what he was about to say, "but you are really hot!"
Emma, taken back by the comment, glanced over at him, "What did you say?"
Embarrassed by her surprise and obvious startled reaction to his comment, he tried to recover, "I'm just saying that you are really good looking for someone's mom. That's all."
"What?" Emma responded partially flattered and partially offended.
Knowing that didn't come out right, he shot back, "I mean you're like a MILF! You know." Realizing that didn't sound right either and Emma now looking more offended than complimented, he tried again speaking more slowly, "All I'm saying is that you are really pretty and I have had a thing for you for the last few years. You are so good looking."
Now, feeling flattered and embarrassed for William she responded kindly, "Thank you William. I appreciate that. But I am old enough to be your mother."
"I know," William conceded, "But I am turning twenty-two next month. So, it's not like I'm a kid anymore."
Looking at William as he spoke she had become aware that he was not a kid anymore. He was tall, muscular, and becoming a handsome man. She had also noticed the bulge in his jeans and a stirring in her she had not felt in a while. Still, this was her son's friend, the son of a family friend...." Her mind drifted off as she listened to William explain how he was an adult now, and tried not to keep looking back at that bulge in his jeans.
After a few minutes she conceded that he was a man now, a young man, but a man. They began to laugh and joke as they were finishing up the laundry. However, the laughing and joking appeared to be turning to flirting and seducing. Who was seducing whom was the question—maybe it was mutual. The only thing for sure was one could cut the erotic tension with a knife.