The doorbell rang, and as Janice Reeves got up to answer it she heard her eighteen year old son, Nick, call to her from upstairs.
"Mom, that's gonna be Thomas, will you let him in and tell him to come up to my room, please?"
"Sure thing, Nick," she replied.
She opened the door and there on the other side of the screen door stood Thomas, her son's best friend.
"Hi, Mrs. Reeves!" he said, "Is Nick here?"
"Hi, Thomas, yeah, he's upstairs in his room and says for you to go on up," she replied, opening the screen door and holding it open for him, standing up against the inner door to let him pass.
"Thanks, Mrs. Reeves, you're the best!" he said as he brushed by her. Janice was a little too close, and her big, heavy tits rubbed not-too-lightly across his abdomen as he went by her. She looked up at him and smiled as he walked past her. Janice closed the door and went back to the living room, sitting back down on the sofa.
"He did that on purpose," she thought to herself, "he rubbed across my tits with his stomach on purpose! My eighteen year old son's best friend is flirting with me!" Janice had thought this for the past few weeks, and the more she thought about it and the more contact she had with Thomas, the more certain of it she became. Thomas was flirting with her, the thirty nine year old mother of his best friend!
Just about that time her son and Thomas came down the stairs on their way out of the house. They both came into the living room.
"Bye, Mom," he said, bending over to kiss her on her cheek. "We're going to the movies and then to get something to eat, so I'll be gone for a while." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, then gave her a quick hug.
"Okay, sweetie, have fun but be careful," she said. "Call me if you're going to be too late, okay?"
"Okay, thanks, Mom," he said, then walked out of the room. Thomas was standing there now, smiling at her as she sat on the sofa.
Two days later Janice was just getting home from work, and she walked in the door just as Nick and Thomas were again leaving. It was summer vacation, and while the kids were enjoying their summer off there was no rest for the working world. Janice was no exception in that aspect, but in one she was a nurse and worked rotating shifts, and she was just coming off of a midnight shift having worked all night. She was looking forward to a nice, quiet house with the kids gone so she could sleep all day before having to go back to work at ten PM that night. It was a little after eight AM when she walked in the door, purse in hand, and she was beat. Nick and Thomas were in the kitchen, Nick on the business side of the counter and Thomas sitting on a bar stool on the other side, with Nick putting the last items for their lunch in a bag when she walked in.
"Hi, Mom!" Nick said.
"Hi, Mrs. Reeves!" Thomas echoed, smiling at her.
"Morning, guys," Janice said, walking across the room to the living room and dropping her purse on the sofa, then turned to walk into the kitchen which adjoined the living room. She never used the den much; that was her husband's territory, and even when he was out of town visiting his father - like this week - she hardly ever went in it. She was content to just stay in the living room, relax, smoke her cigarettes, read some, and surf the 'net on the computer.
"You look tired, Mom," Nick said. "Hard night last night?"
"The usual - all the crazies come out on the midnight shift, and last night was more of the same," she said, getting a glass from the cabinet, then pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She walked out of the kitchen and back to the living room, sitting on the sofa as she took a sip.
"Going to the pool, are we?" she asked.
"Yep, we haven't been there yet, so we figured it was time!" he replied, putting the finishing touches on their lunch.
"Bye, Mom," he said, "have a good sleep!"
"Thanks, Nick, I will, and y'all have a good time!" she said as he walked out of the room.
She didn't see either of them before she went to work again that night, and her daughter told her that they said they were going out to eat and then over to Thomas's house for a while.
The next morning Thomas's father had some errands to run around town, so he was up and out of the house early. It was the middle of the summer and the kids were out of school, so he let Thomas enjoy his summer vacation and sleep in. The night before he had asked him if he could borrow his binoculars for a trip to the lake he was taking with Nick and their friends the coming weekend, so before he left the house he left him a note telling Thomas that they were in a box in the top of the closet in his home office.
Thomas got up about an hour after his father had left, stretching his arms above his head and yawning as he woke up. He tossed the covers aside and got up, then walked across the room to the window that overlooked the driveway. Both cars were gone, so he knew he had the house to himself. He walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. He took a quick shower. Then he put on a pair of khaki shorts and t-shirt on before going downstairs to get something to eat.
He saw the note from his father on the table, and after he finished breakfast he went into his father's home office to get the binoculars. He opened the door to the closet and saw several boxes up on the shelf, all of which were out of his reach, so he returned to the kitchen to get the two-step stool. He came back and put the stool in place, climbed up on it, and reached for the top box. The box was heavier than he thought, and as he pulled it from the shelf he lost his grip on it and the box fell to the floor, the contents spilling out.
"Damn it to hell!" he cursed out loud as the contents of the box scattered on the floor. "Just what I need! I hope I didn't break any fucking thing," he said, getting down from the stool and kneeling down to start cleaning up the mess.
The first thing he saw was the binoculars in their hard case, so he picked them up and set them off to the side. Then he started to pick up the rest of the items which turned out to be old video cassette tapes, most of which were in hard plastic cases but some of which were in their original packaging, complete with pictures of the movie and of the male and female actors on the tape. He picked up the ones in the black plastic cases first and put them in the box, then picked up a couple of the others to put them in the box as well. He instinctively turned one of them over to look at the front to see what the movie was, and he smiled as he saw that it was a pornographic movie.
"So my dad watches porn, huh? Cool! I may have to watch one of these old porno tape sometime" he said out loud to himself, putting the tape in the box and picking up the next one. He turned that one over also, chuckling as he did so, but then he froze and his mouth fell open when he saw the picture of the female actress on the cover.
"Oh, my God!" he whispered, his eyes wide with shock and amazement. "No way...no fuckin' way!" he said to himself as he looked at the picture again. Then he picked up the one he had put in the box, saw that the actress on that one was the same, and picked up two more from the floor. All of them were movies of the same actress, an actress who called herself "Lethal Hooters" and who apparently was famous for the size of her breast, advertised on the box as being - forty two double D's! Even though the picture was of a much younger female, he recognized her right away.
"My best friend's mom was a porn star!" he exclaimed, looking down at the picture of the woman smiling at the camera, cupping her huge breast with both hands lifting them up. They were full, rounded and heavy, sagging just a bit, their torpedo shape making them a bit longer than they were rounded. Her nipples were pale but hard and erect, nearly the size of a pencil eraser, and they were surrounded by saucer-sized areolas that were also pale to the point of not being visible. He stared at the picture for a few seconds more, then jumped to his feet and went over to the DVD/VCR combo beneath the TV set.
"I just gotta see this!" he said, bending over and reaching for the power switches on the TV and VCR. He turned both of them on, then slipped the tape out of the sleeve and shoved it into the slot on the VCR. The picture flickered as the "autoplay" function engaged, and he stepped back to sit on the couch as the movie began to play. He grabbed the remote and fast-forwarded through all of the conversation and plot bullshit that he didn't have the least interest in seeing, slowing the movie down to the normal playing speed once the sex scenes started. He sat there, wide eyed and his mouth hanging open, as he watched his best friend's mom and her huge breast on the screen in front of him.
She was kneeling in front of a guy with a huge cock, gamely trying to get his entire cock into her mouth. She got about half of it in her mouth, working on it with both hands and eventually bringing him to orgasm by jerking him off. Thomas gasped out loud when he saw that she was drenched in the guy's cum.
Thomas couldn't take his eyes off the movie, and he continued watching it until the end, fast-forwarding through the dialogue and watching just the sex scenes. When he got to the end of the movie he stood up to retrieve the cassette from the machine and discovered that his knees were actually weak, and that his hand was shaking when he reached for the cassette. He turned off the TV and VCR, then he began to smile to himself, looking up at the ceiling as a silly grin crossed his face.
"Mrs. Reeves was a porn star!" he said to the ceiling, laughing again.
When Janice came home from work the next morning her daughter was still in bed, sleeping in and Nick was just starting to move around upstairs. She passed him in the hallway on the way to her room as he was heading to the bathroom to shower.
"Morning, Mom," he said.
"Morning, Nickie," she replied in passing, then closed the door. Five minutes later she was undressed and in bed, sound asleep.
Seven hours later she woke up, feeling a lot better than she had when she went to bed. She took a quick shower to wash the daytime sleep off of herself; she would shower again before she went to work. But right now she didn't do all that. After she showered she pulled on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering with panties or a bra, since she wasn't going anywhere except back to work in four hours. She brushed her hair and then went downstairs where she found two notes on the kitchen counter, one from his son telling her that he was at his girlfriend's house and would be home late, and one from her daughter telling her that she was babysitting for the entire day and most of the night, and would also be home late.
"Excellent!" Janice thought, "I get the house and the early evening to myself!" She loved her kids, but as any parent knows you also love the "me time" that you so rarely got when raising them. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself something to eat, just a sandwich for now, and sat down at the counter on the barstool where Thomas had been to eat it. After she finished eating she went into the living and was just about to sit down on the sofa when the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell could that be?" she wondered aloud as she walked across the living room to the front door. She opened the door and was surprised to see Thomas standing there.
