It was her third time reading the same page. Realising that she could not remember a single word Samantha Dalton closed the book and took off her reading glasses. She massaged the bridge of her nose, sighed, and put the book aside.
Her thoughts were dominated by one thing, her young lover Stephen, and everything else seemed to be an interminable waste of time. She leaned back against her pillow, feet stretched out under the covers. She was wearing a white flannel nightdress of a style that her husband David had laughingly described as "granny wear". It was comfortable and warm though, and she appreciated that when sleeping.
Stephen. She had seen him grow up, go through the gangly stages of adolescence, and grow into young manhood. She smiled as she remembered the way he carried himself, the unconscious swagger that he had inherited from his father. That turned her mind to John Prester, an older image of his son, the same dark hair and blue eyes, equal in height but more heavily muscled. David and he had spent a lot of time together in their respective garages, sharing an enthusiasm for cars, and after David's death John still came over regularly to service her Trans Am. She could imagine John as the lead in an Italian drama playing a Sicilian don, the aura of machismo he radiated was palpable. He was a kind man but there was an element of the Lothario in him that she was wary of. Her thoughts then turned to Sophia, Stephen's mother, an imperious copper haired beauty with piercing green eyes. The two women had spent a lot of time together, at the gym, going out for coffee, family barbeques. Of the women in the neighbourhood she could claim to be Sophia's closest friend. She wondered how the redhead would react if she found out Samantha was fucking her son. She sighed again.
The buzz of her phone interrupted the blonde's reverie. Flipping it over showed her who the caller was, and she injected levity into her voice as she answered. "Hello honey."
The voice of Alice Dalton, her eldest daughter, came through the phone speaker. "Hi Mom. I just called to say that Mary and I are settling into camp. The tent went up easily, and the mattresses you had us pack soften the ground enough to sleep on." Samantha laughed at that. On her first school camp she had not taken a mattress and she had barely slept for a week. That was one lesson never forgotten.
"Hi Mom." Mary's voice. "The food is good."
"Then it's improved since my day."
"Mom, everything has improved since your day." Samantha rolled her eyes at that, some of the best things never changed.
"And you guys are behaving yourselves? You're not causing any trouble?" A chorus of no's from her handset. "Alright then. Be good. Remember I love you both."
"Aw Mom." The two girls made gagging noises, but Mary's voice followed. "We love you too Mom, sorry about leaving you home alone for a week."
"It's okay honey. I have a book or two to read, I'll do some swimming, and I'm sure there's housework that needs doing." She could imagine her girls rolling their eyes at that.
"That's way too exciting for us Mom." Alice was speaking. "We'll call you every night to tell you how the day went. Tomorrow we have a hike through the forest, looking at trees."
"That sounds like the kind of thing you'd see in the forest." Samantha deadpanned.
"Yes Mom, we know Mom."
The two girls spoke together. "Goodnight Mom. Sleep well. We love you." The line went dead, and Samantha sat staring at the blank screen, a soft smile on her lips. She loved those two more than life itself.
*****
The phone buzzed again, and this time the number was unknown. Samantha suspected she knew the source though, and her suspicions proved correct as she accepted the call.
"Good evening. Samantha speaking."
"Hi Samantha." Stephen's voice, and she made the mental shift from mother to lover. It was something she had learned with David, ensuring that while she provided for her daughters as a mother, she didn't neglect her husband as a wife.
"Stevie, sweetie. How is my favourite man?" Samantha glanced at the time. She had gone to bed early, and it was only quarter past nine.
"I kept thinking about you, and about earlier." She fancied she could hear excitement in his voice. "I was just laying here and something came up."
"Ooh." Samantha's pulse quickened. "A lovely thick hard something?"
"Yes." She smiled at the thought of her young lover laying naked with his rigid cock thrusting up. "It just seems to be so inspired by you that it doesn't want to go down."
"Have you tried... um... relieving the pressure yourself?"
"Yes... but... it didn't help." Samantha's smile broadened. Thank heavens for the insatiable sexual appetite of youth.
"So you're lying there, naked, stroking your big hard cock for me?" She heard his muttered assent. "Thinking of me, my naked body, spread open so you can impale me on your big hard cock?" She drew out the last words in her sentence as much for her own enjoyment as his. Being his object of lust was incredibly arousing. She pulled her gown up to her waist, then pushed her briefs to mid thigh giving her fingers access to her pussy. He grunted his agreement and she went on. "You want to impale my tight little pussy... my tight little cunt on your big hard cock?" He groaned. "Stevie sweetie, I have my fingers in my cunt, and it's so wet thinking about your big hard cock being forced into it, making me scream because I'm so fucking tight and you're so fucking big." She inserted two fingers into her dripping slit, her thumb finding a familiar position beside her clit. This was another game she'd played with David, something to console them both when he had had to work late, or had to be out of town on business. "Keep stroking that big cock sweetie. Think of my tight dripping cunt taking your cock... your big head so deep inside me... using your naughty little slut... your cum hungry naughty little slut..."
Stephen groaned again, "oh God Sammie, I'm going to cum."
"Yes baby, pump that sweet cum in my tight little slutty cunt." She heard his grunt, and could imagine his cream spurting over his belly and chest. That thought pushed her over the edge, and her hips rose and fell as she orgasmed. "Oh God."
Samantha slumped back against her pillow. "Are you still with me Stevie?"
"Yes," his voice was hoarse. "That was... intense." Samantha giggled.
"Have we relieved the pressure?" She heard his tired chuckle.
