Tim took the porn video Miriam and he had been watching back upstairs to his closet. It was still hard to believe less than thirty minutes ago he was fucking the woman of his fantasies, who also happened to be his mother's best friend. What would Sandra, his mom, say if she found out? Honestly, he didn't care. The way he felt right now, any consequence was worth the experience.
He lay on his bed, closed his eyes, and pictured how Miriam looked as she gave herself to him. The way her petite body was positioned between his legs as she sucked him, watching as her large breasts swung freely drove him mad with lust. And the way he tried to prevent placing all of his weight on her because of her size, only to have her grab his ass and pull him even harder into her like she couldn't get enough, was giving him another erection. He knew he had to see her again, and soon.
As Miriam pulled into her driveway, she was also thinking about what had taken place during the past hour. She could still feel the tingle between her legs that had been missing in her life for so long. Her ex-husband, Hugh, had been a lousy lover. Many times he had left her feeling sexually empty. It was always the missionary position, and always over within a few minutes. He never cared whether she was satisfied or not, as long as he got his rocks off. Hugh was a user and a loser, and her only regret was not divorcing him sooner than six years ago.
Miriam had been aware of Tim's attraction to her for a long time, but until now had never acted on it. First, he was her best friend's son, and secondly, there was the matter of age difference, she was 49, and he was 20. Still, during the past year she had a recurring dream with only slight variations. In her dream she was still married to Hugh, and as usual their lovemaking had consisted of him rolling on top of her, humping and grunting for a couple of minutes, climaxing, and going right to sleep. But suddenly, Tim would be standing at the foot of their bed wearing only his jockey's, and holding two pieces of nylon rope and a roll of duct tape. "What a waste," he would say, as he moved closer to the bed.
"Tim, what are you doing here?" she would whisper.
"I'm here to teach this jerk how to really pleasure a woman."
Tim would shake the startled Hugh Bailey awake, and before he realized what was happening, find his hands and feet securely fastened to the bed with rope.
"What the hell are you doing?" Hugh would say, as he struggled to free himself.
"You've denied your wife the pleasure she deserves for years, and now I'm going to show you how it's done."
"I'll smash your head in, you little shit," Hugh would yell.
"Yeah, yeah," Tim said. "You just watch and learn, okay?" In this dream, Miriam would be both frightened, and extremely turned on by what was happening. Frightened, because she knew Hugh was capable of violence, and yet turned on at the thought of what this young man planned to do to her.
Tim would then slip her nightgown over her head, revealing her large firm breasts. Hugh only stared in disbelief as Tim gently kissed one breast and then the other. A slight sigh escaped her lips as her large nipples hardened in response.
"Don't let him do this!" Hugh shouted.
"I'll tape your mouth if you don't shut up," Tim said, as Hugh continued struggling to free himself.
"He doesn't suck your nipples like this, does he?"
"No" Miriam would say, as she looked at her husband with scorn, "he only thinks about himself." To have this young man simultaneously defending her and giving her pleasure was extremely erotic.
Miriam usually woke from these dreams at the point where Tim held her legs apart and pumped into her furiously, while Hugh struggled and growled with rage. Her panties would be soaking wet, and often she would find her hand between her legs where she had been caressing herself while still in the dream.
She stepped out of her Lexus, locked the doors and went inside. She stopped long enough in the foyer to observe herself in the full length mirror. Not bad for a 49-year-old gal, she thought. She gently ran a hand through her short auburn hair.
Miriam slipped out of her jacket, took a bottle of water from the fridge, and stretched out on the sofa. She knew she had to see Tim again, and soon.
Tim slept until the sound of the garage door opening awakened him. He glanced at his digital clock and saw he had been asleep for nearly two hours. He heard his mother come in the side door from the garage into the kitchen.
"Is anyone home?" Sandra called. He could hear the sound of packages being stacked on the kitchen table.
"I'm upstairs," Tim yelled. He was siting on the side of his bed still trying to get fully awake.
"I see the package Miriam left for me. That was sweet of Miriam to do this," Sandra said. Tim smiled to himself while thinking his mom had no idea how really sweet Miriam was.
"Tim, come down here so I can talk to you. I hate shouting back and forth."
"Okay"
He walked into the kitchen and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek. "How was your shopping trip?" he asked.
"Wonderful," Sandra said. "There are so many great sales going on, I wish you had come with me. I got you a couple of new shirts to take back to school."
"Thanks mom"
"I'll bet Miriam was glad to see you. She has always liked you a lot."
"I think she was glad," Tim said, as he poured himself a glass of milk.
"I'm going to take some things upstairs and put them away, and then I'll make dinner. Does Lasagna sound good to you?"
"It sounds great, mom"
Sandra turned as she reached the stairs."You know I feel sorry for Miriam sometimes. She lives all alone in that big house. Oh, I know she has friends and keeps busy with community work, but I worry about her getting lonely at night." Sandra moved up the first few steps and stopped. "Tim, I just had a wonderful idea. Let's call Miriam and see if she would like to join us for dinner. I know it's short notice, but if she doesn't have plans I'm sure she would come. And there will be plenty of salad and lasagna. I'll simply add an extra few bread sticks. What do you say?"
Tim couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mind alternated between the excitement of seeing Miriam again, and the question of how she would respond to him around his mother after what they had done.
"Tim, are you listening to me?"
"Yeah mom, I must have been daydreaming." Would his mom be able to guess by the way he and Miriam looked at each other? And if she found out would she hate Miriam and dissolve their friendship? It didn't matter. Sooner or later he would be in the presence of Miriam and his mom at the same time, so it might as well be now.
"Okay, yeah, I think you should call her, mom."
"Great, I'll call her as soon as I put these things away." He was pouring himself another glass of milk when he heard Sandra's muffled voice from upstairs. He knew she was talking to Miriam. He felt his heartbeat quicken. He couldn't make out the conversation, but he heard his mother say goodbye.
Tim was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when she came around the corner. "Well?" he asked.
"Well, what?"
