In the Summer after my Junior year in high school, my parents won an Around-the-World cruise that would take place from June until August. Since it was only a trip for two, that left me at home for the summer. Not wanting me to be bored to the gills at home (and perhaps not burn down the house or anything), they made arrangements with my best friend Bill's mom to let me stay at their house for the summer.
Janet (Bill's mom) was in her mid-forties, but still had a very nice shape to her body and a cute smile. She never really paid much attention to me or pretty much any other friends of Bill's who would come over and play video games or hang out. I have been over at their house so many times that she had quipped that me staying for the summer would not really be a big deal. Her oldest son Todd had just left the house a few months earlier to join the Navy and was on a 6 month tour in the South Pacific, so that conveniently left a room available for me to stay at.
So, a bit about me. My name is John and I just turned 18. I am what my parents would call plump (not fat), and average height. I was not a jock or anything special and never had a girlfriend, though I had plenty of friends that were girls. My only asset was my brain, which allowed me to get good grades and kept my parents off my back most of the time. This also allowed me to spend time with girls as I was pretty helpful with their homework.
A week after graduation, my parents dropped me off at Bill's house. Bill was working a summer job, so Janet let me in and after talking with parents for a few minutes, she guided me to my room to stay for the summer. The floor plan upstairs was L shaped with Bill's room down the hall to the left, Janet's room right as you got up the stairs, and Todd's former room down the right hall.
As we started towards my room, I could hear a peculiar sound, "You are smart, you are funny, you are incredible, don't forget this. Stay positive and things in your life will be positive. And remember dress savvy to be savvy!"
Janet, rolled her eyes and said, "Oh my, that is one of the motivational discs I listen to at night when I sleep. I was at a seminar a few months ago and the presenter gave us these discs saying that listening to them while I sleep can motivate my subconscious."
"Do they work?" I asked.
She shrugged, "Well, I feel more positive and feel better about myself, but don't know if it's due to the discs. I just listen to them now more because the voice helps me fall asleep."
She stepped quickly in her room and shut it off and then took me once again to Todd's room. I had a couple of large duffel bags with clothes and of course all my games and software and other equipment I used. Janet watched me put my stuff on Todd's bed and had a nostalgic look in her eyes as she obviously was thinking about her son. I took notice of the soft look on her face, which I found very attractive compared to the giddy happy persona she usually had.
I gulped and she looked startled for a moment before regaining her composure. "I will let you get settled then," she said before smiling again at me. "Dinner will be around 6pm! Bill should be home around 5 or so too."
Janet closed the door to the room and as I listened to her walk away, I could not help think of that soft look in her face, and I immediately thought of the rest of her body, slim about 5' 5", with what appeared to be C cup sized breasts under her shirt. I was not sure why I was thinking all this, but whatever reason, it aroused me and I was rather amazed that my best friend's Mom could do that to me.
I sat down and was taking my clothes out and placing them in an empty dresser that Todd had left behind and was about to take all my equipment and games out when I started thinking about the self-help discs Janet was using at night. I smirked at that the thought that someone could think those things would really work.
As I thought more about it, the geek in me took over and I thought "What if I could test the discs to see if they really work." A plan began to formulate in my mind, but my focus was more on getting organized that I did not think much more of it that day.
Later that day, Bill came home and he was stoked about having me at his house, we immediately went down to the family room in the basement and started playing games and talking about the school year and our upcoming Senior year.
As we were laughing, we heard Janet yell downstairs "Dinner you two!"
We raced each other upstairs, with Bill beating me to the table with a satisfied grin on his face, while his mother rolled her eyes.
"Good to see you both have an appetite," she said and continued setting out the dinner, steak and potatoes.
"Wow, mom hope you keep making these great meals while John is here," nudging me "usually we eat macaroni and cheese with hot dogs."
Janet blushed and said "Behave Bill!"
"So, why are you dressed up too, mom?," Bill asked.
That is when I first noticed that Janet had on a two piece skirt combo with a generous line between her breasts. I accidentally bumped the table causing the glasses to jingle.
"Be careful John, hope you are not as clumsy as Bill here," Janet giggled.
I laughed and blushed a little, but a thought had crept into my mind "...dress savvy and be savvy...that is what the disc said and Bill mentioned she never dressed like that. Coincidence? That got my mind going again.
We enjoyed the delicious meal and I know there were a couple of times I glanced at Janet's top, being able to sneak a peek of the outline of her breasts in her bra when she was passing out the steak and again when passing Bill the butter for his potatoes. I felt myself getting aroused again and though feeling ashamed, I was curious about those discs.
The next day, I was awakened to Bill running down the stairs to go to work. "Mom, I think I missed the bus, can you drop me off?"
Janet said, "Dammit, fine, I can do that on the way to my office."
I heard them both leave the house joking and laughing. As I heard the car leave, the thought of those discs came to mind again and I ventured out of the room and into Janet's bedroom.
The room smelled of roses, apparently from a perfume that she must be using. It smelled real good and got my mind going, thinking of being with a girl that smelled like that. I shook myself and focused on my task at hand. I opened the disc case and pulled out the copy Janet was listening too. It appeared that she must have gotten a copy from a friend, because it was a Memorex disc, similar to some that I had in my room.
That got me thinking so I took it to my room. I listened to the speaker talk about being positive, smiling, etc. The disc must have been a couple of hours long and just repeated the same message over and over again. I pulled out a disc recorder I had from when I was younger (yes, I am a pack rat) and placed her disc on one side and an empty on the other side. I let hers play for an hour, taking a shower and brushing my teeth as the speaker droned on about being positive, dressing for success, and other stuff.
I stopped the recording and turned off her disc. I then took a microphone in hand and started to recite some stuff I thought about over-night "You are young and vibrant, and feel sexy all over again. What it would feel to be with a man again. If you hear the word 'beanie' it will arouse you. Every time you hear it, you will think of being touched and will build a need to be touched. Your legs will close together, you will bite your lips, your hand may fall between your lap..." I repeated the message over and over again for what felt like forever. When done, I put her disc in again and let it record until the new disc was full. I then snuck back in her room and slid the new disc in her player.
The rest of the day was uneventful, I played games, Bill came home and shortly after, Janet arrived and decided that we needed to go out and get something to eat as she was to tired to cook. We stopped by a local restaurant and enjoyed a nice meal and Bill spent the majority of his time talking about the events at his job and both Janet and I laughed and rolled our eyes as he elaborated quite a bit in his storytelling.
