And, in fact, he had been observing her approach through the side window after receiving a call from Robert alerting him she was on her way. Robert had reassured Michael that he had "a little talk" with his mother and that she understood "who was boss." He also reminded Michael to be sure and turn on the little hidden spy camera that he had loaned to him for the evening.
Michael escorted Beth into the house and guided her to the living room. He was wearing jeans, loafers and a button up shirt. He politely took the shopping bag from her and motioned for her to sit down on the couch. There were candles everywhere. Multiple votive candles were lit on the mantle and on several side tables as well as the coffee table where he set down the champagne flutes. He began untwisting the wire cage around the champagne cork and, with surprising deftness, Michael eased the cork out so that the pressure was released in a hissing sigh.
With her long legs in the stiletto pumps, the low couch elevated Beth's knees so that her short hem gave the boy a wonderful view of her pantyhose shimmering in the candlelight. Beth felt self-conscious and a bit nervous as he openly studied her legs with a wry smile. She also noted uncomfortably that the outline of a large erection was clearly visible at the front of his Levis and she tried to avoid looking at it as he handed her one of the glasses.
Michael's obvious arousal and the quiet confidence he exuded were daunting and intimidating for Beth. It was clear to her that she was on his turf now and that in spite of their age differences the teenager was the one holding most of the cards now. Nevertheless, she continued to cling to the hope that she could keep the evening casual and platonic so she immediately launched into a series of inane questions asking him about school, sports and high school life in general.
Michael didn't mind her rather clumsy attempt to keep things light and wholesome and he was happy to play along by answering her questions. In actuality, he found her obvious discomfort to be quite a turn-on. The way she nervously chattered away in contrast to his easy aloof demeanor gave him a strong sense of having the upper hand. He felt like a predator of sorts, with the leggy brunette he had lusted after for so many years now his prey.
As Michael sat down beside her Beth couldn't help but notice there was no tv in the room and she wondered if there ever had been any real plans for a "movie date." The candles and couch suggested that, instead of a movie, she was going to be the focus of the evening. Nervously, she kept remembering her son's admonition to be "romantic" and she tried to suppress the notion by asking Michael more questions about his favorite teachers and classes.
Michael gamely made small talk with her but he nonchalantly let his hand fall to his side where it rested between them briefly until Beth felt the light touch of his little finger as it began slowly brushing her leg through the sheer nylon of her hose. The boy continued conversing with her while his fingernail continued leisurely traveling up and down the side of her leg.
It all seemed so surreal and strange to Beth for her to be letting her son's teenage friend touch her like this. She felt dizzy and her heart was racing at a gallop. She wanted to gently take Michael's hand and guide it back to his own lap but, remembering Robert's rebuke, she did nothing and simply pretended not to notice Michael's wandering touch. The last thing she wanted was to risk her son's ire by having Michael report her as acting overly "prudish."
Beth was having difficulty holding onto the thread of the conversation as the boy's roving fingertips kept distracting her. Michael's fingers made larger circles and slowly moved further up her thigh while she did her best to pretend not to notice. She kept stumbling over her words and Michael could sense how nervous and tense she was, which only served to stoke the fires of his own libido. Since Beth was not putting up any resistance, he slid his hand up the top of her leg and began trying to push the hem of the already short dress higher up her thighs. The task was made difficult by how tight the garment was and, of course, because of her seated position on the couch. Nevertheless, the young man was determined to see more of her luscious legs.
Beth was in a quandary. She knew she knew she should pull Michael's hand away, but her son's stern lecture still echoed in her ears and stopped her in her tracks since she knew Robert would be getting a full report from his little friend tomorrow and she desperately wanted to get good reviews. She had always wanted to be viewed as a "cool" mom willing to have a little fun with the boys. She told herself that Michael was just a typical "handsy" adolescent acting under the influence of raging hormones. After all, could she really blame him for taking advantage of the situation? Wasn't he just behaving the way any horny teenager would? He'd surely never been on a "date" with a full grown woman before and wasn't she the one who had practically served herself up on a platter tonight in a short dress, nylons and high heels?
She also genuinely didn't want to embarrass the boy or make him feel self-conscious by pulling his hand away. She felt a sudden pang of empathy for the teenager as he clumsily struggled to tug her tight dress higher. She rationalized to herself that there wouldn't be any harm in showing a little more leg. Besides, it even seemed rather cute how smitten he seemed to be with her and it was flattering to be his private crush. So, rather than fending off his efforts, Beth impulsively decided to follow her son's request to be a bit flirtatious by lifting herself up from the couch and making it easier for the 18-year old to push her hemline a bit higher.
Michael made the most of the opportunity. With both hands, he gathered the material of her dress and pulled upward in a single motion, leaving her dress bunched up around her waist with nothing but her pantyhose left to protect her modesty. Surprised, Beth gave a startled little "oh" and tried to cover herself strategically with her hands, but Michael pointedly took her wrists and pushed her arms back down to her sides, applying a gentle but firm pressure that emphasized he was in control.
Poor Beth felt conflicted, confused and more than a little guilty from knowing that her predicament was one of her own making. She felt dazed and in an almost dreamlike state as her face flushed bright red with the embarrassment of finding herself so exposed with her teenage neighbor. She had only intended to tease the boy a little bit, figuring things wouldn't go too far and now she was beginning to wonder how much trouble she had gotten herself into.
Her deep seated need to please her son was making it difficult for her to disappoint his best friend since she knew Robert wanted her to be "nice" to him. Foolishly, she had assumed her age and her status as a mom would let her put the brakes on if necessary and she hadn't anticipated Michael would be able to so easy dominate her this way. Now she found herself automatically reacting to him as an alpha male and she made no effort to pull her dress back down while the boy enjoyed the sight of her exposed this way.
The pantyhose Robert had picked out for her were of the sheer-to-the-waist variety so that Michael could easily see the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair under the center seam that ran down and disappeared beneath the cotton gusset at her crotch. Michael's cock throbbed at the sight and he mused to himself that he would soon be grinding himself against that little patch if the evening played out as he hoped.
Beth could read the lust in his eyes as the boy ran his eyes over her crotch and she tried to defuse the situation by getting him to focus on another subject.
She swallowed hard and was able to get out "Are your folks out of town for long?"
"Another week," he replied without elaboration. He had other things on his mind at the moment.
"That's nice," Beth responded weakly. Her own breathing was becoming progressively more ragged and labored with the rising sexual tension in the room.
Michael began running his hands up her legs, letting both thumbs extend to probe her crotch each time he reached the top of her thighs.
"Doesn't that feel good, Mrs. Haley?"
"Um huh," Beth murmured, her eyes glassy as her breathing turned shallow.
