I had no idea what was going to happen when Carl, my son, came home from college for two weeks on spring vacation with a friend. Had I known, I might have done things differently. Might have.
"Mom! I'm home!" Carl yelled as he came in the door.
I was cleaning bathrooms and I hadn't expected him to arrive for another hour, so I was dressed as I always did while I was cleaning, in cloths I should have thrown away ten years before: an old thin, worn-out too small t-shirt and a pair of old, worn-out, way too tight cotton shorts.
"Damn it!" I said to myself.
I was hoping to be done and changed before he and his friend arrived.
I pulled off my rubber gloves and called, "I'm in the upstairs bathroom cleaning. I'll be right down."
My plan was to duck into my room and change my clothes before greeting my son and his friend. Unfortunately, my plan didn't work. Carl came bounding up the stairs, threw open the door and swept me into a bear hug.
When he let me go I looked over his shoulder and got my first look at Carl's Samoan friend, Ao' La'au. He was tall, with the dark Polynesian coloring, except for his eyes which were sea green. He had broad shoulders huge muscular arms, and an infectious smile.
When Carl had told me his name earlier in a phone call; he had also told me that most of the students couldn't pronounce it right, so they all called him Lou. When I asked what his friend's name meant, Carl had laughed and told me that Lou's parents had a quirky sense of humor and it meant "long stick". When I asked why they had named him that Carl had replied with a large grin that I really didn't want to know.
Carl released me and introduced me to Lou. As I shook his hand his eyes scanned down my body, lingering on my breasts (which were outlined by the thin, worn-out shirt I had on) and even longer on my crotch. I didn't realize it until I went to change a few minutes later, but the shorts I had on were pulled up tight enough to cause a camel-toe. As his eyes scanned me, sexual excitement began to tingle between my legs from the thought that such a handsome young man was taking so much interest in me.
I released his hand and said, "Carl, why don't you take Lou to his room while I change?"
Lou grinned and said in his accented English, "No need to change for me. I don't mind."
To punctuate his remark his eyes again scanned down my body, again lingering on my breasts and crotch.
"I really need to change out of these old clothes," I said, as I felt my cheeks heat a bit wondering if he actually liked what he saw.
I dismissed the thoughts as just fantasy. I started down the hall as Carl lead Lou towards his room, then I glanced over my shoulder. When I did I found Lou staring at my ass. He looked up from my ass and locked eyes with me. The tingle of sexual excitement went up a notch as his eyes met mine, he grinned and nodded his head as if to approve of what he saw. When I got to my room my panties were soaking wet.
In my defense, I hadn't had sex, other than with my vibrator, for a long time and had been depressed for most of that time. Carl's father Frank hadn't touched me for 6 months before he left me. That was the year before. Frank had also been telling me for years that I was unattractive so I hadn't had anyone look at me like Lou just did for ages. I was 40 and had never been with anyone but Frank, so after years of being told I was unattractive I had begun to believe it was true. Getting a look like I got from Lou caused all kinds of reactions, emotional and physical.
I changed my clothes and took Carl and Lou out for dinner. Lou proved to be a funny and engaging conversationalist. We talked and laughed for several hours as we ate. On the way home, we stopped to rent a movie. The boys picked out several action movies.
When we got home I made it through the first one before I was ready for bed. I bid the boys goodnight and headed to my bedroom. My bedroom had two doors, one leading to the hall and the other one into the bathroom. The bathroom also had two doors because it was the only bathroom on the second floor, so everyone had to use it. The door leading into our bedroom had a lock on the bathroom side but not on the bedroom side.
As I lay there, I began to think about how Lou had looked at me. Before long I was soaking wet, so I reached into my nightstand, pulled out my vibrator and began to fantasize as I masturbated.
I groaned as I used my pink vibrating dildo, rubbing it over my clit, sliding it into my pussy and soon found myself moaning, "Yes, yes...shove it deeper. Oh yes...oh yes! Oh yes...Lou...!" As I fantasied about my son's young handsome classmate.
I came hard a few minutes later biting my pillow to keep from screaming. I turned off the vibrator and lay still, enjoying the afterglow of my climax as the echos of my fantasy faded. I knew I'd never do anything like what had been flashing through my mind, but like all fantasies, the memory was very nice.
As I put my vibrator away I thought I heard a squeak than a click from the bathroom. I glanced over at it but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I fell asleep that night thinking about how it was too bad I couldn't just follow my fantasy with Lou but also knowing I never would.
The next morning I got up at 8:00 AM to make breakfast. I was dressed as I usually was in the morning, for comfort in an oversized sweatshirt and sweat pants with no underwear. I wasn't worried about anyone seeing anything. Unlike my cleaning garb, the sweat pants and shirt were so oversized and baggy they hid the fact that I didn't have on a bra or panties. Carl came running downstairs at 8:30.
He grabbed a piece of toast and said around a bite of it, "I have to run mom. I've got a summer job interview at 9:00 AM."
"Is Lou coming down soon?" I asked, "Or is he going to sleep in?"
"He'll be down in a few minutes." Carl said, then added as he ran out the door, "He's going to meet me after my interview then we're going to the lake and after that a party at Greg's house. We'll be home before midnight."
Lou walked into the kitchen a few minutes after Carl left.
"Breakfast?" I asked.
"Sure!" He said with that infectious grin.
I cooked him a cheese omelet. He ate it, all the bacon I had cooked as well as three slices of toast. We talked while he ate. He told me about Samoan life and his family, about how everything was very laid back. He talked frankly about his life on the island. As he talked I was very surprised at how open his people seemed to be about sex.
I told him about me and mine, our family and Frank, my ex-husband. When he was done eating I picked up the dishes and started to wash them. I was telling him about Frank and his job, how he worked on an oil platform and would be gone for weeks at a time when I felt something press against my ass and stopped talking as I glanced over my shoulder. Lou was standing behind me, a hand on the counter on each side of me, his crotch pressed tightly against my ass.
