She lay there on her bed with the covers down by her feet. It was a warm Saturday morning in May. The warm breeze through the open window was gently lifting the sheer curtain. She felt sleepy, lazy, and maybe a little sexy. Janet Robinson was a 43 year old woman. She'd been divorced for over 6 years and had not enjoyed sex with another person even once during that time. She told herself, she didn't need it nor did she want it. There had been a time when she was very passionate. It didn't take but a few passionate kisses and she would become aroused and filled with desire. But 18 years of emotional, physical and sexual abuse quenched that fire and these days, she didn't think much about it. There were also the messages that she carried inside. Men want only one thing. Sex is dirty and disgusting. The abuse and the childhood messages had left her with very little interest in sex. Oh there were occasions when she would fantasize about a lover and on rare occasions she would give into these fantasies and take herself with her hand. She would always feel very guilty and mentally punish herself for days after.
She was still a beautiful woman. Her reddish brown hair stylishly cut framed her stunning face, which was accented by quite extraordinary large, clear blue eyes. They were eyes that one young man in college had told her you could get lost in. Her figure could be described as voluptuous. She was a little heavier than ideal, but still had a thin waist a firm behind and magnificent breasts. She was aware that men admired her figure, particularly her large breasts, but she really didn't care anymore.
Although she didn't want to, she knew that she had to get up and fix breakfast for her son's two friends, Josh and Sam who were home from college for Spring break with her 18 year old son Ronnie. Ronnie had to leave early along with his older sister to spend the day with their grandmother who lived in a small town about 2 hours away. vacation.
She didn't really know why she feet sexy this morning but she did. In fact all of a sudden she felt downright horny. She arched her back and stretched all of the muscles in her body. As she did so she lifted her nightgown up around her neck leaving her basically naked except for her lace panties. She relaxed and ran her hand over her breasts and felt the large pink nipples begin to harden. She continued down her belly and cupped her mound tracing the cleavage, which hid and protected the core of her passion. She wondered if she should, it's so wrong, she thought, but she slipped her panties down to her knees. She moved her hand between her legs, spread the lips of her vagina and felt the wetness at her opening. She pushed her panties all the way off and spread her legs. She raised her hips and gently slipped a finger into her well lubricated opening. It felt so damn good. She began to moan and then . . .what was that? There was definitely a noise outside of her door. The door in fact was open a crack. She quickly pulled her nightgown down, pulled the sheet up and said, "who's there?"
"It's just us, Mrs. Robinson," answered Sam's sleepy voice. "Are you getting up or should we make our own breakfast?"
"I'll be right out" she said, but almost before she finished Sam opened the door and he and Josh walked in.
She had known these boys for some time now and she liked them. It was obvious that they liked their friend's mom as well. She felt a little uneasy however, with them in her bedroom, with her in her nightgown in bed. Furthermore she wasn't completely sure that they hadn't been peeking when she began to finger herself. Her face flushed as she thought of this, but it didn't seem that either of them noticed her embarrassment.
Sam was in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt and Josh the bigger and more mature of the pair had on pajama bottoms and a t-shirt as well. Both boys were nice looking, but Josh could be characterized as very handsome and very well built. Sam was cute. A late bloomer, he still had some baby fat, but was certainly nice looking.
Unfazed by the fact that they were inappropriately in her bedroom, they asked if Ronnie and Carolyn had gotten off all right. It was then that Janet noticed that Josh was semi erect and that there was a small wet spot on his pajama bottom at the place where the end of his penis was.
They asked what was for breakfast, commented on the weather, told a little about their plans for the day and then asked a question, which took Janet totally by surprise.
"Mrs. Robinson, would you give us some pointers on kissing?"
Janet had a joking relationship with these boys and she thought that maybe this was the spirit in which the question was asked. She quipped back "Oh I'm sure you don't need any pointers from an old lady like me"
"No we're serious, would you show us? We heard some girls in the student union talking about kissing and who's a good kisser and French kissing and all that stuff and we don't know much."
Janet suspected that these two, like her son Ronnie had not dated much and did not have a lot of experience with girls. Janet was in a quandary. She knew that it wasn't right to kiss these boys, but she was somehow excited by the prospect. She hadn't been kissed passionately in six years. She used to love to be kissed and kiss back. She had always been told that she was a great kisser.
"All right" she said, "I'll try to give you some pointers. The very first thing is to always make sure that your breath is sweet. So seeing that we all just woke up, let's all three of us brush our teeth."
The boys left and went into the other bathroom. She quickly reached under the sheet found her panties and slipped them back on. She went to her bathroom, brushed her teeth, used mouthwash and sprayed on a little light fragrance. She got back in bed just as the boys re-entered the room.
Janet felt naughty and excited. "Come lie down next to me. Josh you come on this side, Sam you come over here. OK, who wants to go first?"
Josh said somewhat hesitantly, "I will"
"OK" said Janet. "I'll stay lying down here and you show me how you kiss"
He raised himself up on his elbow and then put his upper body over her supported by his arms. As he leaned his face towards hers, his chest pressed against her bosom. She hadn't felt this in quite sometime and this and the anticipation of the kiss excited her. The body contact was great but the kiss was disappointing. He pressed dry hard lips on hers. It was obvious he didn't know what he was doing.
"All right" she said after he finished and laid back. "That was a good start, but let me show you how you might do it. First moisten your lips with your tongue and keep your lips full and soft. Now you lie still and let me kiss you. Then I'll show Sam."
