Kate shook her head, how many times had she asked him to tidy this room?
She hated to go in without his permission, but she'd told Ben that she'd wanted to put a load on but he'd forgotten to bring down his hamper. Kate was trying not to nag him too much, Ben was 19 now, and an adult, but he was still her son, and she'd have to have a quiet word. Best not to involve Steve though, as he'd recently been griping to Ben over the slightest thing and the two weren't getting on.
Kate never really went into Ben's room, as an adult she respected his privacy and gave him some space, something her best friend, Becca didn't understand. She always snooped on her son Lee, poking around in his room while he was out at work, "just in case" she'd said, which had made Kate laugh, in all the years Ben and Lee had been friends they'd never been in serious trouble and Becca had to confess that all she'd found was a few porn mags and DVDs stuffed under his bed. Nothing wrong there, they were young men after all.
Kate emptied the hamper into the basket she carried and began looking around, snatching up a few dirty shirts and stray socks along the way. A pair of jeans stuck out from the bed, God alone knowing how long since they'd last been washed so she seized them and lifted. They snagged on something so she gave a little tug and they came free from under the bed, bringing with them several wadded up tissues.
She couldn't help but giggle as she kicked them under the bed. It was perfectly natural, and people in glass houses...
X X X X X
The car slid to a smooth stop, just off the main road and to one side next to the foot path that headed off to the west. The two men sat in the front, a nervous, tense silence stretching between them until finally the driver spoke.
"You still up for this?"
"Yeah....you?" His passenger responded, his voice trembling with nervous excitement.
The driver only nodded.
"You're sure she's alone?"
The passenger looked at the clock on the dashboard. "We should have at least three hours."
"Cool. Grab the bag and let's go."
With a large black kitbag in hand the passenger followed as the driver climbed the fence and they headed off into the woods.
X X X X X X
As she walked down the hall she glanced at the clock at the far end, 2:30. Her husband wasn't due back until at least half five and Ben was using his day off from the call centre to go into town to meet up with a girl. Perhaps if he got a girlfriend there'd be less tissues under the bed, Kate thought smiling.
She wondered if the fact she'd felt a little flicker of arousal at the fact her son masturbated made her weird. It probably did and she'd keep quiet about it, not even telling Becca, who knew almost everything about her sex life. Not that there was much to tell, in recent years it was just about swapping websites for porn stories and comparing notes on sex toys.
Steve still tried every now and then, and Kate always let him have a go, but in all honesty sex with Steve, which had never been sensational had gotten incredibly dull. He'd only last a few minutes, and like a cliché would roll off and nod off in minutes, leaving his wife to finish herself off.
Despite this, Kate's own sex drive had started growing in recent years. Batteries were frequently on the shopping list and she's spend hours online looking at filth or reading dirty confessions and fantasies. Sometimes she didn't even need the internet, her mind was more than capable of throwing up dirty fantasies.
About the yoga instructor that she and Becca visited once a week, about the builders who'd been working down the street a few months ago, about a host of celebrities and athletes. Becca and her would giggle as they'd sip wine and compare notes, both trapped in dull marriages with unimaginative sex.
There was only one thing she'd held back from Becca, and that was the fact that over the last few years Kate had been deliberately and delightedly cockteasing her friend's son.
It had started innocently enough, Kate had been outside during the summer a few years ago, using the rare break in the British weather to catch a tan in a bikini when she'd heard a noise from the house, looking up she'd caught her son's best friend openly ogling her, his mouth agape.
Kate had covered up and been embarrassed, but afterwards she had to admit that it had been rather hot to find a fit young man checking her out, at 42 Kate was a little plumper than she'd been in her youth, and had a few crow's feet, but she still looked good. Her best asset had always been her large, juicy breasts and at 38F she'd always gotten looks from men, but Lee's wandering eyes were the first she'd caught in a while and the fact that a teenager found her hot was a massive ego boost.
Over the coming months she'd caught more and more of his glances and stares, and soon she'd started changing how she dressed. Kate had dug out some of her low cut tops and wore tighter shirts and dresses that clung to her full bosom. The result was noticeable, and Kate began to love the awkward way her son's best friend acted, the embarrassed way he'd look away when she turned to him or the way he'd shift uncomfortably and adjust himself when she leant forward or stretched in front of him, things she'd started doing more and more regularly.
After a while she'd also realized that he liked her big arse too, and so she'd adopted leggings and jeans, and bent over whenever possible. She'd even brushed against him when there was no real need, loving his reactions and finding herself aroused.
Lee was in great shape, a stocky, muscular young man, both he and Ben still played rugby and this kept them fit and strong, and Kate was soon checking him out just as much. He wasn't as tall as Ben, and it wasn't just maternal pride that told her he wasn't as good looking, Ben had big blue eyes and a strong jawline, and since his teens there'd been a string of girlfriends and admirers. But Luke was still a good looking lad, if a bit scruffier and more rugged, he'd grown up from the awkward teenager and was becoming a man, and for months she'd heard rumours on the touchlines at their matches from the giggling girls that suggested he was quite a man.
Kate was halfway down the stairs when the memory she couldn't shake no matter how hard she tried popped into her head.
It had been about four months ago, she'd gotten home early from a day in town and come in through the garage, having parked the car. As she'd walked through the kitchen she'd been about to call out to Ben, who she'd left watching TV with Lee, but the words had caught in her throat when she looked into the living room.
Both her son and his best friend were sitting in front of the large TV, pants around their ankles and gripping their cocks. The sight was quite breathtaking, as she was treated to seeing the cock she'd teased mercilessly in all its glory.
The gossip was well founded, Lee was hung like a beast. His cock wasn't particularly long, around seven inches but it was impressively, captivatingly thick, his hand gripped it but his fingers were stretched around the meaty shaft.
The DVD they were watching was clearly in the MILF genre and featured a busty blonde bent over and getting fucked hard from behind, her big plump arse jiggling as her co-star thrust inside her. Even in her surprised state Kate had appreciated that the woman on screen was a little similar to her, thinner maybe and with fake tits, but of a similar type, a type that Lee clearly liked.
She'd snuck out, hid in the car for fifteen minutes then loudly returned to the house, calling out as she opened the garage door, she'd found the two guys watching TV, a perfectly normal scene, even if they did look a little flushed.
As Kate loaded the washer the image of that big, thick dick came back to her and throwing in the last piece of clothing in she straightened, running a hand across her chest, feeling her firm, erect nipples through her shirt. Not for the first time she imagined herself kneeling before Lee and placing his thick, hard cock between her breasts, tit wanking him until he exploded over her breasts and face. Her hand slid down towards the loose jogging bottoms she wore in the house, sliding inside and entering her knickers to stroke her wet cunt.
Kate glanced at the kitchen clock, still well over two and a half hours to go. Fuck it, the rest of the chores could wait until tomorrow, she was too horny not to masturbate. She slipped out of the shirt, it was tea stained anyway and tossed it into the machine, followed swiftly by her trousers. She looked at her reflection in the hallway mirror, cupped her tits and slowly stroked and tweaked her nipples.
She could only imagine what such a display would do to Lee and how hard that mighty member would get. His infatuation with her had caused her confidence to grow and looking at the mirror Kate felt that in many ways she was far better than the porn MILF the boys had watched, her tits were natural for a start, and bigger.
