Sr Staceys Mom

Slut Rose: Stacy's Mom

*Author's Note - This is a standalone story, but if you want more background on the Slut Rose and Slut Spray, please read "The Slut Rose: Origins" and "The Slut Rose: Hammer".

"Bye mom!" Stacey called on her way out the door early Wednesday afternoon.

"You have your cell phone?" Samantha asked. "You're going to be at Catherine's, right?"

"Yeah. I'll be back on Sunday." She didn't want to go. In fact it scared her to go. But Jeremy told her to and she had to do what Jeremy said. She was almost shivering even thinking about him.

Samantha walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She hugged her daughter tightly. "You be careful driving, ok? And call me when you get there."

"I will mom."

*****

"Jeremy, how are you doing?", Samantha answered the door later that afternoon.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Williams."

"Collecting for something?" She smiled warmly. She'd known Jeremy since he was a little kid, watching him grow up with her own daughter Stacey. He lived just a few doors down and he and Stacey were nearly inseparable. Everyone thought they'd get together, date, marry, have kids, and live in the neighborhood for the rest of their lives.

"Yep, it's that time again," he smiled, holding out a pamphlet. "This is for the kids' summer camp."

Jason was always active in the neighborhood, collecting money and donations for all types of causes. Everyone knew when he was coming to your door that he was going to ask for something.

"Well, come on in out of the heat while I go get my purse."

Jeremy lifted his other hand, handing her a cup. "I brought you a smoothie, too. I know how you like them." And, he knew just how much he wanted her to have it.

"Awww," Samantha said, smiling. "Thank you... that's very nice of you."

Jeremy smiled back, his beaming smile one of Samantha's favorites. She really thought highly of him. He was a great kid. Samantha opened the straw and inserted it into the drink as she turned and walked into the kitchen. She pulled her wallet from her purse and took another sip. There was something about the smoothie that was just incredible...

She walked back out, barely able to pull the straw from her lips, she wanted the taste so badly. She pulled money from her wallet and handed it to him.

"Here you go," she said, her lips still around the straw. "Where did you get this? It's absolutely delicious!"

Jeremy took the $100 and slipped it into his pocket. "The Juicery... it was a... special flavor."

"Whew... I like it... I sure hope they keep this flavor around. It's got some kind of special something... I can't put my finger on it."

"It's the secret ingredient I added," he laughed.

"What's that?" she said smiling.

He laughed, that kind of playful, flirty laugh that Samantha just loved. "If I told you, then it wouldn't be secret." Just three, little drops of the Slut Oil. It was an expensive product to buy and he hated to waste it. But... he found that when mixed with food, it took a little more to get the perfect, slow boil reaction that he loved so much. But it was definitely worth it. If he'd sprayed her or put the oil directly on her skin, she'd instantly be his. But where was the fun in that? This way... she was going to feel it for a while.

"I guess you've got a point there," she giggled, wagging her finger at him. She stopped for a moment, a little entranced by him. She never really noticed how attractive he really was. He really was a sexy young man.

"Well, I gotta get going. Thanks for the donation," he said, breaking her from her spell.

"You're always welcome Jeremy... thanks for stopping by." Samantha closed the door behind him and watched him idly as he walked to his car parked in the street and drove away. She wondered why he wasn't canvasing the neighborhood this time, walking door to door, but didn't worry about it much.

Her husband, David, was away for the week on a business trip, due back on Saturday... in four days, and Stacey was visiting her friend in college. Evening turned into night and Samantha felt a little strange as she pulled the covers down and slipped into bed. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling as she did get horny every now and again, more and more often lately, but to become sexually excited when she was by herself was different.

She tried to sleep, but her dreams haunted her. She kept thinking of Stacey as a young girl, playing with Jeremy... about Jeremy... Dreaming about him swimming in their pool, his body glistening in the sunshine. She awoke early Saturday morning, before the sun rose, and found it difficult to fall back asleep. After suffering in silence, her fingers found her wetness and tried to satiate the hunger she had.

Her knowing fingers worked her clit so expertly, quickly driving her to an orgasm, her mind pretending that they were Jeremy's fingers again. Then, when the need quickly rose again, she used both hands, fingering her clit with one, and sliding two fingers into her wet hole with the other. In her mind, she saw Jeremy between her legs, licking her pussy. The orgasm was deliciously overwhelming.

It worked for the time being, but she could tell it wouldn't be enough. She couldn't wait for David to get back on Saturday.

*****

At about 10am Thursday morning, her phone rang. She felt her heart leap when she heard Jeremy's voice.

"Hi, Mrs. Williams."

"Wha... Hi Jeremy. What can I do for you?" She felt her heart flutter a bit at the sound of his voice and it scared her a little. She couldn't believe how much she'd started thinking about him lately.

"I think I dropped my Worry Stone when I came over yesterday and was wondering if I could come look for it. I know it's kind of silly, but it has sentimental value."

"I can look for you if you'd like," she suggested. "Maybe Stacey can bring it over Sunday."

"Can I just come over? It's on my way..."

Samantha felt her pulse race a little more. It gave her a little flush to think about seeing him again. "Uh, yeah sure. That's fine."

"I'll be there in a minute." And with that the line went dead. And Samantha found herself waiting by the door for him.

A minute later, she looked out the window and saw him searching the yard and the front porch. He would bend over, looking close to the ground and she found herself looking at his ass... longingly. If only she was twenty years younger. He finally stood, came to the door, and rang the bell. She blinked awake as if in a daydream and found she was absentmindedly sucking on the tip of her finger. She opened the door and stood back to let him in.

"No luck?" she asked, almost panting.

"No... Do you mind if I look here by the door?"

"Sure... sure," she said backing up a little more. Her heart was racing and she found herself looking at his ass as he bent over. She felt flushed and light headed for a moment.

"Here it is," he said, reaching behind a small table beside the door. He stood and turned with the stone in his hand, meeting Samantha's eyes. She smiled at him, sweating and a little shaky. "Are you ok, Mrs. Williams?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry... I'm not feeling well today. I'm ok, though."

"Oh. Okay, because you looked a little shaky to me. Are you sure you're okay? Is there anything I can get for you?"

"No... I'll be fine," she said, looking away from him for a moment, embarrassed. She turned her attention back to him. Damn, the guy is hot. Stay focused, she told herself. Just stay focused. "Really, I'm fine. But thanks."

"Okay. I got another one of those smoothies, it you want to just finish it."

God, Samantha thought. Even his voice sounded hot. No, she told herself. No. She mustn't think like that. Without even thinking, she grabbed the offered cup and took a quick sip. The pleasure that suddenly flowed through her was intoxicating and she closed her eyes a moment to enjoy it.

"Well, I gotta go. I'll see you later. Thanks again, Mrs. Williams."

"You're welcome hun," she said, opening the door for him, barely able to take the straw from her mouth. "You're welcome here any time."

She watched as her young neighbor walked down the driveway, but she couldn't bring herself to look away. She couldn't take her eyes off him. Damn, she told herself. Damn, he was hot. She finished the smoothie rather quickly, the flavor was just so delicious.

That day working around the house, Samantha found it hard to keep her mind off of her young neighbor. Sure, when she had a task to do, when she had something to concentrate on, she did fine, but when there were moments of quiet, her thoughts seemed to keep coming back to Jeremy. She knew it was wrong but her thoughts kept coming back to him and how hot he looked. She felt the strong urge to masturbate, but just couldn't bring herself to do it.

Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. She was married and he was young enough to be her son.

*****

But that wasn't stopping her. The next day was even worse. She seemed to be perpetually wet and it was all because of Jeremy. Well not really because of him, she told herself. It was because of the thoughts she was having about him... the dirty... sexy... kinky... thoughts. Thoughts that a woman her age should not be having about a young man his age... her daughter's age.

She was undressing him in her mind. She'd never seen him naked, of course, just down to wearing his bathing suit. So there were parts that she had to fill in, but still, she was undressing him in her mind, and she liked it.

*****

Saturday night finally rolled around and she drove to the airport to pick up David. She was so happy to see him, hoping against hope that he could get all thoughts of that boy out of her mind. Maybe he could fuck those thoughts right out of her, she wondered as she walked to the baggage claim. She envisioned pulling him into the bedroom and taking off her clothes. Then she'd lay back on the bed, seductively, luring him into fucking her. In her mind, she looked up his body and saw Jeremy smiling down at her and she shivered. She wanted him so badly.

"Sam!" David called, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"David," she said, running up to him and throwing her arms around him, kissing him.

"Wow," he said after a moment of endless kisses. "What a nice homecoming! How are you?"

"I'm fine," Samantha said, smiling. "Missed you though," and the woman truly meant it. Maybe now she could finally get the thoughts of her neighbor out of her head.

"I missed you, too," her husband said. "I hate these damned business trips."

Samantha hoped that her husband coming home would make the fantasies end, but she soon learned the truth. If anything, it seemed as if the fantasies were getting even more pronounced. She was having a hard time thinking about anything else and now she was even thinking about what it would be like to slip between Jeremy's thighs, about sliding his cock between her lips. She wondered what he'd taste like, how his hardening cock would feel in her mouth. She wondered how his cum would feel splashing all over her face and chest as she knelt before him, jacking him off.

This was getting bad.

*****

Another early Friday evening rolled around and David was upstairs showering from his extra long day at the office. Stacey was in her bedroom, watching a reality TV show with the sound on too loud, a male vocalist blaring out his lyrics, when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Samantha said and walked down the stairs, wearing the hip-hugging dress that David loved so much. She opened the door and stood in shock when she saw Jeremy. She knew he was there for Stacey, but just couldn't speak.

"Can I come in for a second Mrs. Williams?" He was holding another smoothie and her eyes quickly moved to it. She felt her pulse racing as much for it as for him.

Samantha finally came to her senses and she stood aside to let the young man enter. "Sure... sure... I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," she said. "Stacey's upstairs, and David will be down in a few minutes. We're going out..."

"Then we don't have much time," he said, handing her the cup. She took it with even thinking and took a quick sip.

"What?" She shook her head, caught off guard, wondering what he was talking about. She took another quick sip and felt the pleasure flow over her, warming her body, making her nipples ache and her pussy tingle.

"I said we don't have much time."

"Time for what?" she asked, her tongue stroking the straw.

"You know...," he said.

Samantha stood, puzzled, breathing hard from the look Jeremy was giving her. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. His face held so much unabashed desire for her.

"I know you want me," he said softly. "I'll bet you've been thinking about me all week long, haven't you?"

Samantha couldn't help but gasp. "How did you... How did you know that?" she asked.

"Come on, Mrs. Williams. Everyone knows that the women your age just love hunting down boys like me to fuck. It's common knowledge."

Samantha wasn't sure what to say to that, to any of what was happening to her.

"It's a Cougar thing... So I know you want to have sex with me. You just can't help yourself."

That was wrong, Samantha told herself. It just had to be. She took a final drink from the smoothie and looked at the cup, sad that it was now empty. Her body was so warm now.

"So I guess if David's going to be here any minute, then I guess we need to hurry."

"Hurry?"

Jeremy stepped forward and reached between her legs, cupping her pussy over her skirt making Samantha groan. Her body quivered with need and pleasure instantly overwhelmed her.

"Oh my God," he smiled at her. "Look at you, Mrs. Williams. You're really wet." His fingers slid up and back along her slit, her hips moving slightly to help him.

Samantha grunted. She looked at him, surprised. She couldn't believe this was happening to her... especially right in her foyer. But the pleasure he was generating was overwhelming.

"I think I can make you cum," Jeremy said. "Do you want me to do it? Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Wha...?" Samantha said, her mind hazy with desire. She grabbed Jeremy's wrist, trying to pull him away, but not finding the strength, or the will, to do it.

Jeremy grabbed her skirt with the other hand and pushed his hand beneath it, right onto her panties. His fingers wormed their way under the waistband and onto her hot, wet flesh.

"Do... you... want... me... to... make... you... cum... Mrs. Williams?" he asked softly, punctuating each word with a stab of his finger. Samantha gripped his wrist harder, trying to keep him from ever pulling away. Oh geez, she was so close. It wouldn't take much.

"Is that what you want, Mrs. Williams?"

"Yes," she gasped softly grinding her pussy into his palm. Her clit rubbed against the heel as his fingers probed deep into her wetness, curling against her G-spot.

"Then you have to tell me, Mrs. Williams. You have to tell me you want me to make you cum."

Samantha felt her defenses totally failing. "I want you to make me cum," she whispered hoarsely.

"Come on, Mrs. Williams," he said. "You can do better than that. Use my name. Tell me what you want me to do."

"What?"

"Come on," he said, his fingers pressing deep inside her, then swirling over her overheated clit. "Call me by my name. Do it. I want to hear you cum with my name on your lips."

"Um," she said hesitantly, "um, Jeremy," she panted, "please make me... cum?"

"Oh yeah, Mrs. Williams. That's just what I wanted to hear," and almost as if on command, she felt her pussy clench as she came inside her panties. Her hands held on to his shoulders as her legs buckled, threatening to make her fall.

"Oh fuck," she groaned, trying not to make too much noise. She pulled back a little, absently missing his fingers from inside her pussy. "I can't believe it. I can't believe what we just did. I've got to go get cleaned up."

"There's no time," Jeremy said, smiling deviously, pulling his hand back. "I can hear Mr. Williams coming."

"But..."

"You're just going to have to go out with wet panties," he said.

"But..."

The young man licked the woman's cum off of his fingers. "You know what, Mrs. Williams. I really loved finger-fucking you. I hope we can do it again sometime soon."

Samantha wanted to object. She wanted to tell the boy that it wouldn't ever happen again but the problem was she just couldn't seem to make herself believe it.

David Williams came down the stairs dressed in a suit and tie. "Jeremy," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Williams. I came by to see Stacey."

"She's upstairs in her room." He turned over his shoulder and looked up the stairwell. "Stacey!" he called. "Jeremy's here."

David was surprised at the speed at which she appeared at the top of the stairs. She stumbled down the first step, but then slowed down. "Hi," she said as calmly as possible, but obviously nervous and excited.

"Hi." Jeremey smiled, seeing the need in every move she made, the little quivers, the little panting.

"All right then, we're out of here," David said, grabbing the car keys off the side table.

"Have fun mom and dad!" Stacey called out as the door closed.

Jeremy extended his hand and Stacey quickly snatched it in her own, moving to his side. He smiled. Everything was going exactly as planned.

*****

The next day was Saturday and Jeremy was sleeping in. It had been nearly one o'clock in the morning when he'd finally made it home and besides, it wasn't like he had anything else to do.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was something he wanted to do but it wasn't like he had to wake up early to do it.

He rolled over, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. "Mrs. Williams," he said when the woman finally answered.

"What can I do for you, Jeremy?" she answered, nervously. She wasn't even sure how to talk to him any more.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"What? Um... sure. What is it?"

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Do I what?"

"Or maybe you want me to fuck you... just pound in you like an animal? Maybe bend you over that nice dining room table you have..."

"What?"

"I was just wondering if you wanted to fuck... my cock is rather hard and I was hoping..."

"Um, Jeremy. We shouldn't be having this conversation."

"Why?"

"Because we just shouldn't." He could hear the quivering in her voice. He could almost feel her need and desire... which contrasted so much with her words.

"Why?"

"Because you're young enough to be my son."

"So...?"

"So we shouldn't."

"But you're thinking about me all the time."

"How'd you know... I mean, why do you say that?" Samantha sounded nervous, unsure of herself. Jeremy lay back on his pillows and started stroking himself.

"Cause you don't have any choice."

"Huh?"

"I told you. You don't have a choice. So? Do you wanna?"

"Do I want to what?"

"Do you want to fuck me? Sheesh, you gotta keep up with me here."

The woman said nothing. Jeremy could hear her heavy breathing in the phone. He could almost taste the telltale signs of unbridled lust coming through the phone. Was she fighting the desire to masturbate? Or did she give in already, three fingers buried deep even as they talked?

"Mrs. Williams?"

"What?"

"Do you?" He was getting so excited by this game, knowing that the more she fought it, the stronger she'd be his.

"Jeremy, I... I can't."

"Suit yourself but you know it's only going to get worse the longer you make yourself wait."

"What is?"

"The need to fuck me. It's only going to get worse. And you should see how big my cock gets thinking about you riding it. Do you think about my cock?"

"Jeremy..."

"Hey, don't worry. You made your position clear. Just give me a call if you change your mind," and with that, the line went dead.

Samantha stared at the now dead telephone. Her pussy had never been wetter than it was right then. What was wrong with her, she asked herself. She couldn't be getting this hot and she especially couldn't be getting this wet for the neighbor boy. She just couldn't be getting wet like that.