Something inside stirred as Amy watched Tony nervously drop a sugar cube into his steaming hot tea.
"Yes," Tony stammered, "it's my eighteenth birthday."
Amy felt body tense, as she realized that the day she had been preparing for had finally arrived.
She never let her eyes waver as she lifted the teacup to her mouth, slowly pulling it towards her lips.
She watched as his eyes shifted across her body. She could see his pants jump every time his eyes crossed her breasts. How long could she torment him like this?
She leaned forward to put her tea down so he could have a better view.
"Tony, give me you hand," she held her hand out to him.
He looked at her, slowly extending his hand.
His hands were sweaty, but very soft, almost feminine. She ran her fingers between his gently guiding his hand to her breast.
"How does that feel?" she pushed his hand into her shirt, over her nipple.
She watched him swallow the lump in his throat.
"It feels good," Tony closed his eyes. "I've, I've never felt anything like it."
She watched him as he soaked in the ecstasy of touching her. His hands rubbed over her best softly, his fingers brushing against her nipples.
She unbuttoned her blouse, and dropped it to the floor.
"Hold on Tony," she said with a heavy breath as she reached around her back and unsnapped her bra, "this will be better."
She watched as his eyes were filled with her breasts. She could feel his excitement in the air, almost as if he were ready to explode.
She held up the black lace bra, rubbing it gently against his cheek.
"I bet you like this better off of me don't you," she felt his hands reaching out over the table to cup her breasts.
"Yes ma'am, yes I do," she felt him squeeze her breasts tighter and tighter, her nipples pressed between his fingers.
She let the bra fall to the floor and instead ran her fingernails through his scalp, then slowly behind the ears.
"Maybe we shouldn't be doing this," she leaned away.
She watched as Tony tried to talk. He was so cute, his perfectly brushed brown hair, his blue eyes. She feigned embarrassment, attempting to cover her breasts so he couldn't see them.
She watched Tony squirming in his chair, not sure what he should do.
"Can you hand me my bra please," she nodded towards the black bra on the floor by his feet.
Tony looked over at her and then down at the bra.
"Please," Tony stammered, "can we keep going?"
Amy shook her head no and held her hand out.
"I'm old enough to be your mother, and you're still a virgin, it just wouldn't be right," she waggled her hand at him, "now give me my bra."
"Is it me? Did I do something wrong?" Tony slowly started reaching towards the bra.
"It's not you," she proper her elbow into her arm, "my arm is getting tired."
Tony finally reached the bra, and sat back up. He slowly handed the bra out to her.
"You don't understand," Tony looked towards his lap, "It's just that I need you so bad."
Amy paused for a moment, then started to put the bra on.
"What you need is someone your own age, someone who can learn with you. I'm old enough to be your mother," Amy hooked the bra.
She looked over at him, his face sullen. Was she too confident or was he falling into her lap? She couldn't decide if now was the time to make her move.
Tony stirred in his chair, obviously trying to get comfortable. His eyes wandered about the room, trying to avoid her.
"Tony," Amy held her hand out and put it under his chin, "you'll see this is for the best."
Tony moved his head away.
"How can this be for the best? I've never wanted anything like I want you," Tony pushed his chair back and looked at her.
"I've wanted you since I was twelve," he continued, "I'd watch you from my bedroom window as you got the mail. I'd be jealous when I saw you bring a man home, please don't take this away from me."
Tony covered his face.
Amy smiled, her plan was working.
"Tony, you don't understand," Amy reached her foot under the table to touch his, "I'm just an infatuation for you, a boyhood dream that can never be fulfilled."
Tony looked up at her.
"I would do anything to be with you," he looked at her pleadingly, "if you wanted to get married, I'd marry you. Anything."
Amy shook her head from side to side.
"You don't know me Tony, you don't know what I want. Giving me an option to do anything could be very scary for you," Amy tried to sound stern. "You really should find someone your own age, someone who hasn't had their sex life tainted by her years."
"There's nothing you could ask me to do that I wouldn't do for you," his pleading eyes nearly welling with tears, "I would get down on my knees at your feet and worship you until the day I died."
"You don't need to be so dramatic," Amy laughed, he was doing everything exactly as she had imagined.
"I'm not being dramatic," Tony said emphatically, "I'm just telling you how I feel."
Amy bit her lip and looked at him, now was the time. Her stomach felt like she was riding a roller coaster.
"Okay then," she nodded her head at him.
"Okay what?" Tony tried to hide his excitement.
"Ok then, get down on your knees and worship me," Amy smiled, "naked."
Tony's excitement seemed somewhat abated, but he got up and started to undress anyway.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Amy asked him, watching intently as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth hairless chest. He looked so slender. She felt her heart racing as the shirt dropped to the floor.
Tony didn't answer, but reached for his belt and unhooked the buckle. Amy watched in anticipation as the pants dropped below his waist.
She felt her legs dampen as his cock finally sprung free from his underwear.
"You are very sexy Tony," she looked up at him, then down at his cock, slowly falling into it's down position, "do you trim?"
"No, I'm just not very hairy," Tony turned his head, his face turning red with embarrassment. He kicked his pants away and slowly got down on his knees.
"Very sexy," Amy waved him to her with her index finger, "are you going to crawl over here?"
She watched his face intently as he made his way across the room towards her. He must be insanely horny, she thought, to let someone do this to him.
She reached her hand out and rubbed it through his hair when he finally reached her. His cock sprung up as her fingers slowly rubbed him behind the ears.
"Do you like that?" Amy looked down at him smiling.
Tony just nodded his head.
Amy thought about him for a moment. The innocent boy across the street who she slowly pulled in. How he loved it when she hugged him, or bent over so he could see into her low cut blouse.
"I meant what I said," Tony looked up at her, "I will do whatever you want me to. I just want you to want me."
Amy looked down at him, his nude body draped across the floor, then silently stood up and removed her pants, then her panties.
