Brian Wark was in a little bit of bother, he knew he had a way out and his only option was to take it, so he was. He had been trying his luck with his best mate's mother, he had been under the impression that she liked his surreptitious spots of innuendo, flirty touches, kisses on the cheek. His lewd eye contacts, letting her know that he was up for a bit of fun if she was.
What Brian never cottoned on to, was that she wasn't up for it. And indeed was getting to the point of telling him outright. And today was that day, he had called round to his pal's house knowing full well he wasn't there, but his mother Shelagh was, and alone. So he hadn't been there more than a couple of minutes, when, on the pretext of speaking, he sidled up to her, put his arm around her waist and whispered into her ear. That, they were alone and what did she think about that hey?
Brian squeezed her waist, pressed himself up against her, and hoped, even assumed, that today was the day when Shelagh fell into his arms and they would mad passionate love all day. He couldn't have been more wrong. Shelagh flew at him, she told him in no uncertain terms that was he was after was stupid and childish, that she didn't think of him that way and never would. And, she had added, that if he ever tried this again, she would shop him to her husband, who would drill him into the ground, tell her son, and following that, tell his mother.
This all served to stop Brian in his tracks, and when she told him to go, and never ever to call round again unannounced, or when her son wasn't here. He went away a very young and chastised 18 year old boy. He was also deeply embarrassed, he thought he loved his pals beautiful mother, and thought she had it for him too, to be proved so wrong like that, had hit him where he didn't want to be hit.
So an hour later, after pulling himself together, he went home, he was worried about entering his house in case Shelagh had phoned his mother and told her. "Hi darling," his mom called as he went in. Brian knew he was safe now, he resigned himself to doing what he had been told by Shelagh and behave himself, he had got away with it, no more would be said.
Brian's problem was older women, he had something for them, he didn't know why. All he knew was that silly girls, no matter how cute, sexy or lovely were, just didn't cut the mustard for him, like mature sexy beautiful women did, so what was he to do? "What's the matter Brian, you look down in the dumps?" his mother said. "Oh I don't know mom, I just feel that there is something missing from my life, and I'm not sure what," he told her.
"Oh dear sweetie, come, sit here, tell mommy all about it, you are still my little boy you know," she replied lightly, smiling at him. "Mom, I can't, I'm sorry, but it's a delicate problem I have." "Huh, girls hey?" she prompted. "No mom, it's not girls, well," he said lamely, "not as such." "Brian!" she asked concerned, "it's not boys is it?" Brian laughed, "No mom, it's not boys, bloody hell," he said, "I am not one of them," he said clicking his fingers over his head.
"So what is it then, come on, out with it," she demanded. He looked at her, took a deep breath and said, "Mom, its women, not girls mom, get it? Women, its women." It took his mother a few seconds to understand what he was referring to. His mother knew immediately she was on delicate grounds, the wrong advice here could spoil it forever for him. She knew she could be walking on egg shells, so to speak. "Darling," she said, moving closer to him. "I can understand that, women are more alluring than girls aren't they?" "Yes mom, they are," he said, "I've had 'girl' friends, but it doesn't work, I want an older woman to show me, teach me the way. Prepare me for life at a later date, an older age, do you understand what I'm saying mom."
His mother knew exactly what he was on about,, she had always had a thing for older men when she herself was a girl. Now though, it was young men's butts that caught her eye, older men were not what vibrant women like her wanted. Oh no, it was the fun, the excitement, the thrill, and the outright stamina that young men had in abundance.
Not that Mary Beth had ever stepped over that way, she did have a good friend who had done, and she had regaled Mary Beth of her exploits at the hands of this younger man. It had left her panting and sexually aroused, although she had kept it from her friend. That night in her own bed, she had teased her husband who had promptly turned over and gone to sleep.
Mary Beth had never done the deed, though she would often warn her husband in her head that one day, she would find a young man to 'take care of the business.' And Mary Beth was not thinking that right now, no, she was thinking of how he could find, meet, and even get to know, an older woman worthy of her own son. She knew she was herself still sexy, still attractive, and a vibrant woman. Her husband though seemed to be heading for middle age at a rapid rate of knots.
"I must admit Brian, I can't think of how to get you past your problem," she said, "I don't know any older women who might be tempted by such a good looking stud as you are darling." Brian laughed, "Me a stud! that'll be the day mom." Mary Beth protested, "Don't knock yourself Brian, there are dozens of women who would love to get to know you, get to feel those muscles on your arms," she told him, "You are a big strong boy, and you are my big strong boy too. And, if I might add. If I was twenty years younger, we wouldn't be talking like this sweetheart, we would be doing it!" and Mary Beth laughed long and hard over her words.
"Why would such a beautiful woman, and one like you mom, be even remotely interested in someone like me," he said rather remorsefully. Suddenly Mary Beth felt the earth tremble beneath her feet. Her son had no idea that she wasn't getting what she wanted nowadays from her husband, Brian's father.
Mary Beth, without considering what she was actually saying, said. "Your dad isn't Sir Galahad these days you know, he can't always get out of the blocks, if you know what I mean?" Mary Beth clamped her hand over her mouth. "Oh I'm sorry darling, I shouldn't have said that," she whispered. "I shouldn't speak of your father that way, please Brian, forget that I said it."
