"So you just dropped her off at the train station?"
"Yeah... what do you mean?"
Susan Anderson wiped her brow with the back of her forearm, dragging away sweat and clumps of sticky blond hair. The July heat was murder. She sat at the long side of the dinner table, speaking to her son, seated on her right. She took a swig of iced lemonade, the chill slowly spreading within her, as she clarified.
"Well... did you... like... kiss her goodbye or anything?"
"Leave the boy alone," Andrew muttered to her left, at the head of the table, not looking up from his phone. "No eighteen-year old wants to talk about this stuff with his parents."
Susan shot her husband a dirty look that he didn't see. He had been absent from the whole dinner as usual - why was he butting in now?
"It's nothing like that," Seth quickly retorted in a tone that matched his mother's.
"Alright whatever, don't gang up on me now - I don't want to hear about this stuff. I'm gonna call Alex and see what he's up to this weekend."
Susan rolled her eyes at his usual prudishness. "Okay, well don't forget that you're still picking me up from..."
Andrew was already on his call before Susan could finish. She sighed.
"Sometimes I think that dad wishes that Mr Stone would adopt him," Seth muttered, moving his chair closer to his mother's.
Susan couldn't help but laugh out loud, spitting a small amount of lemonade. She tried to recover, "Well... our marriage counselor says that it's good for him to have his friends."
Now just a foot away, Seth dropped his conversation to a more intimate volume: "Friends are great, but it's no excuse to skip out on your woman."
Susan's eyebrows rose, "Wow, what a gentleman."
Seth chuckled, "No seriously. If I were him, I'd be taking you on a date on a Friday night!"
Susan couldn't help but beam, her heart full of pure love, and grabbed his left hand with her right, "Aww... thank you sweetie. I mean it. Penny was a lucky girl - she was giddy every time she picked you up."
"Well, that's because she was looking forward to what happened after the date..." the boy grinned suggestively, his hand now grasping hers as well, eyes fixed into hers.
"Oh, I see. So, is this what you had in mind for this date you're taking me on?"
"I had lots of things in mind. Including helping with that baby you've been trying to have."
Susan laughed in surprise as she playfully slapped his hand away. "That's your dad's job, you rascal!"
Seth chuckled shaking his hand in mock pain, "Well he's not doing a very good job..."
"And you think you can do better, huh?" she asked, while her toes began to flirt with his.
"Yup. I'll guarantee that you'll see that double plus sign before August rolls around. So... wanna hire me?" the boy asked jokingly, but also while placing his left hand on her right thigh, just below the hem of her shorts.
Susan folded her arms in mock anger, her suppressed smile belying her racing heart and frantic toes, as she felt his fingers move playfully on her sweaty, alabaster skin: "I'm not looking to hire right now. Besides, you don't have any experience, buster - you've never even made a baby!"
"Yes I do! I've just practiced with... training wheels on," the teen muttered as his fingers snuck just below the outline of her shorts.
Despite her excitement at the illicit contact, Susan couldn't help but laugh, "Is that what you kids are calling condoms these days?"
"Yeah... get with the lingo, mom."
"Okay... okay. Well, I've certainly seen many 'training wheels' charged to my card..." Susan smiled at him in mocking admonishment.
"Hey, you're the one who taught me to use protection! And yeah... you can't blame a guy for wanting to have some fun."
Susan sighed, as she felt the boy's fingers now caressing her inner thigh. She looked over her shoulder at the hallway to make sure her husband was still distracted. "Baby-making might be fun for a guy like you, buster, but it's all work for us women."
"Well okay yeah at the end, but I'll promise you'll have a whole lot of fun during... the preparations..."
The teen grinned at her, but his eyes looked into hers with a sincerity borne of experience. Susan could hear her heart thudding in her ears. Having watched her baby boy grow into an accomplished lothario with girlfriend after girlfriend over the years, she wasn't new to the concept of his sexuality or her maternal envy. More frightening was the increasing boundary-breaking that both of them were guilty of. Worst of all, she couldn't remember her last orgasm, and the promise of a "whole lot" was something she wanted more than she could ever admit. She suddenly pulled away and tried to change the subject.
"Oh sure, Romeo... in the meanwhile, you can't even tell me if you kissed her or not."
"Yeah, of course I did," the boy retorted, retracting his hand from her skirt, slightly cooled from her rebuff.
"That's it? Come on, no lover's farewell? Where are all those teenage hormones I keep hearing about?"
The young man drank some of his own lemonade and grinned, scratching his hair, also blond and sweaty. His brown eyes playfully looked into hers as he replied.
"Oh... yeah, we got a little... frisky. Why so curious?"
Susan felt her ears burning. As she scanned the teen's shiny, sculpted shoulders, visible in his sweaty tank top, she knew the answer in her head, but refused to say. She pressed on, her voice quiet but animated.
"Frisky?? Come on, tell me if you pounded some puss! Your prude of a father isn't here, just me! Details, boy!"
