Lucy found her orgasm with her hand. Her pleasure flared. It ended quickly. It was a poor substitute for her husband. The only pleasure she had this last year, was alone in her bed.
Her masturbation sometimes brought her relief. This morning her hands brought her excitement. Most mornings they brought her frustration.
Nights brought her only loneliness. The year before Frank died, had been emotionally trying. She watched her husband slowly fade from her. She at least had his comfort then.
Taking care of him, as he slipped from her life, took most of her time. It took most of her energy. It drained her emotionally.
Her son Frank Junior was an immense help. He had taken over the running of the house. He had stepped into his fathers place. Frank's health insurance covered most of the expenses. His life insurance covered the costs of the funeral. It covered little else. Except for Frank Junior's job, they would have lost the house.
After her husbands death, Lucy stopped calling her son Junior. She felt comfortable calling him Frank. Except for her bed, he filled his fathers shoes completely.
Frank worked. He brought the money home. He paid the bills. Lucy would be lost without him.
His sister Betty was going to the university. Her good grades had produced a small scholarship. It did not cover the cost of her schooling. It did cover enough of the costs to allow her to keep going. Only, if Frank kept working and bringing the money home.
It was a burden on him. The finances were tight. There was little money to do anything but the basics. Lucy was worried that he would somehow stop bringing home the money for the house.
She did not think that he would become irresponsible. He had never been that way. Mostly she worried that he would get involved with a young woman. He would want to start his own family. He was quite young. She knew that he would be only be able to deny his sexual drive for a short time.
Lucy's eyes were alive. She went about her day with a spring in her step. She had not felt this way for a long time. She had been excited all week. Last weekend Betty was home from the university. She came home every other weekend.
Just before Betty had left last weekend. Lucy slipped on a robe to go tell Betty something just before she left. She had picked up her thin silk robe. She was naked underneath the robe.
She had to know if Frank was attracted to her sexually. He had showed no sign of it. She was sure that he was.
As she dealt with Betty, she posed for Frank. She let her robe fall open, flashing her nakedness for Frank's gaze. She kissed Betty lightly as she led her to the door. When she returned to the front room. Frank was blushing. He had an erection in his pants. He excused himself. He left the room.
The flush of passion that Lucy felt was powerful. She was excited. Her vagina flushed. She could feel her vaginal lips swell. She was sure that Frank had gone to his room to masturbate.
She wanted to masturbate. She was excited enough to do it. She went to her room. She had to be careful, not to move to fast. She dressed in a modest terry cloth robe. Lucy got a drink.
Lucy entered the den. She put on some soft music. She nursed the drink while she thought. Lucy had always been a slow thinker. Her intelligence was razor sharp. She always took time in her thought. She never made snap decisions. She never allowed anyone to hurry her. She pet the smooth slickness between her legs as she thought.
She made her decision quickly. It was not a snap decision. There was not much to think about. Lucy planned her seduction. She stood up. She walked to the mirror. She smiled as she saw her reflection. She was far from being young. She was just as far away from being old.
Hers was a mature beauty. She was not small. Her body was lush. Her breasts sagged slightly. It did not detract from her beauty. Her breasts had lost none of their beauty, or their sensitivity. Her belly was not flat. It showed the marks left from the birth of both of her children. She bore the stretch marks proudly.
Her stomach had lost some of it's tone. Not much. She had always been physically active. When she wore her corset, all of that went away.
She had always liked to wear them. She had worn corsets before she needed the support, and waist cinching. She was sure that she had the equipment for her plan.
It was Friday night. Frank came home from work. Lucy met him at the door. Her tight corset pushed up her full breasts. Her cleavage was impressive. Her crisp skirt and blouse were not overtly sexy. They displayed her body well, while still within modesty's bounds. Her heels were of modest height.
Lucy kissed her son on the cheek. She took his brief case and coat.
"Frank, Let me get that stuff. Go get cleaned up. Put on something nice. We are going to dinner and dancing."
Frank looked surprised. There had been no social activities in the house since his father had become ill.
"What is all of this about? There's no money for dinner and dancing. I barely covered the bills this month."
"I've stashed away a little money. We need to get out of the house. It seems like forever since we have done anything outside of this house, since your father died."
Frank went to his room to get ready. Lucy was flushed with sexual excitement. She could hardly keep her hands out of her vagina. She could see her erect nipples straining against the thin material of the dress. Her panties were wet. She was trembling with excitement. She didn't feel like she was seducing her son. She felt as if she was seducing his father all over again.
The diner was quiet. The food was nice. Frank relaxed with his meal. Lucy was not relaxed. She was raging. She radiated her sexuality. She did not flaunt it. Her manner was prim and proper. The energy of her sexuality filled the area around her. She could smell her own arousal. She was sure Frank did also.
The energy rose while they were dancing. Lucy did not allow Frank to stand away from her as they danced. She held him tight against her body. She felt his erection come and go several times. He tried to keep it from contact with her body. Lucy would not allow it.
Lucy could feel the sexual energy from Frank. She was sure he felt hers also. The trip home was quite. Lucy took Frank's arm, as she led him into the den. She sat Frank down. She poured two drinks. She set the lights and music on low. Lucy sat close to Frank. She took his hand and set it on her thigh. Frank pulled away from her.
"Mother, you're acting strange. I think I should go to bed."
Frank dear, please call me Lucy. I'm not acting strange. I'm acting like a woman. You need a woman in your life right now. I need a man right now."
Lucy began to stroke Franks erection.
Frank was red with embarrassment.
"I think I should be going to bed before anything more happens. We both drank a lot of alcohol."