She pulled the pink 'G spot' vibrator from between her pulsing lips. Her large chest heaving as she tried to bring her breathing back under control. Giggling she ran the still buzzing, wet toy across her large brown nipples. In their erect state they almost caused her to have another orgasm. She clamped her thighs shut tightly, but that only seemed to make matters worse. God she was turned on this morning.
She switched off the toy, pausing to suck it into her mouth. Licking at her juices and enjoying the taste, made her want to dally at her self-pleasure even longer. She knew that she would not be able to play for the next few days; she was far too noisy when she came and her son was due back from college for the weekend. His room backed onto hers so she would just have to abstain for a bit. She could handle that couldn't she? "Ohh Sure I can," Lynn voiced, "Not." Feeling the way she did now, she knew that would be a tough ask. A very tough task.
Her euphoria was no doubt due to eagerly wanting to see her son. He had been away for a few months now and she missed him dearly. It just wasn't the same not having him, or her daughter about the house. Her euphoric moment was interrupted however, when she noticed the time. "Shit!" she voiced to the empty room. Lynn had been playing for too long. She had to be at the station to pick up Aaron in thirty minutes. No time for a shower now. She would barely have time to throw on some clothes and make-up!
As an organised woman, she had already picked her out-fit for the day, she just needed her undies. She slipped the toy back into her underwear draw and pulled out a matching bra and knicker set in pale pink. She loved the colour, and liked the way the bra supported her ample breasts whilst not being too visible beneath the summer dress. Slipping the panties up her long legs and pulling them tight to her pussy, she was very aware of how aroused she still was. And was equally worried that her leaking pussy would leave a wet patch, not just in her knickers but on her dress. However, it had taken her quite a while to pick this dress out. She didn't have time to change now. She popped her arms through the bra and loaded her breasts into it before securing the front clip.
Looking down at 'the girls', she smiled. They were a couple of assets she had always been pleased with. She had been worried that childbirth would change them. It had, they were fuller and firmer than ever, and as an added bonus, her nipples were larger and far more sensitive. What a result! Buttoning up the front of the summer dress, she starting at the middle, leaving one or two buttons undone at the top, and at the bottom. To better display her cleavage, and her long legs. She slipped on some heels and checked the clock. "Shit, I'm gonna be late!"
Lynn dashed a brush through her wavy brown hair, no time to do anything with it other than leave it loose. She delicately applied the minimal make-up that she used these days. In truth, not really needing to use any as her pale complexion was still that of a woman many years her junior. Her glossy lips the only real splash of colour on her face. Clattering down the stairs to the lower floor, she picked up the keys, that she had dropped on the table the previous night and unlocked the door to the garage, checking herself out in the mirror before closing the door behind her and jumping into the car.
Lynn pressed the remote to raise the main up and over door. The sunlight flooded into the garage causing Lynn to squint, until she slipped on her sunglasses. Hitting the start button, she floored the zippy automatic out into the early morning sun, heading in the direction of the train station. The garage door slowly closing behind her.
Lynn sang along to the songs on the radio as she journeyed the 30 minutes to her destination. Some of the songs she knew, but most she did not. Still that didn't stop her. Nothing could spoil her mood today. A three-orgasm start, followed by her son home for the weekend. Things could not be better. Parking the car, she hit the stop button and pulled down her sun visor to give herself a last check in the mirror. All looked better than good.
Opening the door, she slipped her legs out, noticing with a flash of thigh that a couple of buttons on the dress had popped open. She tutted to herself, remembering that this dress often did that, she was supposed to sew up the holes a little to tighten them up, but had forgotten all about it. Too late now. It was just her son anyway, who else was looking? As she sat on the edge of the car seat, she did the buttons back up, standing, she adjusted the dress, then casually brushed her hand behind her, feeling if the dress was wet or not. "Got away with it girl." She smiled, pleased that this mornings excitement was not fully visible to all. But in some ways a little disappointed too. That exhibitionist streak she had was just busting to get out.
She threw the door closed on the car and zapped the alarm, walking quickly away. She was only a few minutes late, so Aaron wouldn't be too mad with her. As she neared the entrance, she could see her tall young man standing talking to a stranger. Both having dropped their bags on the ground. They were laughing at something and it made Lynn stop and admire how handsome her son looked. Tall, broad across the shoulders, thin of waist. His wavy hair looking dishevelled. And his clothes, well as with most men, they had been thrown on, were not co-ordinated, and looked like they had not been pressed; ever. As she looked, she realised the young men were checking out the talent. A few of the young ladies seeming to respond favourably as they walked past. 'Yes', she thought to herself, Aaron was all grown-up now.
"And what may I ask are you two men doing?" She said in a voice full of mock severity. "I can see you checking out all these girls with their short skirts, or perhaps belts, is a better description!"
"Mom!" Aaron span around and grabbed Lynn in a bear of a hug. Pausing to kiss her fully on the lips. "Mom, its great to see you. You are looking fantastic, have you dropped some weight, you don't need to answer I can see you have? Now, let's not be too slutty aye." In his usual, full-on, all out enthusiasm with life in general, Aaron chastised his mother for having two buttons too many undone and revealing too much cleavage. He did them up for her explaining, "We don't want to scare off Clarky now do we?" He turned to the equally handsome young man beside him. "Mom, this is Clark. I know I didn't mention about bringing him over, but as 'sis' is still at college, I knew we had room, and knew you wouldn't mind?"
Lynn in a practised glance, appraised Clark. Very similar in build to her son, his sun-bleached hair and bold blue eyes was a stunning combination. He looked fit and in his prime. She found herself flushing and brushed away her son's hands from her chest. "Hello Clark, forgive my son, he's a prude! You are more than welcome to stay the weekend."
"Thanks Mrs. Walker, Aaron said you'd be cool."
"Come on then boys, let's get you home. I'm sure you could both use a shower and grab some breakfast."
The journey back was short and sweet. Aaron hardly stopping to breath between conversation. Clark was equally excitable; Lynn could see why the two of them had hit it off. As she moved to get back out of the car, she could see that one of the buttons covering her breasts had popped open again, obviously under the strain her full bust was putting on them, and the two wayward buttons lower down had come undone again. Clark was holding the door for her; Lynn could feel his young eyes burning into her thighs as she revealed her shapely legs. She smiled inwardly, pleased that despite all of the young girls both boys had been looking at this morning, she still held enough appeal for Clark to want to stare. "Why thank you Clark," she said rewarding him with a smile and of course more of her cleavage than he had seen earlier. "A proper gentleman, unlike some!" She pointedly looked across at Aaron.
"Sorry mom, hands were full with both bags."
Walking into the large family area, Arron dumped the bags on the couch. "I'll show Clark, Kelly's room. Then I'll grab a shower first and Clark can help you with the breakfast. Ok Clarky?"
"Sure thing, I'd love to help." Aaron disappear off and Clark turned to Lynn saying, what would you like me to do Mrs. Walker?"
"For starters," she said, bending down to get the frying pan out of the cupboard, unaware that she popped open another button at chest height in the process, "You will call me Lynn." As she stood, she had not noticed that her cleavage had been revealed further; that was until she saw where Clark was staring. The young man, full of testosterone, and the lusts of youth, simply unable to break eye contact; seemed entranced. As she put the pan down on the cooking hob, she reached up to secure the button, but the demon that was her own libido and that exhibitionist streak, stopped her.
Lynn's stomach was already churning and this radiated outwards, quickly setting fire to her other erogenous zones. Her pussy began to tingle, it had obviously not been satisfied with her 'play time' this morning and needed more. She lent forwards, sustaining the move for longer than she needed, grabbing the olive oil, at the same time giving Clark more to dribble over.
Eventually she spoke to Clark, "Er, my face is up here Clark. Didn't your mom ever tell you it is rude to stare?" Clark being caught in the blatant act of ogling his best friend's mother's boobs cherried up completely. "Sorry Mrs...sorry Lynn, I had something in my eye."
"More like two somethings young man," she teased. "If you could do the toast, bread is there, butter in the fridge, toaster here. I'll get some eggs, bacon, hash browns and beans on. You can keep an eye on the beans for me too. That ok?"
"Sure Lynn," Clark replied, beginning to rub his eye. "Just got to get this thing out of my eye first."
'More likely trying to persuade his erection to go down', Lynn thought to herself. But then thought, 'hark at me, thinking I am 'hot' enough to give this young man an erection, after all the girls he must be having sex with at college.' However, she knew that she could not resist having a look anyway, just in case... She smiled to herself and walked quickly around the counter to his side, so that he did not have chance to cover up; "Do you want me to have a look at it for you?" She put emphasis on the word 'it', purposefully.
"NO, no, it's fine now, but thank you." He got up and turned away from her, but not quickly enough. Her eyes widened at the large bulge in his pants. 'No wonder he was in a bit of discomfort, that thing looks fucking huge!' Lynn stood open mouthed for a little too long, contemplating both her pleasure at instigating the awakening of such a monster, but also what she would like to do with it. And perhaps more importantly how? One thing was for certain though, she had instigated an erection in this young man, which meant he felt she was 'hot'. Therefore, in her book and her current state of arousal, that was a 'green light'; there was no way he was going to leave at the end of the weekend without emptying his sperm into and onto her. That was a definite and if she was half the woman, she thought she was. It would be more than once too! The 'big tease' was on.
Lynn felt sexually invigorated. Her esteem had quadrupled. And this began to show. Her nipples were aching, she knew without looking that they would be clearly visible through her bra and light summer dress. Her stomach churned, her pussy was tingling so much, she would probably come if she touched a finger to it. God this young man had her in a state she had not been in for a while.
She tried to concentrate on the breakfast, as did Clark; both with their own personal set of struggles. For Clark, he was happy that his long shirt, which was untucked, covered his embarrassment, but for Lynn, his hungry eyes upon her body, specifically her breasts was making things hard, literally.
Within the somewhat tight confines of the kitchen, she bent down for another pan for the beans, her firm buttocks contacting Clark on the thigh. She turned and apologised, but then shortly afterwards she passed behind him, her breasts gently rubbed against his back. "Sorry Clark," she said to him, her eyes revealing that she meant anything but.
