Stay in Your Lane

*All characters are over 18.*

(The following is same story as the one I recently posted but with many of the mistakes corrected. I didnt realize how many errors I had made until I used an app to help me find and correct said errors. Thank you to everyone who took the time to read my work, and extra thanks to those who encouraged me to spend more time proof reading. Hope you all find this version more readable. More to come.)

Shelby Lane looked herself up and down in her bedroom mirror. At 42 years old, she was damn proud of how she looked and knew she would feel that way for quite some time. She worked out regularly and ate right, and it showed.

Her perky breasts strained against her tight t-shirt. Her heart-shaped ass looked like her jeans had been sewn on around it. Her long, silky blond hair cascaded down to her shoulders, and her plump lips looked achingly inviting.

It was just a pity that her husband wouldn't be around this weekend to appreciate her appearance. She loved getting all fancied up for him, but he was going to be out of town for work for a few days, so there wasn't much point in it. Still, she figured she'd get some light teasing in before he left, that way he'd be thinking about her the entire time he was gone. When he returned, the damn of desire was sure to burst with raw intensity.

She turned from her mirror and left her room, then padded down the steps and turned into the kitchen where her husband Steve and their three sons were all chatting.

"There she is! Her husband greeted her with a smile.

Shelby flashed him a dazzling grin. "Good morning honey." She approached him and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Hi, Mom." Her oldest son Bryce said.

Her other sons echoed similar greetings.

"Sweetie, do you really have to be gone all weekend?" She asked, doing her best 'puppy dog eyes' face.

Steve smiled apologetically. "Sorry babe, you know I gotta'. But I'll be back Monday afternoon."

"Wait, I thought you were only gonna be gone til' Sunday?" Tommy, her youngest, chimed in.

"I'll only be working until Sunday." The father corrected. "Wasn't able to book a flight back until the next day.

"Lame," Bryce commented as he sipped coffee

"Why don't ya take mom with ya?" Tommy joked. "We could have a lot of fun in one weekend with an empty house."

Steve guffawed. "In your dreams kiddo."

The boys all chuckled.

Shelby leaned in close to Steve's ear and whispered. "Hurry back. We're gonna have a lot of fun when you're home again."

"Alright, I'm outta here," Bryce said with a comedically exaggerated grimace, then began to walk out of the kitchen.

"Yeah, get a room, guys." Tommy joked as he followed his older brother on.

Connor merely smiled shyly as he followed the other two out.

"The whole house is my room." Steve called after them as they left.

Shelby wrapped her arms around her husband and smiled. "I'm serious, though. You better hurry back."

He grimes back at her salaciously. "Believe me, babe, I will."

He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall.

"Well, I guess I better take off." He said, breaking away from their embrace.

"I'll miss you." He said as he picked up his briefcase off of the table.

"You better." She said

Steve made his way out through the living room, saying his goodbyes to the boys as he went. He went out to the driveway, hopped in his car, and with one final wave at his family, he was off.

The rest of the morning was quiet. The boys went up to their rooms and played games on their consoles, and Shelby sat in her office and began working on the novel she'd been writing.

She typed away for a while, losing track of time. This book was her mission. She had vowed to spend at least a few hours writing each day until it was done.

After a while, Connor poked his head into her office and announced that he'd be going out for a while.

"Alright, sweetie." She said with a warm smile. "Have fun."

Shelby stepped out of her office and made her way to the kitchen. She took a cup from the cabinet, opened the fridge, and poured herself a glass of juice.

She noticed that it was quiet in the house, other than Tommy mowing outside. But as the lawnmower moved further out to the edge of the yard, she realized the house was not silent. Not quite.

From up on the second floor, she could hear something. It was a sound a person was making. A groaning of some kind. But it sounded female. This didn't make much sense as Shelby was the only woman in the house.

Idle curiosity drove her to investigate the second floor and wander up the stairs. As she grew closer, the sounds became unmistakable. Someone was moaning in pleasure. She followed her ears until they led her right to Bryce's door, which had been slightly ajar.

"Harder! Harder!" The voice of a woman rasped.

From this distance, Shelby could also hear the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

"You like that?" She heard Bryce say in a confident but physically shaky voice.

"Fuck yeah!" The female voice responded.

"Fuck you're tight!" Bruce grunted out.

Shelby stood there in shock, not quite sure what to think. Bryce was 20 years old, so she figured it was logical to assume he was sexually active by now. But still, the sound of hearing him engaging in this illicit act was quite a shock.

"Call me by your mom's name!" The girl demanded.

Shelby felt like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on her. She froze like a deer in headlights, and every nerve in her body felt like it had been shocked with electricity.

"Oh yeah?" Bryce said, apparently thinking it over. "You'd get off on that?"

"Yes! Do it!" The girl demanded.

Bryce hesitated, and for a moment, there was only the sound of him pounding into the girl.

"Shelby." He said, barely loud enough for the mother.

"Louder!" The girl said.

"Shelby!" He said it with more confidence. It sounded like he had begun fucking her harder

too.

"I said louder!" The girl said with impressive authority.

"I don't want her to hear." Bryce complained.

"I don't care!" Bryce's lover shouted.

"Shelby!" He obediently cried out, possibly loud enough that she would have heard it from downstairs!

"Keep yelling it!" The kinky girl shouted.

"Shelby!" He called out it again.

"Oh god, are you gonna cum?"

"Fuck yeah!"

"Do it! Fucking cum in me!"

Shelby couldn't listen anymore. She dragged herself away from the scene, all the while trying to ignore several different feelings. Shelby tried to ignore the fact that she didn't even know Bryce was seeing someone. And she tried to ignore the fact that Bryce had shouted his mother's name while fucking her. Most importantly, she tried to ignore the warm tingling sensation she felt between her legs from the whole scenario.

After that, Shelby found it difficult to concentrate on her writing. She couldn't hear the young lovers from her office, but that didn't stop her kind from chewing on the situation. What she hated most was the fact that the warmth between her thighs refused to dissipate. For now, she did her best to ignore the situation. After all, what else could she do?

Eventually, she decided to leave her office again to stretch her legs. So she stood up from her desk and walked out into the living room. To her slight horror, she came face to face with Bryce, who was sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Hi, Mom." He said casually as nothing had happened.

"Hi, honey." She did her best to sound natural, but that felt impossible.

Then suddenly, she had an idea. She didn't know where it came from. It was a terrible idea. But some impulse inside her caused her to go with it.

"I'm gonna grab a movie to watch while I work out in my office." She told him. "Mind if I step in front of the TV for a second?"

He shook his head. "No, not at all."

Shelby stepped between him and the TV and bent down to reach for the DVD Cabinet underneath. Her ass strained against her already for fitting jeans, and she could swear she felt Bryce's eyes watching her.

She stalled as much as she could, acting as if she was struggling to decide on a movie. In actuality, her eyes were darting around, looking for a reflective surface with which to see Bryce's gaze. No luck. After she'd spent what she considered enough time searching, she grabbed a random movie and stood up.

She turned to look at Bryce and glanced at his thin athletic shorts. She was greeted with one brief glimpse of a rock solid hard on before he sat forward and crossed his legs.

She pretended not to see it, smiled politely, and made her way back to her office.

She closed the door behind her as if she were trying to hide from him. She then realized how insane this all was. So he had a boner. He was a young guy. No reason to make that a big deal, right?

But then, combined with the fact that he had just been shouting her name while fucking someone...

No. She had to put that out of her mind.

She moved away from the door and put her movie in the DVD player. Then, she realized she was still wearing her normal clothes. She would need to change into her workout clothes before she exercised. That meant going back out through the living room and facing Bryce again.

But then, was that bad? Maybe it was a little flattering that he looked at her this way. Or perhaps he didn't look at her this way. After all, it was the girl that mentioned the idea. It was something he went within the heat of passion.

She hated admitting it, but that notion almost felt a little disappointing. But why? It wasn't like she actually wanted him to see her that way. In fact, she would obviously be horrified if she knew he felt that way. Wouldn't she?

Another terrible idea popped into her head. Once again, before she had time to consider what a terrible idea it indeed was, she found herself acting on it.

She once again approached the door of her office and stepped out into the living room. What made this trip different was, as soon as she was out of her office, she reached for the hem of her t shirt, and flung it off in one fluid motion.

She felt like she'd just been set on fire the moment she did it. Her skin tingled, and her mind ran in circles, trying to figure out why she had just done that. She didn't dare meet Bryce's gaze but she knew she was in full view of him. She simply walked as casually as possible toward the stairs leading up to her bedroom.

As she climbed the stairs, her ears practically rang from the adrenaline. She couldn't stop asking herself why, in god's name, she'd just done that. She told herself it was to see how Bryce would react, but why would she want to test such a thing? Besides, she hadn't even stayed to look at his reaction.

She made it to her room and almost melted with relief. It was only now that she realized her heart was pounding so loud she could hear it. Why had she just done that? Why?

She changed out of the rest of her clothes and began to change into her workout clothes when she heard someone walk past her room. She finished changing, approached the door, pressed her ear to it, and listened to see if anyone was out in the hall. Then she realized just how absurd that was.

She stepped out into the hall, now wearing yoga pants and a tank top. She was immediately aware of the fact that the top showed quite a bit of her generous cleavage, and her yoga pants certainly didn't hurt her ass, either.

'Whatever.' She thought. It was what she always wore when she worked out.

Still, another impulse itched at her brain. She slowly crept over to Bryce's room, careful not to make a sound, leaned in and listened against the door.

"Oh fuck yeah." She heard him mumble softly. She could hear the distinct sound of him pleasuring himself.

No matter. Didn't mean anything. Or it didn't, until Shelby heard him mumble again.

"Mom."

The rest of the day had played out essentially without incident. At least outwardly. Inwardly, Shelby Lane's mind was still a mess from the implications.

She had worked out briefly, too distracted to even watch the movie she had chosen. Then after a quick shower She had cooked dinner and ate with the boys in a daze, all the while avoiding Bryce's gaze. The 3 brothers made small talk, and Shelby joined in when something was relevant to her but other than that she stayed silent.

After dinner, the boys all split off to do their own things, and Shelby went to her room to read for the rest of the night. Or at least she tried to read. In reality, her eyes flitted over the pages without absorbing any of the words.

How was she supposed to live normally after this? She couldn't just forget about what had happened. The structure of her home life had changed forever in a single day. And over such little things.

No. She had to forget about it. It was nothing. He was a hormonal young guy, of course he had weird thoughts. It didn't matter.

What did matter was the soft but undeniable arousal she felt. Even now, sitting alone in her room, determined to let the situation go, she knew she was going to act on these feelings sooner or later. It was inevitable.

Sleeping on it hadn't seemed to help. As soon as she woke up the next day, the first thing she thought about was what she should wear to grab Bryce's attention. A ridiculous thought, and one she tried to cast aside. Even as she put on a tight tank top and the skimpiest jean shorts she could possibly find.

With her tits threatening to spill out of her top, and her ass hanging out of her shorts, she left her room feeling a curious mix of shame and excitement. She bounded down

The stairs and came face to face with Connor in the living room.

"Hi, Mom." He said casually, seemingly not thinking much Of her attire.

"Where are your brothers at?" She asked as she watched him take a seat on the couch.

He shrugged. "Tommy went out to meet someone for breakfast. Bryce is out by the pool." He turned the TV and began scrolling through Netflix.

Shelby wandered out to the pool, not even knowing what she planned to do. She was like a passenger in her own body.

She stepped outside and felt the pleasant summer heat wash over her. She saw Bryce floating in the pool and gave him an awkward wave. She suddenly wished she was wearing more. An absurd thought, really. It was a hot day, and this wasn't the first time she'd dressed like this.

"Hey, Mom," Bryce said. Was he checking her out, or was it her imagination?

"How's the water?" She asked.

"It's good! Get in!" He confirmed with excitement.

"Maybe later." She said with a shrug. "After breakfast. Besides, I don't have my suit on."

"Go get it then." He chided with a smile. "You'll get cramps if you swim right after eating."

"That's a myth, ya know."

He just shrugged and smiled again.

"I'll swim later, after breakfast. It's supposed to be nice all day." She wasn't sure why she was refusing. It was like she knew she would do something she would regret if she got in the pool with him now. But they'd swam together before; what was wrong with that?

She tore her gaze from him, wondering how it had taken her until just now to notice how muscular he'd gotten.

She'd made breakfast for the boys and gathered them for another awkward meal. Near as she could tell, neither Connor nor Bryce noticed she was quiet again. However, she could have sworn Bryce stole a few brief glances at her cleavage. The side of her that tried to chalk it up to her imagination was starting to lose out against the side of her that liked it.

After breakfast, the two brothers thanked her for cooking and helped clear the table. Then Connor announced he would be leaving to spend the day with his girlfriend.

Bryce returned to the pool, and Shelby was left with the realization that she was now alone with him. She could do any number of things. She could go work out, she could write more, she could even go out somewhere. But instead, she chose to go back out to the pool again.

"Decide to go for a swim yet?" Bryce said, relaxing in a chair near the pool.

"Maybe." She responded. "I was thinking maybe I'd just tan for a bit."

"You'll still have to change into your bathing suit for that." he pointed out.

"Are you really that eager to see me in a bikini?" She said it without thinking.

Bryce was silent for just half a moment, but the half moment was long enough for Shelby to think she'd made a horrible mistake. Then he said, "I mean, I've seen people who look worse in a bikini."

There was that damn tingle between her legs again. She had no idea what the decent, sensible thing to do was right now. She wasn't even sure there was such an option. So, instead of dwelling on that, she winked at him and said, "I'll be back out in a moment."

She turned around, and headed back into the house, and up to her room. She realized her hands were shaking slightly as she opened her dresser to look for a suit. She found the tiniest, skimpiest one she owned and began to strip off her normal clothes.

She slipped into the bikini and felt more exposed than when she normally wore it. Being exposed was of course the point, but she just couldn't quite calm her nerves enough to face Bryce like this under the context. She pulled her Jean shorts back on over the bikini bottoms. They hardly covered much more, however. It was simply to create the illusion of being more modest.

With her new attire on, she headed back downstairs and towards the back door. She took a deep breath and thought about the situation. She was going to seduce Bryce. She had to be honest about it if she wanted to succeed. And she desperately wanted to succeed, despite the shame she felt from acknowledging that.

She stepped outside and greeted Bryce with an ear-to-ear smile, and she wondered if he knew why she was smiling. He grinned back at her, and somehow, she felt he knew full well what she intended.

"You still have your shorts on, though." He said, and she could have sworn it sounded like a complaint.

"Well, I'm just gonna tan for now." She said, feeling more defensive than she knew she should.

"But it's so hot out." He was definitely complaining now.

She locked eyes with him, and the 2 were silent for just a split second longer than they should have been.

"Um," she said, just to say anything at all. "How about this." She reached for her fly and unbuttoned, then unzipped her shorts, exposing the front of her bikini bottoms. She made a point of doing it slowly. Somehow, the act felt more sexual than if she'd simply taken her shorts off.

Bryce grinned as if it was Christmas morning and he'd just found her under the tree. "That looks much more comfortable." He joked.

"Hush." She said, smiling playfully

She strode over to one of the lawn chairs they'd placed by the pool and sat down in it. It was about this time she realized she didn't really have any further plans for teasing him.

She sat there in the chairs, feeling the sun washing over her; she closed her eyes and wished she'd thought to bring out some sunglasses so that she could watch Bryce without being obvious about it.

"Shouldn't you be wearing sunscreen?" His voice broke her from her thoughts.

"I guess I should." She really had been distracted by him. She sunbathed reasonably often, and she always remembered to grab sunscreen and sunglasses.

"I can get it for you!" There was a bit of eagerness in her voice.

"No!" She said quickly. He looked noticeably disappointed. "That's alright. I can get it."

She knew where his mind was likely going. Or at least she thought she had an idea where it might be going. And she wasn't ready for that just yet.

She stood up and wandered back inside slowly. She had calmed down somewhat now. Or her hands had stopped shaking, at least. She almost laughed at the fact that she was congratulating herself for not letting her son rub lotion all over her bikini-clad body.