What's a Mother to Do?

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SUMMER LOVIN' 2024

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What's a Mother to Do?

Chapter 1

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

"Spying on you, of course. What does it look like?"

"Spying?" asked Tim Carter as he stepped closer to April Constantin sitting at his desk in front of his open laptop. "I thought spying was supposed to be at least a little sneaky, this looks more like prying."

"Tomatoes, Tomahtoes. I'm just exercising my girlfriend prerogative to know what you've been up to up there at Stanford with those fancy Cardinal sluts."

Girlfriend? thought Tim. They hadn't seen each other in person for two months or so and probably not for more than four weeks combined over the past nine months since Tim had left for his first year at Stanford University, more than 400 miles to the north. April had stayed down south and attended a local community college. Since they'd only met and started dating at the start of the previous summer after graduating from different high schools, neither had held much hope the burgeoning relationship would survive the separation.

In fact, they'd actually ritually 'broken up' at the end of the previous summer and given each other the freedom to date others. But the fast, strong attraction that had brought them together the previous June and made them lovers by July, had managed to retain its hold despite the miles and the freedom. That hold was the reason Tim hadn't been on a real date with anyone else, let alone had sex with them, for better than six months. And it was the reason April had quickly accepted his invitation to stay at his family home with him at the start of their summer breaks.

Girlfriend? Hell yes and thank God.

"And what are you expecting to find?" he asked. "Girls Gone Wild videos featuring me and my new classmates?"

"I'd better not find that," she answered sternly. "Public porn is so déclassé. At least have the decency to keep your private tapes private." Then she gave him that wicked grin that always made his prick twitch. "What I'm actually interested in, is what kind of porn you've been looking at so I know what kind of kinkiness I should expect you to try with me."

April had arrived two hours earlier than he'd expected but she hadn't caught him watching porn or spending time with another local babe. Instead, he'd been out doing yardwork for his mom, cutting back some brush that was taking over the fence at the back of their property. Never a good idea in the dry hills of Southern California, where the risk of brushfire always lingered.

He'd immediately set aside his labors to carry her suitcase up to his bedroom, then went in to shower in his ensuite bath. As he stood alongside her now, looking over her shoulder to see what she'd found on his laptop, he wore just a towel wrapped around his hips.

Taking a step and turning so that he faced her from the side, he pulled the towel open, exposing his nice, clean cock within easy reach. "Just what kind of kinkiness are you hoping for?" he asked while thrusting his hips forward to make his meat bounce up and down.

April cupped his balls in her hand and hefted them, like feeling the weight of fruit at the farmer's market to see if they were full of juice or dry and shriveled. "Hmm, they feel unabused. But that just means you held off the last few days since you were coming home. You're not going to try and tell me you haven't been shooting off, one way or the other, the whole time we were apart?"

"I never said that," smiled Tim. "And anyway, I read in a men's health magazine that not masturbating is bad for you. It could lead to erectile dysfunction, and I don't want to be relying on Viagra by my thirties just because you weren't around to keep my prostate ducts from clogging up in my twenties."

April had not removed her hand from his testicles and Tim's manhood was slowly swelling in front of her face. "It looks like you need anti-Viagra, you freaking horndog." She squeezed his sack gently and leaned forward a little, making Tim hope she would take him into her mouth.

Instead, she suddenly clutched him tighter and yanked his boys downward. "I still want to know what kind of smut you were looking at as part of your ED-prevention regimen." She released his nuts and put both hands back on the keyboard. "And your browser history is going to show me."

A few clicks later and she could see he'd been checking out some sports sites and that a movie rating site was among his favorites. "Blah, blah, blah, baseball and action movies; what a male stereotype. Aha! Now we're getting somewhere," she crowed as she saw a couple of sites with thumbnail images of naked women.

"Well, c'mon, babe, you're the one who wouldn't let me shoot video of us making love before I left for school. I had to settle for a poor substitute."

"Right. Like I wanted to see myself on some Girlfriend Revenge site after you dumped me for some big-tittied university cheerleader?"

Tim dropped to his knees alongside the chair and turned April toward him. "That was never going to happen," he said sincerely. Then, staring into her eyes, he recognized a truth. He'd barely looked at another woman since their Spring Break rendezvous and hadn't touched another since last year's Christmas break and hadn't missed it at all. "I think I love you," he said, then immediately hoped he hadn't just screwed things up; the L-word had not come up before.

April's phony frown quickly turned into a very real smile. "I know you do. I wondered when you were going to realize it too."

She leaned forward to give him a long, deep kiss. Just as his hands moved to her thighs, bare in short-shorts, she swiveled back to the computer. "So, let's see your 'poor substitutes' for your one true love." She clicked on the two bookmarked sites and filled half the screen each with their home pages. "So, what am I looking at?" she demanded.

"You really want to do this?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Okay, then let's do it right." He picked up a 7-inch tablet lying on the desktop and with a series of taps and swipes made the large flat screen monitor mounted to the wall across from the foot of his bed come to life. It mirrored the laptop's screen in high-definition glory.

"C'mon," he said, swapping the tablet for the laptop and crawling up on his bed. He slid over to the far side, tucked a pillow behind him and sat up against the headboard, then patted the mattress next to him. "If I'm going to show you my secrets, we might as well be comfortable. And I mean

comfortable

," he added with a clear look down at his own naked body.

April stood up and noticed his damp bath towel at her feet. "Typical man," she sneered as she snatched it up and laid it over the back of his desk chair. Then she sensually stripped off her shorts and danced her way to the side of the bed in her red lace G-string and halter top, swiveling her hips and slowly rotating so he got a good look at the butt floss riding between her glorious ass cheeks. She had that round treasure pointed back at him as she bent forward at the waist and worked the material out of its tight crack and down her strong, tanned legs. Tim groaned.

Standing again, she untied and dropped her halter top. Her back was still to him, so Tim couldn't see her high-riding breasts, but between the motions of her arms and the whimpers from her throat, he knew that she was plucking at her strawberry nipples, pulling them out from her tits and letting them snap back. His cock twitched in his eagerness to see it for himself. He laid the computer on the nightstand without taking his eyes off the girl.

Blessedly, April finally turned around, still twisting and tweaking her hard, bruised-looking nipples. When she moved forward, up onto the edge of the bed, thrusting her chest toward him, Tim was torn between wanting to comfort her nipples with gentle kisses and continuing their torture himself. He settled for both. Gripping one nipple between thumb and forefinger, he pulled her forward until he could reach her other tit with his mouth. He sucked in the small, perfectly shaped apple and pressed the flat of his tongue against its swollen peak. The other nipple remained squeezed between his fingers, pulling and twisting, wickedly, but not evilly.

April cradled the back of his head and cooed, signaling that she was enjoying both the treatments he was giving her cute little boobs. After a half-minute or so Tim swapped his abuse and love from one breast to the other. April only pulled his head and hand tighter against her trembling body. Finally, Tim released the tender nipple from his twisting fingers and spent the next few minutes moving his mouth back and forth, gently bathing each red pebble with a soft tongue. Ultimately he lifted his head and the two young lovers joined in a deep, soulful kiss. Without thought, both sent a hand searching in the other's crotch for the treasures to be found there.

The young stud gently rubbed his middle finger up and down her slit, prying the lips apart until the juices inside leaked out. The horny wench rhythmically squeezed his hard cock in her fist, coaxing it to its full girth, filling her hand. Using her natural lubrication, Tim eased his long finger into her tight hole. April gasped with pleasure at the invasion, but also registered the sudden throb of his cock in her fist. It sent a massive thrill through her knowing that just feeling inside her pussy had sent such a charge all the way from his fingers to his solid manhood.

"God, I've missed this," the two said in unison.

"Jinx!" April called, laughing.

"What? I can't speak until you say my name?" Tim answered. "That's okay, I think you'll be screaming my name before too long; much sooner than I'll really need to talk."

"Oh, is that right, Mr. Cocky Cock?" she drawled, giving his namesake a slow stroke, top to bottom to top. "I was going to say that you have to pay off this jinx by eating me out, but perhaps it will end up being the same thing. If you haven't forgotten how."

With that she flopped onto her back and pulled a pillow under her head. Her legs were bent and spread; her feet flat on the mattress. Tim moved between her legs and worked another pillow under her ass, lifting her pussy up to give him more room to start trying to break the jinx.

Chapter 2

Janice Carter pulled up to the house and saw both Tim's and April's cars in the driveway, blocking the garage. At first she was upset, she'd certainly gotten used to having free access to her own garage since Tim had gone away to school, which in turn had stopped April's visits. But she'd been missing her son so much and was so happy to have him home for the summer that her irritation slipped away as she parked on the street. Hell, April had made a good impression on her last summer, so she was actually happy to have both teens there.

Irritation of a different kind came rushing back, however, when Janice stepped out of the air-conditioned interior of her car into the desert heat of the day. It drew an unconscious groan of disgust from her; disgust with the way her rumpled clothes clung to her sweaty body. She couldn't wait to get out of them and into a hot shower.

Looking at the kids' cars again as she went up the front walk to the house, Janice reminded herself that Tim and April weren't teens anymore, both having turned twenty near the ends of their freshmen years in college. Time was flying.

The two young people were out back by the pool, relaxing after their hot reunion lovemaking session. Tim's mom parking on the street meant they wouldn't hear the garage door opening and closing. They also didn't hear her call out when she entered the house and so had no warning that Janice was home two and a half hours earlier than usual.

"Tim? April?" Janice kicked off her office pumps in the responding silence. Then the muffled sound of a whoop and a splash from the backyard answered her question. Her son was probably showing off for his girlfriend by doing cannonballs and trying to splash her. Boys.

She almost rang the pool area on the house intercom but decided instead to take advantage of the momentary privacy to save herself a return trip with her dirty clothes. Walking across the kitchen to the laundry room, she shucked her blouse, skirt, bra and panties right into the washer. While she set up a cold, gentle cycle for the clothes, the central air kicked in and she got her own cold, not-so-gentle cycle from the air duct above her. The sudden whoosh of cold air made her sweaty body shiver and her large nipples go erect. Just like at work, she remembered with embarrassment as wrapped herself in a large bath towel from a stack of recently washed ones.

As she made her way back through the kitchen and headed upstairs, the day's events played again through her mind.

Usually, Janice spent her day in a comfortable office working on virtual problems in the minds of her company's computers. Today, however, she had had to get into the physical guts of the mainframe in a way she hadn't had to for a number of years.

When everyone's desktops had started going flaky all at once right after lunch, she knew they had potentially big trouble and headed downstairs to the server room to make sure the hardware technicians were on top of things. What she found was the younger, less experienced Alex on his own, as his supervisor Herb, the senior tech, was out with a stomach bug.

Janice could see that Alex was already a bit spooked by the many calls he'd gotten from upset workers upstairs, so she immediately took control and guided him through the diagnostics to narrow down the source of the problem. It soon became apparent that a network video card had fried, which is why the problem looked so dramatic on the screens upstairs.

"I bet you've got a few replacement cards on hand, don't you?" she asked in a confident, reassuring voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, we do." Alex dug into the equipment drawers while Janice slipped off her jacket and replaced it with a lab smock hanging on the coat hooks. Then the two of them got into the racks, pulled some equipment here, ran some localized tests there, and traced the bad board down. Of course it was in the most cramped location, but they got it swapped, rebooted, and the systems up and running in less than an hour from when the problem began.

"Thanks a lot," Alex said happily. "I'm sure it would have taken at least twice as long without your help. Hell, three times as long. That was really cool how you got the two diagnostic programs to cross-reference each other in real time to cut down our search parameters."

Janice hung the borrowed lab coat back on its hook and grimaced as she felt the pools of sweat under her arms. "No big deal," she answered. "Just a simple line of code to get them to include each other's fault compiler in their basic system sweeps."

"Well, I don't know what all that really means," said a familiar voice from behind her, "but I agree with Alex that it was very cool."

Janice spun quickly to find her boss, Roger Brown, standing just inside the server room.

"Seriously, thanks for a great job...both of you," he added, turning his gaze away from Janice to smile at Alex. But that gaze was immediately pulled back to the frazzled, but still surprisingly hot vision of his programmer. "While I may not know much about computers, I do know that you saved us a lot of lost productivity by jumping in like you did." His voice lowered, as did his eyes, hypnotically drawn to Janice's chest. "I really appreciate you going above and beyond."

Janice shivered and followed Mr. Brown's eyeline, prepared to give him a sharp word. But when she looked down, she realized that the sweat from wearing the lab coat while digging around the hot server racks was not only under her arms, but had soaked her front as well, making her blouse go sheer as it hugged her large, round breasts. To make things worse, she'd shivered because the server room was naturally the coldest room in the building for the sake of the equipment. Now, away from the heat of that equipment, and without the lab coat, the extra cold air was making her damp nipples strain against her brassiere and blouse. No wonder her boss was staring. She could feel the blush rise into her cheeks as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Roger fortunately was enough of a gentleman, and wary enough of sexual harassment suits in this day and age, to break the trance and look back into Janice's eyes. He saw her embarrassment and quickly moved to end the encounter on a good note. "You know, if I had a petty cash drawer, I'd be pulling out a couple of Ben Franklins to say thank you from the company. I can't do that, but I can say, go ahead and take the rest of the day off and tomorrow too." Since today was Thursday, he'd just given her a three-and-a-half-day weekend.

"Thank you," stammered Janice, still covering her give-away nipple thermometers as Roger turned to leave.

"Oh," he said, turning back with a smile. "Janice, please do me a favor and call in tomorrow to be sure everything is still okay before going anywhere on your long weekend. Right, Alex?"

Alex had also been entranced and then embarrassed to be staring at Janice's surprisingly fantastic chest and laughed nervously as he answered, "Yes, sir."

"Okay, then, I'll see you on Monday, Janice, and thanks again." Roger headed back upstairs, with a re-minted image of Janice Carter in his mind. He'd always thought she was pretty and potentially hot under her low-key exterior, but God, what a rack! And the flat belly that went with it - that was a bit of a surprise. He still thought of Janice as a bit chubby, the way she was when she'd started at the company a few years back, but that had clearly changed. Plus, she was actually even more knowledgeable and competent than he'd thought. Talk about a win-win.

Janice took her linen suit jacket off the hook and froze. Did she really want to put this on over her dirty, sweaty blouse?

"Um," hemmed Alex, "you can keep the lab coat if you want."

Janice shot him a look but saw the poor kid was just as red-faced and flustered as her and was just trying to be nice.

"Actually," she said with a smile as she slipped back into the smock and buttoned it up, "that's not a bad idea, thanks. And good work," she added as she walked out, carrying her linen jacket in her hand.

She hurried upstairs, logged off her workstation and collected her purse from her desk drawer. She found herself blushing as she acknowledged the atta-boys from her co-workers as she made her way through the cubicle maze to the elevators.

In the parking garage she stripped off the lab coat, throwing it on the floor of the passenger side of her car before jumping in and driving home. The whole trip she kept wondering if she'd embarrassed herself in her boss's eyes with her sweat-soaked blouse or impressed him with her decisive action in fixing the computer network. Little did she realize that both things had greatly lifted Roger Brown's opinion of Ms. Janice Carter.

Chapter 3

After the first five minutes of hot water and soap sluiced the grimy feeling from Janice's body, the next five minutes soothed and relaxed her and let her mind slip into memories of how both Roger and Alex had stared so openly at her sweat-exposed breasts. Roger was five years older than her, but still fit and handsome at forty-seven. Alex was a true nerd of twenty-five, but still a good-looking boy who was also quite fit from bicycling everywhere.