six on Saturday morning.
"Whew."
Jimmy wiped his face and looked down at his boxer underpants. They were wet and sticky. His pecker was hanging limply out of the hole. Jimmy was rapidly losing his sleep-boner, along with the last remaining threads of the dream.
"Man, not again. Yuck."
Another wet dream, he thought with a yawn. Third one this week.
Jimmy rolled out of bed, still yawning and knuckling sleep from his eyes. He slipped out of his baggy-boxers and kicked them over to the clothes hamper by the dresser. The dirty underpants flumped into the corner, and they left a wet smear on the wall.
Jimmy sighed with all the resigned frustration his thirteen year old body could muster and padded naked over to the hamper, picked up the underpants and tossed them in with the rest of his dirty clothes, shoving them down towards the bottom of the pile.
For a split-second he hoped that his mom would do some laundry this weekend, because he was running out of clean underwear. Just as quickly he hoped she wouldn’t, because she was sure to ask why his clothes were all damp and gross.
"Oh, uh-uh. No way. Forget that."
He squished the underpants as far down into the hamper as they’d go.
"There."
He wiped his hands off on an old pair of pajamas, and figuring that since he was already awake, he might as well stay up.
Jimmy pulled the blinds and let the early sun shine in through his open windows. The air smelled fresh and clean. A warm breeze blew over his damp skin and made him shiver. He took a deep breath and stretched, inhaling until the muscles in his chest and shoulders popped.
His eyes traveled from his second story window, over the backyard and the weedy, overgrown lawn (I gotta mow that today or mom’ll kill me…) and across the back fence to Mrs. Wilson’s house, then up to the deck and her bedroom windows.
And there she was - Mrs. Wilson - framed in the open windows. She was dancing around, swaying her hips and tossing her long, curly blonde hair around.
"Hey. Hey!" Jimmie gasped and ducked, literally falling to the floor. He carefully peeked out over the windowsill, his eyes wide and staring. "Omigod!"
Suddenly his pecker was standing back up at full attention.
"Wow," he whispered. "Oh, wow."
Mrs. Wilson was tall - taller than Jimmy’s dad, even - and she was older than either of his parents. She’d bought the house behind theirs and moved in a couple of months before, and Jimmy immediately got a serious case of the boners over her.
"Man, oh, man… She’s so…so naked!"
She reminded him of the models in his mom’s women’s magazines: just on the verge of middle age, but still pretty, with lots of soft curves in all the right places. In fact, Jimmy’s mom told him Mrs. Wilson actually published her favorite magazine, something called Living Single.
His mom started reading it after The Divorce. There was always some forty or fifty-ish woman on the cover, usually dancing alone in a field of flowers or strolling on the beach at sunset with their bare feet splashing in the waves; something silly like that.
Jimmy didn’t care. When his mom wasn’t around, he’d flip through and read the articles, look at the ads and pictures of ladies in lingerie and stuff. And there was always an article or two about sex, usually explaining how a woman could...well, better please herself.
He thought they were really informative. Jimmy wondered if his mom did all the stuff the articles suggested. A few days ago he and Andy searched his mom’s room. They found a dildo hidden in her nightstand along with some sexy underwear that got Andy really excited.
He asked Jimmy if he could keep the underwear. Jimmy said sure, even though knowing what Andy was probably gonna do with them freaked him out. Andy wanted to keep the dildo too, but Jimmy put his foot down. He told Andy she’d probably miss it. And what would he say if she figured out they’d been snooping? They’d be busted for sure.
"Yeah, okay." Andy thought about it while he was busy sniffing a pair of lacy white panties. He nodded wisely. "You’re probably right."
Lying in bed later that night, Jimmy started thinking about Mrs. Wilson, and what sort of stuff she might have hidden in her dresser drawers.
That got him all kinds of horny. He had his first wet dream right after he fell asleep. Jimmy thought about her every night for the past week. He couldn’t stop jacking off either, but it wasn’t helping, apparently. Last night’s nocturnal emission and his current boner being proof.
Right now, Mrs. Wilson was standing at the foot of her bed, folding clothes and dancing along to some song on the radio. Jimmy had a great view; he couldn’t take his eyes off of her boobs. They were nice and full with big pink nipples, and they kept jiggling and bouncing around as she shook out her clothes.
Suddenly his hormones were pumping, and it seemed like all the blood in his body zipped down to his Johnson. He felt woozy, lightheaded. His cock throbbed and bumped up against his belly, ready - no, screaming for action.
Mrs. Wilson snapped a pair of khaki pants and folded them neatly. She leaned across her bed, reaching for a blouse. She gave up and stepped around the side. Jimmy muttered to himself under his breath.
"C’mon. Let’s see it," he said, licking dry lips. "C’mon, a little more this way, just a little more…YES! There it is! We have bush!"
He pumped his hand in the air.
"Wow! If Andy could see this…"
Andy was the only person he’d told about his wet dreams. Jimmy knew he’d understand, wouldn’t goof on him once he found out. Andy thought Mrs. Wilson was hot too, and was a little jealous of Jimmy for living close enough to be able to spy through her bedroom window.
Jimmy something on Andy, too. After he spilled his guts about Mrs. Wilson, Andy let him in on his little secret: he told Jimmy how much he wanted to fuck his - Jimmy’s - mom.
Andy was always horny. He jerked off constantly, whacking his pud whenever he got the chance, and it didn’t matter where. During school he usually walked around with a big old boner sticking out of his pants. Andy stole his older brother’s porno magazines in his constant search for new jack off material, and he was always snooping around his sisters’ rooms, trying to get a peek of them and their friends in the buff. He’d even drilled a hole through the back of his closet into his mom’s room so he could snap nasty pictures of her while she got dressed, or showered, or whatever.
After he first met Jimmy’s mom, Andy got so horny he offered to give him some pictures of his mom in her nightgown in trade for some of Jimmy’s mother in hers.
Jimmy just laughed and said no thanks.
He’d never really thought about it before (it was his mom, after all. Why would he think about stuff like that?), but Jimmy supposed his mom was sort of cute - for a mom anyway. She used to be a cheerleader in high school, and still had a tiny, tight, tan little body. But Andy’s mom was short and fat and, well, kinda goofy looking. Andy looked pretty much just like her, just shorter and fatter.
So Jimmy didn’t really want the pictures, but he took the camera anyway, just in case. And when he gave Andy some of his mom’s panties, well, Andy got so excited, Jimmy thought he’d cum in his pants.
Anything for a pal.
Andy liked to come over after school and eat dinner with Jimmy and his mom. He’d stare at his mom’s ass and her boobs while they ate, and then offer to help her wash the dishes. Jimmy’s mom liked Andy a lot; she said because he was always so sweet and helpful.
Yeah, Jimmy often thought while they laughed and goofed around in the kitchen. If you knew why he was always so helpful you’d shit a brick.
After dinner he’d usually hang out and they’d all watch TV or a movie together, and lately when it got dark they’d both go up to Jimmy’s room and "do homework". Truthfully, they’d sit at Jimmy’s desk and train his telescope and binoculars on Mrs. Wilson’s windows, hoping and praying that they might catch a little glimpse of her.
But they never did.
Until now.
"Andy’ll never believe this."
Jimmy shook his head sadly.
"Hey - where’s his camera…"
He looked around and couldn’t find the camera, but noticed his new cell phone lying on his desk, charging. His dad had given it to him for his birthday, just a couple days ago. He smacked himself on the head.
"Wow. Even better."
Across the fence, Mrs. Wilson was slipping a bra strap over her arm. Jimmy groaned happily, his hard-on twitching. He unplugged his phone and snapped open the flip-top, pressed the button for the video function, pointed the camera at the glass doors and focused. He pressed the record button, and then zoomed in as close on her as he could.
A couple minutes later, Mrs. Wilson was dressed in a plain white tank-top, faded khaki walking shorts and sandals. She grabbed a small clutch purse and left her bedroom. Jimmy watched her blue Mercedes pull out of the garage and drive down the street until it disappeared around a corner. Then he booted up his computer.
It took a few moments to upload the video to his laptop. Jimmy saved the file in the cheap movie editing software his mom bought for his last birthday. He goofed around a bit until he got the picture quality the best he could.
Then he emailed Andy and sent him a little surprise.
For the rest of the morning, Jimmy sat at his desk, playing with himself and watching the video loop he’d created of Mrs. Wilson. That is, until his mom started banging on his locked door, yelling for him to wake up and mow the lawn.
***
Jimmy was almost finished with the yard work when the Mrs. Wilson came home. She parked in her driveway and walked through her yard with an armful of groceries. She smiled and waved to him, and Jimmy waved a grubby hand back.
He swallowed hard and felt himself getting another boner. He watched her ass swish as she crossed to her patio and set the bag down on a picnic table. She came back and leaned against the fence, rested her chin on her folded hands and waited patiently, watching him work.
Jimmy shot quick glances at her, wondering what was up, why she was watching him. He was suddenly feeling very self-conscious of his messy morning hair and dirty, sweaty clothes.
He wanted to run inside and take a hot shower. Or maybe a cold shower.
Instead, he stopped the mower at the edge of the lawn and cut the power. Mrs. Wilson smiled and stood up straight.
"Hey, Jimmy. Nice job."
Jimmy blushed. "Thanks."
"If you’re not too busy, how about doing mine?"
"Uh, well...really?"
"Sure. How does twenty bucks sound? I’ll even throw in a pitcher of lemonade if you edge it for me."
"Okay. Sure thing, Mrs. Wilson. I’m almost done here."
"Great. Come on inside when you’re finished and we’ll have a drink."
Shit, Jimmy thought, grinning like a fool. I would’a done it for free.
"Oh, Jimmy?"
Mrs. Wilson glanced back before she took her groceries into the house. He quickly shifted his gaze off her butt and back up to her baby brown eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Why don’t you call me Grace."
***
"Seriously?"
Andy was sitting on Jimmy’s bed, leaning over so far he was slipping off. He’d come over for dinner, and afterwards - as usual - they ran up to Jimmy’s bedroom and locked the door, leaving Jimmy’s mom to do the dishes.
They spent the next half hour watching the video over and over with the window open and the camera’s at the ready, hoping for another peek.
"You’re not shittin’ me? She told you to call her by her first name?"
Jimmie finishing his story, relating the first part of his morning to an astonished Andy, and was winding up for the big finish.
"Yep. And guess what?"
Andy scootched forward even further. The opposite side of the bed slowly rose a few inches off the floor, and hovered there.
"What?"
"She’s not really married anymore."
"Serious?"
Jimmy nodded. "She lives there all alone. She’s divorced. She told me."
"Wow."
Andy sat back to digest this new morsel of information. The bed fell back to the floor with a thunk.
"A single, super-hot older woman asked you over for a drink. Wow. She wants you, man. Seriously. Did ya fuck her?"
"No. Jeez, Andy. We just talked for a few minutes."
"Oh." He was obviously disappointed, but perked up a little and said: "You shoulda spilled some of the lemonade on her, man. I bet you could’a got her shirt off, at least."
Jimmy grinned and shook his head.
"You’re crazy, man. But listen, here’s the deal." Andy leaned forward again. "Mrs. Wil...er, Grace, she wants me to take care of her lawn for the summer."
"Aww...So?" Andy looked confused. "That just means you’re gonna have to work all summer."
"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "That kinda sucks. But she’s gonna pay me to do it, along with free lunches, which is cool. And check it out..."
Jimmy reached into the pocket of his jeans, dug around and pulled out a small, shiny object. He held up his hand for Andy to see.
"She gave me a key to her house."
***
A week later school let out, and the temperature really began to heat up.
Andy was spending even more time at Jimmy’s house, either spending the night or getting there first thing in the morning to eat breakfast with Jimmy and his mom before she went off to work.
He usually tried to get there before Jimmy woke up.
He’d knock at the back door and wait until Jimmy’s mom would let him in. Then they’d go into the kitchen and he’d scrunch himself into the little breakfast nook and wait for Jimmy to get up, happily watching Jimmy’s mom as she bustled around the kitchen in her sexy, fitted business suits, sipping her coffee and watching the morning news on the little color television on the counter.
Eventually Jimmy would stumble down from his room and join Andy at the table. His mom would kiss the top of his head and ruffle Andy’s hair before she left for the day. They’d usually spend the rest of the day lounging out by the pool, talking trash, or inside watching movies and playing video games.
But not today.
"Hey," Jimmy grunted, slurping down a bowl of cold cereal. "I gotta cut Mrs. Wilson’s grass today."
"Cool!"
"You gonna help?"
"Aww, man, I dunno. My allergies are killin’ me…"
Jimmy dangled the key and grinned. "You sure? The quicker we finish, the sooner we can check out her house. Maybe steal some panties? Huh? C’mon. You know you want to."
"Shit." Andy shrugged. "Okay."
***
They finished just before noon. Andy edged the yard while Jimmy mowed the grass. Jimmy was dumping out the bag when Andy started shouting.
"Jimmy! Hey!"
He was at the patio doors, waving a slip of paper.
"She made you lunch!"
Jimmy hooked the bag back on the mower and ambled over, wiping sweat out of his eyes.
"Really? Lemme see."
Andy handed him the note.
"She said she made sandwiches and lemonade and they’re in the ‘fridge and to help yourself."
Jimmy was beaming. "Hungry?"
"Heck yeah!"
They let themselves in with the key and found a plate piled with ham sandwiches, a container of homemade potato salad and a huge pitcher of fresh lemonade tucked away in the refrigerator. She’d made more than enough for two. Andy nudged by Jimmy and dug into a sandwich with gusto. They made themselves at home and decimated the food. Afterwards, Andy patted his swollen gut and belched
"What a woman."
"Yeah."
"She can cook for me any day."
"Yup," Jimmy agreed.
"Why do you think she made so much?"
Jimmy shrugged around a mouthful of sandwich. "Dunno."
"Hey, y’wanna have a look around?"
Jimmy knew exactly what Andy meant. "Sure."
They grinned at each other. A minute later they were standing in the doorway to Mrs. Wilson’s bedroom, staring at her dresser.
Jimmy cleared his throat. "We’ve gotta be careful."
"Yeah," Andy nodded.
"Put everything back where we found it."
"Okay."
Andy stepped forward into the room and yanked open a drawer. Jimmy stood with his eyes closed and breathed in the smell of Mrs. Wilson’s home.
"Your mom looked really nice this morning."
"Um. Really?"
"Yeah. Ooo, look!" Andy held up a sheer pink nightgown. "Hey, you ever think about your mom dressed up like this?"
"What?" Jimmy stared. "No way."
"No really. Don’t you think she’d look really sexy?"
"Dude, please."
"What?"
"You’re talking about my mom."
"Yeah, I know. So?"
"So she’s my mom!"
Andy shrugged, unconcerned. "I’d do her, if she was my mom."
"Yeah, I bet you would, ya sicko."
"Sex is sex man. That’s what my brother always says." Andy pawed through the drawers, held up a black teddy. "What about this?" He examined the black lace, running his hands over the material. "Look, there’s no crotch! Easy access!" He stuck his fingers through a hole in the crotch and wiggled them around.
"Jee-sus, man. Will you cut it out?"
"What?" Andy looked bewildered. "Hey, look, it’s not just me. All the guys at school think your mom’s sexy. They talk about her all the time."
Jimmy was getting pissed. "No they don’t."
"Seriously, it’s true. Marcus, especially. Last Friday when she picked you up, he was talkin’ about how he wanted to bend her over and…"
"I said cut it out!"
Andy blinked at his friend.
"Man! You don’t know when to lay off."
Andy giggled and held up the teddy. He made a cooing sound, danced around the bed and mouthed the word, "sexy."
"Oh, fuck you."
Andy busted up and fell on the bed laughing. He covered his face with the teddy and gave it a loud rrrummsky. Jimmy had to laugh in spite of himself.
"You know she’s cute, man." Andy grinned through the soft material. "Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about doin’ it to her. Why else would you go through her stuff with me?"
"Will you shut up already?"
"You ever take any of her panties or anything and jack off with ‘em?"
"Shit." Jimmy closed his eyes tight. For some reason the image of his mom in the little teddy popped into his head, and his Johnson shifted in his underpants. "Yeah. But only once."
"Riiight. Once." Andy laughed, then sighed and stretched out, wriggling on the bed.
"I’d do her. I dream about it sometimes, that your mom’d be my first time. Just like with you and Mrs. Wilson."
"Fuck off, man. You’re gonna have to fix those covers."
"Oh, shit." He stood up and fluffed the pillows, then smoothed out the wrinkles he’d made in the bedspread. "But really, I would. You’ve seen how your mom looks at me in the mornings. You know what?"
"What?"
"I bet ya that sometime this summer, she’ll come on to me while you’re still upstairs sleeping."
"You’ve been reading too many porno magazines. Shit like that doesn’t really happen."
"It doesn’t?"
"No way."
"Well, crap."
Andy almost managed to look hurt.
"Aw, Man. I’m just messin’ with you anyway."
"Sure."
Andy stuffed the teddy back in the drawer and flipped through more clothes; bra’s and panties, some plain cotton nightgowns. "Hey, where do you think Mrs. Wilson keeps her dildo? I can’t find it in here."
"I dunno." Jimmy thought about it for a second. "You think she really has one?"
"Sure." Andy nodded wisely. "My brother says that every chick has at least one. Your mom did, didn’t she?" Jimmy nodded. "I told you she would. There’s gotta be one around here somewhere."
"What about in the nightstand, like my mom?" Jimmy pulled open a drawer and rooted through a collection of books and knickknacks. "I bet if she has one, she’d want to keep it close so she wouldn’t have’ta get out of bed…"
Andy thought about it. "Yeah. Hey, yeah! That’s a good idea."
Jimmy found it in the bottom drawer.
"Holy shit."
Andy was peering over the other side of the bed, trying to see. "What? You get it? What is it?"
Jimmy lifted it out, his eyes wide.
"Holy shit." Andy echoed.
The dildo was massive, easily as long as either of the boys’ forearms, and just as thick, with a pair of heavy, molded plastic balls the size of a small apple at the base.
"Wow."
Andy looked up at Jimmy and the buddies grinned.
"Told ya she’d have one."
***
They were back at Jimmy’s house later that evening. Jimmy was at his desk, playing with his phone and staring at the dark windows of Mrs. Wilson’s house, waiting for her to come home from work. Andy was lying on his bed, sorting through the little pile of panties he’d stolen, smelling the crotches of each pair.
"Wouldn’t it be cool if we could get her here with your mom sometime, and…and…like, get ‘em both drunk, or something, and then hump ‘em?"
"Uh," Jimmy grunted.
"We could take turns," Andy rolled onto his stomach. "Or we could double team ‘em."
Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Man, that’ll never happen."
"Why not?"
"Look, I know what you’re thinking, but people write about that shit for those magazines so guys like you can jerk off. They’re stories, you know? They don’t really happen. Some teenager doesn’t just get lucky with the sexy neighbor after he mows her yard."
Andy rolled back over. "Well, I think it could. Even if the letters are fake."
"Whatever."
"No, really. I…"
Suddenly, Andy got really quiet. Jimmy looked over at his friend, wondering if he’d finally pissed him off.
Andy was staring at a itty-bitty g-string, smiling like a maniac. Suddenly, he rolled over. He had a crazy gleam in his eyes.
"What if it did happen. Would you fuck her?"
"Who? Mrs. Wilson? Or my mom?"
He was kidding, but Andy nodded.
"Either of ‘em. Both of them. What if?"
Jimmy thought about it. He looked long and hard at the panties spread out on his bed, the video of the naked Mrs. Wilson playing as a screensaver on his computer.
"Yeah, I guess so. But…"
Andy jumped off the bed and gathered most of the panties in his arms.
"Cool. I’ve got an idea."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just chill out. I’ve got an idea." He unlocked Jimmy’s door. "I’ll see you tomorrow.
"Okay," Jimmy said.
But Andy was already gone.
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Later that night he and his mom went out to dinner, at a nice Italian place they both liked. For some reason he couldn’t explain, Jimmy was uncomfortably aware of the way guys were looking at her. She seemed to be oblivious to the attention, but all during dinner, the waiter and the busboys took turns scoping her out. Even some of the other customers followed her with their eyes when they thought their wives or girlfriends weren’t looking.
He ate his lasagna in silence while his mom jabbered about her day. He studied her closely, noting how she sat, and ate and drank. How her hair looked, the way she tossed her long bangs out of her light blue eyes while she talked to their waiter.
Same thing when they stopped at their local video store. The geeky zit-faced clerks didn’t even bother to try to hide the stares as his mom sashayed up and down the aisles in her little skirt.
It made him angry, and he was surprised to admit, he felt a little jealous.
They put the movie on when the got home, something he’d picked out about a creepy mutant space alien that was kidnapping and breeding with earth women. His mom had had a couple glasses of wine during dinner, and barely a few minutes into the movie and she promptly fell asleep on the couch, with her legs tucked under a cushion and her head pillowed in Jimmy’s lap.
Jimmy didn’t think anything of it until the monster snatched its first victim, a busty teenage girl who’d been out necking with her boyfriend in a park. The monster killed the boyfriend, strangling him with a slimy black, octopus-like tentacle. Then it knocked her out and drug her back to its cave, where it tore off all of her clothes and raped her.
While he watched the movie, his Johnson got frisky and poked right up out of the band of his underpants and out of his cut-offs. He shifted a bit, trying to move to a more comfortable position. His mom murmured something in her sleep and rolled over.
One of her hands slipped under his legs, and Jimmy froze. Her face was so close to his cock, he could feel her warm breath on the tip sticking out of his shorts. He didn’t want to move because he was sure she’d wake up and be staring right at his throbbing boner.
"Oh, Jeez…" he mumbled.
He tried to get his boner to go down, to shrink right back into its usual shriveled little self, but no luck. His mom snuggled against him, and rubbed her cheek right into his crotch. Her breathing was becoming heavier and her legs moved slowly, slipping and sliding up and down. Jimmy listened to the alluring sound of her nylons whispering together.
"Ohh." She was making little, soft sounds in her sleep. "Mmm …"
Jimmy couldn’t help himself.
He looked away from the TV, where the monster was now running amok in a almost-deserted hospital, stalking a pretty blonde nurse wearing one of those sexy white nurse outfits. The thing had her cornered in an operating room. She was stabbing at the alien with a scalpel, but the monster just lashed out with one of its tentacles and tore it out of her hand. The next thing the nurse knew, she was bent over a gurney with her legs spread and her dress ripped open, a black tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck and even more pulling away her clothes, squeezing her boob and running all over her body.
"Yessss…ohh…"
His mom was moaning now, with one of her hands buried between her thighs. The top of her silk blouse had become unbuttoned, and Jimmy could see the little pink flower in the middle of her bra, where the cups came together between her breasts.
Her hips bucked and her legs scissored together, her hand moving slowly back and forth. She was moaning softly in her sleep, and her face pushed hard into his lap. Her short blonde hair had come free from the bun she’d had it pinned it up in, and was now streaming over his shorts, tickling his thighs. He could smell her perfume, the flowery stuff she liked to wear to work, and he inhaled deeply, drinking in her scent.
And then there was something else, something that smelled warm and wet; musky and…and…
And then she came.
She cried out softly and her fingernails gouged into his ass. After a moment her body relaxed, and her breathing slowed back to normal.
Jimmy sat, and stared at the television until the credits rolled and his boner took a breather, then he gently shook his mom’s shoulder.
"Mom?" He whispered. "Mom, the…movie’s over. You should go to bed."
"Mmn," she grumbled, and pushed herself straight. She was groggy, her eyelids heavy with sleep. She ran a hand through her hair, the same hand that had been pinned under Jimmy’s butt until a moment before, and smacked her lips. "Okay. How was the movie? I think I missed it."
"S’okay. You didn’t miss much."
"Good," she murmured, and kissed him wetly on his forehead. "Well, ‘night, Sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning."
"Okay."
Jimmy watched his mom pick up her high heels and shuffle down the hall to her bedroom. She flicked on the light, and then he heard water running, the sound of his mom brushing her teeth. The door to her room shut and the light went out. He waited as long as he could, until he could hear her snoring softly, before he skipped back through the DVD to the best parts of the movie.
Then he jacked off. While he watched the nurse getting strangled and raped by the freaky alien, he really tried to focus on the actress’s face. He really tried.
It almost worked.
But when the hot cum finally spurted out over his fingers, soaking the couch, he was remembering how his mom’s lips had felt when they brushed his throbbing cock as she came.
Right there, with him on the couch, just moments before.
***
He woke up on the couch with the sun pouring through the living room window and the smell of bacon and eggs in the air. His mom was singing in the kitchen. He didn’t move right away, he just laid there and listened. He always thought she had a nice voice. She’d told him once that she’d wanted to be a singer back in high school. Before she met his dad and got pregnant.
Then he remembered the entire evening, and sat bolt upright as the doorbell started ringing. He heard his mom open the door.
"Morning, Mrs. Cole."
"Well, good morning Andy. Come on in. Would you like some eggs?"
"You bet. Mm. Smells great. Hey, is Jimmy up yet?"
"No, he’s still asleep..."
"I’m awake!" Jimmy shouted, and dragged his sleepy ass into the kitchen.
"Morning Sweetie! You want some breakfast?"
His mom cheerfully kissed him on the cheek, and Jimmy felt a suddenly familiar stirring in his shorts. She was wearing a navy blue blazer and a sheer, white button up blouse over a frilly lace camisole, and a tight, dark blue skirt, slit up the side of her leg. A small string of pearls around her slim neck matched a pair of pearl earrings. She was looking beautiful, and refreshed and as spunky as if she was still eighteen years old.
Jimmy felt sick to his stomach. "No, thanks."
He pushed her away and dropped into the breakfast nook. "Okay, your loss is Andy’s gain."
She plopped a huge plate of food in front of Andy.
"Thanks, Mrs. Cole."
"Sure. Enjoy." She glanced at her watch and grabbed her purse. "Ooh. I’m running really late today. I’ll see you guys later."
The usual goodbye kiss sent Jimmy’s cock into spasms. He grimmaced and whacked his head on the table. His mom and Andy both stared at him, concerned.
"You okay, baby?"
"I’m okay. Just a headache."
She placed her cool palm on his forehead.
"Oh, Sweetie, you feel a little warm. Maybe I should stay home and..."
"No!"
Both Jimmy and his mom jumped and stared at Andy, who grinned back at them sheepishly.
"I...I mean...It’s okay. I’ll be here. You go on to work, Mrs. Cole, and I’ll watch out for him today."
Jimmy’s mom looked unconvinced.
"Are you sure?" She turned to Jimmy. "I’ve got some extra vacation I can use..."
"No. No, s’okay mom. I’m fine," Jimmy mumbled, waving her away. "Just sleepy. I’ll see you tonight."
"All right..."
Jimmy poured himself a cup of black coffee as his mom’s car pulled out of the garage. Andy was practically jumping out of his seat. Jimmy gulped a mouthful of coffee and sat down. "Ahhh. That’s a good batch."
"Hey, when did you start drinking coffee? My mom won’t even let me try it. Says I’m too young. It’ll stunt my growth."
"She’s right. Makes your dick soft, too."
"Oh, shit. That’d suck. Hey, what’s up with you this morning?" Andy wondered. "What’d you do last night that got you so grouchy? And why was your mom in such a good mood?"
Jimmy almost told him about his experience on the couch. Almost.
"I just stayed up too late. Watched a movie you’d probably like. Lotsa sex."
"Oh, cool. Maybe we can check it out later."
Even through his stupor, Jimmy could tell Andy was way more hyper than usual.
"What’s up with you? I thought you were gonna come back over last night."
"Yeah, I was. But I got busy checking something out."
"Oh, yeah? What’s that?"
Andy reached into the beat-up backpack that he’d dropped on the floor by his feet and pulled a dog-eared porno magazine. He slapped it down on the table next to Jimmy’s cup.
"Still wanna try to get Mrs. Wilson over here?"
Jimmy was mildly surprised to realize he hadn’t thought about Mrs. Wilson since…well, since last night.
"You mean, to dork her?"
Andy was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah."
"Man, c’mon, enough’s enough. You and I both know that’s never gonna happen. And you’re never gonna hump on my mom, ‘cause we’re just kids, and...’cause she’s my mom. Jeez."
"Don’t be such a downer, man. We’re not kids anymore; just a couple more months and we’re gonna be freshman in high school. You’ve just gotta start thinking like we’re already there. Older ladies love us young studs, ‘cause we can go all night long. All the letters in here say so. Anyway, I think I figured out a way we can do it. Here, look."
Jimmy looked.
"Andy, you gotta stop thinking that those letters are from real chicks, man. Seriously. They’re all made up bullshit…"
Andy was jabbing at an ad with his fork, a big, full color advertisement smack in the middle of a page filled with grainy black and white pictures of naked people groping each other and striking super-sexy poses for the camera. His voice slowly trailed off. All of a sudden, he was remembering his mom with her head in his lap, moaning quietly, her body quivering with pleasure.
"Is this for real?
Andy nodded. "I’m pretty sure. Go get your laptop while I finish eating. I’ll show ya. Last night, I got this all worked out. I think."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
Jimmy bolted upstairs, grabbed his notebook and thundered back down to the kitchen. He plugged the computer in and booted it up while Andy scarfed down the last of his food. He pushed his dishes away and started typing, still chewing. Jimmy sat back down as Andy logged onto the internet and brought up the website in the ad.
"There it is." Andy grinned as the home page loaded, displaying a single link written in elaborate gold script and set against a royal blue background.
Welcome to Fantasy, Inc.
Andy turned the screen towards Jimmy. "Check it out."
Jimmy clicked the link and read through the site.
Andy shrugged. "What do we have to loose? Let’s just send ‘em an email and tell ‘em, y’know, what we wanna do, and see what they say?"
"Well, maybe ‘cause we could get arrested?"
"Like we couldn’t if Mrs. Wilson caught us snooping around her house?" Andy sat back with a frown. "Don’t be a pussy. We won’t get busted. C’mon."
With a sigh, Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"
Andy took control of the computer again, breezing through more questions until he found the page he wanted. At the bottom was another link:
Choose your fantasy.He grinned at Jimmy and started typing. Pretty soon, Jimmy was grinning too. After another half hour or so, figuring they got everything in the email that they could think of, Andy hit send.
"Well," Andy scratched his nose. "Guess that’s it. Wanna go watch that movie?"
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Halfway through the third viewing, Andy was hunched down in a leather recliner with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his shorts, playing a game of pocket pool. The monster had crashed a house party, and was slowly picking the guys off, one by one, then raping their dates.
Andy was enthralled. Jimmy was crashed out on the couch, perusing the latest issue of Living Single, skimming through an article titled, ‘Another Lonely Evening?’ then, in smaller print: ‘Look No Further than the Lettuce Crisper’.
Amazing, the things you didn’t know a radish had uses for
"Jeez! Jimmy, will ya look at those boobs? They’re as big as my head!"
"Uh-huh. They’re not real. All plastic, my friend."
"Ahh, you’re no fun. And anyway, it’s silicone, not plastic." Andy slid off the chair. "I’m gonna check the email."
"S’only been half an hour since the last time you checked."
"Har-har-hardy-har-har. What a comedian."
Andy plinked on the keyboard, the speakers emitted a ding! and a sexy female voice intoned:
"Mailbox."
"Hey!" Andy exclaimed, excitedly jumping to his feet. He jabbed a finger at the screen "Holy crap! We did it! C’mere and read this!"
Together they scanned the email, grinning ear-to-ear.
"We can do it! They’re gonna help us set up the whole thing!" Andy grabbed a dish of fruit from the middle of the table and dumped the fruit out. He stuck the dish on his head and did a little dance. His flabby gut jiggled. "You’re gonna fuck Mrs. Wil-son. I’m gonna hump your mo-om. Oh, yeah! Uh-huh!"
Jimmy grinned at his friend and finished reading.
"Huh."
"What?"
"You didn’t read the whole thing, did you?"
"Nope." Andy peered over his shoulder. "Why?"
"’Cause they’ll help us." Jimmy frowned. "For a thousand bucks."
"Okay."
"Whattaya mean, ‘okay’?" Jimmy blinked. "Do you have a thousand dollars? I don’t have a thousand dollars. How are we gonna get…"
Andy held up his hands. "Nope, I don’t have it either." He shook his head and bounced around happily. "But you’ve got a nice lawnmower, and we’ve got a lot of rich neighbors with shaggy grass."
"You’re kidding, right?" Jimmy tried to do the math in his head. He couldn’t; the numbers kept blanking out, so he dug around for the calculator his mom kept in the junk drawer. He found it and started crunching numbers. "I mean, a thousand bucks…"
"It’s not so bad."
Lamely, Jimmy muttered, "It’s a lot of fucking work. That’s what it is."
"Jeez. And you call me lazy. You’ve gotta think big here bud."
"I’m only mowing her yard so I can…"
"Steal her underpants? Okay. We did it. It was cool. I like jacking off in the ones that I took. But now we’ve got a chance to get into her panties. While she’s still wearing them! Shit, think about it. Are you really gonna puss out on that? We won’t be the only freshmen virgins when school starts! We’re gonna be studs!"
Jimmy was shaking his head, laughing. "You’re nuts."
"Yeah, maybe." Andy stared at the ceiling. "We’ll see. Look. Mrs. Wilson’s paying you twenty bucks a week to do her yard - heh. Do her yard." Andy groped a pair of imaginary titties and humped the air for a second, then continued. "Anyway, that’s ten bucks less than the guy who mows ours charges, and you do a better job. And I’ve seen his work truck all over the neighborhood. So if we go around to those houses and tell all those people we’ll cut their yards for twenty, we just need, uh, that’s about…two yards a day a week, for…maybe a month."
"Hey, you’re right." Jimmy held up the calculator. "With money left over."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. About a hundred bucks."
Jimmy blinked again and watched Andy boogie around the room. A flash memory of his mom’s bra under her unbuttoned shirt popped through his brain.
"Huh." He said. "I guess working outside for a few weeks doesn’t sound too bad."
***
A few weeks later, Jimmy was wiping sweat and grime from his forehead while Andy finished edging the grass along Mrs. Wilson’s flower beds. Mrs. Wilson was there as well, lying on her deck in tiny white bikini, lounging in the sun with a book and a glass of iced tea, watching the boys work over the edge of her book.
Jimmy shut off the motor to the lawnmower and she beckoned him over.
"All finished?" She smiled.
"Yep. Just about. Andy should be done in a sec."
"Great." She handed Jimmy a crisp twenty dollar bill. "Here you go."
"Thanks, Mrs. Wilson."
"Grace." She touched his hand, her fingers lingering for a moment before releasing the money. "Please."
"Right. Sorry, forgot."
"It’s all right," She purred. "Would you do me a favor?"
"Uh, okay?"
"Will you oil my back?" She handed him a small bottle of baby oil. "Please?"
Jimmy stared dumbly as Mrs. Wilson slipped her feet off the side of the lounge and turned her back to him. She pulled her long hair up in a ball at the nape of her neck and held it out of his way. She tilted her face up to the sun and closed her eyes.
"Just squirt a tiny bit on your hands, sweetie, and rub it in gently."
Jimmy squeaked something that sounded like ‘ghurrk’. He cleared his throat and tied again. "O-okay."
He squirted a dollop of the shiny warm fluid into his palm and set the bottle on the picnic table. He rubbed his hands together and took a deep breath.
Here goes
"Oh, that’s nice," she cooed.
Jimmy kept rubbing. Her skin was warm from the sun, and soft. He stared happily at the light spray of freckles sprinkled across her shoulders and chest, at her heavy breasts swinging in the bikini top, the curly wisps of hair that escaped from her fingers and blew in the breeze, tickling his hands.
Suddenly he sprouted major wood.
Oh, wow. I’m in heaven
"Down a little further, sweetheart. Be sure to get it everywhere; I don’t want to burn."
He rubbed her back in a complete daze; spreading the oil carefully down the supple curve of her spine to her slim waist and flaring hips, moistening the light dusting of blonde hair at the small of her back. She swayed and purred as he worked.
Across the yard, Andy finished with his edging and looked around. He didn’t hear the lawnmower any more, so Jimmy was probably already done. He spotted Jimmy over on the patio talking with Mrs. Wilson. Jimmy had the goofiest look on his face, like he’d been kicked in the gut. Then he noticed what Jimmy was doing to Mrs. Wilson, and the look on her face, and Andy’s eyes bugged out.
"Holy shit!" Andy grinned and loaded up his gear.
After Mrs. Wilson paid them for today, they’d have plenty of cash for The Plan. Although it looked like Jimmy didn’t really need much help. Jeez, Mrs. Wilson was practically begging him to fuck her right there on the chair. But Andy knew Jimmy wouldn’t go through with it, even if he realized how hot for him she was.
He sighed. Every freakin’ girl in school wanted to go out with Jimmy. And Jimmy had no clue. Andy figured it was gonna be the same thing in high school. Jimmy just had that kinda - what did his mom call it?
Charisma.
Jimmy had it; Andy didn’t. And he knew it.
Every day they hung out together, he knew it was never going to happen. Andy knew he was doomed to be a short, chubby dork forever, just like his dad, and his older brother, too. He knew that nobody would even talk to him if he wasn’t already friends with Jimmy. Heck, half the time he wondered if even Jimmy kept him around just for laughs. And really, deep down in his guts, Andy knew that once high school started, they’d drift apart. He could feel it happening already.
Thoughts like that pissed him off.
A lot, actually.
Enough, so that when he started hanging out at Jimmy’s house and met Jimmy’s mom, Andy decided he was gonna fuck her, maybe even in front of Jimmy, and get her knocked up. That way Jimmy would have to keep him around.
He’d be family.
Hey
"Hey, Mrs. Cole!" He waved.
She smiled and waved back. Andy loved it when she smiled at him. He loved watching her, and being together, alone with her in the mornings when Jimmy was still asleep and the house was quiet. He loved how she’d hum under her breath during those little, private times with him. It didn’t even seem to matter to her that he was always watching, and listening. He thought she secretly liked their time together too, just as much as he did.
He loved everything about her, but especially that. Jimmy had no idea how hot she really was.
He shook his head and whispered, "Damn, I wanna fuck you."
Andy watched her until she disappeared into the house, and then he sighed, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. He looked back over at Jimmy swooning over his old piece of ass.
Mrs. Wilkins had untied the straps to her little bikini and flopped over onto her stomach. Jimmy was still smearing grease on her back with that dumb, I-just-got-kicked-in-the-nuts expression plastered on his face.
Judging from the bulge in his buddy’s shorts, Andy figured it was time to get the show on the road. He’d send the money tonight.
***
Two days later, the box came, special delivery.
Andy and Jimmy were discussing the future of their gardening business. Jimmy was ready to give it up, now that they’d made enough money for this fantasy thing, but Andy was - amazingly enough - arguing to keep working. He was of the opinion that, once they had dorked the ladies, they were gonna need money to keep ‘em around.
Jimmy figured that they could play the life of leisure for the rest of the summer. Both his mom and Mrs. Wilson probably had plenty of money to spend on them, if they wanted.
Andy was ready to call him a stupid fuck when the doorbell rang. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down while Jimmy opened the door.
"Hey. I got a delivery here for either Andy Fitzsimmons or a Jimmy Cole?"
"Yeah, that’s me. What’cha got?"
"I dunno," the delivery guy handed Jimmy a pad and a pen. "No return address on the box. You wanna refuse it?"
"No!" Andy shouted. It was the Stuff! It had to be! "No! We’ll take it!"
"Uh, okay…then, uh, just sign right there. And print your name there."
Jimmy signed and took the box. It was about the size of a shoebox, cardboard wrapped in plain brown paper.
"Thanks."
"Sure. Have a nice summer guys."
Andy snatched the box out of Jimmy’s hands and plopped back down on the couch. He tore the box open with gusto.
"Jeez, Andy," Jimmy sat in the recliner and popped open a can of soda. "Calm down."
"Yeah, sure. Okay."
Andy dumped the contents of the box onto the table. Two envelopes: one plain, letter-sized note, and another, large manila envelope, stuffed full. He was so excited he felt dizzy.
"Wow." Jimmy said. "So…that’s the stuff?"
Andy nodded. "Yeah. Guess so."
"How…how do you use it?"
"They were supposed to send instructions…"
Andy ripped open the white envelope and smoothed several typed sheets of paper out on the table. He started reading. A few seconds later he looked up, grinning.
"You wanna go see if Mrs. Wilson’s home?"
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They caught her coming home from work.
"Hey, Mrs. Wilson!" Jimmy shouted.
She smiled as they jogged up.
"Well, well. If it isn’t my two favorite boys. What are you up to?"
"We, uh," Jimmy glanced at Andy, who nodded. "We wanted to know if you’d like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Dinner?"
"Yeah. It’s, uh, it’s my mom’s…birthday. Well, not tomorrow, but pretty soon, and we were gonna make dinner for her…"
"We were gonna buy it, actually," cut in Andy.
"Oh?"
Jimmy kind of toed at the ground, uncomfortable. "Yeah, but, uh, well, you guys seem to be friends now, so we wondered if you’d like to come too?"
"Well, I don’t know." She pursed her lips, teasing. "What are you serving?"
"Italian." Andy said. "From Speranza’s."
"Will anyone else be there?"
"No…uh, we haven’t invited anybody else." Jimmy’s voice cracked up a few notches. "Not yet, anyway."
"Oh. An intimate dinner party?"
Andy grinned. He was having fun. He’d never seen Jimmy so nervous. Suddenly, he was seeing Mrs. Wilson in a whole new light. She noticed him grinning and winked at him. Andy had to pinch himself to keep from laughing.
"I guess so."
"Will it be a formal affair?"
Jimmy looked helplessly at Andy. Andy was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt, and he knew if he tried to talk he’d bust up. But he managed to nod.
"So I should dress up?"
Jimmy blinked, clueless. "Uh, well…"
"Sure." Andy finished. "That’d be great."
"Okay. Then I’ll see you boys tomorrow night."
"Really?" Jimmy’s eyes lit up. "You’ll come?"
"Sure. I’ll look forward to it."
"Wow. Great! That’s so cool!"
"Thanks, Mrs. Wilson." Andy took Jimmy by the arm before he could say anything else stupid. "See ya."
Mrs. Wilson’s eyes twinkled mischievously as the chubby boy led his cute little friend back home. Gardeners, and now little chef’s, too. She cupped her arms under her breasts and heaved a sigh. So sweet.
Then she realized they hadn’t told her when to come.
"Hey!" She called out. "What time?"
***
The phone was ringing when they walked back into the house. Jimmy answered and got an earful of Andy’s mom, shouting for Andy to come home and baby-sit his little brother.
"Aw crap," Andy muttered. "We needed to make plans."
"You’ll be here in the morning, right?"
"Yeah. I guess so."
"We’ll figure the rest out then."
Andy nodded grudgingly. "Okay, but you gotta hold onto the stuff. You know what my mom’s like. She already thinks I’m on drugs, or something. She searches my room whenever I leave. If she found this stuff…"
"S’alright." Jimmy agreed. "I’ll hide it."
"Cool. See ya tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
Jimmy gave Andy a thumbs-up and turned on the TV as the front door slammed shut. He tried to watch a movie, but his attention kept drifting back to the envelope on the table. Finally, he gave up.
He slid his finger under the flap and opened the envelope. He shook out several small, clear plastic baggies, full of a yellowish green powder. He skimmed through the instructions, until he came to the part where Andy had left off.
"Mix it with liquid…blah, blah…ingest immediately for po-potency…"
He held up a baggy to the window. The sunlight reflected and refracted through the powder.
"Hey babe."
Jimmy jumped and dropped the baggy onto the rug. In the kitchen, his mom tossed her keys on the counter and slung her purse onto the dining table.
"Mom!"
Jimmy quickly scraped all the stuff lying on the table back into the box as his mom walked into the living room. She flopped into the recliner with a huff and closed her eyes. He half kicked the packet he’d dropped under the couch.
"Whew. It’s so hot out there." She smiled at her son. "How was your day? What’cha got?"
"Oh, uh, just some…stuff Andy loaned me."
He stood up and walked down the hall, praying she couldn’t see the edge of the bag peeking out from under the couch.
"You hungry?" She called after him.
"Sure." Jimmy popped back out of his room.
"I’ve been dying for a hamburger."
"Cool."
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Dinner was tough.
Jimmy picked at his food and tried to ignore their waiter as he flirted with his mom (‘Hi, my name’s Trevor, and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get for your beautiful self?’). He fidgeted and squirmed while his mom devoured a greasy bacon-guacamole cheeseburger and a truckload of fries, along with most of the chocolate milkshake that he ordered but didn’t finish.
She smacked her lips. "Oh, that’s good. I was starving."
"Yeah. No kidding? I couldn’t tell."
"Whoo-hoo, a little grumpy tonight? You feeling okay, sweetie? Aren’t you hungry?"
Jimmy shrugged.
"Can I get you folks anything else?" Trevor. "Some dessert? A drink for the lady? We’ve got a nice…"
Jimmy willed him to drop dead. Trevor took their plates instead.
"No thanks." His mom said.
Trevor cocked a jaunty eyebrow Jimmy’s way. "How about you, big guy?
Big Guy
"Just the check, please."
"Al-righty, then. You just yell if you need anything else. I’ll just be right over there." Trevor squinted, giving Jimmy’s mom his best GQ-HeMan-supermodel look. He made a gun with his hand and shot her with a click of his tongue after leaving the check.
"What a dork." She shook her head. "Hey, I know. Why don’t you start coming to the gym with me in the morning? Pump some iron. Get all buff and savage-tanned, like good old Trevor." She squinted, made a muscle and slurped more shake. "You’d impress all the babes." She leaned forward. "The girl who teaches my cardio-kickboxing class is so cute. I could hook you two up."
"Mom!"
She giggled.
"Jeez, you’re kidding. You know mom, sometimes you freak me out."
"Sorry, babe. She is cute, though. Her name’s Suzy."
"Mom…"
She giggled again and slurped.
"What’s up with you tonight? You never eat this stuff." Jimmy frowned as the last of his shake disappeared. "Didn’t you want some wine or something tonight?"
"Wine?" She cocked her head. "With a hamburger?"
"Well, you always get some at Speranza’s."
"Sure. But that’s a nice Italian place. A little wine tastes nice with pasta. But with a burger…" She slurped the last dregs of melted ice cream. "A milkshake definitely hits the spot."
She pulled the straw out of the cup and licked it clean. Jimmy watched her tiny chocolate and whipped cream covered tongue, mesmerized.
"So. What do you want to do tonight?"
Jimmy pried his eyes away from her mouth and managed a weak shrug.
"I dunno."
"How about a movie?" She dropped the straw back in the glass and patted her lips with the edge of a napkin. "I completely missed the one we got the other night. We could rent it again, if you want. I promise I’ll try not to fall asleep this time."
"We, uh, could get something else."
"Why? You said you liked it a lot."
"Yeah, but…"
"We’ll pop some popcorn and curl up on the couch. It’ll be fun."
"S-sure." Jimmy gulped. "Okay."
***
The few minutes they spent at the video store were even worse than dealing with Trevor at the restaurant. Jimmy tried to subtly mix the box for his movie in with a couple of new releases that his mom picked out, but the stupid zit-faced clerk who helped them noticed and had to tell his mom all about it while he rang them up.
"Oh wow! Teenage Alien Sex Massacre!" He gushed. "This is great!"
She gave Jimmy a funny look while the geek went on and on about the special effects and how he couldn’t even tell that the alien was just some guy in a bondage suit with a big dildo glued to his crotch.
Jimmy grimaced and wished the geek’s head would explode. By the time the clerk handed his mom the bag and a bucket of microwave popcorn, he was halfway out the door.
"Tell me how you like it! Oh, and be sure to watch it in the dark. It’s a lot creepier that way." The clerk shoved his thick glasses up higher on his nose. "Have a nice night!"
Jimmy’s mom said thanks and the clerk looked like he creamed in his pants. Outside, she tossed Jimmy the movies and tousled his hair before she unlocked the car.
"Are you sure I’m old enough to watch this?" She asked.
Jimmy blushed and grunted under his breath. His mom laughed.
He didn’t say much on the way home.
***
Jimmy dropped the bag of movies on the living room table and flopped down on the couch. As soon as he sat down, the phone started ringing
"Will you pop the popcorn?" She said, slipping out of her suit jacket. "I’ll get the phone."
"Okay."
She draped the jacket over the back of the couch and went to get the phone. Jimmy stood up, grabbed the bucket of popcorn and noticed the little baggy he’d kicked under the couch.
"Oh, shit!"
He bent over and snatched the baggie, hiding it behind the bucket.
His mom peered at him from across the room, her hand over the phone receiver.
"What is it, Sweetie?"
"Uh, nothing mom." He stuffed the baggie in his pocket and grinned nervously. "I just…dropped the popcorn."
"Oh." She nodded. "Hey, will you get me a glass of iced tea, too? I made a pitcher this morning. It’s in the ‘fridge."
"Sure."
In the kitchen, Jimmy set the microwave on high for and nuked the popcorn. He grabbed a couple clean glasses, filled them with crushed ice and poured tea for both of them. He stuck his hands in the pockets of his shorts and lounged against the counter, playing with the plastic bag while he waited for the popcorn.
He pulled the baggie out of his pocket and held it to the light, shook it. The tiny green crystals gleamed and flashed in the light. Pretty.
A few lines from the instructions ran through his head.
Mix with liquid for best results. Pin begins to affect the nervous system almost immediately, making the recipient extremely aroused sexually and highly susceptible to manipulation and suggestion. The recipient may experience blackouts or hallucinations.
"Jimmy?" His mom called from the living room. "Everything okay in there? The movie’s starting."
He shook himself awake and shouted: "Almost done!" as the microwave chimed. He popped open the door and peeled the plastic cover off the top of the bucket. "What are we watching?"
"Your movie!"
"What? Why?"
"Because I’ve got to tell the video guy how I liked it. So I guess that means I’ve got to watch it."
Jimmy shook his head and groaned. He couldn’t watch that stuff with his mom…
He stared at the baggie, lying there on the counter. His mom was still talking.
"…smells good!"
"Yeah," he shouted back.
He remembered his mothers lips, so close to him…
…extremely aroused sexually…
Jimmy tore open the packet and dumped the contents into one of the glasses of tea. He stirred the drink with a spoon out of the sink. The crystals melted into an oily green sludge which swirled around the ice before blending completely with the tea.
He held the glass up to the light.
No trace.
Jimmy closed his eyes for just a second, the glass in his hand tipped over the sink, wondering at what he was about to do.
Andy’s voice rang through his head: I’d fuck her if I was you.
He almost poured it out. Almost.
"What’s the hold-up in there?"
"Coming!" He sighed and carried everything into the living room. His mom smiled at him as he handed her the glass.
"Thanks, babe." She patted the cushion next to her and took a sip. "Sit down. You’re just in time; the alien ship just crashed."
"Oh." Jimmy set the popcorn on the table in front of them. His hands were shaking and couldn’t catch his breath.
His mom kicked off her sandals and pushed the shoes under the coffee table, then she curled up in the corner of the couch and tucked her legs underneath her body. She sat the popcorn on the cushion between them and took a sip of tea.
"Mm, good." She smiled and took another sip. "Thanks."
"Sure."
Jimmy grinned weakly. His mom munched on a big handful of popcorn.
On the screen, the alien was creeping up on a sexy young mother out for a walk. She was pushing a baby carriage that looked like a leftover from the 1950’s. She wore a hot pink sweater and a matching miniskirt that looked painted onto her curvaceous body, and she wobbled as she tried to walk in the stiletto-heeled sandals strapped on her feet. She smiled and made funny faces down into the carriage.
The sound of a baby cooing loudly was superimposed on the soundtrack.
"Wow." Jimmy’s mom laughed. "Look at those heels. Most new moms I know dress just like that."
Suddenly, the mom in the movie stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes popped open as a twig snapped in the gloomy park, just across the street from where she stood.
Creepy organ music that sounded like the slow beating of a human heart began to amp up in volume.
"What time is it?" Jimmy’s mom wondered.
"Huh?" Jimmy looked at his watch. "It’s about eight-thirty…"
"No, no. I mean, in the movie. Look at the moon in the clouds. It’s like midnight, and she’s out walking a baby?"
Jimmy groaned. "Jeez, mom. It’s just a movie."
"But couldn’t it be just a little realistic? Is that too much to ask?"
"A realistic movie about aliens?"
"Well. Okay. You got me there."
The movie mom peered at the dark trees, frightened, listening intently.
"Is anyone there?" She asked with a high-pitched, quavering voice. "Hello?"
Quiet.
She shrugged, and began pushing the stroller again, her hips swaying and her miniskirt swishing.
The music got louder.
The alien launched itself from its hiding spot, barreling right at the carriage. The movie mom screamed.
So did Jimmy’s.
"Omigod!"
She grabbed Jimmy’s thigh and squeezed -
"Oh, gross!"
- as the alien ripped the baby out of the carriage -
It’s a silly looking doll
- and ate it. The alien gobbled it down noisily, blood and bits of clothing dripping from it’s gaping maw as the movie mom looked on in horror.
Then the alien advanced on her with its long, black tentacles waving, wrapping around her arms and legs, smacking its blubbery lips. The woman screamed again, and was flung to the ground.
Jimmy’s mom was still squeezing his leg. "Okay. I’m a big weenie. That actually scared me."
The music blared as the alien tore at the woman’s clothes.
"Oh. Oh." She said over the movie mom’s screams. She arched an eyebrow at Jimmy. "Did Andy recommend this to you?"
"Uh, yeah. How’d you know?"
The movie mom kicked and screamed and slapped at the alien. But nothing she did prevented the tentacles from tearing open her tight sweater, exposing huge, floppy breasts.
She took her hand back and watched the alien molest the woman with a look of disgust. "Just a guess."
"We can watch something else. Really."
"No," She sighed. "It’s okay. I should know what kind of stuff my son is watching. Even if it is trash."
"Yeah, but it freaked you out."
"Did not."
"Did too."
She grinned, a little, and took a sip of tea to hide it. "Fine. You’re right. But this…"
She just sighed again and shook her head at the TV. Jimmy settled back into the couch. He could still feel the grip of her hand tingling on his thigh. His mom took another sip of tea, ate more popcorn.
"Salty," She murmured, and polished off her tea. "Boy, it’s hot in here."
Jimmy shot her a look. "I guess."
Suddenly she was staring intently at the screen, squirming a little. The alien had the movie mom bent over the remains of the baby carriage, and was pounding away at her butt.
"This is a damn porno." Jimmy’s mom blinked and pulled her hair back out of her face. She tied it in a knot high up on the back of her head. "I can’t believe I’m letting you watch this shit."
Jimmy flushed with embarrassment, but kept quiet.
His mom unbuttoned the top of her blouse and rubbed her hands on her thighs. Wet marks stained the tops of her dark blue slacks. She looked at her moist palms, and said, "I’m sweating like a pig." She turned to him. "Aren’t you hot? Did we turn off the air-conditioning?"
Jimmy shook his head. "It’s fine in here. Actually, it’s kinda cold."
On the TV, the alien was starting to climax. The camera closed on a shot of the movie mom’s face, with green goop oozing out of her mouth.
His mom was rocking back and forth now, frantically rubbing her hands on her legs while she stared at the television. Suddenly, she stood up.
"I’m going to the bathroom." She padded down the hall. "Be back in a sec."
"Okay."
Jimmy heard the bathroom door slam closed. He snuck down the hall and peeked through the keyhole. His mom was leaning on the counter, staring at her reflection in the mirror, panting. Water was running into the sink, soaking a washcloth. She turned of the water and patted her face with the wet cloth, then the back of her neck.
"Oh. God." He heard her whisper.
Jimmy had a good view of her reflection. He watched as she unbuttoned her blouse down to the curve of her breasts, and could see the silky, lacy camisole she wore underneath. She rubbed the cloth down her chest. Beads of water dripped down her neck and chest, spotting her gauzy white blouse.
"Oh," She said, and dropped the towel. "Oh, shit."
She unbuttoned her slacks and let them drop. She plopped down on the toilet and closed her eyes tightly. Jimmy could now just see her face and the tops of her shoulders in the mirror.
She was moaning softly. At first Jimmy was worried she was sick. Her arm was moving quickly, up and down.
He knocked. "Mom? You alright?"
She stuttered out: "I…I’m f-fine, babe. Ohh-hh!" And then her eyes flew open and her body jerked and heaved. She licked her lips with her wet little tongue.
"You sure?" He asked.
She was quiet a moment. It looked to Jimmy like all the muscles in her body had locked up. But then she relaxed and slumped forward.
"F-fine," she shuddered. "I’ll be out in a minute."
Jimmy walked back to the couch and the movie, with a huge, hard boner stretching out his pants. He was pretty sure he knew what he’d just witnessed. He adjusted his crotch, trying to shift the dang thing in his pants to a more comfortable position, and flopped back down on the couch.
He heard the toilet flush, and water running in the sink again. Then the bathroom door opened and his mom was back on the couch with him. Her eyes were slightly glazed over and her face was damp with perspiration. She looked almost like she was glowing.
Her blouse was still unbuttoned, open to her breasts and forgotten, and Jimmy could see the outline of her nipples, hard and poking through the soft, silky material.
He wondered what they felt like, and suddenly his dick throbbed.
"Sure you’re okay?" He asked.
She nodded and sat stiffly. She stared at the TV as if he wasn’t even there.
The movie had come to the part in the hospital, and the alien was busy raping the nurse. Jimmy’s mom licked her lips and rubbed her thighs. She was panting heavily, and she slowly spread her legs. Her hands slipped straight down between her thighs, making her arms bunch her breasts together. She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered shut.
A warm, wet stain slowly spread through the crotch of her slacks.
And then she passed out.
Jimmy blinked in surprise. "Mom?" He grabbed her shoulder and shook her. "Mom? Are you okay."
Her head rolled back onto the cushion. She moaned and her eyes fluttered again as her breathing slowed and evened out, but she didn’t wake up.
"Mom?"
The sound of the alien fucking in the movie grabbed Jimmy’s attention. He looked at the ice melting in the empty glass of tea that him mom drank. He looked back at her again, at her swollen nipples and the stain soaking her pants.
His dick twitched again. Jimmy felt his pulse racing. His own breath was coming in ragged gulps. He shook her again, calling her name.
Nothing.
Jimmy licked his dry lips and scooted closer to her. He reached out and touched her cheek. Her skin was flushed and moist with sweat.
"Mom?"
No answer.
He closed his eyes, and let his hand drift down until he touched her blouse. He swallowed hard and cupped her right breast, squeezing it gently through the material. Her nipple brushed against his palm, and she groaned. Her chest arched forward, shoving her breast hard into his hand.
"Oh, wow."
He moved closer and cupped her other breast with his free hand. He squeezed them together, enjoying their soft fullness. His mother’s hands flopped aimlessly against her thighs. Nurses were screaming in pain and shame on the television behind him.
Jimmy didn’t want to think about how bad this was.
What would Andy do
His lips were dry again and he wiped them with his hand. He was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. He drew back for a second, and then ripped her blouse open, down to her navel.
Her breasts bounced and jiggled in front of him.
Jimmy pulled the blouse down over her shoulders, and followed that with her camisole’s thin spaghetti straps, until her little brown nipples peeked out at him.
He stopped and stared. Her right breast had a tiny dark freckle just above the nipple, and he ran his fingertip over it. His mom shivered and he drew his hand away until she stopped. He waited until she was still and reached out and lightly touched the hard, rubbery tips of her nipples. He squeezed them, feeling their texture.
Then he bent over and took one into his mouth.
His mom moaned loudly. He sucked at her breast, wondering at the texture of the nipple; it reminded him of chewing on a pencil eraser. Her back arched and she cupped the back of his head with her hands, pulling him hard against her chest. Her breast mashed around his face.
Jimmy’s dick popped out of the top of his shorts.
He sucked and nibbled and bit, experimenting. Everything he did made his mom moan and try to pull him closer. He moved on to her other breast and started slurping.
Without thinking, he unbuttoned his shorts, pushed them off his ass with his underpants and stepped out of them, leaving everything in a pool on the carpet. His dick swung free and he started jacking off while he sucked and bit at his mother’s breasts.
She was squirming hard against him and he remembered the other night. He remembered the feel of her warm breath on his cock.
He pushed away and stood up. His cock ticked back and forth in front of him, floating straight out towards his mother’s mouth. He stepped up onto the couch, and the tip of his dick grazed her lips.
"I want to fuck you so bad…" He groaned.
One word escaped her mouth, like a hiss. "Yesss…"
Her lips parted. Jimmy felt her hands gripping his legs, then his ass, and she was pulling him to her. His cock eased into the warm wetness of her mouth, and his legs almost gave out as she took him in.
"Oh, shit…"
Jimmy didn’t wait, and he wasn’t gentle. His thirteen-going-on-fourteen year old boy hormones took over - he just grabbed her hair and started fucking her face as hard and fast as he could, shoving his cock in until she gagged, over and over.
"OhGodohshitohGod…" He moaned.
And then he came, blowing his spunk deep into her throat. His orgasm almost blinded him, and he had to grab the back of the couch to keep from flipping over onto the floor. He kept grinding his hips against her face for a long time, until he rode out the last twitches of his orgasm.
After a moment he relaxed and looked down. His mom’s eyes were half open now, and she was slowly bobbing her head back and forth. She was sucking him hard again, making soft yummy sounds deep in her throat.
Jimmy enjoyed the feeling until he was good and ready again, then he pulled out and stepped off the couch. His mom groped blindly for him, clawing the air in front of her and making frantic wailing sounds.
He got a little worried. "Mom, it’s okay, I’m here," he said, and caught her by the wrists. "Here. Lie down."
"Mmnn…"
She grabbed him and pulled him on top of her. His penis slid along her pant leg as she scissored her legs around him, pulling his hips into hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair and nuzzled his neck. She licked and nibbled at his ear, panting and gasping.
Jimmy’s penis ground into the damp material around her crotch.
He moaned and pulled away from her. She reached for him as he grabbed at the waistband of her slacks. He popped the top button and pulled the zipper open, and then he was yanking the pants down over her ankles.
And then he was staring at a pair of tiny pink panties, stained dark with pussy juice.
"Oh, wow…"
Jimmy pushed his mom’s grasping hands out of his way and rolled her panties down her thighs. The cotton padding stuck to her pussy for a second, and then they were past her knees and over her feet. He held them in his hands, wondering at their smell, the feel of them.
He looked back down at her and shivered, he was so horny. Her hands found his cock and she stroked him while her hips ground in a slow, lazy circle. Her eyes were still fluttering, and she was growling low in her throat.
Jimmy stared, greedily smothering her body with his eyes. He slowly ran his hands up and down her tight stomach, enjoying the feel of her smooth muscles through the silk blouse and the camisole, then he swallowed hard and touched her between her spread legs. She bucked at the touch and she and squeezed his cock hard, making him gasp with pleasure as she pulled him into her.
She caught him immediately, and grabbed his ass as he bulled his way further inside her. The warm, sharp sensation as her pussy enveloped him made Jimmy dizzy, and he collapsed on her.
His mom locked her legs around his back, and her breath hissed into his ear as he slid all the way inside. Jimmy propped himself on his elbows as she started to fuck him.
"Oh…shit…oh, fuck…that feels…so…good…"
The feeling of her pussy was almost too much. Jimmy buried his face in her hair and let her move underneath him. When she rolled him over and climbed on top of him, her eyes opened completely for the first time since the drug took hold.
"J-Jimmy?" She gasped, and looked at her son, naked, underneath her his hard, dripping cock clenched tightly in her hand. Her hips hovered just above him, her thighs trembling.
"Oh, my God."
He could see the realization of what was happening sharpen her dazed expression.
"Mom?"
Her hands flew to her mouth and her eyes went wide in horror. She shook her head.
"Don’t stop…please don’t stop. I just want you to fuck me…"
Her eyes closed, and her hands slowly drifted away from her mouth. Jimmy felt her wetness lower onto him.
"Oh…yeah…squeeze your titties…"
He slid deep inside her, and she gasped, still quietly shaking her head, but she began kneading her breasts, hard enough to make her groan. Jimmy’s hands wrapped around her tiny waist.
"Yeah…uh…yeah. Fuck me…like I’m the…best…"
She bent over him, began kissing his belly, his chest.
"Oh, yeah…kiss me…"
Her hot lips closed over his and her tongue flicked into his mouth, gently prodding. He sucked on it like a sweet candy. And then he felt another orgasm build deep in his balls, and with another jerk of her hips, he exploded inside her.
Gritting his teeth he gasped. "Come on, come with me…"
Her pussy muscles clamped down hard on Jimmy’s withering cock and she clung to him tightly as she came. Vaguely, as if from far away, Jimmy heard her weeping, She was still shuddering, still frantically kissing him, when Jimmy passed out.
***
Jimmy woke slowly, feeling sluggish, sweaty and thick in the head. He was lying flat on his back with his mom curled up next to him, her head pillowed in the crook of his arm. She was snuggled as close as she could get to him, breathing softly, with one of her legs tossed over his thighs and an arm wrapped around his chest.
He smacked his gummy lips and scratched at his crotch. His hand came away sticky. She groaned in her sleep and rubbed her pussy into his leg. She was still wet.
Jimmy smiled and his cock perked up. He shifted onto his side, feeling pins and needles shoot through an arm that had fallen asleep long ago. He grabbed his mom’s ass and hooked her leg up around his waist. His cock slid over her soft thatch of pubic hair, down to her pussy, searching for it’s way in.
She sighed, more of a soft exhaling of breath than anything, and he rolled on top of her. He braced himself on his elbows and pushed with his hips. Her pussy took him in easily, wrapping him deep in her warm, silken folds and holding him tight.
And then the phone started to ring. And ring.
"Awwshit." Jimmy muttered, and slipped out of her. He rolled onto his feet and padded over to the phone with his slimy dick hard and swinging, and checked the caller ID. The message indicator on the answering machine read: 34.
Andy
He picked up the phone and mumbled, "Hey, man."
"Jeez! Where were you? I’ve been calling all day."
"All day?" Jimmy repeated. "Whattaya mean?"
"It’s after two o’clock! We were supposed to be getting ready at noon!"
Andy sounded frantic. But then, he usually did. Jimmy looked up and blinked at the sunlight streaming though the windows. He rubbed a sticky, smelly finger over crusty eyes and yawned.
"Oh, wow. I guess we slept kinda late."
"Yeah, kinda late. Jeez, Jimmy, I gotta tell you something…hey. We slept late? Who’s ‘we’?"
"Uh, me and mom."
"Your mom never sleeps late."
"Yeah, well, we kinda had a late night. Rented some movies…"
"Oh." Andy paused. "Hey, what’s she wearing today?"
Jimmy was staring at his mom’s crotch, marveling at the sight of her little pink pussy lips when he answered. "Nothing."
Andy’s voice turned hoarse. "Nothing?" He whispered. "You mean, she’s naked?"
Oh shit
"Oh. Damn"
Andy sounded disappointed.
"What’s the big deal, anyway? We’ve still got plenty of time to get dinner and stuff before Mrs. Wilson comes over…"
In a muffled tone, as if from another room, Jimmy heard someone yelling at Andy to hurry up.
"Okay! I’m coming!" Then back to Jimmy, whispering, "I can’t come tonight."
"What?" Jimmy’s jaw dropped and he sputtered, "But…but…this is your plan…I mean, you - we’ve been waiting for weeks…"
"I know, I know. I’m sorry, but my dad came home this weekend and he’s got some bug up his ass. He wants to take us all camping. He’s leaving on another job again next Monday, an’ he’ll be gone the rest of the month, so my mom won’t let me stay home.
"Tell her we’ve got lawns to mow. I can’t do ‘em all without you anyway. For real."
"Tried that already. No luck. Fuck, even Billy’s going. If mom won’t let him stay, no way I can. I gotta go."
"Aww, shit. You’re kidding."
Andy sounded like he wanted to cry. "Uh-uh. Serious."
"Man."
"Yeah."
"Well, I hope you have a good time."
"Yeah, right." Andy snorted. "It’ll suck. Our vacations always suck. I’ll be horny all week, with nobody but my mom and my sisters around."
"You could fuck them."
He snorted again. "You realize we were gonna lose it tonight? Both of us? With the women of our dreams?"
Jimmy plopped into the recliner by the couch. He touched his mom’s hair, stroked it. She smiled and wiggled in her sleep.
"Uh, yeah, well…"
Then he realized what Andy was really telling him.
"Oh, shit! What am I gonna do tonight? Mrs. Wilson’s gonna be here in a couple hours!"
"I dunno, man…hey, hold on a sec…" There was more screaming on Andy’s end of the phone. This time Jimmy distinctly heard Andy’s mom yelling for him to get his fat ass in gear. "Shit, I gotta go."
"But…but…"
"Hey, you know what I’d do." The shouting continued. Andy sighed. "I’ll talk to ya later."
Jimmy frowned as his buddy hung up. He tossed the phone on the coffee table and stared at it for a long time, thinking.
"Shit." He drummed his fingers on the leather chair. "Shitshitshit…"
He looked at his watch. Just a couple hours left.
"Hey mom…"
No answer. He shook her shoulder.
"Mom, wake up."
She rolled over and buried her face in a throw pillow.
"Shit." Jimmy shook her again. "Mom, we gotta get up. We’ve got company coming over. I need to go get us dinner."
That got a weak groan.
"Mom, c’mon…"
Nothing but a soft snore.
"Ahh, man."
Jimmy stood up and took his mom by the wrists, then pulled her up into a sitting position. He head flumped forward onto her chest, like a rag dolls, then she tipped over sideways.
"Hey!"
He grabbed her under the armpits and sat her up straight again. Her head rolled back on her neck, her eyes fluttering. Jimmy knelt in front of her and smacked her cheeks gently with the palms of his hands.
"Shit, mom, c’mon. Wake up. Please."
She groaned and fell forward, right into him, knocking him off balance. Jimmy whacked the back of his head on the coffee table, and they fell to the floor together in a heap, with Jimmy’s mom right on top of him.
"Oh, man."
It’s the drugs. Gotta be
He sprouted wood.
"Mom..?"
Her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, but her body was on auto-pilot. She rolled her pussy in a slow circle against his cock while she nuzzled his neck with her lips.
"Oh, wow…"
He cupped her ass and enjoyed the sensation of her wet pussy teasing him, her warm breath blowing on his damp neck. A second or two later, and Jimmy lost all track of everything else.
***
3:49 pm.
Jimmy’s mom was draped over him. Jimmy was panting for air. He felt sore all over, especially his crotch. His pelvis was bruised and sore, his balls felt like they’d been smacked with a hammer and his cock was limp and scraped raw, burning like somebody dunked it in acid.
He groaned and pushed his mom off. She flumped over onto the floor, arms and legs akimbo. She was all sweaty and breathing hard too, and Jimmy took a strange satisfaction from that fact. It made him grin.
Then he saw the clock.
"Oh, shit! We gotta get ready!"
He shook his mom. She rolled over onto her side and let out a snore.
"Mom! C’mon! We don’t have time to do this again."
She snored louder.
"Mom, get up!"
Jimmy stood, grabbed her wrists and tried to pull her to her feet. She was totally asleep, limp like a wet noodle. She just slid between his legs and stuck there with her head flopped back on her neck, still snoring.
"Oh, man. What am I gonna do…" He thought about it. "Maybe…maybe I can get you in the shower with me…"
It was worth a try, anyway. He was so tired he couldn’t think of anything else to try. So Jimmy yanked her arms, pulled her up onto her knees and grabbed her under her armpits. They were both so slick and sweaty she almost slipped right out of his hands.
"Oofff!" He grunted. "Jeez…"
He got her in a bear hug and lugged her to her feet, started dragging her down the hall. Jimmy was a big kid, but by the time he pulled his mom into her bedroom he was huffing and puffing. He made it to the bed and dropped her with a grunt.
She bounced and almost fell off.
He caught her and eased her onto the mattress, then stood back and scratched his head.
"Man. No way I can get her into the shower by myself. There’s gotta be something I can…"
On the bed, his mom curled into the fetal position and kept on snoring. Andy’s voice popped into Jimmy’s head.
You know what I’d do
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5:16 pm.
Mrs. Wilson - Grace, to her friends and family - was butt-naked and humming quietly to herself in front of a full-length mirror, an antique hand-me down that had been in her mother’s family for generations. The mirror was part of a set, matching her dresser as well as her bed and night table, and she’d loved it since she was a little girl playing countless hours of dress-up.
They were the only things she’d really wanted after her folks passed away, and she’d barely managed to keep the set after her divorce.
Grace had just stepped out of the shower and was toweling off with a thick, fluffy white cotton towel, wondering what to wear tonight. She finished drying off and opened her dresser, selecting some clean panties and a bra. She looked out her bedroom window at the Cole house and smiled.
She knew the two boys - Jimmy and his chubby little friend - both had crushes on her.
(What was the other boy’s name? Andy. That’s right. An-dee. AndyAndyAndy. Grace knew that if she said it enough, eventually she’d remember.)
Grace was pretty sure they’d been snooping on her too. She’d noticed the telescope up in Jimmy’s room trained to her windows months ago, and she knew they’d gone through her dresser the day she’d left them lunch.
At first their spying annoyed her, to the point that she’d almost called the police. But as far as she could tell they hadn’t taken anything, just messed up her drawers. And then she met Jimmy’s mother, and liked her, and then she met Jimmy too, and he turned out to be so sweet and cute; just a normal, horny teenage boy.
She still wasn’t sure about that Andy boy, though. He seemed to be the ring leader of their little spy-network, and sometimes he gave her a creepy feeling when he looked at her. But Jimmy…well…he had something about him, didn’t he. A charisma.
Oh, my little Peeping-Toms.
She wasn’t sure what had motivated her to give them that first little peep-show. Maybe it was all the attention they were giving her. She was still an attractive woman; before and after her divorce men had often thrown themselves at her, even more so once the magazine became popular. But none of them made her feel...excited. To them, she was simply another stepping stone, another...well, just another fuck, on their way to bigger and better things.
But this...flirtation, with the boys...
For a while, it almost felt innocent and fun, like she was playing Mrs. Robinson to Jimmy’s Ben Braddock. Grace knew she’d gone a little overboard the day out at the pool, when Jimmy oiled her back until she felt like a goopy slug. She was pretty sure he’d still be clumsily massaging her shoulders if his friend hadn’t stopped him.
And then they surprise her with this dinner invitation. Well...
It had all been fun, but now she wondered - no. She knew that she’d gone too far teasing them. Much too far.
But she could fix this problem, just like she’d fixed all the other silliness in her life. She bought this house as a rental, and moved out here just to get away from the city for a bit, just for the summer. She was going to be moving back to Los Angeles in a few weeks, and then this house would be just another rental property in her portfolio. She could forget about the boys. After tonight she’d make sure to avoid them.
But she promised to be there for dinner, and Grace never reneged on her promises. She didn’t really have anything else to do anyway, and she just knew Jimmy would be crushed if she bowed out with some lame excuse. So she’d go with a smile on and try to enjoy herself.
Grace held up her underwear.
It’s way to hot out for these
She tossed the panties and bra onto the bed and pulled out a nice light camisole instead, then padded to her closet and clicked through the hangers until she found a nice, white silk sun-dress she liked.
She dressed and slipped on a comfortable pair of sandals while she zipped up the back of the dress. She brushed out her hair and braided it back into a thick ponytail, then dabbed on a bit of makeup and found a small clutch-purse that matched the dress.
Grace took a quick turn in the mirror, letting the skirt billow around her calves, and she smiled approvingly at her reflection. She felt light and happy; almost felt like she was twenty again, and going out on a date.
Still not too bad
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5:53 pm.
Grace stood in the shade of the Cole porch with a covered glass dish in hand, and smoothed the folds of her dress.
I’m actually nervous
She took a deep breath, knocked, and then let it out in a slow hiss. She felt butterflies wriggling around in her stomach and giggled nervously.
I feel like I’m a kid going on a date
She heard someone moving around at the back of the house. A muffled shout drifted through the door. "Coming!"
It’s so
A bead of sweat trickled down her back and slid into her butt-cheeks.
Okay…hurry up
Grace smiled prettily as Jimmy opened the door. Dressed in a rumpled black t-shirt and cut-offs, he looked like he just rolled out of bed after a long night of no sleep.
"Oh. I thought I was supposed to dress up?"
"Um. Wow. You look great!"
She cocked her head and watched him. She did a little sashay, and his eyes followed her boobs down to her hips, and back.
"Jimmy? Would you like to invite me in? It’s uncomfortably warm out here."
His eyes snapped up from her chest.
"Oh! Yeah! Sorry! Come in…"
He opened the door for her. Grace stepped into the foyer and looked around. The layout was almost exactly like hers, but reversed. She sniffed the air; something smelled funny. It was faint, but pungent. Grace knew the smell, but she couldn’t quite place it.
"Did…are we having fish for dinner?"
"Huh-uh. Why?"
"Oh, well, I thought I smelled fish..." She shook her head. "Oh, anyway, never-mind that. Here." She held out the dish as Jimmy shut the front door. "I brought dessert. You said we were having Italian, so I made tiramisu. You probably have a birthday cake already, but…"
She shrugged as Jimmy took the dish.
"Oh. Hey, thanks," Jimmy peeked under the plastic wrap. "It smells really good."
"It should probably be chilled."
"Chilled?" He looked confused.
"You can pop it in the ‘fridge"
"Oh. Okay." He grinned and stepped to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home."
She casually strolled through the messy living room. She expected birthday decorations, banners, other guests. But the house was empty, quiet and deserted. She glanced at a half-full bucket of cold popcorn and some glasses on the coffee table.
"So…this is kind of a pre-birthday party?"
"Uh, yeah." He nodded over his shoulder.
"Where is everybody?"
"Well…" Jimmy leaned into the refrigerator, and he had a pitcher of iced tea in his hand when he came out. "Andy can’t come. Mom’s…still getting ready. She’s gonna be a little while."
"Oh. That tea looks fabulous."
Jimmy held up the pitcher.
"It’s good. Want some?"
"Please."
He grinned and pulled two tall, clear glasses out of a cupboard.
"So it’s just the two of us?"
"Yeah."
He poured the tea as she sat on the couch. Grace thought the cushions felt damp. She looked to check; the material under her dress was definitely wet, and the fishy smell was stronger here.
Eww. What the heck is that?
"Here you go." Jimmy handed her a glass.
"Thanks," she smiled, and took a long sip. "Mmm. That’s really good. It hits the spot."
"I hope so," Jimmy replied, smiling happily. He held up his own glass and took a big gulp. "There’s a lot more where that came from."
"Well, then," she held up her glass. "Cheers."
Jimmy grinned, and they drank together.
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To be continued
… She wondered....hot out today. .. , she twirled around again, and left for dinner..Grace grinned again. If you were just a few years older… …. Jimmy thought. He lay on the floor with his eyes closed, wondering what he was going to do, when his mom growled low and deep in her throat and squirmed on top of him. Her hands snaked under his arms and hooked onto his shoulders.. Jimmy shook his head. "Uh, well yeah. She’s in the shower.".? He wondered, listening to the screams on the TV. What would the alien do?, Jimmy thought. So obvious it’s nott a real baby…? Jimmy grimaced. Jeez. What a creep. "No thanks.", he grinned. Speak of the devil. Andy glanced at his watch. She was home early. , he grinned stupidly. I’ve died and gone to heaven., he thought, and smeared the goop over her tan, muscular shoulders until they glistened. She made a purring sound deep in her throat and wiggled her bottom on the chair. , Jimmy mused. Cucumbers and carrots were obvious choices. But broccoli and cauliflower? Crazy.We will be happy to consider your submission. A reply will be emailed to you within twenty-four hours. Thank you for choosing Fantasy, Inc.
"This is stupid, man. It has to be a scam. I mean, how could they do this shit? There’s no way…"