Heidi was in the kitchen cleaning frantically. She was agitated after another unsuccessful date, and found cleaning therapeutic. It was such a waste of a Friday. She had her needs after all, and tonight’s man was boorish. It was disappointing as he had seemed like such a catch.

It was ten in the evening when she had got home and changed out of her good clothes into a t-shirt and sweatpants. It was about to turn into an evening of white wine and Netflix, and she had a head start on the wine. Her kids weren't home, but one of their friends was. He would come over on the weekend to play videogames and smoke pot with them, but they weren’t home so he was downstairs playing. The war noises were frustrating to her, and he yelled at him to turn it off. He was at least good for conversation.

He appeared at the top of the stairs moment later. He was a skinny kid, his dirty blonde hair plastered messily on his forehead. He had an earring, which she found tacky, and tattoos on his forearms which she thought was a poor judgement. He was wearing a t-shirt of some metal band and worn blue jeans.

“What’s wrong, Heidi?” he asked as he came up. He had a way of always knowing her mood, which she liked.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she sighed. She put her wine glass down and picked off something crusted on the counter.

“Men?” he queried.

Heidi laughed. “You could say that – this one certainly didn’t act like one.” She sighed and finished her wine glass, then went to make some tea, offering him some. He accepted and sat down at the counter, taking an orange from the bowl and peeling it. As she brewed the tea, she swore that in the reflection on the kettle she caught him looking at her. She dismissed it as having a little too much to drink and being horny, and poured two cups and brought them over.

“Boys not home?” she asked.

“Nah,” he said, “Chris is out with his girlfriend and Alex is on a night shift. I didn’t know till I got here.”

“Well, you know you’re always welcome here,” she replied. It was true. He had been friends with her kids for so long. He was a bit of a trouble-maker and she’d heard some unsavoury stories, but he had never been anything less than pleasant around her.

“Sorry you had a bad night,” he said while blowing on his tea to cool it down.

“Me too,” she said, before realizing how pathetic that sounded. “Come, let’s sit on the couch. Tell me what’s new.”

He followed her over to the living room. The Christmas tree lit up the room, but it was chilly so she turned on the gas fireplace. A diorama of a Christmas village was on the mantle. She enjoyed cozy atmospheres, and turned on the electric candles that were on the living room table. There they sat and talked for an hour about work, relationships, and news. She poured herself two more glasses of wine in that time and he had the same. At around eleven she was getting tired.

“I think I’ll go to bed soon,” she said, yawning.

“Oh – stay. Here, I’ll move over to the chairs so you can rest here,” he said sweetly. She smiled. He would make some girl very happy someday.

“Oh, I don’t want to bother you,” she replied. “You would mind if I rested my legs on your lap, would you?”

There was a slight pause, and Heidi realized it was an inappropriate request. She was about to get up and go to bed, when he replied, “go right ahead”.
She put her wine glass on the table and stretched out on him. Then she felt the pressure on her leg. It was slight, but there, and yes – right where his crotch was. She looked at him. He blushed, and was about to get up but she interrupted him.

“You really find me attractive?” she asked. She had no idea why. Men had lusted after her in her youth, but she was much older now – almost fifty. She was chubby, too. The years had added pounds and her belly and buttocks had caught up to her thick bosom, which now sagged. Her husband had left her decades ago and she hadn’t been able to retain a man since. It had been a depressing ordeal.

She looked at the boy sitting on the other end of the couch. His name was Matt, and he had been around the house for years. He was nodding in response to her question.

“I never really believed it,” she said, though she wasn’t sure if it was out loud or in her head, “a young man like you? And really, I’m more of your mother. But you are very special to me.”

He got up after that, gently lifting her legs and putting them aside.

“I think I’m going to go downstairs and wait for the guys,” he said. “Thanks for the wine.”

“Wait,” she said, and he stopped. “Want to go up to my reading room?”

He nodded again.

While she was walking up the stairs to her reading room thoughts were racing through her head. Yes, she was horny, but what she was thinking was highly inappropriate. It wasn’t sex, though. She just wanted to feel sexy. Plus, she could blame it on the booze. He wasn’t saying anything. He probably loved it. She had heard he had been with older women before.

They got to the reading room, which was a small room beside her bedroom. There she had a desk and her books. The sun would fill the room in the morning and it calmed her. She would normally have her morning tea there, or meditate. There were pillows in the corner and all sorts of spiritual energy trinkets among the shelves. She took a breath and turned to him.

“Do you want to see me naked?” she asked.

His eyes widened. He nodded again. That’s all she needed. She lifted up her shirt over her head, exposing her heavy, C-cup breasts and thick nipples. Men loved her nipples. They would always suck them. She was very white, and her blue veins flowed across her breasts. Beneath that her belly was a little chubby, giving her a muffin top. She heard the slight gasp from Matt as she exposed herself. Then she bent over and took off her sweatpants. She was wearing small white panties underneath, nothing particularly sexy but not too shabby, either. Her thighs and calves were thick and smooth. Then, standing in only her panties, she looked up at him.

“More?” she asked.

He was staring at her. It was a little bit awkward, being so exposed, but she could tell he was looking out of lust and she enjoyed that.

“Wow,” he said.

She could see the bulge in his pants, but she did not say anything. After all, she wouldn’t want things to get weird.

“Can I touch you, Heidi?”

Get weird… It was her turn to nod now. He moved closer and put his hand on her breasts, running it up and feeling her nipple. She could feel the blood rush to her mound and her nipples harden as her heartbeat quickened. His hands were surprisingly soft. Then he bent down and put her nipple in his mouth, licking it with his tongue. All men did that. She kind of liked it, seeing this young man on her breast, and as she thought this she could feel herself dampen. His other hand rubbed across her belly and down her thigh. She needed this. It wasn’t too bad, she wouldn’t let it get any farther. This his hand brushed between her legs. She let out a gasp and grabbed his wrist.

“No,” she whispered. “Not that far.”

“Please,” he half-panted.

“No,” she said again, and released his wrist.

It was awkward for a moment. She was standing there in only her panties, her nipples hard, her mind racing, her heart about to pound of his chest. He was in front of her, fully clothed, fidgeting from excitement, his pants bulging.

He broke the silence.

“Please, Heidi. I won’t tell anyone. Let me take off your panties. You’re so beautiful. I want you. I want to taste you.”

It was flattering but insincere. She knew he was horny, that was true, and she was too, but it wasn’t right.

“Please, Heidi,” he said, and his hand reached out to go low, “let me take off your panties.”

“I said no!” she said, firmer. She had heard some of the girls say he was pushy.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he said, with a kind of twisted sadness in his voice that made him sound even younger. She looked at him again and there was a sort of weird look in his eyes, like that of lust and longing and sadness.

“Do you want to take off my panties?” she asked him quietly, as more of a question than a real offer.

“God yes,” he replied, the strain in his voice evident.

She thought about it for a moment. She hadn’t shaved. Most of the girls shaved these days. But she was wet from the petting and thought there wouldn’t be any real harm in showing herself off. Maybe she’d make a deal with him.
“Okay,” she said, “I’ll take off my panties. But you can’t tell anyone, and you can’t fuck me.”

He nodded.

“And you have to eat me out.”

She added that one at the end and it even surprised her, but she figured she might as well get something out of this free show she was giving him.
He nodded again and got down on his knees – his knees! At least the boy was obedient. He inched his way forward on his knees until his face was level to her crotch. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She slid off her panties and let them drop to the floor.

He kissed her a few times first. Then he let his tongue go. It was a bit messy, but soon he found his rhythm. His tongue played her folds first, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She kicked off her panties and spread her legs so he could really get under. He dipped his tongue into her and tasted her honey, before going up to her clit and really going at it. She moaned and grabbed his hair to stable herself. One of his hands was on her leg and the other was on her butt. She loved the feeling. Here she was, straddling her boy’s friend’s face. It was a naughty thing. The thought of it filled her and she could feel the pressure build as he went to work. She bit her lip to contain it. Finally she could take no more. She pulled his head back from his hair and pushed him down.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered him, “I want to suck your cock.”

He took off his clothes like lightning. He was sitting on the floor naked beneath her. She turned around so her ass faced him and pushed him down on the ground with her butt. His cock was nice. It wasn’t too thick but it was long and had a nice head and she liked the taste of the precum that was covering it. As she went to town so did he, on her wetness that she had plopped on him. She felt his soft tongue explore her holes, lapping it up like a dog. Normally she preferred a little more technique, but she could feel his youthful energy and his cock was bulging, his balls taut. It excited to her to know she could make this young boy so hard and so eager to taste her hairy old cunt. It was dirty, and she loved it. Her whole body was on fire. Here was this twenty-year old cock in her mouth, and he was buried under her. Soon she could feel his cock swell in her mouth.

She stopped then, finishing by licking his shaft and kissing the head of his penis. She lifted herself off him. She didn’t want him to cum. It would be weird. She wanted to keep the lust, not have weirdness enter the room. Turning to him, she saw him looking up at him from the floor, his face covered in her. She bent down and kissed him. She could taste her sweetness on his lips.

“Go take a shower, and goodnight,” she whispered. Then she took her clothes and left the room. It was a good night, full of new things.

It would not be the last.