That was a relief to Shanna. At least it wasn’t one of the boys.
“It’s your mother,” she announced. “I’m all sweaty from cooking. I really need a shower.”
Stevie opened the door wearing only a red slip. “I’m putting my makeup on,” she objected.
“Well, can I use the shower while you do that?” Shanna asked. She had honestly forgotten how difficult it was to share one bathroom like this.
“Are you going to make it all steamy in here?”
“I’m not going to take a cold shower,” Shanna replied, “if that’s what you’re asking.”
Stevie began to look distressed so Shanna suggested a compromise. “Could you finish getting ready in front of my makeup table? That way, we can both get back downstairs.”
Stevie agreed to that proposal, rapidly gathering up her makeup and heading to her mother’s room.
Shanna closed the door behind her and hung her robe on the hook. Naked again, she tucked her hair up into a shower cap and started the water, carefully adjusting the spray until she got just the right amount of heat.
Dave had used the shower this morning. She wondered if he had touched himself and fantasized about her body.
He had almost kissed her in the kitchen, Shanna was sure of that. Now, separated from the excitement of the moment, she could clearly see that she couldn’t let something like that happen again. There were too many people in the house and they were bound to get caught. But wouldn’t it be nice if he could slip into the shower beside her… Run his lips over her nipples while the hot spray rained down on top of them… Let his fingers slide between her thighs and open her pussy…
Shanna had trimmed herself this morning after their run. A few hours ago, it had seemed that her fantasies would happen. But now that Stevie and Edward were here, reality was encroaching and stifling her passions. She just couldn’t bear to have her son or daughter catch her fucking a nineteen year old stud. Good mothers didn’t fuck their children’s friends.
When her shower was finished, Shanna toweled herself dry, slipped back in her robe and went to check on Stevie.
Her daughter was still dressed in the red slip, but her makeup was finished. She sat on Shanna’s bed reading one of the pile of interracial romances that Dave had been looking at this morning in the kitchen.
Was their no end to all of this embarrassment?
Stevie glanced up at Shanna as she entered the room. “Wow, Mom, this is hot! Listen to this:
Lisa’s warm mouth kissed him through his boxer shorts. He could feel her thumbs slide through the opening of his fly and spread the cloth wide. He thought if she actually touched him, blood vessels would burst forth with his semen. He almost dropped the keys as he fumbled to find the one to open his final lock.
Lisa’s hot breath touched his naked flesh. Her lips brushed up against him—not quite kissing. The tip of her tongue touched the pulsing vein on the underside of his dic—
“I’ve read it,” Shanna interrupted her.
“So have I,” Stevie said, “and I want to read it again.” She indicated the stack of books with a wave of her hand. “Are they all like this?”
Shanna wasn’t certain how she felt about this conversation. Her daughter and her had talked about sex before, but not about their fantasies. “Most of them are—the good ones anyway.”
“Awesome,” Stevie said, “may I borrow them?”
“Borrow them?” Shanna repeated. Truthfully, she was a bit astounded by the conversation. Rather than trying to embarrass her, Stevie was embracing her mother’s taste in literature. “I suppose so, but what will Edward say?”
“Who cares?” Stevie said. “We’re dating, not getting married.”
She began to flip through the pile of books, stopping about halfway through. A sly grin appeared on her face as she peered back up at her mother. “Mom, I never knew you had a thing for white guys? When did this happen?”
Shanna began to feel embarrassed again, but clearly Stevie realized what was happening and was determined to put an end to it. She leapt to her feet and grasped Shanna by both arms.
“Hey, no, wait, I think it’s great! Really, Mom, I think this is great! I am so excited for you!”
Shanna was still embarrassed but she began to feel calmer.
Stevie was not finished talking. “It’s just you hid all of this from us, Mom. Ever since I can remember, you’ve lived like a nun and I’m just so thrilled for you to learn that isn’t so. Are you dating again? You didn’t have to wait for Bobby and me to move out.”
At that moment, Shanna felt closer to her daughter than at any other time she could remember. Stevie had grown up and finally begun to thinking of her mother in ways only mature children were able to do. “I did have to wait,” she said, “and no I’m not dating yet, and we really don’t have time to talk about this now, because I have to finish getting dinner ready.”
Stevie sat back on the edge of the mattress and pulled Shanna down beside her. “Dinner can wait for a few more minutes. I want to hear all about this. So, you’re not dating yet, but you’re thinking about it?”
“Well, yes,” Shanna admitted, wondering if pulling Dave down on the floor and impaling herself on his long, hard dick counted as dating.
“That’s wonderful!” Stevie exclaimed. “And the novels?”
“They came first,” Shanna admitted. “I’ve been reading them longer than you realize. It’s just that having the house to myself these last three months has made me careless about where I put them.”
“This is so awesome,” Stevie said. “My Mom gets horny and touches herself. So what’s this about white guys?”
Shanna shrugged. “I just think some white guys are incredibly sexy.”
Stevie giggled conspiratorially. “Me too.”
“And what about Edward?” Shanna arched her eyebrow for emphasis.
“Oh, he’s incredibly sexy too,” Stevie told her. “And he’s so big I-”
Stevie broke off suddenly. “Maybe that’s a little more than we want to share right now,” she finished.
She spontaneously hugged Shanna again. “I’m just so excited for you. I guess I just never thought that you had a sexual side.”
“Your father did a lot to drum that out of me,” Shanna confided. “But life goes on and recently I’ve really enjoyed considering the possibilities.”
When Stevie left to finish getting dressed, Shanna threw herself into her own preparations. She sat down before her mirror and quickly set to work on her makeup. She was careful to maintain an understated approach, feeling that too much make up on an older woman did more to highlight her imperfections than to hide them.
With her makeup finished, she plucked her lacey black bra out of the laundry basket and fitted it over her breasts. It wasn’t quite as supportive as a woman of her proportions might prefer, but it admirably uncovered her cleavage.
Next she reached for the matching panties, but couldn’t find them in the basket. They were not quite thongs, but they were narrow and sexy and Shanna definitely wanted to wear them tonight. Part of being sexy was feeling sexy. And even though she didn’t really believe Dave would get to see them on her, she wanted to feel that he could.
She went carefully through the basket a second time, but the panties were not inside it. Puzzled, she opened her lingerie drawer even though she knew she had washed the garment the day before.
It wasn’t there. Could she have dropped the panties in the basement or on the stairs?
The doorbell rang, announcing Loren’s arrival. There was simply no time to go on looking for them.
Frustrated, Shanna flipped through the panties she did have clean. There wasn’t even another black garment. But perhaps some sexy red panties would be even more exciting…
Shanna stepped into the silk garment and slid it up her legs. Then she rolled on a pair of sheer stockings before putting on her slip and dress. A modest pair of high heeled shoes completed her outfit.
Now it
was time to go see Dave’s reaction to it.
Everyone was in the living room when Shanna got downstairs. Stevie’s red dress was stunning and both Bobby and Edward looked very good in their collared white shirts and ties. Loren wore a pale tube dress, which molded itself around her tiny body showing her legs and small breasts to great advantage. But it was Dave that Shanna really wanted to see and what she found took her breath away.
He was dressed all in black except for a snow white tie that was perfectly knotted around his neck. The dark clothing positively emphasized his short blond hair and clear blue eyes.
Those eyes were locked on Shanna as she entered the room, drinking in the sight of her, lingering on her face, her breasts, her bare arms, and her lean legs.
“Mom, you look fantastic!” Stevie told her.
“Wow,” Edward added. “If you are what Stevie is maturing into, then wow!”
Loren stepped forward. “You look incredible, Shanna.” She leaned in to brush her lips against Shanna’s cheek. “And your young stud can’t take his eyes off you.”
A shiver worked its way up and down Shanna’s spine. That was exactly what she wanted out of Dave and precisely what she feared anyone else would notice.
“You look great, Mom,” Bobby added.
Dave alone remained silent and Shanna could see in his face he was afraid to speak.
She took the need to complement her away from him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence everyone,” she said, “but I think it’s time I checked on our dinner. Loren would you mind giving me a hand?”
“I’m off tonight,” Loren reminded her. “And don’t go asking Stevie to help either. She’s got a new man to entertain.”
Loren looked at Dave and Bobby as if trying to determine which young man she should ask.
Dave took the decision from her. “I’ll help you out, Mrs. Elder. It’s the least I can do to thank you for having me over this weekend.”
“Why thank you, Dave,” Shanna said, exchanging a glance with Loren. “I would love to have your help.”
Bobby spoke up. “I guess I could help too. Does anyone want a beer? Edward? Stevie? Loren?”
Shanna’s eyebrow arched up, but Loren was actually chuckling with amusement. “Why thank you, Mr. Elder,” she said.
“I’ll have a beer,” Edward said.
“Is it those Heinekens?” Stevie asked.
“Mom bought you Molsens,” Bobby told her.
“Well, in that case…”
Bobby straightened out the drink orders and got them from the kitchen. Dave and Shanna lingered with the others until he began distributing them. Shanna was in such a good mood that she didn’t mention the fact that Bobby brought a beer for himself.
In the kitchen, Dave voiced the complement he had swallowed in the living room. “You really do look fabulous, Mrs.…” His voice trailed off uncertainly.
God, but this is awkward, Shanna thought. She couldn’t tell Dave to call her Shanna after making a fuss over Bobby using Loren’s first name.
She decided to simply ignore the awkwardness. “You look fabulous too,” she told him.
It was no exaggeration. Dave was a stunningly good-looking man. She longed to run her fingers over his chest and slip her arms around his waist so she could snuggle up against him.
Dave moved closer to her. His mouth was half open, his eyes were locked on hers. Her hand began to lift to touch him.
“Mom,” Stevie asked, “do you have a vegetable platter we can start with?”
Shanna turned instantly toward Stevie in the doorway while Dave turned to face the kitchen counter. As far as Shanna could tell, Stevie had no idea she was interrupting something. At least it wasn’t as bad as when Bobby had barged into her room last night.
“Of course, I do,” Shanna said. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out a tray packed with carrots, celery, broccoli, and cauliflower with a bowl of French onion dip in the center. She handed the tray to Stevie and watched as her daughter departed.
Reaching back into the refrigerator, Shanna re-emerged with two bottles of Heineken, which she had restocked upstairs that morning. “We might as well have a beer,” she told Dave. “I think it’s going to be a very long night.”
The atmosphere at dinner was near perfect—or at least as well as could be expected for a woman who was trying to conceal her intense infatuation with the young man sitting next to her at the table.
Stevie and Edward were happy and sociable, but very interested in themselves. Loren spent the meal teasing Bobby, distracting him from anything happening at Shanna’s end of the table. For her part, when she wasn’t serving turkey, cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes, carrots, broccoli, corn, rolls, mashed potatoes, or gravy, Shanna was getting to know Dave and letting him get to know her. He was a sweet guy and she really enjoyed herself.
She only touched him twice during the meal.
The first time was just a friendly pat on the knee but the contact sent a tremor of delight coursing through her body. The second time she was bolder and simultaneously more surreptitious. While Edward was telling a story about one of his pre-law classes, Shanna nonchalantly slid her hand onto Dave’s thigh and left it there, occasionally squeezing his hard flesh to remind him she was thinking about him.
It was the first time either of them had taken an action which could not be misinterpreted. There were no hidden innuendoes in her fingers on his thigh. It was a simple statement of interest and perhaps a promise of more to come.
Dave grew very still when Shanna touched him and for half a minute did absolutely nothing. Then his hand slid down off the table to cover hers. He gently squeezed her fingers, then returned his hand to the top of the table.
Shanna eventually had to stop touching him. Bobby rose to get another round of beers and it wouldn’t do for him to notice his mother gently tickling his roommate’s thigh. But she had successfully upped the stakes. When Dave reached across the table for another roll, he used the opportunity to start his own exploration, lightly caressing Shanna’s knee with the dangling fingers of his other hand.
It might as well have been Shanna’s pussy, because that was the part of her body that started tingling.
After dinner, Shanna’s evening began to fall apart.
“It’s all set,” Bobby announced, returning to the living room from elsewhere in the house. “Liz will pick us up in ten minutes and we’ll spend the evening with her.”
The only good thing coming out of those words was that Dave looked as surprised as Shanna did. “What are you talking about?” he asked.
“Liz is coming to get us,” Bobby reported. “I just got off the phone with her. Lose the tie and you’ll be good to go. We’re going to head back to her house.”
Shanna felt her anxiety level rising through the roof, but she wasn’t immediately certain what she could do about it. She had failed in her simple attempt to stop Bobby from drinking. How was she going to keep him from going to see his girlfriend? Even having them stay here was no solution. The kids were on vacation. They’d probably be up until three in the morning. There was nothing she could think to do.
Dave was not quite so ready to concede the battle as Shanna was. “How can you want to go anywhere after that meal?” he asked Bobby. “You ate even more than I did, and I can hardly move.”
Bobby laughed. “Because it’s Liz, man, and I haven’t seen her in three months. Don’t worry, you won’t be a third wheel. Her friend Marcie will be there too.”
Shanna spirits sank even deeper. Liz and Marcie were cute little white girls. When push came to shove, she didn’t really believe her forty-two-year-old body could compete for Dave’s attention with an eighteen-year-old’s.
Dave evidently had not yet thought that comparison through because he continued to argue with Bobby. With what Shanna felt was a forced smile on his face Dave said, “Well, if you really want to catch up with Liz the last thing you should want is other people with you.”
“Can’t be helpe
d, buddy,” Bobby said. “Marcie is already there. I need you to help me out.”
“Are you really going to leave your mother to do all of those dishes?” Loren asked.
“Oh, let them go have some fun,” Stevie interjected. “I can help mom while you and Edward watch TV.”
“I can help too,” Edward volunteered.
“Great!” Bobby said.
A horn sounded outside and he glanced at his watch. “Holy cow, how can she be here already?”
He pulled off his necktie and tossed it on the couch. “Come on, Dave.”
Dave looked to Shanna for guidance. She wanted to put up a protest, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. “Go ahead,” she told him, “have some fun.”
Dave didn’t look happy at the idea, but he got to his feet and slowly began to remove his beautiful white tie.
Shanna had really wanted to be the one to do that.
The horn honked a second time.
“Come on, Dave,” Bobby said. “Let’s get going.” He gave Shanna a peck on the cheek, then hurried toward the front door. “Don’t wait up for us,” he called back over his shoulder. “It will be late before we get home.”
Shanna had been right when she handed Dave the first beer. It was going to be a long night.
The dishes were done; Loren had gone home and Shanna had turned in for the night. Stevie and Edward were watching television downstairs and Shanna could almost make out the words of the program. She could pretend that this was what was keeping her awake, but the true problem was that she was so intensely fucking frustrated.
She had begun to imagine spending tonight in bed with Dave and feeling his lips on her breasts, his strong arms around her back, his hard prick thrust deep between her legs. She still wasn’t clear on how they would have arranged the logistics of their encounter—there were three people in a house she would like to keep ignorant of her lusts—but she had fantasized that it would happen and her body refused to accept that that dream was gone.
Dave was probably fucking that tramp Marcie right now—shoving his hard cock into her pink little pussy.
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