Friend of the Family
Oh how time can change things...
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I was excited when my son, Grant, went back home for the summer break. I was used to having him around, his presence always made our house feel more like home. My husband would say that I had a bad case of empty nest syndrome, but I didn’t agree with him. I was just a mother who didn’t have anyone to take care of anymore and it felt strangely boring. No hobby could’ve possibly filled this void.
What made the situation worse was the fact that Grant always brought his friends to the house to play games or do something else together. It felt nice to see them so happy, to feel their young energy. I was missing it a lot, even if I only saw glimpses of it when I would bring them snacks. But now that Grant was back in the house, it felt like things were going back to how they were before he left.
He would bring the company of his best friends to our house once again, filling the house with their voices, and making me feel less lonely. My husband, Jim, always spent a lot of time at work, so I spent most of the year all alone in the house, feeling abandoned. Now I felt alive again.
Among all of Grant’s friends, I had a favorite. I think it’s every mother’s untold secret – we don’t automatically like every person who comes into our kids' lives. With Andrew I was sure that he would always be loyal to my son, supporting him in everything and giving reasonable advice. Andrew was always level-headed and driven. He got a scholarship because of his athletic achievements and, I won’t lie, sometimes I would tell my son that it would’ve been good if he took more from Andrew. I watched them grow together, filled with pride for both of them. I couldn’t imagine that things could take a turn, making me look at Andrew with different eyes, but that’s exactly what happened.
That morning Jim and Grant left early before the sun was even up. They would always go fishing in the summer as a bonding experience and my job was just to pack them some sandwiches and wave as they pulled out of the driveway. Then I would have a day fully to myself. I had a plan, of course – I wanted to take a long hot bath, drink some wine and pull a vibrator out of my drawer. If Jim knew about its existence he didn’t say anything about it and I wouldn’t mention it either. Our marital bed didn’t see any action in a long while – he was busy or I was tired, it didn’t matter in the end, the fact stayed the same. I was touch-starved, my pussy throbbing even when I washed myself in the shower. Being alone in the house was a perfect opportunity to take care of myself and I didn’t plan to pass on this chance.
I woke up in the morning, already feeling a hot heaviness in my stomach, my body demanding some attention. I couldn’t believe that I needed this so much and so early, but since no one was home it was a good chance for me to have some fun of my own.
Dressed in my pale-peach nightgown I went to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling a small pink vibrator from under my underwear. Hoping that I didn’t forget to charge it the last time, I went back to the bed, laying on my back. I spread my legs, my mind going through the catalog of fantasies I usually used when I satisfied myself, trying to find a perfect one. I was so ready to feel this tingling pleasure, to feel the pulse between my legs which would’ve turned to ecstasy, but my plans got ruined. Someone rang the doorbell, breaking my fantasy. I groaned, sitting myself up. Someone was about to meet my wrath.
I put on a matching robe and went downstairs, just to see Andrew standing on the porch. I put on a smile and opened the door.
“Hi,” I smiled, looking at him. He looked good that morning – dressed in nothing but shorts and a t-shirt, as if ready for a run. It was ungodly hot outside, so I couldn’t say his outfit wasn’t appropriate.
“Hello, Mrs. Woods,” he smiled wide. “Is Grant at home? I tried to text but he’s not answering, so I decided to stop by.”
“He’s fishing with his father today,” I said. Andrew’s eyes moved over my body and for a brief moment the heat I felt there, laying in my bed, was back. No, I couldn’t think about it! He was my son’s friend after all.
“Oh. Sorry for bothering you then,” he said just as politely as before. “Have a nice day.”
“Wait!” I stopped him, not even sure why. Andrew looked at me with a question. “It’s so hot outside, I can’t let you go without a cold drink.”
He looked me in the eyes and it felt as if there was some silent exchange between us. I didn’t know what was going on, why I was saying the things I did. I only knew one thing – I wanted Andrew to stay just a little longer, to look at me the way he did just now.
“That’s very kind of you,” he answered, stepping inside the house.
“It’s nothing,” I smiled. “Wait in the living room, will you? I’ll get back to you in a moment.”
When I stepped into the kitchen I shook my head, trying to get back to my senses. What was I doing? What was this feeling? My skin felt hot again, my clit aching for attention. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t think about my son’s friends like this. I was married! I saw Andrew grow up! The more I tried to calm myself the more thoughts about his muscular young body filled my mind. I felt dirty and twisted because of it, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to get him out of the house, as soon as possible!
I put some water in the glass for him and grabbed a handful of ice cubes. I ran them over the back of my neck, over my chest, hoping that it would help me to calm down. I put on a polite smile and walked into the living room.
“Here! As cold as it can be,” I said, putting the glass on the table. I noticed that something was wrong a moment later, when Andrew looked at me with his eyes wide, unable to move. I stood straight and followed his eyes just to see that some water dripped from the ice cubes I used, leaving streaks on my nightgown, making my nipples stand out through the fabric. “I’m sorry! I didn’t think it'd look like this.”
I was about to cover myself with the robe and hide my body from him, but the way Andrew looked at me awakened something I didn’t think I felt in a while. He wanted me, I could tell. My husband didn’t look at me this way for years, leaving me starved. I should’ve stopped then, but I didn’t.
“Is there a reason you don’t look me in the eyes?” I asked my tone low. I knew that this moment would have ruined my life, but I went for it anyway.
“I… Sorry, Mrs. Woods, I…” he couldn’t get himself back together, his eyes still on my body. I had to go for it. I just couldn’t deny myself.
“Nancy,” I said, stepping closer and pulling his head up with my fingers. “You can call me Nancy.”
Andrew swallowed hard, taking a long look at me.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Nancy.”
I felt excited, I felt wild. And I did what I wanted to do