Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of the doorbell caused her to glance up at the clock. Ten to eight, she wasn't expecting anyone. With a small sigh she put the book aside and left poor Rachel alone for the first time with her secret love - her father's stable boy.
A quick glance out the peephole identified the caller and she quickly undid the deadbolts on the door and opened it wide. Standing before her was a young man, drenched by the rain.
"Good Evening, Mrs. Riley," He said as he dripped onto the foyer carpet.
"Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing out in weather like this, you'll catch your death in this downpour." She said as she ushered him inside.
"I just wanted to drop off Becky's report for school," he said as he produced a small binder wrapped in plastic from under his soaked jacket. "I promised her I'd proofread it and get it back to her by tonight."
"Proofread , is it now." Katie Riley said with skepticism, "Are you sure you didn't just write it for her."
The guilty look on his face told her he had.
"Well we'll discuss this later," she said as she tossed the report on a nearby table. "First order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes. March yourself into the laundry room and toss all of those things into the dryer. You'll find some of Matt's old things in the basket that you can put on."
With a shrug, Michael headed for the laundry room.
Putting on a pot of tea while she waited for Michael to change, Katie worked up a few good angry thoughts for her youngest daughter, Becky Ann. Becky had been dating Michael for three months now, a fact which had surprise her from the onset. Michael was nothing like the boys she had usually gone out with. First off, he was very intelligent and well mannered, - a straight A student. Secondly, although he was very cute, Becky usually preferred guys more rugged looking. It had been a futile hope that maybe she was finally growing up, but now Katie could see that Becky was only using Michael.
"This was all I could find that would fit." Mike said as he walked into the kitchen, holding onto the tie-string of the gym shorts that were too big for him.
Katie bit down to prevent a laugh. Her middle son's pants were at least 2 sizes too big, but at least the t-shirt had shrunk enough to fit. If he were to let go of the pants, she was sure they would drop to the ground. She quickly dismissed the image, not wanting to make fun of the young man.
"Sit and have a cup of tea, it'll warm you up." She said putting a large mug in front of him as he sat down.
"Thank you." he said quietly.
Silently they drank their tea. He was cute, Katie thought to herself, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a swimmer's form. A late bloomer, he was only coming into his own at 18, but give him another year or two and he'd really break hearts. All he lacked was self-confidence, without it he was just another boy Becky had wrapped around her little finger.
Aware that Mrs. Riley was looking at him, Michael felt very uncomfortable. At 42, Katie Riley was still an attractive woman. Although she tended to be on the heavy side, her weight was evenly distributed as to give her a full bodied figure. The most striking feature of which was a set of 38D breasts. Breasts Michael was all to conscious of as he tried not to stare at them though the thin housedress Katie wore.
"How long have you been doing Becky's schoolwork?" Katie asked as she put down her mug.
"About 3 months," Mike answered.
"I thought so," Katie said. "Doesn't it bother you that all you are to her is someone to do her schoolwork?"
"No, we really go out..." Michael said excitedly. "She showed me that she really likes me!"
"Oh really now?" Mrs. Riley asked "And how does she do that?"
Michael sat there speechless, he knew he'd said too much.
"You can tell me, Michael, I'm not going to get mad. I know all about the things boys and girls do together."
"Well...we kiss and sometimes she lets me touch her," Michael said, red with embarrassment. He found he couldn't escape the older woman's inquiries. "And sometimes she touches me..."
"She jerks you off?"
"Ye...Yes...a few times." Michael stammered, amazed at the question.
"Has she ever sucked you off?"
"No..." he yelled. "She wouldn't ever do something like that!"
Katie smiled in amusement, the boy was in love with Becky. She was the first girl he'd ever had any sexual contact with and it had blinded him to the fact that she was using him.
"You'd be surprised what Becky does..." Katie continued, it wasn't fair that she had to burst his illusion, but it was for his own good. "Did you know she's not even a virgin, she's been on the pill for almost a year."
"No, she told me that she was saving herself. That's why we couldn't do it" Michael said in Becky's defense.
"Oh she told you that..." Katie replied. "And where did she say she was going tonight?"
"Becky said she was going to spend the night in Bakerville with her cousin Suzie." Mike said, wavering in his answer. "Helping her get ready for her prom."
Katie shook her head, thinking of a few more choice things she wanted to say to her daughter.
"Oh she went to Bakerville all right, but she went as Timmy Clancy's prom date."
"No..." Mike said "She wouldn't do that..."
But deep down he knew that she would and did. Realization came over him and he began to cry.
