I laid awake in bed, my eyes staring at the clock on my bedside table, and each minute feeling like an eternity.
I was practically naked, only wearing a pair of large cotton panties underneath the blanket I had pulled up tight, so only my head peeked out the top. I remained still within the body warmth of my little wrapped cocoon, avoiding the chill on the untouched portions of my sheets and blanket.
My body was shaking in anticipation, wondering if I was making the biggest mistake of my life. But that's also exactly why I was filled with excitement and arousal. I pulled my arm out from under the blanket and grabbed my phone. The screen lit up as it unlocked, and I thumbed through the messages from the past few days.
It had all started off innocently enough. Mateo had texted me to ask if it was okay if he stayed over tonight. My son, Carson, had invited his entire baseball team to stay over, so I already knew Mateo was coming over, but formally asking me initially seemed like a genuinely sweet and polite gesture, although now I wondered if he didn't have more nefarious motives the whole time.
What started out as pleasantries and casual conversation over text turned into playful banter, and then the conversation soon took on flirtatious tones peppered with innuendo. I knew I should have stopped things right then and there, but it was all just harmless fun, just words on a screen.
After all, sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me, as the old saying goes. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy our little repartee. After my fiancé reneged on his marriage proposal shortly after our son, Carson, was born over 18 years ago, I grew heartbroken and depressed, and it soured me on romance. As I recovered and picked up the pieces of my life, I just poured myself into being the best mother I could be and didn't pursue any personal relationships.
It was strange to think that Carson would be out of the house in a few short months, having already accepted a scholarship to an out of state school, and I tried not to think what I'd do with my life after he moved out. Life with him out of the house was a scary proposition. For the last 18 years, my life revolved around Carson. When I wasn't working, I volunteered at his school PTA and ferried him to endless baseball, football, and basketball games and practices over the years.
After he turned 16 and could drive himself, I initially welcomed the reprieve from the taxi service I practically ran for his events, but soon the reality of becoming an empty nester hit hard.
I was still only 44 years old, although some days I felt older, but the emptiness that awaited in my life terrified me. I thought about going to the gym and getting in better shape, or maybe I'd take up some other hobbies, but I felt aimless and lost.
At 5'6" and 140 pounds, I was far from a stunner, but I could still clean up nicely with a touch of make up and some nice clothing that accentuated my curves, or at least hid the less ideal parts. My shoulder length chestnut hair was still fending off the greys, although the rest of me could stand to be more toned. My milky thighs are thicker than I'd like, and my C cup breasts have started to sag a little bit, although I'd like to think they've held up well for my age.
Half of my son's select baseball team was staying overnight, so they could make the two hour drive together in the early morning to their out of town tournament. The rest of the team had already travelled tonight and was staying in nearby hotels.
The team was all 18 year old high school seniors, but they had been playing together on the same team since 6
th
grade. The coach was tough but fair, and all the kids listened well, or at least as well as teenage boys are capable of.
High school graduation was only a month away, and the boys would all be going their separate ways over the summer, most of them scattering to different colleges and trade schools, forging their own paths into adulthood. It was bittersweet seeing this chapter of their lives end, but the boys had fun tonight playing video games and reminiscing on their years spent playing together.
The music and laughter carried all the way up from the basement to my second floor bedroom. I figured it best to let the boys be boys and leave them alone, so I went to my room at 9 pm, where I've been lying ever since. Occasionally I heard Mateo's voice, along with that of his twin brother, Gael, rise above the rest amidst the roughhousing, and each time it sent shivers down my spine.
Knowing they had to leave at 6 AM for their tournament, the boys were disciplined enough to turn in early for the night, and the house fell silent after 10 pm.
Now as I laid in bed and read back over our text conversations, I was startled by how quickly the conversation had shifted. I was lonely, though, and the attention that Mateo gave me, even just through text, made me feel desirable for the first time in years.
It started off innocently enough after I joked about how old I was and Mateo reassuring me that I was a beautiful woman. I told him that he was crazy, and that he should focus on women his own age rather than chatting up an old hag like myself.
But that conversation planted a seed in my brain, and suddenly I saw Mateo in a new light. He was no longer only my son's friend, but now I noticed how he had developed into a man.
The next thing I knew, we were confiding our sexual fantasies. I knew it was wrong, but the taboo nature of it all was part of what made it so exciting. My heart fluttered with every incoming text. I didn't have any friends I could confide in and talk to so freely about such personal things, but soon no subject seemed off limits.
I knew it was wrong, but they were just harmless words on a screen. Nevertheless, it all led to Mateo suggesting last night that he could sneak away after all the boys fell asleep and visit me in my bedroom. At first, I was resistant, but between loneliness and my newfound lust, I agreed to his plan, against my better judgement.
But I told him there were ground rules, and he immediately accepted. This was a physical only relationship. It was foolish to think we could have a real relationship that led anywhere. His mother served on the PTA with me, and she'd be mortified if she knew what I agreed to do with him. Let alone, I couldn't imagine if Carson ever found out that I slept with one of his best friends. Any affair between Mateo and myself needed to be a secret.
When the boys arrived at our house that afternoon, I was nervous that maybe Mateo had bragged to his mates about our text exchange, but everyone seemed normal, although I felt clumsy and ungraceful surrounded by a team of high level athletes as I served the pasta with alfredo sauce and chicken stir fried in olive oil for dinner.
I had even dressed differently from the normal jeans and tee shirt I wore around the house, opting for short shorts and a tank top instead. I thought I needed to dress younger as a small nod to capture Mateo's attention, although I didn't want it to be such a dramatic change that it caught the other boys' attention, especially, Carson's. Part of me felt silly dressing differently for a young stud less than half my age, although most girls in high school commonly wore far more revealing outfits, and I couldn't help wondering if I was just going through a midlife crisis.
I was concerned Mateo would act differently around me, but he played it cool. He seemed completely oblivious to our arrangement, except for one small wink he gave me when no one else was looking, although that one simple gesture sent my heart racing, my eyes nervously scanning if anyone else picked up on his signal.
He continued sending texts as the afternoon turned to evening telling me all the things he wanted to do to me, even as he was hanging out with my son and his teammates. Some of his fantasies were so explicit, they made me blush, and that was part of the reason I went up early to keep the boys from seeing the embarrassment on my face.
And that's how I ended up naked, save for my panties, while I waited for Mateo to come into my room and make love to me.
I put my phone back down on the nightstand, and my hands drifted back down south, rubbing on the wet spot outside my panties. I spread my legs slightly and pressed my fingers against my soaked mound, my breath turning deep and measured as the blood rushed to my sex.
My other hand was fondling my tits, pinching my nipples in my fingertips, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
I wondered if Mateo would actually go through with it, or if he would get cold feet. Maybe he wouldn't be able to sneak away unnoticed like he thought he could.
And then I heard soft footsteps coming up the stairs, as if someone was trying not to attract attention, but our stairs were creaky, so a silent ascent was impossible.
And then the knob on my bedroom door turned, and the door slowly opened.
