This is not a story that I lived, but rather a story that was told to me by a woman who I will call Denise, for the purpose of anonymity. Denise was a middle aged woman, the kind of woman you would think of as a MILF, if she had been married and had children. She was a professional who exploited her sizable means to travel and partake in adventures that most of us only get to dream about. This story is not so much about adventure as it is about walking outside the norms of society.
It all started when Denise began conversing with a woman who lived in Eastern Europe. Denise was very cautious at first, wary of the scams that help some of the population to make ends meet. Eliska was a single mother who had lost her husband in the war. She was a professional as well, which she found often intimidated the men of her city. She had an only son who lived with her. He was 18 and had just entered the university. She spoke glowingly of the young man. There was something different about the way that she spoke, but Denise couldn't quite put her finger on it. That is until the night that Eliska confessed her entire love affair with her son. Denise was not shocked. Eliska's comments and mannerisms now made sense. Denise was not shocked, she was actually intrigued.
Eliska detailed the events that had led up to her satisfying cravings over the past few years. Eliska also talked about the fear that a comment or wrong action may tip off the gossiping locals and thus loosing her reputation, not to mention her son.
Jakob was a precocious boy who adjusted to the loss of his father relatively well. He and his mother learned to depend on one another, which drew them very close. As he grew older, he assumed more and more of his late father's responsibilities. Perhaps it was inevitable that they would evolve to a sexual relationship. Eliska seemed resigned that Jakob would soon find a girl his age, and that their relationship would change for ever.
The driver left Denise at the gate leading to a long pathway, that eventually led to the house. The long conversations had encouraged Denise, now she hoped that she had not been gullible. Eliska greeted Denise in the traditional Czech fashion, then introduced her to Jakob. Denise could see why Eliska was enamored with the boy, he was tall with curly blond hair, broad shouldered, narrow hipped and a smile that would melt even the coldest heart. He embraced Denise and she could feel that he was also strong as an ox.
