Dear reader, this is a story of an unfaithful wife, with her son's best friend, and turns into an incest story with her son.
Mia was laid on her back and trying to recover from the tremendous shattering explosion that had just rocked her beautiful body for the second time in the last 10 minutes.
She was also trying to reconcile what had just happened and how. Less than 45 minutes ago sad but so sexy woman had been in her kitchen looking forlornly out of the window, a cup of coffee in her dainty small hand. And wondering why her life seemed to be a treadmill instead of the feeling of fulfilment she used to have. All she was now it seemed was she was a skivvy to her family.
Her husband had gone to work, bag in hand, he wouldn't be home for 3 more days, barely a word spoken at breakfast, her 18 year old son had come down, grabbed a piece of toast, a drink from her coffee and was gone, shouting over his shoulder that he wouldn't be back until late in the afternoon. she couldn't remember him speaking either apart from that, her life had been degenerating for some time now.
What's wrong with him, she thought, here I am, I wait on him hand and foot, and off he goes to work with barely a civil word, it would serve him right if I took off for a while and did my own thing!
`I know I'm beautiful looking, people always take a second look at me, men try and seduce me, he has me here at his beck and call and now he hardly comes near me, and last night was a disaster, he just went to bloody sleep on me!` She raged to herself.
Mia was 5" and a little bit, but she was all woman, she was perfectly formed, gorgeous chestnut hair parted sexily down the middle and framing her beautiful full lipped face, it slid down between her shoulder blades, 37 years old and still well in her prime.
Her huge wide brown eyes could stop traffic, over the top of which were 2 very elegantly arched eye brows, between them a pert upturned nose, small white even teeth that lit the sky. Her body was still in great shape and was still sensitive to the touch, not that it was touched very often these days, she thought sadly.
But today her life was going to take a dramatic turn, one that would knock her senseless, stupefy her totally. She was leaning against the sink looking out of the window into her garden. She wasn't thinking of anything in particular except that she needed some TLC from somewhere?
She was wearing her short dressing gown it finished about 4" above her shapely knees, a woollen towelling one that was tied with a loose bow at the front. She just brushed her hair to a shining gleam, nothing on her feet; she really was at her tiniest.
Under the dressing gown was the sheer see through negligee she had worn last night in the futile attempt to get him up and running.
Suddenly her back door opened making her jump. In walked Curt Hanson her sons best friend, he treated her house as his own, and so did her son at his house, they had palled around for the last 10 or more years, and she had watched them grow into fine and very handsome young men.
`Huh` she thought `what I wouldn't give for a fine young man right now,` and giggled to her self.
`Hi Curt,`she greeted him.
`Hi yourself Mrs T` he said back, he always called her that instead of Mrs Tinder.
`I think its time you started calling me by my first name Curt, you are old enough now, don't you think?`
`Sure thing Mia, no problem.` He answered her confidently. She peered up, aware of him.
Mia didn't know how much he had the hots for her, he would love to try his luck, but was too scared in case it went tits up! That's why he was here this morning; he knew Si was away for the day, so he just wanted to be near her, to look at her, think how beautiful and so sexy she was. He knew Mr T was away too, so he would have all day if he could work it out.
Something in her way this morning told him there was something wrong, he wondered what it was, he was just about to ask when she poured and gave him a coffee.
Curt sat at the breakfast bar facing her, Mia sat down too, facing more or less his way. She couldn't stop the sad look spreading around her face. Her mouth was part open, he could see her teeth, her full bottom lip a straight line, her pouty upper one curving over the top. It made his prick lurch.
The look she had made him want to sweep her into his arms and make her feel good. He asked, `what's wrong Mia, you look so sad?`
`Oh,` she said, `a bit of this and that, I just feel a bit down today, maybe a tad lonely?` Mia`s vulnerability was shining like a beacon, Curt felt something, not sure but he knew she was on a downer, maybe he could help her? He thought.
`Oh I'm sorry,` he answered, `please don't be like that,` not knowing that his next move would lead him to her bed and her pussy!
He simply reached out his hand and cupped her cheek in a gesture of solace; he stroked an imaginary tear from below a wondrous eye with his thumb. Mia in a state of automatic response turned her cheek further into his soft hand and rested her lips against his palm, she kissed it, a brush of her soft lips, it tingled his hand, it was an appreciation of his caring nature to her. Her desperate need for someone to be nice to her was more than she could stand.
Curt's cock nearly split his trousers, Mia sensed in him that he was excited some how, not realising it was her that was causing his excitement. She kissed his palm again, put her hand to the back of his and rubbed it gently across her cheek. Mia was seducing herself with no help from Curt.