"Darlin'," Mattie mewed as she walked barefooted to Jim's car parked in front of her house. "Nice to see you son."
A successful engineer, Jim enjoyed infrequent visits to the shore where she lived in a sparsely housed area. A recent divorce and a new job in a new town had left him only a hundred miles away. He waved and watched her bikini covered youthful body. She was having an effect.
"How's Paul?" he asked when she was still ten feet away. Paul was her most recent squeeze and lover. A boy toy some would say.
"That bum." She laughed and flipped her hand as if throwing a basketball towards the hoop. "How was the drive?" She wrapped her hands around his waist and pulled him closer for a kiss, just a hello kind of kiss.
"Whew," he said holding her waist. "You are such a piece of eye candy." He laughed and stepped back to admire her.
She ran her hand under her long hair and leaned back to model for him. "Maybe I can get you to take some pictures of me." She twisted to expose the other side and back. "Ah, you don't have to." She stopped modeling with one hand resting on the side of her hip. "Come on in and get into your swimsuit."
The car door slammed and he watched her hips slip side to side as she walked. "Damn," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
"You approve?" she said glancing over her shoulder. "Shame on you." She giggled and opened the screen door to the beach house.
Jim glanced around and noticed a woman on the porch of the house across the street watching. She blew him a kiss and went into her house. He smiled and followed Mattie.
She leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom as he unzipped his overnight bag. "Had a dream last night," she whispered. "Oh la, la."
"'Bout some young guy I bet. You are a horny chick."
"Yeah. I like to be ridden hard and long." He glanced up and she was cupping her left breast with one hand. "Been a while too." She began pulling the top edge of her top down. The dark edge of her nipple peaked out and she let go. It hid again.
"Mom-m," he protested in mock disgust.
"Read a naughty book that Julie gave me ... the woman across the street. She lets me read them after she finishes. I swear she must rub them between her legs...." She laughed without finishing the remark.
"What was this one about?" He stood holding his swimsuit in one hand and watching her still leaning against the doorframe.
She turned and arched her back out from the varnished wood, her head tilted back with her hair dangling over one shoulder. An arm stretched high and touching the top of the frame. "Ah ... some lonely horny mother being fucked by her son." Her was voice deep and sultry. She straightened and sauntered towards him. "It turned me on." Her fingertips rested just inside the side of the waistband of her black swimsuit bottom.
"So you have thought about this?"
"Oh-h hell-l yeah-h." The drawl of the words was low and slow. The fingers wiggled the swimsuit down an inch then stopped.
"A pussy is a pussy after all." She laughed.
"You're my mother."
"So-o-o. Julie and her son make love. She told me." She looked at his face. "Listen, I saw your expression out by the car."
"Yeah-h." He stopped and looked at her -- the fifty-year-old body looking like it was only thirty. His hand dropped over the growing bulge in his pants.
"You won't have a more willing woman begging you."
"It's not like I've never undressed you in my mind a thousand times. Guess you were the first woman I beat off thinking about."
