It was the doorbell that woke Josh Trenton up that sunny Saturday morning. He looked at his alarm clock: 9AM. The doorbell sounded its electronic ding again. Josh crawled out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and a sport t-shirt and went downstairs to see who was calling.
Opening the door of his parent's large suburban home, he could barely open his eyes wide enough to recognize his neighbor Joan Smithson standing on the front porch. She was dressed in a light blue one piece jogging suit that hugged every curve she had.
"Hey Josh," she smiled. "Is your mother home? I thought she'd like to join me for a jog."
Even though Josh had known Joan's son Derek since childhood, he couldn't help but get a little flustered whenever she appeared.
Most people start to look older as they age, but Joan, now 44, seemed to grow into her beauty like a slowly blossoming flower. She was even more beautiful now than Josh remembered her back when he was a child; maybe it was because she had grown her thick hair down her hips now, while in the nineties she kept it shorter.
Her long blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun now which Josh felt accentuated the sensuous beauty of her face. Even without make-up, her lush lips were the perfect hue of pink and her skin was immaculate. He fought the temptation to glance at her substantial bust as they spoke.
"Sorry Joan, but mom left for Boston to meet dad. He's been away on business for the last couple of weeks working on some contract and mom went out to see him."
The legal work his father performed did pay for their happy home, but Josh always wished his dad could spend more time at home with his mother. She seemed so terribly lonely now that he had gone away to college.
"That's too bad." Joan said. "Do you mind if I come in anyway and fill up my water bottle?" She showed the stainless steel canister in her hand.
"Sure."
Josh opened the door and let her in.
Joan had been a guest at their household for many years, so she knew the way to the kitchen. As she walked, her high, tight bottom slowly worked itself up and down, commanding Josh's attention.
She walked over to the sink and turned on the tap. "I've already jogged for about a mile and a half so I hope I don't smell". Joan turned off the water just as it overflowed the lip of her container. She popped the cap back on and turned to face Josh.
His eyes immediately came up to meet hers and she knew he had been staring at her bum. She giggled a little. Josh blushed.
"So, how long are you back from college?" Joan asked.
"Until September 8th."
"Three whole months off...Must be nice."
"Well, I have to work at this office job my dad set up for me. I was kind of sad to leave Chicago, but it's nice to see all my friends back here in Hammersville."
Joan smiled. "It's the same thing with Derek. I guess this small town isn't big enough for him after New York. All he talks about is ordering Chinese food at six in the morning. At least you have space here, though."
If Derek wasn't Josh's best friend, he was certainly his oldest friend. They had known each other since first grade and grew up in Hammersville their whole lives, at least until two years ago when they went off to different schools. Having Derek around would definitely make the summer go easier.
"Did you meet a girlfriend yet?" Joan asked, taking a sip of water.
"No. I met one girl but she ended up going for my friend."
"That's too bad."
"Yeah." Josh sighed audibly.
"So when was the last time you had sex?"
"What?" Josh was stunned at the bluntness of the question. He wasn't used to hearing his mom's friends talk like that.
"Don't be shy with me. Like your mom, my husband travels a lot too. To be honest, I haven't seen action since the end of the first Gulf War."
Josh laughed, but blushed harder. "I doubt that."
"It's true! The only thing that gets my husband off anymore is hardcore financial news. It's ridiculous."
Josh smiled. "I don't know if we should be having this conversation Mrs. Smithson."
"Oh grow up," Joan grinned. "How old are you now anyway?"
"19, almost 20."
"Then don't tell me you don't know what 'needs' are. I mean, look at that bulge in your pants for God's sake!"
Josh looked down at his shorts and was horrified to see that his penis was fully erect in his boxer shorts, its thick outline plain for Joan to see. He felt like he was caught with his fly down, but worse.
His cheeks were now a full tomato red. He covered his hard-on with his hands and felt the bulging contours of his thick cock shiver.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Smithson, I just woke up and..."
"Don't worry about it." Joan seemed as cool as an autumn day as she assured him; "After all, it is just natural isn't it?"
Josh could barely stammer the words: "I...I...I... suppose, Mrs. Smithson."
"Just call me Joan please."
"Y-Yes Joan."
"You know, your mom always told me you had a big one, but I thought she was bragging. It's nice to see the legend is true."
Josh knew he was considered big by the guys in the locker room at gym class, but he didn't consider himself huge like the guys he saw in porn.
"It's really not that big." He said.
"Really? Your two hands can barely cover it. You're definitely bigger than my husband."
Joan loved watching the kid squirm. Everything was perfectly falling into place.
"Take your hands away Josh." Joan said.
Josh was frozen. He couldn't move.
"I said take your hands away." Joan repeated.
What would Josh tell Derek? He could never look his friend in the eye again. "Please Mrs. Smithson, this is weird."
"Weirder than having a hard-on in front of me?" Joan asked. "Besides, I could feel your eyes burning a hole in my butt all the way to the kitchen."
