Jill was just coming up to her house. She was trying to keep herself in good shape, and she figured jogging was the best and easiest way to do it. She was 38 years old, married to a television celebrity, had two sons, Brad, and Randy, and generally had a pretty good life. As she opened her front door, she decided, since she was all hot and sweaty, she would have a shower, and then relax a bit. It was Saturday morning, her husband was away on business, and would be for another week, and her sons were always out doing something.
She was surprised when she entered her bedroom. Her sons were going through her dresser drawer, where she kept her lingerie.
"You were right," said Randy to Brad, "she's a 36B". Randy was holding one of his mother's bras and was reading the label.
"Just what do you think you are doing?" said Jill, her voice rising an octave or two.
"We want to get to know you better"' was Brad's reply.
"I don't think your father will be too pleased, when he hears about this," said Jill, her face starting to get flushed from the anger building inside her.
"We don't think you'll tell him anything," Brad laughed. "Take a look at what we have to show dad". He handed his mother a package he had removed from his back pocket.
Jill opened it, and started to shake. It was pictures of Jill and the next door neighbour, Wilson, in a variety of sexual positions.
"We heard noises the other night, and went to investigate. Imagine our surprise, when we discovered our own mother boppin' the neighbour in his backyard. We knew no one would believe us so we took some pictures," continued Brad.
Jill was mortified. She had been sipping a little wine, and feeling a little lonely, with Tim away, and had gone outside for some fresh air. Wilson had been there, and they had started up a conversation. One thing led to another, and the next thing she knew she and Wilson were having sex. It was a one time event, she and Wilson agreed on that, and it had felt great at the time, but now, obviously, she was starting to regret their encounter. If her husband ever found out, he would throw her out on her ass, and she would have nothing.
"What do you want?" Jill asked her oldest son. She figured he was the brains behind all this, Randy was a follower.
"We want some of what you were giving Wilson," sneered Brad.
"Not a chance," said Jill somewhat taken aback by Brad's words. "I'm your mother, I'm not going to make this situation any worse than it already is."
