There’s not a person on the planet – male or female – who will ever be able to convince me that a graceful, older woman isn’t the most attractive of any god’s creations.
With that being said, my name is Trevor Moonstar, and I once told a tale about a time when my friends heckled me about getting off my duff and finding a woman at, of all places, a nude beach. In reality, I guess it was only one friend who pushed me toward the “come-as-you-are” resort of Lewdoria, but the underlying fact is that I did indeed go. I had one hell of a time while I was there, but that story’s already been told. I think it’s time to rewind a bit and go into detail about one of my first sexual encounters.
And yes, it was with an older woman.
Now, when I say “older,” I’m not talking about some octogenarian on her deathbed. I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about me and thinking that I’m some kind of weirdo, especially since the story I’m about to tell happened to me when I was twenty-one. Also, it may not be anyone’s business, but for those who may be wondering, I did lose my “V card” during my final year of school to a girl the same age as me, and shortly after I graduated, I dated a different woman for roughly eighteen months and had quite a healthy sex life. Regardless, we reached a point where we were both mature enough to realize that a lifelong commitment wasn’t going to work, so we parted ways as friends and moved on.
That kind of brings us up to speed, since the story I have to tell involves the third woman I was ever intimate with.
For anyone who may not have listened to me babble about my experience at the nude beach, I ended up meeting and hooking up with this pretty, little, slender brunette in the most unlikely way imaginable. Her name was Lydia, and she rocked my world in all sorts of ways that I wouldn’t be able to forget even if I were knocked upside the head and suffered from amnesia. That had to be one of the hottest afternoons of my life – and I’m not talking about the temperature – but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t another trim and fit female from my past who was just as astounding and memorable.
Before I get ahead of myself, I should probably mention that my best bud in the entire world is a guy by the name of Shawn. Unlike me, Shawn has to be the most outgoing and uncensored guy anyone could ever meet. By no means am I an introvert, but my closest friend in existence is the kind of guy who would drop his pants while surrounded by five hundred strangers in the middle of a ritzy party. Shawn has no boundaries whatsoever, and when it comes to the fairer sex, let’s just say that he can’t get enough of them.
I’d be willing to bet that by the time we were twenty, Shawn had probably slept with two dozen or more ladies. Hell, if I were a gambling man, I’d put money on the guy breaking any world records by the time he hits fifty. I don’t think there’s a man alive who can boast that he loves the gentler gender in quite the same way my closest confidant does.
Well, that’s actually a bit of a lie. If truth be told, I firmly believe that I love women far more than Shawn does. Sure, I haven’t even come close to approaching the uncanny numbers of how many females he’s bedded, nor could I if I slept with two a day for the rest of my life. However, I don’t think a guy’s adoration and respect for the ladies can be measured by how many he’s been with, but instead by how fiercely he’s loved the ones who have changed his life. Again, I wouldn’t have a prayer of exceeding – or even catching up – to Shawn’s stats, but I would never want to. He can like the opposite sex in his way, and I’ll cherish them in mine.
For me, quantity was never the thing; it was all about quality.
I’ll admit that my first time was probably a bit of a mistake. I think I felt the peer pressure catching up to me at the time, and I’d be willing to bet that the young woman I was with felt the same way. In the times when I grew up, listening to one’s closest friends go on about trying sex was similar to the first time someone hounded me into taking my first sip of alcohol. It’s just something teenagers do because I think it makes them feel relevant.
So anyway, jumping a bit ahead again, when I met Lydia for that earthmoving day on the beach, I was nearing the age of thirty-five. However, for the story I would like to tell about the third woman I was ever with, I’m going to have to turn back time and rewind the clock to when I was, as previously stated, the age of twenty-one. I had opted not to attend college and went straight into the workforce, and while I wasn’t even close to having the world figured out yet, I was mature enough to save money so I could afford an apartment of my own. Heck, not even Shawn could say that since he was still living with his mother.
At the time when Shawn and I were both twenty-one, Shawn’s mom, Sharon Rizkova, had been divorced for two years. Shawn’s dad had always been an asshole in my eyes, but when I found out that he had been cheating on Sharon, I wanted to deck the guy in the face. Shawn and I had been buds since we first learned how to walk, and of all my friends, no one had a mother who even came close to being as supportive and kindhearted as Sharon was. Any time Shawn wanted or needed anything, his mom was there for him, and the same could be said about the way she catered to his friends. I know that firsthand because Miss Rizkova treated me like a member of the family any time I was at her residence.
So, I’m sure that many people listening to me are probably wondering when I’m going to get to the meat and potatoes of my story and quit talking about my best bud, but this information is vital for a plethora of reasons. Without elaborating on my connection to Shawn, what happens next won’t make a whole lot of sense.
Again, Shawn and I were both twenty-one and living in simpler times when cellphones were hardly a thing yet. As previously mentioned, my closest compeer was still living at home with his mother, but no one gave him shit for that since we all knew Miss Rizkova was lonely after the divorce. My other friends and I, who were close to Shawn, felt that he was doing his mom a solid by sticking around and helping her around the house. He had a full-time job and could’ve had a place of his own, but he opted to live in the basement and keep his mom company. For all his philandering, no one could deny that he was a loyal son.
I’m sure he didn’t mind the fact that his mom didn’t charge him rent, either, but that’s neither here nor there.
Anyway, it was a lovely autumn afternoon, and I had a day off from work. Shawn and I had made plans to catch a new action flick that had been released a week earlier, and that night, one of our other pals was throwing a shindig for a friend of his who had graduated from college the previous spring. He was a little behind with his timing, but as the old saying goes, “better late than never.”
I had called Shawn the night before and told him I’d pick him up around one-thirty since the movie started at two. It wouldn’t take us long to drive to the theater, but we liked to arrive ahead of a showing so we could buy snacks and drinks. We both enjoyed the cinema, and we liked it even more when we had goodies to eat.
I pulled up alongside the curb in front of Shawn’s place. He had lived in the same residence for as long as I had known him, and I was glad his mom kept it after the divorce was finalized. The house was this awesome two-story dwelling that had brick around its base, and the upper half was a dark reddish color. As I already stated, Shawn’s room was in the basement, and his mom also let him have his run of the family room on the lower level. He had made it into quite the game room, and I had spent many a night “saving the world” with him and a few of our other friends. We would often game into the wee hours, and come morning, Shawn’s awesome mother would awaken and merely shake her head and sigh upon seeing that we hadn’t gone to bed for the night.
I shut my truck off and glanced out the driver’s side window to make sure no one was coming since I had parked on the street. Upon seeing that it was safe to get out, I did just that and shut my door, and after locking it, I made my way up the driveway and toward the sidewalk leading to the Rizkovas’ front porch. As I walked, my brow suddenly crinkled when I noticed that Shawn’s black SUV wasn’t in the driveway. I found that somewhat strange since he always let his mom park in the garage, but I pushed the thought from my mind and made my way across the front walkway. After eventually climbing the steps to the porch, I gently rapped on the front door since I wasn’t one for ringing doorbells.
I waited no more than ten seconds for the door to open, but it wasn’t Shawn who greeted me. Instead, Miss Rizkova stood before me, smiling from ear to ear as she enthusiastically said, “Good afternoon, Trevor!” As always, she had a warm and inviting expression on her face, and I’m not bending the truth in the slightest when I say that she looked prettier than an entire lineup of bikini models.
So, there’s just no other way to say this: Sharon was an honest-to-goodness MILF. In my opinion, she was the reason the word was first conceived to begin with. She was this gorgeous, five-foot-four blonde who was in better shape than most women half her age. Her flowing, golden locks were the perfect contrast to her dark irises, and her thin, pink lips were always curled into a welcoming smile. She managed to stay tan year-round, and even though Shawn would kill me if he ever heard me say this, no one could deny that the woman who had given him life was built better than a stripper. Miss Rizkova had the liveliest, perkiest pair of boobs a guy would ever see, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of her in an impure manner a few different times throughout my teen years when discovering that my penis was for more than peeing.
“Hello, Miss Rizkova,” I greeted the wonderful woman in the same way I always did. I had a habit of calling her “Miss Rizkova” the first time I saw her on any particular visit, and then throughout the rest of the day, I would refer to her by her first name. Once, I overheard her telling Shawn in their kitchen that I was by far his most courteous and respectful friend. I didn’t want that to ever change in Sharon’s eyes since she was, without a doubt, my favorite of any of my friends’ parents.
Now, before anyone goes and gets the wrong idea, it wasn’t like the only reason why I liked her was because she was hot. Sharon truly was one of the nicest people I had ever met, and when I was growing up, she never had the presence of being one of those “overly authoritative parent figures.” I’m not sure if anyone else ever felt the same way I did while growing up, but a lot of my friends’ folks seemed stuffy and strict when I was a kid. In fact, one of my other close chums throughout my school days, Jeremey Heiden, had a couple of parental units who used to scare the crap out of me and some of my other buds. When Jeremy would ask a few of us to sleep over, we would always come up with an excuse because his folks could be real dicks. That may sound a little cruel, but I don’t think Jeremy would even deny it.
But then there was Sharon. Man, I’m not sure that Shawn ever realized how lucky he was to have a mother who looked out for him and catered to him the way she did. Actually, I take that back: For all of Shawn’s faults, he always treated his mom with respect and watched out for her. In fact, there was this one time, a few months after the divorce, when she was feeling particularly lonely, and when she found out that Shawn and I were going to a movie, she asked her son if he’d ask me if it was okay for her to tag along. It goes without saying that I would’ve emphatically said “Yes!” but Shawn didn’t even bother to ask. He just told her to come along, and while a lot of nineteen-year-old dudes wouldn’t have wanted their mother hanging out with them and “cramping their style,” I thought it was really nice of my best bud to tell his mom she could join us. He truly loved the woman who had given him life, and I really respected him for that.
Of course, when we had met up at the theater that night, Sharon instantly started thanking me for being okay with her presence, and she even joked that with her around, any prospective “ladies” who may have looked in Shawn’s and my direction would probably stay away. She apologized profusely for that, but I told her I’d much rather have her around than someone I didn’t know. I think she always cherished that comment and could tell I was being truthful.
Sharon just had this thing about her that made her feel like another friend instead of one of my pals’ parents. I had always told Shawn she was perpetually welcome to hang out with us when we were at his place, and I think part of the reason he valued my friendship so much was because he appreciated the fact that I respected his connection with his mom. He knew I felt the same way about my parents, so our mutual love for our elders was one of the few things we had in common.
Anyway, returning to my story, I stood in front of the open doorway and smiled at Sharon while asking how she was doing. As always, she radiated with kindness while inviting me inside, and as I thanked her and stepped in, she told me to have a seat on the couch and make myself comfortable. She also informed me that she had just finished baking a cherry pie, so as I removed my shoes and had a seat, she rushed to the kitchen and shouted, “I’m going to cut you a piece, Trevor!”
Miss Rizkova was an excellent cook. Shawn oftentimes told me that he got a little sick of homemade dinners since his mom whipped up a lot of the same things, but I could’ve lived off his mother’s three favorite dishes. She made a mean lasagna, and her smoked salmon was to die for. Maybe it’s just me, but I never get sick of the same foods if they’re cooked to perfection, and Sharon did just that.
After taking a seat and stealing a look at the clock in Shawn’s living room, I realized we were going to have to skip grabbing snacks if we didn’t want to miss the movie. I was fine with that since there was no way I was going to skip out on a freshly baked piece of Sharon’s cherry pie.
While waiting for the kindhearted woman, I made sure to speak up and thank her in advance for the snack. I told her I couldn’t wait to try it, and then I asked if she wanted to accompany Shawn and me to the movie.
“Oh, dear!” she spoke up from the next room over. “He must not have had the chance to tell you!”
I noticed Sharon’s tone somewhat shift from happy to dismal. I decided to speak up, “No, we haven’t spoken since last night.”
Sharon suddenly entered the room from behind the couch and rounded it so she could sit down beside me. She handed me a plate with a slice of pie and a fork on it, and in her other hand, she held a glass of milk. She did her best to retain her smile as she informed me, “Shawn got called into work a couple of hours ago. I thought he said he was going to call you and let you know that he couldn’t make the movie!”
I could tell that the tenderhearted woman was upset with the fact that her son hadn’t called me to tell me about what was going on. Quite honestly, it was no skin off my nuts because it wasn’t like I had to drive across town to reach the Rizkova household. Shawn only lived a few blocks away, so it wasn’t like I was wasting gas.
Besides, it was nice to stop in and see his mom, and I couldn’t deny how awesome it was to receive a piece of freshly baked homemade pie for doing so.
I was about to tell Sharon that it wasn’t a big deal, but before I could, I cut into the slice of cherry pie and took my first bite. My taste buds were instantly barraged by the cascading juiciness of fresh, sugary fruit, and the accompanying sweetness of the whipped topping she had added to the delectable snack put an exclamation point on everything. “Oh, mmm!” I moaned before swallowing what was in my mouth. I didn’t want to come off as a barbarian, but I couldn’t finish chewing before telling the excellent chef, “My goodness, Sharon! Your pie is delicious!” I didn’t even think about what I had said before vocalizing it.
The beautiful blonde threw her head back and laughed. Her shoulders even did that thing where they bobbed up and down, and after settling down again, she handed me the glass of milk and told me to wash what was in my mouth down with it. I accepted the glass and set it on a coaster on the nearby end table to my right without taking a sip. Instead, I think I made Shawn’s mom even happier by chewing what remained in my mouth and quickly gulping it down before proclaiming, “I appreciate the milk, Sharon, but I don’t want to dilute the succulent flavor of your pie!” Again, I didn’t exactly think about what I was saying beforehand.
Sharon had another good laugh before playfully throwing her body against mine to shove me. She was goofing around like she was a teenager again, and to be honest, it made me happy to see her happy. The warmhearted woman deserved all the joy she could get in her life.
“This pie is truly amazing,” I once again told her as I set the plate on my lap. I then glanced over at her and said, “I really appreciate you feeding me, Sharon, but you didn’t have to. I mean, I’ll always accept any food you make, but I hope Shawn doesn’t find out later and get mad!” I knew he wouldn’t care, but I was doing what I could to make my hot hostess laugh.
She did just that before sportively shoving me with her right hand this time. Her pearly whites were delightfully blinding as she exclaimed, “Oh, Trevor! There’s a reason why I always tell Shawn you’re my favorite of his friends!”
“Hey, and you’re my favorite of all my friends’ parents!” I decided to say.
“Oh, you don’t mean that!”
“The heck I don’t!” I said since I didn’t like dropping even minor curses in front of Miss Rizkova. “Hey, it may sound kind of rude, but Andrew’s parents are too snobby, Tim’s folks are weird, and for as long as I’ve known him, Jeremy’s mom and dad have been just plain mean! Sure, a few of the other guys have some okay parents, but when it comes to the best, you’re at the very top!”
“Aww, that’s very nice of you to say, Trevor,” Sharon replied in a tone that had somewhat changed from her previous joy. She still sounded happy, but at the same time, she also sounded a bit serious. While speaking her mind, she gave my closest thigh a mild pat.
I had, of course, noticed what I’m about to point out sooner, but it was at that moment when I finally realized just how sexy Miss Rizkova looked. Sure, she always had a pleasingly attractive appearance and looked hotter than any cover girl could ever hope to achieve, but it had taken me much longer than it should have to notice just how tight the enticing woman’s gray slacks were, and that the top few buttons of her blouse were undone. Her bronzed flesh caught the afternoon light just right, and I even spotted the faintest trace of freckling near her collarbone before quickly peeling my eyes away.
For the briefest of moments, I remained silent since I wasn’t sure of what to do or say in front of such an attractive female, but after glancing around the room and catching another glimpse of the clock, I decided to man up by meeting Sharon’s eyes and uttering, “Um, Sharon? I don’t mean for this to sound weird or anything, but would you maybe like to join me for that movie since Shawn can’t?”
The beauteous blonde returned to her playful behavior as she laughed, “Oh, Trevor! Are you asking me to accompany you as a fallback since my son’s unavailable?”
“No!” I instantly retorted. “Not at all!” I’m sure she could hear the panic in my voice.
Sharon laughed a little more before sportively bumping into me again. “I was only teasing you, Trevor! I know you didn’t mean it that way!” She slyly smiled at me after backing away and almost looked as if she were studying me for a few seconds. Before I could say or do anything, she lifted an eyebrow and queried, “Are you asking me on a ‘date,’ Trevor Moonstar?”
“I…I…” My voice was caught in my throat.
“I’m teasing you again, Trevor!” Sharon energetically told me as she reached over and placed a hand on my left shoulder. She gave it a gentle squeeze before also glancing in the direction of the clock and reminding me, “The movie you and Shawn were going to see starts at two, so I don’t think we would make it on time since I wanted you to try my pie.” When the gorgeous blonde met my eyes again, her face scrunched up due to a frown as she apologized, “I’m sorry I held you up.”
“No worries, Sharon,” I told her, since I believed she was shooting down my idea to catch the flick with me. “The movie just came out, so I’ll catch it some other time.”
Immediately backtracking to what had previously been said, Miss Rizkova caught me off guard a bit by suddenly pointing out, “I must say that a girl would have to be a complete idiot to turn down a ‘date’ with a man as wonderful as you, Trevor.” As she spoke the words in a stern tone, Sharon unexpectedly placed her right arm on the back of the couch near where I sat and let her hand dangle down by my left arm. Her index finger then started to move up and down so it could continually flutter over my bicep.
I swallowed a lump in my throat. I didn’t know a third of the things Shawn did when it came to women and what they wanted from a man, but if I didn’t know any better, I almost would’ve assumed that Sharon was flirting with me.
Either that, or she may have even been a little randy.
“Trevor,” Sharon abruptly spoke up as I noticed her examining me up and down out of the corner of my eye, “as you may know, I’m an old woman and have been around the block a time or two…”
“You’re not old, Sharon,” I inadvertently cut the gorgeous blonde off since I firmly believed she wasn’t. I wasn’t exactly letting my brain do a whole lot of my thinking as I babbled, “If I didn’t already know you and saw you on the street for the first time, I wouldn’t believe you were old enough to be a mom, let alone the mom of a twenty-one-year-old guy!”
“Aw, Trevor!” Sharon once again laughed as she eased up on touching me for a bit. She did her best to sound cheerful as she replied, “I don’t know if I should be happy or sad to hear that!”
I thought about what I had said and did my best to reiterate, “Sharon, I hope I’m not being out of line by saying this, but you’re a beautiful woman. Heck, I think you’re hotter than any of the girls Shawn and I attended school with, and I…oh, hell!” I slipped with a minor cuss because I couldn’t believe my dumb ass had rambled the way it had. I felt my entire body suddenly growing red-hot as my skin – most especially my cheeks – took on a color similar to that of the pie filling on my lap.
Sharon’s joy once again became so prominent that it almost took on a palpable form. Shockingly, my words had affected someone as divinely beautiful as she was in a way I couldn’t have foreseen.
I’m not sure what happened in that moment, but I was suddenly hit with some courage that I didn’t know I possessed.
Maybe it was because I was in Shawn’s house and his spirit somehow lingered in the air around me, but I unexpectedly took a page out of my best bud’s book and cleared my throat before facing his gorgeous mother so I could sternly inquire, “Sharon, do you know when the last time was that I saw a woman more attractive than you?”
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but Miss Rizkova honestly looked like a teenager again as her eyes sparkled and her features scrunched up in a combination of embarrassment and anticipation. Her voice actually sounded small as she eagerly responded with, “No. When?”
“Never,” I honestly replied.
“Oh!” Sharon’s trembly voice came out small and shrill at the same time as her body shuddered in a way that didn’t denote fear. “My goodness, Trevor! I’ve never had a man say such a nice thing about me, and when I was your age…”
Again, channeling my “inner Shawn” and thinking on my toes, I interrupted the wonderful woman by saying, “If not for your son’s existence, Sharon, I wouldn’t believe that that could’ve been that long ago!”
As unbelievable as this is going to sound, Sharon suddenly looked both vulnerable and domineering at the same time, and perhaps what was even more incredible than that was the fact that I was honestly considering making a move. I had never been the most outgoing guy when it came to women, but when I realized that the phenomenal female seated less than a foot away from me was not only older and more mature but also my best friend’s mother, I suddenly had trouble grasping the reality of my situation.
Catching me completely off guard again, Sharon suddenly sat up straight with a look on her face that made me believe an idea had struck her like a bolt from the blue. “Trevor,” she spoke up, “if you’re no longer planning on going to that movie this afternoon, that means you’ll undoubtedly be free, correct?”
I meekly nodded.
A cunning smile appeared on the gorgeous woman’s countenance as she once again gave my left thigh a pat before gripping the kneecap beneath it. Her happiness was infectious as she abruptly pushed herself off the couch and suggested, “Why don’t you finish your pie and wait here for a minute while I go change into something a little more comfortable. If, by any chance, you don’t have anything better to do, I would like to spend a little more time with you, Trevor. We don’t often have the opportunity to be alone, and if you’re okay with it, I’d like to take you up on your offer…that is, if you’d still like to take me on a date?” From where she stood in front of the couch, Sharon mischievously stared down at me and winked.
Just like that, she was back in total control of the situation.
I’m fairly certain that my body was trembling as I answered in the only way I could and nodded. I wanted to speak, but my mouth had suddenly become too dry to do so. Hell, even if I could have, my brain was in no position to form the right words. Had I not been a young and vital twenty-one-year-old, I honestly would’ve believed that my body was going into that “shut-down mode” that some people claim occurs when one is about to experience a heart attack.
From where I sat on the sofa, I turned my head to watch Sharon ascend three steps that led into a hallway on the north end of the house. The first bedroom on the right was hers, and she was just about to turn into it when the phone suddenly rang. The sound made me jump since I hadn’t been anticipating it, and I had been expecting even less what happened next.
“Oh, Trevor,” Sharon said as she turned to look in my direction from where she stood in front of her bedroom doorway. “I’m sorry to bother you, but could you be a dear and answer that? Would you mind telling whoever it is that I’m busy and will call them back later?”
“Um, sure, Sharon,” I responded as I turned and noticed the placement of a cordless phone near where I had set my milk down earlier on the end table. “I’ll let ‘em know you’re busy.”
“Thank you, Trevor! You’re such a gentleman!” After gleefully stating what she believed, Sharon disappeared into her bedroom and shut the door.
I still had the jitters since I was vehemently trying to figure out what was going on. My brain told me that Sharon was about to change into a T-shirt and some sweat pants so the two of us could spend the afternoon talking with some game shows and soap operas playing on the television for background noise, but my hormones were begging that sexy siren to come prancing out in nothing more than tassels and a pair of panties that rode so far up her amazing ass that it would look like she wasn’t even wearing undergarments. Of course, I think my heart was just happy to be in her presence and wanted to ensure that she had a splendid time, no matter what we ended up doing. As previously mentioned, I knew she had been lonely for the last couple of years, so if I could bring her even a moment’s worth of joy, I would be glad to do my part.
After hearing the phone ring for the fourth or fifth time, I finally reached over and grabbed it since I didn’t want Sharon to think I was ignoring her request. I lifted the device off its cradle and cleared my throat before lowering my voice and uttering, “Rizkova residence.”
The other end of the line seemed dead for a second or two before a befuddled voice questioned, “Trevor?”
It took all of a millisecond for me to realize who I was speaking to. “Shawn?”
“Trevor?” my best bud repeated. “What are you doing at my house?”
I again cleared my throat and did my best to sound normal as I replied with a question of my own. “Shawn, where are you?”
“I’m at work. My boss called me in because Glenn didn’t show up. Didn’t my mom tell you?”
“Yeah,” I said as I held the cordless device up to my face with both hands while glancing back in the direction of Sharon’s bedroom. “She told me when I came to pick you up for the movie.”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line until Shawn queried, “You mean, she didn’t call you?”
Confusion that Shawn obviously couldn’t see became evident on my face. “No, she didn’t call me. What are you talking about?”
“I was in a hurry when I left the house,” Shawn informed me, “so I asked her if she’d call you and tell you I couldn’t make the movie. I wanted to save you the trip, man.” There was another pause on Shawn’s end before he sighed. “Geez, I’m sorry about that. Ma must’ve been acting a little more scatterbrained than usual to forget about that.”
I remained silent while thinking about things. I recalled how Sharon had mentioned pretty much the same thing, only she had claimed that her son must’ve forgotten to call me before leaving for work.
“Well, I’m sorry about that, Trevor,” Shawn’s voice once again caught my attention. “Is my mom there, by the way? I was mainly calling to ask her if she had let you know what was going on since I finally had a minute to take a short break, but since I know she didn’t, I want to tell her…”
“She’s busy in the kitchen with the pie she’s cooking,” I fibbed since the truth seemed stranger than fiction. “She asked me to grab the phone and take a message when it rang.”
“Oh. All right. Well, just tell her I’m a little disappointed in her for forgetting to call you, but let her know I love her.”
“I will. I mean, I’ll tell her you love her. You don’t need to worry about her forgetting to call me. It was no big deal.”
“Yeah, well, I love her to death, but sometimes, I think she needs to focus a little more on what’s going on around her.”
“Be nice, Shawn. Your mother’s a saint.”
“Yeah,” Shawn grumbled. “A Saint Bernard.”
“Hey!” I raised my voice in an irate tone. “That was uncalled for! Besides my own, you have the greatest mother in the world! You should be thankful!” I’m sure Shawn found my outburst somewhat strange since the two of us never grew angry with one another, but I found his comment distasteful for a plethora of reasons.
“Oh, calm down,” Shawn told me. “You know I’m kidding. I love my mom.”
Doing as my friend requested, I settled down and said, “Yeah, I know you do. I just didn’t think that was very nice.”
“It wasn’t. I was just upset that she blew off calling you. Anyway, tell her that I love her. Oh, and Trevor?”
“Yeah?”
“Tell her I’m going straight over to Bart’s place after work tonight, okay?”
I suddenly remembered the party we had both been invited to. Nodding, I responded, “We’ll do.”
“I’ll see you there, right?”
“Yeah. When does it start?”
“It’s Bart, Trevor,” Shawn replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “Hell, you could probably head over there right now, and they’d probably be kicking things off already.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“I usually am,” Shawn jested.
“Okay. Well, I’ll tell your mom you called.”
“Sounds good. Oh, and Trevor?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t get laid without me.”
I completely froze up upon hearing my best friend’s nonchalant comment. “Wha…what?” I stammered.
“I said, ‘Don’t get laid without me.’ You know? At the party? I’m sure you’ll get there before me, and if there’s some hot, college ass running around, save some for me to smash, okay?”
“Oh…yeah! At the party! Got it!”
There was silence for a few seconds before Shawn commented, “Man, you sound a little high-strung, Trevor. Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I did my best to cover for my faux pas. All I could think about was the incredibly attractive female in the other room who just happened to be my best friend’s mom.
Again, there was a brief spell of silence before Shawn finally told me, “Maybe you should have a piece of my mom’s pie or something and settle down a bit.”
I found it ironic that Shawn would say such a thing and not realize the underlying meaning behind his words, since he usually had quite the dirty mind, but I merely replied, “Yeah, she’s already offered me one when it comes out of the oven. She also told me she was going to add some whipped topping to it…”
“Hey! Don’t eat all of my whipped topping! Ma knows I love that stuff, so I’d better not come home tomorrow and find that it’s all gone because of you, Trevor!”
I knew my friend was merely joking, but I made sure to tell him, “I promise I won’t eat it all! Have a good rest of your day at work, and I’ll see you tonight. I’ll tell your mom you love her.”
“Thanks, Trevor. Catch you tonight. Later.”
“Later,” I also said as I clicked the phone off and placed it back on the cradle. After doing so, I thought about everything Shawn and I had talked about. He had mentioned I was acting a little “high-strung,” and while I wanted to deny such an allegation, I knew I couldn’t. For some reason, my visit to the Rizkova residence seemed awfully different from any other time I had ever been over, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what that was until something my best bud had said suddenly dawned on me.
Shawn mentioned that he had asked his mother to call me and let me know that he wouldn’t be able to make the movie. He had said that when he received the notification that he had to head into work, he had been in a hurry, so he had asked Sharon to give me a buzz and inform me that I didn’t have to bother coming over. I’m sure my pal figured that since the film we had been waiting to see had just come out, we could catch it another time, but to me, that was neither here nor there.
The bigger picture I was suddenly focusing on was the fact that not only had Sharon not called my place to let me know her son couldn’t make it, but when I had initially shown up at her residence, she had made the comment that she was disappointed that Shawn hadn’t called me.
Something wasn’t adding up. Why would either Shawn or his mother lie to me? I had known the former for almost my entire life, and I could tell when he was stretching the truth. On the other hand, though, I had known Sharon for nearly as long, and while I had always known her to be the biggest sweetheart imaginable, it almost seemed like it was more likely in this scenario that she had been the one to fib to me. But if that were the case, why would she do so? What did she have to gain from luring me to her house?
“That was very nice of you to tell Shawn that he has one of the greatest mothers in the world.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin and instantly felt like the biggest boob in the world for doing so. I had no idea that Sharon was standing behind me and the couch I was seated on, so when she frightened me like a cheap jump scare in a horror movie, I reacted like a frightened schoolgirl. Again, I felt like an idiot for doing so in front of a woman I had known for the majority of my life.
A highly feminine laugh escaped from Sharon’s lips as she rounded the piece of furniture while apologizing in the process. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, Trevor! Sorry about that!”
Normally, I wouldn’t have been fazed by such a reappearance, but the moment I had put two and two together regarding what I believed Sharon’s intentions to be, I was promptly on edge. I mean, for the briefest of instants, I had found myself wondering if her motivations weren’t entirely pure, and when I finally laid eyes on her and saw what she had changed into, I felt my heart lunge into my throat.
Shawn’s overly gorgeous mother was standing three feet away from me in a black silk robe.
I swallowed a lump in my throat as I probably stuttered for a good ten seconds. I did everything I could to form a coherent sentence and finally mumbled, “I, um, Miss Rizkova…”
“What happened to ‘Sharon?’” the beautiful blonde who looked somewhat hurt by my reaction queried. “I thought we were on a first-name basis, Trevor?”
“I…I…” I babbled like a fool before eventually collecting my bearings and putting my thoughts together. “Sharon, I’m sorry for reacting that way. You just caught me off guard, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting you back so soon, and I…”
Flashing me her most radiant smile, Sharon cut me off by saying, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but I overheard part of your conversation with Shawn. That was very nice of you to stand up for me, and the compliments you gave me mean a great deal to me.” The lovely woman briefly paused and placed her hands on her hips as she gave me a sly look and unexpectedly inquired, “But I have to wonder: Why did you tell Shawn I was in the kitchen baking a pie…?”
How much of the conversation had Sharon heard? I thought she had gone to change clothes, and while she obviously had since she was no longer in her blouse and tight leggings, it felt like she had picked up on quite a bit of my exchange with her son. Nevertheless, it quickly dawned on me that I needed to come up with a response to her question, but since I didn’t know what to say without looking like a complete moron, I just sat there in silence while taking all of her radiance in.
And that’s when it happened.
I know this next part is going to sound made up, and if anyone listening to me doesn’t believe it, I can’t say I would blame them. However, what happened to me is both one hundred percent accurate and infinitely embarrassing, but I can’t deny that it helped to set things in motion for what was to come.
As I sat on that couch and stared at the sensational woman before me, my body undeniably started to react to her beauty in the only way it knew how. The blood in my system made a beeline for one particular organ, and I began sprouting more wood than a thousand-year-old forest contains. Between Sharon, her undying brilliance, and the overall situation, I was growing harder than I had ever been before, and during the few seconds it took to produce such a profound hard-on, I had completely forgotten about the unfinished pie on my lap.
My flourishing boner knocked the plate to the floor.
“Oh, damn it!” I called out as I freaked out about everything occurring around me. Spilling the pie was one thing, but the fact that it was a slice of food Sharon had gone out of her way to give me made me feel horrible about not finishing it sooner. I would’ve gladly eaten it off the floor if I had believed she wouldn’t have viewed me like some kind of animal, but such concerns were quickly nixed since I had far bigger – no pun intended – things to worry about.
As I slipped off the sofa and fumbled about for everything I had dropped, I instantly felt myself combating what had caused my current mess to begin with. I was sporting a huge erection that couldn’t be missed from a mile away, and I was instantly worried about what Sharon would think when she caught wind of it. Unless she looked the complete opposite way, there was very little chance that she would miss it.
Speaking of that wonderful woman, she immediately dropped to her knees next to me and picked up the fork since it was closer to her. She watched me carefully grab one chunk of the pie – it had broken into a few pieces upon hitting the floor – and place it on the plate after I turned the dish right side up. The entire time I retrieved things, I incessantly apologized for my mistake and told my best friend’s mother I would clean everything up, but concern about her carpet seemed like the farthest thing from Sharon’s mind.
“Trevor, don’t worry about it,” the mature woman told me as she set the fork on the plate and then placed her right hand on my left shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze. “I have some carpet cleaner in the kitchen that will take care of this in a heartbeat.”
I slowly turned my head so I could face Sharon, but when I did so, I hastily realized that she was sitting up farther on her knees, meaning my eyes didn’t meet hers, but instead her surplus of cleavage since her robe was open enough to display it.
At that point in my life, I had seen and done a lot of things. Sure, someone with ten or twenty more years on me undeniably had far more experience, but I had lived through some pretty unforgettable moments with some of my closest buddies when we had gone out to enjoy a night on the town. Now, I was by no means a party animal, but when a guy has friends like Shawn, he tends to learn a thing or two. I think the chances were pretty good that, by the age of twenty-one, I had witnessed a few events that fifty percent of the people my age had never and would possibly never behold.
From where I had seated myself on that floor, it felt as if all time and space had come to a complete standstill as I gawked at Sharon’s chest less than an inch from my face and muttered, “Holy God…”
I think my honest, uncensored reaction caused the older woman a great deal of joy because she instantly started chuckling in that deeply feminine way she had about her. Doing so caused her chest to bounce with her mirth, and since I was so damn close to her, her right knocker bumped against my face. Frankly, I think that the fact that it did so caused her even more elation because she ended up laughing harder.
Frozen in place, I could do nothing but stare in awe as I studied that classy cleavage and examined every millimeter of it. As I mentioned at the top of my tale, I had “gone all the way” with two women before, and I had actually seen a couple of others naked, too. Of course, if one wanted to get technical, I had seen hundreds of naked women before since Shawn and one of my other buddies had quite the collection of pornographic magazines, but when it came to what I had witnessed in the flesh, I had espied some rather gorgeous women with very little or nothing at all on. Without a doubt, though, those members of the opposite sex had always been females around my own age, so when I took into account the fact that I was gazing directly at a couple of beauties that were well into their forties, I couldn’t help but remain as still as a statue.
Sharon had to have the most impeccable set of twins I had ever laid eyes on.
Sure, I wasn’t seeing them in their complete naked glory, but those magnificent mammaries were compactly pressed together and practically resting against my face. The cleavage they created had beads of sweat forming on my brow, and since I couldn’t take my eyes away from them, I couldn’t help but notice that Sharon’s collarbone wasn’t exactly freckled as I had originally thought, but instead had some scattered age spots. I assumed they had probably come from exposure to the sun. I mean, that seemed pretty reasonable given the fact that she was so damn tan.
Snapping out of my reverie after hearing my hospitable hostess’s laugh, I shook my head a few times – being careful not to bang my noggin into the bountiful bosoms before me – and rambled, “Um, if you need me to go grab some paper towels or something, Sharon, I could…”
“It’s fine, Trevor. You picked up all the pieces, so why don’t you just set the plate on the end table next to the phone there…”
“I can’t believe I dropped your pie, Sharon! It was so good! In fact, it was so delicious, and your house is so clean, I could eat it off the floor! I could…”
Able to see how nervous I had become, Sharon started to ascend back to her feet. As she did so, she gingerly grabbed onto my closest arm and pulled me up with her. Since we were close to it, she tugged me toward the couch and sat me down. I think the generous woman could tell how tense I was, and after seating herself next to me and soothingly running a hand through my hair, she told me in her most heartwarming tone, “It’s all right, Trevor. You don’t need to work yourself up. Everything’s just fine, okay?”
I did my best to nod and agree. It wasn’t easy since I was suddenly so damn jittery. Normally, Sharon’s presence – no matter the situation – was a calming influence. Any time I had been over in the past to hang out with Shawn, or if she had happened to join us on one of our outings to see a movie or drink a quick coffee at a café, I had always enjoyed Miss Rizkova’s company. That hadn’t changed, of course, but now that I was seated next to her and could clearly see just how radiant she truly was, I could feel my entire body trembling.
With a smile illuminating her remarkable features, Sharon suddenly reached over and grabbed onto my left kneecap. She gave it a reassuring squeeze while growing somewhat serious and looking me over before asking, “Trevor, I hope I’m not crossing any personal boundaries you may have, but there’s something I’d like to ask you about.”
“Um…ask away, Sharon!” I said in what might have been an overly happy tone.
The gorgeous woman smiled as her hand unexpectedly moved up to my thigh. She gave it a squeeze and intently watched what she was doing as she inquired, “Trevor, have you ever thought…about me?”
I’ll admit that I didn’t think about the query in quite the same way she was asking it. When I initially heard it, I answered in a way that made the most sense to me by saying, “Of course I do, Sharon. I mean, I wasn’t lying when I said you were my favorite of all my friends’ mothers, and when I think about the way you’ve treated not just me, but all of Shawn’s and my other friends over the years whenever we’ve been over to your place…”
“No, no,” Sharon cut me short as she gave my left thigh a pat. “That’s not what I’m talking about.” She suddenly raised her eyes so she could meet mine as she tried to elaborate, “I think you know what I’m talking about, Trevor.”
My eyes grew wide, and I’m fairly certain that my jaw dropped open as my feeble twenty-one-year-old brain tried to concoct a suitable response. If Sharon was asking what I think she was, I wasn’t exactly sure that she wanted to hear my answer.
I’m going to be perfectly honest: Being a typical red-blooded male who had jerked off more times over the years than most people could count, I had undoubtedly thought about some pretty sultry women while pulling my pud. I didn’t own the plethora of smut Shawn kept under his bed, and since the internet was still in its infancy around the time I was “finding myself,” I had to come up with other ways of “gripping the ol’ crankshaft.” Most of the time, this consisted of me lying in bed at night, daydreaming about certain women I would’ve loved being with.
And yes, Sharon Rizkova had danced naked through my thoughts on far more than one occasion.
Well, it should go without saying that I had no idea how to respond. For the briefest of moments, I wondered if Sharon was baiting me into some kind of trap, but that thought swiftly left my mind just as soon as it had entered it. The woman seated next to me was far too sweet to attempt anything so underhanded. She would never set me – or anyone, for that matter – up for failure in such a way.
Another thing I quickly remembered was how lonely and vulnerable Sharon had been for the last couple of years. Ever since her divorce from Shawn’s old man, she had – for whatever reason – lacked the confidence she needed to get back out into the dating world. It may sound a little strange for me to know my best bud’s mom’s dating history, but since I did, in fact, care about her, I constantly stayed up to date on what was happening in her life. Whether it was through Shawn or directly talking to her when I was at their place, I had a pretty good idea of what went on in her daily life, and if the gorgeous woman wasn’t busy at work, she usually kept herself locked up in her house.
And that was a damn shame.
I’m not saying that just because of how beautiful Sharon was. I know I’m probably coming off like most other guys my age who only see two things in a woman when they’re out on the town: tits and ass. I hate to say this, but Shawn was usually that way any time we went somewhere. I’d hear things like, “Check out the jugs on that one!” or “I’d tongue-punch that one right in the balloon knot!” As I’ve mentioned numerous times, Shawn was my closest confidant, but what we desired from prospective mates differed greatly.
Anyway, it goes without saying that Sharon was one of the most dazzling women I had ever seen, but the fantastic female also had a heart of gold. She’d give a stranger the shirt off her back, and over the years, I couldn’t even begin to count the number of times she had gone out of her way to make sure I was happy. Whether she was serving me a homemade snack or offering to give Shawn and me a ride somewhere before we were able to drive, the wonderful woman always wanted to make sure we were content.
When I suddenly thought about the abundance of nice things Sharon had done for me over the years, I unexpectedly became more pissed off than I had ever been regarding what Shawn’s old man had done to her.
After sitting in silence for what felt like an eternity but in reality had been mere seconds, I finally met Sharon’s extraordinary, sparkling spheres and truthfully responded, “Yes, Sharon. Yes, I have thought about you before, and I hope that doesn’t upset you. I mean, you are my best friend’s mom after all, and for me to take advantage of how kind you’ve been to me over the years by picturing you in such ways…well, I’m sorry if I’ve said anything to disappoint you.” I lowered my gaze since I had trouble maintaining eye contact after my admission.
Surprising the hell out of me, Sharon’s right hand suddenly left my thigh, only to reappear on my chin as she used her thumb and index finger to grip it. She lifted my head so we could meet each other’s eyes once more, and as she stared directly into my soul, she comforted me by also flashing me one of her most brilliant smiles. She decided to respond to my confession by asking, “Now, Trevor, why would I be disappointed in you for thinking about someone who’s obviously well past her prime?”
As I felt those gentle fingers on my chin, only one thing made any sense to say, so I replied, “Sharon, the day you’re past your prime will be the day I’m hunched over and walking with a cane.”
The gorgeous woman had a good laugh and lowered her hand to my chest so she could give me a playful swat. After doing so, she shocked me yet again by making a move I wouldn’t have seen coming in a million years: She showed her flexibility – as well as a little something more before I quickly looked away – by lifting her right leg up and over my head so she could set it down on the couch behind me. The foot of her other limb was still resting on the floor, so technically, I was sitting right between her legs.
“Trevor,” the soft yet domineering voice of the overly attractive cougar spoke my name, “you still look pretty tense. Why don’t you turn around and let me rub your shoulders a bit?”
I’m sure my eyes probably grew wide again, but I didn’t argue. I figured it would probably be in my best interest to be facing the opposite direction of my gracious hostess since I didn’t want her to see I was still sporting that chubby she had caused me to pop. In fact, since I had just caught a shot of some skimpy black panties Miss Rizkova was wearing beneath that tiny silk robe, I knew my erection wouldn’t be diminishing any time soon.
