A Mother's Indiscretion Pt. 01

Author's note:

This is a story about a sex starved married mother (42 yo) who seduces her son's best friend (19 yo).

Comments and feedback are always appreciated.

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A Mother's Indiscretion Pt. 01

"Hi Gavin," she smiled brightly while answering the door. "Come on in."

"Thank you, Mrs. Whitcomb," Gavin nervously replied as he stepped into her home carrying a small overnight bag.

"Please, just call me Tess," she insisted with a pleasant smile. "No need to be so formal this weekend."

Gavin had been to her house a thousand times, but this time he looked decidedly on edge. He peered around, as if he was afraid someone waited around the corner.

"So, everyone else is away for the weekend?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes, they left an hour ago," Tess reassured him. "David's taken Kevin and Lauren to visit his brother's family three hours away this weekend. I told them I had to work on Saturday, so I couldn't go. It's just us here alone."

Gavin remembered receiving the text from Tess a few days ago, and he'd read their text exchange at least a hundred times since then, enough that he had practically committed it to memory.

Tess:Do you want to spend this weekend at my house?

Gavin:But isn't Kevin out of town this weekend?

Tess:I'll be alone in the house and could use some company. I trust we can keep this a secret between us.

His parents didn't question when Gavin said he'd spend the weekend at Kevin's house. He and Kevin had been best friends since elementary school, and even thought they were both 19 years old now and attended community college, they still regularly stayed over at each other's houses on the weekend for all night gaming sessions.

He'd spent so much time at Kevin's house that Tess was almost like a mother to him, which is perhaps what left him so unnerved in the moment. He'd read and reread her text a thousand times, and his teenaged mind wanted to believe it was sexual in nature, yet that possibility seemed unfathomable.

Tess was always the prototypical mother, a matronly woman who made sure her kids were fed and did their homework, but she never so much as gave a hint at having a sexual side, let alone show any physical interest in Gavin, which is what made her weekend invitation so baffling.

Tess was in her early 40's, but she looked almost ten years younger. Her smile was friendly, and her eyes glowed warm and bright. Her shoulder length auburn hair flowed down to her shoulders like golden waterfalls, and though she complained about needing to lose weight, it went to her hips and breasts, which only made her 5'4" 140 pound body all the more alluring in Gavin's eyes.

Still, she intimidated him. She was sharp and witty, not air headed like the girls at school. She held a professional office job as a manager at a large corporation, and she carried herself with an air of authority.

Nevertheless, Tess had a natural beauty. She barely even wore makeup, yet her skin still glowed and she had little more than laugh lines around her eyes, as opposed to his own mother who looked like a completely different woman after cleaning her face at night.

Tess always looked so put together. She wore dress skirts, blouses, stockings, and heels to work each day, and even when she changed to relax at home, her yoga tights and tee shirts looked stylish and refined.

The girls in high school and even now in community college were just that, girls by comparison, whereas Tess was a woman. He put her on a pedestal like a goddess, which is why he was so shocked when she asked him to spend the weekend alone with her.

Gavin felt like a typical gawky teenager around her, tongue tied and clumsy. After all, what could she possibly see in him? What did he have to offer? It certainly wasn't money, success, or sophistication. He didn't possess a silver tongue or a clever wit, and he scratched his head tyring to understand why she would come on to him. So, even though he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the eye, he doubted himself.

Mrs. Whitcomb.... Tess.... was a married woman. Let alone that he was his best friend's mother. He'd never observed any issues in her marriage, and she never even gave a hint that she was a cougar on the prowl, yet the intent in her text seemed unmistakable.

He didn't want to get his hopes up, and he mentally prepared himself for disappointment. He assumed she just couldn't stand to be home alone or needed some extra help to get a home project done that weekend.

Gavin tried to dampen his expectations, but his cock hardened at the mere possibility of what the weekend might bring.

*****

"I made salmon for dinner. I hope you don't mind," Tess said as she led Gavin into the dining room.

"Salmon sounds great," he eagerly replied as he saw two places set out at the dining room table.

"Good, go ahead and take a seat," she gestured. "I left the salmon in the oven to keep warm. I just need to plate the food, and then I'll be right back."

"You cooked a special dinner just for me?" Gavin wondered in amazement.

"I want tonight to be special," Tess smiled warmly. "You're always here, but we never spend time just the two of us, and I thought maybe we could get to know each other better while everyone else is out of the house."

Tess whisked herself away to the kitchen while Gavin's jaw nearly hit the floor. As soon as she turned the corner though, she let out a huge exhale, trying to expel her bundle of nerves.

She collected herself and made her way to the oven, not wanting to take too long. She quickly plated the salmon and the side dishes onto plates for each of them.

"Do you need any help?" Gavin called out.

"No, I'm almost done. I'll be right back," she promised.

Tess loved how eager and helpful Gavin was, although he was impossibly young, still only 19. She was literally old enough to be his mother since Gavin was the same age as her own son and only one year older than her daughter.

Nevertheless, he'd matured from a gangly teen into a strapping young man in recent years, growing to a full height of 5'11" and a well-proportioned 160 pounds. He had a messy mane of brown hair on top of his head, but he was clean shaven and kind of cute in a young Matthew Perry kind of way. Plus, he seemed relatively intelligent, which she appreciated since she had no patience for stupidity.

Still, even though he matured physically, he still retained an innocent charm; he was still sweetly naïve, which she appreciated. Even though he was sometimes unobservant, he was generally obedient and eager to please. He was someone she hoped would be content to follow her lead, which principally appealed to her.

If there were two things she knew about teenaged boys, one was that sex was always on their mind, and the other was that they were always hungry. And tonight she desperately hoped that both those facts would work in her favor so that Gavin would end up wrapped around her little finger.

For a moment she doubted herself. She was a married woman, after all, and mother to a 19 year old son and an 18 year old daughter. How would she feel if her husband cheated on her, she couldn't help thinking. But she banished that thought when she recalled all the ways she tried to seduce him, to rekindle their sex life, all to no avail.

She wasn't used to playing the part of the cougar on the prowl, but she had been sexually starved for years. So, when her husband decided a few weeks ago that he and the kids were visiting his brother's family, she made an excuse to stay behind, seizing the opportunity to have the house all to herself.

She soon grasped, however, that her options for affair partners were limited. Meeting a stranger only instilled her with fear, and she quickly realized that she knew precious few people outside of work, and a workplace affair was a non-starter, so it left her somewhat grasping at straws.

Despite the age difference, she decided that Gavin was her best option for an affair. Nevertheless, Gavin was her son's best friend, which complicated things. But she hoped he was smart enough to keep this weekend between them. The butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She wasn't used to playing the role of the seductress, of the cougar on the prowl, although she'd enjoyed playing the part that evening so far. It'd been a long time since the feeling of romance tickled her emotions, and her heart was bursting in anticipation. Now she only hoped the evening would go as smoothly as she planned.

Tess closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she picked up the dinner plates to carry them back to the dining room.

"Dinner's ready," she announced cheerfully. "I hope you're hungry."

*****

Gavin shook his head in disbelief as Tess reappeared looking like a dream serving up a Michelin worthy plate of salmon and sides before taking a seat directly opposite him.

"Bon Apetit," she declared. "I hope you enjoy."

Gavin stared at the plate placed before him. It looked immaculate like something out of an airline magazine, and certainly far more refined than his usual diet of burgers and chicken fingers.

His head was a whirlwind of emotions, just trying to process what was happening. Tess wore a pleated skirt and a white blouse, looking like the picture perfect housewife. She looked sophisticated and elegant with her hair done up just right and her face glowing, her eyes radiant. Gavin felt positively amateurish and under dressed by comparison in his faded jeans and worn-out tee shirt, wholly unworthy of the moment.

The aroma of lemon zest filled the room, and the salmon was flaky as he sat there, unable to fathom why Tess had gone to such lengths for him. What did he possibly have to offer in return?

"Thank you," was all he could muster as he looked down, feeling altogether undeserving.

"Is something wrong?" Tess asked, her voice sounding concerned.

Gavin put down his fork and decided to just get the thought off his chest. "I don't want to sound unappreciative, but I don't understand why you're doing all this for me," he stammered.

Tess put down her fork as well and paused. "That's fair," she admitted. She took a deep breath before continuing. "I don't want to lead you on, but I also don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do."

Gavin had a puzzled look on his face. "You talk so cryptically, but if I didn't know better, I'd almost think you wanted to sleep with me," he laughed.

But then Tess's face turned to an embarrassed smile as she looked away and swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it awkward. I didn't mean to suggest that you wanted - " Gavin apologized.

"No, stop apologizing," she interrupted. Tess lifted a napkin to dry a tear from her eye, which didn't go unnoticed by Gavin. "I might as well just come clean with everything."

She took another deep breath, clearly collecting herself.

"Can I trust you to keep this conversation between us?" she asked hopefully, her eyes wide and pleading.

"I already told you I would when you asked in the text invitation," he reminded her.

"I mean it," she insisted. "Kevin can never know. My husband. Your parents. No one can ever know about this."

A stray thought entered Gavin's mind. "Are you dying?" he asked.

Tess took a moment to wipe the tears from her eyes again, only this time they were born of laughter.

"No, silly," she sighed as a silly grin formed on her face. "I'm almost embarrassed to even say this aloud. A woman isn't usually so forthright in this arena. I was trying to drop hints without being explicit, but maybe I just need to stop being so vague and come right out and say it."

She paused for a moment to gather herself again, leaving Gavin hanging on a limb as she nervously fidgeted her fingers together on the table.

"Mike, my husband, Mr. Whitcomb as you call him, he's a good husband," she began to explain. "I feel guilty feeling the way I do, but he's impotent."

"Impotent?" Gavin questioned.

"For a few years now," Tess confirmed. "Listen, I don't want to say anything bad about him. He's a good father, and he supports me emotionally. We have a good life together, and I don't want to lose that, but a woman still has her needs."

Gavin sat back as the meaning of her words sank in.

"And that's where I fit in?" he realized.

She nodded her head slowly as she apprehensively clasped her hands together. "I'm sure you can appreciate this is a delicate situation. There isn't really anyone I can talk about it with."

"So, Mr. Whitcomb doesn't know I'm here," Gavin concluded.

"No, and he can't," she reiterated. "Look, I trust that you'll keep this all between us. I understand, I'm asking a lot of you. Maybe it's unfair, you still being so young and all. I'm sure if I was in your shoes, I'd be gobsmacked if my best friend's mother seduced me. If you just want to tell me no for whatever reason, please, let's just pretend like tonight never happened."

Tess finished speaking and then took a deep breath, patiently waiting for his reply as an awkward silence filled the air.

And then a realization struck Tess. "Wait, are you a virgin?" she wondered aloud.

Gavin scoffed. "No, I'm not a virgin," he assured her.

"Oh my God, you have a girlfriend," Tess panicked. "I'm sorry. I never heard you talk about anyone, so I just assumed you didn't, but I don't want to cause a break-up."

"I don't have a girlfriend," Gavin insisted. "Not exactly anyway. I've got a no strings attached relationship. So, I've got some experience. I know what I'm doing." He puffed out his chest in a bit of pride.

Tess just shook her head in disbelief. "God, I've made a mess of everything."

"Not at all," he quickly reassured her. "I mean, if you still want to, what did you have planned for tonight?"

Tess sighed. "It all seems so silly now, although I've played tonight out in my head a hundred times the past few days." She closed her eyes for a second before continuing. "I thought starting with a nice cozy dinner sounded romantic. And then we'd go watch a movie in the den, and my hand would start out on your thigh, but it'd slowly creep up until it ended up on your crotch. And from there, eventually we end up upstairs in my bed."

"I like that plan," Gavin answered, shyly looking down. "It sounds nice."

"Are you sure you're not just humoring a lonely old woman?" Tess questioned, laughing half-heartedly.

"Mrs. Whitcomb, I mean, Tess. I promise; it's you who is humoring me, if anything."

Tess smiled, her confidence returning. "Do you want to join me in the den?"

"There's no place else in the world I'd rather be," Gavin replied.

*****

Tess went through the motions of turning on the tv and selecting a movie to stream. Netflix and chill, she thought to herself.

She selected one of the first movie suggestions that appeared. It was a drama without a lot of action or comedy, but then she didn't want anything to possibly distract Gavin from her. She felt his eyes glued to her instead of the tv screen as he sat down while she ran through the Netflix menu, and it left her hands shaking as she fidgeted with the remote.

"There we go," she declared once the movie started as she sat back on the sofa.

She turned to face him, and they sat like deer in headlights looking at one another in awkwardness, new lovers afraid to do or say the wrong thing in the moment, even when both clearly wanted the same thing.

Tess recalled how she imagined the seduction beginning with her hand on his thigh, and it seemed as good a way as any to break the tension.

Gavin held his breath when her hand landed on her leg, and she smiled to reassure him. Her fingers pressed into his thigh, squeezing lightly as she looked at up him hopefully, expectantly.

And then Gavin's hand impulsively went straight for her breast, cupping one of her tits from outside her blouse.

"This is real," he said in wonder when she didn't protest.

"Of course they're real," Tess laughed. "I'm only a B cup. I'm sorry if you like larger tits."

"No, they're perfect," he insisted as he gave them a squeeze. "I meant, this is really happening."

Tess took a deep breath as tingles ran up and down her spine. Her one hand was still on Gavin's thigh, but her other hand began to undo a few buttons on her blouse.

Gavin immediately took advantage of the opening, and his hand reached inside, fondling her breast through her bra. Tess continued until all the buttons were undone, and Gavin eagerly pulled her blouse and bra straps off her shoulders, pulling down her bra cups too in the process until her titties popped loose.

"They don't stand up as well without support," she said as she looked down in dismay at her breasts as they sagged a little after being freed.

"No, they're perfect," Gavin insisted as his eyes feasted on her tits. He looked like a kid in a candy store as his hands began freely playing with her breasts and teasing her nipples.

The feel of his touch, of his skin against hers sent another wave of tingles trickling up and down her spine, making her body shiver as she closed her eyes and sighed. And then Gavin leaned into her, his lips landing on her breasts as he began suckling on them.

"Oh God," she gasped as he took one breast into his mouth and then the other. "I guess you really do like them."

Meanwhile he began taking further liberties with her body. His hand landed on her stockinged thigh and quickly reached under her skirt.

Gavin paused when his fingers touched her skin after moving past the top of her thigh high stockings, and he looked up at her and smiled with a mouthful of tit. She looked down at him and nodded for him to continue as she pulled her hand off his thigh and cradled his head in her arms.

She gave him a gentle kiss on top of his head. "Tonight I'm yours," she whispered.

His hand reached further up her skirt to her panties, his fingers pressing against the moistness soaked through the thin cotton fabric.

"Oh God," she sighed all over again as she spread her legs to give him easier access. "I'm so wet."

His fingers continued their forward march as he reached insider her panties from the side to the folds in her pussy and grazing across her wet pubic hairs.

His mouth finally released her tit as he raised his head until they were eye to eye. She impatiently reached down and pulled her panties down to her knees and then smiled approvingly at him.

She was about to kiss him but stopped when his hand pressed against her mound again and quickly found her clit. She took a deep breath as he rubbed her swollen little love button.

"Oh God," was all she could mutter as he sat face to face with her, just watching the anguish of helpless pleasure on her face, his own face growing more confident into a smile as he sensed her vulnerability, her acquiescence.

With one hand on her clit, his other hand returned to her breasts and began teasing her nipples all over again, and Tess let out a loud moan as he began playing with her clit and tit at the same time.

"God, that feels so good," she uttered as she bit her bottom lip. "It's like I'm helpless to your touch. You can just do anything you want to me right now."

He pressed harder down on her clit, and she let out a long deep moan. He pinched her nipple, and she let out a small cry.

All the while, he studied her, clearly enjoying watching her squirm and writhe in response to his touch, to the involuntary reactions she was powerless to resist.

"I never imagined I'd be fingering your pussy and playing with your tits, Mrs. Whitcomb, I mean Tess," Gavin remarked.

Hearing him call her Mrs. Whitcomb only reenforced their age gap, but that only turned her on even more, making her juices flow even faster.

"God, I'm so horny right now. Do you want to take me upstairs?" she proposed.