Summer Lovin' - Happy families

"Hi, Nathan. How are you today?"

"Pretty good, thanks, Maggie."

I'd told Nathan to call me Maggie after around the tenth Amazon parcel he had delivered to the house that summer. It had started to feel awkward when I had seen him so many times and he kept calling me Mrs. Harris. Like I was his school teacher or something.

If you haven't worked it out yet, Nathan is a delivery driver. An Amazon Logistics driver, to be exact. I am Margaret Harris in some circles, Mags in others, but to Nathan I am Maggie. And this is my story.

"Many drops left today?" I asked.

"Two drops left, then I'm heading to the beach."

These four opening lines had become our standard greetings over the three and a half weeks since we had moved into the neighborhood. I say hello, how are you, he replies that he is good, I ask if he is nearly finished for the day. He responds with how much work is left and then something about what he is doing for the rest of the day. We both know it is coming, and we both like the consistency it brings to our relationship. Ok, maybe calling it a relationship is a bit strong. We meet a few times a week; he delivers a parcel, then goes on his way.

"Oh, I wish I was heading to the beach, that sounds lovely, it's a beautiful day." I say, looking up at the cloudless blue skies.

"Why don't you? Like you say, it's a beautiful day today."

"I wish, I wish. Too many things to do today, Nathan, and I'm hoping that parcel is going to help me do it." I nod to the package that is under his arm.

"Ah, let me guess. Umm. A chainsaw?"

I laugh. "What would I do with a chainsaw?"

"I'm sure you would be pretty handy with a chainsaw, Maggie. Take out all the stresses of the day on a load of logs or something."

"You are probably right," I say continuing to smile. "But, no, it's not a chainsaw. Two more guesses contestant number one."

Nathan straightens up and puts his hand out in front of him as if he is at a podium on a gameshow. He focuses his eyes on mine.

"Well, Maggie. I know you are doing your house up, so it will be something to do with home decorating. So my second guess is, a bearskin rug."

I laugh again. The package under his arm is far too small to be a rug.

"Unless it's a magic carpet, I don't think that is going to be a rug."

"Damn," he says with a dazzling smile.

"Contestant number one, Nathan, you have one remaining guess. Think hard about your answer."

"Mmmmm. So it's not a chainsaw."

I shake my head.

"...It's not a bearskin rug."

"That's right," I add.

"Mmmm. My third guess, Maggie, and can I just say what a lovely day I have had today. My third guess is... paint brushes."

"Correct!" I bellow. "Congratulations, contestant number one." I throw my hands in the air.

Nathan hands me the parcel but holds on to it as I take it. There's that smile again.

"What's my prize?" Nathan asks.

"Um, agh." This has thrown me, and I feel myself reddening a little. "How, how about a coffee?"

"Sounds good, but how about a raincheck? I need to finish my round and get to the beach, I've arranged to meet some friends. Next time, maybe?" He let's go of the parcel.

"Absolutely Nathan, next time. I have another package due on Thursday, I think. Are you working Thursday?"

"Yeah, I'm working. Thursday it is then for my prize. See you then, Maggie."

With that, he turns and walks back down our path towards his van.

"Oh, out of interest. How did you know it was paint brushes?" I shout.

"The return address on the label is Perfectbrushes.com." He calls back.

I smile and head back into the house.

The house is a tip. There are still unpacked boxes in most rooms from the move. Furniture is in odd temporary positions while I get on with the work inside; the walls are a patchwork of color swatches from tester pots, and there are no curtains even in a couple of rooms. In fact, I'm part of that work-in-progress look; I'm wearing bib-overalls over a long-sleeved yellow T-shirt. I feel like I am constantly in work clothes at the moment.

My husband, Phil, my son, Daniel, and I moved to Heatherfield to get out of the hustle and bustle of the city, and so far I am loving it. We bought a house that is bigger than we could afford, but due to its condition, it was reduced to within our budget. Phil still has to bring home the bacon at the moment, until we can afford for him to down-scale. He works in the city, commutes some days, but generally stays in a hotel in the city three or four nights out of five on weekdays. Therefore I'm at home sorting things out, registering at doctors and dentists, those family-type things, as well as redecorating and getting some trades done in the house. It helped that I was an interior designer; I guess I still am an interior designer, just in my own home. All of this means I've been getting regular deliveries as I start getting the house into the shape and style I want it to be, and that means seeing Nathan regularly too.

As I walk through to the kitchen, I see Daniel sitting at the breakfast bar in a New York Knicks basketball jersey and shorts with a bowl of cereal and a glass of juice in front of him. It's so nice that it is summer and he is home from college.

"Morning darling." I quip.

"You're just embarrassing yourself, Mother."

"I'm sorry, what?" He stops me in my tracks; my brow furrows; did I hear him correctly?

"He's what, my age?"

"Who?"

"You know exactly who. The hunky Amazon delivery guy. Yes, he's good-looking in a jock kind of way. Those curly blond locks, those sea blue eyes, those muscular arms and thighs. I bet he has a six-pack too under that uniform. I wonder how big his cock is. Are you going to suck his cock on Thursday?"

"Daniel!" I walk over to the breakfast bar and slam the parcel down.

"How dare you, Daniel, take that back. I'm being polite to the people in our new town. That's all. I'm a married woman. To your father. Take that back."

"If it's young cock you want, you've more than enough right here." He grabs his crotch.

"Stop it. Stop it right now."

He continues to ignore me.

"Don't get me wrong, you're good-looking for a mom, and you are old enough to be his mom, Mom. He'd be lucky to have you. You've got great legs--really good legs. And your ass is like a peach."

"I said stop it, Daniel. I can't believe what I am hearing. Is this what college teaches you, is it?"

He ignores me again. "Oh, I would love to bend that ass over and fuck it hard, Mom."

"Daniel, it's you that's embarrassing yourself now. Stop talking about your mother that way. It's shocking talk." I scold him again and smack his hand before wandering over to the fridge, hoping to put an end to the topic of conversation.

"Mmm. Mommy. Yeah, I would smack those ass cheeks as I fuck your pussy." I feel his eyes on my body as I walk away from him.

"Daniel, I won't tell you again."

"But I'd definitely have to save myself, because I want to fuck those massive tits too. I bet he's jerking off right now, imagining fucking your tits, Mom. He'll have his cock in his hand like this."

I shouldn't, but I instinctively turn around to see what he is doing.

He slides off the stool, takes his cock out of the top of his shorts, and places his hand around it. He starts to jerk off.

"Stop it, Daniel. Stop it right now."

"Hunky delivery guy jerking off over my mom. Mmmm. My flirty, sexy MILF."

"Ok, that's it. I'm not staying here while you are in this deranged mood. I need to go to the store; I'll see you when I get back and when you have calmed down."

With that, I grab my handbag from the counter and go to storm out of the kitchen. Daniel still has his cock in his hand as I pass him on my way through, but with his other hand, he grabs my arm.

"Ah, Mom. I'm messing with you. You were flirting with the guy; I thought I'd tease you. Sorry, maybe I went too far."

I look down at his hand holding his cock. I haven't seen it in many years; it's a very good size. The reddish tip pokes through the end of his foreskin, which is thick around the head. The shaft is smooth and supple. Not hard, but not soft either. It looks a real handful, ready for action.

"Yes, I think you did go too far, Daniel, you embarrassed me and yourself. Now tidy yourself up. I'll be back in about an hour."

"Sorry, Mom. I was y'now...jealous maybe? Hearing you flirting with him."

"Oh, darling, don't be stupid, there's nothing to be jealous about. You are my son, I'm always here for you. There's nothing for you to worry about." I kiss him on his forehead. It feels a little weird as his cock is in his hand between us. We both kind of acknowledge it is there with our eyes. I reach down and pull the waistband of his shorts back over his manhood, and let the elastic snap back against his waist.

There's a little awkward silence as we stand there before I kiss him again on the forehead.

"Right, I'll head to the store and see you later. Do you need anything?" I say.

"Maybe some soda. Otherwise all good."

"Sure, no problem."

I wasn't going to go to the store until later, but in the circumstances, I think it's a good idea to get out of the house for a while. Let things blow over a little.

I head upstairs to change out of my decorating gear into something I can wear out in public. I select a pair of denim shorts, a white vest top, and a white linen shirt to go over the top. A pair of sandals will do.

As I pull the tight denim shorts over my thighs and over my ass, I admire myself in the mirror. Have I got great legs? Is my ass a peach? I guess I do. I guess it is. Are my breasts fuckable? Well, they are large, I suppose. They are still pert, round, and bouncy. Phil has never fucked them, though. Our sex life is good, it's regular and normal, but it could never be called wild. We met at college, I was a virgin, he wasn't. I've learned everything I know from being with him. Which, to be fair, is not a lot. Most weekends we will make love. Our foreplay generally consists of me sucking his cock, him playing with my pussy with his fingers, and then we move on to sex. Missionary is the usual. I might sit on him sometimes, mostly when he is tired and I want sex more than he does. He lies back, and I ride him until both of us, or he cums. It's fine. It's good. He's the only man I've ever slept with.

So I'm a MILF, am I? It makes me feel good. Makes me feel sexy. Maybe I won't wear a bra under the white vest. Dare you. Mmmm. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't. No. Let's do it. I accept the dare. No bra today, Maggie.

I slip the vest over my head and let it glide down so it hangs on my breasts. My nipples harden through the excitement of my dare to myself. I admire myself in the mirror again. MILF eh? I smile to myself and throw the linen shirt on over the top.

The store is a twenty minute drive away. My mind flips between three things The shopping list I am constructing in my head, the conversation with Daniel and therefore the exchange with Nathan, and the image of Daniel's cock. It is seriously hard (excuse the pun) to get it out of my head. It was larger than his father's and was, how can I describe it? Handsome? Elegant? Powerful? Maybe all three of those things. Anyway, it makes my mouth water thinking about it. Stop it Maggie. Stop it. It's your son's cock. But what about Nathan's cock? Do you think it is big too? Like Daniel said. Stop it Maggie Stop it. You are a married woman. A married forty three year old woman. Nathan is what twenty two years old. You are old enough to be his mother, for god's sake. A MILF though. A certain kind of mother. Stop it. Stop it.

My words can't stop my nipples from going hard again.

I am still somewhat distracted when I get to the shop. It takes me around half an hour to forty-five minutes to get all the things I need, when it should have been a twenty-minute in-and-out.

As I stack the bags in the back of the car, I think of grabbing a coffee in the Starbucks next to the supermarket before heading home. But no, it's a beautiful day, why sit inside a Starbucks? Sitting outside and having a coffee would be better. Where do I know that I can get a coffee and sit outside? The beach? Stop it Maggie. Stop it! But where's the harm? He probably isn't even there yet. He still had to finish his round, and then if he is there, he'll be with his friends swimming or surfing or something. He wouldn't even know I was there. But stop it. You're being silly. You're an old woman. A MILF though. Butterflies creep into my stomach, I feel my nipples harden against my thin vest top. Do I have no control over my nipples anymore? What's happening to me? Just drive that way home, yes, that's it, drive back that way, you don't need to stop, it's just driving that way. Where's the harm?

I feel a little giddy as I drive to the beach. I'm excited, I'm like a little schoolgirl again. What's happening?

There is a steep road that drops down to a set of large wooden buildings surrounded by wooden decking before the beach spreads out in front and on either side. In the buildings, there is Sam's Surf Shop, Pierre Francs, which is an upmarket restaurant that Phil and I ate at before we bought the house, O'Leary's pub, and the beachfront cafe called Waves, where I could get a coffee at.

I'll just drive down the slope, I bet there isn't a parking spot, I'll drive down, turn around at the bottom and go home. I can have a coffee there. We have a coffee machine. It's fine. I'll just turn around at the bottom.

As I start to drive down the steep slope, a delivery truck starts coming up toward me. It looks like it's just made a food delivery to one of the establishments. There are parked cars on either side of the slope, and there's not enough room for both of us to pass. What can I do? The van is bigger than my little Mini Cooper. I'll have to reverse back up between the cars. Oh no. What am I doing? This was such a bad idea. You fool Maggie.

Wait a minute. From the distance we are, I can just make out the truck driver. He is pointing to his left, to a space between two cars; he's telling me to pull into it, and then he can get past.

I do as instructed and breathe a sigh of relief as I come to a stop in the parking spot. The truck trundles past behind me. Then I realize that I am parked. I am here. There is no excuse not to get out and have the coffee. Am I going to do this? Of course, don't be so silly, you are a grown woman you can have a coffee wherever you like.

I slip my sunglasses on, get out, and walk down the remainder of the slope, constantly scanning to see if I can spot Nathan, or is it to try and avoid Nathan spotting me, or do I want him to spot me? Oh, I don't know what I want. Except a flat white. I want a flat white.

I look around the outside seating area for a decent table. I select one where I have a good view of the beach, as well as a view of the entrance to the decking area. If Nathan is already here, I should spot him on the beach, if he hasn't arrived yet, I'll see him as he arrives.

As I take my seat a pretty young girl approaches me, and I order my flat white. I'm feeling quite warm, flustered from the parking, and nervous about being there, I think that's what it is anyway. Despite the warmth, my body gives a quick shiver.

My coffee arrives, I pay straightaway in case I need a quick getaway and slowly start to relax in my chair, looking out at the waves as they roll into the bay. The tension easing across my body. It really is a beautiful day. I slip my linen shirt off of my shoulders and hang it on the arm of the chair next to me. I promise myself I will do this more often. This was the exact reason we had moved from the city, to start enjoying life more, instead of life taking its toll on us.

As I lift my cup to my lips, my gaze suddenly snaps toward the steps, and there he is, emerging from the beach like a vision pulled from the depths of my desire. The moment he appeared, all the tension that had briefly ebbed away slammed back into my body, gripping me with a ferocity that made my stomach constrict and my hands tremble. I barely managed to set my cup down, my fingers unsteady, afraid of spilling the coffee that had moments before calmed my nerves.

He was nothing short of divine. He wore blue boardshorts decorated with bold white flowers, which highlighted his blonde locks and blue eyes. But it was the absence of any other clothing that truly caught my breath. His body was a masterpiece, each inch of it seemingly sculpted for admiration. His stomach, hard and toned, as Daniel suspected, he did have a perfect six-pack catching the light as it rose from the waistband of his shorts. Above it, his chest swelled with raw power, muscles rippling as if they were made to command attention. His arms hung by his sides, the definition of each muscle so distinct, it was almost as though his very presence radiated strength. The way he moved, effortless yet impossibly magnetic, took my breath away. I could do nothing but watch, helpless, as the tension in my body knotted tighter. How was this all contained and hidden beneath his delivery driver uniform?

He was laughing at something, that smile again spreading across his face. I hadn't noticed the three other people that were with him. My eyes had been totally consumed by him. There were two girls and another boy. Man? Boy? I don't know what to call them. What do you call someone half your age?

Nathan was laughing with one of the girls. My heart dropped, or did it stop? Stupid, stupid, what am I doing here? He obviously has a girlfriend. He is an adonis, of course he has a girlfriend. You are an old woman. Stupid, stupid.

Plus, she is beautiful. A sun-kissed beauty, with her blonde waves flowing effortlessly over her shoulders. She exudes confidence and charm. Wearing a light blue tye-dye bikini that she knows accentuates her athletic physique, showcasing her toned and fit body. Strength and femininity. Her face has a natural, fresh glow, with a warm and playful smile that also radiates confidence. Her eyes look at Nathan with a lively sparkle, framed by soft, tousled blonde bangs. A look that perfectly captures the carefree spirit of a beach girl.

Bitch.

I pathetically looked around, searching for a place to hide. Sliding down in my seat, trying to be as small as possible. Pushing my sunglasses further onto my nose. Feeling like a little schoolgirl seeing her crush across the schoolyard. Oh, god. What am I doing here?

But then it was too late. He spotted me.

Oh, god.

"Maggie?" His laughter stopped, but the smile remained.

"Nathan?" I did my best to sound surprised. I straightened up in my seat. If this was happening, I had better go with it as best I could.

"Maggie. I thought you were busy today. How come you're here?" He said as he walked over to me.

The others followed, casting looks at each other, no doubt confused as to who I was.

"Oh, you know all work and no play and all that. Actually, I had to go to the store and was passing on my way home, so I thought I'd call by for a coffee." I raised the cup but had to instantly put it back down again, I couldn't yet trust my hand to keep it steady. I was trying my absolute best to keep my eyes on his face and not let it drop to his chest...or below.

"Well, maybe I join you?"

I was just about to say 'yes, sure', when the girl he had been laughing with chipped in.

"Um, Nath, we need to get out there. The swell is not going to last long, we need to make the most of it."

If I had disliked this girl before, I now hated her.

"Sorry, where are my manners? This is Lisa," Nathan waved his hand at the girl, "This is Jack," again gesturing, "And this is Rosie." with a final flourish.

"And I am Maggie," I responded, "lovely to meet you all."

"How do you two know each other?" Lisa asks directly. That carefree smile slipping off her face.