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I was feeling quite hot after cycling the twenty miles to Jeff?s house. Since his family had moved to another village, we didn?t see each other as often. I was looking forward to hanging out with him. We had a similar taste in music and sport, so there was always plenty to talk about. I parked my bike around the side of the house before ringing the front doorbell.Mrs. Kirby, Jeff?s mom, opened the door. I hadn?t seen her for a while. She looked even more stunning than ever with her shoulder-length blonde hair in a bob, her light-blue eyes, and plump red lips. She was wearing a pink, cut off t-shirt and little jeans shorts, with bare feet. If I didn?t know she was Jeff?s mom, I could have easily mistaken her for his older sister. In fact, she had once told me that she and Jeff sometimes got mistaken for siblings. It was hardly surprising. I guessed she must have had him at an early age.?Hi, Steve. Jeff?s not here at the moment.??Where is he?? I asked, surprised at his absence. We had made arrangements.?He went off to a car rally in Harwood with Bob.?Bob was Jeff?s stepdad. I figured he was at least ten years older than Jeff?s mom. He was a bald man of heavy build and very few words. He always wore the same blue boiler suit and spent most of his Anadolu Yakası Escort time in the workshop. I had the impression Mrs. Kirby married him out of convenience, just because he had a stable woodworking business. One time, after a couple of glasses of wine, she had alluded to him as someone who only fulfilled her minimum needs.?When will they be back?? I asked.?Probably not until six at the earliest. Come on in for a minute. I?ll fix you a drink. You must be thirsty after all that cycling.?I looked at my watch. It was only 2 pm. I certainly wasn?t going to wait around for four hours for Jeff to come home, and I didn?t want to cycle another fifteen miles to meet them at the rally. I decided to go inside and have a drink, then cycle back home. I was somewhat annoyed that Jeff had forgotten I was coming over, but in all honesty, I had forgotten once too, so we were equal.?Thank you,? I said, stepping into the hallway.---I sat down on the couch while Mrs. Kirby fixed us a jar of lemonade. She came over and sat in the armchair to my right, poured us each a glass and leaned back, smiling at me. It was hard not to notice her long slender legs and beautiful bare feet with red painted toenails. I suddenly Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan felt uneasy being there alone with her, especially as I had fantasized and masturbated over her in the past.?So, what?s going on?? she asked cheerily.?Um, not much,? I replied.?You look uneasy.??I?m fine.??Listen, Steve. I can see that you?re a little nervous. That?s OK. I know a bit about guys your age because I was once that age too. You?re eighteen, right???Yes, Mrs. Kirby.??Call me Charlie. My real name is Charlotte, but my friends all call me Charlie.?She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs over to the other side, then took a sip of her lemonade before speaking again.?You know, Steve, I got pregnant with Jeff way too young. I missed out on a lot of fun at that time, but I?m not so old, you know? I still have a lot of passion for life. Bob is a wonderful man and a good father to Jeff. He takes good care of us and provides for the family.??That?s great,? I said.?Yes, it?s great,? she replied, ?But it?s not enough. I thought that Bob would give us everything that we needed, and at first, that seemed to be the case. Five years down the road, I realize that he only provides stability.??Isn?t stability Escort Anadolu Yakası a good thing???Stability doesn?t give me screaming orgasms, Steve. Pardon me for being so blunt. I need more excitement in my life. Sure, we have sex, but it?s quite plain. I need more than that.??Have you considered counseling?? I offered, trying to be helpful.She laughed out loud when I said that, looking at me like I had just said the stupidest thing she?d ever heard. I started blushing, realizing that I?d just made a fool of myself. I was young and naïve, not knowing how to play the game.?Steve,? she said, ?I don?t need counseling. I need a little excitement in my life.?I looked at her and gulped. If she was saying what I thought she was saying, she was coming on to me. I didn?t know how to respond. I wanted to say something clever, something that would potentially open up the situation without making it blatantly obvious that I wanted to fuck her. I also thought briefly about Jeff and Bob and how they would react if they knew something had happened between Mrs. Kirby and me. Before I could say anything further, she spoke again.?You should take a shower before you go home,? she said softly, ?Let me get you a towel.?I sat there quietly while she went off to fetch the towel, my cock had swollen up in my pants to the point it started to hurt. I hurriedly dipped my hands down my pants and moved the shaft to one side, just before she came back into the room.?No need to lock the door,? she whispered, handing me the towel, ?There?s only you and me here.?I went upstairs with my head in a whirl.