{"id":38261,"date":"2022-03-10T06:43:18","date_gmt":"2022-03-10T05:43:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/?p=38013"},"modified":"2026-02-14T22:49:25","modified_gmt":"2026-02-14T21:49:25","slug":"digital-secrets-an-erotic-story","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lelo.com\/blog\/digital-secrets-an-erotic-story\/","title":{"rendered":"Digital Secrets – An Erotic Story"},"content":{"rendered":"

Steve knocked on the front door of Brandon\u2019s house on Sherwood Drive.<\/span><\/p>\n

Instead of his friend answering, it was Brandon\u2019s mom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSteve, how are you?\u201d she said brightly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi, Ms. Davis. I\u2019m here to get Brandon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not back yet. He was held up at track practice. It shouldn\u2019t be too long though. You can come in to wait if you want.\u201d She stepped back to let him in.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt shouldn\u2019t be long?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe texted me, saying it wouldn\u2019t be, no. If you want to stay or go, it\u2019s your choice.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve stepped in. \u201cI\u2019ll stay for a little bit. If he\u2019s not back soon, then I\u2019ll just leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s fine. I\u2019ll be doing some work back in the office.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve had been to Brandon\u2019s house many times since the two of them were pulled apart in a brawl in the third grade, so he felt comfortable there. Steve kicked off his shoes and plopped into the center of the plush couch. He grabbed the TV remote and aimed it at the large screen. Suddenly, there was a terrible squeal from Ms. Davis\u2019s office. It sounded like she had either burned herself or saw a giant mouse. Steve jumped to his feet when he heard a chair crash to the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ms. Davis rushed into the living room.<\/span><\/p>\n

She shouted, \u201cDon\u2019t turn that on!\u201d Her face was covered in horror.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOk, ok, ok.\u201d Steve raised his hands, pausing in place, like a criminal with police pistols aimed at his chest. He dropped the remote at her command.<\/span><\/p>\n

The remote clunked against the edge of the coffee table and bounced to the floor, the back cover splitting, the batteries landing in the carpet.<\/span><\/p>\n

Seeing the remote out of his hands, Ms. Davis patted her chest and calmed her breathing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you all right? What happened back there?\u201d Steve asked but he still hadn\u2019t moved.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEverything\u2019s fine, fine. I just can\u2019t have you see what\u2019s on the TV screen. It\u2019s personal\u2014for work, only for work.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right.\u201d Steve dragged out his words, confused by the reason why Brandon\u2019s mom had reacted so abruptly and hysterically.<\/span><\/p>\n

She knelt to pick up the remote and reset the batteries.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before she aimed the remote, she told him, \u201cTurn your head, please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve shifted his gaze away from the screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you need to turn your back to the TV.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMs. Davis, is everything really all right? You\u2019re acting strange, really strange.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI have to be. This is so personal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut you said it\u2019s for work. I don\u2019t even know what your job is.\u201d He pleaded his innocence and inability to steal market intelligence. \u201cSo I can\u2019t give away business secrets. I\u2019d be the worst.\u201d He tried to be lighthearted. Then he realized something more. Someone else may be here. An intruder, a robber, maybe a man intent on actually getting the information, a blackmailer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve whispered, \u201cIs someone back there? Are you in trouble?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo and no.\u201d She spoke confidently.<\/span><\/p>\n

He raised his eyebrows and dramatically mouthed the words, \u201cFor real?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She responded loudly, \u201cEverything is fine. I am not in trouble. There is no trouble at all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She walked to him and patted his shoulders. She looked at him in reassurance. She tried to form an innocent, warm smile. \u201cI just need you to not see what\u2019s on the screen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m confused. Really confused.\u201d His eyes moved from the hallway leading to her office, to Ms. Davis and to the blank TV screen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ms. Davis gave a motherly directive. \u201cHow about you step onto the front porch for a moment.\u201d Then she pointed to the door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo problem. I don\u2019t want to cause any hassle or get you in trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He stepped onto the porch, and she closed the door. Steve heard the click of the lock. He quickly moved toward a front window. He was still unconvinced that Brandon\u2019s mom was not in trouble. He feared seeing a large man in dark clothes step into view. Maybe with a weapon.<\/span><\/p>\n

He leaned forward over a prickly shrub to peek in the window. Ms. Davis and the TV were in view. No other person appeared. Only Ms. Davis was there. She pointed the remote, and the screen brightened, the TV coming alive. Steve straightaway gasped, then choked. On the screen was Ms. Davis naked, full frontal, her hands behind her head, her breasts hanging separately with large, dark areolas, her wide hips and thick thighs giving her body the shape of a perfect hookah, all centered by a dark bush of hair, au naturel. With the stance, she had the confidence of a central figure in classical art. She was not hiding anything, not embarrassed or conveying awkwardness. She was posing for all. <\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly the screen went blank but brightened again. Another image of Ms. Davis. She was bent over, her large motherly ass filling most of the screen. Her fingernails were digging into thick flesh. The screen went dark again. Then, to Steve\u2019s complete surprise, Ms. Davis appeared once more. Her dark hair was pulled back by a strong, manly hand. She was staring directly at the camera with her mouth stuffed with a dick. Her left cheek was rounded by the heavy head. And then the TV screen went black.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve released a suffocating gasp. He didn\u2019t realize he had not been breathing. Standing there, he palmed his forehead, dumbstruck. \u201cBrandon\u2019s mom? What\u2019d I just see? Did I see what I just saw?\u201d He coughed in his startlement.<\/span><\/p>\n

With a thudding heart and a coagulated mind, he decided on a getaway, so he quick-stepped to his car. He mumbled to himself, \u201cI gotta go, gotta leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Getting into his car, he heard Ms. Davis call from a distance. \u201cSteve? Where\u2019d you go? You can come in. Steve?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He backed his car out of the driveway. Speeding away, he glanced toward the front door through the passenger window. Ms. Davis was in the doorway, waving to him, trying to get his attention. He didn\u2019t respond or slow down.<\/span><\/p>\n

At home, he rushed inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s\u2014\u201d Steve\u2019s mother couldn\u2019t finish her question before he rushed by and went to his room.<\/span><\/p>\n

In there, Steve plopped onto his bed, laid out flat, staring at the still ceiling fan. Those three images from the TV screen\u2014Ms. Davis completely nude and in action\u2014were branded fresh, torrid, in detail, on his mind. He let himself massage those images, kneading them, rolling them over and over. These new images stirred long-ago dreams Steve had had when he was younger. His vague and quick teenage infatuations of Ms. Davis revived and charged his mind that was now feverish with what-might-be fantasies.<\/span><\/p>\n

When he had been at Brandon\u2019s house over the years, his eyes would follow Brandon\u2019s mom\u2019s lovely hulking ass swish when she walked by. He remembered one time walking into Brandon\u2019s backyard from his house to a never-forgotten surprise: Ms. Davis sunbathing, laying out on a fold-out lounge chair. She wore a tiny pair of shorts and an orange tube top barely covering her breasts. His eyes had directly centered on the noticeable knobs pressing against the thin fabric. He stumbled when he saw her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Later that day and many times thereafter, he fantasized about her desiring him and letting him do things to her. He imagined her sitting up, obviously pleased to see him. \u201cSteve, I\u2019m glad you\u2019re here. I decided to sit out because I knew you\u2019d come by,\u201d she told him. She ran her forefinger from nipple to noticeable nipple. \u201cDo you like my top? It fit me best. It\u2019s as small as I could find.\u201d She smiled, knowing he was stricken by her. \u201cWill you rub suntan lotion on my back and my thighs? I can\u2019t reach. Let me undo my top so you can rub me down.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

She unclasped the top and rolled to her stomach. Her breasts were flattened and the luscious flesh squished from the sides of her chest. He squirted out a handful of lotion and massaged it deep into her sun-warmed body. The white cream quickly disappeared into her flesh. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo lower on my back,\u201d she told him. \u201cPull down my shorts a little to get more of me. I don\u2019t want a visible tan line.\u201d Steve reached to the elastic band and tugged the shorts. \u201cLet me help.\u201d Ms. Davis lifted her hips to allow him to slide down the shorts. He moved them down until the very top of her crevice became visible. She looked back over her shoulder. She spoke easily, calmly. \u201cThat\u2019s low enough.\u201d And he continued to rub in the lotion. \u201cDon\u2019t forget to put some on my sides.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

He tentatively smeared the cream on her hips, on her heavy flesh, then up further until his hands came to the obvious sides of her breasts. He stopped before coating them with cream. She turned her head to him again. \u201cIt won\u2019t bother me. You can touch me, Steve.\u201d She added his name. He swallowed. His fingers were tingling. His muscles, twittering. When he reached them, the flesh squishing from under her was supple and soft. \u201cYou like doing this, don\u2019t you?\u201d she asked. \u201cYeah.\u201d The monosyllable response was all he could muster in that moment. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRub my thighs. High up on my legs and between them.\u201d Steve shifted down the lounge chair, and his hands gripped the hefty thighs. She laid down her head on her hands. She exhaled. \u201cYou\u2019re making me feel so good. I would let you do this anytime you want.\u201d She spread her legs slightly for easier access. After a pause, she said, \u201cI know you\u2019ve got to be hard. Would you press your cock against me? I need to feel it. I have not felt a man in a long time.\u201d He reset himself on the chair. A moment later, she moved her hand to her side and found his dick. She pawed it sumptuously and then reached into his shorts to grip it, flesh on flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n

His fantasy would quickly end at that point, often with a warm cream and deep breathes. Relief.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSteve?\u201d He heard his mother and a knock on his door.<\/span><\/p>\n

He sat up quickly. \u201cI\u2019m fine, Mom. I\u2019m going back to get Brandon in a little while. He wasn\u2019t home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Thankfully, she left.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve pulled down his pants and released his hard-on, now stiffened tighter than usual. He stroked himself. The images of Ms. Davis\u2019s tits and the natural bush, her large ass. But he exploded when the image of her sucking that dick filled his mind. Like he had gasped on the porch a half-hour before, he had the same coughing gasp.<\/span><\/p>\n

He cleaned up and returned to get Brandon. He worked to calm himself knowing he would likely see Ms. Davis again. In person. In real life. In clothes.<\/span><\/p>\n

He breathed deeply and then knocked.<\/span><\/p>\n

The handle turned and the door opened.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDude, I got hung up at track. Mom said she told you.\u201d Brandon reached toward the couch to grab his backpack.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, she did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, Ms. Davis stepped into view. \u201cSteve, where did you go earlier? I saw you drive away. Didn\u2019t you see me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve had trouble responding. It was the woman, in real life. He knew what she looked like naked. A new sort of personal porn star. There was no way he could admit the real reason for his sudden departure. There was one simple excuse for a horny mind. \u201cI forgot something at home, so I went to get it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOK.\u201d She shrugged. \u201cSo you know \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKnow what? What do I know?\u201d Steve stuttered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026 That there were no problems here. I hope I didn\u2019t upset or worry you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNaw.\u201d He waved off the notion. \u201cI knew things were cool.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou seemed worried though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon interrupted, glancing between his friend and his mother. \u201cWorried about what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing,\u201d she said. \u201cJust some work stuff that he got mixed up about.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWork, huh?\u201d Brandon said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve thought of responding somehow but opted for a quiet, simple smile. It was best to be innocent, and the mirage of innocence would stave off further questions. Steve struggled to move his eyes away from Brandon\u2019s mom though, and his mind continued to picture her as she was on-screen. He was still engrossed, salivating at seeing her so intimately.<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon waved his hand in front of Steve\u2019s face. Steve awoke.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you thinking, dude?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing, nothing at all. A lot at school.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHave a good time, guys,\u201d Ms. Davis said. \u201cBe back by 10. It\u2019s a school night.\u201d She waved and left the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve got one more quick glance at her wide ass. Then he shook his mind free of her.<\/span><\/p>\n

That evening, he and Brandon played basketball at the gym with the other guys for a few hours before stopping for a fast-food fill-up. On the way home Brandon noted Steve\u2019s poor play.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou sucked tonight! You were missing everything, man. Couldn\u2019t even make an easy lay-up. What happened to your skills?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSome nights things are just \u2026 off.\u201d Another thought filled his mind: Brandon\u2019s mom had everything off today too. He forced the piercing thought out of his mind. Refreshing and bolstering himself. \u201cI\u2019ll be on my game next time. You need to up your game too. You weren\u2019t any better than me, even when I was off. I hustle you all the time. When I come back, get ready. It\u2019s coming again.\u201d He wagged his finger.<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon brushed off Steve\u2019s banter. \u201cBring it, son. I\u2019m ready now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve didn\u2019t answer. He wasn\u2019t ready.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething\u2019s still on your mind, dude.\u201d Brandon looked at Steve.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know you. And your game was shit. Something\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve focused on the road ahead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs it Whitney? She been ignoring you? I\u2019ve told you to dump her if she\u2019s going to do that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The suggestion was a good diversion from his mother. \u201cI\u2019m still not sure about her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStephanie still getting your dick hard?\u201d Brandon laughed and slapped Steve\u2019s shoulder teasingly.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe does have it. I can\u2019t keep my eyes off of her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBetter keep your sights covered from Whitney. She would slap you hard. And I don\u2019t mean <\/span>that<\/span><\/i> kind of hard.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve forced a laugh. He knew that Brandon understood nothing about what was really happening. So he only laughed and said, \u201cGirls are crazy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

At home, Brandon got out of the car but he leaned back in before closing the door. \u201cI forgot. Come inside. Your laptop is fixed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan you just bring it out? I need to get home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019ll be a second. I want to show you the fixes and updates.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve teetered on whether or not he wanted to see Ms. Davis. Without seeing her, he could better control his thoughts and focus on the computer. Otherwise he would struggle completely to pay attention.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe I shouldn\u2019t go in. I don\u2019t want to bother your mom, if she\u2019s asleep.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo way. She\u2019s not in bed. Probably just on the couch, watching TV.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOn TV.\u201d The memory slipped out of his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTV shows, just thinking what\u2019s on these days.\u201d Steve got out of the car and closed his car door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. I don\u2019t have any time to watch TV.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, me neither.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon led them inside, and Steve heard her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for being on time.\u201d Ms. Davis\u2019s voice, it sounded sweet to Steve. \u201cHave a good night, did you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSteve sucked at ball tonight, completely embarrassed us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs Steve here now?\u201d Ms. Davis asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d Brandon answered as he disappeared into his room.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve came into view.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Steve.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve saw Ms. Davis sitting on the couch. She quickly placed a pillow in front of her. She cuddled it. Hiding.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat bad a game?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve forced a smile. \u201cIt was just one night. Your son wasn\u2019t any better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

Standing there awkwardly alone with Ms. Davis, rocking back from toes to heels, as Brandon was away to get the laptop, Steve asked, \u201cThings go well today?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSure, but\u2026\u201d She shifted to the edge of the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

In a momentary fantasy, an absurd dream of Steve\u2019s, Ms. Davis removed the pillow to reveal the noticeable areolas that were pressed against her thin white t-shirt. \u201cDo you like my tits? You saw them today. I didn\u2019t mind, but since you saw them on the TV, you might as well see them for real. Want to touch? I\u2019d love if you did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Then her true audible voice brought him back to life.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026 I want to reassure you that everything is fine. There were no problems today. I should not have been so dramatic. There were just some things you couldn\u2019t see, that I didn\u2019t want you to see. I can get sensitive when it comes to work materials. It\u2019s an issue I have.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He splurted out the words. \u201cYep, no problem, I wasn\u2019t concerned, just for a moment. I didn\u2019t expect to see you so worried.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got it all taken care of,\u201d she said calmly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before he could think clearly, he asked, \u201cWhat worried you so much?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked down and cuddled deeper into the couch. \u201cJust some numbers and design pictures for what we\u2019re working on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve nodded, darting his eyes away. Maybe too much, too knowingly. Her demeanor, from face to toes, tensed, and she tightened her hug on the large pillow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEngineering firms do a lot of interesting designs?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, we do. At least to us. Most people don\u2019t care about\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon walked in with the laptop and interrupted. \u201cLet\u2019s check this out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCheck who out?\u201d Steve asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d Brandon asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA joke.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot a good one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The two went to the kitchen to discuss the software updates and fixes. Later, walking to the front door, Steve saw Ms. Davis curled on the couch. Feet tucked under her. Those thighs bare. Her shirt extra long, a nighttime t-shirt. Inches more and her panties might be in view. She quickly adjusted the pillow, covering herself.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for the computer fixes,\u201d Steve said, and he left without a word to Brandon\u2019s mom.<\/span><\/p>\n

In his room, he had a hope, a distant and extremely unlikely chance, of finding a file folder of filled images and videos of Ms. Davis doing <\/span>things<\/span><\/i>. It was a one-in-a-million chance of a find, but, in a guy\u2019s mind, that one miniscule chance remains alive until proven otherwise. And it was proven otherwise after some hard drive searches.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve leaned back in his desk chair and cursed. He was left with only dreams and three burned-on images of the woman.<\/span><\/p>\n

Why was she naked like that? he wondered. Why were they on the TV, blown up so big?<\/span><\/p>\n

Had she been sitting that afternoon in front of the TV, dreaming of sex, of a man who was boiling-over horny, begging for her? Or were there several men? There likely was three\u2014the star Ms. Davis, the man with the cock, a photographer. Or was she demanded that she get naked?<\/span><\/p>\n

Ms. Davis, a mother. Did other mothers have nude pictures of themselves too?<\/span><\/p>\n

Or was someone asking for sexy pictures of Ms. Davis? Did she want to do the shoot or was she pressed into it? Did she like it? Was it an amateur photo shoot with only three pictures to result?<\/span><\/p>\n

The image of her giving the blowjob intrigued him. He wondered if she enjoyed sucking dick, whether she was good, how many she had put in her mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

He paced in his room, talking to himself. A silent conversation, an alone strategy session.<\/span><\/p>\n

He mumbled, \u201cWhat do I do now? I saw something so spectacular today that I cannot not do something. I\u2019ve got to visit again soon\u2014tomorrow. She tried to explain everything and even apologize. That should mean something. She\u2019s cool with me. She doesn\u2019t know I saw anything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He closed his computer and went to bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

After school the next day, Steve and Brandon hung out at Brandon\u2019s place.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI brought that hot new first-person shooter game,\u201d Steve said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s see if your skills came back after your bad game last night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon headed to the basement to the console, but Steve stopped him. He asked to bring the console to the living room because the TV was bigger and better. Brandon agreed. \u201cMom\u2019s not home yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. Probably at work or somewhere,\u201d he said flippantly. He seemed perturbed that Steve would ask him such a question. \u201cGrab the controllers; I\u2019ll get the console and game.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve walked up the stairs behind Brandon. \u201cHow long will we have before your mom gets back?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDude, I don\u2019t know. I don\u2019t have her daily schedule.\u201d He huffed at the odd inquiries about his mother.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m just wondering, so her house isn\u2019t a mess when she gets home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen did you get so concerned about a clean house, especially <\/span>my<\/span><\/i> house?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve only shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n

They shot each other in-game and completed missions together and competed against others in the multiplayer universe. For hours, the two guys rocked back and forth, side to side, in their floor gamer chairs. Over that time, several bags of potato chips had been opened and eaten, leaving crumbs were on the floor. Crumpled drink cans were on the table in front of the couch.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the midst of one battle, Brandon wrongly anticipated an enemy\u2019s move. And he was shot dead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck! How did I \u2026 Why \u2026 Fuck!\u201d He slammed down his controller, angry.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the same time, the front door unlocked and the first to come in was a voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid I just hear what I thought I heard?\u201d Ms. Davis trudged over the threshold with a handful of flimsy grocery bags. \u201cBrandon, do you want me to wash your mouth out with soap?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t me, Mom,\u201d he lied. \u201cIt was Steve.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know my son\u2019s voice and I know Steve wouldn\u2019t say that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

In the midst of this, Steve jumped from his chair to get a few bags from her hands. His fingers and hers touched briefly but enough to trigger him. It was the first touch since the TV images.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSee how polite he is, Brandon? Thank you so much, Steve.\u201d And she gave him a little kiss on the cheek to reproach her son.<\/span><\/p>\n

He set the groceries on the countertop and turned back. Suddenly here was Ms. Davis directly in front of him. A loaf of bread, a squeezable bottle of mayonnaise and two tomatoes landed on the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh my \u2026\u201d She was startled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Ms. \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Before he could move, she went to her knees. She gathered the bread but had to reach under the table for the tomatoes.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve could not take his eyes off her large ass, packed tightly in her business slacks. The image of her in that picture came to mind. That lovely, lovely ass with her fingers gripping the flesh.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve knelt to grab the Hellmann\u2019s. Ms. Davis backed out from under the table on her hands and knees. Her light blue blouse was hanging low, several buttons undone. Steve saw her cleavage, deep, and a white bra holding her nice tits. Again, he didn\u2019t dart his gaze fast enough. However, she didn\u2019t have the hands to adjust her outfit. Their view met briefly, but her eyes insinuated nothing more than being a friend\u2019s mother who was picking up food from the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI could have gotten that,\u201d Steve said, still looking at the woman who held now two tomatoes in her hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not a problem. Thank you though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The two remained eye to eye for a moment more. Then he stood and took her free hand to help her to her feet. When she stood up, he saw her breasts bounce lightly and it excited him. He thought, luckily, she was not on level with the hardness she had already caused in that moment.<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon walked into the kitchen then. He held several more bags of groceries.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s up with you two?\u201d he asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve dropped Ms. Davis\u2019s hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA few things fell to the floor,\u201d she said, flippantly. \u201cThey\u2019re fine. Nothing\u2019s ruined. Just set those on the counter. I am going to change before I put them away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She left and huffed when she passed through the living room. \u201cClean this mess up,\u201d she said sternly. \u201cYou know I don\u2019t like to see the room like this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Brandon sluggishly agreed to clean up. But instead he plopped down into his gamer chair. Steve followed him.<\/span><\/p>\n

A few minutes later, Ms. Davis returned and strode directly between the two sitting boys. She had shed her work outfit and seemed more comfortable in tapered jogging pants and matching shirt. The coral-colored clothing revealed her size and clung to the curves of her body that business suits hide. Steve raised his eyes in time to glimpse a peek at her skin between the pants and the shirt. Innocent any other time but terribly erotic at that moment.<\/span><\/p>\n

He saw she had nicely painted toes in fluffy slippers. A whiff of sweet perfume trailed behind her. He looked back to see her butt wiggle with each step.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething back there?\u201d Brandon interrupted Steve\u2019s thoughts and elbowed him in his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWant to make sure my mess isn\u2019t as obvious as yours. Don\u2019t want your mother yelling at me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s not gonna get on you, dude.\u201d Brandon waved off the notion.<\/span><\/p>\n

However, Steve let the words settle on his mind, even though it was out of context. <\/span>Maybe she would get on me<\/span><\/i>. He snickered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s funny?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing.\u201d Steve went straight-faced.<\/span><\/p>\n

Again, Ms. Davis passed through the two, disappeared down the hallway toward her office, and reappeared with a book. She plopped onto the couch. Steve noticed her body bounce so sexily. She adjusted her shirt and tucked her feet under her.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you two playing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAn FPS.\u201d Brandon didn\u2019t divert his stare from the TV.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re hunting down some criminals to take back our weapon supplies. Gonna play?\u201d Steve offered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ms. Davis brushed off the idea, laughing.<\/span><\/p>\n

But Steve prodded. \u201cI\u2019ll need to leave in a few minutes. I can give you some pointers while I\u2019m here. Otherwise my expertise is gone for good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He rocked himself forward and out of his chair. He handed her his controller. \u201cPlay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

She gave up the couch. She stood next to Steve. They brushed shoulders as she moved side to side, in tandem, with her player on the TV. He had a chance to touch her and watch her tits shake while pretending to watch the controller.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re doing good,\u201d Steve said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThanks for lying,\u201d she answered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Mom, you\u2019re killing us,\u201d Brandon said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m doing here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The game ended. Mission failed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got to go,\u201d Steve said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure? I could use you some more. You got obvious skills and experience,\u201d Ms. Davis said.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve laughed off her comments, because he heard, once again, only the unintended innuendo.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I need to leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, don\u2019t let your mom worry,\u201d Ms. Davis said. She sat down in the gamer chair on the floor. Suddenly she was level with his cock, like the picture, but she was looking away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou out, dude? See you tomorrow. Be ready for Whitney.\u201d Brandon glanced up at Steve and winked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ms. Davis interrupted them. \u201cIs Whitney your girlfriend?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSort of. Not really. We\u2019re \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTreat her well. She\u2019ll love you for it.\u201d Ms. Davis offered her words of woman\u2019s wisdom.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe treats girls good. Better skills than basketball and video games,\u201d Brandon said.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf you have skills like you have on video games, then you\u2019ll do fine.\u201d Ms. Davis set down the controller. \u201cI wish men my age would have skills that I want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve flushed red. Brandon gasped. Ms. Davis smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI will see you later.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\"how<\/a><\/p>\n

A few minutes after speeding home, his pants were on the floor of his bedroom. He was holding his dick but was imagining that Ms. Davis was stroking him. She was saying, \u201cI want to get on you. I know you liked my little outfit. I hope I showed enough to make you hard tonight. I couldn\u2019t do more because of Brandon. Come alone some time. I can get more relaxed for you.\u201d And she stroked faster. \u201cMaybe this will suffice for now.\u201d \u201cYea, it\u2019s \u2026 it\u2019s so \u2026 it\u2019s so good.\u201d \u201cI want you to know that I love sucking dick. That picture you saw of me was for just you. I think I would impress you with my skills and experience with a dick in my mouth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve bit his lip, a surge of pleasure raced throughout his body. A cord of cum landed on his chest. He was left breathing heavily. He slowly eased into a relaxed state.<\/span><\/p>\n

The next week, Brandon asked to meet him at his house but warned that no one would be there when he arrived. Brandon had track practice and his mother was on a business trip for a few days. He gave him a key because of the time constraints to leave after Brandon arrived at home.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve unlocked the door and went inside. It was quiet and still. The sounds that were typical when he was there were gone. Strange to him. He considered this might be a chance to explore, to go where he may never go again.<\/span><\/p>\n

He stepped into Ms. Davis\u2019s bedroom. The bed was large with a gray paisley pattern comforter. Several layers of matching pillows at the headboard. The closet was closed and the tops of the chests were organized. Scanning the room, he presumed that an intimate toy\u2014possibly a vibrator or more intriguingly a large dildo\u2014was likely somewhere, hidden away. He daydreamed quickly: Ms. Davis actually laid naked in this bed, groaning and mumbling quietly, getting off. What if she was mumbling his own name? \u201cSteve, you feel so good. I have wanted you for so long, more than any other man.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Steve scanned under the bed, not touching anything for fear of giving away his scouting. Nothing. He opened the bedside nightstand. Essential oils, tissues, a journal that he avoided touching, body spray. A silk sleep mask seemed intriguing. He built up enough bravery to lift the mask. Under the sleep mask was a tiny thing he didn\u2019t recognize. It was in the shape of a miniature oval linked by a cord to another oval. It had a button on it. Steve hoped. He pressed the button, which made the oval on the end buzz.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, shit!\u201d He was astonished. It remained in his hands. He held it like a great treasure that was expected never to be found. Like a holy treasure, he kissed the buzzing end. He laid down the toy and replaced the mask gently, hoping to arrange it exactly as it was. Then he escaped from the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

He sat on the couch. Before turning on the TV, he dreamed of seeing images of Ms. Davis nude and in action. Unfortunately, it was only a weather channel.<\/span><\/p>\n

He had found enough for now though. The treasure weighed on his mind all day and for days afterward.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nevertheless, he felt odd about scavenging her bedroom, so it remained a secret of his. Each time he saw Ms. Davis he was reminded that he had seen naked pictures of her and knew the toy that she played with. He knew so much about her. All the while, they remained his own secrets, his own fantasies. He always had his wishes and desires. However, he knew it was a one-in-a-million chance and luck wasn\u2019t on his side. His imagination, though, was always there for him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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