Lindy looked through the kitchen window at her son and a couple of his friends playing basketball in the driveway. “God they are so young,” she whispered softly. Danny, her son was 21 now and had brought two guys with him this weekend that he went to school with. Mark was quiet and reserved a little on the short side and geeky looking but very polite. Damion was the opposite.
He had a dynamic personality and was always smiling. He was tall and muscular with creamy mocha skin and dark hair that spoke of his Spanish heritage. His brown eyes were full of life and zeal. What had held Lindy's attention the most was the way he looked at her. It was if he saw within her a real, desirable woman, not just a mom.
Lindy turned her concentration back to the pile of dishes. 3 grown boys sure did eat a lot and that meant more dishes. With a sigh she quickly finished them up and straightened the kitchen. She walked to the door and opened it, “Guys! If ya'll are gonna be at the theater by 7 you better hit the showers!” She called to them.
They trotted over to her and she couldn't take her eyes off of Damion. He had removed his shirt and his tanned, toned muscles were covered with a slight sheen of sweat. He was the picture of perfection and she felt a stirring in her loins. “Hey Mom, you ok? You're kinda zonin' or something.” Danny asked peering down at her.
“I'm great just tired, both bathrooms are free so you guys better get in there before your sister claims one. She has a date tonight too.” She turned back to the kitchen acutely aware of Damion's eyes following her. They were like twin beads of fire and they had her smoldering.
The boys went off upstairs to get ready for their night out and she grabbed a diet coke from the fridge and a magazine off the counter ready to settle into her typical Saturday night. As she walked into the living room to flip on the tv she was surprised to see Damion sitting in the recliner.
“Hi, Ms. Reed, you know, you don't need that.” He said softly his voice smooth as honey.
“Need what Damion?” she asked almost breathless.
“Diet. You have a great figure,” with that he stood up and walked over to her. He was standing so close to her that if she moved the slightest bit forward her breasts would press into his bare chest. He leaned his head down toward hers and inhaled deeply of her scent. “You smell so good too, it is a shame that you are here alone, you should have a man loving you every night.”
Her nipples hardened and jutted against the fabric of her bra and were clearly outlined through the thin tee shirt that she wore. Her face flamed red, “You, you shouldn't talk like that to me. I am old enough to be your mother,” she stammered.
“Ahhhh but luckily you are not.” With that Damion smiled and walked away. Lindy collapsed on the couch, her heart was hammering in her chest. It had been so long since she had felt that rush of lust. Since her husband had left her over two years ago she had been with no one else. She worked hard, took care of her children, she had a 12 year old boy and a 16 year old girl in addition to Danny, and never made time for herself.
“That's what it is,” she whispered to herself. “You're just overly horny,” the thought made her giggle softly but she felt the familiar ache of loneliness inside. Grabbing the remote she turned the channel to her favorite sitcom and settled in.
