“What do you mean, Mirnda?”
“You know I’ll be turning 40 next year, don’t you?”
“Yes, but that’s not what you meant.”
“Oh, never mind,” Mirnda said sadly. Jack assumed she was referring to her marriage. He took that to mean that his father was being neglectful, even when they were together.
“But it’s nice to hear that someone thinks I’m beautiful, and…”
“And sexy…?” Jack jumped in as she paused. He was feeling cheeky. She looked at him like a cross parent.
“Jack, honestly.”
“Well, it’s true. And I think you like that I think that.”
She made a shocked face. “Huh!” is all she said. After another pause, she went on, clearly needing some affirmation. “So, you think my body is OK? Do I still look good for my age?”
“You look incredible. Your body is amazing and…” Jack stopped himself before he started rambling on and on. “I loved…um…”
“Touching me?” Mirnda said sweetly.
“Yes. And seeing you.”
“Well, I only allowed you to do that because I knew you feeling vulnerable and hurt. I hope it helped.”
Jack didn’t know what to say, beyond, “Oh, OK.” He smiled and reclined on the couch and relaxed while Mirnda finished her toes. Jack didn’t actually believe her but understood why she had said it.
They had crossed a line and she didn’t want to acknowledge the chemistry between them. She obviously enjoyed flirting with him, showing off and had been turned on by thier contact. Despite his blinding desire for her, he was afraid of taking it further. It felt like learning to swim in the deep end, but he still wanted to.
“You’ll find another girlfriend soon, Jack,” she said after a while.
“Yeah, I suppose so. But I’ve actually enjoyed our little, er…y’know…more than with other girls. It felt more…natural and nice,” Jack said. He was being pretty inarticulate as usual, but she still blushed and smiled to herself.
“But that doesn’t mean you can do it more, OK?”
“I don’t think it would hurt anyone,” Jack mumbled. Of course, he thought about his father then.
“Maybe not,” Mirnda said, her attention seemingly drifting off momentarily.
“I would like to have another look.”
“Oh, would you?” she said and made that usual disapproving parent expression.
“Well, you asked me if I thought you still looked good for your age, and while I don’t have much to compare it to, I’m not sure if I had enough time to judge.”
“You are a cheeky boy, Jack.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said and looked down, feeling a little sad.
“Oh, you don’t need to be sorry. You’re such a sweet boy,” Mirnda said then gazed at him. After a second, she went on, “OK, another quick look, OK? And this time I need you to tell me honestly if you think I look good or not.” Jack nodded, trying not to appear too keen. He knew she was an exhibitionist and enjoyed showing herself off to him. Jack’s heart started racing. “But no touching, boy,” she said with a sly grin.
She then took the top of the towel and very slowly peeled it open and slid it down over her breasts, all the while looking at him, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. She stopped just above the nipples. “Don’t tell anyone about this, Jack, OK?”
“I promise I won’t.”
She then slowly pulled the towel down and rested it on her knee, leaving her shoulders, breasts and stomach completely revealed. It hadn’t been necessary for her to have striped for him so enticingly, but she’d still done it.
Jack went hard as a rock and his eyes wandered all over her. Her breasts were large, firm and beautiful. Despite their size and her age, they were still perky and her nipples pointed at him invitingly. Her stomach was fleshy but still flat, her waist in divine proportion to her chest and hips. She had the perfect hourglass figure and looked as good or better than any woman Jack had seen online.
“Well?” she said after a minute. Jack started sweating. She then moved her arms above her head and gathered her hair up, which made her look even more ravishing and vulnerable. She moved and her tits wobbled a little and she giggled. He’d never seen anything more wonderful in his life. “Tell me how I look, boy,” she said, unable to disguise a lascivious tone.
Jack told her. He went on and on about how gorgeous she was, how perfect her body was and went into detail about her form and figure. The key was, she was still attractive and needed to hear that. After he had spilled all of this, she looked down at him and saw his huge erection.
“I can tell you find me attractive, young man,” she said softly.
The lump in his pants was unmistakable and she kept her eyes on him.
“You want to see me as well?” Jack suggested.
“Jack, no!” she said, shocked, then laughed. “Anyway, I know what an impressive young man you are.”
“You do?” Jack said after a second.
“Yes, I do, young man.”
Jack moved closer to her. “You said no touching?”
“That’s right, bad boy.”
Jack moved up close to her and put his hand on her waist. Her skin felt like heaven. She looked up at him. “Thank you for saying all those kind things, Jack. I feel better. I’d been feeling…”
Unloved? Neglected? Lonely? Jack thought.
He leaned in towards her, kissed her softly on the lips and then brought his hand up to her breast. He began massaging and he felt her inhale. Jack kissed her like she had kissed him the other day, slowly and sensually. It was a perfect moment.
As Jack touched her, he opened his legs a little, hoping she would touch him, but she didn’t. But she kissed him back and let him touch her.
After a minute, she pulled away, looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth open, and picked up the towel, partially covering herself. She held the towel up to her chest, but one of her breasts was still free and visible. It was a half-hearted attempt at modesty.
“Feeling better, mister?” Mirnda said. “I’m glad we could be here for one another’s therapy.” She then stood up and walked out of the room. Jack was red hot, hard and flustered. He had wanted to fuck her, to pop his cherry. He doubted that would ever happen, but it had felt within his grasp for a few precious moments. Then, she had brushed it off like it was just an exercise in emotional support. He knew that part wasn’t true.
“I’m going out, honey. There’s dinner in the fridge,” she called out and that was it. Jack spent the rest of the evening in his room trying to distract myself by figuring out how to play Dark Side Of The Moon guitar solos. He was improving, but he till felt frustrated.
