“What?” I say when I see her lips curl into a slight smile.
“Nothing,” she says smoothly. “It’s just not everyday that I have a half-naked man eating breakfast in my kitchen.” She smiles and I wonder how far to take this banter.
“Really?” I ask facetiously. “I bet you could have any number of half-naked men in your kitchen, any morning you want,” I say, not initially realizing what I’m implying.
“Well…” she laughs, “that remains to be seen, but I’m glad you’re here today.”
“Me too,” I answer. What do I say now? Should I push this a little farther? What’s the worse that can happen, she tells my mom that I came onto her? Hell, Mom doesn’t care.
“So now that you’ve fed me, what do you generally do with half-naked men in your kitchen?” I ask, leaning my elbows on the table and looking directly into her eyes. Fuck! I hope she doesn’t freak out. I shouldn’t have worried.
Mary leans back in her chair and looks appraisingly at me. “Nothing in the kitchen,” she says, folding her arms under her breasts, which actually makes them bulge up over the top of her nightie. I sense we’re at a turning point in the conversation and I try to think of what I should say. My cock is rock hard without me even thinking about it. I decide on silence, just raising my eyebrows at her.
“If you weren’t my best friend’s son…” she says, leaning forward. “You’re what, eighteen, Nick?” She asks, abruptly changing to a more cautionary tone.
“Nineteen,” I correct her. “How old are you Mary?”
“Twenty-nine. Ten years older than you,” she sighs, pulling her robe more tightly around her. “You’re pretty bold.”
“You’re pretty sexy,” I tell her, trying to recapture the moment. What happened? One minute she’s coming on to me, and the next minute she’s… I don’t know… shutting me out.
“I’m not exactly at my sexiest right now,” she says, running her fingers through her hair, “and I’m sure I don’t compare to the college girls you’re used to being around.”
“Mary, remember that day when I interrupted you and Mom out by the pool?” I decide to just take the risk and go for it.
“What do you mean interrupted us?” she gasps. “What do you think you interrupted, Nick?”
“I was standing inside listening for a while before I came outside,” I say quietly. “You are definitely more sexy than the college girls I know.” That’s not exactly true, but damn close. The only college girls I know intimately are my sister and our roommate Sherrie.
“Were you watching us?” she asks, her eyes getting bigger, and an almost panicked expression filling her face.
“For a few minutes. I thought it was the most incredible sight I’d ever seen.” I’m trying to reassure her, but I’m not sure it’s working. I make my cock even harder and stand up, pushing my chair back.
“Whatever you think you saw…,” she stammers, staring at my crotch with her mouth open as I walk around to her side of the table.
“Remember what you said about men?” I lean down and whisper in her ear, but don’t wait for an answer. “I wouldn’t be like that.” I put my hands on her shoulders as she gapes at my erect cock, tenting my baggy jeans. “Your pleasure would definitely come first,” I whisper.
“I… um… you… um… you’re my best friend’s son,” she manages to say, while obviously struggling with the moral dilemma. “I watched you grow up.”
I can’t tell if she’s legitimately having second thoughts or if she was just playing me before. “I know. But I’m not a kid anymore.” I start to massage her shoulders, but she shrugs my hands off and stands up.
“I think you better go, Nick.” She looks at me pleadingly. “I don’t think I could face your mother if we… if things… you know.”
“Sure.” I tell her, pulling her into an embrace. “Thanks for breakfast, Mary.” I tighten the embrace, squishing her tits between us and pressing my hard cock against her pussy mound. She takes a deep breath, and I feel her hard nipples drill into my bare chest.
“God, Nick,” she sighs into my shoulder. “If only…” I feel her shudder in my arms and realize that maybe I’m pushing this a little too fast. I drop my arms from around her and step back. She almost looks disappointed. Am I reading this wrong? Does she just want me to persuade her? I need that goddamn transmitter! Let this be a lesson: don’t leave home without it. Of course, I didn’t exactly leave home.
“I better go see if Susan and Mom are awake,” I say, stepping around her. “I hope I get to see more of you before I go back to school,” I tell her, repeating the double-entendre that she used on me the last time.
“We’ll see,” she smiles. “Let me think about it.” She kisses me on the cheek and shivers, pulling her robe around her even though it’s not cold in here. I guess I’m supposed to leave.
“Where have you been?” Mom and Susan meet me at the door when I get home. “Maggie called and she needs the transmitter for some emergency with Nicole,” Mom says. They’re both wearing long sleep shirts that cling to their bodies.
“Where the fuck were you?” Susan demands, looking at me over Mom’s shoulder “My suitcase was on the driveway and the trunk was opened.” She’s glaring at me as I stand in the entryway in just my jeans.
“I went out to get the suitcases and Mary was getting her newspaper, so she invited me for breakfast. What did Maggie say?” I blurt it all out in one breath.
“You need to call her,” Mom says, handing me the phone as we walk into the living room.
“You had breakfast with Mary?” Susan asks. “Where’s your shirt?” I just shrug as I dial Maggie’s number.
“Hello? Nick?” Maggie answers.
“Yeah, what’s up? What’s wrong with Nicole?”
“I need the transmitter! Someone’s controlling her,” Maggie says with panic in her voice. I’ve never heard her like this.
“What do you mean someone’s controlling her?”
“The trigger,” she says. “I think someone figured out the trigger and is controlling her. Please, just bring me the transmitter.”
“Right away!” I’m still talking as I go out to the car to get my suitcase. “Tell me what happened?”
“Well, she hardly speaks to me anyway, but lately she’s been even more reclusive. This morning she got a phone call and I watched her eyes glaze over and her voice lose any inflection just like with the transmitter. What else can it be? When I tried to talk to her, she got really agitated and left the house. Nick, you’ve got to get down here!”
“I’m on my way,” I tell her. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Hanging up, I drag my suitcase into the house and grab a shirt out of it.
“I’ve got to go,” I tell Mom and Susan. “Someone is controlling Nicole, and it’s all my fault.” I explain while pulling on my shoes and socks.