Jake Boehmon had just seen his weekend plans shot to hell. It was late Friday afternoon when he had gone to the gym for his first real workout in a month. A sophomore at the University of Cincinnati, he had been training hard in the off-season in anticipation of his move from strong safety to outside linebacker. A stringent lifting and nutrition regimen had packed a solid fifteen pounds on his 6'1" frame putting him at a rock hard 225 pounds. A hamstring pull had set him back a bit but his trainer had cleared him to start back with the heavy free-weight lifts that football required.
After his workout, he was heading back down to school to hang with some of his friends who were in summer school. His father was in Germany for a month on business and his younger sister was a counselor at her summer soccer camp. He had told his mother, Randi, that he wouldn't be home until Tuesday or Wednesday the following week and, at her request, he promised to call if his plans changed. But during his third set of squats, a sharp pain shot through his injured hamstring and he hobbled painfully out to his car in a seriously bad mood. No longer interested in partying with his buddies, Jake headed home.
As he walked into the garage, he was more than a little suprised to see Paul Mason's Jaguar pulled in next to his mother's BMW X-5. Jake had dated Paul's daughter Erin for quite a while before breaking it off a few months earlier. His friends thought he was crazy, Erin was hot as hell with long blonde hair and a great rack and was alot of fun to be around. But his buddies didn't know that Erin's mother, Janet, had seduced Jake when he and his parents had visited the Mason estate last summer. Jake still got together with Mrs. Mason from time to time and it just didn't feel right to continue to date, and screw, her daughter. Plus, as Mrs. Mason had accurately pointed out their first time together, she was, in fact, a "much bigger slut" than her daughter.
Jake knew immediately why Paul Mason was at his home. A memory he had suppressed years ago bubbled quickly to the surface. His mother was an incredibly attractive woman, and even now in her late forties, still turned heads. A petite woman with long blonde highlighted hair and breath-taking blue eyes, she kept herself in great shape. She had a tiny waist and terrific legs which she usually showed off in short skirts or tight jeans. She also had a weakness for sexy shoes which usually boasted 4 inch heels. Although she was not busty, her perky breasts were still firm and Jake had noticed that she often went bra-less but still looked terrific.
So although he was used to the attention she received from men, it still made him jealous. The memory that was rushing back had occured at a company picnic that he had attended with his mom, dad and sister years ago. He must have been about thirteen at the time and his mother's company had a big day of fun and games planned at a local park. Late in the afternoon, he was walking through the packed parking lot looking for his mother's minivan. He had left his mitt in the car and he wanted it to play softball with his dad. He spotted the van, which his father had backed into the parking space, with its rear facing a thick woods, several car lengths down and he cut behind some other vehicles as he approached it.
Abruptly, he heard his mother laughing and when he looked up he saw her standing behind the van, tucked from sight, but she wasn't alone. She was with a co-worker he had met, a young black man named Marcus. Marcus had played football in college just a few years earlier and Jake had always looked up to him because of this. But at that moment, for some reason Jake felt that he was intruding and he ducked behind a car, peering over its hood. Clearly, his mother and Marcus hadn't noticed him because they were only paying attention to one another. His mother looked great in a turquoise dress that showed off her toned and tanned body and slender legs. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and Jake had noticed, when they had left home, that she was wearing more make-up than she usually did and that he lips were glistening in a cinnamon shade.
As he watched, he heard his mother laugh again at something Marcus had said. He was standing very close to her, running his hand lightly down he bare shoulder, behind her arm to softly take her hand in his. He pulled her gently towards him and Jake could see some resistance on the part of his mother, before she turned and quickly glanced back over her shoulder. Jake ducked down but when he slowly raised back up,he saw that Marcus had pulled his mother into his arms and was kissing her. Stunned, he saw his mother's arm's tighten around his neck and he could see their mouths opening and closing and their tongues dueling. When Marcus dropped his hand to cup his mother's ass, Jake backed slowly away from the line of cars and sprinted back towards the park, feeling both hurt and ashamed.
Although he never told anyone about what he had seen, and managed to box the incident away in his subconcious, he found himself being more and more possesive and jealous when it came to his mother. He remembered his last few years in school, when football was coming together for him and his parents would attend his games or other school functions. Although many of the other football moms were younger and attractive in their own way, Randi Boehmon always had an aura around her that Jake couldn't place. Aside from the fact that she dressed a little sexier and seemed to wear her make-up differently, his mom just seemed to have an almost palatable effect on the men, and boys, she would meet. He remembered the anger he felt when he would catch guys staring openly at his mom when she was in the stands. In particular, he hated the way two of his teammates, Ryan Grant and Curtis Adams, would grin and whisper whenever they saw his mom, like they were in on some dark secret.
But that afternoon in his garage, Jake couldn't pretend any longer. He knew what his mom doing, and with a grim look on his face, he limped inside his home.
THE SECOND CHAPTER
When Jake had told her that he would be in Cinncinati for the weekend and longer, Randi immediately started to make plans. With her husband, Bill, out of the country and her daughter at camp, Randi had gotten dangerously horny when she found herself alone with her sexy son. Ever since she caught him screwing his girlfriend's mother, Randi had struggled with keeping her sinful thoughts under control. She managed by keeping a steady stream of young lovers busy, both in and around her own town, and on the road when she would travel for work.
She had called her longtime boyfriend, Steve, to see if he could fly in from Chicago for the weekend but he was in Palm Springs. Her local set of boy toys, Ryan and Curtis, were also unavailable so she called Paul Mason on a whim. Jake had dated his daughter for a while, and when the Boehmons had visited their home last summer, Paul and Randi had started a brief affair. When she called him on his cell, he was excited to hear from her and he quickly agreed to drive up. Although he wasn't her first choice, Randi looked forward to his visit. A very wealthy, self assured, most would say cocky, man he was handsome with long flowing salt-and-pepper hair and a barrel chest. Paul liked to be a little more rough than her other lovers and Randi willingly played along.
Upstairs in the master bedroom suite, Randi poured Paul a glass of her husband's best scotch from the small wet-bar that was attached to the built-in entertainment center. Paul settled into the big leather chair where her husband liked to read as she excused herself to change.
When she returned, she was wearing a short, silk black robe over top of a set of sheer,black lace-top thigh highs and black ankle strap sandals with 4 inch heels. Her luxurious blonde hair hung well past her shoulders and had been straightened with a flat iron, framing her face beautifully. She had applied the dark, smoky eye-shadow that she wore for all her lovers and her lips glistened wetly in a soft red shade.
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