Your son’s best friend seemed to be visiting more often.  Even coming over to the house when he had to know he was not there yet.  You caught him looking over your body, natural for a young horny boy you presumed.  It made you feel good to be looked at that way.  You even teased him off and on when you knew your son would not be looking.  Several times you could see the heavy bulge in his jeans, attempted tugs on the denim to release the pressure.  It was a bit arousing to know he was heated up because of you.  

Then last week you heard the boys down in the game room.  You went to the basement steps to invite him to stay for dinner when you overheard him say to your son that his mom was a real milf.  You blushed as you heard your boy slug him and tell him off.  You hollered down about dinner and they went to a whispered conversation.  “Um sure” was all you got back followed by frantic whispers “did she hear that?” 

That night at dinner he barely looked up from his plate, you knew he was worried about his comment being heard.  Your son too was oddly quiet so you tried to ask about school and the ball game to lighten up the room.  You got up and brought a few slices of pie to the table.  As you set his down you leaned a bit to make sure he glanced at your low cut top.  He stammered a bit.  “you have delicious pie.” A glare from your son, a smirk on your face.  “I’m glad someone appreciates it.” You move to the sink and clean up dishes as you hear another slug and ouch.   You fight off the laugh you have and tell him he is always welcome for dinner anytime before walking up to your room.  

You were starting to wonder what it would feel like to have him touch you.  Your teasing and his reactions were becoming an addiction.  You fingered yourself imagining it was him that night and slept peacefully.  A few days later a knock at the door, it was him.  You had a V neck red tshirt and white shorts on.  His eyes went right to your tits, it was obvious you didn’t have a bra on today.  “Um…sorry is he home?” You just smiled and invited him inside.  “No he has practice, remember?” He apologized and turned back at the door.  “It’s ok, it should only be an hour or so, grab a soda and you can hang out in the living room till he gets home.” 

He smiled and walked to the kitchen, grabbed a pop and plopped down on the couch.  You set down some snacks in front of him, extra slow as he looked down your shirt.  He flipped the tab on the soda and it fizzed out everywhere spraying on you.  You lean up quickly brushing it off your chest and tshirt.  “Oh shit, I mean god so sorr….I….” You set your hand on his leg.  “It’s just a little wet, don’t worry about it.”  You could see him tense as you touched his leg.  He was getting hard and it turned you on.  You headed up to your room to get another shirt.  Stripping off the wet top and tossing the other in the bathroom sink with some cool water you heard him “sorry there is some on the couch too, what should I use to clean it up….” you walked out into the bedroom topless to find his jaw on the floor.  You smiled.  “Don’t worry about the couch I will get that later, just needed to find another shirt…..” god the way he looked at you had you wet.  
…….um……..you like what you see I take it.”  Taking the teasing over the boundaries his eyes glued to your tits.  “Shit sorry…” he covered his eyes and turned to rush out of the room.  “No its ok, I am sure you have seen boobs before, much better than mine.”

He turned back “No way yours are perfect.”  Hard swallowing every comment as he tried to look at your eyes but failed.  You squeezed them “Really, figured all the young girls would be better than some old milf.” You said it “God you did hear me, I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by it…” You walked up to him “Stop, I wasn’t complaining.  I like the way you look at me.”  He didn’t know what to do or say but you knew what you wanted.  You took his hand and pulled him over to the large white chair in the corner and pushed him down.  Straddled him and lifted his hand to your breast.  “I know you want to feel them, I want you to, just our little secret.” He was hard as steel under you as his hand fumbled over your breast.  You ran your hand along the back of his hair and pulled his mouth down.  Hips grinding on his lap as he sucked and licked at you.  His body jerking a bit under you, you felt him tense, then wetness against your shorts.  “It’s ok, I will wash them for you.  Leave your mouth on me till he gets home.”  

When your son got home he was wearing a pair of his shorts watching tv and you were making dinner.  “Dude why are you so early I told you I was going to be late with practice.”  He just shrugged and followed him down to the basement.  You brought down snacks and he had a grin ear to ear as you wiggled your bottom a bit as you climbed back up the steps.  A punch and ouch heard again.  “Stop looking at my mom like that, damn.” “Maybe she likes it?” You shouted back, dinner in and hour.  Oh you liked it alright.