Beth looked through the peephole. Standing at the door was Marian Robinson dressed in shorts and a cut off tee. Beth opened the door and smiled.
“Marian, what a surprise. What’s up?”
“Hi Beth. My god, you look younger every day. You’re positively glowing!”
“Thanks, I’m kinda in the middle of something so what do you need?”
“Oh, sorry. Well you knew Bob’s out of town this week and he wanted me to make sure to mow the lawn and I can’t get the damn lawn mower started. So I was wondering if Billy could come over and see if he could start it for me?”
“I wish he could, Marian, but I think he’s studying for a big history test.”
“Oh shit! I don’t know what to do. Are you sure he can’t help?”
Billy, called down from the balcony, “Hi Mrs Robinson. What’s going on?”
Before his mother could interject, Marian called up to him, “I’ve gotta mow the lawn and I can’t get the mower started. Can you help me?”
“Sure. I’ll be right down.”
His mother was clearly exasperated and nearly shouting said, “Don’t you have a big test tomorrow?”
“Don’t be silly, mom. I can take a little time to help a neighbor.”
“Great Billy, I’ll wait for you in the garage,” said Mrs Robinson.
His mother caught his arm as Billy headed toward the door. “Hurry back. I’ll get some lube and maybe we can do that other thing you wanted to do earlier.”
“I’ll be right back. Promise!”
As Billy approached the Robinson garage he saw Mrs Robinson bent over the mower. She took his breath away. He marveled at her round ass, her long legs, the broad hips. He couldn’t speak. Mrs Robinson noticed his approach and moved aside. He inspected the mower, primed the gas, advanced the throttle, set the choke, and pulled the starter cord. The mower coughed and then roared to life. He released the dead man and the mower sputtered to a stop. Billy smiled. Mrs Robinson clapped.
“Billy, you’re a lifesaver. I guess it’s easy when you know what you’re doing. Come on inside and I’ll get you a cold drink.”
“Can’t. Gotta get back home.”
“Don’t be silly. The least I can do is give you a drink.”
She took his hand and led him into the kitchen. “Sit down! Beer?”
Before he could answer she went to the fridge, took out a beer, twisted off the cap, leaned over the table, making sure he got a good look down her shirt, and handed him the beer. “Glass?”
Billy could only shake his head. He was getting hard.
Mrs Robinson moved behind his chair and put her hands on his shoulders
“Billy, we both know this isn’t about starting the lawn mower.” She moved her hands down over his chest. “Wow, you’re ripped. Have you been working out?”
She swung around and straddled him on the chair. She put her arms around his neck. She kissed him with an open mouth. Her tongue darted in and out. Billy kissed her back. His hands moved under her shirt. First he cupped her breasts, then gently pinched her nipples. She sighed. She climbed off and knelt next to him. She pulled down his shorts and took his hard cock in her mouth then pulled back and looked up at him.
“You taste funny.”
Billy realized she was tasting his mom. He placed his hand on the back of her head and forced her back down. She began to suck. After only a few strokes, she stood and pulled him to his feet. She undressed him. He undressed her. She was even more beautiful than he had imagined.
She took his hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Billy stooped down, clasped her waist, and lifted her onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. She giggled. He carried her toward the stairs. He slapped her on the fanny. She squealed and kicked her feet. He slapped her fanny again. She again kicked her feet and playfully beat gently on his back with her fists. As they reached the top of the stairs, she pointed to a door and he carried her into a bedroom. Billy dumped her on the bed, and parted her legs.
“No, not yet. Kiss me first. Put your hands on me. Touch me all over. Let me touch you, feel every inch of you.”
He lay down beside her. He kissed her mouth, her breasts, her neck. His hands ran over her body and down her thighs. Her hands felt grasped his arms, his shoulder, his neck. She traced her finger down his back. He felt her smooth legs and then his fingers were between them. She arched her back and he put his mouth where his fingers had been. She groaned from deep in her throat when his tongue found her clit. After a few moments she told him to lay on his back. She mounted him. She guided his erection between her legs and poised.
“Billy, you’re huge! Don’t move. I’ll have to go slow.”
She lowered herself gradually onto his stiff cock, inch by inch, until it was deep inside her.
“Oh my god, Billy, you’re so big! You fill me up!”
She began to move slowly at first. Small circles, round and round, and then thrusting herself down hard, grinding her pelvis against him. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing hard. She began moving up and down faster and faster. She stretched her arms out wide, her fists clenched, her head back. She emitted a moan from deep down and cried out, “OH GOD! OH GOD!” and came and came again. Billy thrust upward and came too.
“You don’t know how good that made me feel,” she said after a minute or two.
“Me too, Mrs Robinson.”
“I think you can call me Marian now,” she said.
“Nope, you’ll always be Mrs Robinson to me. It’s hot thinking of you as my teacher. Can’t believe I’m finally fucking Mrs Robinson.”
“Billy Wilder, you watch your mouth young man,” she said in mock anger using her best teacher’s voice. “We say making love in this classroom, not fucking”
They both laughed. He reached for her. The doorbell rang followed by loud pounding.
Mrs Robinson jumped from the bed, grabbed a robe from the closet and headed for the door. “I think I know what this is all about,” she called back to him. “Stay here!. I’ll deal with this.”
She ran down the stairs. Flung open the door. There was Beth Wilder, her face contorted in anger. “Where’s my son?” she screamed. “What are you doing to him?”
Marian pulled her inside and shut the door. “Calm down, Beth! The neighbors will hear.”
“I don’t care about the neighbors,” Beth hissed. “Are you fucking my son?”
“Beth, stop! You have no reason to be outraged. I saw you two last night.”
“You saw us?”
“Damn right! I saw the two of you in your family room: sucking and fucking! Your own son! So please, no more bull shit!”
Beth appeared deflated. All her anger was gone. She was humiliated. “Oh god. We were just caught up in the moment. We couldn’t help ourselves. Please don’t judge me.”
Marian smiled, “And this morning? Caught up in the moment again? I could tell when I saw you this morning, you’d been doing it. You wreaked of it. I could smell it on you as soon as you opened the door. But don’t worry, I don’t blame you. Billy’s a stallion. I’d have been on him long ago if I were you.. And he’s a natural. You and I are two of a kind. We have big sexual appetites. I want him again right now just thinking about it. I bet you do too.”
Marian put her arms around Beth, comforting her just as Billy appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Ladies, what’s all the commotion about? There’s no reason to fight. There’s enough of me to go around. Ever hear of a threesome?”