Summer's School

I had stopped at the burger place that was on the way home. I figured that we all needed a bit of a break from the meals we had been cooking at home ever since the shelter in place orders had been in place. It really hadn't been that long, but a monotony breaker was always welcome. It was just the three of us, my daughter home from college and my husband, but the house did seem to be getting smaller every day. I had welcomed the chance to get out and pick up a pre ordered batch of groceries, placed in my trunk in the touchless manner that had become our new process.

I ordered at the drive thru and was told "Please pull forward to the first window to pay." It sounded more like "Brezze Bull farkwad to fist wingdom poo pie" through the intercom, but I knew what the drill was. I pulled ahead and handed over the money and was told "Pull off to the side, we will be running the order out to your car." Nothing to misunderstand with the face to face from the cute blonde girl with the pony tail sticking out from the baseball hat with the stores name even with her mask.

Then it hit me. I hadn't put on a bra and I had my tank top on. Glad I realized, otherwise the runner might be getting a nice show as a tip for the order. My nipples somewhat acknowledged the idea of being seen by someone. I tried to remember when I had last put on a bra. Side benefits of sheltering in place had been sweatpants and letting the girls go free. I pulled into a parking spot with a couple of other cars nearby waiting as I was for dinner in a bag. I pulled my mask up in part because everyone else had theirs on and because I might have to say something to the runner. Better safe than sorry.

A few moments later a tall young man emerged with several bags. He looked at a tag on each and moved from car to car delivering. One car opened the trunk to accept the bag, a van opened its' tailgate. I motioned to the back door and unlocked the doors. He opened the door, slid the bag in and came even with the driver side door. I looked up at his masked face and saw his clear blue eyes looking down. I instinctively moved an arm across my chest, realizing that he could probably see right down the low cut of my top. I think that was when I somewhat hatched the idea of a plan.

It was only an instant. The fellow turned and hustled back into the store to grab more orders for the line of cars that was pulling up. I had just beat the rush. Good timing on my part.

The way back home I considered the idea of actually letting someone get a peek at my chest, or maybe even more. It did bring a smile. Not sure I could actually do that, but it was something to consider. I wasn't that out of shape. I had never had a large chest, so they hadn't really dropped much. Smallish boobs with nice nipples. My husband liked them at any rate. And they did enjoy attention. Sometimes if he rolled them in his fingers and sucked them just right it brought me closer to the edge. It definitely made me moist to have that as foreplay. My mind drifted a bit. Thankfully the traffic was light and I got home with a hot dinner and cool groceries.

"The AC in the car must be working well." My husband said when he came out to get the groceries. He gave a look and raised his eyebrows as he retrieved the two bags from the trunk.

"What...?" I started to ask, then I realized that my nipples were visible through the top. "Stop. You are awful! They are just glad you still notice them. Although they have been feeling neglected..." I let that statement just roll out and stay there. He could take it however he wanted.

"Yay! Junk food." Katie bounded into the kitchen as if drawn by the aroma. Kind of reminded me of the cartoon characters who float in on the aroma of the food. "Were they busy at the place off 176? I think Matty works there. A guy I went to high school with, tall, goofy kid. I saw him post something online about working there while he was home. He said it was the best summer job he could find." She plunked down on a stool.

"It was picking up. I didn't catch the name of the fellow who ran the food out, but it might have been. He was tall. Hard to tell with all these masks." Good. If it was Matty, he was legal. I don't want to flash anyone underage. Was it still jailbait if it was an underage boy? I decided it most definitely was. But then I turned my focus to dinner. Faintly I thought I heard the dishwasher utter a little "thank you" behind me as we sat at the kitchen counter and demolished the burgers, fries and sodas. There were even small sundaes for dessert.

I thought about how nice it had been to have someone 'check me out', thinking about the eyes above the mask looking down on my chest. The three of us sat and watched some inane show on TV and chatted some. It had seemed like a long day, although I really hadn't done much. A little cleaning, the groceries and dinner, but I was tired. And a little horny. My mind kept drifting back to having the young man -- Matty -- look at me. That didn't help with the horniness. The three of us, Katie, my husband Jim and I sat and streamed a movie after dinner. I honestly couldn't tell you what it was, my mind completely drifted off.

The movie ended and Jim said he was off to shower and to bed. Katie said she would just be in her room catching up on her friends on social media. I had the family room all to myself. That was when I hatched the plan. I could try being a cougar. I knew Katie must be friends with him online since she commented on him posting about the job. She had always shared her profile with us, at least her main one. I wasn't naïve enough to believe for a moment that she didn't have one for certain friends.

I browsed through her friends. "There you are." Matt Davids. Guess he dropped the "y". Second year at State. Cute. It was definitely him. "Well, Mr. Davids. I think you are going to have a summer that you won't soon forget. I hope we both can say that." As I thought about the possibilities, I let my hand drift lower and let it roam around my swollen, wet pussy. I only needed a few minutes to climax and it was a welcome release. If this felt so good, I could only imagine how it might feel for real. I cleared the browser history and headed off for my own shower and bed. With a nice warm glow.

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A few days later I decided that it would be a good night for another family treat of drive through burgers. And if Matty...Matt happened to be working, we could see what might happen. I had a bit of a plan, but I was a novice at this cougar thing. What if he laughed? Or worse? Screw it. I'll try it. My mind had a whole conversation going as I pulled off into the drive for the restaurant. I saw a tall uniformed fellow that looked like Matt. As I waited my turn, I decided to stretch my top a little... let's see how close I can get to having them out. Then I remembered what my husband had said about the AC. "That ought to do it!" I said as I cranked it up. Or did I crank it down? Whatever. The cold air did the trick. My nipples stood out like twin dials. If Matt took the bait, I would have another surprise for him.

I placed the order, pulled around and paid. "We'll run the order out to you in just a moment. Please pull into an open space in the lot." The older man at the window was probably the manager. Let the young kids do the running. He was at least good with change and moving the line along.

I pulled around and smiled at my good luck. There was a spot a little way out under a tree. If things went bad, It wouldn't be seen by anyone at least. I shivered slightly from the cold air. I tugged a little at the top. Perfect. They are barely in there. He should get a good show. Hope he does. I looked around. There hadn't been anyone right behind me, and there was no line. Another stroke of luck. He could linger a moment. I saw the door open and Matt looked around and saw my van and headed over. I swallowed hard. Show time.

"Hello. Here's your order. Want it in the back? The masked man in the red shirt with the chains' logo asked.

"Mmmmm....yes, I want it in the back. A nice big load back there." I said to myself. I rolled down the window and replied. "Yes, put it on the floor in the back. And stop up at my window when you are done. I have something for you."

The fellow did just what I asked and came forward. I rolled down the window. "Oh, where did I put that?" I pretended to fumble for my purse. I figured it gave him a moment to get a good look at my chest. "Ah, there it is!" I fished out a couple of bills as a tip. In between the bills I had inserted a card with an email address I had created just for Matt. .com Subtlety was not my strong suit. I hoped he took the bait. I handed it to him and looked at those clear blue eyes and melted a little. I saw the name tag, yes, it was Matt. Whew. I didn't want to perv a complete stranger.

"Thank you" He replied as I put the bills on his tray. "Not necessary, but it is greatly appreciated!" I knew that was true. Any college kid who was working at a burger joint deserved a few extra bucks. He lingered a moment, and I think, well, hoped I knew why. But in a flash he was gone. His long legs making strides back to the restaurant to run more orders. I pulled out and set the temp back to a less arctic climate and headed home.

A couple of days passed and I checked the email account a few times. Nothing. Well, nothing that mattered. It amazed me how a fake mail address could attract spam. Pharmaceuticals for almost any malady and Russian women for similar purposes found their way in along with rich African princes who wanted to share their wealth. I decided to check one more time before I switched back to my actual mail.

"Hi. So, I decided to send a note. I'm the guy from the burger place. You gave me the card and the tip. And a nice look. I totally get the 'Peek-a-boob" name. LOL. I hope I get to see them...I mean you...again. Matt. Oh. Thanks for the tip. You know, poor college student, right?"

Not exactly Hemmingway, but it was a reply. I felt my cheeks redden as I considered a reply. And a tingle in several spots, as well. "Hello Matt. Thanks for the reply! Glad you like the tip and the look. I hope you can see a bit more. Would you like that? I know I would enjoy showing you more. Hope you realize I can't share my name, just call me 'Summer'. " Okay, so I wasn't Emily Dickinson. Hopefully it enticed him and didn't scare him off. I hit send and let my mind run off a bit. I could feel the heat of a pair of eyes on my chest and a tingling below. I might see how my husband Jim was feeling and surprise him with a little activity. After I made sure that Katie had her earbuds in.

I loved Jim, that much was given. It was just that after 22 years of being married, we had settled into a routine. We still had sex, but it was usually predictable. What was the line from the old song "When your feeling alright and the lights are low..." Something along those lines. With our daughter at home, it was even less spontaneous. I decided that I might see how things went tonight.

We had dinner. Katie fixed us tacos and even cleaned up the kitchen. She is a good kid. Sometimes a little clueless, but aren't we all? A keeper for sure. After the family dinner we watched another movie. The good thing was that we were finally getting caught up on our "watch list". It also gave us more to talk about. Guess there were some advantages to this lock down thing. At least we were trying to make the most out of the circumstance.

Jim decided to watch some news and Katie went off to her room. I tidied a few things off and headed to our room. Yes, Jim was definitely going to get lucky tonight. I hadn't had a craving for a cock this bad in a while. I was wet just thinking about jumping him. On the way to the bedroom I paused at Katies' door, knocked and when I didn't get a response opened it quietly. She was facing away from the door on her bed with her earbuds in. She had a pair of lacy boyshorts on. A cute firm little ass. I'd had that once, it wasn't in bad shape, but those days were gone. Mom-bod had set in. I closed the door and went to our room.

I decided to slip under the covers naked. See if that gave Jim any ideas. I let my mind wander a bit and my hands did the same. Not anything much, but enough to keep my urge up and my lips moist. It felt good. Not intensely aroused, but warm and wet.

It wasn't long and I heard Jim come in. He was considerate, probably figured I was asleep. He quietly went about his routine. I smiled devilishly. He had no clue what was about to happen. Was it considered 'cougarish' if you jumped your own hubby? Well, I was about to pounce. The bed bounced slightly as Jim slid into bed. I heard him whisper "Night, hon". Very sweet.

I whispered back "Good night... or it might be a great night....". I moved a hand to his belly and kissed his shoulder, then his chest and on to his lips. My hand moved lower and found the waistband of his shorts. I reached in and found his cock, wrapping my fingers around it and feeling the pulse as it began to respond.

"Whoa, Babe. Are you awake? I mean this is great, but I don't want to take advantage of a good dream you're having..." Jim whispered but his cock kept swelling.

"Mmmm -- I'm very awake. You okay to just lay back and let me have my way with you? Been a while, you want a fuck?" I never talked like that. Thought it might get a reaction from Jim. One way or another. It felt good to be a little nasty, anyway. I slid my hand up and down on his firm dick and then decided to remove his boxers. "No need for these. Let's get them off." I was a little surprised my comment hadn't gotten a reaction either way. But he moved up and let me take his shorts down.

It had been a while since I had given Jim a blow job. I didn't particularly care for them, but decided tonight was a good time to try things out. As I removed his shorts, I moved my mouth down to his stomach. Kissing along the way. "Mind if I have a little taste of you, Honey? I haven't tried that in a while. You okay with that?"

"Oh yeah, I am more than okay with that. Whatever you want to do, go for it, Deb." Jim was quiet as he whispered but there was a clear sense of anticipation in the voice. I felt his hand on my head as I inched closer to his crotch and as I held his manhood he pushed lightly on my head to get closer. "It has been a while. Didn't think you liked it. Take it however you like it." I felt his other hand move to my ass which was exposed as my head neared his cock. I teased him a little more with a few kisses on his leg and then placed my lips on his shaft just below the head and above my hand. My tongue traced along the underside and to the tip. I found a drop of salty thick fluid emerging from the hole in the tip.

"Mmmm... You're leaking a little Jim. I'll take care of that." I covered the tip and took his cock into my mouth. I didn't have a particularly large mouth, so I didn't get much in, but the moan I heard told me it was enough. I closed and sucked and ran my tongue around the bulbous head in my mouth. I felt his hand on my ass and felt a finger exploring my wet slit. I bobbed my head a little keeping the tip in my mouth and my tongue in constant motion. The hand on my head held in place, but the one in my pussy was moving about, getting me even more wet and...

I felt his cock shudder and a hot gush of cum splattered in my mouth. It caught me by surprise, some going down my throat, some leaking out my mouth and I instinctively pulled back and coughed and gasped for air. Jim shouted "Shit! I'm sorry honey. It just, well, I just.. Oh fuck, are you okay?"

I remembered why I didn't particularly care for sucking cock. The surprise and my gag reflex. I coughed again and started out of the bed for the bathroom. Just then the door opened. "Mom, you okay? I heard..." Katie stopped in the doorway. She saw her naked mother hopping to the bathroom with white goo dripping from her face, her father with a massive erection which clearly was the source sitting in the middle of the bed. A pause of maybe three seconds and the door closed and the sound of her door shutting right after. Note to self. Lock the door the next time you get frisky. If there was a next time. I washed up, coughed a little and drank some water as I tried to recover.

Jim was still in the middle of the bed, head in hands, limp cock deflating. "Damn. I am So sorry, honey. You want to go talk to Katie? I don't think it is a topic I want to open up with her."

I was already halfway to the door. "Yeah, I got this. Go to sleep if you can. I think I will be up for a while." I had thrown on a robe, but the damage was done. I could only imagine the shock. Seeing your parents naked was one thing, but what was the term "in corpus delecti" caught in the act? Eww. I knocked on the door. "Katie...you okay?" I turned the knob. The door opened. Katie was on the bed eyes closed and stayed that way as I looked in.

"Mom, I'm fine. I heard, well, you know what I heard. I thought I should check. Nothing to say. Can we drop it before we even go there? I'm fine. Let's leave it there, okay?" It was more a wish then a statement.

"Fine darling. But thank you for checking on me. That was the best thing about this...um...situation. It's dropped. Unless you want to bring it up. Night." I closed the door and went downstairs.

"Well, that went well." I said to no one as I sank into the couch. "So much for my cougar instinct. More like a... like a..." I couldn't even come up with a clumsy animal. I sulked for a few moments, alternating between being mad at myself for trying something out of my nature, mad at my husband for not giving me any warning he was about to drown me with a torrent of cum and concern over my daughter. Poor dear. Hearing her mother gag and then rushing in to a scene like that. "Fuck." That summed it up.

I picked up my phone, checked my mail, looked at a couple of news stories and was about to set it down and head back to bed when I decided to check my other email. There was a new note from Matt. Perfect. Maybe I can fuck this up too. I opened the note.

"Hi Summer. Yes, I understand the need for no names. I would very much like to see more. You have a very nice pair of breasts and I find them rather exciting. I must tell you, I am not very experienced, so I am not sure what to expect from this, but I am a good student and very willing to learn. I think you might be a wonderful teacher. I can't wait to hear from you again and the idea of seeing more of you is very exciting. Matt."

Well, I got his attention for sure. I looked at the time on the note. It had just been sent. Why not. I'll send him a reply. Everything else has gone wrong, why not this, too. "Hello Matt! I think the exciting thing about this is that neither of us knows what to expect. I appreciate that you are not experienced, and I hope I can teach you a few things. Sweet of you to compliment me on my breasts. I am glad you noticed. Would you like to see them? I can send a picture if you would. And I would not say 'no' to a picture from you, showing me what you have. Let me know if you don't understand. Summer." I hit send and flopped back. "Loser". Cybering with someone who should be dating my daughter. Totally messed up. But a little exciting on the other hand.

I left the mail ap open and turned on the television. Nothing on, I wasn't watching anyway. I mostly was just clicking. A few minutes in I looked and there was a reply in my mail! Hmmm. I might have found a good pen pal!

"Summer. OMG! I can't believe this. I sure hope this isn't a catfish scheme, but I can't risk it being real. Here is a quick picture of me. I can lose the shorts if you want. Looking forward to your picture. M." The picture below was of a thin, tall man. No head in the mirror shot wearing a pair of boxer shorts with what looked like a decent bulge. That might have been my imagination or wishful thinking, but it was nice. I decided to reward his prompt response. I undid the robe and exposed my chest while raising my phone for a selfie. The flash was bright and nearly blinded me in the dark, but it produced a serviceable picture once I cropped a little out of the background.