A Milf teaches younger Boy

Eva looked out her bedroom window. She had heard the gate to her driveway being opened. It was Jim, the son of her best friends Alice and Mike, arriving to mow her lawn.
Eva was a fifty five year old widow, living alone on the outskirts of a small college town. Her husband Eddy had passed away three years previous.
Eva was only now beginning to pick up her life following the death of her soul mate. God knows what would have happened to her without the support of her friends and their son Jim. Alice had been there for her, making sure that she ate properly and looked after herself, and finally persuaded her to get out into the community and start to live again.
She had turned down an opportunity to couple up with an old boyfriend from her pre-marital days. Art had also lost his mate and had suggested that they see if they could revive their previous relationship. She had thanked him for his offer but had told him that she was not ready to move in that direction.
Eva was a petite lady. Her body had stood up well to the test of time, no doubt aided by not bearing children. She had remained faithful to her husband throughout their married life, although many men had hit on her over the years. She had enjoyed the attention but she always managed to turn them down in a gracious manner.
Mike and his son Jim had looked after all the physical work around her house and large property since Eddie’s death. Young Jim came over several times a week to do her lawn and garden or to shovel snow in the winter. This despite the fact he was attending the local college and had a part time job evenings and weekends.
Eva had noticed a sadness or dejection in Jim over the last year, unusual for such an outgoing young man. She suspected it had to do with women. His mother Alice had indicated that he never appeared to have a steady girlfriend.
He was a good-looking young guy, well built with a friendly open face, and Eva wondered why girls were not chasing him down. She suspected that she would have been after him when she had been 19 or so. He was wiry more than muscular, except for the bulging thighs and tight butt of a young man who had played hockey and soccer all his life. She smiled at the little twinge, the softening in her loins, as she watched him get out of his car.
Jim headed for the back yard to retrieve the lawn mower as Eva pulled on a pair of tight Capri pants and tucked her breasts into a halter-top. She smiled in the mirror as she applied a touch of lipstick. Here she was trying to look sexy for a kid she had known all her life.
A little while later Eva heard Jim finishing up. She stepped out to the back patio to greet him. He smiled at her and waved. It was a warm summer evening and he had worked up a sweat; his tee shirt was molded to his upper chest. Eva took in her breath as she felt another surge of warmth in her loins. ‘What is wrong with me,’ she wondered.
“Jesus Eva, you look great,” smiled Jim. His eyes ran unashamedly up and down her body. They had always had an open and frank relationship. They were always direct in their exchanges and could say exactly what they felt. The comment was not meant to be a pass at her, just an expression of his immediate thoughts.
“You are all sweaty, let’s have a beer. You are old enough aren’t you?” she giggled. But she did feel good at his compliment. She glanced back as she left to retrieve the beer to catch him looking at her ass and legs. She swayed her hips a little, acknowledgement that she knew he was looking at her butt.
They sat on the back patio, exchanging chat and stories, much as they had done for many years.
Eva asked, “How is your love life? I never hear much about your girlfriends. Too shy to tell me about them?”
A bit of a cloud descended over Jim’s face. He put his head down for a few minutes, avoiding her eyes. “I am afraid there is not much to tell Eva. I don’t do very well with the ladies. I have dated a few but it never seems to go anywhere.”
This confirmed to Eva that whatever his problems were, they originated with a girl or girls. “I can’t understand that Jim, you are a great looking guy, play sports, excellent student and well liked by everyone I know. Tell me about it.”
“Oh, I’m not sure what to tell you. When things start getting a little more personal with a girl, I suppose I drop the ball,” he said, not looking directly at her.
“Are we talking matters of a sex here? Some women don’t want a guy to move too fast. Are you being too aggressive? Maybe just take it slower, is all,” Eva advised.
“Oh no, I don’t rush things and I usually do get to first base,” he said.
Eva looked at him closely, “You mean they let you touch them in an intimate manner.”
Jim was very defensive, “Yes, I get to touch them alright.”
Eva said, “And then?”
Jim would not look at her when he murmured in a low voice, “I go off.”
There was silence for a few minutes; Eva was completely caught off guard by his reply. And then, “Well you must know that problem is not unique to you, it happens to many men. It usually resolves itself. Even my Eddy, as randy as he was, had times when he got off too quickly or could not get up at all. It can be many things but it is usually mostly mental, a sudden lack of self-confidence, too anxious to please, or it can be a physical thing. Have you talked to someone about it?”
“I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone, except now you,” he smiled at her.
“What about your Dad?”
Jim smiled again, “The only advice my father ever gave me about sex was when I was about 15. And even then, he did not talk directly to me but told a story in my hearing, about a young boy he once knew, who went ‘soft in the brain, it turned to mush’ from ‘fusing’ himself too often. I guess he suspected I was masturbating too much.”
Eva laughed, “Fused himself! My God, that’s the first time I ever heard that expression about a kid jerking off!”
The discussion was turning both of them on. Jim could see Eva’s nipples pushing through the cloth of the halter-top while she squirmed in her chair. Eva noticed movement in his tight shorts, a bulge forming down along the inside of his thigh.
Eva suddenly decided to drop the conversation and said, “Don’t let this worry you too much. You will find the right situation with a pretty girl and you will forget the problem ever existed.”
Jim said, “Did you have sex before you married Eddie?”
It was Eva’s turn to be defensive. She started to deny it, but felt that she should be open with him in return and said, “Yes, I did have several affairs before I married Eddy. Why do you ask?”
“Well, did any of your lovers have problems like I am having?”
“Not exactly, but first times are never terribly satisfying at that age. It takes a while to become smooth and easy with sex. There was a lot of fumbling around and even then the foreplay was usually better than the sex. One or two guys did get off too quickly, although after they were in.”
Oh God, she thought, why did I say that? She decided that this was not the time to tell him about the one guy that could have taken her any day, any time, and how she could still get off remembering him.
“I think we should let this alone for now Jim. I am glad that you were able to talk about it with me, and maybe that will help.”
Jim replied, “Okay Eva, it was a relief to discuss it instead of wrestling around with it in my mind 24 hours a day. Thank you for that, can we talk about it again some time?”
They stood up and Eva put her arms around him and kissed him softly on the cheek, “Of course my dear, if it helps I am glad to chat about it.”
Jim could barely keep his hands still as she pressed her breasts against him.