Brian gets home schooled

Brian was a nerd. A fully paid up, card-carrying, book-reading, gaming, sci-fi watching nerd. He was in his last year at high school and had never had a girlfriend. His mom, Rose, had considered he may be gay until she found some very straight porn under his bed. He had just shown no interest in girls. He was good looking and kept himself in shape. He wasn’t athletic in any way but slim and well-groomed. It was the grooming bit that was one of the reasons Rose thought he may be gay.

Rose was probably the best looking forty year old most guys had ever seen. Around 5’5”, slim with large natural boobs and long brunette hair. She kept her skin and nails immaculate and wore a sensible amount of make-up, unless going out, then full war paint. She was an office manager in charge of lots of men and women so did not lack in self-confidence. During the day she was dressed in perfectly co-ordinated business attire and at night in stunning short, low-cut dresses. But she could dress down too and generally wore very casual clothes when at home with Brian. She was a different character when she was with him. At work she was efficient and strong. When she was out with the girls, or men, she was fun and flirty and could hold her drink. But at home with just Brian, she was kind and sweet and very attentive. He was her little boy and she had raised him single handed since she kicked his father out sixteen years ago. She also had not really had a full on relationship with a guy because of wanting to look after Brian. She imagined once he had disappeared off to college then she could find someone to settle down with perhaps. But don’t imagine that stopped her from dating. She was attractive and confident and along with that she was sexually aggressive. Not in a dominant kind of way but she knew what she wanted, what satisfied her and she took exactly what she needed from a man. Then more often than not, moved him on.

Brian was aware of her sexual proclivities. More than once had he heard his mom described as a MILF. It was a not a term he liked but he had heard other words too and mostly from boys at school. Although he knew she wouldn’t entertain boys like them. She wanted someone who was mature and didn’t need looking after. She had Brian for that. She never brought guys home when Brian was there. Sometimes they could come by to pick her up but never stayed overnight. She was careful that way. She really thought that Brian didn’t see that side of her. Or at least she hoped he didn’t. But he had watched her come and go with guys since he was young. Heard gossip about her. Saw her dressed to kill on her nights out. But it went further than that. He would often take a longer than necessary look at her cleavage or watch from behind as she walked up the stairs. He had ‘accidentally’ walked in on her getting dressed several times. And often, whenever possible, had snooped through her lingerie draw and even sniffed her used clothes in the laundry basket. Just the smell of her perfume, mixed with men’s cologne, set his imagination running wild. He wasn’t proud of the fact but he was just a teenage boy after all.

It was one Friday, when Brian was in his room doing whatever Brian did, and Rose was getting ready to go out on a ‘date’, that he received a visitor. The doorbell rang a couple of times and Rose was forced to answer it as Brian had his headphones on. It was a young girl. Brian’s age or just a little younger. Blonde and extremely pretty. Rose smiled as the girl announced who she was.“Hi. I’m Kayleigh. I’m sure Brian’s told you about me. Is he home?” Rose had never heard of this girl. But she wasn’t letting the cat out of the bag. “Oh sure. Do come in. I’ll call him.” She showed the young girl into the lounge and went upstairs to find her son. She entered his room. She was excited that Brian might have a girlfriend and not told her. “Brian,” she called pulling his headphones off. He was startled. “Kayleigh is here to see you. Who’s Kayleigh?” Brian squirmed and went crimson.

“Tell her I’m not in. I can’t see her now.”

“But I’ve already told her you’re home.”

“Mom.