Me First

Me first.

Privilege of experience, I get to tell my story first. My version goes first, my side, which of course, is the correct story. In all fairness, will let Gregg try and tell his side after I am done. Just keep it in mind though that there are many inconsistencies when you consider youth.

Which brings us to the story.

Always considered myself sexual, just did not necessarily act on my feelings though and as time passed my sense of urgency in missing my needs escalated. Thankfully that time did pass otherwise Gregg would have still been in diapers if I had not held back.

But I did.

Really do not find it necessary to expose my true age, but will divulge that I am closer to forty than I am to thirty. Just to give you an idea how long I have been patient.

Not that I am a virgin or anything, heck that was gone well before I graduated from High School. In fact, have been married a couple of times and just kicked the third to the curb, so to speak. Even have a couple of kids’…teenagers of all things.

And fortunately have had the wondrous experience of having life long friends. One of which is Katie. Even though Katie had ran off and got married to a career Army guy (can not blame her, he was the most handsome guy I ever have seen in the flesh), which took her away from me.

Thankfully, Katie came back and with her, she brought her son Gregg.

The first time I saw him, he had to be all of ten years old or so and the initial perception was that he was a knock off of his Dad. You could just visualize what he was going to mature into.

So when Katie finally did move back, just a few blocks away too, Gregg was fifteen and my intuition was correct. Gregg was well on his way to becoming a man. In fact, I was quite shocked by his manly demeanor, both in physique and attitude.

Something stirred inside of me and actually wondered as to whether there would be enough time in the delta of our ages to cross paths. The thought was tantalizing.

It could have been conscious, but believe it was more subconscious due to finally having my best friend, Katie, back in close proximity that had me visiting their home more than even my immediate family over the next few years…with affirmation of intent on seeing Gregg’s progress in life.

Katie more than once mentioned that she could swear I visually concentrated on Gregg at times with the scrutiny of a wolf eyeing a plump lamb.

Katie understood me better than most, and even if it was her son that was garnering my attention, she knew that to challenge me would make me more determined. So she would patronize me by pointing out how her son was developing into manhood but not close to some of my conquests that Katie knew about.

Being a psychologist for the local school system allowed me to see right through her attempts. In fact, if anything, Gregg was becoming more appetizing due to her deflecting.

When Katie offered that Gregg had a girlfriend and eluded that he was being sexual with her, she passed it on as if this would be a deterrent to my intentions (as she was well aware).

Not even close, my thought on the subject was that Gregg at least would have an idea as to the geography of a female body.

Then something happened that triggered a sense of urgency within me to pounce.

Katie had confided in me that she had inadvertently came across her son in a passionate embrace…not with his girlfriend, but what appeared to be his girlfriend’s mother!

She was not one hundred percent sure because she was driving at the time and when she turned the vehicle around, Gregg and what looked like his girlfriend’s mother were gone.

Katie’s curiosity to know for sure was greater than her fear of me being a predator and her son being the target of my appetite. So she confided in me to help her find out.

By now Gregg had grown up and in this state was considered legal sexual tender, he had filled out slightly, and even needed to shave almost daily. So the delta was at a point where it was at the right place and now at the right time with the circumstances.

My car was being serviced at a local garage and instead of Katie driving me, I suggested that Gregg drive me and I would see what I could find out. She agreed.

Since I had just gotten off of work, I still had on my conservative attire which consisted of a mid thigh skirt and a button blouse that was the pinnacle of modesty. Fortunately I had an ingrained skill in turning a pig’s ear into a silk purse. So when Katie called Gregg down to drive me, I slipped into the bathroom and quickly rearranged my wardrobe. My bra went into my purse, opened up the top three buttons of my blouse exposing a great deal of cleavage, and adjusted my skirt hem an inch or so higher…made my panties disappear too.

When I walked over to Gregg, I could see that Katie was realizing my intent. Her eyes fixated on my hardening nipples as they responded to Gregg’s wanton stare. Katie was second-guessing her request for my help.

Did not give her the time to stop me, grabbed Gregg by the elbow and pointed him towards the door.

When we pulled out of the driveway, I made sure that part of my chest was in full view to him as he scanned across me in a vain attempt to feign he was watching for traffic as he turned the car. The momentary hesitation confirmed to me that he liked what he saw.

“So Gregg how is your girlfriend?” I started as sublimely as possible.

“Uh…fine I guess”

“And her mother?”

Gregg’s head spun instantly towards me a look of confusion on his face.

“Hey…just asking. Little birdie told me that you two might be close…err…real close”. I let out a giggle towards the end.

“Uh…who told you THAT?”, Gregg said with more than a little indignation.

“Does it matter? Really like the idea that you are attracted to more mature women”, my voice fading into seductive tone.

Gregg slowly looked at me, my lips forming a seductive smile; raised one eyebrow while my fingers slowly pulled my blouse open slightly. His eyes followed my fingers as he noticeably gulped.

“Then again…maybe someone like me is not as attractive to you.” as the words came out of my mouth I knew that was bullshit, was a mid 9 from high school on, maybe dropped to a 7 around the times my two girls were born, but now in my late thirties, I had to be a solid 8 or higher.

“Uh…yea right Molly…Jeez, you know every guy in the room has to check you out.”

“Really?” I feigned surprise, “You too? Do you check your Aunt Molly out? Do you Gregg?” my voice now completely flirtatious as I opened my blouse a hair more, my right breast almost completely visible from his angle, another inch and my nipple would be hanging out.

Gregg swallowed hard as his eyes focused in anticipation of my exposing my right tit.

“Well? Do you?” I would go no further until he responded, believe he knew this.

“Uh…uh…god damn it Aunt Molly…I am not supposed to…. you’re…uhm, you have know me since I was born.” He was obviously fighting some imaginary emotions, “Yes…yes, I am a guy, how can I not?”

“You can’t…the bulge in your pants gives you away…so tell me the truth, did you do it with your girlfriends mom?”

He looked down at his crotch and then closed his eyes for a second to ward off embarrassment.