Ronnie’s mother

When I was in high school, there was a kid in my class whose name was Ronnie Johnson and who was rather popular, because he was always the first to have all the latest computer games. Everyone always wanted to go home with him after school to play these cool new games. That included me, even though I really didn’t a shit about these games. I faked enthusiasm for that computer nonsense because, when I was at Ronnie’s place, I would catch a glimpse every now and then of his mother, who was incredibly hot. She may have been approaching forty and a bit trashy-looking, but in my adolescent state of constantly being horny that really didn’t bother me.
One Tuesday afternoon I was at Ronnie’s place again. We were playing a racing game and, as usual, I lost every time. That was the main reason why Ronnie often invited me to come and play with him. With the other kids in our class, he had a much harder time winning. The fact that I always lost because I really didn’t give a rat’s ass about these games thankfully eluded him.
“Yes!” Ronnie exclaimed, while on the screen his car passed the finishing line first, “I win again!” He gave me a triumphant look, as usual.
“Shit!” I said, dropping my joystick on the floor.
“Another one?”
“I gotta piss,” I said, getting up, “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll put it back on single-player for a moment then,” Ronnie mumbled, doing so while he said it. I hadn’t left the room before I was hearing racing sounds again.
I walked through the hallway to the bathroom and opened the door. I was startled to find Ronnie’s mother standing there. She was standing in front of the mirror, working on her make-up as far as I could tell. She turned and smiled. “Hi there,” she said, “you’re Tommy, right?”
Ronnie’s mother had seen me before, but nevertheless I was a bit surprised that she remembered my name. She looked as hot as always. Her long, dyed-blond hairs were tied in two long braids and her face was rather heavily made-up. The reason I had to swallow had when I saw her was the way she was dressed: she wore nothing but a white blouse that was hanging open over a light green bikini top that her huge breasts were almost hanging out of, a pair of very short jeans that showcased her great behind and black pumps.
“Er, I, er, hello Mrs. Johnson,” I stammered.
She smiled again, with the luscious full red lips. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body.
“You tired of these boring computer games?” she asked.
“Yes, er, kind of.”
“I don’t understand what Ronnie likes so much about these games. He really doesn’t do anything else. I’m starting to get a little worried about that. I never hear him talk about girls, while he’s reached an age that he should care about girls. Do you ever hear him talk about girls?”
“Er, no. He always just talks about computer games.”
“Then I guess I will have to talk to him about that.” A mischievous smile appeared on her face. “But you, you are interested in girls already, aren’t you?”
I felt I was starting to blush, but I didn’t know what to say.
“You thought I hadn’t noticed the way you look at me when you’re around?” Ronnie’s mother smiled and began blushing even worse.
“That fine, though,” she said, making a dismissive gesture, “that’s completely normal. Actually, it’s very healthy.” She gave me a brazen look. “Close the door.”
I turned around and closed the bathroom door. In the meantime Ronnie’s mother turned on the shower. When I turned back, I saw she had taken off her blouse and was tossing it into corner in an offhand manner. “You know,” she said, “I consider it very flattering that a young boy such as yourself still looks at me in such a manner.