Young Lee Clark and the MILF

Young Lee Clark and the MILF


‘Knock…knock…knock’.
Melanie put her book down and answered the front door.

“Hi…Mrs. Barton,” the good looking teenager asked, “Is Warren in?”

“Ehm no,” she smiled when she recognised her son’s best-friend Lee Clark or Clarkie as he was known to his friends, “he’s at work but shouldn’t be long; do you want to come in and wait?”

“Yeh thanks.” He mumbled and wiped his trainers on the door mat as he followed the slim woman into the living room.

Clarkie and Warren had grown up together and were still best friends but Warren’s family had moved to a much nicer part of town two years previously when his dad had been promoted at work and they didn’t visit each others’ homes as much as when they were younger.

“Do you want a coffee or something?” Melanie asked.

The boy shrugged his shoulders as he eyed a large glass of red wine sitting on the side table next to the sofa. “Whatever’s easiest?”
“Would you prefer a beer?” She grinned.
As her son was now 18 and Mel and her husband were quite liberal (and realistic) they let him drink alcohol in moderation, so giving Lee a bottle of beer was no real problem in her eyes..
“Please,” his face lit up, “if that’s okay.”

Melanie wrinkled her nose as if to say ‘who are you kidding – I know you’ve all been drinking for years!’

The good looking, athletic teenager followed her into the large kitchen; standing in the doorway.
BOING! His dick immediately began to twitch when she bent over to take the bottle out of the fridge flashing the back of a sexy pink G-String when her hipster jeans moved down.
He tried to hide the lump in the front of his tracksuit pants by twisting away from the middle-aged woman when she handed him the cold bottle.

Warren’s mum was quite a bit younger than his dad and a lot cooler than any of his other friends’ mothers.

“Are you okay?” Melanie asked as he hurried into the living room trying to hide his growing hard-on.

“Oh, just a bit of a strain,” he lied as he discretely adjusted his growth, “I’ve just been to the gym.”

“You’d better be careful that you don’t strain anything too important down there!” she teased; knowing full well what was hiding in his pants.

As Mel picked up her glass and sat sideways with one leg curled under the other, she motioned for him to sit near her on the four-seater sofa. Her sons’ best friend now had an unobstructed view of the crotch of her jeans, making his dick grow even stiffer as he imagined the delights hidden within.

She sort of realised that he’d had a crush on her since he was 14 so Mel had always been very friendly and flirty in his company; not knowing the effect that a voluptuous 40 something woman could have on an impressionable young lad.

“Have you changed your hairstyle?” He asked as he took a slug of beer. Clarkie was good with females…very good! He knew that little compliments went a long way with girls and complimenting Mrs. Barton was no different.

“Oh…this?” She stammered as she ran her fingers through her expensively styled coiffure, “yes; it’s nothing really; just a little colour here and there.”

Mel was very impressed that a teenage boy would notice something like her hairstyle as her husband no longer did.
“Are you cold or something?” Lee grinned when he noticed a little movement in the nipple area as his friends’ mother enjoyed the compliment about her hair.

“Stop that you cheeky sod!” Melanie admonished him and playfully slapped his arm. She’d always liked Lee as he was the opposite of her son who was short, chubby and painfully shy, just like his father. Clarkie was taller (about 5’ 8”), handsome and in naturally good shape; playing for a number of good local football teams.

He must have had some Mediterranean relatives somewhere in his past, she thought, as he had a slight olive complexion and naturally wavy jet black hair. It was no wonder he always had a gorgeous young girl on his arm.


Because he’d been to the gym he was wearing a white Fred Perry hooded top, navy Adidas bottoms and a pristine pair of white K-Swiss trainers with no socks.

They made small talk for a few minutes; catching up on family stuff and she asked him to tell his mother to call her as she was stuck at home now because she’d been made redundant four months previously.

Then the phone rang.

“Hello.”
“Mum, Clarkie’s coming around for some CD’s and I’ve got to work over-time, can you let him get them from my room please?”
“He’s here now,” she told him, “do you want to talk to him?”

“I haven’t got time,” he cut her off; “they’re on my desk…he’ll know which ones are his… got to go.”

“I’m sorry but he’s got to work late,” Melanie apologised to the young boy as she took a sip of her wine, “do you know which discs are for you?”

“I guess.” Clarkie shrugged. Of course he did; he’d supplied them. Warren was a computer geek and had been downloading porn films for over a year and the two teenagers had a lucrative operation selling them for £5 a disc to other 6th form students and some older blokes in the local pubs. Normally Warren would bring them to College but Lee had a special order for 8 tonight from a guy in Shearers Bar.

“Let’s go and look for them, then.” Mrs. Barton smiled as she uncurled her legs. Clarkie followed her upstairs like a puppy dog. As she strode up the stairs in front of him; he had to subtly adjust his dick twice when he got another flash of her pink G-string.

“Is Mr. H not around?” Lee asked.

“He’s in Glasgow for another couple of days,” Mel sighed at the thought of her husband living in the lap of luxury while she was stuck at home, “back on Thursday.”

Mel was 14 years younger than her husband who was spending more and more time away from home these days. Some nights she worried that he might even be having an affair especially as he no longer seemed that interested in love-making; even when she was wearing saucy undies for him.

“You’ll have to excuse the mess,” Mrs. Barton smiled as she opened her son’s bedroom door, “but I guess it’s no different from yours, is it?”

“I suppose so.” Clarkie shrugged his shoulders as he quickly scanned the work station on the other side of the messy room.

The room was so cluttered Mel hardly bothered tidying it anymore; occasionally vacuuming the carpet when it looked like small animals could be living in it.

“I think that’s them.” Clarkie announced when he spotted his bounty next to a pile of music CD’s.

“Are you sure?” She asked; beating him to the discs and picking them up to examine them before he got the chance.