My Son's Best Friends

It happened during the crazy summer of 2018. It was as hot as I could ever remember, and I sunbathed in the back garden. My garden is perfect for this pastime—it is very secluded and private, with tall, thick conifers all around the border, which hid a tall wooden fence. I was in my bikini, but with the door at the side of the house securely locked, I could easily have sunbathed topless, or even nude, and had done so in the past.

Today was a bikini day. The main reason was that my son was home from university and I knew that he and his friends would be in and out of the house all weekend. And as a mom, who has had two children and whose dress size increases with her age, I was very conscious of my figure and less confident about letting people see it.

My name is Jane, and I am forty-six years old and divorced. My rat of a husband left me for his young secretary, who went on to dump his sorry ass almost immediately. He begged me to take him back, but I showed him the door and have been on my own for seven years now.

I live in our family home with my son, Alex. He is nineteen and is in his first year at university, and I miss him terribly. I also have my daughter with me, Alice, who is eighteen, and they are as different as chalk and cheese.

With Alex at university, Alice and I are closer than ever, but she is rarely in the house these days. Her social life is so full, and she spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s house. They have been together for nearly two years now, and I have long gotten used to the fact that they are sleeping together. So, I generally spend a lot of time on my own.

I had completed the chores that I had to do, and as it was another beautiful day, I decided that I would open a bottle of wine and laze about in the sun. I had chosen a bikini with a larger pair of panties. I have a fuller figure, with proper child-bearing hips and a 36C chest. However, my boobs aren’t as firm as they once were. I am five feet five inches tall with long wavy brunette hair, which was tied in a ponytail.

I was dozing, my sunglasses shielding my eyes from the bright sun, which was almost directly above me. I turned my head in the direction of the noise of a car as it stopped nearby. Doors opened and I heard the sounds of my son and his friends—they had come home.

“There goes my peace and quiet,” I thought to myself as I sat up and pulled on a t-shirt, hearing them make their way through the house towards the garden.

I’ve watched these lads grow from boys into young men. They have been inseparable ever since they first met at senior school and have been great friends ever since. They do everything together. Now, normally I’m okay with his friends—they are nice lads, never any real trouble—but they do flirt.

As they got older and bolder, they constantly try to embarrass me with their comments. Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s all meant in fun, but they are all good-looking guys, and it’s nice to have a little attention. But hell, they are all the same age as my son, and let’s face it, I’m nearly thirty years older and a lot heavier than all the girls their age.

The kitchen door opened, and then it started.

“Hey, Mrs. Jones. Good to see you. Catching some rays, I see,” Ben smiled at me.

Another came up and smiled.

“Looking good, Alex’s mom!” Peter winked.

I knew that I blushed; I couldn’t help it. I got up and hoped that they hadn’t noticed my erect nipples.

“Okay, boys, do you want some cold drinks?” I asked.

I walked into the kitchen and got some cold drinks out of the fridge. Alex followed me.

“Alex, you could have warned me. I would have changed,” I said.

He smiled at me. His smile could always melt my heart. I stared at my little boy, all grown up.

“Mum, I’ve told you. You look fine. You have nothing to hide. You should show off your body more, maybe you’ll find yourself a man.”

It wasn’t the first time he’s said that to me.

“I don’t need a man. I have you.”

He smiled.

“You know what I mean.”

Just then, his friend David walked in.

“Hi, Mrs. J!”

I smiled.

“Hi, David. How’s your mom?”

“Oh, she’s fine,” he replied.

Alex interrupted.

“Dave, my mom thinks she should cover up because you all have arrived.”

David looked at me, his eyes moved up and down my body. He shook his head.

“Are you kidding, Mrs. J? We’ve all told Alex before. You are by far the hottest mom out of all our moms.”

I blushed bright red; I could feel the heat in my face. As Alex walked out, he turned.

“See, Mom? I told you. Now take off that t-shirt. It’s far too hot to wear one.”

David smiled at me.

“He’s right, Mrs. J. Here, I’ll help you.”

I looked at Alex for some help. Surely he could see that it was inappropriate, but he just smiled and walked out. And before I knew what was happening, David had peeled my t-shirt up and over my head. It stuck on my ponytail for a second, and I couldn’t see, but I felt that he was staring right at my breasts, which must have been spilling over the top of my bikini. When eventually he got it off, I was flushed. He held my t-shirt and stared at me.

“Wow, Mrs. J, you look gorgeous. How come you haven’t got a man?” he asked.

He grinned and picked up a can of Coke and left. As he did, he turned.

“If I was twenty years older.”

Then he left. I could feel my pussy throbbing. If I was twenty years younger… I knew that I had to get away.

I went upstairs into my bedroom. I sat on my bed and pulled my bikini panties down. The crotch was wet, and checking my pussy, my clit was engorged and my lips were swollen. Having all these young guys in my garden wasn’t good for me. I splashed water on my face and then returned to the garden. As I walked out in my bikini, they all turned to look. To a man, they all showed their appreciation.

“Wow, Alex, look at your mom,” Ben smiled at me.

Suddenly, I loved it. I walked out, feeling confident. I sat back on my lounger as the guys sat on the other chairs around the table and chatted. I listened as they talked about girls, about where they were going that night, all the usual guy stuff.

I lay there, sunglasses on, head back, and took it all in. Someone put some music on a player, and things quietened down. I heard a whispered conversation to my left. I couldn’t remember who was sitting there, and I didn’t want to move my head in case they stopped talking. I couldn’t hear everything that they said— they whispered— so I knew that they were talking about me. I heard snippets of conversation.

“—hairy pussy— head in those tits— fuck yeah, all night.”

It drove me crazy; I had to look.

I turned my head, and I saw who it was. It was David and another of Alex’s friends, Mark. I got up and smiled at them as I walked back into the house. My pussy was wetter than ever, and my nipples threatened to punch through the thin material of my bikini top.

Eventually, the guys left to get ready for their night out. I made Alex some dinner, and as soon as it was on the table, his sister arrived home, so the three of us ate together, which was something of a rarity. I told Alice that his friends had been around; she laughed.

“Did they tease you, Mom?”

I blushed.

“They are fine, all good guys,” I smiled.

“Don’t any of them have girlfriends?” I asked.

Alice laughed.

“What are you laughing at?”

She smiled, then looked at Alex.

“Nothing, Mom.”

Later, as he was in his room getting ready, I corralled Alice.

“What were you laughing at earlier?”

She smiled.

“Mom, Alex and his friends? We call them the Virgin boys.”

I stared. She continued.

“Because they’re all virgins, Mom. I don’t think any of them have had a girlfriend before. So when they tease you, they don’t have a clue what they’re doing.”

I was shocked, but she seemed convinced. So, these were just horny guys, saying stuff to get a reaction. They had no experience and certainly didn’t mean what they said.