"Things Men Should Know" (closed)

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"Things Men Should Know"

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Kimberly was getting herself ready for a night out with the girls when she heard her stepson Timothy call out, "Mom! Are you home?"

"Bathroom," she answered as she stepped up to the mirror and began applying her makeup ... or, as her husband liked to call it, perfecting perfection...

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God and good genetics had been very kind to her. She measured out at a dramatic and delicious 36DD-22-34, with skin smooth as glass, hair black as night, and passion hot as the fires of hell. From a very young age, she'd learned what men wanted and needed from her ... as well as what she could get for fulfilling those wants and needs.

It didn't surprise her Girls, then, when she married Robert Cranston. He had been 44 when they met, twice her own age at the time. He'd recently been widowed, and -- busy with running a multi-national telecom -- was desperate to find a new mom to help his raise his then-10 year old son, Timothy. Robert had been looking for the sweet, kindly, maternal type, perhaps someone closer to his own age with similar life experiences. Instead he'd gotten Kim. She'd done things for Robert that no woman ever had before; and she and Timothy had hit it off so famously that both Robert and Kim's respective -- and now mutual -- friends had known a wedding was in the pair's future before even they had.

They'd been married a short year later, and now -- after eight years -- still maintained a relationship that was the envy of couples all around them.

But despite her extreme happiness with marrying Robert, there were holes in Kim's life that needed to be filled ... figuratively and literally. When it came to the tangible, Robert was ready always to give Kim anything and everything she wanted. But his workload and frequent overseas travels were more often than not leaving her alone in bed at night. By the end of their second year together, she'd begun spending quality time with others ... filling those literal holes.

Robert hadn't gotten where he was in life and business by being an idiot, though. He knew Kim had been stepping out on him even before she came to him one night -- filled with guilt -- to admit her dalliances. His response had shocked Kim: "I don't care. It's just sex, right?"

The only thing Robert cared about was that Kim loved him and Timothy, and more specifically that she would neither fall in love with another man nor stop loving and caring for his son. She'd promised him that night that he had nothing to fear ... then enjoyed with Robert the greatest night of passion in their marriage thus far.

But the realization that she was now free to indulge her desires with others now only had her chasing more adventurous sexual activities. She was soon seeing both men and women; hooking up with couples needing their own adventures; picking up on random strangers -- one, two, more. She was engaging in public displays of affection more erotic than the sex most people enjoyed in the privacy of their own bedrooms with their life partners; or in the semi-privacy of motel rooms with total strangers. She'd even crashed a wedding reception at a downtown hotel, found and lured the groom away to a lobby bathroom, and sucked him to a mind blowing orgasm simply because it was something she'd often fantasized about yet never done.

But she was bored still, eager to find a new adventure. Enter her son, Timothy. Oh for Christ's sake, stop it you perv'! Tim was as much a son to Kim as a child of her own womb would have been, so she wasn't about to begin fucking him to expand her horizons. However ... he had friends!

"Hey, Mom," Tim said, arriving at the bathroom doorway. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him appear, then spin away, exclaiming with surprise, "Jesus! You could have warned me you weren't dressed."

She laughed and, looking back to the mirror, said, "You see me in bikinis skimpier than this all the time, Tim."

"Sure ... but Carl doesn't!"

She turned quickly to find another young man standing in the doorway. His eyes bulged as he stared at her very underdressed form. She laughed, surprised, then turned and walked to the far wall, snatching her robe down from a hook. Already wearing her three inch dancing heels, her firm, full ass cheeks -- with just the narrow strip of her thong cutting between them -- swayed and bounced to his ogling eyes.

She threw the robe about herself, then turned to smile at the young man.

"Hello ... Carl was it...?" She started back toward the two teens, one of whom was smiling in embarrassment, one of whom was still staring in shock. Although more covered now, the robe did little to tone down her sexiness. Its lapels dropped to the lower reaches of Kim's sternum, showing off her dramatic cleavage; and the lower hem didn't even reach mid-thigh, showing off her long legs, highlighted by the lacy, black stockings.

She was close enough to offer her hand as she said, "It's always nice to meet any of my son's friends."

As the boy was taking her hand, he was leaning slowly toward Tim. He asked shocked and almost in a whisper, "This is your mother?"

"Sort of," Tim answered. "Carl, Kim ... my obviously young and ogle-worthy step-mom."

Kim laughed, realized she was still holding Carl's hand, and released it to fold her arms across her belly, which only emphasized her impressive bosom more.

"Mom, Carl ... my obviously stunned friend," Tim continued. Her step-son grabbed his friend by the arm to lead him away, informing Kim, "We're gonna hit the pool, okay?"

"Ball's in the shed, and there's a spare cap if your friend, Carl, needs one," she informed him. Tim had been on the school's water polo team since 6th grade, the reason they'd built an Olympic sized pool in the back of the estate where once had been a tennis court. She laughed as he dragged his friend away, warning, "Don't throw it over the fence this time!"

She watched the two head down the hall, doing a little ogling herself this time. Carl was a good looking young man dressed; and, if he was a jock like Tim, Kim would bet the monthly allowance Robert gave her that he was even better looking un-dressed.

And suddenly, she'd found her newest sexual adventure...

 

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Name: Carl Bennett
Age: 18
Profession: Student studying photography
Height: 5'11
Build: Broad and slightly overweight.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Short and spiky.

Carl was rather surprised at how his friendship with Tim had suddenly changed in recent months. Until recently,Carl had been rather chubby, but a mixture of change in diet, lifestyle and possible maturation, he was suddenly starting to become noticed.

Even some of the girls who had mostly ignored him started to chat to him. And then Tim, a friend for years had also changed his attitude towards him.

He thought every one was being shallow, his persona had not changed much; if at all. But his looks, and possibly voice had.

And so he had been invited round to Tim's home to chill in the warmth of the afternoon sun. And so he met Tim for coffee and shake, as they chatted with their friends before they went their separate ways, and they ended up at Tim's home; a large house in a suburb of the city in which they lived.

He was dressed in shorts and a lose T shirt, as they cycled to Tim's home. Before long, Tim was leading him around the large impressive home until they found his mother; in an en-suite of a large matrimonial bedroom.

Carl blushed as he saw her, standing their in stockings and a camisole style top as she finished applying make up before turning to face them.

He pretty much ignored their conversation as he saw her, her beauty, her shapely legs. And those stockings, those lace top stockings.

"Hello ... Carl was it...?"

He heard her ask twice and a poke from Tim. It wasn't as if he was staring, but his mind was else where.

He blushed insanely as he replied.. "Yes, I'm Carl, lovely to meet you..."

"Carl, Kim ... my obviously young and ogle-worthy step-mom."

Carl blushed again, assuming that his friend had seen him looking and made a comment...

He looked away, feeling the insane amount of heat in his cheeks as he tried to recover from his total embarrassment. But moments late, he was following Tim out of the room, glancing back over his shoulder at Kim, Tim's step Mother.

Before long the two of them were outside in the late afternoon sun, before Carl dived into the pool. Not an overly impressive standing down, his legs broke into the water as opposed to gliding in following his torso.

But her felt good as he started to swim in the pool. For once the pool was a sensible length, and he had taken up swimming recently, one of the reasons he had started to lose weight, and tone up in his upper body.

 

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Kim finished dressing, donning a short dancing dress that barely reached past the lacy tops of her stockings which, now, were held in place by a sexy garter belt. She was excited about the new club she and the Girls were meeting at tonight, as well as about the new guy she'd met at the gym who'd almost stepped on his own tongue after Kim had promised that if he showed up tonight, he'd most certainly get lucky.

But for the past twenty minutes of so, since first laying eyes on him, Kim had had a difficult time not obsessing on her son's friend. She took one last look at herself in the mirror, turning this way and that and -- as always -- looking down to her full round backside and complimenting her own self, "What an ass ... Je-sus!"

She located her clubbing purse and transferred to it the necessities: ID, cell phone, credit cards, cash, makeup, condoms, lube, and -- should the new guy be a flop -- a tiny battery operated vibrator disguised as just another lipstick tube. Kim headed for the back patio to tell Tim she was heading out, then stopped at the sight of Carl standing on the pool's edge, back to her. She ogled his muscular form, realizing he was indeed in as good as shape as her son.

This is gonna be fun AND enjoyable, she thought. Initially, Kim's only thought had been about the simple joy involved in seducing a young man, possibly even a virginal one. She'd simply wanted to see his reactions to having things done to him that he'd probably only ever seen on the internet or fantasized while pumping his own cock in bed. But seeing how fit and firm he was made Kim wonder whether she might get more out of this by teaching the young man the things men should know about pleasing a woman.

It had been a long time since Kim had had a well trained man who was totally committed to serving her in bed. Oh sure, she'd had some incredible sex over the six years that she'd been seeing other men -- and women -- with and without her husband's knowledge. But to have a man who believed his sole purpose in life was to please her...? Oh, that was a fantasy she'd had since she was a little girl. And while her husband had gotten closer than any other man ever had, most of the pleasure Robert had given Kim had been via his credit cards and expense accounts, not his cock and tongue.

"Hi, boys," Kim called from just inside the house. When Carl turned to face her, Kim conspicuously looked him up and down in his oversized swimming trunks, then walked forward with a bit of extra boom boom bump in her hips. It hadn't been enough to cause her son to laugh or chastise her, but Kim was pretty sure it had been enough to get Carl's attention. She stopped just out of reach of the young man, looking again to his sculpted upper torso before saying with an impressed tone, "Carl, you must be on the water polo team with Tim, yes...? You definitely have the body for it."

As she continued to study Carl's muscular pecs and abs, Kim half turned her face in Tim's direction. Loud enough for him to hear over the splashing he was making swimming casually across the pool toward the floating ball, she said, "I'm heading out to Victor's, Tim ... to meet the girls. Be home late."

Kim finally pulled her gaze away from the young man standing before her to look at her son. "You boys have fun. Fridge is full of food, and there're some of those cookies and chips you like in the snack cupboard. Just clean up after yourself. And stay out of your father's liquor cabinet."

"Of course!" Tim laughed, recalling the one and only time he and a friend had gotten into and finished off one of Robert's bottles of very expensive Schnapps. He'd spent the next two days sick to his stomach and unable to keep anything down. "Have fun with the girls tonight ... and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

That caused Kim to laugh, too. Tim had recently told his step mother that not only was he still a virgin but that he planned on remaining celibate until he was well settled in college and certain he'd found the girl of his dreams. Kim looked back into Carl's eyes and wondered Are you still a virgin, too? She hoped the boy was. It would be so much easier to train him if he hadn't already gotten bad lessons from some young thing he went to school with.

"It was nice meeting you again, Carl," Kim said with a quiet tone and expression that included just a touch of flirtation. She reached out to shake hands with him again, offering, "Please ... come back soon. The pool is always available to my son's friends. You could practice, or simply work on your strokes ... whether Tim's here or not. Anytime."

Her lips spread in what was an obviously flirtatious smile, then -- after she glanced down to the large trunks, then back up -- Kim said in almost a whisper, "We keep several sizes of Speedos in the pool shed ... for when friends and family drop in without their own swimming apparel."

She released his hand, looked to Tim again to bid him farewell, and turned ... heading out with that same boom boom in her hips. Before she'd left the patio, Kim heard the sound of the water polo ball bouncing off the visitor's head and her son laughing, demanding Carl get back in the water. As she headed into and then out of the house, Kim wore a big smile as she imagined the fun she was going to have with the young man.



Kim never entertained men in her and Robert's home, though she had done so with women. It had been part of the agreement -- what they called their permissions -- and tended to maintain a nice spacing between the sex life she had with her husband and the others. But Kim knew that because of Carl's age and situation -- meaning he as legal at 18 but still living with his parents -- it would be easier to seduce the young man here.

As Robert's next business trip approached, she got into a casual conversation with her son about life in general and, eventually, turned the topic to his new friend ... "What was his name again...? The tall one? Scott?"

After she'd established that the boy of her obsession was forgettable, Kim apologized and suggested that Tim bring him over that weekend for movies, swimming, and maybe even surfing. The estate fronted the beach, which had led both Tim and Kim to try their hand at standing upon a narrow board atop the shifting waters of the Pacific. Tim was getting pretty good considering his first time out had been just two summers back; but Kim had barely learned to stand on the board before deciding she liked laying out under an umbrella to watch instead.

So, Tim's weekend with his friend was all set. Then, on Thursday afternoon just after her son got home from practice, Kim dropped the bomb. For a couple of days, Kim had been holding back an unopened letter for her son from Yale. She had received an email informing of the letter's imminent arrival, so she knew it was an invitation for him to come out to the university for his first admissions interview and a weekend of investigating New Haven. After he'd opened the envelope and read the letter, Tim said with mixed emotions, "Crap! I forgot about Carl. We had a whole weekend planned."

Kim acted disappointed, too, and a bit put out as well. "I already bought a car load of snacks ... and I got you reservations at the Paint Ball Palace Saturday and rented those ocean jet skis you and your cousin liked so much Fourth of July weekend."

"I'll call him and tell him," Tim said, pulling out his cell phone.

But Kim cut her son off, saying softly, "Don't, Tim. You made the plans, and it would be rude to cancel them just a day before they begin. Plus, I already paid for everything ... and I can't get that back. Why don't you tell him to come still..."

Kim knew she couldn't invite a young man alone to her home without raising red flags, so she added quickly, "...and I ask your cousin Mark or maybe Carlie to come keep Carl company. Carl and Carlie ... sounds like a match made in heaven."

Tim laughed loud and long, glancing at his step mother with a knowing expression. His neighbor Carlie wasn't into guys and was, in fact, in a relationship with an older woman she'd met at the clothing boutique in which she worked. The odds of Carl and Carlie hooking up were about as high as Carl and Tim doing so.

But, it wasn't an unusual suggestion, having Kim play hostess for Tim's friends. Twice in the past she had done so, once for most of the boys on his Middle School water polo team when his aunt died and Tim had to fly to Seattle; and again for his first boy-girl sleepover birthday party when he was 14 and had come down with a virus that had him isolated in his bedroom for five days.

"So, it's settled!" Kim said with a bit of relief in her voice. "Tell Carl to be here Friday after practice ... and I'll make sure he doesn't get bored."

Tim laughed as he turned away to call his friend, saying, "Oh, I don't think he'll be bored with you around. You didn't see how he stared at your ... you know ... when you headed out the other day."

Kim laughed dismissively, turning away as she responded, "Boys'll be boys. Some day he'll be old enough for a woman like me to take interest ... but not yet."

 

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Carl swam a few lengths in the large pool, before he placed his hands onto the side, and with a Little grunt, propelled himself out f the pool, and turned to face the pool, unaware that he was now, like a microbe under under a microscope was being scrutinized. He joked briefly wit Tim, before he dived back into the pool, and again swam a couple of lengths, before repeating the process.

this time, he walked over t a table and reached for a bottle of water and took a sip, again unaware that he was being watched. He felt the water run from his form into a puddle at his feet.

"Hi, boys,"

"Carl, you must be on the water polo team with Tim, yes...? You definitely have the body for it."

Carl suddenly blushed. He wasn't used to such forward compliments, yet alone from a friend's mother! He looked away feeling his cheeks burn as he heard Tim and Kim chat

"It was nice meeting you again, Carl," Kim said with a quiet tone and expression that included just a touch of flirtation. She reached out to shake hands with him again, offering, "Please ... come back soon. The pool is always available to my son's friends. You could practice, or simply work on your strokes ... whether Tim's here or not. Anytime."

"Thank you Kim" was all he could muster, still full of embarrassment and uncertainty as he felt both pairs of eyes upon him. He wanted the ground to open up, he wanted to dive into the sanctuary of the pool but realized it would be considered rude.

But as Kim turned to walk away, he stepped back towards the pool, and with a fleeting glance over his shoulder he dived in.

durign the next few days he got some teasing from Tim about Kim liking him, awlaus winking as he used the word 'liked', which caused Carl to blush even more. But then came the discussion of plans for the weekend, and the counter plans as things changed over.

And so, in his lycra and carryign a ruck sack, he arrived at Tim's large mansion, and was guiced into the back, where he wheeled his bike, securign it before he turned to face the large back garden, and saw Kim on the deck, rather provocatively dressed.

He inhaled deeply, as he started to approach, feeling flusted He didnt want to be there on his own for a couple of reasons, but basically Tim and metaphorically twisted his arm.

"Afternoon Kim" he called out.

 

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Kim had put on an outfit she thought would be tantalizing without being slutty, something that she could innocently pass off as just casual wear in case someone called her on it and yet would certainly get her guest hard. When the bell rang, she was in the kitchen with the semi-residential housekeeper, Lois, mixing a cocktail. "I'll be on the patio. Why don't you bring Carl around, then call it a day. Do you have plans?"

As Kim gathered up her sunglasses, hat, and sun block, she listened to the older woman's quick explanation of what she and her grandkids were up to. "That sound like a lot of fun, Lois, but is one day enough...? You have your debit card for the shopping, yes...? Why don't you take tomorrow off, too, and I'll see you on Monday."

The housekeeper was shocked but certainly didn't pass up on the gift, thanking Kim and heading to the front as her boss headed for the back. As Kim stretched her long legs out and struck a pose that she was sure would get the young man's juices flowing, she donned her glasses and hat and pretended to be reading.

"Afternoon, Kim."

She looked up casually, as if she hadn't already known he was there, and smiled broadly. "Afternoon to you as well, Carl. Good to see you could still come. It would have been a shame if the weekend's plans had been for naught."

As she'd been talking, Kim had let her gaze drop to her guest's groin. Despite his long shirt, she had a good look at the bulge in his Lycra shorts. Behind her oversized, dark glasses, Kim knew Carl wouldn't be able to see her ogling his package, and she was tempted to remove them and let him see her scoping out his cock. But, she thought better of it. No reason to scare him off so soon.

"Do you drink, Carl?" she asked, setting her book aside and rising. She crossed to him carrying and sipping at the straw in her drink before holding it out before him. "I know you're not legal..."

Oh, hell with it, she thought, concerning moving slow. She leaned her head enough to ensure that Carl knew she was checking out his young, firm body, then clarified, "I mean ... you're legal for things..." She looked back up as she removed her glasses and, squinting as her eyes adjusted, finished, "...but not alcohol ... but ... I won't tell if you won't."

She smiled broadly as she gave him time to respond. If he wanted something, she would ask what and go inside to make or get him his poison, but not before glancing down at his body again, then back up, reminding him, "There are speedos in the pool shed. Pick your color."

She went inside to refresh her drink, then made her way to the bathroom where Carl had spied her that very first day. She changed into a bikini that leaned a little closer to lingerie than swim wear, donned her sunglasses again, and made her way back out to the pool with the drink(s).

"I invited some people to come join us," she lied, having made no such calls at all. She acted totally casual about her extremely erotic appearance, as if her son's friends always saw her dressed like this. "But in the meantime while we wait..."

She reached the edge of the pool, performed a perfect dive from the edge, and swam under the surface until she popped up -- smoothing her hair back sensuously -- just a few feet before him. After just enough hesitation to wipe the water from her eyes, Kim asked bluntly, "So, Carl ... do you have a girl friend?"