I woke with a yawn and a stretch. Bobby was still sitting at my feet, asleep. A bit confused as to how we ended up here. The rays of light cast through the blinds by the sun cut through the dimness of the room. I fought through a cloudy hangover to remember. My eyes scanned my body; my long tee-shirt over my old white shorts. 

Things started to slowly come back to me. I ran my fingers between my legs to find no panties. Further examination told me that I was fully on display. A closer look at Bobby showed me that he was, also.

His limp cock on his lap; even in its flaccid state, it was impressive. Again, my body began to respond. Even through my hangover, my desires were apparent. My fingers played over my wet clitoris. Just feet from this young man, I pushed a finger deep into my pussy.

I watched as his dick lay still. I watched his sleepy expression. Two fingers now. I saw the semen stains soaked into my husband's borrowed shirt. I pushed my fingers deep. With my other hand, I played with my clitoris. After my teasing last evening, I was already close. My fingers moved quickly in and out. My heart raced.

Bobby moved his head. I was making too much noise. He moved again. I stopped what I was doing and covered myself. Slowly, I pushed myself up to a seated position. I tried to clear my head by closing my eyes and breathing very deeply. 

The empty wine bottle sat on the coffee table in front of me. It seemed to mock me for drinking so much. I stood and took the bottle and glass to the kitchen. The glass went into the sink and I dropped the bottle into the trash. Turning to the fridge, I took a beer from the door. Before I sat at the table, I pushed the button on the coffeemaker.

Not sure if the beer would help, I just stared at it while the coffee brewed. The warm aroma wafted in the morning air. My head was on my arms when Bobby walked in.

”Good morning, Mrs. Williams,” he greeted.

”Good morning, Bobby,” I answered. ”I can't believe you slept on the couch all night.”

”I watched the end of the game,” he said. ”We won by two points.”

”Great,” I groaned,” I was worried.”

”We pulled it out with a foul in the last two seconds,” he said. ”You know, Levant Jefferson doesn't miss a free throw.”

I poured a cup of coffee for myself and asked if he wanted one. After stirring the sugar and cream in both cups, I returned to the table. He took a sip from his cup too soon and burned his tongue. I shook my head and blew the steam from my cup.

Sitting back in my chair, I pulled my knees to my chest. The air conditioning was usually cold in the morning here, and I could feel my nipples pressing into my legs. My eyes were closed and my head on my knees.

The coffee must have cooled enough by now. I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Taking the cup, I brought it to my lips and tasted the bittersweet liquid. My eyes caught Bobby staring at my shorts, where they disappeared between my legs. I guess I had it coming; after the show I put on last night. None the wiser that I had caught him, I let my knees fall slightly open. 

He swallowed hard and looked up to see if I was doing it on purpose, but I had looked away, innocently sipping my coffee. May as well continue the game. I let my foot furthest from him drop to the floor, naturally opening the crotch of my shorts a bit more. 

”Do you want to eat, Bobby?” I asked.

”Ma'am?” he stuttered.

”Breakfast,” I clarified. "Are you hungry?”

”Oh, yeah,” he grinned. ”Yes ma'am, that sounds good.”

My shorts were old and worn, but comfortable. Really, they were my favorite pair. The waistband was stretched out just enough that they hung low on my hips. I put my other foot down and took another sip of coffee, my knees as far apart as the arms of the chair allowed. 

I pushed myself up and walked over to the fridge. Eggs, buttermilk, and vanilla extract. Next to the pantry, flour, and oil. I mixed up a batter for pancakes and scrambled eggs to compliment them; a couple of sausage patties and we had breakfast. 

I sat in the same chair with my legs crossed and poured a glass of orange juice for me and another for him. We ate like we were starved. I glanced at him every now and then to see if he was still looking. Of course he was. I squirmed my ass in the chair a bit, offsetting the crotch of my shorts a little more. 

He took a bite of pancake, dripping syrup on his chin. Looking over, he almost choked on his food. I glanced down at my crotch to see what he could see. I was almost completely exposed. I glanced at his lap; I could tell that he liked what he was seeing. 

I ate my breakfast as he devoured my pussy with his eyes. My head was starting to feel better now. I don't know if it was the coffee or the adrenaline. 

After finishing my breakfast, I stretched my arms over my head. ”Are you going to hang around,” I asked, ”or are you going home?”

”You need me to do something?” Bobby asked.

”Well, only if you want to,” I began. ”If you want to make a few dollars, my yard needs mowing.”

”You don't have to pay me, Mrs. Williams,” he replied. ”just let me take a dip in your pool when I finish.”

I smiled. ”Deal.”

I showed him to the garage, where the mower was kept. After he gassed up, he pushed the mower into the yard. I watched him pull his shirt over his head and toss it onto the concrete. If my pussy was wet earlier, it was flowing now. I turned and walked to the kitchen. There were dishes to clean. 

I watched Bobby through the sink window. His body was soaked with sweat. His shorts hung low on his hips. His abs sparkled in the hot sun. I found my hand snaking into my shorts. This young man was making me crazy. He looked to have about thirty minutes of cutting left, so I decided to take a shower. 

I walked to the bathroom, forgetting there were no towels. I stepped into the steaming water, naked and so horny. The hot water felt so good. I hung my head under the stream for a long while. I watched the water drop from my nipples in thin streams. This was not helping my demeanor.

I was still thinking of Bobby and his hard young cock. Without thought, I turned the hot water off. My body was shocked by a bone-chilling, cold shower. My breath caught and my body convulsed. I watched my nipples as they became stiff points. 

I could take no more. Turning the water off, I stepped shivering from the shower. My teeth chattered as I opened the linen closet. ”Fuck,” I hissed, ”where are the fucking towels?”

I walked to the door and opened it, dripping wet. He was still cutting grass, I assumed. I walked directly to the utility room to find Bobby fishing his clothes from the dryer. 

”Oh, shit,” I coughed, ”I thought you were still outside.”

He was smiling and getting an eyeful. I flitted past him to the basket of dry towels and retrieved one, wrapping it around my body. ”Sorry, Bobby,” I said.

He just laughed and asked if he should wear his shorts in the pool. I shook my head and pointed to a shelf with several of my husband's swim trunks on it. ”Try one of those,” I said. "There are some old ones. Maybe something will fit.”

Bobby fumbled through the swim trunks until he found a pair of blue ones. He held them up and looked them over. They had an old drawstring.  Dropping them on top of the washer, he kicked his shoes off, and before I knew it, pushed his shorts to the floor. In shock, I froze, my eyes glued to his dick. 

”Bobby,” I choked, ”I didn't mean in front of me.”

”Why?” he asked, ”You're naked. Or at least you were ten seconds ago. And you may not know it, but you have been showing me your pussy ever since last night.”

”No, I haven't,” I lied.

”Those shorts don't hide much,” he smiled, still standing with his dick exposed.

”Well, I'm sorry, ” I apologized, ”I didn't realize. And you're not hiding much either.”

He looked down at his dick then smiled back up at me. I shook my head and turned to go to my bedroom. I didn't hear him follow me but as I tossed the towel on the bed and turned to get something to wear, I saw him standing in the doorway. 

”See, I told you,” he grinned, ”you are naked.”

”So are you,” I said when I turned to face him. He still had the swim trunks in his hand. I stood facing him with hands on hips. I didn't want to let on how much this game was turning me on. I just stood there on display as his cock began to grow; in less than a half-minute, he was fully erect. 

”Bobby,” I begged. ”Please put something on. I can't have you running around naked.”

”Do you like it?” he asked.

”Do I like what?”

”My dick, while it's hard,” he chuckled.

How the hell could I answer such a question from a sixteen-year-old student?  I couldn't say yes, even though it would have been the truth. I could say no, but he would know better. I must have been gawking at him without saying anything. 

”I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughed.

”What?” I asked, shaking myself to reality. ”No. I mean, it's okay. I've seen better.” 

That wasn't going to help. I couldn't believe I said that. Hell, I couldn't believe that I was standing naked in my bedroom with my naked student, not trying to hide my body from his view, and not hiding the fact that I was looking at his. 

For the first time, I subliminally admitted my desires. ”Bobby,” I said weakly, ”get dressed before I do something I’ll regret.”