Crushing On Mrs. Eastman

Jake had lusted for his best friend’s mom for years. When he was called up to help her out following her divorce, he was happy to. What he hadn’t known was that for the long-neglected Corine and himself, the lust had gone both ways. Over a long weekend, they both discover each other in all the ways they’d fantasized about.

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I was pacing in the kitchen when ‘Mama’ Corine, my best friend’s mother, came out. It’s a strange thing to admit, but I wasn’t this nervous on my wedding day. I heard the bedroom door creak open, and I heard her shoes on the tile. I counted three Mississippi, took a deep breath, and turned around. The woman before me was a bombshell. An honest-to-God, eat-your-heart-out Rita Hayworth, bombshell. She’d put her hair up in some sort of messy bun and wore her usual tasteful makeup, but added a dark green eyeshadow, that made her eyes deep and smoldering, and reddish-brown lipstick.

Her dress. Oh, her dress. It was an emerald green, strapless, just-above-the-knee length dinner dress. It was cut to accentuate her natural curves without being … ‘trashy’, I suppose, is the word. This is a dress you could wear anywhere, amongst anyone, be the hottest woman in the room, and still be classy. The neckline dipped in the middle, just a little, offering an exciting peek of her ample cleavage. Her jewelry was gold and pearls. Below the hem, she wore tan stockings or pantyhose. On her tiny feet were a pair of black leather, ankle strap pumps, with a three-inch heel.

She was just standing there, not posing, not even cocking a hip. She didn’t need to. I don’t know how long I stared, but finally, she broke the silence.

“I take it this meets with your approval?” He said with a wry smile.

Breaking from my trance, I walked towards her but stopped just short of touching distance.

“Mama, I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. My hand to God. You look gorgeous. The dress is … it’s just perfect.”

Mama’s eyes got shiny, then she cleared her throat and did an expert re-direct. “Let’s have a look at you now, baby.”

She stepped forward and walked around me, eyeing me up and down. She got to my rear and asked, “Does the jacket have a breast pocket?”

“Yes, it does.”

She reached into my back pockets, fished out my wallet and cell phone, and handed them to me. “Good. Tuck these in there. It’s a crying shame to disrupt the shape of this amazing butt. It’s a beautiful suit, and it fits you marvelously. Gray is perfect with your skin tone and guarantees whatever your date wears will contrast perfectly.”

She came around to stand right in front of me and looked up at me. I was so captured by her beauty at that moment, it seemed I’d forgotten how to breathe.

“My lipstick is the kissable kind, you know,” Mama said with a grin. “A little hard to get off later, but so worth it.”

I leaned in and kissed her tenderly. She kissed me back hard, her hand wrapping around my head tightly. Feeling her intensity, I pulled her into me, and we kissed passionately.

After a minute, I took her upper arms and pushed her back slowly. “Oh, man. We should … we should really get going.”

She batted her eyes at me and smiled seductively. “Something wrong?”

“Only that if we don’t leave right now, these terrific clothes aren’t gonna get further than this kitchen.”

Mama grinned and motioned toward the front door. “That would be a shame, wouldn’t it? Shall we?”