“I’m going to assume then it already passed, so I might as well tell Dad about what you’ve done.”
Panic seized me: “It hasn’t passed,” I blurted.
“Well, it has to be pretty soon, either today or tomorrow.”
“It’s tomorrow,” I said, truthfully. My confused mind thought I could buy myself at least a few more hours to figure this out.
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Some normalcy returned to the house. Ronny’s high school friend, Stan Griss, came over to visit with Ronny. They teamed together for a science fair project, and traded visits regularly. This was the the fourth time I had seen Stan here.
At first I thought it might have been my imagination, but I had caught Stan watching me when he didn’t think I was aware. He had that vague, looking-at-a girl expression boys get. I giggled to myself, and maybe even found it a bit flattering. With my man away so much, I thought that any attention is good attention. Maybe it was vanity, but “Girl, you still got it!” ran through my mind.
After they had been brainstorming in the basement (or the “laboratory” as I had dubbed it) for about an hour, I called down: “How about some freshly-baked cookies and milk!” They didn’t reply, but pounded up the stairs.
Stan was shorter than Ronny, and darker, but still a handsome young boy. The contrast again made me think of how much Ronny looked like his father at that age.
I put a platter of hot chocolate chip cookies on the table. “Sit. I’ll get you some milk,” I said. I came back with two tumblers. I poured Ronny’s, then leaning across the table, poured Stan’s. I smiled at him when I finished but noticed his eyes were glued to my cleavage. I had a loose top on with a scoop neck. I realized that my top must have fallen away from my chest when I bent over, giving Stan quite an unintentional show.
His mouth hung open. I didn’t want to embarrass him by making a comment or calling him out. I had a lacy see-through bra on and wondered if he had seen my nipples showing through. I should have been more careful.
After he left, I guiltily confessed to Ronny: “I think I inadvertently gave Stan an eyeful,” I laughed.
“Yeah. He said you have great tits.” Ronny said it in so matter-of-fact a manner that it took a second to register.
“Well … that’s disrespectful.”
“He thinks you’re a MILF.”
I had heard the word, but really didn’t know what it meant. “A MILF?”
“Mother I’d Like to Fuck,” Ronny said.
“That’s really over the line. You let him talk to you that way about your mother? Your father would knock a guy from here to tomorrow if he heard that kind of talk.”
“Relax, Mom. It’s a compliment. It means you’re really good looking. It means you have a great body. A lot of the guys have said that about you. They don’t mean any harm.”
“Still, you should stick up for me.”
Ronny walked over to me. “And tell them what? That these aren’t great tits?” Before I could react, his hands came up and cupped my breasts, gently lifting and pulsing them in his big hands. Before he let go, he rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. I felt them stiffen.