Pam's SeductionChapter 5by Theresa
Shaking with rage and shame, Pam dressed in her cut offs and T-shirt, intending to work out her anger in the garden. As she finished though, she knew she had to set this whole thing right, and the only way to do that would be to talk to Kevin's parents. Clearly he was out of control, and taking advantage of her. That she left her door open while she played with herself was beside the point, she reasoned. He had no business looking in, much less pulling himself out and masturbating. Filled with shame, she wasn't thinking clearly, but something had to be done.
Brad and Kelly, Kevin's parents lived just up the street, three houses down. She and Frank knew them and occasionally got together for drinks or a barbecue on long weekends. Surely they should be aware of what their son was doing. As she walked from her room, slamming the door behind her, she saw no sign of Kevin or Jason for that matter. What had he been doing while his friend was practicing his perversions, she wondered. What happened to their planned trip to the River?
As she walked down the street, Pam grew more and more upset, not knowing how to bring this up with Brad and Kelly. How do you tell another parent that their son is a Peeping Tom? Or that he's getting his rocks off by lewdly staring at his best friend's mom? She'd be matter-of-fact, she decided. That's the best way, the only way, really. After all, if some other parent came to her with the same accusations, she'd want to be notified as well. This was for Kevin's own good.
She rang the bell and waited nervously, feeling a sheen of sweat on her palms. After a moment, Kelly answered the door. As always, Pam felt a bit out of place with her, Kelly was rather well endowed up top and always dressed to show her gigantic boobs off to best advantage. Today was no exception, Kelly wore a cropped halter top, nearly unbuttoned with short shorts. Pam did a quick once-over, just to make a tacit, unapproving point, and said:
"Hi, Kelly, can we talk?"
"Good morning, Pam, come in."
"Thanks."
The two women moved inside, into the living room and sat on the sofa. In the background, Pam heard the local classic rock radio station playing softly but heard nothing else. She smiled, not feeling at all comfortable, now that she was face to face with Kelly, but she was determined to finish this somehow.
"What's on your mind," Kelly said, sensing Pam's hesitation.
"I don't know how to start this," Pam began. She felt blood rush to her face and felt flush. Now faced with the prospect of telling Kelly of her son's misdeeds, she knew she'd have to give some background as to how he came to see her in her compromising position and that just wasn't something you told your neighbor. In her mind, she played her conversation, imagining how silly it would sound... "Well, you see Kelly, I was laying on my bed, playing with myself, and your son was watching me..." it just didn't sound at all like something she could say. She stammered "I, Uh..." but couldn't finish.
"Would you like something to drink?" Kelly asked.
"Oh, er, yeah... yes please," Pam managed to croak. She watched as Kelly left the room and cursed herself silently for coming now. At the time, it seemed so right, but now, she felt trapped. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shorts and wished that she'd never come here in the first place. Briefly she contemplated just leaving quietly, but as Kelly returned with two glasses of iced tea, that brilliant plan was moot as well.
"Thank you," she said, taking the offered glass.
Kelly said, "You're welcome." She sat back down on the couch and sipped her tea. "Jason's here, did you know?"
"No, I didn't," Pam replied. "I thought he was with Kevin. They were supposed to go to the River today."
"Well, I don't know where Kevin is at, but Jason is in the family room, I think with Heather, you remember her, don't you?"
Pam thought a bit and recalled that Heather was Brad's daughter from his first marriage. She was a bit older than Kevin and Jason, and Pam met her briefly a few times on the weekends she spent with her dad and step-mother. That explained why they didn't go to the river, Pam thought, putting two and two together. Jason and Heather, though? She wouldn't have imagined that pairing, perhaps it's not what I'm thinking though, she continued. Dear God, get your mind out of the gutter, she scolded herself.
"I wanted to talk to you about Kevin," Pam began. Blushing furiously, she continued. "He spent the night last night, and well... he saw some things... saw me actually... I was, well, I was getting something out of the refrigerator and Uh..."
Kelly laughed, as Pam stuttered her way through her story. "He got a peek, did he?" she laughed some more.
"Well, yes, he did," continued Pam, her righteous indignation rising once more. How could Kelly take this so lightly? It was her son, after all, didn't she care that he was a pervert? He had no business looking at her like that, and getting all turned on by it.
"He's a horny one, isn't he," Kelly chuckled.
Pam blushed even more at Kelly's earthy assessment of her son. Apparently she wasn't the first to notice his out of control hormones, after all, even his own mother acknowledged them. AND thought the whole situation funny!! How could she? Didn't she care?
"Yeah, ever since he hit puberty, we've had a struggle with him," Kelly said, sitting back on the couch. She sipped her tea again and continued. "Brad and I used to catch him peeking in on Heather the one summer we had her. He must have been about twelve at the time, couldn't leave her alone. He even walked in on me, once or twice, while I was taking a bath, then he'd just stand there, with his jaw hanging open, trying to act surprised. I think he did it on purpose though, you know how curious boys can be."
"Well, Uh, yes I do," Pam managed to splutter.
"He even treated Jason to a show once, we caught the two of them on a ladder peeking into Heather's bedroom window, they about fell off when Stan showed up," Kelly laughed some more. "I'm not surprised he took a peek at you. I'm sorry. You must be upset about it, coming over here and all."
"Yes, a little."
"Well, it's harmless, really, just a natural curiosity. They gotta grow up sometime."
"I agree, but..." Pam tried another avenue. "But he shouldn't be looking at me. Not that way, anyway, I'm old enough to be his mother."
"Sure, but Pam, why not you? You're very pretty."
Pam blushed even more at the unexpected compliment. "I don't think it's at all appropriate."
"He's nineteen, he doesn't give a damn about appropriate!" Kelly laughed very hard at this one. In a way, Pam saw her point and felt foolish for over-reacting. He was just nineteen, and she was pretty. Pretty enough to attract the attention of a healthy young man. She looked at Kelly and smiled for the first time.
"You do have a point there," she replied.
"They're boys, remember," Kelly said, placing her hand on Pam's thigh. The touch of her hand startled Pam and she jumped at the contact. "They really can't help themselves, can they? I remember my first boyfriend in high school, all hands and hormones. Gawd, he couldn't leave 'the girls'" Kelly looked down at her chest and cupped on of her massive breasts in her hands unnecessarily, "alone. You remember, don't you? It hasn't been that long. Hell, Heather's probably got Jason all hot and bothered right now. He's been over here as much as he can, sniffing at her every chance he gets. It's natural."
Pam thought that over and sipped her tea for the first time. She was right, she admitted to herself. Boys just couldn't help themselves. Frank couldn't pass up the opportunity to check out a woman when she walked into a restaurant, in spite of her scolding and chiding. Both Kevin and Jason would have the same problem, it was biologic. But Jason with Heather? That threw her for a loop and she idly wondered just what he was doing.
"Where did you say they were, Jason and Heather, I mean," Pam asked.
"I saw them in the family room a bit ago, but they do seem rather quiet, don't they?" Let's go find them." Kelly stood and led the way to the back of the house.
Pam followed Kelly and couldn't help but notice her long, tanned legs and shapely bottom as they walked. Finding the family room empty, Kelly turned back to Pam and said "They must be upstairs."
They climbed the stairs, Kelly still leading and Pam noticed that Kelly's shorts were dangerously short, she could see the bottom of her ass cheeks poking out from the bottoms, and only the smallest strip of material covered her private parts. No wonder Kevin looked, she thought, his own mother dresses so provocatively. Kelly reached the top of the stairs turned right and started down the hall. "Damn," she whispered, with a grin, "What if they're doing it right now?"
Pam didn't want to know if Heather and Jason were intimate, but she couldn't very well back down now. She followed Kelly to the end of the hall and stopped right behind her. Kelly listened at the door and her face lit up in a smile at the sounds she apparently heard. She whispered, "They're doing something alright." Silently, she turned the knob of the bedroom door and cracked it open just a bit.
Looking over Kelly's head, Pam saw her son kneeling on the bed, his back to the door. Heather lay before him and though neither woman could see exactly what was going on, it was obvious that she was sucking his cock. Jason's hips rocked back and forth, his head thrown back and both women could hear his guttural moanings. Pam didn't know what to think of all this, her son and Kelly's step-daughter, Oh God, it was too much for her to take. She felt faint and took a step backwards, nearly hitting the wall behind her. Kelly turned to say something else and noticed Pam's white face. Swiftly reacting, she silently closed the door again and grasped Pam's arm to steady her.
"Are you ok?" she asked in a faint whisper.
"Yeah, I think."
"Come on, let's get away from here, we don't want to disturb them." Kelly led Pam down the hallway again, past the stairs, to the master bedroom. "You look like you're going to faint, lie down," she directed and Pam did so on the bed. "Let me get a cold cloth."
Pam's mind couldn't grasp all the events and surprises of the morning. The shock of discovering her son intimate with the neighbor girl, the surprise of Kevin seeing her private parts in the kitchen this morning and getting all revved up over her, then seeing her playing with herself and actually beating off to her was too much to digest at once. She felt hot and cold at the same time and the crew neck of her T-shirt seemed to restrict her breathing. Kelly returned and found her gasping for air, pasty white, and pulling on her T-shirt.
"Here, let me," she said and tugged the crew neck down away from her throat. She placed the cloth on Pam's forehead and wiped away the beads of sweat. It felt so cool to her skin and relaxed her body. Sheesh, she thought, get ahold of yourself. Kelly daubed her face with the cloth and settled on the bed beside her. Their thighs rubbed together, but Pam ignored the contact and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. She felt the cloth swab her neck and face and tried to breath normally.
"You ok?" Kelly asked again.
"I'll be alright, really."
"For a minute there, I thought you would pass out on me," Kelly chuckled. The cloth continued to sooth her, calm her and Pam finally sighed with relief. "That's it, just relax." Kelly brushed a stray wisp of hair from her forehead and Pam looked up at her, seeing something in her eyes that wasn't there before. She was puzzled at first, but in her weakened state, she failed to recognize it for what it was. Kelly's thighs brushed hers again and Pam felt her hand find her breast, gently cupping it as she lay there, still faint and nearly defenseless.
Oh, oh, Kelly, no...
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