"Uh...Er...Excuse me, Mrs Miller. Can I get a drink, please?"

The sound of her son's friend, Tommy, broke her reverie. She opened her eyes, squinting against the light. As she focussed, she realised she was looking straight at the youngster's groin as he knelt beside her looking down rather embarrassedly at her. His young body glistened with droplets of water and drying salt. Tommy was twelve, the same age as Mike, her son. He was also lean and wiry like Mike but dark-haired where her son was blond. He was wearing a thin pair of Speedos and she felt her sex quiver as she saw the bulge of the young boy's cupped genitals beneath the red nylon. She certainly liked men and boys to wear speedo type briefs on the beach and absolutely hated the fashion baggy shorts many of them wore. She had told both Mike and his father, Samuel, that she wouldn't be seen dead with them if they dressed like that and had personally bought their swimwear for them, the smallest bikini type she could find. The suit she had just bought herself, though, was by far the skimpiest she had ever worn, even at a private pool.

"Er...Mrs Miller?"

"Oh. Sorry, Tommy. I was miles away," she said. She started to rise then realised she had undone her bikini top. She saw Tommy's eyes flash to her breasts as they came up off the towel. He blushed and she smiled, feeling rather naughty. She let herself remain up for a moment longer, feeling her nipples stiffen as the boy looked at them, then looked away, then back at them, his face bright red. Cheryl let herself relax back on to the towel and looked up at the youngster. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Tomy blushed even more, his gaze trying unsuccessfully to look away from the swell of her breasts showing out from beneath her. "Er..I..its okay, Mrs Miller...I...er..I just wanted a drink. I..If there's enough," he stammered.

Cheryl had her head sideways towards him and noticed the bulge in his red bathers had become larger. The thought of being capable of arousing a young lad so easily and quickly made her feel a sense of power. She squirmed a little on her towel as her lust suddenly blossomed. She noticed Tommy's eyes glance down at her bared buttocks as she moved. She realised she was almost completely nude down the length of her back. Her bikini bottom was a small V at the top of her buttocks, the thong coming from just below her pussy and going right up between her cheeks, appearing again only at the cleavage. She had had to shave herself down there before she could wear it. She felt herself moistening as her thoughts progressed. She clenched her buttocks and was rewarded with seeing the boy glance down at them again.

"Sure, Tommy," she said, her voice low and seductive. "There are plenty in the esky. Is Mike still in swimming?"

Tommy turned around towards the esky, the movement giving Cheryl a better view of the jutting front of his bathers. He looked to be half erect and he brought his legs around to hide himself from her as he got a drink out. He looked back towards the sea as he drank. "Yes. He's doing some body-surfing. I got too thirsty," he said. "Its a bit too cold in the water, too. I felt like getting a bit of a sunbake." He looked down at her then reached over and got his towel. "Do you mind if I lie down here?" he asked her, indicating the patch beside her.

"Not at all, honey," Cheryl said, causing Tommy to blush again. "Don't be shy, Tommy. You're Mike's best friend and I'd like you to be as relaxed with me as you are with him and Mr Miller. Okay?"

The boy nodded and spread his towel out beside her's. She watched his slender tanned body as he got everything organised. He was certainly a good looking boy, she thought, her eyes wandering over his lean, smooth torso, his firm thighs and developing chest and arms; and, of course, that wonderful bulge. Here was her opportunity, she realised, to find out what was under the material. She was feeling so horny and the thought of seducing this youngster increased that feeling. She raised herself slightly, just so her nipples were off the towel, just as Tommy was going to lie down. He stopped instantly, his eyes drawn to her full breasts. When he saw she was watching him look at her, he turned as scarlet as his trunks.

"I..I..I'm sorry, Mrs M..Miller," he stammered. "I..I..didn't mean..." He was clearly flustered.

"Hey, its okay," she laughed softly, reaching a hand out to him. "I don't mind you looking at my breasts. In fact its rather flattering. Do they still look good?"

"Mrs Miller!...Er...I..I..You shouldn't...er...." Tommy looked at her in confusion.

Cheryl leaned up a little higher and glanced around them. There was noone near them that could see anything. She raised herself higher and put a hand under the breast nearest Tommy. "What's the matter, Tommy. Haven't you seen a woman's breasts before? A big boy like you?"

"Awww, Mrs Miller," he said shyly. "You're a lady and..." His voice trailed off as he gazed at the breast being held by her. It was full and firm and he could see the darker skin around her nipple where it rested on her palm.

"Do you like it?" she asked him softly, her voice husky and low. Tommy gulped and nodded. "Would you like to feel it?" she asked him, teasing him. Tommy didn't know how to respond. He'd never had anything like this happen to him before. His penis had stiffened and he suddenly became conscious of it tenting out his bathers. He quickly rearranged it so it wasn't so obvious. Cheryl saw his movement and she grinned, touching his arm. "I can see you would like to," she said seductively, her hand taking his. Slowly she brought it to her breast, letting him go as his fingers touched her soft skin. "You can touch it," she said, "Stroke it like this," and she slowly caressed around its fullness. Tommy tentatively followed her hand with his. She trembled as his fingers travelled softly over her nipple but then he pulled his hand back as though he'd touched a burning coal. He sat back on his heels, his hands in his lap hiding his tumescence, his face burning and his breathing ragged. Cheryl realised with surprise that the lad was very shy. In spite of his very outgoing personality, his rough-house behaviour with Mike and Samuel, his air of confidence, he had obviously never had much intimacy with anyone. Then she realised he lived in a house with no women. She remembered Mike saying his mother had cleared out leaving him with just his dad and an older brother. She was going to have to play this very carefully if she didn't want to scare him off.

"That was lovely, Tommy," she told him, smiling up into his shy eyes. "You have a lovely touch. Its a pity it was so brief." She paused, her hand reaching out and resting on his knee. "Would you do something for me, honey?" she asked. He looked at her. "Would you rub suntan oil on me? I can feel I'm starting to burn."

Tommy looked at the woman lying in front of him. His penis was soooo stiff! She was nearly completely naked! And she had let him...no!...she had made him to touch her breast! And he had! And felt her nipple! Now she wanted him to put oil on her and she was undressed almost completely! He wanted desperately to touch her, wanted to look at her and feel her, but it was his best friend's mum! She was a grown-up lady and all! He was uncertain what to do next. Should he do what she wanted? Or should he go back to the water? If he did that, he thought, she might get upset. Then he'd feel bad and the day would be spoiled for everyone......(cont)