Molly (Erotic Short)

by Starr, Cami

  Molly

  An Erotic Short Story

  by Cami Starr

  Please, Call Me Molly…

  Molly McDonald folded her the blue jeans and placed them on the stack of clothes she'd put aside for her eighteen-year-old son. Richard was in his last year of high school and would be home from his job at the local ice cream parlor in a few minutes. She finished folding the clothes she had washed and went into the kitchen to start dinner. Before she had decided what to prepare, Richard walked in the door and kissed her on the cheek.

  "Hi, Mom.

  "Hello dear. How was work?"

  "We were busy tonight. But I have to run. I'm meeting Ben at nine."

  "You don't want to eat before you go?" she yelled down the hall as Richard ran to his bedroom to change clothes. A few minutes later he returned to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He pulled out an apple and took a bite.

  "No time for dinner, Mom. I'll grab a burger at the Fast Meal Barn."

  Molly was disappointed. She had held off on making dinner so she could eat with Richard. But he was now grown up, so she understood his need to run out the door and be with his friends. It didn't help her disappointment, however.

  "I guess I'll just order a pizza then," she said. As Richard was about to run out the door she said, "Take your clothes to your bedroom, please. They're on the sofa."

  "Now, Mom?"

  "Yes, now. I washed and folded them. The least you can do is put them away."

  Richard turned and looked at his mom. He felt a little guilty. Since his parents finalized their divorce she had been lonely and wanted to spend as much time with him as she could, but he was always running with his friends.

  He raced to the living room and grabbed his stack of clothes, then ran them down the hall to his bedroom. When he returned to the kitchen Molly was looking up the pizza delivery service on her laptop, which she often kept on the counter beside the stove.

  Richard stopped and caught her attention.

  "Why don't we do lunch tomorrow?" he asked.

  They often had lunch together on Saturdays since Richard usually slept most of the morning and went out at night. He told her he'd buy. She agreed. Then he kissed her on the cheek and walked out the door, closing it shut behind him.

  The next day, Molly sat at a table in the corner of their favor Tex-Mex restaurant, La Hacienda. Richard was ten minutes late. When he walked in he was with a friend. Molly waved from her table and the boys walked over, each taking a seat.

  "I hope you don't me bringing along Manny," Richard apologized.

  "You didn't call me last night," his mom shot back.

  "I know. I'm sorry. Manny's mom said I could crash on their sofa. We didn't get in until two in the morning and I figured it too late to call you then."

  Molly took a break and held her hand out for Manny to shake.

  "I'm Molly."

  “Manuel,” her son’s friend replied. He took Molly's hand in his and squeezed.

  He had strong hands, which sent a tingle up Molly's spine. She was immediately attracted to Manuel even though he was half her age. He was tall and dark haired with a broad shoulder. Molly got a glimpse of his pecs through his muscle shirt and was impressed at how toned they were. She concluded he must do a lot of heavy lifting.

  "You spend a lot of time in the gym?" she asked.

  Manuel's dark brown eyes bored a hole through hers and he smiled.

  "A little bit."

  "Manuel plays on the baseball team. He's one of the school's all-star athletes. He'll probably get a scholarship."

  "Oh, really?"

  Molly didn't bother hiding how impressed she was.

  "Any idea where you'll be going to school?"

  "I have a couple of prospects, but I'm not mentioning names until I get accepted."

  "That's very wise of you," Molly said, not taking her eyes off him.

  Richard seemed oblivious to the fact that his own mother was flirting with his friend. When the waitress arrived, she took their drink orders and scampered away. The boys made a comment about how cute she was. Molly overlooked it and turned back to Richard.

  "So where did you go last night?"

  "The Emporium."

  "Is that place still around? They were popular when I was your age."

  "Yeah, it's improved a lot," Manuel said. "My mom told me all about how it looked twenty years ago. It looks a lot snazzier today."

  "I'll have to step in and take a look."

  Molly glanced at Manuel as Richard studied the menu. Manuel made eye contact surreptitiously through the corner of his eye. He was as attracted to Molly as she was to him, but he was careful not to let on to Richard that he was digging his mom.

  "Oh," Manuel turned his head toward Richard. "Coming to my party next Saturday?"

  "Oh I forgot. His eighteenth birthday. He invited me and I forgot to tell you."

  "Eighteen? So you're going to be a voter," Molly exclaimed, suddenly feeling a little bit self-conscious.

  "Yeah, I guess I am," Manuel laughed.

  Molly put her hand on Richard's arm. "You can absolutely go to his party. In fact, I insist that you do, and I'll even chip in for the birthday present."

  Manuel blushed. "You don't have to do that, Mrs. --"

  "Nonsense! And cut out that Mrs. business. You can call me Molly."

  Richard suddenly took notice that his mother was blushing.

  "Okay, Molly. You're welcome to attend the party as well. My folks are inviting their friends and there will be some adult beverages. Drop by if you want. It starts at seven."

  "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the invite."

  After dinner, Manuel and Richard for their afternoon of guy time. Molly went shopping. She thought about Manuel all week. She tried to think of a reason she had to attend his party without Richard knowing she had the hots for his friend.

  On Thursday she purchased Manuel a nice birthday gift with a card, writing on it "from Richard and Molly."

  "I hope you don't mind," she said, hoping Richard wouldn't get upset that she bought a gift from both of them.

  "Well, I was going to get him a gift. I just hadn't gone shopping yet."

  "Now you don't have to."

  "Guess not. Thanks, Mom."

  "Don't mention it,” she replied. “Say, would it be okay if I tagged along. I'd like to see the look on his face."

  Richard shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, I guess so."

  "We'll go in separate cars. That way, I can leave early and you can stay as long as you want."

  "That's fine," Richard said.

  When Saturday came, Molly dressed up nice, but not too formal. She wanted to look pretty for Manuel without letting on to Richard that she was getting all dressed up to impress his best friend.

  She put on an old dress that she still liked and that didn't look overly worn along with a pair of nice shoes and some nylons. She applied just enough make up to look good without appearing trashy or desperate.

  Richard had gone ahead of her, arriving at quarter after seven. Molly walked out the door at quarter of eight and showed up at Manuel's house where he lived with his parents at five after. Manuel's mom answered the door.

  "Hi! You must be Molly?"

  "Is it obvious?"

  "Not really. Richard told me what you'd be driving. We're so glad to have you. We were just about to cut the cake."

  "Oh, goodie. Has he opened the gifts yet?"

  "No, that will come after the cake."

  "Great. I wanted to see him open the gifts."

  Molly stepped in and watched as Manuel blew out the candles then cut the cake. He gave his mother the first piece, then Molly the next. After that, his father took over and started handing out cake, giving Ma
nuel the next piece.

  "Would you like a drink, Molly?" Manuel's mom, Angie, asked.

  "Sure. Do you have wine?"

  "I'll get it."

  Manuel put his cake down and went to the wet bar. He poured Molly a red wine and delivered it. She managed to brush her hand against his as the wine glass exchanged hands.

  Later in the evening, after Manuel opened his gifts, his mom and dad decided to open the pool. Manuel and Richard were the first to jump in. Other guests slowly waded in while Molly sat on the side of the pool and watched. Manuel caught her attention at one point and asked if she'd like to join the rest of the party in the pool.

  "Thank you," she said apologetically. "I didn't bring a swimsuit."

  "You can borrow one of mine," Angie offered. "You look about my size."

  Molly tried to refuse, but the guests, including Richard, managed to guilt her into it. Everyone was having a great time and just about all the guests were beginning to feel good under the influence of the alcohol.

  "Come on. I'll pick you something out."

  Angie took Molly's hand and led her into the house, through the living room, and to a room near the back of the house. Molly thought it must have been a guest room as it hardly lived in at all, though it had a bed and a dresser, which was full of clothes. They entered the bedroom, where Angie filtered through some swimsuits in the top drawer of the dresser and handed one to Molly. Then she pointed to a bathroom down the hall and said, "You can change in there. Come on out when you're ready."

  Molly went into the bathroom as Angie returned to the pool. When Manuel saw his mother at the pool, he snuck away without Richard or anyone else noticing. He bumped into Molly in the hall as she was exiting the bathroom.

  "Oh, perfect timing," he joked. "Right where I was headed. By the way, thanks for the awesome gift."

  "You're welcome," Molly said, ensuring her boobs were set right in her bikini top. "I thought you might like that."

  "I love it. How did you know the Orioles were my favorite team?"

  "A little bird told me," Molly giggled, shaking her shoulders so that her breasts wiggled.

  Manuel backed her up against the hallway wall and leaned over her with his hand on the wall. He was a good six inches taller than Molly and towered over her like a statue. His chest, still wet with the water from the pool, pressed against her breasts gently as he put his lips against her ear.

  "Would that little bird's name be Richard?"

  Giggling, Molly said, "Maybe." Then she poked Manuel in the chest with her finger and gently pushed him away, backing him up against the opposite wall. When his back hit the wall, she flattened her palm against his chest and slid it across his nipple. "You, sir, need to behave yourself."

  "Whassamatter, Molly? You don't like young men wet with desire?"

  By now it was clear to both of them they had a mutual interest. There was no use pretending. Molly wanted to jump Manuel right there in the hall, but she knew the risk was too great. She didn't want Richard or Manuel's parents to walk in on them. She gave Manuel a playful slap on the arm and said, "Don't be silly, young man. You're not that wet. Besides," she stepped forward, placing her breasts against his chest, pushing them hard against him just below his pecs. She had to tiptoe to whisper in his ear and said, "there's a time and a place for every purpose."

  When she stepped back, she reached for her bikini top again and wiggled it back into place. It wasn't really out of place, but she enjoyed pretending that it was - for Manuel's benefit.

  "Does it look like fits right to you?" she asked.

  As she was playing with the swimsuit top she could see Manuel's hard on through his swim shorts. That turned her on and made her want to pull him into the bathroom with her. But she resisted the urge. Her face reddened with Manuel responded.

  "I'll need to inspect it a little more closely to be completely sure," he said and reached up with his hand to touch her breast. She let him. His hand was warm and tender against her nipple as he caressed it through the fabric of his mother's bikini top. He did the same with his other hand before cupping both breasts in his palms and pushing up. He watched her cleavage rise and let the breasts drop. They fell smoothly into place with a bounce. When nothing fell out, he said, "Perfect."

  Molly grinned. Her smile filled her whole face. "Thanks," she said with a slight jaunt and walked away.

  Manuel watched. Molly shook her hips a little more aggressively than she would otherwise. It wasn't often she had a captive audience, and certainly not one as appreciative as Manuel. When she had disappeared out the door and into the back yard, Manuel stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. He slapped some cold water on his face and touched himself under his swim shorts. He waited for the hard on to subside and went back down to the pool.

  The party lasted until midnight. Molly had long gone by then. She excused herself just before eleven, and though she left earlier than Richard, she wasn't the first guest to leave so she didn't feel entirely guilty. She told Angie she'd return her swimsuit some time during the week. It would give her an excuse to come back and see Manuel again. So grabbed her dress and purse and drove home.

  She barely slept all night, thinking of Manuel. She could feel him thinking of her too. She and Richard's father had been divorced for only a year and she hadn't been with another man since he left. Manuel made her feel like she was eighteen again.

  The way he looked at her, the way he touched her breasts, the way he smiled when she talked, everything, it all made her feel as if she could relive a high school dream. And now that he was eighteen and perfectly legal, she didn't feel guilty at all about wanting to get down with her son's friend. She knew he wanted it too, which made it all the better. She reached down between her legs and played with herself until she climaxed. Sometime in the night she managed to fall asleep.

  Monday afternoon came and she got off work at three. She had taken Angie's swimsuit that morning in hopes of dropping it by after work. She hoped it to time it just right that Manuel would be home and his parents wouldn't. Richard was usually home by four, so she thought that might be the magic number.

  At four fifteen she knocked on the door. To her relief, Manuel answered. He was wearing baseball pants and a muscle shirt.

  "Hello Mr. baseball player, is Angie at home?"

  "No, actually. She doesn't get off work usually until five. I'm on my way to baseball practice."

  "I was just dropping off her swimsuit." She help it up with a gleam in her eye, hoping he'd invite her in. "And to say thank you for a wonderful party. I had fun. And if I didn't say it Saturday night, happy birthday."

  Manuel chuckled.

  "Actually, you did say it, but thanks." After a short pause and a moment of silence, he added, "Would you like to come in?"

  "It won't make you late, will it?"

  "If it does, coach will get over it."

  He stepped aside so Molly could sashay through the doorway. He watched her lilt as her business dress announced its presence.

  "I'll take that," he said, reaching for the swimsuit.

  Molly handed it to him and he closed the door, then he led her into the living room.

  "Would you like something to drink?"

  "Actually, there's something else I'd like."

  Manuel threw his mother's swimsuit onto the coffee table and turned around. He was going to ask her "what's that?" but when he locked his eyes on her she had dropped her dress to the floor and was standing in the living room in a pink negligee. She had managed to kick her shoes off as well. Her painted toe nails made her look more like a woman than she did even on Saturday night. She stood in such a way that her womanly curves were accentuated. He never wanted her more than he did right then.

  He moved toward her slowly, removing his muscle shirt and tossing it to the floor. When he was close enough he swept her up in his arms and kissed her. Molly's lips locked with his and their tongues danced, gently pricking each other's tip as if trying to test each other's lim
its.

  When they came up for air, Molly fell limp in Manuel's arms. He held her in limbo, keeping her from falling to the floor with nothing but his strong baseball player arms.

  "There's one more thing you can do to make my birthday the best thing ever."

  He stared into Molly's eyes with earnest. She melted, staring back. Her voice was dry and she couldn't find the words that wanted to come out. For a moment, she thought her heart stopped beating. Manuel placed his lips to hers one more time.

  Manuel picked Molly up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the sofa and lay her down, pressed his hand against her breast again, just like he had Saturday night. Through the negligee, he played with Molly's nipple, feeling it harden and grow right before his eyes. She let him play, enjoying it, wishing it would last forever. When he was satisfied that she was completely turned on, he pulled the shoulder strap of her negligee down over her arm, exposing her breast. Before Molly could adjust to the fresh air teasing her nipple Manuel's mouth was on it. His lips wrapped around and his tongue flitted across it, and he sucked on it until Molly crooned from the back of her throat unconsciously.

  Molly was lost. Manuel's tongue went from breast to between her legs before she knew what had happened. There hardly seemed like a second between them.

  His hand went first. While sucking her breast, Manuel reached under the negligee and touched Molly's clit. She was wearing nothing.

  She was already wet by the time he touched her. His finger rolled around on her clit like a basketball on a rim, gliding effortlessly as she took in every sensation, blindingly letting him have his way. With Molly's nipple still in his mouth, he slipped his finger into her vagina slowly. Something inside Molly's brain exploded. She lost herself.

  Manuel lowered himself, slowly pumping his finger inside Molly as he moved his lips from her breast to below her hips. He pushed her thighs out of the way and pressed his face in, taking her clit between his lips and sucking it like he had moments before been sucking her nipple.

  Molly opened herself up for him. She threw her leg over the back of the sofa and let him go deeper with his tongue. He had two fingers in now.