"Um, you boys must be starving. Would you like to stay home and I'll cook a nice dinner, or would you like to go out and eat at your favorite restaurant, Chris?" I ask and see Elijah's eyes glued to me. I step over by Chris and it's not long until Elijah is making his way behind me. 

"I think we would just rather stay home mom, maybe we can go out for breakfast in the morning." 

"Okay, I'll make spaghetti, meatballs and a chef salad with Italian bread?"

"Sounds good, mom, thanks. I'm going to go shower."

"Wait, Chris,-" Elijah soon steps in front of me and I have no idea if that look on his face a flirty look, or if I'm just being silly to think someone his age could be flirting with someone who is as old as me.

"I would love to help you cook, Erin."

"Do you always make it a habit of calling your friend's mother by their first name, Eli?"

"No, just the one who I really want to get to know a lot more," he says as he follows me in the kitchen.

"Eli, have a seat at the island and cut up the lettuce."

"I'm sorry, Erin,"

"No, it's fine, you can call me Erin. Do you mind if I call you Eli?"

"Not at all, but you're the only one I want calling me Eli," he grins. 

"I was sorry to hear about your divorce," he blurts out.

"What, Eli, why would you bring up my divorce?"

"I don't know, Erin. Chris was relieved you finally divorced his father. That man either has to be insane or plain stupid for letting someone as beautiful as you get away," he says.

"Eli, I am old enough to be your mother. Thank you for saying I'm beautiful, but you will go back to school and find a special girl or do you already have a girl?"

"No, I'm really not that attracted to girls my own age?" 

"What age of girls are you attracted to?" His eyes light up and a grin slowly forms on his face.

"What would you say if I told you my preference is for older women, Erin?"

"I, um, h-how much older?" I stutter out the words. He lowers his face in front of mine.

"You're at that perfect age that catches my attention," he whispers causing me to pull back.

"Eli, this is insane. Number one, we just met, and number two, I'm old enough to be your mother. You and my son are the same age. No way is anything going to happen."

"Number one, Erin, it doesn't matter if we just met, you know the attraction is there, number two, you're not my mother which makes this legal."

"What do think this is, Eli?  I will never allow us to go to a forbidden place.  As I said, this is insane. You are my son's friend, we don't know each other and I'm seriously starting to consider keeping it that way," I step past him only to feel his hand grabbing my hand. My eyes look up to meet his piercing beautiful blue eyes. Just him looking at me wakes up the deepest forbidden desires within my core. No man has looked at me with such passion like he wants to devour every part of me, and a big part of me wants to let him.  I'm brought back to a harsh reality when I hear my name being called out.

"Mom, is dinner ready?" Chris says as he opens the door to the fridge.

"Umm, yes, you boys go ahead in the dining room, take your sodas with you."

"No way, Erin. You cannot allow anything to happen. I know I haven't been with a man for over two years, but he's your son's friend and the same age as Chris, no, no, no, hell no," I scold myself and soon feel someone pressing themselves up against me from behind. I close my eyes and feel a hard thick object on my ass and feel him firmly grip my hips.  I soon feel his soft breath next to my ear.

"Soon Erin, you will be giving in to your deepest erotic desires, and I will be more than happy to give you what your ex-husband denied you. I can feel how your body is dying to be pleasured. And believe me, I won't leave any part of you unsatisfied," he seductively whispers sending shivers down my spine. I feel my body cling to his and my panties soon revel how turned on he's got me.

"Oh god please," I moan.

"Oh yeah, believe me, I'll have you moaning my name and begging me to pleasure every inch of you,' he whispers as his hand travels up under my skirt. I soon feel his fingers fighting to get under my wet panties. I lean back against him lost in my erotic stupor. His fingers find what's dying to be pleasured, he slightly pinches it. His fingers then find my entrance and without warning, he plunges them deep inside of me. 

"Fuck," I snap feeling his fingers plunging in and out of me causing my knees to go weak. His right arm holds me up and his mouth finds its way on my neck. 

"Our next erotic encounter I want you to take control over my body, Erin," he says as he pulls his fingers from my wet core. I look up to see him sucking on them.

"Yum, I can't wait to get a better taste of you," he grins before making his way back to the dining room.

"Holy crap, Erin. Oh god, I can't believe I just let him do that to me. Okay, that is the end of it, this will never happen again," I try convincing myself but all I can do is smile thinking how just his fingers roughly pleasuring me gave the best orgasm I've had in a long time."

"Mom, what are you doing in there? Come in here and eat with us," I hear Chris. I open the fridge door and grab a beer. 

"Please don't let Chris suspect anything between me and Elijah because there will never be anything between me and Elijah."

"Mom, what are you doing in here and what is up with Elijah, were you two in here making out?" I spit out a mouth full of beer on the floor stunned he just asked me that.

"Damn, mom, calm down I was just joking I know you would never make out with one of my friends," he chuckles causing me to feel guilty. Elijah soon comes back in and he mouths some words.

"We're nowhere finished, Erin."

"Umm, boys, you go ahead and eat. All of a sudden, I have a headache.  I'm going to go take a hot bath and then go to bed."

"Are you alright, mom?" I hear Chris ask me as I quickly exit the kitchen.

"Yes, Chris, I'm fine," I shout.

"Okay, you will have to forgive my mother, she isn't normally this rude, I blame my asshole father for her depression and mood swings. He has made her feel like she isn't worth anything and nobody will ever love her like she deserves to be loved. He makes feel replaceable. I kind of hope she meets a decent guy and he gives her what she deserves to have."

"Don't worry, Chris, I have a good feeling your mother will start being happy again, and who knows, maybe she will find someone who will make sure her every desire is met."