“What are you guys going to do to pass the week away?” I asked.

“Guess we will get our bathing suits on and spray each other with the water hose and play like we are at the beach,” Tim said as he was joined in laughter with BB.

The next morning, as I sat with my morning coffee reading the paper, BB came into the kitchen and walked up behind me and put his arms around me and gave me a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek, and said, “Good morning Momma. You look hot in that gown.”

I then realized that I had not dressed but was sitting there in my nightgown, and without anything under it. I made some feeble excuse about how I had forgotten that I had a house guest and I stammered as BB chuckled and said, “I like it, you are a very foxy Momma.”

“Oh BB you are just saying that to make me feel good,” as I felt a flutter between my thighs and a tingle in my clit. “What am I thinking? Damn it, I am a happily married woman and besides I am old enough to be his mother and he isn’t interested in an older woman anyway.”

The guys passed the day somehow. That evening Tim had a date but BB passed on the opportunity to go to the movie with Tim and his date. He instead chose to stay home and watch a movie with me. I made some popcorn and we watched the movie and sat on the couch together. BB joked about us being on a date and put his arm around me. I said, “OK, lets play like I am a teen-ager again and you are my date.”

He squeezed me and replied, “It’s OK by me, but if I treat you like my date, you may be asking for more than you bargained for Momma.”

“OK quit calling me Momma. I am Brenda and I am your date,” as I giggled and snuggled up to BB. He didn’t back off a bit and pulled me close and kissed me deeplyand passionately. My head was now spinning.