Your son, my lover

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“What are you staring at?” said Julie as she came up silent on slippered feet beside her friend Elaine, who was gazing out of the picture window.

Elaine turned with a smile. “Nothing much. My future, I suppose.”

“Future, huh? And what do you see?”


“Why? You’re still young.”

“Forty next birthday, divorced for the second time, and haven’t been laid in almost three years.”


“Ouch is right. Sheesh, Jules, I get so horny sometimes, I could, well, I don’t know what. You’re all right. You have Bob, and I just need to see the two of you together to know that the last time you got laid was probably last night.”

Julie flushed. “This morning, actually.” She reached out and squeezed her friend’s hand. “I know, sweetie, I’m lucky.”

“Yes, you are, and if I didn’t like you and Bob so much I could be jealous. As it is, I’m just happy for you.”

“Thank you.” There was a long pause, a comfortable one, as the two had been friends since high school. “So, what do you want, Elaine? Husband? Lover? Friend?”

“Friends? I have friends, Jules, good ones, like you and Bob, so one of the first two, and in the short term, probably the second, a lover.” She looked across. “Jules, you’ve got your scheming look on again. What are you planning?”

Julie grimaced. “Not sure, to be honest. Just a wild thought that crossed my mind.”


“This lover of yours, is there an age limit?”

“Old enough to maintain an erection long enough to make me climax,” said Elaine, laughing. “Legally old enough, too, eighteen or older, and preferably not too much older than me. Maybe fifty, tops. Why do you ask?”

“Remember, last year, the beach? You, Bob and me, Jamie, and Helen?”


“Jamie had his new digital camera with him, remember, and he took loads of photos, including one or two of you, in that blue-and-white bikini.”

“The one I wore once, two sizes too small? That one?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” said Julie, laughing. “You know Jamie’s very good with computers?”

“Yes, because that’s why he’s studying computer science at college.”

“True, but I was thinking more of what he learned before he went.”

“Such as? Tell, Julie, because you have me intrigued.”

“You know he came back from college last week?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Yesterday, while he and Helen were out with their dad, I was tidying some stuff away in his room, and dislodged some of his college papers he had on his bedside table. When I picked them up, there were two photographs, both of you.”

“Of me? Whatever would Jamie want photos of me for?”

“You like Jamie, don’t you?”

“Of course I do, he’s a sweetie. Always polite, good looking, intelligent, and he always pretends he’s pleased to see me.”

“Because he is, silly. Anyway, back to the photographs. I want your promise, on oath, that you will never reveal this conversation to anyone, without my express permission. Especially not to Jamie.”

“You’re serious aren’t you?” said Elaine, gazing at her friend, feeling confused as to why the sudden secrecy.

“Absolutely, Elaine, dead serious.”

There was a long pause, until Elaine nodded. “All right, Julie, you have my promise.”

Julie nodded. “The photographs? One was of you in the bikini. Three-quarter front shot, full length, smiling at the camera. I’ll tell you, Elaine, you looked hot!”

“I was! With embarrassment, most likely.”

“Didn’t show. Anyway, that was one of the shots. The other was a little – different.”

“Different? How?”

“You’ve never posed nude for Jamie?”

Elaine stared at her friend for a long moment, then burst out laughing. “No, I never have! Why do you ask? Oh! The other photograph!”

“Yes, the other photograph. Digital manipulation, I think, but it was the same shot, except that you were totally nude.

Elaine stood open-mouthed for a long, long, moment while Julie held her breath, but then Elaine burst out laughing. “God, I think I’m flattered!”

Julie grinned. “You looked good.”

“What did you do with the photographs?”

“Put them back where I found them, and said nothing to Jamie.”

“Good. Um, where did you say they were?”

“Jamie’s bedside table.” Julie avoided her friend’s eye for a moment, then looked up. “I think he keeps them there as stimulus, when he jacks off. I know he does jack off, because there are some things you can’t hide from a woman who does your laundry.”

“You’re telling me your son keeps a nude picture of me beside his bed as masturbatory stimulus?”

With a wry look on her face, Julie nodded.

Elaine laughed, bright, merry. “I’m definitely flattered. God, that thought makes me feel good!”

Julie smiled. “I’m pleased you’ve taken it so well.”

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