Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Milf Transformation:>>Ep1

NB: This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains themes of erotic horror and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy.

My name is Sydney Grant and I'm a 36-year-old mother of two. Its 2003 and my life up to this point had been nothing to write about having married young due to my becoming pregnant. My husband divorced me five years ago leaving me to tend to our kids as they grew older. Since then I immersed myself in their lives hoping to avoid the heartache that still lingered within me (I had not been with a man since my divorce five years ago). My children are now in college leaving me with more time on my hands than I know what to do with. I keep myself busy at work as a high school teacher, but the nights and weekends tend to be long and lonely. I was so looking forward to the summer, as I knew both my kids would be home from school.

Early in April as another school year was winding down I received a phone call from my son that shook my world as I knew it. My son Michael called to let me know that both he and his sister were planning on spending their summer break traveling in Europe with their dad. Much to my surprise I encouraged them to enjoy themselves exploring new cultures. I spent that night sobbing in bed, feeling sorry for myself, wondering how I would pass the time away. The last month of the school year drug on for what seemed an eternity. I was ruing the last day of school unsure of how I would hold up both physically and emotionally. This past year alone had been so difficult for me spending most of my time wallowing in my own self-pity. I did not have any close friends that I could confide in so I was left alone to deal with my feelings.

Needless to say I spent a lot of time at the health club working off my "frustrations". It seemed to help me deal with my feelings and it did keep me looking trim and fit. I have to say that even though I was nearing my 37th birthday I felt good about the way I looked. I am 5'8" and weigh 120lbs. My breasts for the most part have kept their roundness and my legs were still long and shapely. I am a 36C-24-37 though it was hard to tell since I didn't seem to care much about my appearance.

It was the third weekend in May when I began to awake from my self-induced coma. It was a warm lovely spring day and I decided to soak up some sun in my backyard. I was on my stomach reading a book when I heard a familiar voice call out, "Hey Mrs. G. how are you?"

I glanced up and saw my son's best friend from high school Ty standing outside the gate sporting a big grin. I jumped up and walked toward the gate beaming, so glad to see a friendly face once again, "Ty it's so nice to see you again. I thought you were still at school?"

Ty must have sensed something was wrong as he inquired, "Mrs G is everything OK?" I looked at him as I forced a smile and replied, "Ty everything is fine. I'm sorry but Mike and Meg won't be home this summer. They'll be with their dad in Europe and I'm just feeling a little sorry for

but don't feel bad. I'll be around all summer if you need anything." Hearing him say that lifted my spirits a little, knowing I would at least have a friendly face nearby. I've always liked Ty, as he was very polite and friendly. I

skinny kid that I had known all these years but rather a handsome well built young man. "I'll tell

roared back, "Mrs G come on this is me Ty. You know my parents. They'd kill me if my grades weren't up to their expectations. I just meant it was fun to be

again. Suddenly my problems weren't that important. Listening and looking at Ty I found myself wishing

girlfriend? Is she nice? What does

me, "Mrs G what makes you think I have a

I just thought that a handsome young man would have his pick of

"Mrs G I'm glad you like the way I look because I think you look pretty damn nice as well. I have to go now but it was nice seeing you again. Remember I'll be around if you need anything. If you talk

guilty knowing that an 18-year-old was thinking about me that way. All I could sheepishly muster as he left was "Bye." As I sat watching Ty leave I felt a sudden warm glow inside me, a warmth that had not stirred within me in quite sometime. I savored the feeling as it permeated through my body. I was torn inside. How could I be attracted to my son's best friend? How do I know Ty wasn't just being nice? How could