Is What Those Boys Said True?

Lara had always enjoyed the stillness of the house after everyone had gone to bed. Albeit tonight, that was much later than usual.

Those boys and their video games. She thought as she looked at the clock on the wall.

But now the only sound was the hum of the under-cabinet lights casting their soft glow. She felt a warm ambiance as she leaned against the counter, sipping from her glass and letting the sweet red relax her.

She was on her second glass when she heard the faint sound of footsteps padding down the hallway. She assumed it was Ben; he often woke up in the middle of the night and made his way to the kitchen for a glass of water, but to her surprise, Greg appeared in the doorway, looking a bit sheepish.

“Mrs. Thompson, I didn't expect you up this late,” Greg said, his voice low a slight grin on his face.

Lara smiled, feeling the effects of the ****, making her a bit more carefree than usual. “I thought all you boys had finally turned in?”

He shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah, they have. I couldn't sleep. Thought I would raid the kitchen. Though I'm more thirsty than hungry. You don't mind if I have a drink, do you?”

“Of course not,” Lara said, her words slightly slurred as she set her glass down.

Then, a mischievous thought crossed her mind. In her **** state, she wondered just how truthful all those jabs the boys had lobbed at Greg about his feelings toward her were. “Actually, why don’t you join me? There’s plenty.” Lara held up the more than half-full bottle as proof.

Greg hesitated, clearly surprised at being offered ****. He quickly composed himself and sat down across from the hot mom. “Sure, but you know I'm not twenty-one. But I promise not to turn you in for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. ”

“First, you're not a minor. Second, I doubt this is your first drink,” Lara coaxed, grabbing another glass from the cabinet and pouring a small amount of wine into it.

Greg took the glass, his hand brushing hers as he did so, and for a moment, there was an electric tension between them. He looked at her, then down at the glass, and finally back up at her. “Don't tell my mother. In her eyes I am still her chaste little boy.”

“Some mothers are more idealistic than others,” she said, giving him a teasing smile. “And others see a situation for what it is.”

They both took a sip, and the silence stretched out, comfortable yet charged. With a playful smirk, she decided to begin her interrogation. “So, Greg,” she began, her tone light and teasing, “I couldn’t help but overhear earlier. Is it true what they were saying? Do you think I'm the hot mom? Do you want me?"

Greg paused his next sip of wine sitting there sloshing between his mouth and the glass. Finally, he downed the remainder and set down his glass. Lara began to refill it without asking permission. “You heard huh? I'm not going to lie. You are stunningly beautiful, Mrs. Thompson. But it would be wrong for me to "want" my best friend's mom.”

Lara at the compliment. It had been a while since a man had sincerely commented on her looks with such sincerity and fervor. And also there was something about hearing it from this boy that made it a bit more special. “Please call me Lara. Stunningly beautiful huh? That's high praise. I wouldn't go saying that within earshot of Trista.”

Greg set his second glass down; His hand was unsteady. He had already imbibed over half of the wine. Lara had been wrong in her assumption that he was a drinker. Ben and the rest of his friends did sneak beers and mixed drinks, but Greg had always abstained. He had only accepted the glass because it was Lara who offered it. Any reservations about not being completely truthful were washed away by the strong drink. “Yeah, she would be royally pissed. But I meant what I said. No one holds a candle to you. Not Trista, not anyone."

Lara was shocked. She had always suspected this boy had a crush on her. But the way Greg had just confessed was beyond crush. This boy had feelings for her. "Greg I'm flattered, but..."

Greg ignored Lara's shocked response. He rose to his feet and walked around to her side of the table. "You seem tense."

"It's to be expected," Lara responded, trying to spin around to keep an eye on Greg. Her foggy brain could not keep track of the boy and also try to work out the situation.

"Yes, a long day and a house full of rowdy boys. Let me help you," Greg said before placing his hands on the MILF's shoulders and beginning to massage.

Lara’s breath hitched as Greg’s fingers began to work on the knots in her shoulders. He was surprisingly skilled, his touch firm yet gentle, and she found herself melting under his hands. A soft purr of contentment escaped her lips before she could stop it.

“Mmm, that feels amazing,” she murmured, closing her eyes and letting herself sink into the sensation.

Greg leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “I’m glad,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “You deserve to be taken care of.”

Lara’s eyes fluttered open as she felt Greg’s lips brush against her neck. "Greg, that's too far."

Greg stopped. Lara's rebuke pulled him back from his ****-induced revelry. "I suppose you're right." He released her shoulders and went back to his seat to finish his wine.

Lara trembled. "I'm flattered. You are very handsome and kind, but you're Ben’s best friend. It's too complicated.”

Greg looked deep into Lara's eyes before picking up the bottle of wine and refilling both their glasses. “I’m sorry. I find it's easy to forget that you are more than just a beautiful woman.”

Greg's words hit Lara hard. She grabbed her glass and finished the wine in one gulp, the reality of what was happening and what might happen if this continued crashed down on her. “I need to go to bed,” she said, avoiding his gaze as she rushed toward the stairs. “Goodnight, Greg.”

“Goodnight, Lara,” he whispered, watching her retreat, a mixture of regret and longing in his eyes.

As Lara climbed the stairs, she could still feel the ghost of his fingers on her neck, and she cursed herself for letting things go so far. She knew she’d have to face Greg in the morning, but for now, all she wanted was to bury herself under the covers and forget this night had ever happened.