Business is Business

"Ok, so I'm dressed better, I talk better, my breath smells ok, what else do I need to work on?" he asked.

Susan, who had let the beers go to her head a bit on a warm day, spoke before thinking. "Well, you could probably use some work on your kissing technique," she said. She laughed at first but then realized she had spoken rashly.

"My kissing technique," Matt replied. "What the heck Suemom?"

"Never mind, I was just kidding," Susan blushed.

"Oh no, you can't drop that bomb and leave me hanging," Matt said. "What's wrong with my kissing?"

"Well I was just, uh, talking about the breath check kissing, which that doesn't really count anyway," she said.

Matt sat silent for a few moments before replying. "So let's just say, hypothetically, that I did need some advice on kissing, what would you say that I could do better?" he asked.

Susan squirmed a bit in her chair, took a long sip of beer and finally replied. "Well, you can be a little dry. And a little tight lipped." She couldn't help but giggle at Matt's look of confused embarrassment. "I mean, its not terrible it just needs some work."

Matt thought about this for a few moments, took a long swig of beer and sat up in his chair to face Susan. "Ok, then, I want you to show me how to do it better," he said.

Susan laughed at what she thought was a joke, then laughed nervously, then looked at him like he was crazy. "How am I going to show you how to do it better?" she asked.

"We could practice kiss," said Matt. "Just for drill."

Susan continued to look at him like he was crazy for a few moments, then she seemed to settle into the idea. "Ok, I will teach you how to kiss, but don't get any weird ideas," she said.

"Deal," he replied.

She sat up in her chair to face him. "Ok, when you know you are about to kiss a girl, you need to kinda wet your lips a little. Don't be obvious, and don't get slobbery, you have to find the right balance. Then, when you kiss them, you have to open your mouth a little. Again, don't go overboard right away with your tongue and all that, just open your mouth a little."

Matt nodded his understanding, and then awkwardly licked his lips. "Ok, you ready?" he asked nervously.

"Ready," Susan grinned. "Also, don't ever ask if someone is ready."

Just like they had done many times for the breath check, Matt and Susan leaned in together, but this time it was different. It wasn't a breath check, it was kissing practice. It still wasn't any kind of actual legitimate kiss, but it was still exhilarating. While Matt got dizzy over it, Susan quickly turned the moment back into a more clinical event, talking about what he did and didn't do wrong, giving him advice on how to do it better. They discussed tactics, kissed a few more times, and discussed tactics some more, before Susan informed him that he was much improved and they high-fived. Matt cheered himself and walked over and jumped into the pool, and Susan was pretty sure that there was a significant bulge in his swimsuit.

Later that afternoon, when Matt was heading out for his latest date, he made the suggestion that they combine the breath check and kissing practice into one drill, and Susan hesitatingly agreed. She told herself again that it was just for drill, that it wasn't going to get out of hand. She made sure to make some clinical sounding tips for the kissing, to prevent it from feeling intimate. And in all honesty, it did feel pretty clinical. They leaned together and kissed, Susan gave him a review and some other tips, and they high-fived and he went out on his date. It was like a reverse good night kiss. They both told themselves that yes, it was a weird, titillating little journey they were taking, but it wasn't going to turn into anything more. It was dangerous, but fun.

And it continued to be weird and fun, pretty much every other day, as Matt seemed to be able to generate an endless supply of dates from his dating app. Susan kept the kissing practice/breath check as unromantic as possible, giving tips before, during and after. But it was also inevitable that over time, kissing lessons would become detailed. It wasn't long before the lessons graduated from a simple kiss to second or third date kiss, or how to handle a make out session. But this was mostly just Susan explaining it, they didn't actually make out. But some things, like where to put your hands and when to bring the tongue out, required actual practice. The first time Susan told Matt to try to bring in the tongue, he practically went down her throat, so she had to retrain him.

"Ok, so rather than thrust the tongue out wide open, you need to ease it in slowly," she said. "Tease it a little to make sure she wants it, and then gradually work it into the kiss."

She demonstrated what she meant, starting with a soft kiss and slowly easing her tongue into his mouth, and suddenly Matt didn't feel like it was a lesson anymore, and he felt his legs going out from under him. When she finally eased back, he gasped his approval.

"Wow, that was, um pretty fricking incredible," he said, edging towards the door. "I guess I should go now."

Susan realized that maybe that kiss had lasted a bit too long. The front of Matt's pants had gone serious tent shape, there was no hiding the boner, and no hiding the wet stain on the front of his pants. He had become so aroused by the kiss that he had unloaded in his shorts.

"Hang on Matt, you can't go out of the house like that," she said. "Those shorts don't go with that shirt, you need to go with another color."

Matt immediately recognized that Susan knew what happened, but was giving him a rescue so he could go change out of his wet shorts. He nodded his appreciation and went back upstairs to change his shorts. After he came back down he went with a very quick and uneventful breath check and then headed out the door. He was obviously embarrassed and Susan felt bad for him.

A few nights later, Matt came down on his way out on another date when Susan had him stop for a chat before the pre-date check.

"I wanted to give you another piece of advice about dating, and this is going to be kind of personal, so I need you to sit down," she said.

Matt immediately took a chair, he was thinking that this talk might be about unloading in his shorts last time.

"So at your age, you have a lot of...energy, and sometimes that can, um, overwhelm the rest of your body, to the point where certain...parts of your body are having too much, uh, influence over things. What I'm trying to say is, that it might be a good idea, if you, sort of, um, well, relieved that tension before going on a date, and that way you might be more focused on the conversation, rather than, the uh, other thing."

Matt stared at her blankly. "Can you say that again?"

Susan took a deep breath and set herself. "What I'm trying to say is, that you might think about, um, masturbating before you go on a date," she said, closing her eyes in embarrassment when she said it. "It might clear your head, make you more relaxed, so you can maybe land that second date."

Matt was quiet for a moment and seemed pretty perplexed, and Susan thought for a moment she may have gotten too personal. But after a while he finally spoke up.

"You know, that really makes sense," he said. "I am too distracted sometimes, and maybe that would be a way to fix that."

Susan nodded supportingly, and Matt walked back upstairs awkwardly as Susan breathed a sigh of relief. She waited in the kitchen by the door, figuring he would be down in five minutes or so.

But it was a full 30 minutes later when Matt came trudging down the stairs, looking a bit sheepish, but more relaxed. Susan grinned and gave him a thumbs up, and when they did the breath check he was definitely more controlled and less nervous. He even slipped in a little tongue on her, causing her to jump a little and laugh.

"You were right, I do feel better," he said. "Yet another good tip."

"Great, well hopefully this will help you get to a second date," she laughed. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking, why did it take so long?"

He blushed. "I don't know, if it's just me by myself it just takes me a while," he said, then added with a grin, "I like to practice."

Susan laughed and waved him out the door. What Matt didn't tell her was that the entire time he was jerking off he was thinking about kissing her. What she didn't tell him was that she was imagining him doing it the entire time.

Matt didn't get home until really late that night. Susan was still up, in her bed, a bit distracted by her own thoughts, and heard him banging around in the kitchen.

"Matt is that you out there?" she called, though it wasn't really a serious question, she knew Tom was still out of town.

It got quiet for a minute, and then Matt poked his head into her bedroom. "Yeah, it's me, I'm sorry I was making so much noise I had a little too much to drink," he slurred.

"That's ok, I was awake anyway," she said from under the covers of her bed. "How was the date?"

"Great. It was so great, so much better because I, uh, did that thing beforehand," he stammered out as he walked into the room. "You were 100% right about that, I was focused on the conversation, I was interesting, I had a really good time."

"Wow, tell me more," she said.

Matt half stumbled across the room, made his way to the bed and plopped down on his back on the bottom half of the bed. He was clearly drunk.

"Well we had a good conversation, enjoyed drinking a few beers, then went back to her place and had some more drinks, and then we sat down on the couch and started making out," he said. "And by the way, thanks for all the tips on that, youda been proud of me.

"Then, it starts getting really hot and heavy, and she puts her hand, like right on my, um shorts. And thanks again for that idea of jerking one out early, because when she started rubbing my shorts I woulda lost my load too soon if I hadn't done that."

Susan squirmed a bit in the bed, but if she was uncomfortable Matt wouldn't have picked up on it anyway.

"So then she takes my shorts off," he said, almost in disbelief. "And then she gives me an incredible blow job, I mean mind blowing epic. And I offered to go down on her too, but she said that she didn't do that on the first date."

Susan was blushing hard at Matt's rare detailed description, but he had his eyes closed. "Well that sounds good, do you think you'll have another date?" she asked.

He was quiet for a long time and she thought he might have passed out, but then he finally responded. "No she wasn't really my type," he said.

Susan couldn't help but laugh. "Oh well, at least it went well."

He didn't respond, and she could tell by his heavy breathing that he was out. She breathed a sigh of relief, because what he didn't know was that right before he came home she was working out some of her own issues, with her life-like vibrator that she had come to call Mattyboy. She had just gotten the covers over her and Mattyboy when Matt had walked in the room.

Looking at Matt's lifeless body stretched out across the bottom of the bed, she couldn't help but admire his muscular, tanned body. She had also had a few glasses of wine, and was still worked up after her interrupted session with the vibrator, and she idly turned the vibrator back on, knowing that he wasn't going to wake up if a bomb went off. Looking at him, she ran the edge of the vibrator around the edges of her wet pussy, teased her clit, and then slid it inside, gasping softly.

She eased the vibrator in and out as she continued to enjoy the visual of the hard young body at the foot of the bed. Almost in a daze, she reached down and unbuttoned the top button of Matt's shirt. He barely moved, and she reached down and popped another button, then another, without him stirring at all. Before long, his shirt was hanging wide open, and she licked her lips as she looked at his tanned, toned chest as she continued to pleasure herself. She was pretty sure she had lost her mind, but she couldn't stop herself, as she leaned down and carefully unbuttoned the top button of his shorts, and then zipped them down, showing his gray boxers underneath. Her mouth watered looking at his nearly naked body. She briefly thought about taking all his clothes off, maybe even ravaging him right there, but she held herself back. She propped herself up with some pillows so that she was sitting up, and carefully and quietly slipped out from the covers. She was wearing a short silk robe, which she let fall wide open, and she kissed and licked the dildo as she looked at his unbuttoned shorts. Then she moved the dildo down between her legs and slowly eased it in and out, shamefully imagining that the cock inside her was Matt's. It wasn't long before she exploded in a strong orgasm, and it took all of her effort to not scream out.

Not that Matt would've woken up, he was still deep in a slumber. She buttoned up his shorts and slowly buttoned up his shirt, enjoying every minute of having her hands on him, before she slipped back under the sheets and fell into a blissful sleep. In her dreams she took his shorts all the way off and kissed and licked his cock until it became rock hard and exploded into her mouth.

When she woke up the next morning, he was gone, and it was 10 am before he dragged downstairs, visibly hungover. Susan was a little apprehensive that he might remember certain parts of the previous night, but she needn't worry.

"I don't know what I did last night, or what I said last night, but if I said or did anything terrible I'm apologizing in advance," he said. "I think I accidentally crashed in your bed."

Susan grinned, both at his comments and at her own relief. "Yeah, you came in pretty drunk last night," she said. "Coffee?"

He nodded and sat on a kitchen stool. They chatted a little about what he had said, though she left out a lot of the detail, and he groaned at his groggy memories. They were laughing about them being in bed together when Tom walked in, he had unexpectedly finished a business trip early.

"I almost came in last night, but the weather cancelled my flight," he said.

"Oh well, you didn't miss anything last night," said Susan, winking slyly at Matt. "Great to have you home now."

It was nice to have Tom home, in a way, but Susan and Matt had also gotten to enjoy their playful run of the house with him gone. And he had shockingly decided that he was taking a full week off, so it really put the damper on things. Matt did get to spend some time with his dad, playing some golf and hanging out by the pool, though half the time Tom was yelling into the phone about some big merger. Susan also enjoyed having a man in the house she was actually allowed to have sex with. But they both also spent a lot of time thinking about breath checks, kissing practice and other adventures real and imagined. By the time Tom headed back out of town on another business is business trip, they had built on a bit of anticipation. Adding to the intrigue, the upstairs shower had a plumbing issue, so Matt was having to take his showers in the master bath. Granted, there were other showers in the house, but Matt liked the idea of using the bathroom where Susan had all her silky robes and perfumes scattered about.

The two of them were hanging out by the pool, talking about Matt's date for that night. Occasionally Matt would show Susan the picture of his date, and she couldn't help but notice that they frequently looked a lot like her. They were also typically older.

"You haven't been on a date in a week, are you sure you remember how?" Susan teased.

"I remember enough. But I am looking forward to more advanced kissing advice," he joked.

Susan blushed and smirked. "I think you got it figured out pretty well," she replied.

"Thanks. Ok for me to use your shower?"

Susan gave him a thumbs up and Matt went in to grab a shower. She watched him walk across to the house, admired his sturdy young frame and remembered having him nearly naked on her bed. She made a mental note to get new batteries for her vibrator. As her eyes traced the curve of his ass, she couldn't help but wonder how he would look fully nude. After he had been gone a few minutes, she followed inside and quietly slipped into the master bedroom. The door to the bathroom was halfway open, and she went over and peaked inside. Matt was inside the bathroom, fully naked, facing away from her. She couldn't believe how perfect he look fully naked, fit and muscular with sharp tan lines. His ass was beyond perfect. She breathlessly watched him walking around the bathroom, and realized he had picked up one of her silk robes and was smelling it. Then he set it down by the sink and stepped through the large glass door into the shower. The air in the shower had gotten too steamy for her to see much, but she could follow his outline moving around.

She turned away from the door and leaned back against the wall. She couldn't believe that he was smelling her robe. Passionately. She was giddy with the idea that he might be aroused by that, might be attracted to her, being so much older than he was. On the other hand, what the heck was she doing, was she out of her mind?

She had lost herself for a moment thinking about his naked body walking around the adjacent room, and before she knew it she realized he had gotten out of the shower and was halfway across the bathroom. She wouldn't have time to get to the bedroom door, so she quickly stepped back into the walk in closet, out of his view.

Matt just naturally assumed that Susan was still out by the pool, and he had decided to complete his pre-date jerk off right there on her bed. There was something deliciously naughty about jerking one out on her silk sheets. He eased back on the bed, holding her black robe, and held it up to his face and drank in the scent of her perfume. Then he visualized her in the hot bathing suit she had been wearing by the pool, and relived some of their better kissing moments. It wasn't long before he was rock hard and vigorously pumping his cock.

Susan, seeing that Matt's face and eyes were covered by the robe, realized that she could slip by the bed and out the bedroom door without him seeing. But as she walked by the bed, she couldn't help but stop and look at the beautiful young body writhing in pleasure on the bed. She was mesmerized by his sturdy cock, and once again thrilled at the idea that his source of arousal was smelling her on her robe. She was frozen to the ground watching him pump his cock with one hand and rub the robe on his face with the other.

As he neared orgasm, Matt took one final breath into the robe and then pulled it down, and to his utter shock saw Susan standing right there beside the bed. He gasped something, but he was already over the edge and there was no stopping him, so he had no choice but to continue to pump his cock. He had an odd combination of embarrassment at being caught and incredible arousal at seeing Susan there watching him.

Susan was still frozen to the ground, partly because of being caught, but also because she was spellbound by watching Matt on the edge of orgasm. She stood there, stupified, as Matt exploded in an orgasm and shot his load all over his stomach. She stood there still, mouth wide open, as his breathing slowly leveled out, and finally she collected herself enough to turn and walk out of the room, without a word. Matt scampered upstairs shortly after.

It was a good half hour before Matt got up the nerve to come downstairs, and Susan was not around for the final pre-date check. He felt pretty embarrassed, and he knew she did too, so he figured it might be best to let it go for now.

He stayed out late on purpose, and she wasn't up when he got home, so it wasn't tell the next morning that they had to face the mutual embarrassment. They had mumbled a few cordial greetings and were drinking coffee when Susan bridged the subject.