Janet Has a Lovely Mother

To paraphrase the Scottish poet, Robert Burns..."The best laid plans of mice and men do oft go awry." I think he must have had me in mind when he penned his famous words so long ago. As I sit here and recall the events that led up to my somewhat happy realization that I'm not yet over the hill and I still can turn a young man's fantasy into reality. I guess a detailed account of the events that led up to a particular eye opening weekend is in order.

My name is Rachel Carson...formerly Mrs. Charles Carson of twenty two years of not so wedded bliss and a two year separation. It was just last month when our divorce was finalized and our marriage was officially terminated and there was no celebrating on my part, but then, Charles didn't celebrate either. In a way, we still love one another, but events overtook us and I guess we were caught in the middle. I won't bore the reader with the sordid details, but I'll just say that Charles had a tough time keeping his "Johnson" in his pants. Bill Clinton and my husband could have shared notes, but at least Charles "fessed up" to his many affairs. However, six affairs in the past four years is a tad too many in my book and I was happy to be rid of the two timing bastard.

Anyway, back to the story that you came here to read about. As mentioned, my name is Rachel and I'm a forty eight year old middle aged mother of a beautiful twenty four year old daughter named Janet. She unlike me, her shy conservative mother, lives life to the fullest and never looks back. Janet just got her master's degree in media science this past June and works for a PR firm in a nearby city. She has been living on her own for about two years since graduating from college and has a rather hectic social life...she's always going somewhere and doing something exciting. I guess she has to attend many parties and gatherings in order to promote whom ever her company represents. As it so happened, "Mixed Media" the PR firm she works for, was handling the publicity for Shawn Collins...a well known up and coming local rock star. I had no idea that he and my daughter were seeing each other on the sly...but if I did, I would have made my opinions heard and heard quite often. Janet probably guessed that I wouldn't take too kindly to her new flame and that's why she held off telling me for so long.

My daughter got burned many times and I'm always amazed that she never learns from her relationship mistakes. An honor student in both high school and college, and now as a savvy public relations woman, she can be pretty dumb when it comes to the opposite sex. Her previous relationship lasted only two months...but that would be considered long term for her. So, it came as a shock to say the least, when two weeks ago, she revealed the new man in her life...to me. Since this bomb was dropped in my lap, I did my on-line research and looked up every thing I could find on Shawn Collins...mainly fan club stuff. To say this twenty six year old youngster is marriage material is a matter of open debate because he's been engaged too many times to keep an accurate count. To be honest, I think I object more to his relationship record than his profession as a rock star.

I was sick just thinking what they were doing in the privacy of Janet's apartment. She's a young, attractive and vibrant woman while he's a remorseless womanizer and my mind boggles at the thought of what my daughter could possibly see in him. I know she lost her virginity in high school and it took me a long time to deal with that, but still, I can't help feel he is totally wrong for her.

It was about a week ago when Janet talked me into going on a "get to know you" weekend retreat at a casino resort near by. I reluctantly agreed but made one stipulation...that she and her boy friend had to sleep in separate rooms and I was adamant about this. I may be 5'6" and 135 lbs soaking wet, but I can be a hellcat when I'm protecting my only child. Janet made all the arrangements and since we all lived miles apart, we agreed to meet at the resort since it was centrally located.

It was a beautiful late summer day when I arrived at the Whispering Pines Casino and Resort. I had to roll my eyes and wonder how much this was costing my financially well off, but naïve daughter and was she paying for his room as well? I pulled my modest sized overnight bag from my trunk and went it to register.

"I believe you have a room reserved for Mrs. Rachel Carson? My daughter might have it under her name...Janet Carson?" I asked as I tried to get a sneak peek at the monitor. The cute male desk clerk smiled and said,

"Oh yes, Mrs. Carson...here it is...three separate rooms?"

"That's correct. Um, did my daughter check in yet?"

"No...you're the first of your party to arrive."

"I see. Well, I'll wait for my daughter over there..."

"Would you like your bag taken up to your room, Mrs. Carson?" I smiled and really didn't want to lug it around and said,

"Thank you, that'll be wonderful."

I tipped the bellboy who was standing near by a five dollar tip and thanked him as well. The lobby was large with many comfortable high back chairs and I picked one that had the best view of the front desk. I didn't want to miss Janet when she arrived. About an hour later, no Janet and I was becoming concerned that she forgot what time we were to meet. Just then, a scruffy young man walked up to the front desk and suddenly my heart took a leap up into my throat. This couldn't be Janet's dream man? No freakin way? His appearance defied description. Where do I begin...with his many tattoos...his long dirty hair...his unshaven face? What was my daughter thinking? The pit of my stomach felt like a fist was slammed into it as I saw the desk clerk point towards me and the scruffy young man nodded and walked towards me.

"Oh God, oh my God...I wish I was home right now," I said under my breath.

"Hello...you must be Mrs. Carson? I'm Shawn Collins...Janet's boy friend?" I extended my hand and faked a smile and lied,

"Why yes...hello, Shawn. I've heard so much about you."

"That right? I've heard a lot about you as well." I felt like I would start screaming any second when Shawn asked,

"Did Janet get here yet? She called me and told me she was on her way." I glanced at my watch and said,

"No...I arrived an hour ago, but she never showed up. I hope nothing happened." Shawn smiled and reassured me,

"I'm sure she's okay. Your daughter is a pretty capable woman." I wasn't sure how to interpret that. Was he talking metaphorically or telling me in a subtle way that my beautiful daughter was good in bed? I faked a nervous smile and looked at my watch...again and wondered where my daughter got to. Shawn stood there not exactly sure if he should sit down.

"Take a seat Shawn, that's what chairs are for." I said, trying to be the gracious hostess in lieu of my daughter's absence. Shawn put down his travel worn leather overnight bag and sat across from me...looking a bit nervous. Shawn cracked a smile and apologized,

"You must forgive my appearance...I'm still in costume. I just came from a gig." I perked up and asked,

"You're in costume...but...but, all the pictures I've seen of you...you don't look like this?"

"Oh no...my publicity pictures. You thought this is what I look like...damn, I must be convincing. Janet said they made me look like a rebel." Suddenly I felt a bit more at ease with this younger man and asked,

"So, what do you look like in the...real world?" Shawn just laughed and said,

"How about a clean cut, conservative geek?" This I never expected but I still didn't think he was good enough for my beautiful, but woefully naïve daughter. We sat for another hour, but still no Janet. I looked at my watch for the millionth time, smiled at Shawn and said,

"I'm so sorry about this...but I don't know what's..."

Just then my cell phone interrupted me playing the chorus from Beethoven's 9th symphony and I answered it...,

"Hi there...where are you? Oh my God...were you hurt...you're ok...over night for observation...well, he's here...I'll put him on..." I handed my cell over to Shawn,

"Hi...what happened...you ok? Yes...I came right from the concert...no...my weekend is free...why...no...you might be able to get a refund if we don't stay...well, it's up to you...ok...here's your mom..." Shawn rolled his eyes and handed the cell back to me and I asked Janet,

"Darling, we don't have to stay...right...this must be costing you a small fortune...okay, you know me...okay...see you tomorrow morning...bye, bye." I hung up and looked at Shawn and shrugged my shoulders and said,

"Well, no sense waiting here is there?"

"No, sooooo...we're staying?"

"Appears so. Janet will be here first thing in the morning. Well, I'm famished. I'm going to get a bite to eat and maybe have a drink or two in the lounge." Shawn nodded and said,

"Mind if I join you? I don't know about you, but I hate to eat alone." I nodded and suggested,

"Why don't you check your bag at the desk or they can take it up to your room if you like. I'll treat you to dinner?"

Suddenly I was inviting him to sup with me, but for some reason, he didn't seem so scary now. As a matter of fact, Shawn was actually a nice young man. Janet is two years his junior and I'm twenty two years older than him...but in some ways he seemed older and more mature than me. I was actually impressed with his knowledge of financial and political matters and just about anything else we talked about over dinner. I couldn't help but notice the many tattoos on his arms and asked,

"Do they hurt much when you get them?"

"Hurt much?"

"Your tattoos...do they hurt when you get them?"

"No...not these...they're fake. They wash off when I clean up." I had to laugh and point out,

"Does Janet know about the real you?" Shawn had to smile and rub his face with the palm of his hand and admit,

"Actually, she couldn't care less. Mrs. Carson...let's cut to the chaste. I love your daughter and hope to marry her some day. Things are a little hectic for me right now...career wise, but..." I interrupted him and suggested,

"Well, it's still early and Janet won't be coming tonight...we might as well see a show and kill some time. I heard they have a wonderful stage revue in the theater." Shawn smiled and said,

"If you give me twenty minutes, I'll change and clean up a bit...then treat you to a night of music and dance."

"You're on. I haven't been dancing in years. Say, won't you be embarrassed being seen with an old lady?" Shawn smiled and said,

"I don't see an old lady...I see a vibrant and very attractive woman. I can see where Janet gets her good looks from." I was actually blushing and said,

"Thank you, Shawn...I needed to hear that." Shawn left to go change while I sat at the table...thinking,

"Yikes, Rachel...what in the hell are you doing? Coming on to that young man like that. He's twenty years younger than you...he's a child." I sipped my martini and smiled rather devilishly to myself and thought,

"Well, I'm not dead...yet. I'm forty-eight, but I still have all my teeth and my body is still firm and slender...even after twenty two years married to a couch potato like Charles."

I got a waitress's attention and ordered another martini and smiled...revealing,

"Tell the bartender...these are great martinis. These are the kind that makes me forget...who I am."

The pretty blonde waitress smiled politely and left the martini and went back to the bar and said something to the bartender. I smiled and he gave me a two finger salute back. I was feeling no pain. In fact, I was feeling great...better than I felt in years.

"Hi, I'm back. Was I gone long?" Said Shawn as he sat down. I raised my hand and got the attention of the waitress again and said,

"A martini over here for my friend if you please, my dear." Shawn smiled and mentioned,

"Mrs. Carson...thank you, but I don't drink. But I'll have a coke if you don't mind?" I smiled when the waitress brought the martini over and I said,

"My friend would like a cock instead."

"Excuse me?" she said while looking amused. Realizing what I said, I burst out laughing and then corrected myself,

"A Coke...my friend would like a coke...and I'll just keep this martini." The pretty blonde waitress smiled and rolled her big blue eyes and went to get Shawn a coke. I smiled and whispered,

"Don't you think the waitress is pretty?" Shawn smiled and agreed and said,

"Yes, yes she is...very pretty. Mrs. Carson, this isn't going to work. I love your daughter and she loves me. Can't you forget who I am...just for this weekend and accept me as me?" I could accept that and asked in return,

"Rachel...call me Rachel. Mrs. Carson is so formal sounding. You make me sound like a school teacher...as it so happens I am. Anyway Shawn, you're right. I don't know you other than what I read about you...so for this weekend, I'll forget who you are...if you do me a favor?"

"And what would that be Mrs. Carrr...Rachel?"

"Um, forget that I'm Janet's mother. Treat me like a new friend instead of someone you're trying to impress."

Shawn smiled and agreed. I finished my martini and left a nice tip for the pretty blonde waitress and Shawn took me next door to the theater where they had a live band and dancing. I smiled when Shawn took me by the hand and led me onto the crowded dance floor and said,

"Thank God, no one here knows who I am...I hate being the center of attention." I had to laugh and correctly point out,

"But you're a rock star and you'll always be the center of attention wherever you go...Shawn. That's the price you pay for fame."

Shawn nodded with a smile and pulled me close when the song they were playing was an oldie. I tried in vain to dislike him, but then I felt warm and tingly all the way down my back when he held me. It's been a long time since a man held me this way and I couldn't help but fall under the subtle charms of this young man. I smiled and looked up into his piercing blue eyes and that's when it hit me...I was actually falling for him. Now I knew what my daughter was up against...so how could I fall for him too? I realized the four or five martinis probably had a lot to do how I was feeling. I pulled away from him just a bit...leaving a conservative amount of space between us. Shawn smiled and asked,

"Do I make you uncomfortable...Rachel?"

"Yes, to tell you the truth."

"But why? We're not doing anything that could be construed to be improper. We're just dancing together...that's all."

That's all? Was I making this out to be more than it really is? Was I really uncomfortable with him or my supressed feelings? The last man that made intimate love to me was Charles and that was at least three years ago. I am happily divorced, but not happy to be alone. Shawn smiled again and said,

"You are a wonderful dancer, Rachel. I bet you could turn on any man in this room with your swaying hips."

Shawn didn't realize that he was turning me on. My inhibitions were slowing melting away and I found myself in the moment. I had to wonder why he was so acting so innocent...like he never did this before. Was I just another conquest...a willing Mrs. Robinson to him? Surely he must be feeling something...my body language must be sending not so subtle messages to his experienced brain. Just then, his gentle hands slid down to my tight round ass and squeezed...gently, but squeezing me none the less. I let out a soft sigh and let him caress my ass as we danced. I looked up and smiled, but didn't say anything...for spoken words would have ruined what I was feeling just then. The music stopped and Shawn led me back to our table and we sat down. Not speaking for a moment...perhaps, he was waiting for the right moment to say something. I wasn't going to be the first to mention what just transpired on the dance floor because I didn't want him to think I was embarrassed. I was around the block a few times in my life and it would take a lot more than squeezing my ass to make me embarrassed...and this wasn't one of those times. The silence was deafening, but then Shawn smiled and said,

"I couldn't help squeezing your ass, Rachel...you are a beautiful woman. Any man with a healthy sex drive would have done the same thing. I think your husband was a fool for letting you go."

"Well, he had commitment issues and being faithful wasn't one of them." I replied and then I asked without thinking what I was asking,

"Do you have a healthy sex drive Shawn?"

"Yes I do. But don't get the idea I sleep around...I don't. It takes a special woman to get me hot and I do admit that you are getting me hot."

I smiled and without thinking about it, suddenly reached under the table and put my hand on his leg. My hand seemed to move on its own and was on his leg before I knew what I was doing. Shawn smiled and put his hand on top of my hand and said,

"We have the rest of the night...the rooms are paid for and we're alone?" I nodded and said,

"Okay, but only under one condition...my daughter must never know. And if the two of you should get married, you'll do right by her and only her...deal?" Shawn smiled and squeezed my hand and said,

"Deal."

We went up to my room because my clothes were there and I wanted to make myself comfortable. As soon as we got behind closed doors, Shawn took me in his arms and kissed me with passion...suddenly I felt weak in the knees. I never felt such passion in a kiss...not even when Charles was at his sexual best. My arms hung down by my side as I just stood there...limp and lifeless. My brain kept saying,

"Damn it Rachel...wake up...wake up. For once in your life...get passionate."

Suddenly my hand inched up his thigh and found his ass and I caressed it softly as we kissed. My other hand soon came to life and joined my other hand to fondle and squeeze his tight young ass. From his ass to his waist...I was now embracing this young stud. His passionate kisses now being returned by passionate kisses of my own. My tongue slipped in and out of his mouth...like I was his own tongue. I felt his teeth gently bite down on my tongue which made me probe his mouth even more...my passion for this young man was growing and growing. I swooned as he unbuttoned my blouse and slid his hand under my bra to feel my perky 34C breasts. His gentle hand, pinching my sensitive nipples which were now aroused and standing proud and erect. Shawn then unfastened my front closing bra, letting my small perky breasts swung free and I smiled when his lips latched onto my pinkish nipple that stood erect from my heaving bosom. I reached down and undid his belt and unzipped his pants and slid them down. I kissed him once again before getting down on my knees to fondle his growing cock that was momentarily hidden from my gaze. Gently, I pulled down his briefs to free his rock hard stallion and I immediately smiled because it was so big...more than eight inches I was guessing. I took it in my hand and caressed it with my cheek for a moment...enjoying the warmth of a cock other than my ex husband's. I began to stroke it...slowly at first and then with short rapid strokes...Shawn began to moan and groan. Once he was hard enough, I sucked his cock deep into my wanting mouth and deep throated him...my swoons were loud and many, but his moans were even louder. After twenty minutes of doing him orally...I pulled my mouth away and said,

"Mmmmm...I could do this all night, but now....I want you to take me totally and fuck me like you never fucked a woman before. Make me scream your name...make me feel every inch of your manhood deep inside me."

I swooned with desire as he slowly pulled down my black cotton skirt down past my lower thighs and then let them drop to the floor. Shawn really smiled when he slid my black lace low-rider panties down my slender legs while enjoying my hairy pussy and said,