My name is Jackie Falcone, I am 39, and live with my only son, Ricky, 16 years old. I have been divorced for 3 years, so Ricky is pretty much my life, as well as my professional career.

Ricky’s best friend is Zack, who lives nearby. They study together since young kids in K-12 and now they are in high school. They usually ride their bikes to school, but when the weather is bad one of Zack’s parents gives them a ride on their way to work and I pick them up. I am an architect and also do some handicraft, both from home, and I have more free time. Many times Zack stays with us after school to eat something and
to play games until early evening.

Last year, Ricky was doing badly in Chemistry and needed supplementary support after classes. I had to pick Zack up anyway, and I would return later to get Ricky. I was a bit late, so I decided not to change, even being dressed very casually at home. Zack was already waiting for me, jumped into the car and we came back home chatting. I noticed he was looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I consider myself an attractive woman: I work out, do Pilates and eat healthily, so I keep an elegant waist and firm ass over well shaped legs. I am very proud of my big boobs, which I value even more wearing generous cleavages sometimes.

He was chatting, but was also staring at my leggings and my top, and I remembered I was not wearing a bra and was probably making quite a show. My nipples hardened when I thought about that young man staring at my boobs, so it became even worse. I pretended not to notice and kept talking casually.

When we arrived home, I asked if he could help me bringing some new stuff to my studio in the attic before I fixed a sandwich for us. I thought about changing first, but after all he had seen anyway I decided to leave it that way. Anyway, I was feeling that situation very exciting. When he was helping me, I saw he kept his eyes fixed on my body, even trying to disguise it. When we both carried a big drawing board upstairs, he stared at my boobs and almost lost his balance. I smiled and he flushed when he saw I had noticed his looks. We finished what we had to do and went to the kitchen to eat something.

We had a sandwich and I was doing the dishes when he was clearing the table. Even with my back turned to him, I felt his piercing eyes staring at my ass and legs shaped by my tight leggings.