"You didn't catch what I said." She sighed, "I'll tell you what, Tom

I would like to have this conversation with an adult, not a nervous kid so let me help you out a little. I am not going to tell your parents or my son that you were standing here watching me play with myself and getting off on it. How's that? You a little less nervous now?"

A wave of relief washed over me, "Yes, thank you Karen!"

"So I'm the only person you need to make this up to."

"Anything!" I told her, "Seriously, I...

“Oh, I'm sure you would do anything I asked, wouldn't you?" She smiled, “Bet I've done everything for you in that dirty little mind of yours haven't I?"

"Well..."

“You jerk off to me, Tom? You spank it to your best friend's mom?

You lay there in my house and think about fucking me?"

I averted my eyes and she rolled hers, “Again, you want to be a man or a boy? Answer me."

"Yes." I nodded, "And I'm sorry."

“Why? I'm not." She smiled, "What's wrong with a good looking young man half my age, wanting to fuck me?"

"Um, well...." She had moved her arm along the edge of the tub and was now barely covering her nipples.

“Because its..."

"Flattering." She told me, "Now think, Tom. Think about what I said to you about you watching me the whole time I was in the tub. What does that mean to you?"

I paused and tried to concentrate as she looked up at me expectantly.

I repeated her words in my head and my eyes widened.

"You knew I was there the whole time!" I exclaimed.

"That's right; if you could see me in the mirror I could see you.

Wasn't sure how you got in, but decided I didn't care."

Karen caused my heart to pound and my cock, which had shriveled in fear, begin to respond when she removed her arm and leaned back into the tub, exposing her breasts to me, “So what does that tell you,

Tom?"

“That..." I paused and forced myself to sound confident because either she was seriously fucking me or I might be about to live out one hell of a fantasy.

“That you Liked me watching."

“Oh, very good!" She purred in that breathy voice she had been using while playing with herself, “Good boy, Tom!" her hands found their way to her tits and she slowly stroked her nipples with her thumbs as she spoke.

"I have a confession for you Tom. I know you look, I know all

Steve's friends look and I fucking love it!"

"You do?" My eyes were fixed on her purple nails caressing her pink nipples.

"I do. Not when you guys were young of course, but once all of

Steve's friends' coming around were hot college kids I loved them looking, but you were always my favorite."