Although she was not technically a mother, Mother's Day was still one of Jillian's favorite days. Her husband always made sure that he and his boys did something special for her to show their appreciation for everything she did for them. She loved the men in her life and was happy to have them all. She thought of her stepsons as her own and knew they saw her as their mom just as much as their real one.
It was rocky going at first. Jillian met her husband when he was in the middle of a tricky divorce and the boys were not happy to see a new woman in their father's life. It was like the last hope of keeping their family together was gone. The only saving grace was that she was so young that she played with them more like a babysitter or a big sister. Jillian met her husband when she was interning at his company during her final year of college. He was twelve years older than her and while it had seemed scandalous at the time, the age difference never meant anything to her. The heart wants what the heart wants. They were married the winter after she graduated and at twenty-three she found herself the stepmother to two boys, ages ten and eight. In the beginning they had the boys on weekends, but then their mother took a job out of town and the boys came to live with them full time. They saw their mother on holidays and for several weeks in the summer, but the day-to-day work of being a mother fell to Jillian. She chafed at the responsibility at first, but soon found her groove. Now, ten years later, they were a happy family.
Jillian rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. It was past ten. Mother's Day was one of the few days she got to sleep in, but usually she was still up before this. But her husband was out of town on business and she thought maybe the boys had forgotten to plan something. They loved her, but they were young guys. Mother's Day was probably not foremost in their minds.
"Hey, are you up yet?" Sam called. He knocked lightly, but then came right through the bedroom door. Although she was laying on top of the sheets in just a stretch cami and panties, she didn't think to cover up. Normally she did not prance around half naked in front of the boys, but she wasn't uptight about it.
"Yeah, I just woke up. It felt great to sleep in." She stretched and then pulled the sheet over her.
"Well, it's time to get up because we have brunch reservations at eleven-thirty. Chop —chop." Sam tried not to let his gaze linger over her body as she stretched and was relieved when she covered up. He leaned forward and handed her the cup of coffee he'd brought.
Seeing his stepmom like that caused a stirring in his pants. How could it not? He was a normal, eighteen-year-old kid and although she was in her mid-thirties he still thought she was hot. Her top clung to her trim body and her nipples poked right through it. It didn't quite meet the striped bikini panties she wore. She and his father were both physically active, running, playing tennis, and were in great shape. Her petite body was in just as great shape as when he'd first met her. Over the years when he'd seen her in a bathing suit or if he accidentally caught her in a state of undress he'd gotten wood and at first he felt really weird about it. He even jerked off a few times thinking about how hot she was. He thought there must be something wrong with him until his older brother, Nick, told him that he felt the same way.
Nick said it was perfectly natural. "Hey, she's as close to our age as she is to Dad's," he said. "It's like having a crush on your babysitter, dude."
It made Sam feel better, but on the few occasions when he jerked off thinking about Jillian over the years he still felt guilty.
"That's sweet. I thought maybe you guys forgot about me this year."
"We'd never do that. Nick made reservations last week."
"Then you'd better get out of here so I can get ready." Jillian's smile was luminous.
As soon as Sam had gone she threw off the covers and jumped in the shower. She got ready as quickly as she could, but she did want to look nice for her boys, so she took time with her shoulder-length auburn hair and applying her make-up. When she came out, the boys were both dressed and waiting. They looked nice, wearing khaki slacks and dress shirts, Sam in blue and Nick in a light green. The boys were half Filipino, their father was born in that country, and the light shirts looked good with the darker skin. Both boys had grown into fine, handsome young men in her opinion.
"I was starting to think you weren't coming out of there," Nick said grinning.
"Didn't your father tell you women are never on time? Hopefully you think we're worth it," Jillian laughed.
"Well, you're certainly worth it. You look beautiful," he replied.
"Thanks honey. You'll have the girls eating out of your hand with that silver tongue of yours." Nick was an inch or two over six feet and even in her high heeled sandals she had to stand up on tip-toes to kiss his cheek. Nick was going to local college and even though he no longer played football, like he had in high school, he was still built like granite. He slipped his arm around her waist and hugged her against him. Feeling his strength, Jillian understood why he never had trouble getting girls.
It was a gorgeous spring day, warm for May, and they sat outside on the patio at a local restaurant. Jillian was seated between her boys and they treated her like a princess, even ordering her French toast with berries for her. They also made sure the mimosas kept flowing. Jillian was not usually much of a drinker, but the mimosas were excellent and she was not paying attention as she sipped them throughout their meal. Feeling warm, she slipped off the pink sweater that matched her snug, sleeveless top. The outfit was not something she thought of as sexy, but it did show off her figure well. Her patterned skirt came to a couple inches above her knees.
The boys were witty and fun and it was great to have the time to catch up on what was going on with their lives. Sam was a senior in high school and had already decided to go to Penn State in the fall. Jillian had had a great time in college and told him she was sure it would be great for him as well. She thought Nick made a mistake by standing home for school. Being away from college was a great time to experiment and figure out who you are. That decision may have been made, but his plans for prom were less concrete. Sam had been having problems with his girlfriend and wasn't sure if they would still be together by then. He didn't want to be left without a date at the last minute.
"I think you and Emma are cute together. What's wrong?" Jillian asked, putting her hand on Sam's.
"I dunno. I think it's just that high school is almost over and we're going to different schools, so Emma doesn't want to get too close. Her friends keep telling her she has to be single for college," Sam said.
"Tell Jill the real reason you're not getting along. Emma won't put out," Nick chuckled.
"Nick, do you have to be so crude?" Jillian asked. "I'm sure that's not it." Her stepsons' sex lives weren't something she thought about, but Sam had been with Emma for almost a year and she just assumed they were doing it. She knew their father gave them The Talk a few years ago.
"If I was dating a chick for that long and she didn't give it up I know I would be looking around too. Hey, little bro is a man now."
"Not all boys are only interested in one thing, Nick," she scolded, although that wasn't quite true in her experience. Their father had gone for it on their second date and she happily gave it up. He was rugged and handsome, an older version of his sons, and she'd wanted him. After so many years of marriage they still had a great sex life and his being across the country working on a project for a month had been hard for her. Phone sex could only make up for so much.
"Well, it is frustrating," Sam admitted. "She's not my first girlfriend, you know. But that's not it. She's just pulling away from me so letting go will be easier."
"I guess I understand that," Jillian said.
"I'm telling you, it's the sex. I bet you can crush walnuts with your right hand," Nick laughed.
"Dude!" Sam complained, turning crimson. Part of his embarrassment was that his brother was right. Emma used her hand on him, but that was about it. At least if she would blow him it would be easier to take. He was on the baseball team and knowing there were plenty of girls who would be more than willing to take Emma's place made her holding out even harder. He just wasn't the alley cat his brother was.
"Nick, give your brother a break. Maybe he doesn't want a different girl every week like you do." It had always bothered her how Nick picked on his little brother. She thought it was sweet that Sam was faithful to his girlfriend.
"But it's so much fun. Besides, when you're our age it's the time to get some experience and learn what chicks like in bed. You've got to be ready when you settle down," Nick said.
"Is that what your father told you?"
"Of course," Nick grinned.
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