Helen Carey woke from an uneasy sleep. She had not been comfortable when her son, James, came home for the weekend unexpectedly with a college friend in tow.

The young man he introduced as Ben was young with blonde hair and a fit looking body. Helen was thrown, not just by the unexpected and unknown guest, but by the way he stared at her, devouring her hungrily from head to foot.

During dinner, she had born his scrutiny with worried forbearance. She knew nothing about him and now he was going to be spending the night under her roof.

She had said nothing about her concerns to her son. But as they had sat there after their evening meal drinking wine, her discomfort grew. Ben kept catching her eye and giving her a knowing smile, that seemed to suggest some intimate connection between them. More than once she caught his gaze lingering at the gap between her thighs and her dress, so that she had felt it necessary to keep pulling her dress down towards her knees.

So when she suddenly woke in the early hours, it was because she had been sleeping lightly anyway. But there had been a noise. Someone was moving around the house.

She turned on the bedside lamp and rose from the bed. Slowly, she tiptoed round the bed and opened the bedroom door. All was in darkness, and all she could hear were the familiar snores from her son’s room.

She closed the door gently and moved back towards the bed. But before she could get there a movement in the bedroom mirror caught her eye.

It was Ben, he was standing in the doorway behind her. She span round frowning.

‘What are you doing here?’ she demanded.

He smiled at her for a long while and then slowly peeled off his tee shirt. ‘It’s a hot night isn’t it Mrs Carey?’

Taken by surprise, she stared as he stepped into the bedroom and pushed the door closed behind him.

She took a step back and repeated her question, her voice sounding harder, more demanding. ‘What are you doing here. This is my bedroom.’

He smiled. ‘Oh yes, Mrs Carey, I realize that.’ He gazed slowly round the room and then turned his focus on her. She almost felt the heat of his eyes on the shape of her breasts. Her nipples were visible through the silky fabric.

She turned away from him, trying to avoid the eager lingering expression as he looked her up and down. But there was something powerful about his presence. It transfixed her and she found it hard to move.

‘I think you’d better leave.’ She demanded sharply and turned her back on him, only to sense him move closer.

‘I’ll call James,’ she threatened, glancing over her shoulder

Ben laughed quietly. ‘He’s out for the count Mrs Carey. Too much wine. You won’t wake him.’

She felt her palms sweating and rubbed them on the legs of her pajamas. He watched her movements closely for a moment and then stepped closer to her, so that he could smell the lingering fragrance of her perfume.

She licked her lips. Her throat felt dry, and panic slowly flushed through her. She didn’t know what to do, how to handle this situation.

‘You ... you shouldn’t be in here.’ She said nervously. ‘You’d better leave.’

She turned away from him, but she felt his voice close behind her.

‘What do you want?’ she snapped trying to sound fierce. But it was impossible. His presence seemed to overwhelm her ability to move.

‘Can’t you guess?’ he murmured. ‘You’re a gorgeous looking woman Mrs Carey.’

She glanced over her shoulder at him again. He was very close now, slowly invading her personal space.

His voice came again, softly caressingly. ‘How long since you’ve had sex Mrs Carey?’

Her gasp choked in her throat.

Something firm stroked her bottom, and spinning round, she saw that he had pulled out his penis. It was full, hard looking, and slightly pink.