Amy was at home alone, and starting to panic. She needed help, and her husband wouldn't be home for a few weeks while he was working abroad. Her son had just left to join friends for the summer break, and wouldn't be home for ages. A moan of anguish escaped her lips, and she thought she heard someone clear their throat. Thank god, someone was there to help her! When he asked if she was alright, his voice was recognised as her son's friend. They had been to high school together, and were catching up on old times, as well as comparing college life. They were eighteen, but that was all she could remember about him. He was a neighbours son, a polite young man, and handsome. She was naked on her bedroom floor, unable to move, and therefore desperate for help. She shouted at him not to come in, but had to relent, however humiliating it would be. She invited him in telling him to keep his eyes shut and not to look at her. He had the decency not to look at her. Not that he would be impressed, for she was an old woman compared to the young things in college. She kept herself fit, and had a good figure, but she felt old and boring. She wanted slow comfortable sex in bed, no longer interested in adolescent sex on the back seat of a guy's car. What in hell was she thinking! Arousal couldn't happen now, not with her son's school friend. What would he think of her, and worse, what would he tell friends, or even his mother, her friend and neighbour?