"You can go with Raivis on Saturday." Ara said as her son came into the house. She hadn't looked up from her computer and called to him from her spot on the couch as he entered the foyer. There was the sound of Peter entering the living room, she quickly hanged the tab on her internet browser from looking up lingerie, to her email.

"Really mom?" he asked, but before she could reply he'd already pulled out his cell phone, most likely to text his best friend.

"Of course." She said turning to look at her son from over the back of her seat, "But you have to go—", there was sound of him receiving a text message. He pulled his phone out and began to type in his reply, "—I have plans and if you decide you no longer want to go you'll ruin them.

"I'm not going to cancel." He put his phone back in his pocket and gave her a look as if he thought she was a total idiot, "What are you going to do anyway? Going somewhere with Mrs. Karpusi?"

That seemed reasonable enough for her to agree to, it was a lie but it was logical. "You know how boring your mother is. Michael is having a violin recital." She added the other woman's son in mostly because she knew how much the boys disliked each other.

"That sounds like it's going to suck."

"So you'll be going with Raivis? If not you'll have to come along with me." There was no way her son would back down from his trip to the amusement park. He could wake on Saturday with a fever, throwing up, and on fire but he'd still go. Ara just insisted on making sure he would be gone. What would Peter think of her if he were to come home to her having sex with the boy that he had one idolized. Well that was her getting ahead of herself, she still had to seduce the teen and hope that he wouldn't run off and tell everyone what she had tried to do to him. It would ruin her life, how old was he anyway? Oh well her marriage would certainly be over if Francis found out she'd tried to cheat on him with Alfred, the local golden boy. She mentaly shook those thoughts out of her head, if it wasn't for Peter being in the room she would have done it physically… but she didn't want to seem like she was insane to her son. "Go do your homework." she said turning back to the computer to pretend like she was working again.

"I don't have—"

"No lying. Just go up stairs."

He shrugged then left the room without really saying anything. Halfway up the stairs she heard his phone go off again. That boy really did like to send text messages. Thank goodness they had an unlimited plan. When she heard his bedroom door close she went back to her tab looking at fancy panties and bras. She would be purchasing the lingerie from the store, there wasn't nearly enough time before her "meeting" to order the items she needed off lone, she just needed to do some research. It had been a very long time since Ara had purchased underwear other then the functional cotton panties in a six pack at Walmart. Spending fifty plus dollars on a pair of underwear that were meant to only be worn for a few minutes before being removed for the actual sex seemed rather impractical. But after her research on how to properly seduce someone, she'd learned that the right lingerie could do wonders.

That was something back in her youth that she had known. Sure Francis was flirtatious and one always ready for sex (even more so then most men) when she was trying to conceive Ara had bought plenty of lacy-fancy-panties all to spice things up worth her husband in hopes that it would lead to more sex and that more sex would lead to the birth of a child. It had, and after Mrs. Bonnefoy had had her first child she was content with herself and hadn't really put more effort into having anymore resulting in the fact that Peter was an only child (it wasn't like she'd taken any precautions with Francis to stop the conception of a second child either—it just hadn't happened). That was all so long ago, and those undergarments had been thrown away and even if she had still owned them her body had changed since then; her hips had grown wider from child birth, aging, weight gain, and all the other usual things that caused women's bodies to change over tie. Her breast weren't the same size and shape anymore, They were still round, but had begun their decent though there was no need to call them saggy yet, just not as perky as they'd been before.

As she looked through the pages of scantily clad women Ara couldn't help but think of all the gifts she'd received from her husband in the form of lingerie or little costumes to possibly spice things up in the bedroom. She'd refused to wear the costumes. They were just plain embarrassing. She was far too old to dress up as a naughty school girl (a traditional costume for bedroom role playing) and had refused to wear it. He'd shown up with a French Maid costume after that. Again Ara had refused. There was also the police officer, pirate, nurse, firefighter, and lifeguard costumes; all were put somewhere deep in the closet. Seeing how it was all intimate wear they were non-returnable, throwing them away seemed wasteful, and she would be positively mortified if Peter had ever found any of them (and the poor boy would surely be traumatized). There was also the lingerie he'd purchased. Originally when Francis had wanted to give his wife a "sexy gift" it had been with fancy panties, lacy thongs, and other such things. Those weren't nearly as embarrassing as the costumes, and after she'd refused so many of the outfits he'd gone back to the lingerie. But the Frenchman had gotten daring with those things and had purchased crotch less numbers, this just defeated the purpose of underwear and Ara had placed those in the back of the closet as well.

Being the practical woman she was, the first thought she had had was to go and recycle some of her sexy under garments for the seduction of Alfred. Then when she thought about cheating on her husband wasn't a practical thing to do, so why not go out of her way to choose something a little more interesting, and well something new. She wouldn't want to make the poor boy think that he was just a side thought and not worth a new ensemble meant for the bedroom. There were so many different styles to hose from as far as lingerie went, the majority of them were skimpy little numbers that would look best on a thin little thing still in her prime, things that would expose far too much skin if she was going after a guy so youthful as Alfred. Odds were that any girl he had been with had been well, still in her prime. Thin little things, with perky breasts, not a single wrinkle and didn't need make-up to look Fresh and youthful, because they actually were.

Ara sighed deleting the browser information and closed the lap top. She was starting to get nervous about this whole thing now. She needed to get all of the second thoughts out of her head.

Ara looked over all of the lingerie on display. She had ruled out anything that showed off too much skin. Though she wasn't fat or even chubby her hips still had stretch marks on them and possibly her rear-end as well. That left fewer options that she would had hoped for but more then she expected. "Could I like help you find anything?" the sound of the young man working's voice started her. He was blonde and well dressed with a name tag that read Feliks.

"Oh I uh—do I look that lost?" Ara asked with an uneasy chuckle. Standing there in a lingerie shop and being asked for help was something to well make her feel more then slightly embarrassed, but right now she really did need help it was almost noon and she still had to go to the drug store and her appointments.

"A bit." Feliks giggled, he then added, "A lot of women like you are confused."

Women like me? Ara thought, surely this boy didn't know that she was planning on cheating on her husband with a an young enough to be her son. "What do you mean?"

The young man looked a bit confused, "Well like women who are older—like no offence meant by that… but you are like kinda older." Had he just apologized and insulted her in the same breath. She didn't want to think about that too much or she would get angry. All Ara needed to do was buy the lingerie and get on to her other tasks before Peter got home. He would surely ask questions about her purchases, "Anyway what exactly are you looking for, something sexy? Something innocent but still like totally sexy? What's your man into?"

What she looking for? What was she looking for? "I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what he's into." It was true she wasn't quite sure what his preferences were. She knew that he had dated a couple of girls well she was pretty sure he had. After all he was athletic and handsome, extremely charming, charismatic, basically the kind of guy everyone wanted to be or wanted to be with. "But I know what I want."

"Oh that's totally fine. Just so like you know, even though I'm sure you like already totally know this—guys are happy with what they get, period. Like I tell all t costumers who aren't sure what they're doing that, so like you can't go wrong." He touched her shoulder and leaned in closer to her, "This is more for you then for him honey so what you're totally comfy with is way more important, kay!" this guy was really rather cheerful.

Ara nodded, "Well I want something that covers me up… but not like too much and something not too tight."

He placed his hand to his chin, "What are some areas you want to show off and like that you want to cover up?"

"I want to cover my hips I suppose, and my breast aren't what they used to be so a lot of support there—"

"Hmm would a bustier be too much?"

"Well I'm afraid I'm not curvy enough for that." They both looked her body up and down.

"Oh it'll give you curves if you put it on right. It gives me curves, and I'm a board!" he laughed, "How about a baby doll or chemise? They'll both over up your hips… and if we went with a baby doll with an underwire and some padding you'll get support. Though that means you can't go sheer. And well you'll have to wear the right heels and stockings to make it sexy."

"I suppose that would work out well." She said thinking about it. In her research the women were all wearing heels, but that meant she had to make another stop, the ones she had weren't the kind people would wear during a seduction, "About the color I'd like something blue… like a conservative blue." She thought Alfred would like that color, and a brighter blue reminded her too much of her husband. Ara also thought of the color red, but red was far too flashy. Black crossed her mind for a moment, but that was too somber.

"Okay blue baby doll with loads of support… I can actually totally do that! Gosh you're so like totally lucky." He hurried to the back corner and returned holding what she requested for her out. "Here this'll be like seventy five dollars with the taxes and junk, I'll sell you the stockings to go with it for only an extra twenty so ninety-five total."

Under normal circumstances Ara would have freaked out. That was nearly a hundred dollars for something she would wear once. But this wasn't normal. She quickly paid and hurried out of the store she had to buy shoes now too on top of everything else. The shoe store trip was quick and easy, while the black heels she found weren't the kind a prostitute, porn star, or some other kind of loose woman would wear they were still high enough and strappy so they would pass (where did one buy shoes like that anyways?). She then had her eye brow appointment (the things were quite wild) she was tempted to add on a waxing of somewhere ore intimate, but that would be far too embarrassing so she decided against that). There was no one more stop… the drug store.

There were things that needed to be bought, things that the Bonnefoy's didn't keep in their home… mainly condoms. Mr. and Mrs. Bonnefoy weren't the kind to use precautions against having another child. Neither one of them were against the idea of another baby in their family, and using them would take away the spontaneous mood that Francis preferred. As Ara stood in the aisle of the store she couldn't help but think of her husband and what he was like. She sighed, was he stupid enough to not use them with his little Parisian fling Monique (the name she'd dubbed the fictional woman her mind had created). Well unlike her husband Ara wasn't an idiot and would be making sure she was prepared. There was only the whole, determining what size to buy and what style. She had no idea what Alfred had in his trousers, and she didn't want to make assumptions that would either get her too excited or well insult the boy. She sighed and reached up grabbing one of each size they had of just the plain old boring condoms. Then headed to the check out, the girl behind the register just starred at her, not really saying anything a blush on her cheeks, Ara paid without a word then went to the car. It was nearly two thirty now, she needed to beat her son home and find a hiding place for what she'd bought.

The next morning Ara had woken up, given Peter money for his trip and the moment the boy was out the door, she'd locked it. There was so much to do, and so little time to do it, the house needed to be cleaned again, well not completely ever since peter had began to love videogames and grew out of playing with toys, the main rooms had remained clean… but still she felt as it they were in no way good enough. She went through dusting the living and dining rooms, vacuumed the carpets and mopped the floors of the hallway and rearranged things. The shoes that normally sat on the mat near the door had been removed and place in the closet. With the common rooms in place she cleaned the bathrooms next and changed the sheets on the bed she was supposed to share with only her husband but was hoping to share with another man in just a few hours. With her house in order she had to prepare herself next.

Ara got into the shower washed herself carefully using the expensive body wash that her husband had brought back as a gift from France after his last trip, shaved her underarms and legs and washed her hair. Once clean she got out of the shower and got to work on her hair, what was there to do with it? Leave it be curl it up? Put it in a pony tail or bun? She settled on just drying it and pulling it back into a pony tail leaving it a bit messy, it was the way she'd seen a lot of teenage girls wear their hair before and even on those websites when she was doing her searches, some of the models looked fine with their hair in that way, and put on some make up. It was just something simple, some foundation and canceller, eyeliner, mascara and some lip stick in a matte faded red. She put on the lingerie she'd purchased the day before, it didn't look half bad on her, that Feliks guy did seem to know what he was talking about, but that she supposed came from the fact that he did sell women the things for a living, so he would know what he was ding, wouldn't he? She tossed on one of her simple dresses over the ensemble, and put the heels on. Looking at herself in the full length mirror the shoes and stockings didn't quite go with the dress, but before she could change the door bell rang. She quickly glanced over herself again, then hurried to answer the door.

"Coming she called" descending the stairs Here we go Ara. She thought with a deep sigh as she fixed her hair one last time and opened up the front door revealing the one she had done all of this for.

Alfred looked more gorgeous then she'd remembered, there was something about that natural tan, wide muscular shoulders, huge never faded perfect smile, beautiful blue eyes behind glasses. He was dressed in just a T-shirt and a pair of jeans a normal outfit for anyone his age, though she had half expected to see him in the kind of shorts boys his age wore, after all it was summer, but she was quite fine with the jeans. "Hey Mrs. B." he said brightly with a grin as she stepped aside to let her in."Where is Peter?" he asked stepping in.

She gently closed the door noticing that she hadn't gotten a manicure, but it was way too late for that. "He's not here." She said locking the door, "I thought today it could just be the two of us and that we could well talk." He looked a bit confused, unless you don't want to talk." She steered him into the living room.

He followed and took a seat on the couch, without being told he was allowed to. "Oh no, it's cool. I guess that little chat on the side walk wasn't really enough. So what does he need help with exactly."

"Honestly," she said with a little shrug "way too many things for you to be the only help he needs. I don't doubt that you're a bright young man, but the boy's also quite lazy I don't think you can fix that."

"Oh well uh what does he need help with school work wise."

"He'll be studying biology come fall…" Ara moved herself so that her thigh was touching Alfred's she felt and saw him tense up, "…but I was wondering about something—Alfred do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not right now." He said looking nervously at Mrs. Bonnefoy, "We broke up after prom because Angelique's going to a school far away from mine, so there was going to be a whole long distance thing—why?"

"I was just curious." She said turning to look at him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "But that makes me happy to hear that you're single now." She smiled, that was good to hear so he didn't have a girl currently, logically he'd have less hang ups about everything she was about to suggest.

"Oh." Was all he said looking at her, then he tilted his head to the side, "So if that's all should I go then?" he didn't seem to be too comfortable."

"Don't go." She held onto his shoulder then moved herself so that her knees were in the couch on both sides of his legs, "I have more things to ask."

He gulped looking rather nervous. His arms were tense at his side as he looked up at the woman who was straddling him. She could tell that the way she was acting was having an effect on him, and one in the way that she desired.

"What do you think about me Alfred?"

"What are you doing?" he asked.

That wasn't an answer to her question but she decided to answer it anyways pressing a kiss against his lips. At first it was just a small testing peck, but when the boy seemed to press back against her lips she parted them partially he followed her lead and his separated. She pulled her mouth away from his and what sounded like a wine from a puppy came from his lips. Ara's grin was full on and the lids of her eyes were low as she looked down into his eyes, "Alfred I've been a lonely woman, and something about you makes me feel like you could fix that."

He looked up at her eyes somewhat wide. This was all knew territory to him, he'd never had an older woman come onto him like this. Well at all. He was used to high school girls flirting around with him, but he was a good boy and didn't go around kissing on ones he wasn't dating. But there was something about Mrs. Bonnefoy that made him feel like he just had to kiss her back and if he understood her correctly then this was heading into completely new waters, "I can?" is all he said looking up at her.

She nodded, "Yes, yes you can." She smiled kissing him again, this time with far more passion moving her tongue into his mouth and taking his hands placing them on her hips, she parted them and that wine came from him once again. He didn't want her to stop, and in that instant Ara decided she wouldn't regret her actions at all. She moved her lips so that they were right by his ear then nibbled it. Between her little bites she whispered against the skin. "Tell me Alfred have you ever been with a woman before?"

She gulped and shook his head, "No ma'am." She was expecting him to say yes or something like that. She heard about the way youth were now-a-days. How teenagers were having sex younger and younger and doing more and more daring things, and her she was straddling the local golden boy who turned out to be a virgin.

Ara grinned a little wider, "That's alright, I am willing to teach you everything you need to know."