Summer brought in the last of the grocery bags from Zippy's trunk and set them down on the kitchen counter. A soft smile graced her lips. Zippy. She had once found it ridiculous to name the family car, and especially with a name such as that. However, it had grown on her over the years, even after Tai's passing. And living out in rural Patch the way she did, it was an invaluable asset for grocery shopping, or any other reason to head into town.

Curiously, the first floor was empty when she had first come back from shopping. Or perhaps not at all. It had only been a few days since her home had been filled with life once more, but each of the teenagers in her care had their own distinct routines and habits that they kept up.

Ruby was sadly still unconscious. Summer didn't know how much longer it would last, but if it was anything like her own case, it would likely be a few more days. She was going to bake that sweet girl the sweetest batch of cookies she'd ever tasted once she finally woke.

Yang… Yang was in her room. Summer understood that she needed time to be to herself, but it wasn't healthy to cut yourself off from your support systems. Still, she wouldn't push the girl. She would be patient. When Yang was ready to talk, she would. And Summer would be there for her as well.

Jaune on the other hand was a strange case. Just yesterday she had caught him out back chopping firewood, which had been promptly put to use later that evening. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, it was good to have help around the house again. So far he had been a valuable assistant with her normal household chores. He'd helped her do the dishes. He'd helped her cook dinner later on in the day. It was comforting to have someone around to talk to when it was obvious that her girls weren't ready yet. If helping her out around the house made him happy, then her insistence that he not lift a finger for her sake could gladly be thrown out the window.

The question was, where was he this time?

After putting away the last of the frozen and refrigerated foods, Summer took a brief tour around the house to see if she could catch him in the act. A quick trip upstairs showed two closed doors belonging to her daughters, an empty bathroom, and an empty bedroom of her own. He had to be outside somewhere. It wasn't as if he could just walk into town without the help of Zippy. Then again, he could have done that if he'd wanted to. He was a wonderfully stubborn young man like that…

As Summer approached the backdoor she peeked out, hoping that she'd find him out back again chopping wood. And of course, absolutely not so she could see him shirtless again. She merely wondered what kind of activity he was getting himself into this time. It was a new and almost exciting sensation to wonder every day how he might surprise her with his thoughtfulness and helpful attitude.

When she didn't see him, Summer opened the door and stepped outside. There was the faintest trace of a voice she could hear over in the distance. She paused to focus on the sound. It was distinctly feminine. Maybe Yang had woken up and decided to come out with Jaune to get some fresh air?

Summer neared the tree line, her silver eyes glancing around in hopes of spotting a familiar pair of blonde heads. To her disappointment she found only one. Then who was talking to Jaune?

"All right, Jaune. Just like we practiced. Follow these instructions."

Who was there? And why was Jaune armed with his sword and shield? Just what was he doing?

"Shield up. Keep your grip tight. Don't forget to keep your front foot forward. Ready? Go."

Summer flinched when she saw the boy suddenly lunge forward, thrusting his sword in the air.

"Again."

He struck again, this time a powerful slash that cut through the invisible opponent who stood before him.

"And again."

Jaune spun around this time, another savage strike that managed to rustle the leaves on one of the nearby tree branches. He certainly was powerful. Jaune's lean muscle didn't tell the full story of just how strong he was.

When he moved this time, he uncovered something that Summer hadn't seen before. A scroll sat upon a nearby fallen branch. The face on its screen was unmistakable.

Pyrrha Nikos. Jaune's partner and friend.

Summer's hands came up to cup her mouth. She wanted to turn and run away to give the boy his privacy in what was undoubtedly a personal moment. But blue eyes spotted her first. She had been caught. She could only hope he wouldn't be upset with her.

"Summer," he greeted, thankfully not angrily. A welcoming smile grew on his face before he reached down and grabbed the scroll from its resting place. He pocketed the device after closing it. "Sorry, I was just doing some training. Didn't mean to scare you with all the noise."

That smile. That soft, endearing, but ultimately false smile. It was one Summer knew all too well. One she had once worn herself. Where Jaune wore it in order to hide the pain of his partner being gone, Summer had once donned the mask after Tai had passed. Because she had to. Because she was Supermom. She couldn't look weak in front of Ruby or Yang. She was all they had left. She was their world, just as they were hers.

Summer wouldn't call Jaune's bluff. No, it wasn't her place to do so. She would play along and act like nothing was wrong. If that's what he wanted to do, she had no right to tell him otherwise.

"I'm sorry for snooping like that," she chose to say instead. "It wasn't right."

"It's okay. Besides, maybe it's for the best that I stop watching that video for a while."

A video that was undoubtedly causing him grief. Much like how she'd stared at photographs of herself and Tai after he'd passed. She couldn't say whether or not it was good for him to view it. Different people grieved in different ways. Some wanted to flood themselves with memories of those they'd lost. Others wanted to try to push them out of their mind entirely. No one was right or wrong.

"Are you sure?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

"Yeah," he said, continuing to wear the false smile on his face. It hurt her to see it. "Besides, talking to you makes me happy."

Summer blinked. A chill ran down her spine.

"What I mean is that I feel happier when I talk to you," he quickly corrected. "You're… well like you said about me, you're good company. And you're really easy to talk to."

Warmth quickly replaced the chill in her body. "Thank you, Jaune." She noted how he was fully-clothed out in the cool fall weather, and chose to change the subject to that. "Well at least you're wearing a sweatshirt this time," she quipped. Jaune's smile remained, and her own formed in response.

He shrugged, taking hold of his scabbard with one hand while sliding his elegant long sword in with the other. "Yeah, it's not as sweaty as chopping wood. All I'm really focusing on is technique here. Not trying to work up a sweat or anything."

How disappointing. Summer chased the thought from her mind immediately, quickly speaking in order to forget it. "So you were training? How are your hand to hand abilities? I know that it's Yang's preferred style, but it's always been Ruby's weakness."

"It's… I dunno, actually," he frowned. He wasn't upset by the question, more deep in thought if his upward glance was anything to go by. "I'm more of a sword and board style fighter," he continued, tapping his sheathed sword with his left hand. "Never really gave hand to hand much thought."

A good huntsman was skilled with more than just their weapon. A huntsman had to be resourceful. They needed a backup plan. Maybe it was time to teach Jaune that lesson that… sadly Pyrrha never was able to teach him.

"And if you ever lose it?" she asked, nodding down to the weapon by his side.

The scrape of steel rang in the air, and Jaune drew his weapon once more. Probably not even to use it, but simply to prove his point by holding it firmly in his hand. "I won't," he insisted.

It was a fine blade. If it was Summer's she wouldn't have wanted to lose it either. Still, things happened on the battlefield. Things which were out of your control.

"What if you do?" she continued to press.

Again, he protested the very idea. "I w-"

And in doing so, played right into her hands.

Summer moved light lightning, her right leg kicking high up into the air and connecting with Jaune's hand which held his sword. He was unprepared for such a strike, and as such his weapon was sent flying up and back through the air, landing deeper into the trees behind him.

"You won't, will you?"

His head whipped around to follow where the blade had gone, and after a couple seconds turned back to view the mother of two with wide blue eyes. His slacked jaw soon erupted with words of disbelief. "Wow. That was… that was fast…"

Summer smiled. "Ruby had to get it from somewhere," she joked. She followed up quickly by dropping into a combat stance. "Come on. Show me what you've got."

"Mis-" He stopped himself before even finishing the word. The show of strength from her had undoubtedly given him newfound respect for the woman who stood before him. Sometimes it was easy for others to forget that she was a trained and licensed huntress. "Summer. I couldn't."

"Oh? Why not?" Her legs shifted, and she walked slowly around Jaune. "Is it because I'm a woman?"

Jaune began to spin with her, not allowing Summer to get an angle to attack him from behind should she decide to. "What? No, of course not."

Summer smiled as she continued to stalk around him. "Is it because I'm old?"

"You- you're absolutely not old," Jaune insisted. "You look amazing!"

The compliment made her stop in her tracks, caught off-guard by the enthusiasm in his voice. A pleased smirk curled its way into her lips. However, she would not be deterred in her quest to take Jaune's mind off of his sad thoughts.

"Is it because I'm Ruby and Yang's mother?"

"Well…"

Silver eyes narrowed briefly before she struck.

Summer was down low in an instant, using a hand to brace herself on the ground as her right leg leapt out and spun toward Jaune's feet. He had no time to react, and in less than a second Jaune's legs were swept out from under him, sending the boy down on his back with a dull thump on the grass.

She was back up at her full height in an instant, and for the first time since meeting Jaune, was the one looking down upon him. "I've been killing Grimm since before you were born. I may be old, I may be a mother of two, but I'm still a huntress. And I'm more than capable of giving you a good workout." She winked teasingly. "Little boy."

A hand was extended down to him, and after a brief second of confusion Jaune took it. He was heavy. A veritable wall of meat and muscle, and Summer herself was nearly pulled off her feet when he decided to take her hand with his. It would have ruined her whole speech just now if he was able to take her down so easily just by offering her help.

"I just… I wasn't ready, is all," he insisted. So much pride. Then again, he was young. Only a year at Beacon under his belt.

Someone would need to show him the rest of the way. Why couldn't it be her? At least to start off.

"Now you see why it's important to be able to at least hold your own without a weapon. Not everyone fights fair, Jaune. And not everyone fights with a traditional weapon. Even if you have your sword, there are times you might be better off not using it."

He nodded, but whether he understood her point or it was merely a courtesy, she couldn't say.

"I want you to give me your best shot," she said, taking a step back away from the boy.

"You- you mean try to hit you?"

"Try," she agreed with a smile.

"But what if I do?"

"What if?"

"That's… not helping."

A hand came up to rest on her hip, and Summer's head tilted coyly as she gazed at the boy. "Jaune, are you worried about hurting me after what just happened?"

"I, um…" he trailed off, sounding somewhat embarrassed by the question. "I guess not."

"Good." Summer dropped into a fighting stance again, bringing her fists up and ready to receive whatever Jaune could give her. "So come on. Let's see how much of a punch you're packing."

Truth be told, Summer wanted to see if her own skills had eroded as well. Only going out on simple missions these days, she knew she was far from the peak condition she had enjoyed as a student at Beacon Academy. Despite what Jaune said about her great appearance, she knew that both age and lethargy had taken its toll on her body. The question was, how much?

Jaune's legs bent, doing their best to mimic the stance that Summer currently stood in. It was obvious he didn't have much, if any experience in fighting without his sword. He was merely copying both her and probably whatever action movies he had watched over the course of his life.

With a cry of effort, Jaune came forward, swinging with all his might at the woman who had beckoned him to come at her. The fist moved fast, unsurprising for a warrior with both Aura and Jaune's muscle mass. However, it was too slow, and Summer whipped her head to the left, allowing the fist to pass by harmlessly. Though to her curiosity, what felt like a gust of wind trailed behind the swing, making her wonder just how much of a punch he would have packed had it connected with her face.

She would have to be careful not to make a mistake and actually let him land the blow.

Summer dodged backwards a step, keeping her arms up as Jaune regrouped and faced her again. After a couple seconds he found his confidence once more and took another swing, this time aiming lower in hopes of connecting with her sternum. It was a wider target, and one that she could not simply moved to the side like she had her head. Summer's own hand lashed out, swinging sideways and connecting with Jaune's fist in order to deflect it and its energy away from her. Despite the fact that it hadn't landed, she again felt just how much force was behind the blow, and her own fist stung briefly from slamming into Jaune's strike and all the energy behind it.

He had raw, untapped power. That was for certain. He just needed someone to teach him to harness it. Maybe Yang, when she was ready. She enjoyed a good brawl, whether it was sparring, or that one time she had trashed a nightclub in Vale. That girl had received the grounding of a lifetime following that little mishap, and it was only venturing off to Beacon which saved her from still serving her punishment to this very day.

A look of visible frustration formed on Jaune's face, and as he took his third swing he snarled in anger. Rage could be a powerful ally in the heat of combat, but it could also cloud your judgment. Again, Summer's mind went back to Yang as proof of that. Perhaps it was best to end this before Jaune blew a fuse, or worse, developed any bit of resentment against Summer and her toying.

Summer caught his fist with her arms, trapping his own extended limb before clamping down on his wrist. In one fluid motion she twisted and spun, earning a yelp of equal parts surprise and pain from the young man as she wrapped his arm around behind his back, coming to stand behind the tall boy, wrenching his arm and pressing it closely against his back.

It was over. All she needed now was for him to cease his struggling. "Give up?" she spoke softly up into his ear.

To his credit, or perhaps not, Jaune did not surrender. He struggled and thrashed, twisting his own free arm around to try and grab hold of Summer in order to dislodge her from her dominating position behind him. He succeeded in grabbing hold of her clothing, and so Summer put on a little bit of extra pressure in order to convince him that it was over.

Jaune spun now, trying to escape the wrenching pressure on his shoulder. There was a pop. There was a cry of sudden agony. His body went limp in her arms.

He fell forward onto a knee.

Summer released him in an instant.

"Jaune!" she shouted, coming down to immediately kneel at his side.

His left hand gripped his right shoulder. His face was staring down to the ground, eyes closed and teeth clenched in pain.

"Jaune, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he lied, still not releasing his shoulder. He began squeezing and poking at it, and to her relief he didn't wince or gasp in any more pain. "It's not dislocated. I don't think at least."

Her motherly instincts took over, and she moved to stand behind the still kneeling boy. She came down to kneel behind him. "Let me see," she ordered, not giving him a choice in the matter. His hand dropped, and Summer's own fingers replaced them on his shoulder. She began to feel around for any signs of dislocation, as well as test him to see if any ligaments might be torn. Thankfully there was nothing to indicate either. "I think it was just a strain. Or if it was dislocated it went back in immediately after. No signs of any lasting damage. Your Aura should make you good as new in no time."

He stood in front of her, giving her a prime view of his backside as his full height was displayed in front of her still kneeling form. Summer stood up quickly herself to avoid staying in that compromising position any longer.

"Yeah," he agreed. Summer frowned. He wasn't talking too much anymore. Had she hurt his pride more than his shoulder?

"But your shoulder, your shoulders, are very tense," she continued, trying to spark more conversation. To move past this little debacle. "It's understandable, given everything you've been through. Your muscles are hard as rocks."

Jaune turned and shrugged. "I guess I just haven't noticed. Training and pain have all just been normal at Beacon."

"Well pain shouldn't be normal," she insisted. Summer took a step toward him, smiling warmly as she peered up at the boy. She needed to get their old rapport back. "Tell you what. Come inside and I'll give you a massage. Those tense muscles of yours will melt like butter under these fingers." She held said digits up, wiggling them to emphasize the point.

"Oh… no, I- I couldn't ask that. It was an accident. I know you didn't mean it."

"Your shoulders, and probably your back too would still be tense even without our little sparring mishap." Her arms folded across her chest, mother-mode switching on in an instant. "Jaune, I insist. If not to say I'm sorry, then to relieve you of some of your own physical stress. You'll feel much better afterward, I promise."

He hesitated, glancing away for a moment before nodding weakly. "Well… if you insist…"

"I do insist," she agreed. "Trust me, Tai used to love my massages. With all you've been doing, the training, the wood chopping, sleeping on a couch, your body could use a good massage."

Listing his accolades seemed to make Jaune perk up a little more. Reminding him of all he'd done for her already probably made him more receptive to receiving a little gift from her. "I guess."

"Great. Now march those legs upstairs to my room. Let me wash up first and I'll be right with you."

Summer stifled a laugh, her last order making her sound more like a doctor or a nurse than a huntress. But then again she was about to administer some treatment on the boy in her care. A massage would do him a world of good both physically and mentally, and it would make up for accidentally injuring his shoulder.

There were no downsides to her treatment plan.

Jaune stood alone in Summer's bedroom. He deliberately stood. Sitting on her bed just seemed wrong. Even if it wasn't. Like… like he would be expecting her impending arrival to involve more than just a massage.

Brothers, he'd seen too many spicy videos online.

Shaking off the thoughts, the boy began to pace purposefully around the room with his hands clasped behind his back. Anything to get his mind off the dirty thoughts that were infiltrating it. All in all it was a very normal room. The kind he would expect from any adult, even a huntress. Photos of loved ones lined her dresser, most of those being Ruby and Yang. There were some of her and what Jaune assumed was her team back from Beacon Academy. One was definitely their uncle, who he had seen at the school prior to the attack.

The two others he couldn't pinpoint exactly. One was a young woman with long black hair and red eyes, striking a remarkable resemblance to Qrow. A relative, perhaps? The other was a man, with short blond hair and blue eyes. Jaune couldn't say who he was either. He wondered if Summer kept in touch with the mystery man and woman as much as she did Qrow.

He wondered if he would keep in touch with Ren and Nora twenty years from now.

Before he could ponder the question much more, he heard a voice from behind. "Sorry for the wait," Summer said as she stepped inside. "How are you feeling?"

Jaune had to smile at the question. Here she was acting like she had just maimed him permanently, where all she had done was given him a mild sprain at worst. "I'm fine," he reassured her. "Really, no harm done."

"Still, this should do you a lot of good with all the stress you've been under." Jaune saw how Summer rolled up her sleeves, and in doing so focused on her more than he had been just a second ago.

Had she always had that low-cut top? Or had she put it on just for this occasion? When would she have had the opportunity? Or maybe it had just been concealed by her white cloak the whole time, which he saw was absent now?

One thing was for certain. Jaune had never noticed before, but Summer had assets…

He shook the thought from his head. Not now! Now was not the time to think such things about the sweet, kind, and caring mother of his friends.

"So let's get started, shall we?" she said, earning his full attention on her face again. "On the bed."

Jaune nodded nervously. He had to remember that this was all perfectly innocent. Only his mind was making it dirty.

He sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for Summer to perhaps sit beside or behind him and do her magic. So it came as a surprise when the woman came to stand in front of him with her hands on her hips expectantly.

"On your stomach, Jaune," she smiled.

Jaune looked around him, eyes glued to the neatly-made sheets on the mattress. "Oh, like, right here?"

"Well of course right here," she answered amusedly. "If we were going to do this sitting up we could have just done it in the kitchen."

He nodded again. Summer was the expert at this, apparently. He would trust that she knew what she was doing.

Jaune pushed himself back before lying down and rolling over onto his stomach. He placed his arms underneath his chin to give him some cushion. He felt a weight press on the bed beside him.

"And take your shirt off, please," Summer continued. The soft words from the woman he couldn't see sent chills down his spine. "I can't get a good grip if I'm fighting through two layers of fabric."

It made sense… it all did. Yet Jaune couldn't help his mind from wandering.

The blond boy rose to his knees, and grabbed hold of both his hoodie and t-shirt in one tight grasp before pulling them up and over his head. Next to him he saw Summer smiling innocently as she knelt beside him. There was no trace of discomfort in her expression. It was all him. It was all in his mind. He felt a bit more confident as he laid back down flat on his stomach.

Until he felt Summer's leg loop over the small of his back, and her weight press down on his backside.

Jaune jerked suddenly from the contact.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

No… no it most certainly did not hurt. But it did nothing to help the thoughts that were already floating in his mind.

"I-I'm fine," he insisted.

"Okay." Jaune heard her hands rubbing together. They sounded wet. "I'm going to get started, okay?"

"Sure."

He laid there staring at the headboard of Summer's bed, waiting for it to begin. The feel of soft, warm, and surprisingly moist hands met the skin on his back.

It felt like lightning shooting through his body.

What must have been some sort of oil was coating Summer's hands, and in no time she had begun to kneed into the muscles of his upper back and shoulders like a baker handling dough. He couldn't stop a gasp from slipping through his lips as the woman atop him dug and squeezed into his skin.

"My, my, so tense," she cooed, almost mockingly. "Relax, Jaune."

Relax? Relax? How could he possibly relax when he was bare-chested on a woman's bed, and she was on top of him feeling up his back?

"Sorry," he hurriedly replied.

Summer giggled softly. "It's fine, sweetie. You do whatever makes you feel good, okay?"

Was she really telling a teenage boy in his situation to do that? Jaune was pretty sure he had a very different idea of what would feel good right now from what she did.

Little Jaune had a very similar mindset right now…

Summer's fingers continued to assault the tense muscles on his back. Sometimes she would drive her knuckles into particularly tender areas. Other times she would run a palm up and down the large surface of his back. It was the latter that had the most effect on him. Not in relaxing his muscles… but in causing an entirely different part of the body to become more… stressed.

"It looks like you've needed this for a long time," she said. Had her face come closer to his ear? "You must have taken quite a beating at Beacon. It's a travesty they don't offer massage services there with all the stress you kids are under."

"Y-yeah," he agreed, a harsh exhale shooting from his mouth. "It was hard."

"I can tell. You're so stiff, Jaune."

His mind went immediately to the portion of his body that was all but stabbing into her mattress right now. She's talking about your back. She's talking about your back. There's no way she can see what's going on down there…

"So while you're relaxing, anything you feel like talking about?"

Definitely not what your hands are doing to me… "Um… I don't know. Nothing's coming to mind immediately."

He felt her hips rock slightly as another soft laugh shook her body. "Well that's fine. If you need to take a little nap right now because of this that'll be fine. I know my massages can have that kind of effect sometimes."

She's telling you that if you want to sleep in her bed that's fine. Even though Jaune knew what she meant… he couldn't not think about that sort of thing. After all, Summer was wearing a skirt. All that separated him from Summer's womanhood right now was a pair of panties. He wondered, if he were to flip over onto his back right now, and she could feel the effect she was having on him pressing up against her panty-clad pussy… what would she think about that? What would she do?

Maybe just closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep would be the best option. At least if he was asleep he wouldn't be thinking all these dirty thoughts about the woman who was so graciously allowing him to spend the night at her home. The home with her two daughters in it! Jaune felt so terrible thinking about her in such a sexual way. Summer was one of the kindest people he had ever met, and he was fantasizing about having sex with her.

The pressure of her hands seemed to lessen, and more and more often Summer had switched to her flat-palmed technique. Her hands glided across his back now, fingers stroking delicate patterns along his shoulder blades and down to his ribcage. It felt almost as if she was feeling him. Caressing him. But then again, he knew that was just his perverted mind speaking again.

But by the gods… did it feel nice. To have a member of the opposite sex trailing her hands across his bare flesh. To have a beautiful woman like Summer feeling him while her feather-light weight pressed down on him. While her hips straddled his own… even if he wasn't in the best position to enjoy it fully…

He wondered how it would feel if he rubbed his hands all over her. All over her breasts with those hard, perky nipples he had seen sticking through her nightgown…

"Jaune? Jaune are you awake?"

The sudden mention of his name earned his attention. "Huh?"

"We're all finished," she said, and the words broke his heart. "You didn't respond the first time, and I thought you might have actually fallen asleep."

Tragically, Jaune felt the weight of Summer come up from his hips, and it suddenly felt cold without her presence. He turned his head to see how she sat on the side of the bed now, looking back on him with a smile.

"Oh, um, no," he struggled to reply. "I just kind of zoned out I guess."

That bright smile of her brightened all the more. "What did I tell you? My massages are the best."

They certainly were. Gods, how he wanted another one. "Y-yeah," he agreed. "It was… great."

"So do your back and shoulders feel better?"

Jaune used his fists to prop his torso up slightly, and to his surprise there was zero pain. His whole back somehow felt lighter and more flexible than it ever had before. Summer's fingers had truly done magic on his flesh.

"Wow, yeah," he confirmed. "It feels…"

Hard!

Jaune stopped himself from getting up completely, and in fact fell back down onto his stomach lest the other effect Summer had on his body be revealed.

"Jaune?" she asked worriedly.

The young man rested his chin on the mattress, unable to look at Summer when he spoke. "Um, I'm just gonna rest here a few more minutes if you don't mind," he said hurriedly. He didn't want to say too much. He didn't want to let her know something was wrong.

He didn't want to let her know that her touch had made him rock-hard.

Jaune couldn't read her face when she replied. "Oh. Okay. I'll… just get out of your hair then." The weight on the side of the bed left when Summer stood up. "I'll be downstairs."

"Right."

With that Jaune was left alone to wait for his throbbing erection to go down. With so many memories of Summer's touch so fresh in his mind, he might need more than a few minutes.

Warm water cascaded down Summer's body as she stood underneath the showerhead. In her left hand was a sud-covered loofah, the scent of her favorite vanilla-honey body wash permeating the hot, moist air. She dragged the soft thing down her body, a trail of white following after that only remained a short time before the cleansing water raining down on her washed it away.

The sound of the bathroom door opening earned her attention, and Summer jerked the shower curtain aside with her free hand. Her eyes widened when she saw Jaune standing before her in nothing but the bathrobe she had purchased for him earlier.

"Jaune?" she questioned.

"Shh," he hushed her before his hands came up to his waist and tugged on the robe's belt. It opened up and collapsed onto the floor in a crumpled heap.

Hungry silver eyes took in all that was laid bare before her. Where before she had seen only the youthful flesh of his back and chest, now she was seeing all of him. All of Jaune. All of his ready hardness…

The curtain was pushed aside, and Jaune stepped in close to her. His large hand pressed gently onto her stomach, slowly trailing upward until it rested underneath her left breast. Summer stood in stunned silence, hardly believing what was happening. She watched as his fingers crept upward, grazing the surface of her supple, fleshy mound, before resting to envelop her breast completely.

"It's been so long since you've felt a man's touch, hasn't it, Summer?" he whispered, leaning in close so that his hot breath hit her wet hair.

Jaune was right. Years. So many years. Losing her husband so tragically, and being a widowed mother of two, she had no time to date. She had no right to subject her daughters to a new man in their lives.

Summer didn't flinch underneath Jaune's touch. She didn't protest. She didn't even speak. The only sound she made was a soft moan as he gave her yearning breast a firm squeeze.

"I'm here now," he continued, allowing his other hand to move and rest on her hip. He gave her captured breast another eager squeeze, earning another forced exhale from Summer's lips. "I'll make you feel so good, Summer."

From her hip his hand migrated further back, finding a soft, ample butt, and giving one of her cheeks a firm squeeze as well.

Summer knew she was already soaking wet from the shower, but even she knew that the wetness between her legs had nothing to do with her bathing. Nor did the burning-hot sensation that accompanied it. Jaune and his touch were reducing the woman to a hot and bothered mess, and she wanted nothing more than the hand on her ass to come back around front and feel the most sensitive and yearning part of her body.

Apparently Jaune could read her mind, and she felt the hand that wasn't squeezing and pinching her chest to move, grazing her pubic hair before finding the hot slit between her legs. She parted them willingly to allow him easier access. "This is what you want," he whispered knowingly, his warm breath sending chills down her spine. "You want to fuck me."

She did. Brothers, she did. She wanted him in the worst way. She wanted him to take care of needs which had been ignored for years now. She wanted to feel like a woman again. She wanted this man to make her feel things she hadn't felt in so, so long…

A pair of fingers found their mark, and waves of pleasure washed over Summer's naked body as readily as the water of the shower did. Jaune's grip on her was absolute, and she couldn't retreat while she was in his hands. Not that she even wanted to in the first place…

"Let's fuck, Summer," she heard him say delicately into her ear. "No one will have to know what we do in private. It'll be our little secret."

Silver eyes closed as Jaune's fingers toyed with her womanhood. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her right now.

Slowly but surely, Jaune accommodated her request. His fingers were knocking at the gate of her pussy. Already slick from both water and desire, it took little effort for Jaune's digits to part the folds of her long-unused sex, sliding inside her agonizingly slowly. Summer gasped, crying out in pleasure as Jaune reached the limit he could fit his fingers inside her…

Summer jolted upright.

Underneath the warmth of a blanket, darkness was all around her. Only the dull red light of the alarm clock on the table next to her bed gave any illumination in the room.

Her heart was pounding, and it took several seconds to remember where she was. She was in her bedroom. It… it had all been a dream. Just a dream. She hadn't had sex with Jaune. No, that had never happened.

But the feeling between her legs begged to differ.

Summer's womanhood burned with passion and desire the likes of which she hadn't felt in years. There was a yearning there, an itch that once upon a time had been scratched by Taiyang. Before that, she had been able to do it herself when it came. She hadn't felt the urge to do that much since Tai had passed. But now that it was there…

No!

She couldn't. She just couldn't. Not now. Not under these circumstances. Not when… not when she had just had a naughty dream about her daughters' friend!

Summer threw her covers off of her, standing up before she could even contemplate the idea of getting herself off while she was still hot and bothered by the thought of Jaune. No. She couldn't. Absolutely not. Even if…

Even if she knew that he had felt a similar reaction to her earlier…

In addition to her thighs, Summer's face grew incredibly hot from the memory of that…

Jaune had tried to be subtle, he had tried to be polite, but she could tell that… that he had a natural sort of reaction to her massage earlier. That was the reason he hadn't wanted to get off of the bed right away. He was hiding something. Something embarrassing and personal. And in all honesty…

She was flattered. She was flattered that someone her age could have that sort of effect on a boy his age…

No, not a boy. He's eighteen, remember? Silver eyes widened in the darkness. No, stop it, Summer!

With a shake of her head Summer opened her bedroom door and marched over to the bathroom. She was thirsty.

Her mouth was thirsty!

She just needed to get some water. Hopefully with that she'd be able to clear her mind and go back to sleep.

Hopefully she'd be able to avoid another sexy dream about the young man sleeping downstairs…

Author's Note: Starting the new year off with a bang. Even if that bang was only in Summer's dream.

With this chapter we're halfway through what I have planned for this story. Like I said before, it's only going to be a short one. It's been kind of a slow build in the first two chapters, but here we've seen our first bit of naughtiness. Much more to come in the next three chapters.

As always I want to thank everyone for their continued support. I truly appreciate all the kind words you've had both for me and this story.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks for reading.