A Wife's Maternal Instincts

Maternal Instincts 1

by Willing Wimp

My wife, June, has a way with young people. Perhaps it's because I have a low sperm count and we have never been able to have children of our own. Perhaps it's because we live in a college town, and are surrounded by young people. But June really warms up to the youngsters. She insists that every school year, we make our guest bedroom available free-of-charge for one deserving student. She never chooses young ladies--I think she is a bit jealous that my wandering eye may secretly spy on them--she knows me so well. She knows that I can't be trusted not to lust after pretty young coeds, and she gets extremely upset with me if she so much as suspects that I am looking at another woman. So her one rule to the young men who are invited to live with us is that no female visitors are allowed to set foot in the house. Period.

But don't think of her as unreasonable. She is so generous. She treats each young man like the son we never had. She insists that the boy consider her like their mom away from home, and asks the boys to call her Mama June. She also tells the boys to call me Uncle Willie. You might think that she would have chosen to have them call me Papa Willie, but I'm afraid I don't cut much of a father figure for the boys. June also insists on calling them her "boys." I am fearful that they might be offended, because she treats them as though they are younger, less mature than they actually are. I think this is because she knows that many of them are living away from home for the first time (she likes to pick freshmen), and that they no doubt miss their mothers.

It's wonderful that she has this outlet for her maternal instincts. It gives such a warm family feeling to come into the den and watch her cuddled on the sofa with one of our young charges. She will often let her pick for the year rest his head on her lap while watching a DVD. It is so heart warming to watch as she strokes the boy's hair, tickles his chest, rubs his shoulder, or scratches his back. June knows it's hard for a boy to lie on his arm. She says it could cut off the circulation, which wouldn't be healthy. So to get them comfortable, she encourages her boy to snake an arm around her hips or under her thighs, even though I know he must be understandably shy about doing so.

You might wonder how June finds the boys to live with us. Every fall, at the beginning of a new school year, June takes out an ad in the local alternative paper. She says that's the paper that most of the college students read. It has a rather unusual personal ads section. This is the ad that she runs:

Free Room and Board. Bored housewife looking for handsome, muscular young student to live-in. Must be full-time student. Prefer weightlifters, athletes, at least 6" tall. Willing to help with heavy lifting. Applicants must send two photos: face and full length.

I have always found the ad a bit objectionable, but I have never dared to tell her so. I think it quite unnecessary and irrelevant for June to say she is bored. It actually makes her sound like a less vibrant and interesting person than she actually is. June also makes the same typographical error every year. She must not realize that "feet" as in "6 feet tall" should be rendered with a single quotation mark, like this: ' . But every year she makes the same mistake and uses the double quotation mark, ", that means inches. Clearly, she doesn't want a boy who is at least 6 inches tall. That would be ridiculous. Frankly, I don't understand why she has a height requirement at all. I also find it somewhat curious that she specifies weightlifting and heavy lifting as qualifications because, in truth, there is very little heavy lifting around the house, and she doesn't ask our young tenants to do even the most minimal housework. She expects me to do all the cleaning up after them, which I really think is a bit unfair, though I would never say that directly to June.

June spends a week or so interviewing the applicants to determine which lucky one will receive free room and board. She likes to conduct the interviews in private, which I suppose is understandable. Each interview takes about an hour. She interviews them in my study, but closes the door and keeps me out. She thinks it would make the boys nervous to have both of us interviewing them at once. Sometimes I think the interviews must make June nervous as well. She really overdresses for them. You would think it was June applying for a job, not a young man seeking room and board. Although she is a natural beauty, June nevertheless spends a great deal of time applying make up before each interview. Rouge, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick. Perhaps she's trying to hide her age, although she really doesn't need to. She is in her late thirties, and still looks great, even if not like the slim college coeds that are ubiquitous in our neighborhood.

June's beauty is softer, more voluptuous, fully feminine. She wears clothes that accentuate the hourglass figure that she maintains. She conducts the interviews wearing a sheer, button down blouse unbuttoned to reveal her deep cleavage. Her breasts are held in place, but hardly contained, by low cut frilly bras that show through her silky blouses. My guess is that June thinks of her breasts as a warm, inviting, maternal feature that will put the boys at their ease.

Perhaps in an effort to look younger, she wears skirts for the interviews that I would have to say are more than a bit too short. She favors the little black skirts with a slit up one thigh that the coeds like to wear. June's hips and bottom are fuller than the 19-year-olds on campus, however, and her skirts are very tight and hug her upper thighs and hips very tightly. I usually greet the young men when they arrive at our front door, and usher them into my study. June is usually waiting for them sitting in my swivel desk chair. The young man's first sight of June is as she is sitting in my chair with her legs crossed. She greets the boy while seated, which usually affords him a revealing view down her blouse. The short skirt makes her legs look very long.

June likes to wear high heels, which make her legs look even longer. The mini skirt also hikes high up her thigh. After a boy takes a seat across from June, she uncrosses her legs. I catch a glimpse of panty, usually quite a colorful flash because she likes to wear red panties when she wears her black mini skirt. But I'm probably the only one to notice that because I have a panty fetish and my eyes are always locked on her legs at that moment, because she always uncrosses them at just the same time after the boy sits down and before I leave my study. I'm sure the boys don't glimpse her panties because they no doubt are struck first by June's bright green eyes and her vivacious smile.

For some reason, June seems to think that muscles are important, even though she really doesn't put our young man to work. She keeps a bottle of massage oil on my desk during the interviews, the better to discern their muscle definition, she says. I find this very messy, and can't understand why their muscles are so important to her. It wouldn't be so bad if June just asked the young men to take off their shirts and apply oil to themselves. But June can be very clumsy. I almost always have to bring her a change of blouse between interviews, because she almost always spills oil on the front of her blouses.

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