After The Party Is Over

“Damn it,” my husband Sam muttered, “he’ll do the doors a mischief if he keeps that up.”

The ‘he’ my husband was referring to was our 15 year old son Tom who was suffering what the behaviourists would call teenage angst, putting it more bluntly Tom was in a right sulk and a teenager sulking was calculated to get everyone on edge.

Though on this occasion I suppose he had a good excuse to be sulking, he was supposed to be going to a party later that day, but his date had been grounded by her parents for some reason and the party was a ‘couples only’ affair. If he had been a typical hormonal teen Tom would have had a ‘back-up’ girl waiting in the wings, only Tom wasn’t exactly typical.

Truth be told I was a little worried about him and I knew his father was too, Tom rarely seemed to go out and socialise, the girl that had been going to the party with him was in fact his first girlfriend. What was worse from his point of view was that this particular party was a ‘must be at’ for teenagers, and of course he wasn’t going to be there.

“He’ll just have to get over it,” Sam sighed.

I nodded in agreement with my husband while wondering if we could survive this ‘getting over it’ period. Looking across the table at Sam I wished he wasn’t going away that weekend, but the conference he was attending had him as a guest speaker so he couldn’t back out of it. At 51 Sam was still a dynamic businessman that was still teaching ‘young upstarts’, as he called them, a few tricks.

He was less successful in his bedroom skills, but I loved him nevertheless despite the 20-year age gap between us, I can still remember the shocked looks when I had announced that I was to marry a man in his thirties. I suppose those gasps came in part that at the time I was only fifteen. A year later I was to present him with a son.

A door banging upstairs jerked my mind back to the present; this sulk had now lasted three days, or put another way ever since he’d had that fateful call from his girlfriend.

“If I knew how to go about it I’d hire him a girl for the night!” Sam said with a sigh.

And from his words an idea suddenly formed in my head. If all my son needed was a female to show off why not his mother. Feeling pleased with myself I passed my thought on to my husband who put down his coffee cup and looked at me as though I were daft.

“Well,” I said defensively, “I won’t know anyone there so they won’t know I’m Tom’s mother… and besides, with the right clothes and make-up you know I can look almost 18 or a bit younger.”

“You don’t have to tell me how good you can look or how young.” Sam grinned then frowned, “I’m not sure it’s such a good idea though, Tom might feel a bit restricted with his mother hovering all the time.”

“I would not hover!” I protested, “At least he’d get to go to the party and have a dancing partner for the night.”

“Alright, alright Sara,” Sam gave way reluctantly, “have it your way.

Put the idea to him and see what he says.”

As if on cue Tom walked into the room, his face bore such a pout it was hard not to giggle, slouching across the kitchen he went to the fridge and got himself some juice. He definitely looked one unhappy teenager. I couldn’t hide a small grin as I twisted in my seat to face him.

“Tom,” I started, “about this party…”

That was as far as I got before Tom’s face filled with a look of anger, he was all set to give me some sort of cutting remark when his father looked up and simply said: “Listen to what she has to say then blow your top, if you still want to.”

Tom shut his mouth and gave me his number one bad mood glare, he stood waiting for me to say my piece so I quickly obliged him and put forward my idea. As I spoke he looked at first incredulous, then thoughtful and then his sulky looked returned.

“It would never work mum.” He grumped at me.

“Why not?” I asked bluntly, “No one there has met me and I can dress to look a lot younger, young man.”

“Yeah but…” he started t say.

“It’s your mother’s suggestion or nothing,” Sam commented firmly, “take it or leave it. I suppose it all depends on how important being at this shindig really is to you.”

It was obviously very important to Tom to be seen at this do, yet he still seemed unconvinced and I could see his features weave their way through all the pros and cons of having his mother as his ‘date’ for the evening.

“Well?” I asked after a long five minutes had passed.

“Oh all right.” He finally sighed, “It’s not as though I have much choice in the matter.”

“Well thank you!” I responded feeling miffed by his tone.

“It’s not that mom,” he got in quickly, “you are a right smasher, only… well I mean…”

He faltered lost for words that would explain what he meant without digging himself an even deeper hole. In the end he gave up trying to talk himself out of the hole he’d dug for himself and that was that. With the party only a couple of hours away I needed to go bathe and doll myself up, and Tom had some preparing of his own to do. With Sam shaking his head we left the kitchen to go get ourselves ready for the night ahead.

After a nice long shower that left my body tingling I went into my bedroom to dress, as I passed the dressing mirror I paused to admire myself. As you can tell, I was a little vain, but then again I had some justification in being so, at 31 I still had my girlish looks and weekly sessions at the gym had kept my body firm and trim. Grinning at my reflection I took my ‘party’ clothes out of their hiding places, suspenders, black stockings, lace bra and panties finished the undergarments and a slinky wrap-over dress completed the ensemble. Then it was to my dressing table to apply my make-up, by the time I had finished I looked 15 years younger, just young enough to be Tom’s ‘girlfriend’ in fact. Feeling pleased with myself I headed downstairs expecting Tom to be waiting impatiently for me to arrive, instead only my husband was there.

“Damn!” he grinned as I entered the living room, “How the hell do you do it Sara, you look almost exactly the same as you did when we got married!”

I grinned and gave him a cheeky little curtsey, which of course drew his attention to what I was wearing, he frowned then looked me in the eyes.

“Sara,” he sighed, “just don’t do your usual.”

“My usual?” I frowned.

“Your usual,” he said shaking his head, “forget whom you went to the affair with. I know you enjoy attention and like to flirt, but you lose focus and your partner. I’m used to it and I don’t mind that much, but Tom is having a bad enough time accepting that the only way he can get to this shindig is with his mother as his date, he won’t take too kindly to his own mother wandering off to flirt with the other males there.”

“Oh Sam, I’m not that bad!” I protested knowing he was right.

“Maybe you aren’t, maybe you are,” he grinned taking the sting out of his words then became serious again, “but if you thought Tom’s sulking was bad you wait and see what it’s like if you do end up doing your usual thing.”

Of course I promised I’d stick with Tom and give him all my attention for the whole night, though Sam still looked doubtful. Anyway, he had no more time to discuss the matter as Tom appeared in the living room doorway and I have to admit that he looked a very handsome figure, which made his non-socialising more of a pity. Sam looked at this watch then said he’d give us a lift to the party stating it would be quicker than waiting for a taxi or mini-cab, as a result we got to the party just after eight. Even being early we weren’t the first to arrive by a long shot, the party was already in full swing so Tom and I got ourselves a drink then danced a few fast dances together. Tom looked to be enjoying himself and when we stopped for another drink he was smiling, though I’m sure he would have preferred to be with his girlfriend. We were about to go back to dancing when Tom leaned over to me.

“Won’t be long,” he said softly, “I need the bathroom.”

“Okay.” I smiled.

He’d barely left the room when another boy came over and asked me to dance, I figured that by the time Tom got back the boy would be back with his girlfriend, who I could see with a small group laughing and chatting. So I agreed and was soon bopping away to the music with this boy, just before the record ended I saw Tom wandering back into the room; he saw me dancing and went to get himself a drink. A few moments later the record ended and I was all set to go back to Tom when another boy came over to me as the next record started and asked me to dance. The boy seemed so eager that I hadn’t the heart to say no; soon I was dancing to the music with this boy. I have to admit that I was enjoying myself, it seemed I was a popular dance partner as a steady stream of boys came over to dance with me and when at around nine thirty the music became slow and smoochy I didn’t hesitate about letting one of the boys take me in his arms and start drifting around the floor.

A while later one of the boys let his hands drift lower than they should, I know I should have objected or something, but I was having too much fun and it just seemed sort of natural anyway. Things sort of escalated from there, the boy sort of kissed me and I sort of let it happen, then the record ended and another boy took his place. Within seconds of the music starting this boy had his hands on my bum and his lips on mine, I thought it a bit cheeky, but at the same time I enjoyed his attention and just settled in to enjoy myself. The boy certainly was cheeky; about half way through the record I felt one of his hands sliding up my body and onto my tit.

“Naughty.” I said to the boy softly.

“Do you mind?” He grinned at me and squeezed my tit.

I laughed and let him get on with his touching me up, it was as his lips came back on mine that I had the nagging feeling that I was forgetting something, but his roving hands distracted my thoughts before they could gel, though the feeling I had forgotten something was there in the back of my mind throughout the night. And that seemed to set the pattern for the rest of the night; each boy that took a turn to dance with me lost no time in kissing me with his hands roving over me. My husband was often amused by the liberties I let some people take with me when I was in the mood, Sam called me his little flirt and tonight I was flirting like crazy. More than a few of the boys were more daring, these ones let their hands slide into the wrap front of my dress to get a good feel of me, but two boys in particular were exceedingly daring.

The first of these two took me in his arms at around ten, he had his hand in the top of my dress almost as soon as we got together, but he didn’t stop there, his hand pushed into the cup of my bra and I felt him squeezing my bare boob. When I didn’t make a fuss he started to play with my nipple and I’m afraid I gave him encouragement by letting loose a small hum of pleasure as he teased my already hard bud. Half way through the dance he slid his other hand into my top forcing it to gape around his wrists, then his hand was inside my bra playing with my other nipple. Shortly before the record ended he moved one of his hands down my body and slid it into my dress and straight onto my panties, for a few short moments he stroked my pussy through my panties. By the time the record came to an end I was more than a little excited and a bit disappointed that the boy let go of me and let another take his place.

The second daring boy was the most precocious of the lot, like most of the boys before him, one of his hands was into my bra as soon as the music had started, he felt up my tit then started to tease my nipple. Moments later I felt his other hand slide around my body from my bum and I expected it to rise upwards to my other boob, it was a surprise when I felt the hand slip into the wrap of my dress and onto my stockinged leg. I have to admit that I was curious as to how far this boy was going to try going, my curiosity was soon satisfied, without any hesitation his hand slid up my leg and onto the crotch of my panties. As his hand press to my pussy he parted out lips and looked me in the eyes with a knowing grin on his face, I could hardly deny I was feeling somewhat excited, not with his hand feeling the dampness of my pussy through my panties. The fact that I didn’t object or try to move his hand away was all the encouragement he needed, as his lips descended on mine again his hand pressed and rubbed at my pussy with a firmer pressure. As our bodies moved with the music his hands moved on my body, one hand in my bra teasing my nipple, the other stroking my pussy more and more demandingly. When something touched my back I realised he had manoeuvred us into a quiet area outside the main room and now had me with my back pressed to a wall. All pretence at dancing went and he got down to some serious snogging and fondling, at one point the hand at my boob moved, a moment later I felt a tug at the knotted fabric belt and my dress went loose. This of course made it easier for him to fondle me, something he lost no time in doing by returning his hand to my boob, cheekily sliding my bra upwards to let my tits free of their minimal protection. Then his warm hand was back to its teasing and squeezing of my boobs and nipples, meanwhile his other hand kept up its motions on my pussy, I could feel my flimsy panties getting wetter as they pressed into my pussy under his sliding fingers. Leaning back against the wall I decided to let him get his jollies and hopefully a climax or two of my own. Pretty soon he had decided that I was enjoying his actions and went a stage further by slipping his hand in the side of my panties, moment later one of his fingers slipped all the way into my pussy, my juices coating it as he began to slide it in and out of me.

Once again he parted our lips and looked into my eyes, the growing excitement he must have seen in my eyes appeared to please him because he pushed as second finger into me and began to finger fuck me firmly.

“I shouldn’t be letting you do this.” I murmured half- heartedly.

“But you are.” he grinned broadly, leant his head down and sucked at one of my nipples.

I felt myself rising to an orgasm under his touch, it seemed a shame to miss out on a climax, and so I let out a low moan and pushed my tit tighter to his mouth. By now he had pushed my panties all the way to one side and was going at both my pussy and my clit unhampered by even their flimsy material. Having his mouth on my nipple left him a hand free, this he used to grasp my wrist and to guide my hand down his crotch. I was surprised to find that instead of the fabric of his trousers I came in contact with his hard cock, I have no idea when he had managed to release it from his trousers. The few times in the past that things had got to this sort of stage Sam had stepped in after a few minutes to put a damper on the guys ardour, but it dawned on me that Sam wasn’t there this time. As I started to wank the boy I hoped that was as far as he was planning on going, I might be a an outrageous flirt, but I am no pushover and in all the time I’d been with Tom the nearest I’d ever got to being unfaithful was the time I sucked a guy off at a party, mind you I was so drunk at the time I could barely stand. This time there would be no Sam to suddenly appear to save my ‘honour’ and a touch of concern filtered through my pleasure. I was just rising to a peak of pleasure when the boy raised his mouth from my nipple.

“Bet this is way better than anything that wimp of a boyfriend does for you.” He grinned then went back to sucking on my nipple.

“Boyfriend?” I responded in a puzzled tone as I felt my climax rising.

Just like that the nagging thought gelled into just what it was I had forgotten, my son, Tom! My pending orgasm died on the spot as I pushed the boy away from me and readjusted my clothing. It was a little after midnight when I left the boy standing there with his dick hanging out of his trousers and a look of shocked disbelief on his face. Quickly I looked around the main room, but there was no sign of Tom, though I noted that the numbers of people present had dropped quite a bit and I realised that the party had been breaking up for some time. A small knot of boys and girls was standing talking so I went towards them to ask if they’d seen Tom, but, as I got closer I could hear their conversation and it stopped me in my tracks.

“Think Henry has finished with the slut yet?” one of the girls was asking; “Only I need to get home.”

“He’ll be a while yet,” one of the boys replied with a laugh, “when I last looked he’d only got his hand in her cunt.”

“What a whore!” one of the girls laughed.

Shaking off my shock at their words I finished my approach to them, as soon as they saw me the conversation changed, but the damage was already done.

“Has anyone seen Tom?” I asked biting back anger.

“Tom?” one of the boys mused, “Oh you mean the wimp you arrived with. Yeah, I saw him, it was about two hours ago as he left in a huff.”

“Oh shit!” I muttered to myself as I rushed off to get my coat and purse.

With an ever-growing feeling of major guilt I called a minicab and berated myself mentally for doing the very thing my husband had warned me not to do! Although the cab only took five minutes to arrive it seemed to be an eternity during which my feelings of guilt rose and a deep shame at what I had done to Tom by forgetting he was there filled me. When the cab came I sat impatiently in the back urging the driver to go faster.

“Listen lady,” the driver said without turning his head, “there’s no way I’m speeding, we get there when we get there.”

We got ‘there’ fifteen minutes later, dreading facing the consequences I rushed into the house.

“Hi hon.” Sam greeted me as I entered the living room, his smile becoming a frown when he saw I was alone, “Where’s Tom?”

“He’s not here?” I asked with panic in my voice.

“No, he’s not.” Sam replied, “Don’t tell me, you went and did your usual even after I warned you not to!”

I blushed with guilt and shame, hanging my head unable to voice a reply, but my demeanour was enough to tell Sam that he was right on the button.

“Oh Sara how could you!” he sighed, “This is all I need, the cab will be here soon to take me to the airport to catch my flight. When did you last see him?”

“Around nine.” I replied with tears welling up in my eyes, “Someone told me later that he’d left around ten, ten thirty.”

“Christ, and you didn’t notice he was missing for over two hours?” Sam gasped in dismay.

I could tell that Sam was holding back his anger at my actions; his concern now was where our son was.

“I hope he hasn’t one something stupid.” He muttered darkly.

“He wouldn’t… would he?” I gulped.

“Sara, Tom was already down from being dumped already this week,” Sam replied, “now you go and do it to him again. You know how introverted he is, two blows like that, especially as one of them came from his own mother, will have had some negative impact on his ego. He’s a mixed up, depressed teenager, he could do anything!”

“Oh God!” I cried with my tears flowing down my cheeks.

Just then the front door opened and closed with a bang, the figure of our son passed the living room door and Sam called out to him.

“What?” Tom snapped as he came back to the living room doorway.

“Where have you been?” Sam asked firmly.

“Bloody well walking home!” Tom snorted.

I noted that throughout all this he wasn’t looking at me at all, in fact he was acting as though I wasn’t even there. I also noted that his eyes were reddened as though he’d been crying.

“Your mother was worried,” Sam persisted quietly, “your leaving like that without a word frightened her.”

“Yeah,” Tom half muttered, “and how many hours later was it that she even noticed I wasn’t there?”

“Tom I…” I faltered as his eyes looked at me for the first time; the anger, betrayal and hatred I saw there took the words out of my mouth.

Looking back to his father Tom totally ignored my presence again and this, more than anything else hurt me to the core.

“She would have assumed you were dancing with the other girls there.” Sam said in my defence.

“Oh yeah, fat chance,” Tom snorted in disgust, “if I’d tried that I’d have had my head kicked in. The only mug there was me and I sat half the night like a prat waiting for her to remember I even existed.”

“That ‘her’ is your mother boy.” Sam responded a little annoyed now.

“Yeah, so you tell me.” Tom snapped back, “Well you can keep her!”

The venom in my son’s voice made me gasp in dismay, even Sam seemed momentarily lost for words.

“Apologise to your mother.” Sam said at last.

“What mother?” Tom snorted.

“Tom!” I gasped with my heart feeling as heavy as lead.

“That’s it!” Sam snapped in anger, “Apologise to your mother or go to your room and be grounded until I get back.”

“Fine.” Tom replied turning to leave the room.

“Tom, please,” I called out to him desperately, “I’m sorry, Tom, God I’m so sorry!”

He left the room as though I hadn’t even existed let alone cried out to him, if he’d turned and slapped me across the face the shock couldn’t have been any greater! Despair filled me and I had no-one but myself to blame for alienating my own son by my actions. As Sam opened his mouth to speak the doorbell rang, with a curse he went to the door, a moment later he looked into the living room.

“It’s my cab,” he sighed, “I have to go love. Damn it, why did this have to happen tonight!”

“But Sam,” I gasped in despair, “what do I do about Tom?”

“I have no idea,” he replied with a deep sigh, “you could try making peace with him while I’m gone, if he’ll talk to you. I’ll try talking to him when I get back on Friday.”

He gave me a brief kiss and hurried out to the cab with his suitcase in hand leaving me alone with the consequences of my actions. A few minutes later I went upstairs and tapped at the door of Tom’s room, there was no response so I tried again a little louder, but there was still no response.

“Tom?” I said softly.

There was no answer so I tried to open the door and was shocked to find that he’d locked it.

“Tom!” I called out, “I need to speak with you.”

“Go away you… you… whore!” he called back at me, “Don’t come near me, don’t even talk to me!”

Stunned I turned away from his door and stumbled as though in a trance to my bedroom, flopping onto the bed I began to cry, sobs wracking my whole body as I heard his words of rejection over and over again in my head.

I must have cried myself to sleep because the next thing I knew I was waking up on top of the bed, fully clothed and feeling awful. Waking brought back the tears and the echoes of his words; I felt as though my whole world had crumbled when he’d voiced those few words. Wishing I could turn back the clock I got undressed, showered and put on dressing gown, even the shower hadn’t been able to wash away my tears or the guilt I felt. It was only seven in the morning, but the first thing I did when I got downstairs was to pour myself a large vodka. Sitting in the living room I cried and sipped in equal measures, before long the glass was empty and I poured myself another, I think I was trying to drink myself senseless, but this day drinking wasn’t working. At the same time I was hoping that Tom would come down from his room, that he’d give me half an opportunity, but as the time passed it became clear that he had no intention of stirring from his room unless forced to.

About nine the telephone rang, it was Sam ringing to let me know he’d arrived safely and to ask how things were. I sobbed out what was happening to my husband, even what Tom had called me.

“He didn’t mean it love.” Sam tried to comfort me.

“You didn’t hear his voice Sam,” I sobbed, “he meant it! And he’s right! I am a whore!”

“Sara, calm down,” came my husband’s soothing voice, “Tom’s upset and just lashing out. Give him time, he’ll settle down again.”

“I wish you were here Sam,” I wept back, “I can’t bear this alone. Tom hates me, he really hates me Sam!”

“I wish I was there too hon,” Sam sighed, “but I’m stuck here. As for him hating you, I doubt that. I doubt that very much. Sara you need to pull yourself together and try to talk with Tom, deep down he loves you darling, he’ll listen sooner or later.”

As he rang off I hoped he was right, but my inner fears kept telling me that I had managed to drive my son away from me. Nevertheless I tried to talk to him, which wasn’t easy through a locked door, but I stood leaning against the door to his room and talked my heart out, all I got in return was silence. Heartbroken I eventually went back to the living room and poured myself another drink; sitting alone with my misery I watched the living room doorway in the vain hope that Tom might appear. At about noon I heard his door close, with hope blossoming I listened to the sounds of him descending the stairs, and then he came into view in the hallway.

“Tom?” I said as he walked past the door.

He totally ignored me, not even glancing my way as he left the house. Two hours later, two hours of despair for me, he returned and even though I stood in the hall directly in front of him he acted as though I wasn’t there. There wasn’t even a flicker of a glance my way as he brushed past me and went back up to his room, stunned I went back into the living room, collapsed on the couch and just stared mindlessly at the carpet at my feet. I sat there for hours lost in my guilt and despair; even the growing darkness in the room didn’t draw my attention from my misery.

The sun rose on the Sunday morning to find me still sitting in the same position, sleep had not even been a passing thought as I sat lost in my desolation. Wishing I could just curl up and die I decided to make another attempt to talk to Tom, with a heavy heart I made my way up to his locked door, as I leant against it I could have sworn I heard a sob from the other side of the door.

“Tom?” I said softly, “Please Tom, I need to talk to you.”

There was no response, had I not known better the room could have been empty. His silence hurt me to the core, but out of sheer despair I persisted.

“Please Tom,” I pleaded, “just give me five minutes. Just five minutes, please Tom, please, I’m begging you Tom.”

After ten minutes it finally sank in that he was not going to even acknowledge my presence let alone respond to me. In a waking nightmare I stumbled back downstairs and fell onto the couch weeping my heart out, knowing that the whole situation was my fault just made me feel all the worse. The strident ringing of the telephone drew my attention eventually, but even knowing that it was likely to be my husband calling I couldn’t summon the will to make the small movement to answer it. On and on it rang as I sat staring blankly at the floor through my tears. Suddenly the sound stopped and I heard the mutter of a voice, my heart leapt as I turned my eyes in the direction of the phone to see my son standing there with the receiver to his ear.

“Tom!” I breathed.

“Yes dad,” he said into the receiver ignoring me completely, “she’s here.”

The venom in his voice made the breath catch in my throat as I listened to my son’s side of the conversation numbly.

“I don’t care any more dad… She sure showed it that night! … No! … Fine, I’d rather… But… I’m not the one that… I… But… Yes dad. He wants to talk to you.”

I couldn’t believe that he’d spoken to me directly, for a moment I just stared at him, finally he thrust the receiver towards me and I took it dazedly.

“Sam?” I almost whispered into the receiver.

“Sara,” my husband’s voice came through the instrument, “I’ve persuaded Tom to give you a chance to talk, for God’s sake don’t blow it!”

“I’ll try not to Sam.” I breathed, “Thank you.”

“You’d better get talking to him before he changes his mind,” Sam replied, “I’ll call again tomorrow. Bye for now my love.”

Putting the phone down I turned to look at my son, he was glaring at me with his arms crossed over his chest and I suddenly couldn’t find the words to explain what had happened. Feeling lost and helpless I sat there looking up at my son praying for some inspiration or even better, a miracle.

“You wanted to talk,” Tom eventually snapped, “so talk!”

“Tom,” I said softly, “I don’t know how to explain what happened so you’ll understand it. Your father knows what I’m like, but I didn’t think I’d slip because I was with you. I never wanted to hurt you, never!”

“So you say.” he snorted, “Do you have any idea how it hurt to leave you for a few minutes and come back to find you giving all your attention to everyone but me?”

“I’m sorry Tom, I’m so sorry.” I said with my tears starting to flow again, “But I do know the pain you must have felt, I’ve been feeling it every moment since. I honestly thought you’d be dancing with the other girls, they had to be free if their boys were dancing with me.”

“Yeah, they were free,” he almost snarled, “but unlike my date they simply waited for their date to come back to them, they didn’t want to know me and neither did you!”

“Oh Tom, that’s not true!” I wailed, “I just get so distracted when I’m partying. Why didn’t you cut in? You must have had the chance a dozen times.”

“One warning off was enough thank you.” he sighed.

“Warning off?” I asked feeling very puzzled.

“When I tried to cut in a couple of the guys” he said softly, “told me to butt out or have my face rearranged. They told me that if you were remotely interested in me then you’d find me and you never did! You never even made an effort to!”

“The bastards!” I hissed so angrily that Tom took a half step back, “If I’d known that was what was going on I’d have left the damned place!”

Tom started to look uncertain, as though he was almost part inclined to believe that I hadn’t realised what was going on between him and the others at the party.

“Tom I swear I would have come to you if I’d known that was the way it was.” I said earnestly.

“I almost believe you.” he sighed.

“Tom darling,” I pressed on with all the sincerity in me, “your father knows what a flirt I am, it amuses him and he’s always been there to step in if things look like going too far. I can’t help it Tom, it’s the way I’ve always been, but I have never been unfaithful to your father and had you found a way to attract my attention I would have dumped whoever I was with to come to you. Please believe me darling! Your rejecting me is killing me, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t give me another chance!”

I could see him wavering, part of him still smarting from the events of the party, part of him willing to believe that I hadn’t been rejecting him that night. He seemed to be lost in thought for ages, I wracked my brain for something else I could say to convince him that what I said was the truth, but I could think of nothing else to say, which was probably just as well.

“Maybe I should’ve tried a bit harder to get your attention.” he said softly.

“Oh darling,” I said quickly, “none of this was your fault.”

“Just before I left,” Tom said softly, “I heard Billy boasting he was going to do you, he was saying you were hot for it. Did you let him mom?”

I’d figured out that Billy was the last boy I’d been with, the one who’d fingered my pussy, he’d come damned close to getting his cock into me too, if it hadn’t been for his arrogant comments that had reminded me I was supposed to have been with Tom he would have probably got to fuck me. However, he hadn’t got to do that last pat of is seduction.

“No Tom,” I replied looking him in the yes so he could see the truth in my eyes, “I didn’t let him.”

Tom looked relieved by my answer, it dawned on me that having lost his ‘girl’ to the others for the night he would never have been able to face them if Billy had fulfilled his boast. Thank God the arrogant bastard had to push it by trying to belittle my ‘date’. There was something else on Tom’s mind though, I could see he wanted to ask something, but didn’t know whether he should leave well enough alone.

“Mum,” he said after a long silence, “just before I left I saw one of the boys with his hand in the lower part of your dress…”

“Did he feel me up down there?” I finished for him as he faltered.

“Yes.” he breathed.

“Yes he did.” I answered honestly, “He stroked me through my panties.”

“And Billy?” Tom blurted.

“Billy went a little further.” I sighed feeling my throat tighten again, “Do you really want to know about this Tom?”

“Want?” he sighed, “No, but I need to know what to expect when school starts again, Billy will rub in how far he got and I want to know what to expect not be surprised by his boasting.”

“I’m sorry darling,” I said looking down in shame, “I let him get his hand into my knickers, I guess you need to know that he also sucked my nipples. Only one other man has got further with me.”

“Mum!” Tom gasped.

“Now you know why your father always keeps half an eye on me.” I sighed, “I sometimes get carried away in the moment.”

“You’re telling me.” Tom said, then he giggled, “Well at least the bastard didn’t match his boast and if he tries to make out any different I can tell it as it is, he’ll hate that!”

“Tom,” I said looking up at him, “I wish I could turn the clock back and makes thing right, but I can’t. There’s got to be a way I can make it up to you though. I know, how about we try again, we’ll go out, just the two of us, how about a meal and some dancing?”

“You mean like a date?” he asked.

“Not like a date,” I smiled for the first time, “a real date. And this time I resist any and all outside temptations, I promise.”

“Okay.” he replied after a long pause, “When?”

“Well no-where’s open today, it being Sunday,” I said with a lighter heart, “and I am a definite mess. How about tomorrow night though?”

“Okay,” he responded with a half smile, “but on one condition.”

“Anything!” I said without thought.

“You wear what you wore to the party.” he said.

Having wept myself to sleep in those clothes I knew they would need to be cleaned first, but I was so relieved that my son was seeming to forgive me that washing the clothes seemed a small price to pay.

“Deal!” I replied.

To my growing relief Tom stayed with me for the rest of the day, though he still seemed a little uncomfortable he was at least talking to me and not staring right through me as though I weren’t there. Of course one of the first things I did was to get the clothes I’d worn to the party and put them in the washing machine, while they were washing I rejoined Tom in the living room and tried to put him further at his ease. I suppose it wasn’t too surprising to me when Tom started to ask me to explain more about ‘how I was’, I could tell he was both curious and puzzled about my actions, even more so since he now knew that his father was fully aware of my flirtatious nature. So I tried my best to explain, but it was hard since I didn’t really know myself why I was the way I was and I think Tom began to understand this. A little later I went out to the kitchen and moved the washing to the tumble dryer, as it started its cycle I went back to Tom. As I sat back down beside him on the couch I got the feeling that he was steeling himself to ask me another intimate question, but I was a little taken aback when he finally got the nerve up to ask it.

“Mum,” he said in low voice, “you said earlier that only one man ever got further than Billy. Would you tell me about it?”

“Oh lord.” I breathed.

I was in two minds about answering him or not, but in the end I decided that the only way to regain my son’s trust was answer all his questions honestly and openly.

“It happened a couple of years ago,” I started quietly, “we had gone to a small party held by a business friend of your father’s. There was nothing particularly special about the party or the people there, but there was this one man who took a real shine to me as soon as he saw me walk through the door. Any time your father left me for even a moment this guy was there chatting me up, your father thought it extremely funny and I was just enjoying the flattery this man was dishing out. You know I can’t even remember his name. Anyway, about mid- evening someone put some music on and people started dancing, I love to dance and was one of the first moving to the tunes, most of the time I was dancing with your father, but this guy was quick to step in the couple of times Sam had to leave me.”

I paused to gather my thoughts for the next part of the story then went on.

“Eventually the music got slow and dreamy and I was loving dancing close to your father. Then the man who was giving the party asked to talk to your father which of course left me at a loose end, but not for long. Almost the instant your father was gone this guy moved in on me again, it didn’t take him long to slide his hands down to my backside and I guess my not objecting to it gave him encouragement to make his next move. Pretty soon he was kissing me as we danced and when one of his hands moved round to my boobs it just seemed sort of natural. A little while later he must have decided he was in because as soon as we got near the open door into the garden he let go of me, took my hand and led me outside. I have to admit that my curiosity got the better of me, as usual; I wanted to know what he was planning. So I went outside like a lamb to the slaughter, he took me to a sort of arbour and started to tell me how beautiful I was and then kissed me again, one of his hands went straight to my boob and the other to my backside. We kissed for quite a while with him fondling my tits and bum before he made his next move, he was so smooth it wasn’t until I felt the warmth of his hand on my boob that I realised he’d opened the front of my dress, that same dress that’s in the wash now. For my sins I let him get away with it, he was exciting me and I was still curious to see how far he was planning to go. Pretty soon he’d pushed my bra up and was teasing my nipples, then he kissed his way down to one and sucked on it, maybe I am a slut and a whore because I enjoyed it.”

I paused again surprised that I was feeling a little excited by the telling of the events of that night, it never occurred to me that Tom might have been feeling a similar excitement.

“Go on.” Tom said breathlessly.

I looked at him in surprise then smiled, as it came to me that he might be getting a thrill out of my confession.

“Well for a while” I continued, “he went between sucking on my nipples and kissing me. Then he moved on a step, his hand slid into my panties and he just zeroed in on my clitoris, which of course gave me such a thrill I didn’t protest at all. Next he pushed some fingers into me and well, putting it bluntly, he fingered me to a climax right there in that arbour, but he wasn’t finished yet. Although he’d been feeling me up all over I had done no more than hold him while he got on with it, he wanted me to be an active partner. The sod looked me in the eyes as he fingered me some more, took his hand from my boob, opened his flies, pulled out his cock then took one of my hands and placed it on his cock. He let go of my hand so he could use it on my boob again and stood looking into my eyes fingering my pussy and teasing my nipples. After a while I was getting excited again and his erect penis in my hand was too good to resist, so I began to wank him, which of course was just what he wanted. He fingered and teased me right to the edge of a climax while I wanked him, then just as I was about to come he took his fingers form my pussy, let go of my boob and put his hands on my shoulders. The next thing I knew he was pushing down gently on my shoulders and I just let myself go with it, I dropped to my knees in front of him and when I looked up he was looking down at me smiling. He put a hand to the back of my hand and took hold of his cock with the other, the hand at my head pulled me towards him while the hand on his cock guided it towards my mouth. And that’s how your father found us, I was just taking the guys cock into my mouth and he told me later that he got a thrill watching me go to work on the guy. Your father let me suck the man off and waited to see what was going to happen next. What this man wanted next was to have sex with me, but I was starting to feel I wanted to get back to my husband, only this guy was not going to take no for an answer and that was when your father stepped in. Your father could never prove it, but he always thought that the man that gave the party and the one I sucked off had somehow worked it out together so that your father would be distracted while the man moved in on me.”

I took a breath to calm my inner excitement and looked at my son.

“And there you have it. Satisfied?” I asked.

“Thanks for telling me mum.” Tom smiled looking a little flushed.

Since neither of us had slept much since the party we decided to get an early night so we’d have plenty of energy for our date. Before I went up to bed I ironed the clothes I was to wear on our date and took them up to my room in readiness for the night ahead.

The next day I was up a little later than usual, but I had slept like a log and felt refreshed, I also felt happier than I had since those fateful events of that party. About mid-morning Sam rang and was relieved to hear that I had managed to ease the situation with Tom, he even thought it was a great idea that we were going to go out that night. As the day progressed I found myself looking forward more and more to my forthcoming night out with Tom, in fact I was getting excited about it. In the early afternoon I phoned a local restaurant that also had a dance floor and booked us a table for seven thirty, Tom was standing nearby when I made the call and looked as excited about the night ahead as I felt. Just after five I went upstairs to start getting ready, I luxuriated in the hot shower feeling so glad to have got another chance with my son. After my shower I got myself dressed, I could hear Tom in the shower as I dressed. Next I fixed my hair, brushing it into a pony tail just as I had on the night of the party, lastly I put my make-up on and I wore the same combination as I had that fateful night, the effect was to make me look like a teenager.

When I eventually went downstairs it was getting close to seven, Tom was already waiting for me in the living room and it made me feel so happy to see him look me up and down and smile at me. Thankfully the restaurant was not that far so we walked there enjoying the warm summer evening. When we got to the restaurant I discovered that it had changed since I’d last been there with Sam, they still had their dance floor, but the place had been given a more intimate air with the tables being in privacy booths and the lighting, even on the dance floor, being low, intimate and seductive. Still, Tom seemed to be pleased with the place so I was happy to be led to our table.

“This place is nice.” Tom commented as we read the menu.

“They’ve made it more intimate since I was here last,” I smiled across the table at him, “but I think I like it better this way.”

We ordered and were soon eating a very nice meal, of course we had to have wine with it and since Tom drank sparingly I ended up drinking most of the bottle. Shortly after our meal Tom looked at the dance floor then at me, the music they were playing was slow stuff obviously designed to encourage couples to get together.

“Shall we?” my son smiled almost shyly.

“I’d be honoured to.” I smiled as I rose to my feet.

Tom stood up, took my hand and led us out onto the dance floor, at first it felt a little strange dancing slowly with my son, our bodies not touching, but only inches apart. Soon the strange feeling vanished to be replaced by a happy intimacy, and then Tom sighed.

“This is nice,” he said softly, “only… no, never mind.”

I was intrigued by his ‘never mind’, there was obviously something he was wishing and I had a feeling I knew what that ‘only’ was. If I was right my son was wishing we could be dancing as close together as he’d seen me with the other boys that night.

“Only?” I encouraged him to speak his wish.

“No, never mind, it was a stupid thought.” He blushed.

“No, go on Tom,” I smiled at him, “tell me.”

“I was just wishing I could hold you the way those boys at the party did.” He replied after some hesitation.

His words merely confirmed what I had suspected and I didn’t see any reason why I shouldn’t dance as intimately with my son as I had with totally strangers.

“Like this you mean?” I said as I closed the couple of inches between us to nothing.

“Hmmm, like this.” He responded dreamily.

We continued to dance with his body pressing to mine as I held him in a loving embrace, it felt nice to have my son pressed so close to me, his body rubbing on mine as we moved. Leaning my head on his shoulder I kissed his cheek.

“I love you Tom.” I whispered in his ear, “Always remember that my darling boy.”

“I love you mom.” He responded, “I guess I was acting like a jerk.”

“Don’t worry about it dear, you had every right to be mad at me.” I said as I snuggled closer to him.

We just drifted around the floor in an intimate silence; it felt so good to have his arms around me, even if they did seem to be gradually drifting lower. I smiled into his neck as his hands slowly slid downwards, I don’t think he was moving them on purpose, after all in this sort of intimate dancing position it was only natural for the man’s hands to come to rest on his partner’s backside, which was just where my son’s hands came to rest eventually. His hands had been holding my bottom for about ten minutes when he suddenly apologised and moved his hands back up my body.

“Don’t be silly,” I said leaning back to look into his eyes, “it’s a natural position, and if you want to put your hands there you put them there.”

As I snuggled back up to him I felt his hands slowly slide back down to come to rest on my bum again, I gave a saucy wriggle against his hands and relaxed against him. Time just drifted by as we danced, but eventually I became aware of something pressing into my lower body, at first I couldn’t puzzle out what it was and then it dawned on me that my son was getting an erection. Leaning back I looked at his face to see him blushing bright red.

“Sorry,” he murmured in embarrassment.

I had been surprised that he had got so excited by dancing close to me, but looking at his embarrassment I felt sorry for him. It also crossed my mind that I had already done enough damage to his ego without adding even more to it. Smiling at him I pressed my lower body to his hardening cock, which made him suck in a breath sharply, and I felt his cock getting even harder.

“I’m flattered,” I said softly leaning up and lightly brushing my lips on his.

It was only the briefest of kisses, but the contact of his lips on mine sent a tingle through me as though I had kissed a live electric wire. Leaning back on his shoulder I tried to ease the sudden swell of excitement I was feeling, I felt shocked that I could get so turned on as I was by a mere kiss from my son. Yet it had been such a thrill to feel his lips on mine for that brief moment, and then he gave my buttocks a gentle squeeze and I felt myself go all fluttery inside.

In confusion I drifted around the dance floor with Tom gently massaging my bum, ‘this can’t be happening’ I remember thinking to myself, but it was and what’s more I loved it. His touch was so tender and loving while at the same time it was so intimate and exciting.

I knew I should say something, even if it was only a joking reference to what he was doing, but I kept quiet, I think partly because of the guilt at the pain I had made him feel by letting him see others do the same as he was doing to me now. Glancing around the floor I saw other couples dancing close together, many were kissing; most were caressing each other as they kissed. Watching them I felt the need grow in me to be kissed by my son again, only not a brief peck, I wanted a full blown kiss, but I couldn’t bring myself to initiate that kiss, instead I wished he would kiss me.

A few minutes later I felt Tom’s head move, I turned my face to look at him and suddenly found his lips caressing mine in a light tentative kiss that lasted a few seconds then ended. Opening my eyes I found myself looking into my son’s eyes, he had a speculative look in his eyes and also excitement. Then his face moved towards mine and I felt the warm touch of his lips on mine again, at first his kiss was hesitant, but over the space of a minute it became firmer and more demanding.

Sighing I returned his kiss pressure for pressure letting him set the pace while I simply savoured the sensations his caresses were sending through me. When I felt his lips part slightly and his tongue gently press to my lips I let my lips part to allow him to push his tongue into my mouth, pressing my tongue to his in encouragement.

Emboldened by my response Tom began to kiss me with a fervent hunger that sent a thrill through me, at the back of my mind a little voice whispered a warning of where this could all lead, my answer was to ignore it.

Then I felt one of his hands move off my buttock and slowly slide up the side of my body, it left goose bumps of excitement in its wake as it gradually worked its way up to my boobs.

I shivered with excitement and gave a sigh into my son’s mouth as he gave my boob a gentle squeeze through the material of my dress. My nipples, already hard and aroused seemed to get even harder as the pressure of his hand on my boob became firmer.

Gently he began to rub the palm of his hand over my nipple, it sent another thrill through me and I pressed my lips tighter to his as I gave a soft moan of pleasure at his actions. A few exciting minutes later his hand slid sideways from my boob and I waited in eager anticipation for him to slide his hand across my chest to caress my other boob over my dress.

Well he did slide his hand over to my other boob, but in the process he slid it into the top of my dress and onto my lacy bra. I gasped into his mouth as I felt his fingers tenderly tease my aroused nipple through the thin material of my bra, then his hand moved again and once again I gasped as it slid into my bra, the warmth of his hand making the flesh of my boobs tingle.

His fingers started to tease my nipple again, only now he held it without the barrier of cloth in the way, at first his tugs and tweaks were soft, almost faltering, but as I responded to his caresses with sighs and more soft moans his teasing became firmer and more exciting.

God alone knows how long we danced around slowly with his lips locked to mine, and his hand toying with my boob, his fingers teasing my nipple so excitingly.

Without warning his hand slid out of my bra and dress, his lips left mine, opening my eyes I looked into his, there was an uncertainty in them, as though he was unsure about what was happening. He looked around us at the other couples then back at me, my son gave a half embarrassed, half excited smile and without a word guided me back to our table.

It was only as we got back to the table that I noticed the time, it was a quarter to ten, I could not believe how fast time had flown by, but then I had been concentrating more on the sensations my son was giving me than the passage of time.

“I guess we ought to be going,” I sighed reluctantly.

“I guess,” Tom muttered.

By the time we got outside the restaurant it was just gone ten, it was a wonderful summer night, warm and without a cloud in the darkened sky. Above us a full moon shone down lighting everything almost as brightly as sunlight, taking my son’s hand in mine I started to walk slowly towards home, though a part of me was wishing we were still inside with his hands caressing me as we danced. As we strolled along I looked at my son, he seemed lost in thought and when his head turned I could see his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Mum?” he said quietly, “Do we have to go home?”

“Not if you don’t want to Tom,” I replied. “What would you like to do instead?”

“There’s a place I like to go,” he replied, “it’s down by the lake, it’s so peaceful there.”

“Would you like to show me this place?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied in a low voice.

The lake my son was referring to was a small nature reserve in the local park, I knew of it, but had never been there myself, yet it seemed my son had been there and more than once or twice.

I let him guide our path, his hand warm in mine as we walked along, the place he was taking me sounded to be a special place for him and I felt a warm glow that he wanted to take me there. At the same time I wondered what was on his mind, there had been something in his eyes that spoke of longing though I could not be sure if the look had been there or if it was crazy wishful thinking on my part.

It didn’t take long to reach the park, as we entered I wondered at the beauty of the place in the moonlight, as we walked along through an alley of trees I looked up at the leaves shining with a silver glow above us. Tom squeezed my hand and I looked at him, he was smiling at me, I realised that I must have had a look of wonder on my face as I looked up at the trees.

“It’s breathtaking Tom,” I breathed.

“This is nothing,” he grinned, “the best is yet to come.”

“This is nothing?” I gasped in amazement.

He just smile, squeezed my hand and drew further into the park, the tree lane came to an end and the park opened out into what I had expected to find, grass, grass and more grass with a few clumps of bushes to break the monotony.

We walked along a path towards one of those clumps of bushes; the path entered them and on the other side opened out into fairyland that made me gasp. Ahead of us was the lake, it was more of a large pond than a lake, but it was beautiful with the moonlight gleaming and dancing on its surface.

“This way mum,” Tom said softly drawing me out of my wonderment.

He led me by the hand around the edge of the lake; I could feel grass under my feet and the brush of leaves on my cheek as we skirted a large bush with my son holding a group of branches aside for me to pass. Behind the bushes was a small clearing, the moonlight seemed to reach right into the clearing making it glow with a warm, gentle silver light, the water of the lake stirred as a small breeze crossed it’s surface. The place was so beautiful it took my breath away; I turned to gaze out over the shimmering water.

“Oh Tom,” I whispered, “it’s so exquisite.”

He came up behind me, his warm body pressing to my back as his arms came around my waist and across my stomach; I felt his breath warm on my check as he kissed it. Turning my head I kissed him on the lips, without hesitation he kissed me back firmly, his hands sliding up the front of my body to my boobs.

I could feel his cock swelling as it pressed against my buttocks, pushing back against his erection I moaned my pleasure into his mouth as his tongue speared into mine. Putting my hands over his I squeezed them, pressing them into my boobs even tighter encouraging him to play with me firmly.

Releasing his hands from mine he slid them down to my waist and opened the fabric belt that held my dress closed, his hands moved to pull my dress open then moved up onto my bra covered boobs. My nipples burnt with excitement as his palms pressed against them, his fingers squeezing my flesh and sending a wave of excitement through me.

I felt my thin bra sliding as he pushed it upwards, then his hands were warm and firm on my bare skin, his fingers squeezing me boobs tightly then teasing my nipples hard.

A delicious time later he parted our lips, his hands dropped to my waist and I felt him turning me to face him, then his lips were on mine again and I felt myself melting against him. One of his hands pushed between us onto my boob again, but his other hand moved down my body to my pussy, I knew he could feel the dampness that had already seeped through my thin panties, knew he could tell how much his touch was exciting me.

I could not hold back a groan as his fingers pressed the material of my panties into my pussy, running the length of my slit and back over and over again making my pussy juices flow even more and my voice rise a notch with pleasure.

I suppose if I had thought about the situation at all I might have felt shock at my submission to his seduction, but with the pleasure running through me thought was the furthest thing from my mind. When he moved his hand into my panties to stroke my bare pussy flesh I felt a minor climax run through me and that moment I did something I had never done with any other man except my husband. I went from a passive ‘let them do it all’ role to an active participant in what was happening. My fingers trembled as I reached up to tug at his shirt buttons, fumbling them open one by one until his shirt flapped open to allow me to run my hands up and down on his chest.

Once again his lips left mine, but only to kiss their way down my neck and upper chest, he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and my hands flew to the back of his head to draw him even tighter to me. I felt his hand leave my boob to slid over my skin to my panties, the hand at my pussy slid up a little and a moment I felt his hands tugging my panties down around my ankles.

A cool breeze brushed across my pussy as I pulled one leg free of my panties so that I could open my legs wider to make his access to me all the more easy. He lost no time in pressing two fingers into my pussy; sinking them all the way in then pulling back he gave me a long slow finger fuck to a climax.

Leaving my boobs my son kissed his way down to my pussy; kneeling in front of me he opened my pussy lips with his hands then licked the full length and breadth of my already excited pussy. His oral actions simply shot me into a orgasm that hit a new peak when he paid special attention to my clit, I felt my orgasm buckle my knees, but his surprisingly strong hands at my waist held me on my feet.

*

Sometime later Tom stood up and kissed me again, I could taste my own juices on his lips before he stopped kissing me again. I knew what he was hoping for and I did not disappoint him, dropping to my knees I looked up at his face as I opened his flies and drew his cock into the open, I leant forward to lick his cock from root to tip and back.

Taking the head of his cock in my mouth I sucked on it while at the same time letting my tongue run all over its surface. His size stretched my lips as I slowly slid them down his shaft as far as I could, but I could only get about half of him into my mouth and that was with it pressing hard at the back of my throat.

Above me Tom groaned. Encouraged by his sign of pleasure I began to bob my head on him, my mouth sliding so deliciously on his engorged flesh. His sounds of pleasure grew louder as I sucked harder and moved my mouth faster on him until he came, his juices spurting warm and thick into my mouth almost faster than I could swallow them.

When Tom climaxed I felt myself tremble with a minor orgasm of my own, my heart pounded as I continued to suck on him and to my joy he barely lost his erection after his climax.

His hands touched the sides of my head; gently Tom moved my head backwards until his cock slid from between my lips. Smiling I licked the last of his juices from my lips and looked up at him, he smiled down at me with a rapturous look on his face, a look I knew was mirrored on my own face.

Reaching up I opened the waistband of his trousers then tugged at the material drawing it down his legs to his ankles, his underpants were next. As they slid to his ankles my son knelt down and kissed me, his hands roamed my body, teasing my nipple, playing with my clit, squeezing my boobs, probing into my pussy and driving me crazy with desire.

Wrapping my hand around his cock I wanked his hard flesh as he explored my body to the full, at one point I felt him press his hands to my shoulders, obeying that pressure I let my son lay me back on the grass, my dress falling to either side of my excited body as he leant over me to continue his exploration.

The only sounds were the gentle rippling of the water of the lake as a breeze moved it, the sighing of leaves, the lonely cry of an owl, our excited breathing and our moans of pleasure.

Once again I felt my son kissing his way down my body, his lips pressing to my thighs above my stocking tops as he stroked at my hips. Spreading my legs I gave him the space to come between them, his tongue sliding over my skin as he left a trail of saliva from my upper thigh to my pussy.

Then he was lapping at my freely flowing juices, sucking them from me and sending me back towards the peak of an orgasm. When he moved his mouth I gave a low cry as he sucked at my clit, moments later a wave of bliss washed over me as my son drove me to another orgasm!

My body bucked as I put my hands to the back of his head to draw him tighter to my pussy, his tongue flickered and probed at my pussy and clit forcing grunts and low cries of delight from my throat. Oh God, the joy he was giving me was driving me wild, pulling at his shoulders I drew him up my still shuddering body, thrusting my lips onto his hungrily when his face came level with mine.

Once again I tasted my own juices on his lips as we kissed excitedly, our tongues dancing fervently, I could feel his cock pressing against my pubic mound, one of his hands playing with my nipples, the other pressing to the ground to support his weight as he lay over me. My arms held him tightly to my, my hands running up and down his back, my legs bent around his body as I wriggled in an attempt to get his cock into me!

Reaching between us I grasped his erection, he groaned into my mouth as my hand closed around him and when he felt me pushing at his hardness my son lifted his lower body slightly. Guiding his cock I placed the head at the entrance to my pussy, as it parted my outer lips I felt a moment of doubt about what I was doing, but that moment was too little and way too late.

Feeling his cock at the entrance to my inner body my son sighed and pressed down, his shaft slid through my hand as the head penetrated me I let out a groan and with a will of its own my hand released its hold on his shaft.

With a slow gentle pressure Tom pushed his massiveness into me, I felt every slide of his cock inwards as it stretched me so gloriously. Then our pubic mounds met, the pressure sending a major tingle of excitement through my clit as my son lay still, his cock throbbing within me as my inner muscles clenched around it as he lay still savouring what was surely the first female pussy he had ever taken.

The sheer delight of him laying there filling me so completely sent me crashing into an orgasm, wrapping my legs tightly around his back I tried to draw more of his meat into me as my body arched under him.

Tom groaned into my mouth as my pussy tightened around him, merging with my own moans of delight! In so many stories of lust and sex the couple are talking dirty, exchanging curses and swear words, but the joy I was feeling made speech impossible, all I could give out were moans, groans and animalistic grunts.

Tom remained still for a long and blissful time before he finally began to slide his cock in me in a deliciously slow rhythm, barely having come down from one peak I instantly rose to another. I cried out into his mouth as his motions drove me higher and higher up the scale of pleasure, I could feel his pace quicken as my son began to approach his own peak.

Soon he was driving into me with a force that crushed my pussy lips between our bodies, that sent shockwaves of bliss shooting form my clit, his balls slapping at my buttocks. Then he was pushing down on me, his lower body grinding on my pussy, our pleasure drove our lips apart as we both let out a cry of ecstasy.

Suddenly Tom was still, his groin pressed hard to mine, his voice raised in a long, loud moan as he had his climax. Deep inside my pussy I felt his cock swell then jerk again and again as he filled me with his hot young juices, as I felt the spreading heat deep inside me my senses reeled with ecstasy, my fingernails digging into his back! We lay straining against each other for glorious long moments, and then Tom began moving in me again in fast, furious strokes.

I had thought that my pleasure could grow no greater, oh God how wrong I was, this pace coming at mid-orgasm lifted me to a point that I thought that I would faint with joy, the park rang to my cry of bliss and I did not care who heard me!

Gradually his motions slowed, his body grew less tense until at last he lay motionless on top of me, his cock still buried within my pussy, but showing the first signs of shrinking. Then he lifted his upper body, through pleasure hazed eyes I looked up at his face to see such a look of contentment and love that I just pushed up from the ground and kissed him joyfully.

When I lay back again my son smiled down at me, his eye flickered over my face as though memorising how I looked in my post-orgasmic glory, but his cock stayed lodged within me and I could feel the pleasure mounting in me again.

“We should go,” my son spoke the first words since we’d entered the clearing.

“I know,” I sighed unsteadily.

Yet neither of us made any effort to move. He gazed into my eyes, his look one of love and gratitude, I returned his look happily, and words were unnecessary. He leant down and kissed me tenderly then gently withdrew his cock from my satiated pussy, and then he was kneeling up and gazing down at my almost naked body in the bright moonlight.

“You are very beautiful mum,” my son smiled.

I laughed and sat up to hug him close, then he rose to his feet and reached down to help me up. Almost reluctantly we dressed, even as I drew my panties up my legs I could feel his sperm starting to leak from my pussy. As we left the clearing I took one last look around at the magical place, Tom smiled as I looked back to him.

“We can always come back here,” he said quietly as he lifted the branches for me to pass.

“That we can,” stroking his cheek I agreed with him.

Those few words were enough to establish that he would be making love to me again, though in my mind I knew we would need to be careful when his father was around. But that was a future concern, for now my mind was filled with the thought of getting home and taking my son to my bed.