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Date: Sun, 04 Dec 2005 10:00:52 +0000
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The Morning After By AH Part One - The Arrival Who am I to complain. My son
invited me down to his house for the Holiday weekend. I was looking forward to
it. He lives in Myrtle beach, not on the beach, but close enough for us to take
advantage of it. The five hour drive down went quickly, although it did tire me
out some. Jason was waiting for me at his door to welcome me. The first thing I
noticed was how clean his house was. Nothing like his room ever was. The next
thing I noticed. The gorgeous hunk of manhood his friend was. Please understand,
I had Jason at a young age, and his father died years ago, so I was entitled to
look. At least that is what I told myself. Blake was his name, and the picture
of him just got better as he stood. He was tall dark and delicious. My immediate
thoughts of him were wicked, but not too much so. I probably would not
masturbate thinking about Blake until after I was in safety of my own home. The
women in this city must camp outside their house. Jason, at six foot four and
blonde, stood an inch taller than Blake, and he is almost as good looking, even
if I do say so. "Nice to meet you Ms. Everette," Blake said, and I blushed.
"Nice to meet you Blake. You did say your name was Blake didn't you?" "Yes
ma'am," he said stabbing the knife into my forty year old heart. "Ma'am!" I
thought silently. "You have already tried to look down my blouse twice." At
least, now, I hoped he had. "Did you have to say Ma'am?" When I finally
responded with a polite, "Where are you from Blake?" "Connecticut." "I have been
up there," I said Nice place to visit wouldn't want to live there." "Why do you
think I am down here." Jason, who had left the room to get his keys, broke in
"Time to go! Lets get going so we can get a table." "Jason, go where? I just got
here and I'm tired!" "Mom, you don't make it down here very often and I thought
we would kick it off with a night at the dance club. You and Dad used to go all
the time." "I think that is sweet, but I don't think I am ready for that." It
was one thing to mentally undress his friend. It was another to go out in public
to drink and dance. Even though it had been years since his father had died, I
was uncomfortable being reminded of him. "Jason, I'm not ready." "You look fine
Mom. Doesn't she look fine Blake?" "You look terrific Ms. Everette." That was an
emotional boost at the very least. "No Jason, that is not what I mean. I'm not
ready," I said drawing out the "ready" so he would understand. "Oh!" he
acknowledged. "That's a bunch of crap," he said. "You came down to have a good
time. That is what we are going to do. That includes you." Blake could tell
things were taking on a deeper tone and he wandered into the kitchen. "When Dad
died I wondered how I was going to feel when you started dating. I know it was
selfish, but it bothered me." "Now look at you," he said his voice raising. "You
don't do anything. You stay active in the women's club, and church, and that is
it. Nothing else. Not only have you not dated, you have retreated from life. I
feel guilty for how I felt about you dating, because you never have done it."
The veins on his forehead started to stick out, and a slight red shade appeared
on his face as he continued his sermon to me. "I feel like somehow it is my
fault. That you picked up on some vibe I was sending and you have been punishing
yourself ever since." "Jason," I said with a sympathetic motherly tone. "It
wasn't you. It was me. I just have not felt like going out. OK?" "No its not.
You are my mother and I love you. You are way too young and attractive to live
this way. Well I got you to come down here. Which is something I cannot believe
you did. Now we are going to go out and have fun." "You think I am attractive?"
I asked. All this ranting of his, and I pick up on the woman thing. Let's face
it even from our sons it is nice to hear. "Yes," he said calming down. "Going
out tonight is meant to be fun, not a hassle. I am not trying to set you up with
anyone. This is just a go out have some drinks and enjoy the evening type of
thing. If some guy comes over and hits on you, what would be the harm of talking
to him?" I did not respond, I just looked at him. I did not realize it at the
time, but it was a look that told him he was breaking me down. "Now let's go,
OK? Blake come on, we're going now." "OK Jason," I said. "I will do this for
you, but you might not like your mother when she lets her hair down!" "I might
like her more." Part Two - The Club The sun was just going down when we went
into the club. Inside it was dark, and loud, with lots of flash and people.
Jason was right, most of the tables were already taken but we found one off to
one side of the dance floor. The smell of the smoke and the overly perfumed
women was terrible. It was also wonderful. Jack, Jason's father and I used to go
dancing frequently. The smell brought back some of those happy memories. "Can I
get you something to drink Ms. Everette?" Blake shouted between the deep bass
punches. His smile made me sink further into the mood of the bar. "Yes please,"
I said reaching into my purse for money, "I'll take a Long Island Ice Tea."
"Whoa!" Blake said giving me a sideways glance, "first you don't want to come,
and now your trying to beat us out of the gate." He walked away never looking at
the money I held in my hand to pay for my drink. "Don't worry about it Mom, we
gotcha covered while you are here." Jason looked around the place quickly taking
in all of the flirtatious, sexy young women that had mysteriously gathered
around us. Jason leaned in to talk in my ear, "I want to tell you how glad I am
that you came. I have missed you since I moved out." Jason and I always had a
special relationship. Maybe every mother feels that way about her children. That
somehow she has been able to make it closer than the average child's parental
relationship. Maybe that is needed to make us fight harder to raise that child
right. To see that nothing harmful happens to them. I leaned into him "I have
missed you too," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. He had given me a warmth
throughout my body. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. "Now why don't you
ask one of these women to dance?" "You won't mind?" "Don't be silly. It would
make me feel better than keeping you here like an anchor." Jason laughed, "All
right, but I am waiting until Blake gets back." "Don't blame me if the one
you.." Blake interrupted, "Here ya go! Soda with lime for the designated driver,
bourbon shot with beer chaser for me, and the little lady gets an L double i T."
Before I could suggest to Jason that he get going he was gone. Blake just
laughed when he noticed the expression on my face. "He was here a second ago," I
said. "He moves pretty fast. Not easy to keep up with." "Are you saying he does
well with the girls?" "You being his mother and all, I would have to say you
have nothing to be ashamed about. He's a good guy." "Diplomacy, at such a young
age. I am impressed." I watched him carefully. He was not checking out any of
the women on the dance floor. I had his undivided attention. I wanted it.
Forgive me, but I was attracted to him like I had not been with a man in so
long. After our second round of drinks, and I believe this was a plan on Blake's
part, he asked me to dance. Of course I agreed. Was I horny? Yes. But I needed
more than that. It was not just sex. I hoped it was a mutual attraction that
comes from conversation, and caring and interaction. It was making me feel like
a woman again. Beautiful and special. On the dance floor Blake was a complete
gentleman. Never touching me in a way inappropriate for the music. Luckily that
also meant that there was some touching and rubbing going on. Enough that I
could tell he had an erection. The atmosphere of drinks, dancing, and letting my
hair down, as I called it, fed my sinful fantasies of Blake. Each time he
touched my bottom, the inside of my thigh, or innocently brushed my breasts, my
body squealed with lust, anticipation and joy. By the time we made it back to
the table I was drained. I was hot, thirsty, and horny enough to take on a
football team. OK, maybe just a tennis doubles team. I was horny though. As the
night went on we drank and danced often. Probably too much drink and not enough
dance. I did get to dance with my son a couple times too. That is something I
will take with me until I die. My son, who just wanted his mother to be happy.
To live again. We stumbled out to the car. Poor Jason had to help both of us
walk. As Jason drove home it was decided that I would sleep in Jason's room,
Blake being too drunk to drive, would sleep in the spare bedroom, and Jason
would sleep on the couch downstairs. That was all that my horny little mind
needed to hear. I had painted a fantasy of Blake coming into my room, before we
had hit the driveway. I would be naked under the covers. He would get in bed
with me, and take me. Part Three - The Decision I lay in bed, naked like I had
fantasized, and nothing. No Blake. I wondered if he had passed out. I had
drifted in and out a couple of times, but I had fought myself awake. I had
committed myself to the most sinful actions of my life and I wanted to see it
through dammit. I made a decision. A risky one. I would go to him. Naked. I
would go into his room get into bed with him and start touching him everywhere.
I was scared of several things that could go wrong. My son might see me, naked,
sneaking into see Blake. Blake might not want me, or worse yet, think I was too
old or not good enough. All of this amounted to a fairly scary picture. But I
was still drunk with alcohol and hormones. I got up quietly. I always sleep in
the nude, but tonight getting out of bed my body tingled with the night air. It
felt sexy to be naked again. I opened the door as slowly as I could. It creaked,
but I hoped not enough to wake Jason. If it did, maybe he would think it was one
of us going to the bathroom. It felt like it took for ever to reach his bedroom
door. Every step made me feel that much more erotically naked. I opened the door
gently. I closed it behind me just as quietly. In the dark I could see Blake was
sleeping on his side. I moved to his back side and raised the covers. I could
just make out the shape of his butt. I was trembling with desire. I knew my next
move would commit me (no pun intended). I could not stop myself. I jumped in.
Blake moved some. Before he move too much, I pushed my naked breasts against his
back and reached for his prick. He responded groggily with "Huh? What?" His
prick was already growing in my hand. Now obviously awake, he rolled towards me,
and clutched my butt checks, pulling my pussy to his now rock hard dick. He
began stroking his cock against the hair of my pussy. This kicked up my desire
twenty fold. My pussy became wetter with each stroke of his cock against my
hungry body. I grabbed his butt and pulled him harder into me. It felt like I
was trying to push him through me, into my cunt. He bent his head down and
started kissing, licking and biting my breasts. I wanted to scream, but I new I
had to be quiet. I grabbed a pillow and yelled into it. Blake moved his kisses
down my stomach, and then put his beautiful mouth on the lips of my pussy. I
immediately had the first, of many orgasms. He kept licking and sucking me. He
went from gentle to hard and back again. He did not neglect any area of my
pussy. As I was cumming again he shoved a finger up my ass. God, what a feeling.
I was not expecting it, had never had anyone do that, and loved ever inch of
that wiggling finger in my asshole. I pushed his head away and wormed my body
and head around so I could get him in my mouth. I slurped his cock into my mouth
like a starving monkey eats a banana. I worked slowly up and down on his rod
until I felt he was going to blow. I then stopped. I paused, to let him regain
his composure, and then rolled on my back, whispering "fuck me, fuck me now." He
was on top of me quickly. I helped guide him into my pussy, and then he took it
from there. Boy did he take it. He was ramming into me fast and with authority.
I came twice while he pumped me. It did not seem like it took him long. His body
tensed up, his strokes became deeper and slower and then I felt his warm sperm
jetting inside of me as he let out a loud moan. So loud, I was a little
concerned he might have awaken Jason. I was also kind of proud of myself for
getting that reaction out of him. Besides he deserved it. In my book he had
definitely earned the moan. We lay there motionless for a couple of minutes.
Then I got up just as I had come in quietly. I walked to the bathroom, and sat
down to let his cum drain from me. I looked in the mirror across from me and
smiled. What I had done was so wicked. But it made me feel so good. I got up,
flushed, and went back to my original room. Sleep came easy. Part Four - The
Morning After I woke to the sound of dishes in the kitchen. I had a bit of a
headache from all of the alcohol, and the dishes made a uniquely unpleasant
sound. I put on my rob and went down. Jason was unloading the dishwasher. Blake
was not there. "Morning babe," I said. "You sleep OK?" "Me, I slept great. How
about you?" "Fantastic! But I have a bit of a hangover this morning. Blake
sleeping in?" "No he left. Had to go to work this morning." "Oh." As I took a
seat at the kitchen counter I asked with a quizzical look, "Did you hear
anything last night?" "No. Anything in particular I should have heard?" Jason
said turning to me with a knowing grin that made me squirm. "Just thought I
heard some sort of animal last night." "Cute," he said with a chuckle. His eyes
looked down at my robe which had fallen open a little exposing my legs. He did
not look at me in his usual way. It made me uncomfortable. I discreetly closed
my robe. Did he know? Was he looking at his mother like a slut now? He was the
one that wanted me to get out and enjoy life. I had not anticipated how
uncomfortable this would make me feel. " What time did Blake leave?" I asked
trying not to be too obvious about my question. "About three in the morning," he
said continuing with the dishes. Three in the morning! He must have left
immediately after we finished. Had what we done made him uncomfortable? "That is
when I went back up to my room," Jason said as if I should have known that. With
one sentence my son had come as close to stopping my heart in mid-beat as
anything in my forty years ever had. Oh my god! What had happened? What had I
done? Not wanting to do anymore damage I asked, "And what time did I come in?"
My question was worded so that if he responded with "what?" I could play it off
with something like, "I went outside and played in the forest last night." It
might make me seem strange, but at least it would beat the alternative. Jason
not picking up on my pale complexion said, "That was about four thirty. You left
at about five." My question was designed to find the answer I did not want to
know. It was also designed so, I would not let him know it was an accident, if
it had indeed happened. He had not been drunk. He knew who he was having sex
with. I on the other hand quickly excused myself to the bathroom. As I sat in
the bathroom, I felt physically sick to my stomach. The events of the night
raced through my head. I could still feel his hands all over my body. His finger
up my ass, his cock in my mouth and pussy. As I sat there, for what had to be at
least an hour, my thoughts turned from "What had I done" to "He is an adult" and
"He wasn't drunk," and further still to "He knew it was me." He knew it was me
and yet he continued on. Quite passionately I would have to add. My anxiety had
been replaced by anger and curiosity. I walked from the bathroom to the kitchen
taking deep breaths along the way. Jason asked me if I was all right. When I
told him I was fine, he asked me what I wanted for breakfast. Not really caring
I told him cereal would be good and he proceeded to get out two bowls. Again I
sat at the counter, and again my rob opened to show my legs. Jason looked at my
legs again. His look was not that of a son looking at his mother like a slut.
But of a lover turned on by his partner. Knowing I had caught him, he smiled at
me. It was a son's mischievous smile, and it melted my anger away. He came over
and gave me a shoulder hug, "Man! I am so glad you are here." He sat down and
poured cereal and milk into his bowl. Again I saw him sneak a glance down at my
legs. "Jason, I know why I did what I did last night, but why did you?" I wasn't
lying I did know why I did it. I thought he was Blake. "It felt good. I had sex
with a wonderful, pretty, sexy, woman that I have known and trusted my whole
life. What could be better?" The trust part dug into me. Once again I saw Jason
staring at my legs. I had the sense he was about to reach a hand up my thigh, so
I stood moved over to him and sat in his lap. This probably was not the best of
solutions, but he did not put his hand up my robe. From this position, I could
feel his erection. "Do you feel guilty about what we did?" He hesitated, "Yeah,
a little. Not that much though. I have to say, I never thought I would feel this
way about you. But now I can't stop," as he finished the sentence he pulled the
top of my robe open slightly. He now had a perfect view of my left breast. I was
jumpy, and when he first moved his hand toward my robe, I almost grabbed it to
stop him. It took every bit of self control to not look as shaken up as I was.
Once he had it open, I just let him look. He stared at it trying to soak it in
through his eyes. I watched him looking at my bare breast. He enjoyed it. It was
turning him on. When he started moving his groin rhythmically into my backside I
stood from his lap, and sat back in my chair. "Eat your breakfast," I told him.
He chuckled and started to eat. As I ate my breakfast I mulled it all over. The
sick feeling in my stomach was gone. His looking at my breast did not bother me.
If he had touched it, I might have freaked. Then again maybe I wouldn't have. I
looked deep inside myself for some sign of arousal. I was curious about my
feelings, and I was trying to make sure this could never happen again. There it
was though, sexual desire. It was buried down inside me in the taboo section of
my sexuality. The part none of us likes to admit is there. Every time I pictured
him looking at my breast and my legs, I could feel a tingle in my vagina. It was
warm, and wet and something I should have never let myself think about. Once
again my son had given me a warmth throughout my body. As I looked down at my
robe, I noticed it had fallen open more. It was open to just below my pussy.
Instead of covering up, as an experiment, I raised my left foot, and placed it
on the bottom rung of the chair I was sitting in. If Jason wanted to look at his
mother's pussy all he would have to do is look down. It would not be a wide open
shot, but enough to get a reaction, from him and from me. It did not take long
before he noticed the opening. He tried to keep eye contact as we talked, but it
became evident he was distracted by the way my robe hung. That was enough for
me. I became so wet a could feel my juice running into the crack of my ass. I
adjusted myself in my seat so he could no longer look up my robe, or at my legs.
We finished breakfast, and Jason started cleaning up. I went upstairs and
started the water for a shower. I came back downstairs and approached him in the
kitchen. "Put out your arm," I said to him. "Why?" "Just put out you arm,
straight like this," I demonstrated for him. "OK." He said putting out his arm,
a frustrated look on his face. I removed my robe draped it over his arm and
stood in front of him naked, for what to me, was the first time. "I'm jumping in
the shower," I said. "I am hoping you will join me." With that I turned and
walked slowly up the stairs. I was again trembling with excitement. I hardly
even heard him say, "Are you nuts? I'm not going to let you make it up the
stairs!" He threw my robe to floor and caught me halfway up the stairs. He
turned me around so fast I thought I was on a turntable. He put his lips to mine
and I kissed him. When I felt his tongue in my mouth, I almost came. His hands
hit my body hungrily. We worked our way up to the landing. He laid me down on
the floor, and penetrated me in one swift thrust. Again it did not seem to take
him long. His motions, the way he touched me, and the feel of his prick inside
me felt familiar now. And I came, and came and came. I would realize later I had
gotten carpet burns on my back from all of the motion. But I didn't care. It was
worth it. My son made me feel beautiful and special. Like a woman should feel.
Jason came with the same loud moan he had shocked me with before. He then
collapsed on top of me. "Jason honey," I said a little uncomfortable there on
the floor, "Let's get that shower now, and practice this later in the bedroom.
What do you think?" "I don't think I'm any good Mom. It will take a lot of
practice!" "OK honey," I said, committing myself to the best sexual partner I
have ever had or will have. I just never thought I would do something like this.
It all seems like a dream, like it is not really me doing it. That is until I am
screaming my lungs out from another orgasm. Is it greed on my part to want this
happiness? Am I a bad person? I don't feel like I am hurting anyone, yet I would
be mortified if anyone ever found out. Writing it down helped. END
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