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Date: Tue, 10 Jan 2006 11:01:40 +0000
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A Change of Routine Ch. 2 by MissVictoria Have you ever gone into a situation
blind and totally unprepared? Prompted by my son's note, I had driven to his
place of choosing, at his order. My heart was beating like mad underneath my
breast. Oh god, I was nervous... so nervous. I'd never done anything like this
before! I felt... I guess the word would be, as if I was "blazing" - I knew that
I stood out. Stepping into the dark and shadowy italian restaurant, it felt like
all eyes were on me, and more than likely they were. I stood out like a sore
thumb in my meager covering, flushing pink as I walked past a group of gawking
teenage boys. I located Gary in the far back corner of the room, sitting at a
small round table for two. He was not looking at me. Every step that I made took
effort. You know how I am. I had the overwhelming sense that what I was doing
was so wrong. He didn't see me. It would have been so easy to turn tail and
run... but there was something else. Inside me, a deep feeling, a heat from my
loins. It intensified as I looked upon my son, sitting there so casually,
waiting. I succumbed to this feeling. Then Gary turned his face toward me. As
his eyes washed their heat over my body, I could see that he was pleased. An
utterly irresistable boyish smile curled at the corners of his lips. He brought
a hand up onto the table, and pressing his fingers to a set of napkin-wrapped
silverware, pushed the object forward and sent it over the edge of the table,
and onto the floor. I looked at him strangely. Amusement and a hint of mischief
glinted in his eyes. 'Pick it up,' he whispered. I bent at the knees and began
to stoop myself downwards to retrieve the fallen object, but suddenly I found my
son's hand firmly around my wrist. 'No. Without bending your knees.' he said
with a grin, releasing my wrist. I nodded slowly, and looked at him, confused.
'What are you waiting for?' he asked. Then his voice, lower, more forceful. 'Do
it ... mom... NOW.' I bent at the waist, and awkwardly stretched my arm out to
retrieve the silverware. I felt a tight stretch in my legs, and I tottered a bit
in my high heels. A whooping arose from behind me in the direction of the table
with the teenage boys, and my face grew flushed as I realized that I had just
exposed my panties to the entire restaurant! I rose quickly, trying to preserve
what remaining dignity I had. Gary was grinning. 'Sit... mom.' he said, simply.
I nodded stupidly and slid into the booth, the vinyl covering sticking to the
back of my exposed thighs. I stared across the table toward my son as we sat in
silence. 'You look... hot.' he finally offered, and I stared at his mouth as he
spoke. It was as if I could see his lips in slow motion, and the slight brush of
his tongue against his lower lip every once in a while as he formed his words.
Immediately I felt heat rising to my cheeks, and I knew that my entire body
would be flushing red. 'Th-thanks..' I stammered, reaching up a hand to brush a
lock of my hair back. I saw his eyes follow my hand, then drift downward toward
my breasts, which were pushing over the edge of the high table to rest on the
surface. Then his foot found mine, his lower leg brushing against my own in a
suprisingly exciting gesture. I nearly jumped in my seat, but was brought back
to reality by the waiter who was approaching our table. The waiter gave us our
menus, and filled our glasses with water, departing for a time to allow us a
decision. I scanned over the menu, not really seeing the words but feeling very
uncomfortable- and yet deliciously excited. Gary interrupted my feigned interest
in the menu by speaking once more. 'We aren't eating here.' he stated simply. I
peered over the top of my menu toward him. 'Gary? We aren't?' He only shook his
head slowly, a mischevious grin on his face before he explained. 'We are going
to be kicked out of the restaurant.' I quizzicly raized an eyebrow, but he
offered no further explanation. Soon the waiter had returned, and stood at the
end of the table, a pen and tablet in hand. 'Have you made your decisions, Sir?
Madame?' the middle-aged man asked. Gary nodded and the waiter stood attentively
to take down the order. Instead of ordering, my son leaned back against the
booth, with his hands behind his head. 'Isn't this woman beautiful?' he asked. I
was stunned to silence. The waiter seemed to be as well, but finally he spoke
out, cautiously, his voice filled with shock and uncertainty. 'Yes.... yes, sir.
She is quite... lovely.' The waiter's eyes avoided me. 'Look at her.' Gary
demanded, and the waiter turned his eyes toward me. 'Now... tell me again. Is
this woman beautiful?' The waiter swallowed hard, his eyes respectively focusing
on my face, then darting away after but a moments glance. 'Yes, sir. She... is a
beautiful woman.' Gary nodded as I glanced over to him, with wide eyes. I
glanced to the waiter, who seemed even more uncomfortable than myself. 'Her
tits...' Gary continued, 'Wouldn't you love to wrap your tongue around them?' I
gasped softly in astonishment, and the waiter seemed frozen in place. 'Well?'
Gary urged. The waiter took a step backward, and paused, then uncertainly nodded
his head. I could hear my son chuckling softly, and felt my cheeks grow even
more heated, if it was possible. 'This guy needs a tip, mom. Take off your
panties.' Had I heard right? Did he actually expect me to remove my
undergarments in public? It was my turn to be frozen in place. 'Gary?' I
inquired. 'You heard me,' he stated. 'But...' 'NOW.' he demanded. Oh, to hear
him say that. Do you even know what that word does to me? Of COURSE I found
myself obeying almost instinctively, raising my rear from the booth, and trying
to remove my miniscule undergarments as discreetly as possible. The waiter
looked as if he would bolt for the hills at any moment as I leaned forward,
struggling the red cloth from my legs, snagging the panties on the heels of my
shoes. Finally they relented, and I pulled the pile of lace up and onto the
table, holding it out to Gary. 'No... give it to him.' he said, motioning toward
the waiter. My hand moving slowly, I held my panties out toward the waiter as
his eyes took on first a look of lust, and then I saw reality set in. The waiter
cleared his throat, glancing to either side and then spoke quite firmly. 'I'm
going to have to ask you two to leave.' Gary laughed outloud and clapped his
hands. 'Please...' the waiter continued. Gary stood and bowed mockingly toward
the confused man then snatched the panties out of my hand, walking toward the
front of the restaurant. I stood quickly, and followed my son toward the exit,
brushing past the embarrassed waiter. As we passed the group of teenage boys,
Gary tossed my panties to the middle of the table. The last thing I heard upon
exiting the restaurant was the sound of loud cheering behind me. I followed
closely behind my son as he walked down the sidewalk, away from the restaurant
parking lot. I knew better than to question about where we were going, so I
walked silently beside him, glancing his direction on occasion. The silence was
awkward, but my mind was screaming to know what he hand in mind. I knew the
street well, and it seemed as if we were walking toward a small part that was
hereabout. Sure enough, he led me toward the park and down a sidewalk that cut
through the center of the park, leading toward a small fountain. It was early
autumn, and already the water to the fountain had been shut off. Our footsteps
were muffled by the sound of traffic on all sides as we approached a bench, one
of four near the fountain. Gary took a seat on the bench, and I glanced to it,
then back at him with question. He shook his head slightly in answer. 'My lap.'
he stated, and patted it, his eyes roaming down my long, exposed legs. I paused
a moment before I turned around, slowly sitting back onto his lap and glancing
around to see if anyone was in the vicinity. There was busy traffic from each
side, but the park itself seemed empty. Gary's hands found my hips, smoothing
over them, and I could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my ass. I
turned my head back over my shoulder, and opened my mouth to speak to him. Gary
spoke before I could. 'Eyes forward.' he said, and I quickly faced forward,
uncomfortable and unsure what to do. His hands move up my sides, brushing
through the thin cloth of my dress to move over my breasts. I noticed for the
first time that my nipples were hard, and aching. The mixture of pleasure and
pain made me gasp as he pinched the hard nubs, weighing my breasts in his hands.
'I'm hungry...' he whispered, and then his hands were moving again, downward and
over my stomach, down further, grazing over my thighs and over my groin. I made
a soft noise in the back of my throat. His lips had found the back of my neck,
and his warm breath was falling on the tender skin there. He kissed my neck
tenderly, then nipped, grazing his teeth along the surface and sending shivers
of desire down my spine. 'I'm hungry...' he repeated, as I leaned back toward
him, my lips parting and my eyelids fluttering shut. Then his hands were moving
underneath me, fumbling with the fastenings of his bluejeans. I raised slightly
to help him in the task, and soon his pants were down to his knees. I raised the
skirt of my dress slightly, exposing my bare ass to the air, and placing a hand
on either of my hips he guided me downward. Soon my son's hard cock slipped deep
into the slippery warmth of my willing pussy. He grunted loudly, covering the
sound of my soft moan and he pulled on my thighs, trying to drive himself
farther up into me. For a while we sat there, traffic buzzing around us, and
then he began to move slowly under me. Gary buried his face in my back as I sat
on top of him, his cock moving slightly and slowly within me. 'I'm hungry...' he
murmered into the fabric of my dress, and I could feel the heat from his breath
catching in the cloth and dancing against my skin. I raised myself slightly over
him, and could feel the strain in my thighs from the action. He began to move
with an increased range of motion, drawing out his manhood a ways before
pressing it deeply back into my aching cunt. My body hadn't tasted a cock in
years, and the feeling was exquisate. His hands found my breasts once more,
squeezing them hard. 'Mom... I'm hungry...' he whined, and finally I knew what
my baby needed. Standing up, I turned around, touching his cheek. His eyes had
taken on a bid of childish excitement and love, and for a moment I was reminded
of Gary as he had been, much younger. Carefully, I crawled over him, straddling
his lap and settling down onto his cock with a moan. Facing him, I slipped the
straps of my dress and bra downwards, wriggling them down to my abdomen and
exposing my tits to the night air. 'Poor baby...' I said, placing a hand behind
my son's head and guiding his mouth toward my breast, which he readily began to
suckle. 'Poor baby...' I repeated, and cradled his head in my arms, rocking him
softly and kissing the top of his head. I could feel my vaginal muscles tighten
around his hardness as his mouth sweetly wrapped itself around my nipple,
tugging and sucking at it rhythmicly, sending waves of heat and pleasure
throughout my body. I purred softly, stroking my fingers through his hair as I
began to move over him once more. In answer he began to move underneath me, his
cock slipping in and out of my cunt with slow, delicious friction. I arched my
hips to meet his thrusts. Our groins were rubbing together firmly, my clit
blushing against his pelvis persistantly- a feeling I had never experienced
before except on accident. Just when I thought I would die of delight, he
suddenly began to slam his cock violently into me as he bit down on my nipple. A
note of pain seared through my body, which dissolved into passion as a sudden
orgasm made itself known. I could feel my pussy contracting around his cock as I
bounced in his lap, his mouth latched firmly onto my breast. I shouted outloud,
not caring who heard me or saw me sitting here on this park bench, half naked
and reeling. I was experiencing the first orgasm of my life. I was fucking my
son. (to be continued)
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