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A Change of Routine Ch. 2
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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