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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.
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