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After The Party Is Over
by Scorpio00155(address defunct)

***

A mother comes up with what she thinks is a great idea 
when her son is without a date for a social event. Why 
not pretend to be his date? (F/m-teen, inc, 1st, rom)

***

"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.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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