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Subject: {ASSM} After The Party Is Over 2/2 (M/F, inc, son-mom)
Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 19:10:06 -0500
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After The Party Is Over - Part 2
By Scorpio00155(c)

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 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 smiled, "What would you like to do
instead?"

"There's a place I like to go," he replied, "it's down by the lake, its
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, 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.

Some time 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 it's 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 it's own my hand
released it's 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.


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