I was nearly going out of my head. The movie was over the top sexually, but knowing Kyle was watching it nearby made things more mind-blowing. I found myself absent-mindedly stroking my bare thighs, just below the hem of my nightgown. I desperately wanted to touch myself in a more intimate way but fought to remain in control.
The scene finally came on where Kim Basinger is blindfolded, and Mickey Rourke brings another woman into the room. The image sent me for a loop as I thought of my friend Diane and wondered just what she would do to me if I were suddenly in that same position as Ms. Basinger.
I found myself licking my lips as I took in the erotic sight, but I had to see how Kyle was taking it. I must admit, I was not completely shocked to see he had pulled his sweatpants down and was slowly stroking his cock as he watched the sexy scene intently. Clearly our relationship had changed that he had little to no reservations masturbating in the same room as me.
As much as I was turned on by what was on the screen, my eyes became riveted to the site before me in my own home. My daughter Lynne had a habit of showing up at the house unannounced from time to time, so I should have reprimanded Kyle for jerking off right there in the living room, but I just could not. I loved watching him pleasure himself, and only seconds later my own fingers moved from my thighs to my groin. I sank back deeper into the sofa and spread my legs as I began caressing my pussy.
The movie was lost on me as I only had eyes for my son. Before long Kyle glanced over at me and must have seen what I was doing as well. Suddenly time seemed to stand still as we watched each other unabashedly play with ourselves.
Kyle’s eyes left me for a moment, as I saw him pull a tissue from the box on the nearby end table. From that action, I knew he was about to blow, and I wanted to cum right along with him. I began firing my fingers in and out of myself as I watched his hand piston up and down his erect shaft. The movie blared in the background, nearly drowning out my whimpers, yet I could still hear Kyle groan as he came into the tissue.
My pussy was so wet, I was afraid I’d leave a stain on the sofa as I came down from my gut-clenching climax. I remained seated for a few more minutes, but then suddenly felt really sleepy. The combination of the wine, the hot bath and the powerful orgasm really knocked me out.
As I stood to say good night, Kyle just stared back at me with his sweats still around his knees. He made no attempt to cover up, and I couldn’t help but steal a few looks at his now flaccid cock. A big grin broke out over his face as he whispered, “Night Mom.”
“Night,” I replied, and then slowly padded off to my room. Thankfully sleep took me quickly, and I fell into a deep sleep.
I must have been overtired, because I ended up oversleeping the next morning, and had to rush out of the house to work, barely acknowledging Kyle as I did so. It was Friday and I actually had the entire weekend off for a change, so I was looking forward to some quality relaxation after my shift.
Throughout the day, I couldn’t help but think of how reckless I had become of late. As hard as I tried to rationalize what Kyle and I had shared, deep down I knew it was wrong. Exposing myself to him was bad enough but masturbating for him and ultimately sucking him off was another thing all together. The fact that Lynne seemed to notice the change in my behavior troubled me as well. Somehow, I was going to have to reign myself in.
From time to time the girls from work would go out for drinks after our shift, and thankfully that evening was one such occasion. I had forgotten all about it but welcomed the opportunity to head out rather than run right home in my conflicted state. I sent Kyle a text to let him know he was on his own for dinner, and then headed to the nurse’s lounge to change my outfit. Luckily, I always kept a set of casual clothes in my car as I hated going out dressed in scrubs.
Six of us in total ended up at Sully’s, a dive bar not for from the hospital. We shared a long table in the corner of the fairly crowded pub, with three of us on each side. I was not surprised to find Diane had chosen the seat on the bench directly to my left, pressed closer to me than was usual. My other side was against the wall, so she had me somewhat captive in the corner of the room as I was.
I’m usually not a big drinker, just a few glasses of wine from time to time, but for some reason I was really in the mood to get silly. I ordered a margarita and began sipping it with relish. Before long I had finished it and quickly ordered a second one.
As my mind mellowed out, my eyes began to wander around the bar as I took everyone in. Most of the occupants were twenty-somethings, only a few years older than my son. Some of the guys were quite handsome, but in my opinion, none any hotter than Kyle. The girls were all dressed quite sexy, showing off their assets in tight tops and short skirts. I know it sounds crazy for a mother to say, but I suddenly felt jealous of their youthful figures and wondered if Kyle might find them physically more appealing than me. My skin tingled as images of my son once again entered my head.
As the night wore on and the drinks flowed, I couldn’t help but feel Diane’s constant presence alongside me. Her right leg was pressed up against my left for some time, which given what had happened between us, I assumed was completely intentional. Maybe it was the alcohol, but suddenly I was feeling somewhat saucy, so I gently pushed back towards her.
Diane must have noticed, because only a moment later I felt her hand come to rest on my left knee, and she began to softly tickle my skin with her long nails. I quickly scanned the table, but everyone seemed to be engrossed in conversation, not suspecting anything that Diane’s right hand was below the table.
After work I had changed into a basic cotton top, and a somewhat conservative skirt, the hem of which came just a couple inches above my knee when I stood. Sitting as I was, it rested at mid-thigh, and Diane took advantage of that fact by softly stroking as much of my exposed skin as possible. She traced her fingers high onto my inner thigh, but her progress was thwarted by my tight skirt. I fought to remain apart of the conversation at the table, but my mind was suddenly elsewhere.
At one point, my friend Colleen, who was seated next to Diane, said, “Wow, look at those hot guys who just walked in.”
The entire table turned to look that way, and Diane took the moment to her advantage. Sensing how excited I must have been, she leaned closer to me and said, “Hike up your skirt.”
I know I could have ignored her, or even chosen that moment to say goodnight, but I did not. While everyone was distracted, I quickly rose off from the bench a few inches, and pulled my skirt up and under my bottom. When I sat back down, I could feel the cool vinyl seat against my bare thighs, which made me feel very exposed and so much naughtier.
I had expected Diane to go right for my crotch, but as an experienced seductress, she took her sweet time. She kept slowly teasing me, sometimes lightly caressing my thigh under her palm, and at other times tickling me with her nails. After what seemed like hours, she finally ran her fingers under my left knee and lifted it up over her right thigh. Thankfully we were in a dark corner of the crowded bar, so nobody could see my lewd display. Still, I leaned my abdomen into the table to hide what was going on below.
Diane then slowly traced a single finger down my thigh in a direct line until she made contact with my wet panties. She ran that one digit softly up and down my slit, driving me wild with her feathery touch. I looked around the table once more, but no face seemed to notice my agitated state as they were thankfully engrossed in conversation.
I was so turned on, yet nervous. I gulped down my drink as Diane worked me like a seasoned pro. Before long, she eased my sopped panties aside and ran her finger over my bare sex for the first time. Only moments later, she plunged a couple fingers inside of me and very slowly began a gentle fucking motion. Every now and then she would back them out to tease my clit, then run them back deep inside of me. Clearly, the woman I was seated next to was no novice and I was ready to explode at any moment.
Diane must have added another finger or two as I suddenly felt wonderfully stretched inside. She kept methodically running them in and out of me, until I knew I was a goner. I tried my best to remain calm and quiet as I came with a rush at another woman’s hands for the first time in my life. Diane’s fingers toyed with me through my entire orgasm, which drove me insane.
When my head cleared a bit, I suddenly felt really vulnerable. There I was, in a crowded bar, with another woman’s hands dancing over my exposed crotch. I was embarrassed, but became even more so when my friend Patty, who was seated directly across from me, asked, “Jill, are you feeling okay? Your face is really red.”
Somehow I muttered, “I, umm, I think I’ve had too much to drink.”Self consciously, I drove my hands under the table and grasped my skirt. I slowly rocked my butt back and forth a bit as I forcefully jerked it back down into place, trying my best not to let my actions show.
I was not surprised when Diane announced to the table, “She probably shouldn’t drive. I’ll take her home.”
Patty responded, “That’s a good idea, make sure she gets home safe.”
When I looked over at Diane, I could almost see the hunger in her eyes. I was sure getting me home safely was the last thing on her mind. As much as I loved what she had done to me, I was afraid to be all alone with her. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to go much further with a woman yet.
“No, I’ll be fine,” I mumbled, as I fought to regain my focus.
“Nonsense, I’ll take you home,” Diane stated firmly, and gave my knee a firm squeeze.
My mind and my mouth seemed to be at odds, so I couldn’t find the words to decline her offer in front of everyone. Before I even knew what was happening, we had said our goodbyes and Diane was leading me by the hand towards the door.
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