When we arrived at her SUV, Diane eased me against the car and opened the door. Before I could get in, she pressed herself into me and smothered me with a kiss. We made out for a moment right there in the parking lot, until I forced her away, pleading, “Please, I need to go.”
“You’re coming home with me,” Diane hissed in my ear before she leaned in and kissed me once more. I felt her hand run up under my skirt until she pressed it firmly over my sex. I found myself whimpering into Diane’s mouth as her tongue caressed my own and her fingers toyed with my pussy. She broke our kiss for a moment and whispered, “Don’t tease me, you know you need this.”
Deep down I wanted to give in and let her do whatever she wanted with me, but for some reason I just couldn’t. At that moment I thought of Kyle at the house alone and felt supremely guilty. For some odd reason I almost felt as though I was cheating on him, which struck me to the core. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I pushed her away once more and ran towards my car without another word.
As I drove home, my cell phone rang a few times, I’m sure from Diane, but I didn’t pick up. Even though I didn’t feel drunk, I probably shouldn’t have been driving as my head was absolutely swimming with emotions. Fortunately, I had driven the route thousands of times and thankfully my car seemed to be on rails as I made it home without incident.
When I walked into the house, I was not surprised to find Kyle sitting alone in the living room. Almost as if he could sense something was wrong, he came to me directly and hugged me tightly, then asked me about my day. I found it hard to think straight, but basically told him my evening was fine as I didn’t want him to worry about me.
Kyle stepped back and stared directly into my eyes. “Are you okay Mom, your eyes look really glassy.”
“Yes, umm, I’m fine. Just tired I guess,” I mumbled guiltily. It wasn’t even nine o’clock, but after the days events I was ready to crawl into bed. I said, “Think I’ll call it a night, sweetie.”
“Oh, come on Mom, its Friday. Stay up and watch a movie with me,” he begged, knowing we both had the weekend off. He worked on me for a while, until I finally gave in. I felt a bit dirty after drinking in the bar and told him I wanted to take a bath first. I was pleasantly surprised when Kyle said, “Go rest on the couch and I’ll run it for you.”
As I sat quietly on the sofa as my mind replayed what had happened at Sully’s. I could almost feel the way Diane played with me, right under the noses of our other friends. My pussy throbbed when I thought of how naughty I’d been.
Kyle came back into the room a few minutes later and broke me out of my reverie. He held out his hand and helped me from the couch, then led me to the bathroom. The tub was full of bubbles, and the entire room smelled strongly of vanilla. I expected him to leave, but a shiver ran down my spine when Kyle said, “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
I was dumbstruck when Kyle grabbed my shirt and pulled it upwards, and I could only raise my arms to help him as if I was in a trance. Next, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra, and lowered it down my arms to expose my breasts. Just a few weeks ago I would have been horrified at the thought of my son seeing me that way, but after what we had been through, it almost seemed natural.
Kyle unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt, then dropped to his knees in front of me. He firmly tugged on the fabric, and slowly forced it over my hips and downward. I set my hands upon his shoulders for balance as he extricated the skirt from around my feet, then he tossed it onto the counter on top of my blouse and bra.
From where he knelt, I realized Kyle’s face was just inches from my crotch. I was sure my panties still had to be damp from the working over Diane had given me earlier and wondered if he could smell my arousal. I know it probably sounds sick, but I hoped he could get a whiff of my feminine scent. I had been so excited around him of late; I wanted him to know the effect he had on me.
Like he had done with my skirt, Kyle lowered my undies until I was stark naked before him. I almost wanted to grab his face and shove it into my crotch, but before I could he stood and placed my panties on the counter aside my other discarded clothes. Kyle then assisted me into the tub, then leaned over and softly kissed my lips. With a wink, he said, “Enjoy your bath.” With that, he grabbed my dirty clothes and left me all alone.
As I soaked in the tub, I realized that I was probably more drunk than I thought when I left the bar. My head swam as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensual surroundings. I have no idea if it was because of the alcohol or not, but I was still really horny. The warm water only made things worse as I just couldn’t help stroke my sensitive skin all over.
Kyle had left the door open when he exited the bathroom, and I felt really naughty as I manipulated my nipples under the suds, knowing he could come back at any moment. My thighs went wide as I began stroking my sex, deeply impressed at how he had been so bold to undress me. In such a short time he had come so far, and I wondered what surprises lay ahead for us.
While I toyed with myself, I also couldn’t help but ponder just what Diane would have done to me if I had gone home with her. There was no doubt in my mind that she would have gone down on me, which I love, but would she have expected me to follow suit? I tried to imagine what it would be like to touch her all over, and it really turned me on. I came hard for the second time that night, my whimpers echoing off the tiles in the small bathroom.
Kyle came back into the room a few minutes later carrying a large bath sheet over his shoulder. He leaned over and helped me to my feet as I stepped from the tub. After wrapping it around me, Kyle began to rub the towel into my skin all over to dry me off. I’m not sure I had ever before been pampered that way and I loved every second of it. My son really was going to make some woman really happy one day.
After he had dried me off, Kyle led me by hand to my bedroom. Not a word was spoken as he went to my dresser and pulled out the familiar lavender nightgown. He came back to me and gently lowered it over my head and dressed me as if I were a little girl. I stood in front of him meekly, but he gave me an encouraging smile as his lips pressed lightly to my own in a soft kiss.
Before I knew what happened, we were seated beside one another on the couch as Kyle turned down the lights and started a movie. Unlike the previous evening, he was pressed up against my left side, just as Diane had done only an hour or so before. I wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to me but felt certain he at least had a little indication.
My mind was still swimming and I rested my head upon his shoulder as we watched the film side by side. I could barely follow the plot of the movie, but it was clearly sexual in nature. It wasn’t pornographic mind you, but it certainly wasn’t the latest from Disney either.
Pressed so tightly together as we were, I couldn’t help but feel the heat between us, and I fought to stay still. My body was simply on fire and I tried to remain calm, but couldn’t stop my thighs from slowly rubbing together in excitement. I’m not sure if Kyle could see or feel what I was doing, but shortly thereafter I felt his hand come to rest on my knee.
Instantly I had a flashback to what Diane had done to me and wondered if Kyle could ever be so bold. On the TV a macho male detective was making out with a sexy suspect in an interrogation room, and I found myself groaning out loud as Kyle began to tickle my thigh with his fingertips, much like Diane had done. My eyes left the screen and I looked down to see his hand on my leg, and noticed my nightie left a good deal of skin exposed. I then looked a bit to the left and was not surprised to see Kyle’s favorite Simpsons pajamas bulging up from his groin from an obvious erection.
Kyle continued to stroke my thigh, running his hand higher and higher up my leg as if testing my resolve. I know I should have stopped him but like with Diane earlier I just could not. His fingers ventured under my nightgown, only inches from my steaming sex. Rather than discourage his boldness, I actually lifted my left knee over his lap, just as Diane had done to me under the barroom table. My son may have been an inexperienced eighteen year old, but I’m sure my actions rang out loud and clear in his head – Mommy wants to be touched!
I was certain Kyle was going to go right for my groin, yet he did not. He kept toying with the skin only a tantalizing inch or so from my moist mound. My inner voice was screaming, “Go for it!” but as his mom how could I say something like that?
As he continued to lightly tease my thigh, I couldn’t help but do the same to him. I placed my palm upon his right leg and ran it back and forth across his soft PJ’s. I just couldn’t take it anymore, and finally grasped his rock hard cock in my hand and gave it a squeeze. I felt his body tighten against me for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and opened his legs wider to give me better access.
Only a moment later, Kyle’s fingers found my naked sex for the first time. “Yes!” screamed in my head, but only a soft whimper escaped my mouth. I rotated my torso towards Kyle to give him better access to my womanhood. In so doing, I couldn’t effectively stroke his cock any longer, but I still held it in my hand and milked it with soft squeezes.
Kyle’s fingers ran all over my pussy, as if trying to memorize every bit of my anatomy with his searching hands. I must admit he was in no way as deft with his touch as Diane had been, but knowing it was my own flesh and blood that was touching me somehow made it even more erotic. I felt his finger slowly move inside of me, and I shivered knowing I was the first woman he had ever touched in such an intimate way. My baby was fingering his first pussy, and it was amazingly intoxicating to me that I could share in the moment.
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