Linda’s discovery – part 3a

“I’m going to cum mom,” he said, as if warning me in case I didn’t want him to cum in my mouth. But I had no intention of moving. I wanted to taste every last drop of his semen so I responded by moving even faster.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, not letting his dick escape my oral grip.

“Oh god,” he moaned. His head flew back against the pillow and I felt the first spurt of his seed hit the back of my throat. The second spurt, not quite as powerful as the first, filled my mouth. And the third and subsequent spurts slightly dribbled out from my lips back down his shaft onto my hand and my panties still wrapped around his cock. I swallowed every drop that was in my mouth and then began to lick up the semen that had overflowed. He lifted his head one last time to see me licking his cum from my panties and stroked my hair as I did so.

“God mom, that was incredible,” he panted.

I smiled and crawled back up lying next to him, my head on his chest, listening to his heart.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time sweetheart,” I cooed. “And it was better than I had imagined.”

Time seemed to stand still for both of us. I don’t even know how long we lay like that but at some point we both got up and showered together. I spared him from another orgasm in the shower, knowing that he needed to recharge his ability to perform but loved the feel of his soapy hands all over my tits and the rest of my body as we laughed under the stream of water cascading over us.

As soon as we stepped out of the shower I heard the phone ringing. I grabbed a towel and answered it before even looking at the caller ID to see who it was.

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” Anne said on the other end of the line.

“Oh no,” I answered. “I was just getting out of the shower.” I glanced at my watch and it was almost 1:00 in the afternoon.

“Hmmm,” she smirked. “Busy morning with Mark?”

I laughed and said vaguely “We’ve just been enjoying each other.”

Anne knew how excited I was about Mark’s visit this weekend. She had bluntly told me that she didn’t see how we could keep from taking our mutual masturbation at least a step further. I think that I knew that too, but didn’t want to admit it to myself until it actually happened. Normally I would have been more candid with her about Mark and me, but Mark was within earshot and I didn’t know how he would react to knowing that I had confided to my best friend that my own son was the object of my fantasies. He also had no idea that Anne had shared the same thoughts with me about her son, Tom.

“I bet you have, you naughty girl. You know you are going to have to dish all of the details when he goes back tomorrow.”

I looked back at Mark, drying off just outside the shower stall, his muscles still slightly damp and glistening in the sunlight coming through the opaque windows of the bathroom. God, he was handsome, I thought to myself. If he only knew what we were talking about right now…

“We are having fun,” I laughed. Then in a whisper I added “And I promise that I’ll share the details with you.” And then, back to my normal voice level, “but I need to run for now. Mark told me about a dinner that he has to go to next week and I promised him last night that I would take him to look for some new clothes.”

“Okay,” she laughed also. “I understand. God, I am so jealous of you right now.”

“I know,” I chuckled. “We’ll talk later.”

When I hung up I told Mark to get dressed and that I was taking him shopping.

It was a beautiful, sunny day and we walked close to each other wandering around the outdoor shopping center. Occasionally he put his arm around me and at times I felt almost like a school girl again. Somewhere along the way we stopped and each enjoyed an iced frappuccino sitting outside one of the local coffee shops. I couldn’t help but wonder if any of the strangers walking past us could see the “just-fucked” look of satisfaction and happiness in my eyes. Maybe they confused us for a couple that are in love, I mused. I looked younger than my age and my son could pass for someone older…

“So,” Mark interrupted my impractical thoughts. “I’m guessing that was Mrs. D you were talking to on the phone before we left?”

“Yes,” I answered, suddenly back in reality.

“Do you think she knows about us?” Mark asked, looking a little embarrassed, but also inquisitive.

Oh god, I thought. I don’t want to lie to my own son but, at the same time, I didn’t know if he would be mad at me for sharing – at least what he thought was our own secret – with my best friend.

“Why would you ask that?” I answered, deftly.

“I dunno,” he stammered, stirring his drink with his straw. “I guess… I mean… I know you told me about her suggesting that you leave your panties in my bag… and I guess… I don’t know… I guess I was just wondering how much she knew.”

I sat silently for a few moments, trying to find the right words to say. “Would that bother you if she did?” I asked, in a non committal answer.

His eyes lit up. “God no,” he said, excitedly. “Actually I think it’s kinda hot.”

“I told you that Tom has the hots for her, didn’t I? I can see why. I’ve even seen her panties,” he laughed. “Tom and I traded one time. She’s a pretty lady… of course, not as pretty as you, mom,” he added quickly.

I laughed at his awkward attempt to make sure he hadn’t offended me. “It’s okay if you think she’s pretty,” I smiled. “I do too. Sexy even,” I blushed. “As long as I know that I am ‘your girl’ I don’t care if you think my best friend is ‘hot’,” I laughed, using my fingers to indicate quotation marks around “hot.”

Mark laughed. “So, back to my earlier question… do you think Mrs. D knows? About us I mean?”

I smiled inwardly. I could see he wasn’t going to let me try and evade a direct answer.

“Well… kind of,” I said slowly, blushing. “I’ll tell you a little secret but you have to promise me that you won’t tell Tom or anyone else.”

Mark’s eyebrows rose. “Wow, this sounds juicy. I promise that I won’t tell anyone mom. Not even Tom.”

I took a long gulp of my frappe and looked around to make sure we were out of earshot of anyone. Even though I knew no one was listening in on our conversation, I leaned in toward Mark and he leaned in as well.

“Remember the night when you and I chatted on the phone and I told you Annie had just left?” I started.

Mark nodded, a hint of a smile appeared on his face as he remembered. “Absolutely. That was very hot.”

“Well,” I continued. “It was hot for me too. But in a different way. Now remember that I had a little too much wine that night,” I stalled. “But I had asked Annie if she wanted to stay and listen in while you and I chatted.”

There it was. I now had no secrets from my son. I stared into his eyes to see his reaction, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at me for letting Anne share in our intimate conversation, especially since I had been so adamant that he keep our phone conversations to himself and tell no one about them.

Mark looked from side to side, I think to make sure no one was looking, then grinned and leaned in and kissed me square on the lips.

I closed my eyes and savored that split second of our first public kiss like that. When I opened them, Mark was still grinning from ear to ear.

“I take it from your reaction that you aren’t mad?” I laughed.

“I would say pretty much whatever the opposite is of being mad,” he answered. “Did she enjoy listening in?”

I laughed out loud this time. “I would say she did,” I smiled. “When I initially asked her, I was planning on just playing along with you and letting her listen in. But we got so turned on that we both ended up cumming in front of each other listening to you. The other part of the secret is that I knew that Anne had been fantasizing about Tom for some time… but he doesn’t know that. I think for her that night was a way that she could indulge her fantasy by listening in on us without actually carrying on with her own son.”

“Do you think that she really wants to hook up with Tom?” Mark asked seriously.

“I know that she would,” I answered, recalling several conversations Annie and I had on this subject over the past few weeks. “But she’s afraid to initiate it. And I can understand that. So I think she lives vicariously through you and me.”

“But you never asked her to listen in after that one time?” he asked, sounding somewhat skeptical.

“No, the opportunity never presented itself,” I answered honestly. “We talked about it a couple of times after that, and I know she would do it again, but the times you and I have spoken on the phone since then, she hasn’t been over like she was that night. That’s the only reason. Well that, and the fact that we both probably had a lot of wine that night,” I smiled.

“And… did you just watch each other cum… or was there more?” Mark asked hesitatingly, recalling my earlier confession of my experimentation in college with another woman.

I blushed. “No. That was really pretty much all we did,” I said, shading the truth a bit by omitting that Annie had fed me her finger soaked with her own juices.

Mark laughed. “Well, if she enjoyed listening in so much, maybe we should invite her over tonight and let her listen to us through the bedroom door,” he joked. At least I think he was joking. He was looking at me kind of funny and I could tell the idea turned him on.

Truth be told, it turned me on as well. I still had a clear mental image of Annie masturbating that I had called on as I approached my own self-induced orgasms more than once since that night. I knew that Annie would love to have the type of relationship with Tom that Mark and I shared, but I also knew that – because they didn’t – she loved to hear me tell her about our phone chats. If she couldn’t have Tom, I reasoned, Mark’s and my relationship was the next best thing for her. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to let her see the two of us together, I thought.

I smiled a naughty smile at my son and got my phone out of my purse. “Hey Annie, it’s me,” I said when she answered. Have you made plans for dinner yet? Good. Mark and I are going to stop by the market and get some steaks. Come over and join us.”