Mark sat wide-eyed looking at me, his jaw dropping listening to one side of the conversation.
“Don’t be silly. We are both looking forward to having you over. I won’t take no for an answer. We are headed to the store now, so we’ll see you in about an hour? Good. See you then.”
I hung up, sat back in my chair and looked at Mark. “We are having a guest for dinner,” I smirked.
After stopping by the store, we hurried home and showered together again. I resisted the powerful urge to give my son another blow job like I had just that morning but couldn’t help but give him a few strokes as I washed his body. He was hard the entire time we were in the shower.
“Is that because of me, or Annie?” I laughed, tugging on his cock.
“It’s yours anytime you want it,” he smiled. “But if you don’t mind sharing…”
We both laughed and kissed, feeling the water cascade over our faces as we did. God I wanted to fuck him, I thought. But thought it might be better if I teased him a bit longer and resisted the urge.
By the time we got out and dressed it was almost time for Anne to arrive. I had explained to Mark that my reason for asking Annie to join us was just so that she could see him and me as “a couple.” I knew her fantasy was her own son, but I also knew that she derived a certain pleasure from hearing about Mark and me. It was her way of living out her fantasy.
Mark threw on some gym shorts and a t-shirt from his favorite baseball team. Even though it was cooler, it was still warm enough that I could wear shorts and a halter top. When I looked in the mirror, I could see my nipples poking through the thin fabric and smiled to myself. Nothing subtle about that, I laughed silently. bit.ly/H0tmOm
A few minutes later, Annie came walking through the back door.
“Knock, knock,” she yelled. “Everybody decent?” she laughed.
“Hi Mrs. D,” Mark said, walking over to give her a hug. “Good timing. I was just about to fire up the grill.”
“My, you look even more handsome than the last time I saw you,” Anne said, eyeing Mark.
“Hey, control yourself,” I smiled, walking into the room. “He’s already spoken for.”
I gave my best friend a hug and she laughed. “So I hear,” she said.
Mark blushed and went outside to start the grill.
Anne watched him from the window. “I can see why you can’t keep your hands off of him,” she said wistfully. “He and Tom are two good looking guys.”
She handed me a bottle of wine that she had brought and we opened it and began putting dinner together. Mark handled the steaks and Anne and I made a salad and twice baked potatoes.
Dinner was delightful. Anne, Mark and I laughed and told stories and finished the bottle of wine and opened another. She caught us up on Tom and said he would be home in a couple of weeks. By the time we cleared off the table and put the dishes away it was dark. I asked Mark to put some music on outside and the three of us adjourned to the patio to enjoy the evening air.
The stars hadn’t appeared yet, but there was a nice breeze as the three of us continued our conversation.
Anne and I were beginning to get a little tipsy from all of the wine while Mark obviously loved being the center of attention of two adoring females. There was a lot of laughing between the three of us and touching between Mark and me as the night went on and the wine bottle emptied. When we finished the second bottle, I asked Mark to go in and open another.
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