Thirty-eight-year-old Tony Edwinstowe caught his wife, Denise, also thirty-eight, getting shafted by her twenty-one-year-old toyboy. Not surprisingly there was a huge row and a distraught Tony stormed out of the marital home but was then at a loss as to quite where to go. He was about to phone his best mate but then remembered that he was currently trying to repair his own damaged marriage so decided that that was not the best option.
It was now nine o'clock at night and Tony, who had just had a couple of quick drinks in a pub, did what he decided was the best thing to do in the circumstances, he phoned his mother. Sixty-three-year-old Claire Edwinstowe had divorced Tony's father Stephen several years previously but had never remarried.
"Tony, why are you calling at this time, what is wrong?" asked Claire on seeing her son's name come up on her phone.
"Mum, I caught Denise with her young lover, I have walked out," replied a still distraught Tony.
"Where are you, where are you going to stay?" said the concerned Claire thinking to herself that she always thought that Denise was a slut.
As it happened, Denise's current lover was just the most recent of several but, although he suspected it, Tony had never pressed her on the subject. Having told his mother that he did not know where he was going to stay and she, having established his current whereabouts, said that he was to stay at her house and she would come and pick him up. She collected him and once back at her house they had a lengthy chat about Tony's childless marriage and they decided that he was better off without his unfaithful wife.
Eventually, Tony went to one of the two spare bedrooms having decided that he would go back to his house the next morning, when Denise would be at work, and collect some of his clothes and possessions. Neither mother nor son knew how long the arrangement of Tony living with Claire would be for, but it seemed the best solution for the moment. Claire dropped Tony near his own house the next morning and he loaded clothing and various other items in his car as both he and Denise had a car.
Claire Edwinstowe was a very attractive woman with a very shapely body and she had had a few lovers since her divorce but none of them was long term and she had nobody at the moment. Tony and Denise's sex life had been close to non-existent for a number of weeks although it now became clear that Denise had not been going short.
Over the next two or three days, Tony started to settle in with his mother and Claire was pleased to have the company. Tony had a number of telephone conversations with Denise and sometimes they got a bit fraught. It became clearer and clearer that Tony would not be moving back to his own house anytime soon. Tony and Claire watched television together in the evenings and both were enjoying the other's company.
It had not crossed Tony's mind that his mother might have a love life his moving in might have hampered, but on his fifth evening at Claire's house he asked, "Mum, is my being here upsetting your life?"
"No, of course not, but in what way are you meaning?" Replied Claire.
"Well, um... you know, um... are you seeing anybody?" Asked an embarrassed Tony.
"Ha, are you asking your old mum if she has got a lover?" Giggled Claire.
"Well no, but you are a very attractive woman."
"Why, thank you, young man. If only you were not my son," laughed Claire.
"I mean it, you are attractive," insisted Tony.
"I mean it too, if only you were not my son," said a slightly more serious Claire.
The conversation ended there, but that night in their respective beds Tony was thinking that his mother really was a good looking woman and Claire was thinking that her handsome son would make a great partner for somebody.
The next morning at breakfast Claire said, "Why don't you and I go out for a meal tonight? It would do us both good."
"Yes sure, but I will pay," replied Tony.
"Ok, but I will pay for the taxi both ways," insisted Claire.
"Taxi? We have got two cars out there," said her son.
"Yes, but I am going to put a bottle of wine on your bill," laughed Claire.
Tony agreed and they decided on which restaurant to go to and the meal and taxi were booked. The meal and wine were good even if a bit expensive, but that was not a problem as Tony was reasonably affluent. During the meal, they both relaxed and laughed a lot and their eyes often met and sometimes their legs touched. The bottle of wine was consumed and some thought was given to ordering a second one but Claire pointed out that she had wine at home.
In the taxi home, they both sat in the back and they giggled and touched hands and Claire was amused by seeing the taxi driver's eyes on them in his rearview mirror. On arrival at the house, Claire paid the taxi driver which probably confirmed his suspicions.
Once indoors Claire laughed, "I am sure that taxi driver thinks that I have picked up a toyboy."
"Maybe you have," replied Tony, but then they both laughed slightly nervously.
They made themselves comfortable by removing their shoes and loosening some clothing and Claire produced the promised wine. They both sat on the settee but not too close together and chatted and giggled as the wine bottle got emptied. Neither of them was sober but neither of them was drunk. They were both very much aware of the sexual attraction and sexual tension but neither wanted to be the first to talk about it or act on it. As neither of them had said anything, they parted at the top of the stairs and Tony went to the bathroom and Claire to her en suite.
They were each in their own rooms but Tony was naked and thinking about the attractive middle-aged woman in the room two doors away and Claire was wearing a shorty nightie with nothing underneath as she thought of the handsome man just a few yards away.
Neither could settle and whilst Claire knew that she should not be having the thoughts that she was having, she could not stop having them and she could feel her sexual arousal mounting. Tony, in fact, was doing more than just thinking and his hand was now slowly sliding up and down his large erect penis. Despite all her misgivings, Claire decided that she had to do or say something so she got off her bed and headed for Tony's room.
Tony's hand was now moving faster on his cock and when his bedroom door opened his natural reaction should have been to cover up in embarrassment but he did just about the opposite and took his right hand away from his prick and just left his appendage twitching proudly as he looked at his mother. Claire should have screamed or said sorry for barging in or blushed but she did none of those and with her eyes fixed on her son's penis she moved towards his bed. As she approached, Tony could see that she was in all probability naked under her short nightwear. No words were spoken as Claire leaned forwards slightly to take Tony's rock hard cock in her right hand and Tony put his left hand under Claire's nightdress and onto her bare arse.
As her hand slowly wanked his cock Claire spoke the first words that had been uttered since they parted at the top of the stairs, "Nice cock you have there, Tony."
As Tony's left hand massaged Claire's buttocks he replied, "Nice arse you have there, Claire."
Claire leaned further forward and gave Tony's rod a couple of sucks as his hand remained on her arse but she straightened up and said, "My bed, I think."
She turned and slid the nightdress straps off her shoulders enabling it to drop to the floor and she deliberately swayed her big naked bottom as Tony, with his erection leading, followed her out of his bedroom door.
