Several of my closest girlfriends had confessed to me over the years that they were having sex with their sons. I never judged them for that or thought less of them as friends. They told me that Roger and I were going to become lovers too when he got a little older, but I didn't believe them at the time. When it did happen, I decided to start this journal. My girlfriends thought that writing about the love affairs between mothers and sons was a great idea and asked me if I would include their stories as well
Roger and I had always been very close. We were best friends, confidants, sharing our most intimate feelings and thoughts. We went everywhere together. We did everything together except sleep together but that was about to change. I mean there really wasn't much to do in our little country town for a young widow and her teenage son. We held hands when we went out for walks, we hugged and kissed often, but I never recognized the sexual tension that was building up between us until it exploded over the Fourth of July weekend in 2005.
Roger turned 16 on July 2nd and I decided to surprise him with a date night on the town. I had worked hard to keep my girly figure and face and at forty I could pass easily for a girl in her twenties. Roger was big for his age with a rugged complexion and passed for a guy in his late teens or early twenties. I had stopped wearing my wedding band after my husband's death during Desert Storm; all I wore was my diamond engagement ring, so people often took Roger and me to be a couple. We hadn't had a date night in several weeks so I spent the day before shopping for just the right outfit to wear. I found it at a very exclusive boutique. A whites, Lycra, halter-top mini dress with rhinestone accent, a matching g-string, and black, sheer thigh-highs with ruffles and bows. I hoped that Roger would like the outfit but I could never have guessed how much he would like it.
I had made elaborate plans. First an early evening movie, then dinner and dancing. After a long leisurely bubble bath, I powdered and perfumed my body before slipping into my sexy new outfit. Roger glanced up as I started down the stairs, his dropping open as he took in my scantily clad body.
"Wow! Mom, you're one very hot looking lady."
"Well, then, let's make this a real date night. Drop the mom and call me Rita. Now we better get a move on or we'll be late for the movie and you know how much I hate walking in after a movie's already started."
As we sped along the back country roads in my little sports car, the air worked my dress higher up on my thighs until it settled around my hips, my white lace g-string in plain sight.
"You like my new outfit, Roger?"
Roger was sitting sideways in his seat, his eyes traveling slowly over my body.
"Like it, Mo…Rita? It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen you wear. You've got one fucking hot body."
"Yeah! Yeah! So fucking hot that I can't get laid. Hell, Roger, if it wasn't for finger fucking myself I wouldn't have any sex life at all anymore. I can't remember how long it's been since a man made me cum. To make things even worse, playing with myself doesn't really satisfy me any longer. All it does for me is make hornier moments after I have an orgasm."
"Yeah, masturbation sucks. It's not so bad for me now though because I've started jerking off in one of your soiled panties while I lick the crotch of another pair."
"Oh, Lord, Roger, what a fucking turn on. Why didn't you share this with me before?"
Like I said earlier, Roger and I could share our most intimate thoughts and feelings
Roger didn't have time to answer because we had arrived at the Movie Theater. We arrived just before the movie was to start and took our usual seats in the balcony. Usually we had the balcony to ourselves but that afternoon it was almost full of young couples. It was understood that the balcony was for lovers so the older, more reserved moviegoers avoided it. Couples sat in the balcony to make out, to indulge in some heavy petting, not to watch the movie. They were young couples that had no where else to go to have a little freedom. The movie came on, an old Julie Robert's movie, "Pretty Woman."
They had lovers in mind when they designed the balcony seating because the seats actually reclined and the armrest folded up so couples could cuddle without having an armrest between them. I was still thinking about what Roger had told me in the car when he slipped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me over against him. My head fell naturally on his shoulder as I reveled in how good it felt to be held again.
"Honey…do you like her legs? Do you thinks Julie Roberts is pretty? Sexy?"
"Yeah, Rita, she pretty enough but she isn't the one turning me on. You're turning me on."
Things were starting to really heat up around us. We always sat near the top of the balcony so we could be voyeurs watch the other couples make out. We never seen anyone actually fuck up there but almost everyone ended up getting their dates off. Almost everyone, I always left with a sopping wet pussy. Mutual masturbation was a common sight. Everyone did it, everyone except us. All we ever did was cuddle and watch. We kissed a little but never went beyond kissing. Watching them got me so fucking hot that I had all I could do to keep from fingering myself as I watched. I always had to spend the intermissions in the bathroom playing with myself. Roger spent time in the men's room as well. I really hate playing with myself. I never realized that until Rogers's confession in the car. I never realized that I wanted Roger to masturbate me right there in the balcony.
We sat there watching the young couple directly below us for a while. The guy had his tongue buried in the girl's mouth for the last fifteen minute. We could hear her moaning softly all the way up to where we sat. The boy had her blouse completely unbuttoned and her unfettered titties glowed with reflected light from the screen. She in turn had unfastened his jeans and was stroking his growing erection. Roger's hand had slipped over my shoulder and was caressing my nipple to life through the fabric of my dress. My own Hand had fallen to his lap to stroke his growing erection.
Roger pushed our seat all the back and rolled toward me, closing his mouth over mine. My mouth opened or him and he plunged his tongue inside. Everywhere his tongue touched set off tiny explosions of need. Lights bloomed on my tightly closed eyelid like powerful aerial bursts. As we continued to kiss, I felt his hand push the Lycra fabric aside revealing my nipples. His touch so gentle. My nipple grew rigid under his touch. Finally he broke our kiss and kissed his way slowly down my neck and upper chest to take my nipples in his mouth, first one then the other. The touch of his tongue on my nipple made them grow into huge thimbles of tit flesh. As his hand slipped down to caress my super sensitive inner thighs, I unzipped his jeans, releasing his cock. Fully erect it stood straight and proud, wrapping my hands around his throbbing shaft I stroked it slowly.
"Roger…so fucking gooood. I've needed this for so fucking long. Ohhhh…pleaase, finger me now…I neeed toooo…cummm sooo fucking baddd."
Roger found the side ties on my g-string and pulled it off me. As his finger slipped up between my slit to find my clit, I started pumping faster and faster on his rampant member. I was so fucking near to climaxing and I wanted him to cum with me.
"Oooohhhh honeyyy….almost theeerrrrreee."
Then I started cumming like I hadn't cum in years,
Roger's cock erupted like Mount Vesuvius. His cum shooting out over the seats in front of to cascade down on the young couple below us.
"Oh, honey, that was so good. I've needed that for so long. I just…."
"You just what, Rita?"
"I'm just afraid that you are going to regret this someday."
"Oh, sweet Jesus, Rita…I've wanted this ever since we started coming here and watching all the other couples getting each other off."
"So have I, honey. I just never realized it until you told me about my panties. What are you…ooohhh…mmmmyyyyy….Gooddd….."
Roger slid down to the floor. Kneeling between my thighs, he started licking my sopping wet slit. Grabbing his head, I pressed his mouth tighter against me as his tongue found my throbbing little clit. I had never experienced anything like this, I had just had one of the most violently satisfying orgasms since my husband died but I was going to cum again. just the touch of his tongue on my still aroused clit was pushing me over the edge. My body took on a life of its own as my hips started thrusting up against his mouth.
Then it was my turn. I took Roger's cock know between my lips and drank down every drop of his cum.
By then, the movie had ended and it was time for us to leave. My g-string was nowhere to be found but that didn't matter because I had the feeling that it would be coming off again real soon anyway.
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