I had a party recently for a few of my girlfriends in the neighborhood. The five of us get together like this every so often and it had become my turn to host. All the usual suspects were there: Sally, Regina, Jeanne, Eve and of course me. These get-togethers weren't in any manner formal but we did discourage jeans and jogging clothes. I wore a nice outfit, crisp and starched. The other girls dressed pretty much along the same lines but Regina was a stand-out that night.
Normally very fashionably dressed, she wore a common looking skirt, low heals, a loose fitting top and very unusual for her...no jewelry or makeup whatever. She also wore no bra. That wasn't particularly noticeable but when she moved or shifted around, there was a great lot of bobbing and bouncing evident in her sweater.
My son Dean came home from college that night during the party for a weekend visit. The girls had all known him for years and vice versa. Everybody was glad to see him, me especially and he kindly joined us for drinks. I was the only single mom in the group and it was enormous for me to have him there. The more cocktails we had, the funnier everything got and soon we were all laughing and telling stories about the old days when our kids were 'kids'. It was a great night and great fun.
By 11:30 they'd all left but Regina. She and I were the scotch drinkers of the group and we'd each had one or two beyond our usual limit but soon she too began to talk about heading for home. Hearing that, Dean got up, bid good night to both of us and asked that he be excused to go upstairs, turn in and maybe play a couple of video games. I said, "Sure honey, welcome home and get some sleep."
He was sending me code with that remark and I recognized it immediately. I knew he had no video games here and when he got my "sure honey" answer, he knew it was 'game on' and he beamed. Regina couldn't have recognized that for what it really was but she was soon to have quite a surprise. Dean and I had played this game twice before.
I loved him and I knew he was wild for this, turned on and hot for it beyond measure so of course I was excited to oblige him. Truth be told, I kind of got off on it myself. I knew he needed about a 10 minute head start upstairs to get ready so I had to stall Regina a little. When I guessed it was about time I said, "Regina honey, before you go I'd like you to have something. Come on upstairs with me. There's a shawl I'd simply love for you to have as a gift from me, just one friend to another. Will you at least take a look?"
"Well OK I guess, sure", she said and off we went, Regina following me up the stairs.
About half way up she said, "Di, can I ask you something?"
I turned around and saw that she'd stopped about four steps behind me, looking squarely up and into my eyes...really looking at me hard and maybe a little winsomely. She had something on her mind I could tell. I knew she wasn't drunk but couldn't pick up on whatever it was. I said, "Of course honey, you can ask me anything. What is it?"
"Do you think I looked ok tonight?" she asked, and I thought I detected a small catch in her voice when she spoke.
"God Regina, you're the best looking one in the whole group and always were", I said, smiling and trying to put a light-handed tilt on my answer.
"Well thanks that but that's not what I was trying to ask. What I mean is do you think I look good?"
She was measuring me with her eyes as surely as a seamstress measures before she cuts. She was noticeably serious and I didn't know where she was going with this. I didn't think, I just threw caution to the wind and answered her straight out. "I don't know if you really want my frank and honest answer but guessing you do, here it is. To me you are gorgeous and beyond hot and if I were your husband I'd never let you out of the bedroom".
There had been no reserve in that answer. I knew my voice had conveyed feeling and I flushed red with such a suddenness and intensity that I was made to think of the blinking red lights at a rail road crossing. I'd put myself nearly out of breath and what's more, I felt oddly cornered. We just looked at each other for the longest moment. I was the first to speak.
"Why do you ask me that Regina?"
"No special reason. I guess I just care what you think of me. C'mon let's get on upstairs and have a look at that shawl". And with that she moved up to the step below me, gave me a quick pat on the rump and waited for me to lead on. So I did.
We ascended the rest of the stairs and she followed me down the hall to the closet which is immediately adjacent to Dean's room. It is so close that as I passed his room and stopped at the closet, Regina was compelled to stop behind me and virtually right in front of his door.
We were chattering away as I was pretending to root through the closet for the shawl. She was listening to me and watching my search progress but inevitably I knew her eyes would wander to Dean's partly open door.
It was my job to have gotten her to this spot in the hall. His part was to have his pants off, to be positioned in his bathroom such that she had plain sight of him but so that it wasn't obviously intentional, be pleasuring himself and waiting for my signal. This, I think, is his greatest passion. I'm not sure if I told you, but I love to get fucked in the ass by Dean more than anything and this exhibitionism is it for him. He loves it.
I was talking loud enough for him to hear us so he could start getting cranked up. When I knew she was really looking intently at him, watching him stroke his pole, I gave the signal, "Oh, here it is".
He knew that meant her stare was locked in. It was "go" time.
He turned in profile to her, arched his back, threw back his head, thrust out his great throbbing cock and with a final few strokes, exploded like a cannon, launching thick white wads of his sweet cum high into the air, landing on the tiled walls and floor.
Regina gasped as of course I knew she would, as they all did, and I said, "Regina honey, what's the matter? Are you alright?"
