A Mother's Tale....
She raised her son alone; his dad wanted no part of it. She struggled at first but would not change the life she chose for anything. He was her baby and she was proud of what she could give him and admired what a young man he was becoming.
Over the years she never brought a man home, never in front of her son. She did have her one night stands or weekend getaways with men but she would never bring one home. If she did she wanted to discuss it with him.
Her son Charlie was turning 18 and she promised him and his best friend a vacation. They were discussing where to go and to make plans. They decided on a resort down in Florida, the activities were good and then they could spend a day at Universal. She went ahead and booked 2 rooms, one for her and the other for the boys. The rules were simple, she would either shop or stay by the pool or get some spa treatments, and the boys could do whatever they wanted. They had to meet for breakfast and dinner was all she requested. She was dying for a mud bath and an oil massage, and the thought of oil in all her crevices. But what was turning her on was Charlie's friend Curtis; she was imaging him giving her that massage. She had Charlie when she was 17, at times she felt old but she was aging gracefully and Curtis would remind her at times she looked amazing. The boys could do whatever they wanted. And she meant whatever, even sex. She trusted her son and his judgement.
The first night they all had dinner at the Olive Garden, the boys made plans to go and hit the strip. She told them to have fun and would see them for breakfast. So Mrs. B decided to go for a swim and then turn in, the drive was only 5 hours, but she wanted to loosen up, maybe she might even watch some porn.
Just as Mrs. B decided to climb into bed, she heard her cell jingle. It was a text from her son; they were still out and would be back by 1am. She texted back to have fun! He replied that they hooked up with some girls. Be safe! Was the text she sent him.
To be young again, she thought! She climbed again back into bed and turned on the TV, she needed porn. She found her station and was listening to the pathetic dialogue and decided to mute it. Much better, she laid back and took her robe off, she was naked underneath. She stacked her pillows and started to relax and watch. Where do they find these guys? How do you apply for a position like that? His cock was better looking than his face, it was real nice. She started to play with her nipples and her hand trailed down to the top of her pussy. She began to rub it with two fingers; then took her whole hand and slid it down her pussy lips back and forth. She was watching the TV so intently she didn't hear the soft knock on the door. She had to stop what she was doing and strain herself to hear something, yup a knock. Who could it be? Maybe someone has the wrong door, they were persistent. She got up and put her robe on and went to turn on the light, and asked who was there. She was shocked to see that it was Curtis. Her son was not with him, she assumed that something was wrong.