My name is Kay. I am a single divorced mother, 44 years old, who lives with her son in a two-bedroom garden apartment a small city in Pennsylvania. My husband flew the coop about three years ago. I work at a Real Estate Office, so I am making decent money with the real estate booming in the last few years. I am petite, about five ft. two, with short blond hair. I think I have a decent 120 lb body with pert breasts. I jog and work out to keep in shape. I have an occasional date, but many of the men I meet are married and want to have an affair or the single ones are scared off by the responsibility of raising an eighteen year old boy. So my social life is nil. The story of my debauchery begins a few months ago when I was experiencing an unusual parental problem.
My son Bob was coming home after school, slamming the door and staying in his room. I tried to talk with him, but he just muttered. Even his appetite was poor. Usually, he was more cooperative and outgoing; so I am worried. Finally, I called Beth, who has a son, Charlie, in Bob's senior class. Beth lived in a rental house, about a mile from my apartment, and has been a good friend since my divorce. A few years earlier, she had to kick out her husband for cheating on her. Beth tells me not to worry; she will get the scoop from Charlie.
The next day, she called. "The boys in school are teasing Bob because his penis is small, as they discovered in the restroom." I am flabbergasted at this news. I really don't know what do. This is the one time when having a male around would help. Beth listened quietly for a few minutes and said that she may be able to help. She will get back to me.
A couple of hours later, she called and asked me to come on over to talk in private. After a five-minute walk, I rang her doorbell. Beth invited me in and we sat down for some coffee. She asked me if I would swear what she is going to tell me remains between us. I agreed.
In breathless tones, Beth told me "that a few years ago, two divorced women with teen-aged boys were concerned that their sons were going to get into trouble. They were dating girls who were sexually active. And they were worried that like so many boys, sex would lead to pregnancy, early marriage and ruined lives. They wanted their sons to have a chance at college or technical schools, to make a better life. So they had a creative idea. There would form a secret club with several other divorced women with similar problems and together, they would provide a sexual outlet to their respective sons. And the beauty was that many of the mothers would have some well-deserved affection from sources not usually available to them and reduce pressures on them to marry another jerk."
"The Club developed a set of rules: Minimum age for the boy is eighteen. Only mothers with boys would be eligible. And the eligibility would cease when the boy left home. One of the moms would maintain the only membership list to preserve privacy. To further preserve privacy, moms and sons would wear masks when they had sexual liaisons. Sex would be restricted to a controlled environment in a member's house on pre-selected evenings. No moms could have sex with their own sons. And no S & M was allowed. Moms and sons would have to be tested for STD. Moms would have to sign a paper that they were knowingly enrolled their sons. Moms also would have to make a commitment to keep physically fit. And the boys would have to commit to passing grades and good behavior in school, or they would be dismissed from the club. And most important, no one could tell anybody about the club without the approval of the two Club Founders, who had to approve new members. If someone broke the rules, they would immediately be expelled."
Beth took a deep breath and continued. "One of the founding mothers had a big house on a quiet rural road, left to her by her rich ex-husband. It had five bedrooms. It served as the house in which the liaisons occurred. Every Friday and Saturday nights, members would gather based on a pre-determined schedule. There were two groups of moms and sons, team A and team B. Moms were not on the same team as their sons. If a mom had her period or was sick, she would have to provide advance notice. Another mom would have to substitute on the team. As time went on, mothers, whose sons had graduated from the club, served as volunteer substitutes. The club started with four members and eventually grew to eight and stayed at that level. One Mom had just graduated so there was a vacancy."
Beth's voice took on a conspiratorial tone. She had gotten approval from one of the Founders to ask me to join and enroll Bob. I am completely stunned by the story. But I couldn't help but be intrigued.
"I assume you and Charlie are members."
"Yes, we are, and it is the best thing I have ever done for my son. Charlie has matured by the experience and knows that he has to tow the line in school and with teenaged pussy or he is out. And frankly, I have had a terrific time. My sex life is the best that I have ever had, and when I do go on a date, I am in control for the first time in my life. If I do have sex outside the club, I make sure it is safe sex, because I could hardly stand the thought of Charlie being expelled.
"How do you keep it secret from Charlie?"
"I drop him off in front of the house and then leave. We organize it so most of the time; each of us participates on separate nights. But on rare occasions I might have to participate on the same night as Charlie. I park down the block and go in the back door and don my mask."
I wonder out loud. "How I would know if Bob is having a good experience?"
"One of the bedrooms has a video tape machine, which the boys do not know. Boys are rotated through that room and the tapes are provided to the mothers for their viewing. Then they are destroyed. This also keeps participating moms from going astray with weird sexual practices, as they don't know when the tape machine is on. There is one other thing that you should know; the members have accorded special privileges to the two Founder Moms. They get the first opportunity to initiate new members. And the two founders can remain active, even though their sons have become nineteen."
I thanked Beth for the information and told her I had a lot to think about.
That night I am laying in bed, mulling over Beth's invitation. At first, I was repulsed. But on reflection, it could be the answer to Bob's problems. And the club presented a lot of positives. The more I thought about it, the more it stroked my senses and I began to fantasize. I pictured images of young naked men and mature women caressing and massaging each other. My own love juices began to flow and I found my panties becoming wet. My body shuddered from the touch of my right index finger stroking my moist clitoris. I used two fingers from my left hand to frig vigorously inside my vagina as my body began to heave. Since my ex left, I haven't been shy about masturbating but the eroticism of the images of naked young men and older women in my mind heightened my sensations, reinforcing my vivid imagination.
I reached in the drawer and extracted my large dildo, with the bulbous penis head. I rubbed it along the edge of my labia to get moisture and soon I began pumping it in out of my grasping vaginal canal. Simultaneously, I squeezed my breasts together as my body began tensing. I knew I was going to climax and it was going to be huge. I tried slowing down to preserve the warm sensations; but I couldn't hold out for very long. My lungs were gasping for air. Involuntarily, I yelled as major league orgasms erupted. Love nectars flowed profusely from my vagina. Three huge spasms caused my body to lurch upward, off the bed. Then I sank backward, glowing in the afterglow of uninhibited pleasure.
