Sally lathered herself, paying extra attention to her armpits. She felt for stubble and smiled as she found she was still smooth under her arms. She squatted down and clenched her pelvic muscles as she directed the spray of water onto her cuntal lip. Her son's cock cream dripped out of her and formed into thick, viscous lumps as it mixed with the water. Sally squeezed her muscles harder and rubbed her fingers along her slit, cleaning herself up. Satisfied that all the spunk was out of her, she soaped her arse and then gave her whole body a final rinsing off.
She towelled herself dry and wrapped the towel around her body, tucking and folding the ends together just above her bosom and into her cleavage. As she stepped out of the bathroom and into her room, she found Tommy already changed and sitting on her bed. She envied men -- they could dress up so quickly and look good in a matter of minutes. Sally noticed that Tommy had laid out her underwear for her. He had picked out a sheer, lacy, black panties and a matching bra.
"How did you manage to find these?" Sally laughed, as she picked up the sheer garments. "I haven't worn these in ages. Not since your father died anyway."
"You really miss him, don't you Mum." Tommy said softly.
"Yes, I do. He was a good man, your father." Sally looked at her son lovingly. "And you remind me so much of him."
Tommy stared and licked his lips slowly as he watched his mother step into the black lacy panties. Sally pulled the panties up her hips and adjusted the opening, framing her cunt with lace where the panties opened. Tommy loved how her cunt lips peeked out of the crotchless fabric. Sally then dropped the towel and slipped her into the bra, encasing her ample tits with the sheer, lacy material. The bra pushed her globes together nicely showing off the deep cleft of her cleavage.
"Is this all I'm expected to wear?" Sally teased as she noticed that Tommy hadn't picked out anything else.
"I leave that up to you Mom." Tommy smiled. "I just wanted to know what was inside so I can imagine peeling it off the whole night."
Sally picked out a simple charcoal grey dress that hugged her body, accentuating her voluptuous form. She looked in the mirror almost admiring herself before she sat down and began to apply some light makeup.
"You look beautiful Mom." Tommy smiled as they walked down the stairs, his hands on her butt.
"You're just saying that so you can fuck me again." Sally laughed as slipped on a pair of high heels before opening the door. "Now let's get going for dinner. I'm starving!"
*** ***** ***
Sally enjoyed her dinner of steak -- medium rare, just the way she liked it. She enjoyed teaching Tommy how to eat steak medium rare as well -- he had always had his well done. A bottle of wine had been polished off between the two of them and Sally's head was buzzing pleasantly.
She and Tommy walked out of the restaurant into the cool, crisp night for the short walk home. Tommy's arm was around his mother and they looked like two lovers enjoying the starry night.
"Can I ask you something Mum?" Tommy asked as his fingers stroked his mother's shoulder lightly.
"Mmm Hmmm, Sure honey."
"Have you had... I mean since Dad died, has anyone else ever... you know..." Tommy mumbled.
"If you mean has anyone else ever fucked me since your father died," Sally replied, "the answer is no. To be honest, I could have. God knows there were enough men interested."
"So... I'm the only one you've had since...since Dad." Tommy stated. "Was he... was he the only one?"
Sally laughed softly as she bent her neck and rested her face against Tommy's strong shoulders.
"No darling." She said as pulled him closer to her. "I wasn't a virgin when I married your Daddy. But I didn't really have a lot of experience either."
"How come you never led Daddy fuck you in the ass, but you let me?" Tommy asked.
"It's complicated darling. Sex with Daddy was really good but there were just some things I was afraid of doing with him."
"I don't understand Mom." Tommy pushed. "He was your husband. Why should you be afraid?"
"It's just that when you are married, you want to please your husband, you want your own satisfaction too, but at the same time you don't want him thinking you are such a slut." Sally tried to explain. " Don't try to understand darling. Sometimes I don't understand either."
"But how come you wouldn't let him fuck your ass? Didn't he want too?" Tommy persisted.
"Oh Tommy. If only you knew how many times he asked. Sometimes he would beg for my ass but I was afraid. I was scared it would hurt. I wandered what it would be like and sometimes I wanted it too, but I needed him to just do it. Needed him to just fuck my ass and take it from me. Like you did. But I just couldn't tell him that, you see. I couldn't tell him that."
"Was there anything else you couldn't tell Daddy, Mum?" Tommy had that evil glint in his eyes again.
"How ever did I raise such a clever and perceptive boy?" Sally said mockingly.
"Don't try to avoid the question Mom, tell me, what else was there that you couldn't tell Daddy." Tommy's hand was under her coat and his fingers had dipped into her dress to massage her breasts.
"I...I don't know if I should be telling you this..." Sally whispered as she felt her nipple harden.
"Tell me Mom. There's no need to hide anything from me."
"Well...it's kinda like... I had a lot of fantasies that I never told your father about."
