A mother finds out what her son gets up to in his free time and is not happy.
Hi. This is a self contained story I wrote over the bank holiday weekend. Enjoy.
As ever, all sex acts, be they described herein or otherwise alluded to, took place when the participants were over the age of eighteen.
As a caution to those who wish to know, there is some reference to anal sex and a small amount of anal play.
"Damn car won't start," said Dave, storming back in.
"Want me to drop you to work?" offered Sharon, his wife.
"That's no good, I've got several site visits later and no way to get there. You'll have to let me take your car then catch the bus to work."
"Two buses," corrected Sharon.
Dave snatched up Sharon's keys from the countertop. "Sorry, love, can't be helped. Just a pity Rob's already left for college, or I'd have dropped him off and kept his car. Call the garage for me, will you?"
Dave gave his wife a cursory peck on the cheek and was gone before Sharon could express her true outrage at being the one left without transport.
It was only after calling the garage that the idea of taking the day off hit her. A quick call to the office to explain her plight and Sharon found she had a whole day to herself for the first time in as long as she could remember.
Number one on her list of indulgences was a long soak in the bath, but that would have to wait until the garage collected Dave's car. In the meantime she took the opportunity to relax by giving herself a good fingering. Something she needed, given the lack of attention her neglected cunt got from her uninterested husband.
Seeing as she had on her work clothes, Sharon just slipped off her knickers, hoisted her skirt, laid back on the couch, and got busy.
First, she ran a hand across the thick thatch that had grown over her once well-tended lady garden. She paused when the tips of her fingers found her clit, then pushed them deep between her moistening pussy lips.
"Urgh, fuck, yes," she cried as the image of a thick cock took the place of her fingers.
Before she knew it, Sharon was pushing her ass from the couch to shove her fingers deeper and get off all the sooner.
Even so, she was out of practice and it took a good while before she came, bucking high to get the most out of her orgasm.
Sharon was still panting for breath when the doorbell rang. Before answering, she stripped off her work clothes and pulled on baggy sweats, as if in the middle of a workout.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," she apologised, wiping her sweat-covered brow as she opened the door to the handsome young man who had come to collect her husband's broken-down motor.
"Do you have the keys?" he asked, not giving Sharon a second look.
She watched the man, not much older than her son, winch the wayward car onto his low-loader before driving off without a backward glance.
Sharon, who considered herself not unattractive, was taken aback at how little regard the man from the garage had paid her.
She turned to look in the hall mirror to find she wasn't wrong. Even under the loose fitting workout gear you could see she had prominent breasts, shapely hips and a waist any woman who had given birth to a now grown up son would be proud of.
"He was probably gay," Sharon said to her reflection without regard as to whether that was true. "And young enough to be your son," her reflection replied.
That thought alone was enough to dispel the notion the young mechanic might have fallen under her spell and fucked her something silly.
"Bath-time," Sharon told the mirror. "And do something about that jungle down there," added her mirror image twin. "I mean, just imagine that lad's reaction to your wild shrubbery, had the fantasy come true."
Laughing, Sharon strode up the stairs to their en-suite and started to run a bath before stepping out of the sweats, leaving her in just a bra. That too got shucked, then, naked, she turned to look at herself in the full length mirror.
"Guess my body has changed," she observed, hefting her breasts back to where they'd been before falling pregnant with Rob. "Even so, when compared to friends your age, you've still got it," added her reflection.
Leaving the tub to fill, Sharon dug out some bath salts she'd been given for one of her birthdays and tracked down a new blade for her long ignored razor.
Once in the bath, she let herself soak until her skin had softened enough to take care of the excess hair. First her armpits, which weren't that bad, then her legs. It was only on reaching her bush did she realise she'd have to trim the worst off with scissors.
Not yet ready to end her bath, Sharon gave her pussy another good poke, this time paying more attention to her clit. It resulted in a deeper orgasm that reminded her of when her husband had fucked her on a regular basis. He'd often not last long enough for her to cum, then complain she was keeping him awake when she tried to finish the job.
Leaving the bath to drain, she'd clean it later, Sharon laid a towel over the bed and proceeded to trim her mound, stopping just short of taking it all off. She then spread her legs wide and shaved her pussy lips bald.
By the time she was done, her cunt was oozing vaginal excretions, which resulted in the third frig of the morning, her body glowing as she reached yet another climax.
With her long pent up need satisfied, at least for now, Sharon put on her sexiest lingerie before adding a garter belt and stockings. She then sat at her dressing table and spent the next hour plucking her eyebrows and applying makeup until she thought the overall package looked so good, even the gay mechanic would have been forced to take a second look.
"There you are," said her reflection as she admired the result.
The sound of a car hitting the driveway put paid to any more self-praise.
A quick look through the window revealed it to be her son's car. Sharon grabbed a wraparound dress from where it hung in the wardrobe, threw it on and tied it tight, all the while listening for the front door to open.
When it didn't, she looked back out of the window to see Rob walking down the path that went from their cul-de-sac to the next.
Confused, Sharon dashed downstairs, slipped on a pair of flats, and went out through the front door to follow him.
She all but ran down the path, halting just in time to see Rob cross over to where the path led to yet another cul-de-sac.
'Where is he going?' she thought, before realising one of her friends, Cora, lived just around the corner.
Keeping her distance, Sharon continued to follow. Even when she saw her son enter the back of her friend's house, she couldn't believe that was where he was going and had no clue as to why.
As soon as the back door closed, Sharon found her legs running her up between the houses to see if Cora's car was outside the front. It was.
While standing there, unsure of what to do next, Sharon caught sight of her friend in the upstairs window. She was wearing a red basque with her tits spilling over the top. As Cora reached up to close the curtains, Rob's head appeared over her shoulder and his hands took hold of her bounteous breasts.
The curtains slammed shut, ending not only the brief peep show but also any doubt as to why her son, Rob, had gone to her friend's house.
Stunned, Sharon retraced her steps back home to mull over not only this unexpected turn of events but what, if anything, she was going to do about it.
...
"Are you hard?" asked, Cora, turning in Rob's arms to put a hand on the front of his jeans.
For his part, Rob dropped his hands to Cora's ass, made bare by the satin thong she was wearing.
"God, I love your arse," he groaned, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh. He pulled his mother's friend against his swelling cock, which was still in the grasp of Cora's fingers.
