Before I get into our further sexual adventures at the lake, I ask readers to indulge me as I reflect on some things.
Ever since I started masturbating quite young - and before I knew what it was actually - I have always been very interested in sex, physically (as most of us normally are as healthy humans) but also mentally and emotionally. I have no real way to gauge the degree of that interest because unlike what we see on this website, most people are not that explicit with others about their sex lives. The readers of Literotica are a rarefied set, not a good sample of the general, walking-around interest in sex that most people have, for obvious reasons; i.e., we would be selecting from a group that must be very interested or they wouldn't be here. If one observes much popular media, one would think that friends and couples spend hours a day talking explicitly about their sex habits and interests. Well, not among my set. When we do happen to stumble into the topic somehow, it is all very indirect and general and it is hard to determine when someone is joking or serious. So I have no real insights into whether or not I am more sexually interested than other females my age, social position, health etc. I just know it is a very important part of my life.
But - and here's the point of all this finally - my interests consist of two parts. One is innate; it is just who I am. Periodically, maybe once a week or so, I NEED to have an orgasm, no matter what sexual environment I am in. For the last few years for example, when I have had okay but fairly infrequent sex with my husband, over the next few days the need increases below the surface and then I will notice that everything that happens causes me to think about sex; I then realize I need relief. As I said, this biological need caused me once to seriously consider having an affair. I didn't, more because of circumstances than anything else. But, for the most part, large chunks of time can go by when I think about sex infrequently or in some low-key way.
But the other, perhaps larger, part is sexual need is situational and environmental. It takes some kind of stimulation or reciprocity to catalyze a quiet, biological need into something much larger. I believe this is the case with almost all of us, certainly females, but not just females, I suspect. I consider myself submissive (now that I've figured out what that means!) so perhaps I am more prone to this phenomenon, but we all need some sparks in our lives, not just in sex but in many parts of life - interests, hobbies, job, education. Even for those considered "self-starters," we can all benefit from added stimulation. As for sex, for many of us - including me - it may include fantasizing about sex, reading an erotic story, seeing a good-looking guy, daydreaming etc. But, I think we will all admit that live person-to-person stimulation is best when it is available.
Whenever I have a sexual catalyst come into my life, like my son, then my sexual interest and energy gets a huge boost. Having Josh around, when we are active sexually, makes me quiver and feel so sexually alive and keyed-up that it pervades all my thoughts. I've read that having good sex not only satisfies at the time but it also stokes the desire to have more good sex. That is certainly the case with me. I get rapacious.
But, even in that state, by and large, I can continue to function like it isn't there. I can run errands, have conversations, do my job, read a challenging book etc. and on one level I can concentrate but another, deeper level, I am also thinking about sex. And if I check myself, in those situations, I find my panties plastered to my pussy from my leakage. In short, I can compartmentalize but it is always there.
So, after the sex we had that I described in the last chapter of this story, we both had things to do for the rest of that day and we got on with them. We also mutually decided that we would not sleep together that night so that tomorrow we would be fresher and well, hornier for each other. I was relieved because, at some point, at my age while I have the desire, I probably couldn't function with wall-to-wall sex over an extended period of time. I am multi-orgasmic but I'm not endlessly-orgasmic. And Josh, while being a very healthy and very hormonally-driven young man, also has his limitations - I think. So the interlude was good for both of us. But, believe me, while I could function, the experiences of the day and the expectations of tomorrow were never far from my mind. When I took a shower that night, I soaped up as usual but I was reminded of Josh soaping me up earlier in the day and I was almost weak-knead with desire, and when I got out of the shower, I put my foot on the counter to dry off between my legs and my pussy was completely wet, not from the shower but from the copious juice I was excreting.
I was finally able to get to sleep that night. I was up early the next morning and was sitting, still in my robe, having a second cup of coffee when Josh walked in the kitchen. He is always ravenously hungry so he got a bowl the size of half a basketball and filled it with cereal then added a pint or two of milk and wolfed it down. We didn't talk about the day or yesterday's sex at all; just small talk about his impending move. I was so apprehensive and skittish about all this that I wondered if he had changed him mind about our trip to the lake.
I was cleaning up the dishes when I found out differently. He walked up behind me, wrapped him arms around me from behind, reached inside my robe and grabbed both my breasts. "Ah, your nipples are so good Rita. I'm gonna suck them later. I have some big plans for you today. It's morning and you were wet yesterday so you know you're my slut for today remember?"
Any concern I may have had was gone. "I always pay my bets Josh. So today, I am your slut to do anything you want to with. I love your hands on my breasts." I could also feel his hard groin pressed against my butt. Now I was doubly glad we waited because it was evident that we were both very stimulated again.
"Let's so upstairs. I want to dress you before we go."
"Dress me? I can dress myself young man," I responded laughingly. "I think you have other things in mind."
He swatted me on the ass - hard! "Remember Rita, you're mine for the day. I can do whatever I want and I am going to dress you."
So we went upstairs. Of course, he knew where nothing was so I had to show him where I kept each piece of my wardrobe. He had me sit on the bed to wait for him. I had to admit this was very exciting. One of the things I had actually taught Josh about sex was the excitement of anticipation. I think he would have developed that anyway over time but like most young men, he sometimes wanted very quick gratification. But he finally learned to enjoy being sexually excited, to let it build up.
He came back in the room and showed me the panties he wanted me to wear. I was surprised to put it mildly. They were plain cotton ones! I can't stay that I have tons of sexy panties but I do have several thongs, brief bikinis, and a couple that are sheer, and one my husband bought me a long time ago that is crotchless! But I didn't comment. Maybe it had something to do with me being his mother or something.
I reached for them to put them on but he had other plans. He leaned down to hold him and I stepped into them. Then he kissed me deeply, open-mouthed, tongue probing as he pulled them up my legs and over my hips. He kneaded my buttocks and pressed me to him and continued to kiss me. He straightened the panties around my legs in back and also then positioned them in front, over my pussy.
Then he sat me down on the bed and pulled a pillow over and told me to lie back. My legs were dangling off the bed so he moved me back on the bed so I could put my feet on the edge and he opened my legs. Just like yesterday, after he'd fucked the hell out of me, he stood to look at me; the only item of clothes I had on were my panties. This one act was so amazingly exciting to me...him watching me like an owner proud of his property.
