It all started at our neighbor Joanne's dinner party. She invited all the people on our street. She was divorced with an 18 year old son, Jake, and obviously her previous husband had money. Her home was immaculate and she and Jake drove expensive new cars.
My husband Jorge had drunk too much as usual, sinking down cocktails before we even left the house. The wine was flowing at Joanne's and Jorge downed glass after glass. I had on a short dress and thigh highs, hoping he'd want me later, but I could tell he'd pass out before we had a chance. This was becoming more and more common in our marriage. I was unable to give Jorge children and he always wanted a son and heir. My infertility is part of the reason he lost interest in me, but I think he also has a mistress somewhere. We fostered and then adopted our son Craig, but he has always been closer to me than to his father.
As we sat down to eat, I was seated beside Leo, the son of my other neighbor, a petite single mother named Emily with great curves and beautiful auburn hair. She was another well-provided-for divorcee. They seemed to be multiplying on our street. Emily sat across from me and we got into a conversation about the courses she was taking for her Psychology Ph.D. I started to notice she was flashing glances at her son as we talked. At one point, I dropped my napkin. As I bent down to retrieve it, I saw Emily's shapely, stockinged leg stretched across beneath the table. Her dainty foot was nestled between her son Leo's thighs. She was rubbing him with her toes! As I spread the napkin on my lap, she looked across the table and smiled conspiratorially, like we were sharing a secret. I couldn't believe she was acting this way with her son. She wasn't even drunk!
I glanced down at Leo's lap. His pants were bulging -- he was obviously enjoying his mom's attention. As I turned, Leo caught my eye and had the nerve to wink at me. Then he touched my leg. The little bastard had his hand on my thigh! I was so shocked that I froze for a few moments. His hand crept upwards and moved confidently over my stocking tops. He stroked my bare upper thigh for a few moments. Then I felt his fingers petting me through my panties. Before I could move to stop him, he was inside my panties, pushing his finger between my lips.
I snapped of my frozen state and pushed his hand away. Leo brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them casually, as though checking if he had garlic on his hands, all the time looking me over like I was his dessert. I stood up and pulled down my dress. The party was winding down and I wanted to get out of there asap. I grabbed Jorge, who was deep in a drunken conversation with a plastic surgeon.
"We're leaving NOW!" I whispered. He started to complain and I gripped his arm. "NOW!" I hissed.
As we said our goodbyes to Joanne, Emily came up close behind me.
"Can we talk?" she whispered, putting her small hand on my back. "Not now, but tomorrow can we have lunch? I'll call you."
"Ok, great!" I smiled, not knowing what else to say, without appearing weird or drawing attention. I dragged Jorge out the door and he walked unsteadily back home. Of course, he wanted a nightcap, but I steered him away from the liquor cabinet and pushed him upstairs. He undressed clumsily, talking non stop about the party and then lay down across the comforter in his underwear, mumbling about golf. Two minutes later he was snoring.
I went to our walk-in closet, closed the door and began to undress. I removed and hung up my dress as I studied myself in the big mirror. I was wearing a matching grey bullet bra and 50's style sheer panties. My big breasts stood out nicely in the pointy cups. My body looked pretty good in my sexy undies, stockings and heels. I ran my hands over my slim hips and remembered the scene with Leo and his mother. Emily was obviously turning him on with her pretty little feet. That might explain how he found the nerve to feel up a married woman twice his age!
What was going on with them? Were they resally an item? It sure seemed like it, the way she was acting. Why didn't I stop Leo faster? Of course he was a good-looking young man, but I just sat there and let him put his hand inside my panties! He had almost been fingering me while I sat there, doing nothing. Then he had the nerve to smell my scent on his fingers. Julie had to have seen that too! The worst thing was, I knew I didn't stop him sooner because I was enjoying it!
I hadn't had a strange man, much less a teenage boy, put his hand up my dress in years. As soon as he touched me, my body responded with a gush of excitement. I was still soaking wet down there. I felt like a woman having a secret affair. and for a moment, I didn't want it to stop. Under different circumstances, I would have let him finger me until I came. That's how desperate you are, I told my reflection, you're starved for attention.
And Emily wanted to have lunch tomorrow! What did she want? She knew I'd noticed what she and Leo were doing. She also must have seen her son make his move on me. What did she want to say? Beg me to keep it all a secret?
I was still turning from side to side in the mirror. Would Leo like me in this underwear? Was I a potential Mrs. Robinson? Was I really fantasizing about Emily's son? I pictured Leo and his mother. Did she spread her shapely thighs for him? Was her cute curvaceous body writhing under him right now? My God! Why did thoughts of a mother fucking her son excite me? I must be truly desperate!
I unhooked my pointy bra and let it slide off my breasts. For a thirty-seven year-old, my breasts were nicely preserved with zero stretch marks. I had never had a baby to suck and stretch them. My nipples were hard and my upper chest was flushed. I was really turned on! I caressed my sensitive nipples. Why wasn't Jorge doing this to me? Why didn't he have his hand in my panties? I slid them down my thighs and touched my big clit. I was still swollen from Leo's advances. What if I'd let him finger me? I almost did! Did he think I was an easy target? A frustrated housewife? A married slut?
Just then, a loud noise broke my reverie. Someone was banging on the front door. It sounded urgent. I pulled up my panties, threw a robe on and rushed downstairs. I opened the door, and my son Craig fell against me, almost knocking me over.
"Craig!" I said, "What happened? Where's your key?"
He smelled of beer and he was obviously very upset.
"Sorry mom," he said, "I lost my keys and my wallet. I had a terrible night."
"What happened darling? I thought you and Fran were going to a party."
"Oh we did. We sure did. And she left the party with a big fucking jock from school! She literally walked out the door hand in hand with another guy. She dumped me like a jerk, the bitch!'
"Oh my God! I can't believe Fran did that!"
I was horrified. They had been going out for two months and they seemed happy enough. What the hell was happening? Craig leaned against me and started to sob.
I pulled him close and stroked his hair, feeling his warm tears on my neck.
"There now baby. She's not worth it! She doesn't deserve you." I whispered.
"Oh mom, it's so embarrassing! Everyone was there! They all saw what happened! She made me look like a total loser, and we were supposed to be..." he broke off and sobbed again.
"Supposed to be what?"
"Oh fuck! What's it matter now! We were supposed to sleep together all night for the first time"
"Oh sweetheart! How terrible! How could she! Was she drunk?"
