Just a little make-believe-fantasy I hope you enjoy!
Helen usually enjoys going out for a 'girls' night with her friends, but tonight was all about boyfriends and husbands.
It all started when Stacy dropped the bomb that she was having an affair with a younger man, and was worried what might happen if her husband found out.
Carla was glad she isn't married, and is able to have sex with anyone she wants, where ever and whenever she wants. She excitedly goes into details of her latest conquest, a rich man with an extremely nice cock.
Millie and her husband have started exploring light bondage. She explains how he loves to tie her up on the bed, and tease her before fucking her. She admits loving what they do, but wishes he was more imaginative.
When they press Helen about what's going on with her, she admits to seeing a younger man, without mentioning it's her son. Her friends hang on every word when she explains how he likes to record their having sex. Her friends hang on every word as she describes how he poses her, how he slides his hands over her body, sometimes squeezing her tits, and how he enjoys hearing her gag when his cock presses into her throat.
After Helen finishes her stories, her friends sit back in their seats.
Millie stares at Helen. "Have you fucked him?"
Helen takes a sip of her wine. "We haven't gotten that far yet."
Carla giggles. "You can always send him over to my place, to make sure he's a good fuck."
Helen shakes her head. "I don't think so."
After a few more drinks, they decide it's getting late, and say goodbye.
When Helen gets home David is in his robe, getting a water from the refrigerator. "I thought you'd be asleep by now."
He closes the refrigerator door. "Derek called and we talked for a while, then I got caught up I a movie on TV." He leans against the counter. "Have a good time?"
Helen takes off her heels. "Yeah, it was good to go out and relax."
He stands and goes up the stairs. "I'll see you in the morning."
She watches her son go up the stairs, then goes to her bedroom.
She undresses and falls backwards on the bed.
Laying on the bed nude, she stares at the ceiling, her fingers sliding over her pussy lips. She thinks about how her friends listened to her stories. She wonders what they would have thought if she'd told them it was her son. Her knees raise slightly, when she closes her eyes, and imagine him on top of her.
She opens her eyes, and takes a deep breath. She whispers, "Why not?" She slides out of bed, puts on her robe, and goes up to her sons room. When she gets there, the door is open, and David is sitting at his desk, in front of his laptop.
She leans against the desk. "I didn't know if you were still up."
He stands, tosses his robe over the chair, and wearing just his briefs, gets into bed, laying on his back with his head on the pillow. "I was just doing some shopping."
Helen hesitates, calming her nerves, before climbing onto the bed, and straddling him. "The girls and I were talking about sex, and I mentioned being recorded, and sucking cock."
His eyes get wide. "WHAT?"
She giggles. "Don't worry, I didn't let them know it was you." She starts moving her hips, her shaved pussy rubbing against his covered cock. "They were surprised we haven't fucked yet."
David gets an evil smile. "Really?" He puts his hands on her robe, and spreads it, letting it fall behind her. "Maybe we should...so you have something to talk about next time."
