The confusion over the titling of my novella in the index has now been resolved. In Part 5 below Chris finally gets to fuck his mother and Jane and Monica make plans for a get-away cruise to the Bahamas. Now read on and please keep the comments flowing.
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The events of the past few weeks had conspired to stimulate in Monica a sense of a new beginning. Christopher and his friend James would soon be leaving home and going off to university. As a free-spirited widow, for the first time since her marriage many years ago, she was free to please herself entirely. But first she had to fulfil her promises to her son and his friend as well as bring her relationship with James's father to a conclusion.
She had already decided that the best way to make a clean break with the past was to go away on a long holiday. Initially her thoughts had turned towards a Mediterranean cruise but finally she decided instead to fly to Tenerife for a short hotel break before embarking on a cruise to the Bahamas and the Florida Keys. What was to happen after that was left open for the time being. There had been much for Monica to do making arrangements for a prolonged absence from home and booking her holiday.
In the days prior to the assignation with her son and his friend both Chris and Monica had contrived to keep their face to face contacts to minimum. Even though they slept in adjacent bedrooms Chris had not attempted to cash in early on his mother's promise of sexual favours. For several days before the appointed date Chris had imposed a self denying ordinance against masturbation on himself despite frequent contemplative erections. He wanted to be at his potent best when pleasuring his mother.
When the appointed day arrived Chris was despatched in Monica's car to pick up James with instructions to delay their return for at least an hour. While her son was away Monica took some care with her preparations. While not strictly necessary (virile youths of eighteen would fuck a sack of potatoes if nothing else was available) she intended to present herself as a seductive whore. She wanted it to be a memorable occasion for all three of them.
Her underwear was scarlet comprising a half cup bra and matching semi-transparent mini briefs. She elected for black patterned hold up stockings rather than suspenders. Stockings and suspenders may be an aphrodisiac for older men but the younger generation tends to regard them as a rather quaint anachronism. Her full length black dress was slit to the waist on one side and fastened at the back with a long zip from waist to neck; she would need some help to unfasten it.
When Monica's two eager lovers returned they found her lounging casually on a long spacious couch in the living room with her legs crossed. She rose and greeted them both with a gentle kiss on the lips. Chris found the gentle moist kiss from his mother electrifying; he had never experienced such intimate contact with her before.
Monica resumed her seat while Chris went into the kitchen to get a bottle of champagne from the 'fridge. James sat down opposite Monica and stared at her elegant, seductive long legs.
'God, you look gorgeous,' he murmured.
It is a curious feature of the seductive power of partial exposure to excite a man. James had already seen Monica completely naked and in an advanced state of sexual arousal but was still fiercely stimulated now by the thought of what still remained hidden beneath her clothing.
Chris returned and dispensed drinks before sitting down alongside James and looking expectantly at his mother.
'Here's to all of us,' Monica said, raising her glass in a toast. 'Now perhaps one of you gentlemen would help me get out of this dress.' She put down her glass and stood up. 'The zip is at the back,' she added by way of guidance.
James got there first; there was a faint hissing sound as he pulled the zip gently all the way down. Monica executed a slight wiggle and the dress slid gracefully to the floor.
'Isn't she fucking gorgeous,' James exclaimed again.
'Too fucking right,' Chris agreed.
'Why don't you two guys go and take a shower while I finish my drink,' Monica suggested.
The two boys went up to the bathroom and stripped off their clothes. They already had expectant erections.
Let's shower together,' James suggested, 'that way we get to fuck your mother sooner.'
Inevitably within the close proximity of the shower cubicle there was some genital contact between them. James briefly grasped Chris's cock before being told urgently to desist. It would have taken very little tactile contact to trigger ejaculations from either of the excited youths and they wanted to preserve all of their sexual juices for Monica. James confessed that the previous day he had accidentally cum just by thinking about fucking Monica without handling his prick at all.
As they dried themselves after showering they debated whether to go downstairs naked or to put dressing gowns on first. They opted for the bold approach and made a silent naked priapic descent of the stairs in a state of fierce sexual excitement.
Monica was unaware of their approach until the two boys appeared together in the doorway of the living room. From her position lying on a couch in her scarlet underwear she experienced a frisson of pure delight. In their youthful perfection her boys looked like Greek Gods with lithe long legs, sexual organs fiercely erect and lust blazing out of their eyes. Truthfully her delight was far from pure based as it was, on thoughts of sexual congress with her two young lovers.
Monica stood up and unclipped her bra to expose her breasts fully before deftly slipping off her knickers. Her two lovers mobbed her in a frenzy of delight; feeling, fondling, squeezing, kissing and gently penetrating.
'So have you decided which one of you is going to have me first?' Monica asked.
