It has been said that we make our own life by the choices we make. Some good some bad. I made a choice some time ago that changed my life and I am here to say it was not only a good choice it was a wonderful choice.
I am a single mother of two beautiful teens. Bryan age eighteen and Norman age nineteen. Both are going to college out of state next fall. But the summer is for me to enjoy my sons before they are off into the world.
I am forty two years old and a widow of six years. My husband left us very comfortable. I have made my sons my priority in life and have not dated since my husband death. However that changed last May just before the boys were to graduate from high school.
A man I knew in high school moved back to Valley Town after being away for many years. His wife died and he moved back here. He has no children but came to know my boys through the school baseball team as he is an avid fan and goes to every game. Just by chance we came to sit next to one another at a game. I of course recognized him and he me. I was intent on watching the boys getting ready to play when I noticed a pair of trousers standing next to me. Looking up I looked up into the face of Denny Wheeler. I had once been kissed by this man at a party. We were playing spin the bottle. The kiss did not seem to make much difference to him but to me it was one of those things I have never forgotten.
He smiled and said “Well as I live and breathe if it isn’t Honey my kissing friend of high school.” I stood and took the hand he offered me and said “Welcome home.”
Through out the game we talked of old times and some not so old times. He asked me out and I accepted not even thinking of what my boys might say or feel about me dating.
After the game we went down to meet the boys and I introduced my sons to Denny. They already knew him as he had made a donation to the school for new uniforms. The boys were happy to see that I and Denny were old friends. Later that night after dinner I told the boys Denny had asked me out and I had accepted. Both surprised me by smiling and saying it as about time I moved on with my life. The boys seemed so grown up about my starting to see another man.
It was Friday and after my shower I was standing in my bedroom in front of a full length mirror looking at my five foot ten inch, one hundred and fifty pound frame. My breasts are some what pointed and not so prone to stand out as they once did. My long legs have always been my best and sexiest part of my anatomy.
My rump is firm round and as my husband had called it “Black woman ass. But a great ass.” My waist is small and this accents my hips to make for a hell of a nice figure. My face is broad shouting my germen heritage. My mouth is wide; my lips are full and well formed. I am I think a lovely lady for a forty something year old.
I was thinking of my date that would be here to pick me up in an hour or so. He is broad shouldered, handsome, very intelligent and seems to be well off. He drives an expensive car and his cloths are all tailor made. However he was shorter than me. I wondered if that would make any difference to either of us later. While standing there naked in my dream state I had run a hand down into the thick tangle of dark hair that forms a vee between my legs.
Over the last six years I had only masturbated a few times but I felt like it now. I wondered if Denny would find me attractive and want to make love to me. What should I do if he made a pass? We are not kids we have both been married and we know about sex. Should I let him kiss me, should I let him do anything on the first date? What if he does not like me and this is only a one night date. Maybe there will not be another date. Should I let him know I want to see him again? But them how do I know I want to see him again. He may turnout to be a less than I want out of life. My God I am jumping way ahead of myself. But on second thought I could use a good fuck. I stood there looking at my self and was embarrassed by my own thoughts.
Searching around I found a half bra that lifted and held my breasts out like a pair of offerings. Maybe that is want I wanted to do. The dress was not tight but it did hang very close and it followed my cures well. A little of this and a little of that and I was ready. I wondered if he will notice I was not wearing panties.
II
One thing I did not know till some time later was that both boys had been watching me stand naked before the mirror feeling my clitoris. I would learn this later as we all came to know one another intimately. I was headed down a road of choices, choices I would make and in doing so enrich my life for ever. In the next few months I would learn that my sons had for many months been secretly watching me in my shower and in my bedroom. Together they and mounted a video camera in the air vents so they could see their mother naked. It was a surprise to me that my own sons had feeling for me in a sexual way. I would also soon learn that love, lust and incest are only a hairs breath apart.
Denny picked me up and after a few minutes talking to the boys we were off to the Riverside restaurant. The Riverside is an elegant place. It is a motel, restaurant, and dancing lounge. The restaurant looking down over the river as do most of the motel rooms. The lounge is built out over the river, there are even tables out on the deck where you can dance and drink in the cool of the evening.
After dinner we moved to the outside deck and ordered drinks and watched the sun go down. Denny was an easy dancer guiding me around the floor flawlessly. I could feel the strength in his arms as we danced. I had worn low heels so I would not tower over him. However I don’t think he would have minded if I were six two. Denny was a strong man in body and his feeling for life. He was at ease with himself. I also felt very good just being around him.