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.
I did not notice when the drinks took me over. But I started to feel very warm and aroused by this man I had not seen for many years. Denny asked me if I wanted to go and I told him I thought the drinks were getting to me and maybe we should call it a night.
The ride home was only thirty minutes but I fell asleep and did not wake till I we were in my driveway. Denny helped me out of the car and into the house. I was feeling very foolish for getting drunk. The house was dark and I thought the boys were out on dates. So when Denny helped me up stairs to my bedroom I kind of acted drunker than I really was. Denny laid me on the bed and said he would wait downstairs till the boys got home. I told him no, wait here and in bed next to me. He turned out the lights and as he lay next to me he said “I hope the boys don’t get home too soon.”
In the next few minutes we undressed one another. Naked he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I reached for his erection that was pressed up between my legs. It felt good and I held it for a long time. It was hot in my hand. I could not remember the last time I held a throbbing cock in my hand. I wanted to do more than hold it I wanted to suck it deep in my throat. I wanted to feel the soft skin with my tongue and if let me I wanted to suck him off and taste his creamy cum. I wanted to drink every drop. I wanted to show him I was a fucking cocksucker of the first order.
I had sucked my first cock in my freshmen year at FSU and had found I had a fondness for it. It was not until my third year at college that I lost my cherry. I had gotten drunk that night too. I was at a party in one of the sorority houses and my date had me up in a bedroom where I happily suck him off. But as I was finishing him off another boy came in and I gladly sucked him off too. But boys will be boys and before I could finish off the second boy my date got behind me and rammed his cock in my pussy ripping away my virginity.
Denny lay back as I ask and let me have my fill of sucking cock before he shot a load of sweet creamy sperm into my hungry mouth. I was so happy with just feeling his cock in my mouth and the taste of his sperm that I just drifted off into dream land his sperm still seeping from my mouth.
I woke and found myself alone naked on top of the sheets. It took my eyes a few minutes to focus on the clock on the night stand. Its little red number told me it was two forth five Am. I started to pull the sheet up and return to sleep when I heard voices.
My sons were home and talking in the hallway out side my door. Norman was saying. “Bryan don’t try it Mom will wake up and she will be fit to kill you.” Bryan said “Bullshit; I have wanted to fuck Mom for a long time and now is my chance. If she wakes up then she will find out her son is a true Mother fucker and if she don’t then Norman you can have seconds. Mom will think Denny fucked her in the morning and never know the difference.”
I blinked in the dark wondering if I was dreaming or still drunk. My sons wanted to fuck me as Bryan said. Both my sons were out side my door talking about screwing me while I am still in a drunken state...