Chapter 02 – A birthday date for her son
This gave Barbara an idea, in theory she would be his date and not his mom; what would make her feel good is to look like the proper 'date' for Jay rather than his mom.
When Jay told Barbra Saturday was also the big game he was surprised when she insisted he go to the game, as much as she regretted saying it they could go on a date some other time. Even though he objected saying he had little in common with his fellow students, she argued a homecoming game is an infrequent event and Jay needed to experience college life while he was there, it would be over all too soon.
She would have much rather be with her son on his birthday but she also recognized the importance of him attending social events with people his own age; she would not take no for an answer. He reluctantly agreed to go but he demanded she not try to talk him into going to the post-game party; he was looking forward to the first real date since his dad passed away. He would call her after the game picking her up at her apartment as soon as it was over.
Barbara kept track of the game's progress on TV; it was a nail biter, this year the opposing team was a bitter rival who had beaten Jay's school the past ten years. But this year would be different, the home team won the game pulling out a victory in the final seconds; spirits were high on campus and the after-parties should be of historical proportions.
Having watched the game Barbara knew the significance of the victory as well as the epic parties that occurred afterward. When Jay called after the game, Barbara demanded he go to the celebrations. Jay objected but when his mom threatened to call off their date he begrudgingly gave in agreeing to go to only one party. The agreement required Jay to stay at least an hour, and if he was not having a good time he could call and she would drive to the college and pick him up, the date taking place as promised.
Even though Barbara felt it was important for Jay to spend time with kids his own age, she also knew he was no longer a kid like the others; age was all he had in common with the other students. She was very proud of her son and a twenty-first birthday only happens once in a lifetime. Barbara was not only proud of Jay because he was her son, she was proud of Jay for how well he had handled the tremendous responsibilities thrust upon him over the past year; she wanted what was best for her son.
But thinking back to her experiences in college the parties often got out of hand, and even though Jay was mature beyond his years Barbara didn't know if he would leave once the alcohol became plentiful and the girls clothes became scarce; it was possible their date may not happen after all.
Earlier, as Barbara was watching the game, she had tried on different outfits for the potential date. While she had nice clothes for work she did not have anything that gave her the 'look' she was hoping for, and there was no time to go shopping for something new. Then she remembered she had kept the clothes from her dating days last year; she had put them in what originally was Jay's room in her apartment, she rushed to the other closet hopeful to find something appropriate there.
First she tried on a Lycra club dress; it fit skin tight even though she had lost weight, she might as well had on a neon sign saying she was a slut looking for sex. Next was a short pleated skirt, perhaps there was a time and place but a dinner date with her son was not the right time or place. One by one Barbara tried on everything in the closet, while many outfits looked nice, none would be suitable for the date with Jay, even if she was going as his date and not his mom.
She went back to her closet feeling she had to settle with simply looking 'nice'. Just as she was becoming discouraged she noticed a skirt-suit that had been pushed to the back, Sam had bought it for her just before they separated; the girls had scowled at her when she walked into the office wearing the outfit.
It was a dark blue suit with a pencil skirt that had a high slit both front and back; the skirt fell mid-thigh at best with a wide tight waist band; there was also a matching dark blue jacket. Hanging with the skirt and jacket was a white button front blouse that had been custom tailored to fit tight around her small waist and snug underneath her large breasts. Turning in the mirror Barbara was confident this would be perfect; the skirt was sexy yet classy. The top accentuated her big tits and the buttons enabled her to expose as much cleavage as she dared to bare. The jacket added additional discretion to the designer blouse.
Perhaps a mixture of her nice clothes along with her slut lingerie would give her what she was looking for. Rushing back to the other room Barbara searched through the lingerie she had worn while separated, white thigh highs and a pale blue sexy lace bra with matching thong panty would put the finishing touches on the outfit. Now for shoes; a pair of black five inch heel sandals with a thick strap around her ankle.
It had been around 4:00pm when she had talked with Jay and the parties would begin soon after the game, considering the time it would take Jay to get across campus to the parties and once there he was to stay at least an hour Barbara surmised she had approximately two hours to get ready. She took a long bath, carefully shaving her legs; then she used this special occasion as an excuse to also shave her pussy, something she had not done since Sam's passing. She had not had reason too; she had not been with a man or on a date since the tragic event. As Barbara carefully removed the long pubic hair from between her legs she was shocked at how wet her pussy was. Barbara was surprised she was actually turned on at the thought of being her handsome son's date.
With her vagina now smooth Barbara could not resist running her fingers through the sensitive folds of her cunt. It had been a long time since she had experienced any type of sexual pleasure, especially the feeling of a man filling her horny pussy. Among the many positive things about being married to Sam, they had enjoyed a very active sex life; they made love at least three or four times a week the entire time they were married and she had spent most of her time with the men she had dated on her back.
Continuing to caress her vulva Barbara closed her eyes imagining it was Sam's hand between her legs, remembering the loving way he had touched her so many times. Then, for reasons she could not explain, a vision of Jay touching her popped into her head; Barbara's eyes flew open and she tried to shake the image of her son's face from her mind.
Relaxing in the warm water Barbara let her hand wander back down her flat stomach, hoping to envision the touch of her late husband's hand again. How stupid she was to leave the man that loved her so much; her hand became Sam's hand, rubbing and stroking her most intimate areas. She could feel the desire quickly building inside her, Sam's fingers were on her clit, circling and pinching just the way she liked it. Closer and closer Barbara approached the much needed release, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth forming an "O" moaning as the pleasure intensified.
"Oh yes, right there; yes, right there. Mmm, OMG that feels so good; please don't stop."
The orgasm was close, just a few more strokes...
"Oh fuck yes, fuck! Right there, right there! Please don't stop Jay; right there! OMG Jay that feels so fucking good, make your mommy cum, make Barbie cum!"
Her cunt erupted, Barbara's body thrashed in the tub splashing water onto the floor, definitely one of the more powerful orgasms she had experienced in a long time. As the spasming subsided she sank back down in the water closing her eyes reliving the orgasm in her mind.
Then it hit her... Oh no! What had she said? She was thinking about Sam but when she climaxed whose name did she call out? No, she couldn't have; there is no way she screamed her son's name instead of her husband's. What was wrong with her, how could she have fantasized about her own son being the one that caused her to orgasm?
Barbara quickly stood, opening the drain and toweling off, she could not believe what she had done. No, she would not remember the fantasy the way it had happened; there is no way it could have happened that way. She dried and styled her hair, then applied her makeup, trying to chase the image of Jay's hand on her cunt out of her head; but despite her best effort to replace her son's face with Sam's the image of Jay would reappear; unknowingly she smiled each time she saw her son's face appear in her mind.
