Mom’s Class Reunion

Thank you for reading this story. I appreciate all responses. All I ask is be respectful. I understand some people have different kinks, but my kink are pantyhose. If that's not your thing, maybe my works aren't for you. Otherwise, enjoy.

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Stepping out into the hallway of our hotel, it was now, 8:30 in the morning. Sore from my son's aggressive behavior, the ache I felt in my loins couldn't be ignored. Also feeling just how dead my legs were from the previous night from how we usually have sex, walking in my high heels was challenging. Making our way to the elevator, other couples were also making their way to whatever it was they were here for.

Wearing a simple, white floral dress with different colored floral designs that went down just below my knees, my wedding ring on my finger, 4" white high heels and, sheer-to-waist suntan pantyhose on my legs, I walked hand in hand with Parker. He was dressed less formal than I. A plain, button-down grey shirt, and black slacks, he looked exactly how I needed him to present himself. Nothing, other than a young man just there to support and keep his mother company, in place of his father.

Stepping out of the elevator, my phone suddenly buzzed. "It's your father," I announced, releasing my hand from his. "Good morning John," I said, annoyed.

After speaking to my husband for a couple minutes, I'd almost forgotten exactly where we were.

"Just make sure Parker is respectful and doesn't make a scene," my husband stated.

"He's fine, John. He's been everything I hoped," slipping my free hand in between his arm. Giving it a subtle squeeze, Parker looked down at me and I gave him a warm smile. "But look," I continued, "We're literally walking into a restaurant to have breakfast, because the festivities for the reunion begin at 10." Ending the call, I quickly put my phone away.

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Talking me into the hotel's buffet restaurant, I reluctantly agreed. Not really into this type of setting, I also knew I wanted to make my son feel important as well. Since we were together, alone, I told him he would be welcome to being the one who makes certain decisions for us while we're here. I mean we've been intimate for a while now. I think he needs to act like my man, even here.

Finally refreshed, bellies full of food, as well as the batch of his semen he pumped down my throat an hour earlier, it was now 9:45.

"I think it's time we made our way to the banquet room, honey," I quietly said. "Remember," I stated, intently," While we're here... behave. No hands on my hips, no hands on my legs or under my dress. I am your mother, you are my son."

Leaning into my ear, Parker stated, "I know mom. Don't worry about it. I want your ass. I'm not doing anything to ruin that chance."

Shaking my head, I could only chuckle. "Oh I know." I said, redoubling my grip on his arm.

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As we made our way through the hotel lobby, signage for different events were posted everywhere.

"Watkins-Boles Reception, Saturday 2-8pm," the first large room we passed showed just above the double doors.

"Shell Company Awards Ceremony and Banquet, East Room," the next one said, an arrow pointing down the subsequent hallway.

"Mom," Parker said, diverting my attention to the right. Seeing him pointing down the walkway, A sign outside, reading, "Western Canada High School, Class of 2000," showed, in large, bold letters.

Approaching the banquet room, a line had already formed. As I presented my I.D. and signed us in, I was amazed at how wonderfully decorated it was.

"Here's a brochure which shows the itinerary for today and tomorrow," I was told, as I was given a little bag containing items with my schools insignia labelled.

After taking it, Parker and I went into the large room. Upon entering, several tables were already setup. Streamers, banners, table cloths, most things adorning the crimson and yellow that was our school colors. A photo booth, a mixed drinks booth. Taking a quick moment to peruse the pages before me, I scanned the itinerary.

Friday

10AM-Noon, Check-in, Welcome Reacquaintance brunch.

4pm-10, A brief history of the class of 2000, guest speakers dinner and dancing, photos, door prizes, karaoke.

Saturday

8AM-10AM, Breakast

Noon-3PM, Scavenger hunt, light brunch, and games.

7PM-1AM Dinner gala. More history of the class of 2000, door prizes, karaoke, dancing.

Looking over the events planned, my son bent down and said softly into my ear, so no one could hear, "Good. Gives us time to go back up to our room in between."

Hearing that, I was more taken aback, than upset. "Are you serious right now?" I remarked, looking at him.

"You said.." He started, before I cut him off.

"Honey, I know what I said," I calmly reminded him. "It's just, we have to be discreet ok? I can't waltz into this ballroom looking, one minute full of zest and vigor, and the next, absolutely exhausted, looking like I just ran a marathon."

"Well, you asked me to behave," he rebutted, his hand, now down at my lower back. "I'm doing as you ask...Mom. You get to enjoy your Reunion. I get.....THIS.....when we're not doing reunion activities," he stated, looking at his prize.

"Parker you don't under......," I tried saying. Suddenly I felt the hand on my lower back reach down further and touch the hemline. "Parker...honey," I quietly stated with a pleading, yet horrified, look. Staring at me with zero emotion, I understood, clearly what was being silently insinuated. "Alright, sweetheart," I sighed. "An agreement is an agreement."

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Folding the itinerary and placing it in my purse, I took a hold of Parker's arm. Admiring the view inside the ballroom, signs and banners were on all 4 walls reading, "Western Canada High School, Class of 2000," enhanced by a Warrior, our school mascot.

"It's beautiful honey," I said, admiring the scenery.

At each table, a floral-type setting sat in the middle. Crimson and yellow balloons floated to the ceiling, whilst others were tired to tables and chairs. Even over at the photo booth, a reprint of my schools' crest was taped to thewall.

"Wanna take pictures later?" I cooed, running my hand up and down his arm.

"Anything you want, mom," Parker added. "This is your time, remember."

"Good!" I exclaimed, leading him around.

Seeing the faces of those I'd graduated with, many of them I didn't personally. I was too busy with homework, and Student government, that I never really partied. I wasn't a prude, just had dreams before I started my family. Those who were there, politely nodded or acknowledged in kind. Seeing some of my old teachers, many in their 60's and 70's was a surprise. One, in particular, has caught my eye.

"Mrs. Jennings?" I called out. Seeing her a couple tables over speaking to other people, I always remembered her as my Political Science teacher. Looking over at Parkrr and I making our way over she, coincidentally, acknowledged my presence.

"Madeline? Madeline Miller! Is that you?" She exclaimed, happy to see me.

"It's Benson, now," I interjected, flashing my wedding band. "How are you?" Clearly happy to see her.

"I was invited by several students who coordinated this event and so I fugured, why not?" A huge smile plastered on her face. "When you're retired and you're widowed, you have a lot of time on your hands."

"Oh my condolences on your loss," I exclaimed.

Changing the subject, she noticed my date, standing next to me. "And who is this?" She asked, extending her hand.

"My name is Parker. I am her son." He quickly, but respectfully stated.

"My husband is away on business, unfortunately, so Parker agreed to tag along, as I couldn't waste my husbands' airfare," I'd mentioned, quieting any possible reservations.

"Well it was nice of you to keep your mom company, in the midst of people much older," Mrs. Jennings quipped as well.

After a minutes, we had parted way. Looking at the clock, it said 11:45. Having spoken to several couples, I sensed a few judgmental responses each time I'd introduce my son.

Even a couple people I'd sought out, once they saw a 19-yr old young man with me, they thought it uncouth I brought someone not even old enough to enjoy an alcoholic beverage, instead of just coming by myself.

As the initial opening of our reunion was coming to an end, and realizing not everyone on the list had checked in as of yet, Parker had only one thing on his mind.

"I want you, mom," his tone decisive. "Now."

Leading me out of the banquet room, our silence said it all.

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"Oh yes! Oh Par.. Parker.. Yes ba..by!"

Looking up at my son, he was finally back between my legs. Haven't not wasted a single moment, Parker was on a mission.

As soon as we entered our room, I walked over to the far end of our room.

"Leave everything on, mom," Parker ordered, as he began undressing. "Push a hole in your pantyhose and lie back on the bed."

Putting my purse down and removing my shaul, I then proceeded over to the drapes. Upon opening them, partly cloudy skies lay over Calgary. Doing as requested, I hitched my dress over my waist. Unbuttoning the top buttons, my bra came to view. Pushing my bra over my tits, I then pushed a hole in the gusset of my hosiery. Scooching on the bed, I rested my head on the pillow, as my son continued undressing.

"We have almost 3 and a half hours mom. I want your legs up the whole time," The lust oozing out of his mouth.

"Parker," I'd begun, as he climbed on the bed. Opening my legs, he stared at the glossiness of the nylons embellishing my legs. "Honey, pl..," I'd began.

Interrupting me scolding him, he pushed in.

"Ohhhhh honey!" I'd exclaimed.

Feeling his length and girth bottom out, the yelp thst escaped my lungs could be heard in the hall.

"Finally.." he murmured, placing my legs up in a 'V'. Putting his weight on me, I cradled his torso, reaching up and under him, ending with my fingers and hands draped over his shoulders from behind. Resting his head by my neck, I could alreasy feel his breathing labor. "I'm going to fuck you into oblivion, mom. God, I love you." And with that his hips began slamming up and down on top of me.

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Over the next couple hours, I was growing genuinely concerned. Having cum inside of me twice already, Parker was full-swing for the 3rd time, pumping away inside of my vagina.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

My loud moans, steadily echoing off the wall, were in a battle with the headboard as it intently thumped the wall. The bedsprings, dutifully playing its' annoying sonata, highlighted my extra-marital affair.

"Oh baby!" I mewled into his ear. "Har.. harder sweetie," I'd coo in his ear.

Looking over at the open box of condoms, sitting there next to my glasses and my wedding ring, I'd given up, reluctantly on his need to wear a condom.

"Yes mom!" he'd grit through his teeth. "God yes!" Harder and harder his hips would slam into mine, eliciting yelps after each thrust downward.

"Yes!Yes!," I'd bellow, my hands all over my son's back. "Fuck your mo.. mother," I'd lovingly whisper into his ear.

"Ahh! Ahh! Fuck yea!" He'd growl, enjoying himself with no interruption.

Looking up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but notice my legs flailing from each thrust in me. My high heels, surprisingly, were still on my feet.

"C'mon baby," I'd lustfully murmur, "cum for mama, honey."

Not only was I hearing the squelching, squishing sounds of our juices from Parkers' pumping, but I felt it, as well. Feeling sweating droplets fall onto my displayed breasts, my own perspiration sat on my forehead.

"Yes.. ye..esss," I panted, as our bodies collided together. "Oh Parker.. oh baby."

Feeling his rough breathing on my neck, I turned my head to the left, now watching the clouds float by past the blue skies. The odor of sex, draped over us like a cloud.

"Buzz! Buzz!Buzz!" hearing my cell phone vibrating on the sidetable, I knew it was my husband.

"Keep..keep..go..going sweety," my voice, seductive, "I'll call..him..la..later."

A few minutes later, I felt the all-knowing signs of Parkers' pending eruption. Speeding up his pace. his thrusts became urgent.

"Ungh! Parker! Ungh! Ba..by..Oh! Yes! Oh yes!" The thumping of the headboard once moderate, had turned in constant banging. the creaking of the bedsprings were in a full-blown rhythm.

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" Parker panted, inching ever so close to his finale.

"Yes! Yes! Fu..fuck me," I groaned, panting for breath each time his hips collided with mine.

Finally, after the frantic nature of our dealings over these last couple hours, I felt his balls tighten.

"Moooommm!" he growled, muffled into my neck. Slamming down into me one last time, his lower region hermetically sealed with mine. Wave after wave of his juices exploded into me. As I looked up, my upturned legs were frozen in time. Still pointing to the ceiling, I desperately needed to lower then, but my mind prevented that.

"Ahhh fuck yesssssss," Parker chanted, face still buried in my neck.

"Ohhhhh Parker......" I seductively mewled, running a hand over his sweaty back and one through his hair.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!" Knowing, again who was on the other end, I said nothing. I let my son finish emptying the contents he'd built up, into my overused womb.

After a couples minutes of stabbing into me, my son was finally done. Releasing his torrent inside of me, unprotected, 3 times, I was truly beside myself. I love my son, deeply. But this line I've allowed to be crossed. repeatedly, in our hotel room, I knew needed a correction.. immediately. But did I have the gumption in me to do it? For almost 3 hours I was in a state of incestuous bliss. Never thinking about John once, I'll admit I felt some shame. Not because of the nature of mine and Parker's relationship, but more because I was comfortable in it.

Opening my legs for my son, knowing just how pleasing I am to him, even at 43 years of age, has opened up something in me I hadn't felt in years. Desired. Wanted. Like I'm the only thing on this Earth he wants. It's all true. He desires me. Sweats for me. Protects me. Maybe I am a heathen for actually being comfortable with this ummm situation, but I am a woman and i have needs, too. John is too busy focused on his career that we could literally do it in front of him and he'd be to engrossed in whatever project work has him on. Yes, Im being facetious, but you get my drift.

Lifting himself off me, I could feel the dampness of our bodies from the sweatwe accumulated. The exhaustion we both felt was something to behold. Feeling him extricate his overworked penis from me, I was relieved, you none to pleased, of the void my snatch would realize.

Pulling out, I quickly felt a deluge rush from me onto our mattress and linens. Even my pantyhose were unable to avoid disaster as the semen trickled down my vaginal area, finding spots on the nylon fabric. Giving him a weary smile, I looked at the clock. "3:15."

Realizing this, I made my way to the beds edge and sat up. Looking in the mirror by our bed, I saw just how bad it was. My hair, a mess. My boobs, red from his weight smooshing them, runs down my inner thighs of my nylons. The absolute exhaustion that befelled me.

"We have to be downstairs in 45 minutes, honey," I'd managed to utter, still breathless but regaining myself. "Take a quick shower. I need to return your fathers calls and texts."

"Alright mom," Parker replied. As he turned to head into the bathroom, he turned and just stared at me. As I watched him, his hard-on, now gone, his penis showed the illicit nature of our affair. A white foamlike substance from the tip of his manhood all the way down the base, conjoined with my juices, highlighted the results of over 2 hours of sex.

"What?" I asked, now subconscious of his silence.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you, mom?" Parker began. "Rather, that I'm IN LOVE with you?"

The words he just uttered, floored me. In Love? With me? To say I was speechless, was an understatement. Seeing a sly smile purse his lips, his reaction to my silence prompted another response.

"I thought so. I am IN LOVE with you, mom. Your legs pointing up in the air. You moaning my name. All behind dad's back. You're mine now, you know that right?" He so poignantly stated.

With that, my lover turned, walked into the bathroom, and I heard the shower turn on.

"What have I done?" I asked myself. "He's fallen for me."

Picking up my phone, my thoughts and feelings, now a mess, I scrolled to my husband's name and returned his calls. Missing 7 calls, and 8 texts since this morning, I had better have my story straight.

He can't think I'm being unfaithful. Right?

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Chapter 4 is in the works.