Mom’s Class Reunion

This is a story of fiction. All characters are over 18 years of age. Please Enjoy.

Part 4.. The Reunion.

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"Hey, I'd better let you go," I told my husband. "The evening portion begins at 4."

"Alright, we'll talk later. FYI, Stephanie will be coming home Tuesday for a few days," John reminded me.

"Alright, I love you," I quickly said hearing the shower the turn off.

Seeing 3:32 on the clock, I didn't have a ton of time to get ready. Coming out of the bathroom, Parker didn't even bother to have a towel wrapped around him.

"Honey," I stated, pointing at the window.

"What?" He said, confused. When I pointed

at his nether region, it dawned on him.

"Mom, we're 8 floors up. We have the drapes open every time we fuck." The blatancy of his words, finally got to me.

"Parker Benson! Watch your language young man!" I said, now wagging my finger towards him.

"Sorry, mom," he said. "But it's true. The only eyes that need to see me, are on your face." Relenting, I just shook my head.

"Let me take a quick shower," I sighed. "I don't want to be too late." Having already removed the last vestiges of my clothing, I went to the bathroom.

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Standing in the shower, I let the hot water bead off of my aching, sore body. Even with the warmth of the water and the bruising and swelling around my vaginal opening, the water just cascading over it, stung a little.

10 minutes later, I step out of the shower. Drying off, I put my robe on. When I come out of the bathroom, Parker was trying to tie his tie.

"Having issues honey?" I asked, walking toward our bed.

"Why do I have to wear this stupid thing?" He emphatically complained, stopping in protesting.

Opening up my bathrobe, the reason why stood before him.

"Do you see this?" I asked softly, displaying my body. "THIS is why you need to wear the tie." Slowly tracing my finger over my swollen folds, I looked at him, directly. "So, I'd like my date to look just as good for me, as he expects me to look, for him."

Releasing a laugh, Parker replied, "Dang mom, you're insatiable, you know that?"

"Says the young man who won't let me off the bed when we're in here. But, be a sweetheart and hand me that unopened package of pantyhose please," I'd asked, reaching for my bra.

Sliding the suntan hosiery over my legs, I did so, with a purpose. For Parker. Yes, this is my high school reunion and I truly wanted and hoped for my husband to attend, but now, I am delving into my inner sexuality. I WANT Parker. No, I'm not in love with him. He's my child. My baby. But how he could fall in love with his mother, a 43-year old woman, I was determined to figure out. Once I had my bra and nylons snuggly on me, I sought to sort out Parker's tie issue.

"Honey. Come," I said, pointedly. Standing in front of me, I reached for the tie dangling off his shoulders. "Let mama take care of this for you."

Looking in his eyes, the lust I saw was more curious to me, than worrisome. Just a half hour earlier, he was filling my vaginal tunnel with his semen for what will occur several more times this weekend. "I love you, Parker," I'd said, more motherly. "Thank you for accompanying me for my reunion." Pecking him on his lips, I fixed his tie on him. "There. All set," patting his chest.

Soon after, I stepped into my wears for the evening. A sleek, tan colored ballroom type gown adorned with poofy flower type additions on my shoulders. With an opening at the back, it looked, riveting. Adding to that, were my 4' tan colored, pointy toed, stilleto pumps as I deftly showed my leg through the slit of my eveningwear. Afterward, I began applying my makeup and putting my hair up, as Parker likes, I then removed his promise ring and replaced it with my wedding band, for obvious reasons. Placing his ring on the sidetable, I put my glasses on and let out a small chuckle at what was still sitting on our nightstand.

"You need to exhaust these condoms before we leave on Monday, honey," pointing to the box of condoms. "I know you like being bareback in me, but we need to be practical. Remember, I can still become pregnant-even on birth control."

"Yea Yea, mom," Parker waved, dismissively. "We'll...use them." That little hesitation in his summation left me shaking my head.

Looking at the clock, it now showed "4:05".

"We need to go, Sweetheart. It's already begun," I exclaimed, grabbing my shaul and room key. "Put the room key in your pocket, honey. I'm leaving my purse in the room."

"Let's go then," he said, holding his arm out to me. Taking it, we walked out of our room. Feeling the remnants of the poundings I'd just endured between my legs, I had realized this was going to be a long, trying evening.

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"Ding!"

As the elevator doors opened, the atmosphere in the lobby area was buzzing. Holding his arm, we made our way back to the room where the reunion was behind held.

The amount of persons meticulously moving about was staggering. As Parker maneuvered us through the madness, I was thankful he was with me.

"Honey, over there," I'd said, pointing to the signage displaying our destination.

Witnessing people going into the venue, I gave my sons' arm a gentle tug, stopping us.

"Remember sweetie," I began, "Let's have fun here and then you can have your nightcap. Ok?"

"I'll behave mom," Parker stated. "You don't have to keep reminding me."

"I know, honey. And thank you," I quietly said. With a smile on my face, I regripped his arm. "Then let's go in. Shall we?"

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Upon our entry, there were couples already claiming tables, others perusing the landscape, and some, mingling.

"Mom, let's sit over there," Parker stated, pointing to a table just off to the side.

"Ok," I said, in quick agreement.

When we got there, I noticed the lighting was a little dimmer over here. Leading us to the other side of the rounded table, embellishing a long table cloth that touched the floor, as well as 8 seats.

"Parker?" I said, questioningly, starting to figure out what his ulterior motive was leaning towards.

"We're sitting here, mom," He rebutted, sounding authoritative. Not wanting to argue, I removed my shawl and placed it over one of the chairs. Taking the seat to my left, my son and I had a full view of the venue.

"Mom, let's get something to drink," Parker stated. Leaving our table, we left items where we'd saved our seats and proceeded to the bar. Looking around at those who'd already arrived, there were people I knew of, but was never chummy with. Being polite, I'd nod, or greet them, accordingly.

"Maddie?"

Stopping me in my tracks, I'd heard my name.

"Grace?" The woman approaching me, soon turned into familiarity.

"Oh Goodness!" she cried, taking me in an embrace. Extending our distance, she looked me up and down."You look good!"

"You haven't aged a bit, Grace," I'd playfully said.

Turning to Parker, I asked him to go ahead and get us a non-alcoholic beverage. "First thing is first, Grace, I'd like you to meet my son, Parker. Parker, honey, this is Grace." A look of confusion had appeared on Grace's face.

"It's nice to meet you," Parker reciprocated, extending his hand.

"Sweety, I'd like to catch up with Grace for a bit. Be a dear and get me a ginger ale?"

"I'll be right back," he said.

Looking at me, bewildered, Grace spoke. "Your son?"

"Yes," I quickly responded. "My husband had a last minute business trip and unfortunately couldn't make it. So, without hesitation, Parker asked to accompany me."

Understanding now, Grace said, "Oh how cute. He's keeping his mama out of trouble. Anyway, this is my Richard."

Extending my hand, he greeted me warmly. "Pleasure, Maddie Benson."

Returning my attention to Grace, I continued, "I warned him there'd by no one his age here, and that I was worried he'd get bored with everyone here in their 40's," I claimed, as we exchanged laughed.

"Well it's good you brought him, Maddie," Grace added, looking over my shoulder.

"Oh?" I asked, perplexed.

Pointing to the door, she warned that Jeremy Campbell was here.

"Yes, I know," I admitted. "I saw Jeremy and Beth last night while we were having dinner at one of the restaurants here," I'd said, matter-of-factly.

Joining us at the table, we had begun to learn what the reunion held in store.

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Over the next hour, the venue had filled. Over 250 people I had attended high school with, came with their spouses, while other came alone. Getting reacquainted with so many after 25 years was wonderful. Turning back the clock, some aged well, while others......

Guest speakers were talking about old times. Beginning to play a very long montage of clips from our 4 years at the school, memories flooded the atmosphere.

About 6:15, the servers came out going from table to table, tabulating the dish we preferred. Having made our decisions, My son asked for the chicken marinara, while I preferred the salmon with broccoli.

As were sitting there, the others at our table were mingling with one another, replaying stories about our days of adolescence. The good times, the not so good, the laughs, the tears. It was just wonderful enjoying time with those who have since developed families, enjoy a career, a long marriage, etc.

This whole time, Parker just sat and listened. From time to time, someone would ask him a question or acknowledge his "bravery" for attending a party of much older people, as I beamed with pride about how courteous and respectful to all. One particular question though, made me feel a sudden pang of guilt, something I was trying to avoid. After eating, the conversations at our table picked up.

"So you're in Canada with your mom. I'm sure your girlfriend misses you," my friend, Grace,

"I don't have a girlfriend," Parker responded. "But I do have a 'Friend with Benefits'," Parker added, nonchalantly. Sensing the table linen moving, I also felt the slit of my dress being parted. Simultaneously grabbing his hand, hoping no one noticed, I found myself in a tug o'war with Parker.

Grace, suddenly butsting in laughter, as well as others, said, "Oh really now?" Looking squarely at me, she added, "Well, if Maddie didn't know then, she knows now!"

Trying, desperately to prevent any further advancement along my inner thigh, I tried to put on a neutral face. Glancing over at my son, I saw indifference, but also resolve in his demeanor. Realizing I was losing the battle, I relented on the pressure I'd applied on his hand, and instead, began seductively raking my finger nails over the top of his hand. As Parker flicked the fabric of my nylons between his fingers, I felt a degree of panic.

Amidst the trepidation I felt at thst moment, I was partially relieved that where we sat, was strategically selected by Parker. Our back's were to the wall, even at the round table we occupied. The light was a little dimmed, so being meticulous, he was able to achieve his dastardly task under the noses of our unaware table mates.

As I continued raking my fingers over the top of his hand, the conversation at our table, and in the venue, continued to flow. I was trying to maintain my composure so as not to bring forth suspicion, but my son wasn't actually helping my cause, either. Further and further his hand matriculated along my inner thigh. Watching my son having a normal, albeit tame conversation with those asking him questions, was driving me crazy at the voracity of his current demeanor. He promised he'd behave.

"I just graduated last June, and haven't decided about college," he had said to someone, as my senses came back to me.

"My mom has been so helpful in figuring out my future." As he said that, his pinky made contact with my folds.

"Ummm honey," I cut-in, "Can I have a word, alone, with you?" Removing his hand from my thigh, I discreetly fixed my dress and fetched my shaul. "We'll be right back," I said, forcing a smile.

Walking with a purpose, Parker followed me outside the venue, into the hallway.

"What do you think you're doing!" I hissed, barely above a whisper. "I thought you understood to behave."

Parker, taking my hand, stealthily placed it against the front of his slacks. "I have a problem, mom. That's why," he quietly said, seemingly aggravated.

"Darn it Parker! Can't you wait until we leave gor the evening? We'll, most likely, be having sex most of the night anyway," I sighed, pleadingly.

"I can't help myself, mom," Parker perked up. "Your legs make me this way mom. You're so beautiful."

Oh Parker," I quietly mewled. "I apreciate the compliments but.."

"Mom," he cut in, his words now crisp. "Now.. We'll be quick."

Taking my hand, he led us to the elevator. Entering, nary a word was spoken, just a thickness in the air.

"DING!" As the doors opened, my son took my hand.

"Quickly, sweetheart," I softly said as he put our key against the door.

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7:10pm.

"CREAK! THUMP! THUMP! SQUEAK!"

The urgency in the room was apparent. Pumping my pussy like a madman, Parker was desperately trying to alleviate the ache he developed as we were im the ballroom.

"AHH!! AHH!! AHH!" He would shout, loud enough for passersby going to their respective rooms to hear.

"Yes! Oh ba..baby!" I moaned, watching my tits swinging beneath me. Bent over the edge of our bed, My ballroom gown had been pushed over my back. The sheer nylons on my legs now lowered to my hips, struggled to prevent runs from forming from the thrusting behind me. Pushing my bra over my breasts, had freed them for effect. Holding onto my hips, Parker was focused on the task at hand. With my head down, absorbing his assault, I was having my own difficulties.

"Oh Parker!" I panted, feeling each stab against my cervix. "Yes.. yes.. yes..," I breathlessly chanted, hearing Parker's lust-filled grunts in a battle with the actions our bed was partaking. Having one hand on the small of my back, and the other on my hips, Parker was slamming, relentlessly, into my matronly quim. With my face, turned sideways on the mattress, my tits, were smooshed agsinst the mattress, as well.

"Fuck mom, yes!" He'd repeat, deep in the throes of our incestuous mating.

"Fuck me, honey. Cum for me," I seductively stated, my hands, firmly griping the sheets.

Grasping my hips, fully, my son sped up his ministrations. "Ahh!! Ahh! I'm..I'm cum..cumming!" He'd shout, sensing his pending eruption.

Slamming into me, one last time, he pushed as far into my tunnel, Locking our lower regions together, I ultimately felt my reward. Wave after wave of whiteness painted my insides.

"Ohhhhh, Parker," I lovingly whimpered, "Empty it all into me, sweety," I added, feeling his balls pulsating.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, he finally backed off me, just a little. Still balls deep in me, I could feel his snake softening. Before he pulled out, I had him hand me the bath towel I'd gotten before we started this session. Pulling out of me, I quickly placed the towel under me, blocking the deluge wanting to pour from me. Breathing heavily, I lay there, half of my body on the bed, as my high heels were still flat on the ground.

Slowly adjusting my body, I had transformed into a sitting position, still applying pressure to my vagina. Slowly pulling my pantyhose over my tiny waist, I was able to lock the towel in place, under the nylon fabric. Looking at the young man standing before me and still wearing the button shirt he'd had on this evening He was in the process of starting to pull his slacks back up his legs.

The gloss emanating off his dick, blended with my vaginal secretions parlayed the result of our sinful indiscretions. Scooching of the beds edge, towel between my legs, my eyes never left his, as I took his phallus into my mouth. Engulfing his semi-hard manhood, I was intent on cleaning him off before we freshened up and made our way back to the festivities.

""GLUCK! SHLUCK! SLURP! GLUCK! GLUCK!" I immediately went to work, bobbing my head up and down.

"Fick mom," Parker cried, his pants, once again pooled over his shoes. "Suck my dick. God yes, mom."

Feeling a pulsing from his manhood, I was able to pull another, much lesser, load out of him. Swallowing the contents, I then released my suction and backed off his cock.

Shakily, I held a hand out to him, signifying my desire to stand. Helping me rise, I immediately waddled to the bathroom. As I sat on the toilet, I tossed the towel aside. Holding my dress open from the slit at my legs, I felt his spend cascading into the water. Once I was finished, I quickly freshened up, fixing my lipstick and hair. Cinching my bra back over my tits, I regained a semblance of a decent woman before applying perfume on me. No time for a shower, I intently worked to cover up the odoriferous aftermath.

Walking out, I saw Parker was, himself, fixed up.

Too tired to scold him, I simply said, "Better?" as I reached for my shawl.

"For now," he admitted, a sheepish grin on his face. "For now."

Leaving our room it was now 8pm. Having been gone almost an hour, we were secure in assuming our secret was still safe.

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Ch. 5 is underway.