Dawn Dennings looked at herself in the mirror, it had been three years since her divorce and she felt that she was finally ready to get back out there. Well that isn't exactly true, but as a woman in the prime of her life she could not go any longer without sex. After her husband had walked out on her, she had been devastated. For sixteen years she had dedicated herself to her husband and to raising their son. Then out of the blue her husband sold his business, filed for divorce, and moved to California with his secretary. Looking back, Dawn knew that she should have seen it coming, but she had allowed herself to be blind to all of the signs.
When her husband had stopped making love to her, she had convinced herself that it was just because he was getting older and had his business to focus on, so she gave him more support and encouragement. After a year without sex, she had convinced herself that it was because she had put on a few pounds, so she started a gym regimen and turned her body into a tight and toned, sculpted masterpiece. After two years she convinced herself that it was because she needed to spice things up in their lives, so she had begun to dress in ways that better showed off her body. She took classes in massage therapy, and sexual awareness, and even added pole dancing to her workout repertoire.
Just after their son, Chad, had turned sixteen her husband didn't come home from work one day. One day became two, became three, and then a lawyer came in his place. The lawyer informed Dawn that her husband was filing for divorce, and presented her with settlement papers. Her husband had been in the tech industry and thanks to a game app that they had created, his business had sold for north of eight figures. The lawyer presented her with a settlement offer that was roughly 50% of what he had made off of the sale of the business, and a letter from her husband. In stunned silence she accepted the offer and signed the papers for the lawyer, who arranged for the transfer of funds into her account and took care of arranging to switch the titles and deeds for the car and house into her name.
The letter would sit unopened on her dresser for weeks as she fought to deal with her new reality, and to help her son transition through it. When she finally opened the letter, she thought that she was fully prepared for whatever she would read, she was wrong. She had already figured that he had left her for someone else, but never imagined that someone would be his secretary, Brian. The thought that she had been passed over for another woman hurt, but she had been coming to grips with it, but she did not know how to deal with being left for a man. It should have been easier to take, she simply didn't possess the equipment that her husband desired, but it wasn't. The questions that it brought up sent her into a whole different battle within herself. Had he always been gay, had she done something to cause him to embrace that lifestyle? Why had her care and dedication not been enough to make him love her?
Over the past three years Dawn had come to terms with the questions she could answer, and learned to live with the ones that she could not. She added a room onto the side of the house, and opened her own massage studio. Though she could afford to be particular about her clients, she became very popular with many of the married woman in town, so she was able to turn away male clientele. Secretly Dawn wasn't certain that she would have been able to control her sexual urges if she was constantly massaging male clients. With some semblance of stability returned to their lives, she was able to give her son the support and guidance that he needed, and also put off moving on with her romantic life until Chad was older.
Although Chad had been close to his father, their relationship had largely focused around computers and gaming. When his father left, Chad had turned away from his life online and taken his talents into the real world. With the help of his mother, her knowledge of fitness, and lots of hard work, Chad had transformed from an overweight couch potato, into a hard bodied young man. Chad had become a top athlete at his school lettering in both baseball and basketball. He had also studied hard and was set to graduate in the top 15% of his class just two months from now. Dawn could not be more proud of her son and the way that he had dedicated himself to school. He had also stepped up big time around the house, filling the vacated shoes that his father had never quite filled anyway.
Mother and son worked well together, keeping a yard and a house that were both nearly immaculate. Although Dawn could easily have paid someone to take care of the lawn, or had a maid service for the house, she saw how much pride Chad took in helping out and she came to enjoy the quiet symbiosis they had developed. Like two sides of a coin, they seemed to complete one another, and as his graduation approached, Dawn knew that Chad would soon need to move on to a life of his own. That meant that it was time for her to get back on with her life as well.
Dawn had developed a few single friends through her business and they were always pushing her to go out on the town with them. So tonight would be the night. Dawn had transformed through the years from a love struck teen at marriage, to a young mother at 20, to years as a dedicated wife, to the now sure and self sufficient woman who stared back at her from the mirror. Dawn would never be called conceited, but she knew that she was still a very attractive and liberated woman at 38. Short, at just 5 foot 2, she kept her body perfectly toned, from her perky 36C breasts, to her 32 inch hips. She had chosen a red long-sleeved knit dress, with a loose ruffled neck, for her evening out. Beneath it she wore a light tan colored slip just to ensure that it would not be see through, but because she loved to feel unencumbered, she wore nothing beneath the slip.
The thought of going out in public in a short-ish dress, while going commando and possible bearing her cleanly shaven pussy, excited her more than she thought it would. As did the thought of meeting someone that she may choose to go home with. She hadn't been with a man in more than six years and was by no means a woman of easy virtue, but one benefit of the marriage she had been in was that she no longer associated sex with love. The ability to go home with a man for sex and not worry if he calls again was something that her mind told her she was prepared for, and a huge part of her was dying to test out the theory. Six years of fingers, vibrators, and dildos was quite enough, she thought, bring on the flesh.
Caught up in her own thoughts, she only lightly registered the sound of the front door opening to signal that Chad was home from his baseball game. She had not expected him to be home before she left, but slipping on a pair of 4 inch heels, Dawn made her way downstairs to get her son's opinion on her dress and make sure that nothing was wrong since he was home early. Following the sounds, she found her son standing in the kitchen still dressed in his uniform. Dawn knew that it was unusual for Chad not to shower and change before coming home, adding to her suspicion that something was wrong.
"Hi mom, Damn, nice dress!"
"Thank you. How did the game go?"
"Okay I guess, but Coach sent me out early."
"Why? What happened?"
"Well, I caught a fly ball as it went over the fence, and hit the wall pretty hard, been having trouble lifting my arm ever since. Coach thinks I pulled a muscle in my chest, so he took me out of the game and sent me home to make sure I didn't do any more damage to it. He gave me some ointment and told me to ice it down good."
As if to emphasize the fact, Chad winced hard as he tried to lift a glass of water to his mouth, and nearly dropped the glass.
"Okay, I've seen enough."
Dawn walked over and took the glass from her son's hand. Lifting it to his lips, she slowly helped him drink several sips from it.
"I could have just used my other hand, mom." He laughed.
Dawn smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry, sometimes motherly instincts are impossible to fight."
Setting the glass down, Dawn began to examine her son's chest with light poking and prodding. Making a note of his reactions as she touched around his chest, she quickly finished her examination.
"Okay, go grab a quick shower, and then meet me in my studio. You need to get the muscles loosened up before you put on any ice or that ointment."
"Don't sweat it mom, I can't let you give up your night out just for this."
"Give up my night out? It's not going to take that long to work out that knot in your Pecs. Sherri and Barb aren't coming to pick me up until around 8 and its only 5:30 now so there is plenty of time."
"No really, mom it's alright."
"Don't make me pull rank on you!" Dawn smiled, "Now strip down and hit the showers while I get my table ready."
Chad rugged his shoulders and walked down the hall to his bedroom, where he began to take off his uniform. Easing his shirt off, he thought about his mother and the strong woman that she had become. Not that she was ever weak, but he still marveled at the way she had come through everything that his father had put her through. She had always taken care of him, but after his father left, she had become his everything. He made his way into the bathroom wearing just his boxers and started the water to let it warm up. Removing the boxers, he pictured his mother briefly in that red dress, specifically how well it fit her tight body. He shook his head momentarily to keep his thoughts appropriate for a son about his own mother. Chad was happy that his mother was finally going to get back in the saddle by hitting the bars tonight. He knew that it must have been difficult for her to be without companionship for so long. Though he wanted to see her happy, a part of him was jealous that he may have to share her if she found someone that she was interested in.
As the warm water washed over him, Chad reflected on all of the happiest memories he had with his mother over the past few years. Their trips to the beach, shared workouts and yoga lessons, birthday dinners and lazy Christmas mornings, Chad cherished every moment of the time he spent with her. His mother had no other family to speak of as her parents, who had been older when she was born, had both passed away. She had a few cousins out west, but they rarely kept in touch other than through social media. Yet even through all of what must be great loneliness, his mother always had a ready smile and a cheerful disposition. Chad suddenly realized that he had been fondling himself while thinking of his mother, and stared at his hands in disbelief, as if they had minds of their own. Rinsing off the soap, Chad quickly exited the shower and dried himself before wrapping a fresh towel around his waist and heading to his mother's studio room.
Dawn admired her son's muscular chest as he entered the studio. She had seen it many times before, but rarely paid it much attention. She had always known that her son had a fit body, but had never given thought to it as a "man's" body before now, but what a body it was. Surprised by the thought, she blamed it on her mind being focused on the possibility of getting laid tonight, and shook it off.
"I'll start on your shoulder to make sure that your latissimus and trapezius are loose before working directly on your Pecs, so undo the towel and face down on the table."
As Chad prepared to remove the towel, he realized that in his hurry and confusion, after groping himself in the shower, he had forgotten to grab fresh boxers from his room.
"Crap, I forgot to grab fresh boxers when I got out of the shower, I'll be right back."
"Nonsense, I'm your mother and I'm a professional. Besides you will be covered by a towel from the waist down anyway."
"No, I'll get some shorts it'll only take a minute, mom."
Dawn walked up to her son with her hands on her hips.
"Hope you don't talk back to your coach that way! No need to be shy, Chad, I have seen it all before. I'll even turn around if it will make you more comfortable, now up you go."
