The first time it happened was when we were coming out of church and I somehow tripped causing me to fall down the stairs. My son Adam moved as quick as a snake grabbing me by the arm. The way he did it jerked me around so that his other hand went under me clasping my breast. Adam is so strong he kept me from falling but his hand clasped around my breast so tight it hurt. Then as he jerked me up into his arms his knee came in contact with my pelvis area. Again his knee jammed up tight between my legs pressing hard against my clitoris.
This of course all happened in just a few seconds and I did not notice the bruises till later as I examined myself when it started to hurt. I was alone in my bedroom standing naked in front of the mirror on the bathroom door. There was a dark area, a bruise turning very dark blue under the hair in my pelvic area. It was very sore to the touch as I pulled my vagina open to see if it was bruised inside. It did not seem to be bruised inside but this was the first time I had fingered myself since before my husband died over three years ago.
Almost without thinking I started to rub my clitoris plus slip a finger tip inside just far enough to rub along the lips of my pussy. My Darling Pussy as my husband use to call it. "How is Miss Darling," he would ask me. I would always answer maybe you should check for yourself. If the time and location were right he would of course check it and we most often would end up making love. However after his untimely death I fell into a pattern that did not include any time for thoughts of sex or any kind of arousal self or otherwise.
Yet here I was this day looking at my self I the mirror and watching my own fingers playing gently in and around my pussy. It felt kind of good to once again feel something in that area. Masturbation was not unknown to me. My husband found it very erotic to watch me masturbate and then join me either by oral sex or sexual intercourse. I was remembering just how erotic it was to have my husband go down on me just as I was about to reach a climax from masturbation. He would finish me off in a way that drove me wild. I am one of those ladies that actually have an external flow when I climax. Well most of the time any way. He loved it and would lick me I until I came to a screaming halt shivering and jerking on the come down trail. I had my eyes closed remembering all those wonderful things from the past when I felt strange.
I opened my eyes looking toward the hall door I though I saw it close that last fraction of an inch. Maybe it did move maybe not. I was not sure. However, I was too excited to stop what I was doing to worry about it. I went to the bed locking the door on the way. Once on the bed I arched my back and finished my masturbation with a climax of proportions unknown to me in the last three ears. I almost passed out if was so intense.
I laid there for along time half dreaming have thinking of how it had been my love life, how I had enjoyed sex in so many ways and still felt the need for some kind of sexual gratification. Then I felt my breasts I found one very sore and sensitive at the same time. I closed my eyes and could feel my son strong hand on my breasts. The nipple grew harder as I let my mind dream of things that should not be.
A shower and rest put me back into the mother mood. I was fixing dinner while wondering if I would eat alone or if my son would fine his way home tonight. Lately he has been staying out longer. It seems he has found a girl that he enjoys spending time with. He has only told me that she is tall, sexy and very lovely. But at eighteen I am sure every girl he meets would be sexy and very pretty. But as I would soon fine out she was all that and more like very near my age. Oh, yes his new ladylove turned out to be only three years younger than my thirty-eight years. That's it; my son was screwing a thirty five year old woman and loving it. He brought her to dinner just a few days later and as best I could I tried to play the sweet accepting mother. But the first time I was alone with his love I asked her just how old she was. Smiling as if it were nothing of any importance she said, " Why, I am thirty five. Not too old for Adam or is that what your thinking?"
"Well as a matter of fact that I just what I was thinking. But on the other hand if your just having an affair so you can enjoy a young mans sexual drive then I can under stand it." I said, straight out looking her in the eye.
