I am a mother to my son Paul, aged 19 and my daughter Siobhan. I have been divorced for almost six years. This story is about my night I first had sex with Paul.
I was at a family wedding along with Paul, Siobhan and her boyfriend. Paul and I had booked separate rooms at the hotel that night and Yvonne was spending the night at a local B & B with her boyfriend.
The wedding reception was well under way and for the most part, I sat with Paul having a few drinks and chatting away. Paul was a quiet boy and had a few short romances with several girls, but nothing serious.
We had been up dancing together in the early on in the night and with only about an hour left to go before the reception was over, the band was playing a number of slow pieces. Paul asked me up again for another dance and of course, I accepted his offer. I had never slow danced with him before.
Paul was looking smart in his dark grey suit and I was wearing a light summery knee-length dress. I put my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist. We danced slowly along to the music and as we did so, had a few quick conversations with the other people on the floor as they past by. We knew almost everybody who was there.
The second slow song had just begun, when I looked at Paul and gave him a big hug, pulling him close as I did so. I realised straight away that he had an erection. I could feel it pressing against me as we hugged.
It felt strange at first, knowing that my Paul was getting turned on by his mother, but he was a young lad and no as hot blooded as any other young male. When I got over the initial surprise of feeling his erection pressed against my body, I remember thinking to myself about how embarrassed he must be so I pulled him a bit closer and said to him that he might have a bit of bother walking back to his seat. He just smiled at me and I smiled back, pushing my waist forward slightly and pressing my body against his erection. As I did so, he tightened his grip around my waist.
As the slow pieces were about to finished, I tugged him gently and began to dance him towards our seats. When we were close enough to the seating area, I quickly turned my back and pulled him along by the hand so that he could walk behind me, hoping that would help to hide his erection until we were back in our seats. It all happened very quickly and I think it all went unnoticed by the other guests.
Safely back in our seats, we both took a good drink from our glasses to settle ourselves down. I was not sure what to say next, so, using the table as cover, I discreetly took hold of his hand and told him quietly that it was nothing to be embarrassed about, that it was normal and I had seen it all before. He told me he was okay and that he hadn't expected it to happen and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. I placed his hand on my lap and began to stroke his finger but more so as a comfort rather than for sexual reasons. Having felt his erection against my body when we were dancing, I admit that I was a bit aroused but again, that was normal to me. Since my divorce, I had never been with another man and therefore had never fulfilled my sexual desires except through masturbation.
Finally, the wedding reception ended and we all began to make our way back to our hotel rooms while Siobhan took off with her boyfriend. I wasn't feeling tired and neither was Paul, so I invited him into my room so we sit for a few hours and have a nice quiet chat together.