My Son's Divorce

My name is Angela but most people call me Annie. I am 57 years old and married to Gerald. Well, maybe the word 'married' is not the right definition for the status our relationship is in. We hardly talk to each other let alone share any kind of physical contact, intimate or just caring. This started long ago and our marriage kept deteriorating over the last, say, twelve years. We stayed together because I was past willing to start all over again with someone new and strange. Somehow I couldn't find the strength to start the struggle for a new life. And, I'll be honest, Gerald has a big and profitable company so our life is comfortable and rich with everything that comes with it: the big house, the cars, the luxury etc.

I am a full time house wife, although I did have a few jobs in the past. Somehow my career never got the right lift off and now I am quite content with how I fill my days: reading, gardening, playing tennis or working out, visiting a friend and basically being pretty relaxed all day.

We have one child, Jack, who is my pride and joy and, you could say, the love of my life. All they say about mothers and their eldest sons is true. I have one big blind spot and that spot is Jack. Jack is, by any one's standards a good looking tall man of 35. Recently he divorced his high school sweetheart Eveline and he lives about 5 kilometers from our house in a very nice apartment on the top floor of a huge building. It was quite a shock to learn that he left Eveline after she told him she'd found someone she liked better than my Jack. That was about 6 months ago.

He stayed with us for a few weeks while his rented apartment was being refurbished, partly by himself but for the most part by professionals. Having him back home for a while was fantastic and when he left us to go and live on his own I had a severe touch of empty nest syndrome all over again. The good thing was that his new address is very close to us, so visiting was easy and I did do so on a regular basis.

Recently I felt that the strain on my marriage with Gerald was starting to get to me a bit more than it used to do. The simple and basic human needs for physical contact, and I'm not talking about sex although it wouldn't harm of course, like kissing or hugging started to weigh down on me. I found it difficult to talk to anyone about it until last night when I visited Jack and he brought up the subject as he, apparently, was going through the same feelings himself. The conversation started after he had made us coffee, proudly showing off his new espresso machine with all the trimmings.

'Mum' he started, 'I know your relationship with Dad isn't the best and I wonder how you cope with not having the physical aspect of a relationship. I left Eveline about six months ago and already I'm craving some sort of social contact, intimate or otherwise.'

I told him about our marital problems a couple of years ago and Jack, not being the biggest fan of his Dad, was well aware of my predicament on that front. 'Well, to be honest, lately I'm starting to feel the need more than in the beginning. I don't know if age has anything to do with it, after all I'm past menopause now, but I do feel the need for a hug, a kiss or something similar more and more. Makes me feel a bit jealous of people that do seem to have a more loving marriage or relationship.'

Jack frowned and said 'don't be too jealous of what appears to be a happy marriage' and he gave me a wink 'I can testify to the opposite.'

We continued talking and then he said, 'we have never been very hugging and touching either. What do you think is the reason for that?' I looked at him, trying to find the appropriate wording, and said 'well, I suppose it's not something we feel comfortable in doing. I mean, ever since puberty I didn't think you'd appreciate a hug from your mother, being the big grown up man you were becoming so rapidly. And later, after you started dating and after your marriage with Eveline, I thought a mother should keep her distance a bit. You know what they say about mothers in law, and all that.' This time I gave him a wink and he smiled back to me.

He nodded in agreement and thought about my explanation for a few seconds.

Suddenly he got up and said 'Ah, before I forget. I found an old picture of you, emptying the last of the boxes that came out of storage. It had obviously been stowed away sometime during my marriage, possibly Eveline put it in that box. Anyway, that picture shows you, I'm guessing, twenty years or so ago. You were a very hot looking woman.' He got up, leaving me blushing, and came back, seconds later, with a picture a metal frame. It seemed he had it on the bed side table and he gave it to me smiling. 'You see, pretty hot!'

The picture showed me in a black dress with subtle royal blue patterns. My hair was longer than I wore it now and was almost blonde, more or less my natural color. The dress ended above the knees and the heels on the shoes were very thin and very high. I must admit it was quite flattering. 'Pretty good ehh' he grinned, 'I love that picture. Any idea as for which occasion it was taken?'

I looked at the picture again but the background didn't give any clues as to where or why it was taken.

'I have really no idea. I expect it to be just before some sort of party I had to go to with your Dad. Looks like something for dinner only. Even then I only wore shoes with heels like that when I knew I'd be sitting down most of the time.'

Jack looked at the picture again, 'In my memory you always wore those kind of shoes.'

I laughed 'I can honestly tell you that I wasn't. I loved high heeled shoes but most of the ones I wore frequently had a more decent height.'

Jack looked at me and said 'when was the last time you've dressed up like that for a dinner or a party?' I had to think about that and replied 'I'd say that must have been for my fiftieth birthday. We took you and Eveline, uncle Jerry and his partner to that fancy Asian place.'

'Wow, that long. I bet you miss that too.' I confirmed that but added 'But it is the company that matters most and makes the occasion special, not per se the clothes.'

Jack nodded in agreement and then suddenly his eyes lit up. 'I have an idea' he said 'how about we go for a nice dinner together this coming Saturday. We dress up, order nice food, a rich wine and maybe afterwards we can go and have drink somewhere.'

My heart jumped while I thought about that for a bit and said 'That is a great idea, I will have to find something to wear though and I can't drink too much as I'll have to drive back home.' Jack waved his hand and said 'you can take a taxi or, better still, you can spend the night here. I have a spare bedroom as you know. And, as for finding something to wear, why don't you come early on Saturday afternoon and we can go and do some shopping together. I'm not quite sure whether my wardrobe contains the appropriate attire to accompany a woman as beautiful as you so I'll need something new too.' More winks, more laughter and we agreed upon meeting at 1.30 P.M the following Saturday.

'One more thing' he said 'I suggest that from now on we allow ourselves to be a bit more touchy feely. A hug, a kiss, a tender stroke, you know, the loving kind, not the in love kind.' I loved that idea and told him so. The one question I had was about the kissing. 'Do you mean the peck on the cheek or the slight brushing of the forehead?' Jack shook his head 'Well those are OK of course but I kinda mean a kiss on the lips, sort of like the husband-and-wife-coming-home-kiss, like.'

His cheeks turned red again and I couldn't help thinking about how that would feel. Kissing my son on the lips? That might have been at least 30 years ago. Looking forward? Oh yeah! Implications, oh my God, so many. But no time for that right now.

Jack was talking again. 'Do you think that's strange? A son and a mother being more physically close?' I hesitated but said after a few seconds 'I don't think it is very strange at all. It's just that we are not used to doing that sort of thing. I know for sure there are families where this is very normal. I also know that there are countries and cultures where being far more physical in relationships between parents and children is the norm rather than the exception. So no, I don't think it's strange. It might take a bit of getting used to. Trying to figure out what works for us, what we like and what not.'

He got up and asked if I wanted something to drink. He came back from the kitchen with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. While he poured I asked him whether he had more of those pictures. He told me that he had plenty but somehow this one was special to him. When I asked him why, he took a large sip from his wine and said 'Well, this is really how I remember you. How I like to remember you from my childhood. I promised myself when I was much younger that, when I would marry, the woman I'd be married too should look like you look in that picture.'

Well now, so there it was. Jack used to have a bit of a crush on his mother during puberty. Although not uncommon at all, so many boys his age go through that phase, it's just that until this evening I had no idea Jack had those feelings too.

We drank our wine and talked some more. I asked him where he wanted to go to have dinner. 'Oh, I thought about that. I was thinking the Pink Pheasant.' I looked at him and said 'are you sure? That is a very fancy restaurant.' He laughed at me and responded 'Yeah, I know, but nothing but the best for my girl.' We both laughed and I thought about it that I really needed something fancy to wear. 'And the shopping? Any idea as to where you want to go?' He told me that the new mall had just opened and that there were supposed to be quite a few nice and independent shops, especially for clothes. So, the new mall it was.

I finished my wine and then told him I needed to go home. He looked disappointed but got up with me and walked me to the door. He helped me into my coat when I said 'How about that hug and kiss you promised me' We opened our arms and hugged for a few seconds. Then our heads turned simultaneously and I felt his lips touching mine for maybe a second. It was a stiff lipped, dry sort of kiss. Nothing welcoming or warm. We let go and I said with a grin 'well, as far as kisses go, that was quite similar to the ones I'm used to getting at home.'

We both laughed and hugged once more. We tried kissing again and this time I made sure I licked my lips in order for them not to be as dry as before. Apparently he'd done the same and our lips touched a few seconds longer as our moist lips paired. It was a lovely feeling. After reluctantly breaking loose, this time Jack spoke first 'well, that felt a lot better I hope.' I nodded 'certainly so. It seems we do need a bit of practice though so this was really a good idea. One for the road?' He hugged me again and we were both a bit quicker than the previous time. I was still licking my lips before touching his again making contact with his moist and soft lips. I felt his tongue brush my lips and I'm certain he felt mine too. I kept my lips where they were. I couldn't help myself but the feeling was wonderful. He licked his lips again and I felt him ever so slightly touch my tongue. We both stiffened and after maybe two more seconds we both let go of the hug and kiss.

'Bye Mum.' He said and when the elevator door opened I stepped in with a short wave of my arm 'bye son'. I couldn't help myself and I blew him a kiss and added 'Love you Jack, see you Saturday.'

I drove home slowly. The events of the evening were racing through my mind. Our rather intimate conversation culminating in those kisses, including the light touching of our tongues unintentional or not, had brought about a flood of thoughts and ideas. I felt thrilled, strangely aroused, confused and very much looking forward to this coming weekend. Thrilled I was mostly because tonight was the first time for ages since I'd had this kind of confidential talk with Jack. The mother -son connection was there again, like never before even. The reason for being aroused was probably the strangest of them all. A mother should not be aroused by an unintentional kiss on the lips from her son. But, it wasn't unintentional at all. The slight brushing of our tongues was, perhaps, but the kisses were meant to be as they were. I loved those kisses, could still taste them, and frankly, already I hoped there would be plenty more of those.

I was pretty much convinced that we could or might have more of this, given the fact that Jack more or less confessed to having a puberal crush on me and, proven by showing me the picture, hadn't really gotten over it. That bordered on incest though which was where the confusion came in. Incestuous feelings, because that was what this seemed to be, or at least close to it, was illegal and in all intentions wrong, wasn't it?

No doubt, that was how society would look at it. Then again, who was to know? And, more importantly, how far would these feelings take us, take me and especially Jack. Was this hugging and kissing proposal really only brought on by a need for physical attention? And, if so, was a mere hug and kiss enough to satisfy his lack of contact with a woman? Was his fond memory of me, all dressed up in party clothes, slightly colored by a slumbering perversity about older women. Weren't these arousing feelings raging through younger men, his age and younger, because of their alluring prospect of experience and caring love? I had no answer to any of these questions right now.

I did however feel great. I felt very much alive, almost like being in love in my teens which made me giggle a bit and also made me feel a tiny bit embarrassed because I knew I shouldn't feel that way. Still, I did have those feelings and enjoyed my ride home. With Saturday only a few days away I needed to give all of this some real deep thoughts and make up my mind about how to act and react on the things to come. I hadn't reached a conclusion when I drove up the driveway at our house and parked the car in front of the garage. Gerald had already gone to bed and I decided not to wake him and went to the spare bedroom. We often spent the nights separate when one or the other came home later.

In bed I couldn't help thinking about the evening and the things Jack and I had talked about. I licked my lips and could almost taste my son again. My right hand appeared to have a mind of its own and went south towards my vaginal regions almost immediately. I felt I was very wet and my clit was swollen like it hadn't been for a long, long time. It took me less than two minutes to feel my orgasm build up and when it came it was overpowering. I felt a need to scream but of course I couldn't because Gerald was in the room adjacent to mine. Having to be completely silent made the orgasm even more intense and wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. I didn't specifically envisaged Jack in my fantasies although he was there in a somehow blurry picture. Just before I came though I licked my lips and pictured him giving me a real deep French kiss. That pushed me over the edge. My orgasmic feelings lingered while I still played with my clit and wet pussy. Wow, this was heavy stuff and somehow all the more promising. Again I felt embarrassed, as well as slightly ashamed, but I also felt pleasantly happy and fulfilled. And when I woke up some eight hours later, these feelings were still in the back of my mind.

I took my morning shower and decided I was going to let Jack take the lead this coming Saturday and that, whatever he suggested, I'd play along and help him with whatever he wished to achieve. I had two days to get ready for the weekend and, because we planned to go shopping for clothes, I had quite a few things to plan and do: get a haircut and have my hair dyed the right color, get a thorough manicure and a pedicure, remove all the hair in places I didn't want them, including down under, practicing walking on high heels again and all those other things women do to make the perfect impression on a date. I would work out a few times too in order to firm up a tiny bit. Although, of course, nothing could be achieved in a few days it was a self-confidence thing to know I'd done everything to be able to put on the picture I knew Jack was hoping for.

That Saturday I arrived at Jack's apartment around 1.30 PM. In the car I applied a lip moisturizing cream and while going up in the elevator I had been licking my lips to make sure that our first kiss today would be, at least in intensity, close to the last one earlier this week.

Jack opened the door. Clearly thrilled to see me he held out his arms. We briefly hugged on the doorstep and then walked in. He took my coat and then quickly hugged me again. Instantly his lips found mine and it was absolute bliss. We stood with our lips pressed together, hugging each other like lovers. After a few seconds we let go. He looked at me and said, 'I'm so glad you're here. And really looking forward to tonight.' He kissed me again and I could just feel his tongue brushing my lips and I stuck out my tongue a little as well. He smelled great and I was a bit overwhelmed. We went into the living room and I sat down on the couch while he made us some coffee. We talked a bit about the weather, a friend of his that called yesterday and just lovely chitchat. Jack was his charming self and we enjoyed each other's company.

After we finished our coffee we drove to the mall.

The place was packed with families shopping and it was quite noisy. After maybe an hour and a half we had both found what we were after and we agreed to have something to eat and drink. Just before we reached the restaurant we walked past a new shoe store I had never seen before. It had some of the highest heels I had ever seen and most of the shoes fell into the 'knock-me-over-and-fuck-me' variety. A good part of the collection was simply scandalous but more than a few actually looked absolutely stunning. I saw Jack looking at a pair of black, over the knee, boots with a twelve cm heel which he seemed to like. I went inside followed by my son and asked for those boots in the right size. In short, they fitted like a glove. And, to my huge surprise, they were quite comfortable to walk with. I decided they would go very nicely with the classic black dress I had bought at the mall and was planning on wearing tonight during dinner. I thought they were quite an improvement on my nine cm classic black pumps. Jack then surprised me by pointing out a pair of bedroom mules that would be quite fitting in the boudoir of a brothel. Black velvet with golden marabou fur combined with a ten cm heel, made from mother of pearl. They were extremely sexy and Jack looked at them with a look in his eyes that could only be described as horny. He said 'I'll get you a pair of those Mum, they are so feminine and something you could have worn so many years ago.'

So, there we had it again. Jack was still living his young boy dream and fantasy. This time extending over seductive bedroom slippers. It was amusing and flattering at the same time.

Before I came over to Jack that afternoon I had done my best to look good. My nails were half a centimeter longer than they usually were, my hair had that perfect warm blonde color that I know he loved because it reminded him of so many years ago. I had put the basis of my make-up on already with the intention of perfecting it later that afternoon before we'd go to the restaurant.

When we sat in the car with our shopping bags on the back seat I leaned into him and gave him a kiss on the cheek saying 'thank you for this afternoon and the lovely shoes.' He looked at me and said 'I think that deserves a real kiss.' When I nodded in agreement he bend his head towards mine. I grabbed his head with both hands on his cheeks and kissed him full on the lips with my lips wet and slightly parted. This time the kiss lasted quite a bit longer and we rubbed our lips together like newlyweds. I felt his tongue several times and he will certainly have felt mine too. We came very close to real French kissing and I felt my juices starting to flow. A quick stolen glance at the region of Jacks crotch showed that he too felt some excitement. I felt crazy and I almost compared it to having sex in a place where you can be discovered any minute; dangerous but very exciting and sexy.