It was at the food court in the mall one day where it started.
June is out running a lot of end of summer errands, shopping for that last weekend trip to the lake, looking for bargains in new clothes for the fall, picking up what her son and daughter need to go back to college. She gets a burger combo from one of the eateries and sits at a small table by a faux palm tree and shrub, not far from the central water fountain.
As she opens her meal she is mentally listing the few tasks left on her list. That's when she first hears the voices. Two woman are trying to speak to each other in whispers but against the background noise of the food court it is rather loud whispering. She can't hear everything that is being said but what she hears is quite surprising. She glances around to see who was whispering so loudly. Two women were sitting sort of kitty corner to her table on the other side of the tree and shrub. She can't see much more then their heads. One was a red head with big curls the other had dark brown hair swept back behind her shoulders.
"Marge, I'm so glad you told..." the first woman is saying. Some of it is drowned out by the room noise. "... with your son. I never thought ... with ... son. But ... best sex I ever had."
June tries not to hear an obviously private conversation. She tries to listen to the sound of the fountain. But she keeps hearing parts of what they are saying.
The second woman says, "I was nervous the first time, I mean who wouldn't be ... with your ... got started though it was heavenly ... Even though.. your ... son and shouldn't have, Karen... I told you my secret."
June hears them despite her effort at diversion. She guesses that one of them is saying she had sex with the other's son and she's apparently OK with it. It's getting harder for her to avoid eavesdropping.
Marge says, "Now we both ... hot secret. .... Both ... and your son ... but we can't tell anyone... keeping dirty secrets.
Karen says, "Yes, both of us ... secrets... best sons, don't we?""
June can't tell whether they are talking about the same son. Are they having sex with each other's son? It sounds crazy. She thinks about the sons of several of her own friends. A few are very good looking but she certainly doesn't want sex with any of them. And she would be mortified to talk to his mother about it if she did. She tries to get her focus back on the water fountain and her remaining errands.
The two women are getting up to leave. They've given up the pretense of whispering.
Marge says, "I'm so glad we got together and could talk again. We'll have to compare notes again soon. You're the only one I can talk to about it."
"Yes, maybe after next week," Karen replies.
Marge says, "Say hello to your son for me. How's he doing? I haven't seen him around."
"He's been in California the last two months, managing the opening of his company's new branch office there. He's coming back next week and I bought a new sexy nightie to wear for him. I'll call in a few days and we'll set something up."
Marge says, "Bye, Karen."
June is sipping on her soda as she processes what she just heard. If Karen's son is in California who's son was Marge talking about? And why does Karen want to wear a sexy nightie for her own son? She almost spits up her soda when she realizes what it means. No, it can't be, she thinks. With their own sons? It's weird. What kind of mother does that? She had heard of such crazy things. In far away places like New Zealand. With perverts. But here? Two of them? She decides she is glad she doesn't know either of them and won't have to talk to them knowing what she just overheard. She finishes her lunch and tries to put that out of her thoughts.
As she walks through the mall she glances at the displays in the store windows to divert her thoughts. Then she is grateful for the distraction of the radio in her car and in a few minutes that strange conversation is out of her mind. The details of her tasks keep her on focus while she finishes her last few errands and heads back home.
By the time June arrives home she has tucked memory of that curious conversation safely away and was back to fretting all the usual details and preparations of daily life. She put items for the weekend trip straight into the van they would be driving up in. The rest of her shopping haul she brings into the house. After putting away the perishable groceries she gets a glass of water. Standing by the kitchen sink, looking out the window into the back yard she sees her son, Jason. He and his dad had spent time trimming tree branches and brush from the perimeter the day before and now Jason is hauling the cuttings out to the curb for pick up. He's wearing a tank top and blue jeans. He has worked up a bit of a sweat.
She watches as he picks up a rather large limb. The afternoon sun glistens on the large and well toned muscles of his arms and shoulders. She remembers times when he was much younger, eagerly helping his dad, always trying to show off how strong he was by picking up the biggest cuttings and struggling to drag them out to the curb. She admires what a big strong man her little boy has grown up to be and thinks how lucky the girl who lands him as a husband will be. And how hot her wedding night will be. Visions of her son in bed with his bride spring to her mind.
Those thoughts make her blush and feel ashamed of herself because they arouse a yearning she knows she shouldn't feel. She turns away from the window and tries to focus her thoughts on putting away the rest of the groceries. Yet as she does, parts of that overheard conversation keep popping into her mind. Could it really as be exciting and good as they were saying? She wishes she could stop remembering what she had heard. She decides to pour herself a drink and watch some TV to get her mind off it.
Jason finished the yard work and came in the house. He drinks a glass of water then heads upstairs to take a shower. Passing by the family room he notices his mom watching TV. "Hi Mom! I didn't know you were home. The brush is all cleared up and I'm going upstairs to clean up and pack my things for the trip."
"OK. Your dad will be home in an hour and we'll leave right after that. Your sister Hannah, will meet us at the lake. I'm not cooking tonight. We'll stop on the way and eat dinner."
Jason goes up to his room, takes off his sweaty clothes off, throws on his robe and heads to the shower. When he closes the bathroom door behind him he does not notice that it hasn't latched. He turns on the water and waits a bit for it to warm up then he drops his robe and gets in. He had been looking forward to the trip to the lake. He knows that some of the old gang will be there, the lake kids who, like him, had grown up spending summers there. He was especially hopeful that Sharon or Gertie would be there. Or both. As he showers he thinks about what happened in the cabana the year Sharon turned eighteen and they both lost their virginity late one night. His cock starts to get hard remembering it and he encourages it. He lathers his hand and washes his balls then slides his slippery hand up his cock as it grows fully erect.
