MARY'S STORY
I am Mary. I am 43 years old married to a former college football star who has let himself go physically while I maintain a slim figure If I dress right, I can pass for much younger. We have a son, Mike.
It's been nearly two years since Mike left for a college halfway across the country. Needless to say, I miss him. As much as I hate to say it, I miss his cock almost as much as I miss him. We spent a few months fucking regularly. Well, technically it was not us, but was our role play personas, Mark and Marcy. I had felt that if we approached it by pretending to be other people, then I wasn't really having sex with my son.
Of course, it didn't work. I knew full well who it was. I suppose it did give some plausible deniability to the affair.
This whole thing started out with my husband's limp dick. It is not his fault. We tried all the tricks to get a suitable solution including the blue pills. And for a time, I was okay with oral and toys. Big Ed, my husband, did what he could and I thought I was content. Until one fateful night.
Ed was doing a great job of eating my pussy. Maybe a little too good. As I was starting to orgasm, I cried out something that would radically change things.
"I need you to fuck me."
That was it. Seemingly innocuous. Ed, took it differently.
"So you do miss getting fucked, don't you?"
It would have been so easy just to deny it. But I made the mistake of saying yes.
He was like a dog with a new toy.
"Who?
"What do you mean?"
"Who do you want to fuck you. Surely you have someone in mind. Someone from work? One of my friends?"
"No, I don't have anyone in mind."
With slight variations, that was all he talked about in bed. He was not angry, just persistent. But then something changed. He actually started to encourage me to find someone to satisfy me. I kept saying no, though I was warming up to the idea. It had been over 20 years since I had been with anyone other than Ed. Perhaps it was time.
We rocked along for awhile. There was a good bit of tension between us. Then it all came to a head after my son, Mike's 18 birthday party.
As usual, Ed was the life of the party, telling jokes and drinking. And, as usual , I avoided him.
It was a very small party. When it was over Ed was very drunk. In our bedroom, he immediately started the same old line of wanting me the 'find someone.'
I don't what I was thinking, but a name popped out of my mouth. "Mike."
"What about him?"
"WELLLL..."
"You can't be serious. Your son? No."
"I beg your pardon, you wanted me to pick someone and I did."
"But he is our son."
"Think about it. He is handsome, no disease, he undoubtedly will want too. And he's now legal."
"No!"
"It's my body and I say yes."
After a heated argument he realized it wasn't an argument he could win. We then set the ground rules. First Mike had to agree to it. We would role play as other people, so we would be able to deny that I had slept with my son. Lame, I know but at the time it made sense. It was fun to play Marcy. An older, slutty cheating married woman.
Everything went according to plan and we had several sessions of hot sex. But it had to end at least for awhile, until he got out of college. Even then he would likely move to another, bigger town.
I was okay without a surrogate for awhile, but eventually I got the same old craving. And Ed was again prompting me to find someone. That brought up the same old question of Who? When? How? What and Why were self answering.
Co-workers were not an option, and neither were friends. I didn't want the drama that might cause.
I remembered a call I had gotten from Mike from an unfamiliar number. I asked him about it and he said to hang on to it, it might come in handy when he's not around. I put it into my contacts list, almost forgetting about it.
I called it one evening after Ed had went to bed. I was feeling horny and even talking to a stranger sounded appealing. I was calling blind. It surely was a friend of Mike so it wouldn't be a total stranger. Unless someone else now had that number.
A deep voice answered the phone. "Hello"
"Hello, this is going to sound crazy. but your number was in my contacts and I wanted to see who it belonged to before I deleted it. My, uhh, nephew might have put it there. Do you know Mike Green?"
"Yes, I haven't seen him in a while, but I do know him. We went to school together in high school. My name is Dave."
"That's cool. Then I might have seen you sometime."
"Probably at a pool party. Always a lot of his friends there. I usually wore a yellow bikini with a lime pattern.''
"I do remember you. I certainly remember the bikini."
"Thanks, I think."
"So you are Mike's aunt?"
"Yes, I just got divorced and I'm staying with my brother Ed, Mike's dad. Before you ask, my ex-husband and Mary, Mike's mom ran off together. Mike is off at school. So it is just the two of us in a big house. Say, did Mike ever mention his Aunt Marcy?"
"I don't think so. He didn't talk a lot.
"No he doesn't."
"I'm glad I decided to check this number before deleting it. I needed to talk to someone tonight. That is, if you have time."
"I always have time for good looking women."
We talked into morning hours. He seemed like an intelligent young man and if I remembered him correctly, he was pretty cute as well. I told him that I had had a miserable marriage and was ready to have fun. He said he worked a lot and as a result he was not seeing anyone. We decided to meet on Friday at a popular restaurant.
