Ch. 1 When Dad's Away, Son Starts To Play
It was Friday evening and my husband, Duane, was out of town on business, again. My son, Alan and his girlfriend, Opal, were staying overnight because some work was being done on their house.
I'm Misty Lee, mid-fifties, natural blonde hair, blue eyes, 36c tits and maybe 15 pounds too heavy. Alan is the spitting image of his father, also blond hair and blue eyes, only taller, about 5'10" and in better shape. Opal is a good looking girl, big, not fat, but large boned, just the way Alan has always liked 'em. Both are in their late 20's.
Anyway, Friday night has always been date night and we're usually out with our friends Bill & Rachel. We've had a 10-year swinging relationship with them, and before that several threesomes, foursomes and moresomes over the past thirty + years of our marriage. But with Alan and Opal here, I felt the need to keep them company, so I knew I was destined for another late night with my friend, the pink pocket rocket.
To avoid a boring night, the three of us decided to go out to dinner. Alan & I had a glass of wine before we left, but Opal had to work in the morning, so she became the designated driver. We went to a nice neighborhood steak joint and Alan and I split a bottle of wine with dinner. We both became slightly tipsy and started playfully jabbing at each other during dinner.
"So mom, who are you taking to bed with you tonight, your pocket rocket, or one of your big boys?"
"What do you know about my plastic friends? Have you been using them?"
"Real funny, mom. I'm not gay."
"Well, maybe Opal needs something to satisfy her. Is your package lacking something?"
This went on all the way home, with the three of us having fun and laughing our asses off at all the sniping. When we got in the house, Opal said she was going upstairs to bed since she had to get up early. Alan also went upstairs to get on the computer and I went in to get ready for bed and changed into my nightgown.
It was a bit too early for me to sleep, so I went into the kitchen for a nightcap. I was wearing a dark blue satin nightie that ended just above my knees and nothing else. It was dark and as I was pouring myself a glass of port, someone came up behind me and started cupping my breasts.
"Alan, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
"Come on mom, you know you like it."
"I'm your mother, knock it off. You're drunk." Just then he pinched both my nipples and I couldn't stop the little moan that escaped my lips. My nipples are very sensitive and I just loved having them pinched, squeezed, sucked, whatever.
"Your voice says stop, but your moans say to keep going. You know you love this."
