Athena Goes To A Party

Martin had been invited to a twenty-first birthday party. On the morning of the party day, Susan, his girl friend, had rung to say she was in bed with influenza, and would be unable to accompany him. This was a nuisance because all the others would be paired off, and he would be on his own.

He talked the situation over with his mother, Athena, saying he had a good mind not to go. He could send his birthday gift and make his excuses.

Athena said it would be a pity for him not to go as he had been looking forward to it so much. Would Susan mind if he could get another girl to go with him?

Martin pointed out that all the girls he knew were already going to the party with their boyfriends, and in any case, Susan probably would mind.

Athena took on a thoughtful manner, then asked, "Would you take me?"

Martin was somewhat startled by this suggestion. After all, what boy wanted to take his mother to a party, especially the sort of party this was likely to be? Not wishing to hurt his mother's feelings, he equivocated saying, "I don't think you would like it. It'll be too noisy for you, and there'll only be young people there."

Athena became a little coy, and taking his hand said, "Oh, go on, take me. I'll make myself look especially nice for you."

Martin still doubted the wisdom and went on, "I don't think…"

"Oh, please, Martin," Athena cut in. "Your father hates parties and I haven't been to one in years. He's away for a couple of days, so please, let me go with you."

His mother's pleading voice decided Martin, however reluctantly, and he said, "Oh, all right. We need to be there about 8-30 p.m."

"Thank you, darling. I promise I won't let you down, and I won't interfere with whatever you want to do while we are there."

Around 6 p.m. Athena began her preparations. Martin heard her showering, and this was followed by a long period of shower room occupancy. He wanted to use the shower himself, but it was not until around 7-15 p.m. that Athena emerged. She went to her bedroom and shut the door.

Martin took his shower and then climbed into the rather casual party clothes that are now fashionable.

At 8 p.m., he stood waiting for his mother in the lounge, gazing idly out of the window. Suddenly his mother's voice said, "Will I do." He turned and stood stock still, gazing in disbelief at this strange woman.

It took him a few seconds to realise that he was looking at his mother.

I suppose that most sons do not really take in properly or appreciate their mother's appearance. She is "just mother," and is as she is. Her beauty or otherwise is of little importance, as it is food and comfort that the young brutes want from mother.

Martin saw his mother now, as if for the first time. He had heard people say of her that "she looks ten years younger than her age." At that moment it meant forty looking like thirty. Martin would not have agreed. She looked twenty-five.

She was dressed in a style a little out of date for the contemporary party. She wore a tight fitting cherry red long dress split up to mid thigh on one side, and the thigh it revealed looked particularly interesting.

The neckline had from its inception never approached her neck. It was cut to expose her breasts almost to the nipples, and displayed a deeply indented cleavage that gave some idea of the full breasts it separated. If she was wearing a bra, it certainly not visible, and may I add, in Athena's case, such a garment was unnecessary. The fit of the dress was such that if she was wearing panties, they should have showed through. They did not show through.

Her almost black hair had been split at the back of her head and brought to hang in two soft plaits either side of her face and reaching down to just below her shoulders. She had used a little eye makeup to bring out the lustre in her dark brown eyes and just a touch of lipstick. As he stood gazing at her, Martin smelt the faintest whiff of roses.

Martin finally recovered, and stammered, "M…mother…"

"Will I do?" repeated Athena. Martin let out with, "Mother, you are absolutely…" he groped for the right words and came out with, "stunningly beautiful."

"Coming from a son who didn't really want to be seen with me, I take that as a supreme compliment," laughed Athena. "Shall we go?"

They drove to the party with Martin at the wheel. He felt that he was taking a beautiful and sophisticated woman to some grand occasion. He wondered what the others would make of her. He supposed he would have to introduce her as his mother, especially as quite a few present at the party would know her anyway. But he would have liked to present her as some mystery woman, with the implication they were lovers.

On arrival at the party, there was something of a sensation. The young men kept their eyes glued on Athena, and the young women who were supposed to be their partners for the evening, seeing this adhesion, were somewhat put out.

It is often the case that a woman, arriving at a party with her escort, and finding herself the centre of male attention, is inclined to try to dispose of the official escort. Athena was no different from the rest of her gender in this regard, and so, seeing she was, as it were, a honey pot to bees, she said mildly to Martin, "You go and circulate, darling, I'll be fine."

Now for a moment let us consider twenty-first birthday parties or any other party where youth predominates. Rarely are they used as philosophical debating chambers to discuss the meaning of the universe and the existence of God. True, there may be acts of creation, but they are of the earthly sort. In short, one of the most predominant objectives of youth on these occasions, is to end the evening in a little friendly conviviality with a member of the opposite sex, or, if your taste inclines that way, a member of the same sex.

Martin would normally have expected his beloved Susan to be his partner in post-party coitus, but for this night, the fair one was beyond his reach. His mother he did not consider suitable for such eventualities, and so, being invited by mother to circulate, he hastened to comply.

His hope was that some suitable maiden had arrived at the party unescorted. Knowing he must take his mother home at the end of the celebrations, he added a further hope that such maiden as he found might join him in one of the bedrooms, of which there seemed to be quite a few, before he needed to leave the party

His hunt was in vain. The females proved to belong in one of two categories. First, those who were escorted and whose swains had remained faithful to their charge. Second, those who had arrived escorted, but had been deserted by their erstwhile heroes who had fled to Athena's side. This latter category where far too incensed to be concerned with Martin's requirements, especially as he had brought the honey pot to the party to tempt their escorts.

So, the lachrymose Martin wandered disconsolately with desire in his heart and an ache in his groin.

Throughout his circulation, Martin occasionally saw his mother, who seemed to be getting a little tipsy, engaged in earnest if slightly giggly conversation with various groups of young men. As the night progressed, this group seemed to devolve down to three particular young men who were paying her close attention.

At one stage, it occurred to Martin that he had not seen his mother for some time, and wondering where she had got to, decided to go in search of her. Himself a little woozy, he was wandering along a passageway and, about to pass a door, heard some laughter from within.

He decided to take a look, and upon peering in was greeted by an interesting sight. A girl was laying face down on a bed; her dress pulled up, feet down on the floor and thus displaying a glistening female sex organ.

Also present were three young men, one of who was in the process of restoring his nether garments, while another, with erect penis was about to enter the spread girl. Martin decided to stay and watch proceedings.

The youth entered the gateway to paradise, and after two or three minutes added to the male fluids already present in the cavity of joy, while the girl made sweet and receptive moans. Martin, while watching this procedure, had added to his already frustrated desires.

The third young man, who Martin now expected to take his place behind the girl, indicated her female loveliness to Martin and whispered, "I've had my turn." Taking this to be an invitation, Martin undid what was necessary and promptly entered the waiting haven.

Being urgent in his need, he came quickly, and as he finished his eyes lit upon the cherry red dress the girl had half flung over her head. "My God," Martin thought, "I've just taken my own mother."

With this realisation, he fled the room. Fortunately his mother had not looked at who was entering her from behind, and so was not to know that her own son had enjoyed her.

Martin's mother returned to the main arena shortly after Martin fled. She looked a little disheveled, and very happy.

It was now 3 a.m. in the morning, and Martin decided it was time to leave the party. His mother agreed and they drove home. On the way Athena was fulsome in her praise of the party, and thanked him over and over again for taking her. "I haven't enjoyed myself like that for years," she said. Martin made no comment.

Arriving home Athena clung to Martin and said, "Don't go to bed yet, darling, I want to have a shower, and then I've got something to talk to you about."

Martin was both puzzled and apprehensive. Had his mother seen him after all? Had she identified him as one of her temporary lovers? He waited Athena's return with a cold lump in the pit of his stomach.

When she came back, she had changed into what probably passed for a nightdress, what there was of it. If her party dress had revealed much, her new garment covered even less, and Martin was hypnotised by the movement of her breasts through the flimsy material.

Athena invited Martin to sit beside her on the couch and asked, "What would you and Susan be doing now if she'd gone with you to the party?" As she said this she slipped one leg over him and sat across his lap facing him.

Martin was hard put to know how to answer her, partly because it was a rhetorical question. She knew exactly what he and Susan did after a party, and at any other time they found it convenient, and partly because he was very aware of his mother's rather lovely breasts close to his face. He just mumbled, "Make love."

Athena rose, took Martin's hand and said, "Well come on darling, we might as well finish the evening properly. Let's go to bed." Martin stumbled after her.

Despite his earlier entry into Athena, Martin was not certain how one went about having full-blooded sex with one's mother. Athena had no such problem about sex with her son. She teased him unmercifully.

Trying for the direct approach, Martin attempted to enter Athena without preamble, only to find her legs locked firmly together. "No you don't, young man," said Athena. "Kiss mother." With that she pushed him over on his back and gluing her open mouth to his, she explored the inner sanctum of his mouth with her tongue.

Martin came to the conclusion that this was rather pleasurable and that mother did this somewhat better than Susan did. He returned the tongue exploration, which elicited muffled cries from Athena who shortly decided Martin should pay attention to her breasts.

Freeing herself from the kisses, she placed a nipple against Martin's mouth. Martin had no doubts about what was to be done with this pink delight, and was beginning to realise that his mother's body was as desirable, if not more so, than any he had so far experienced.

Sucking on her nipple and at the same time trying to get her whole breast into his mouth – very difficult because Athena is well endowed in that respect – Athena began to command him to bite her. Martin bit, Athena screamed and ordered, "Harder, darling, bite me harder." Martin obeyed and Athena continued her screams while pulling Martin's head tightly to her.

Athena's hand found Martin's erection. His organ was somewhat larger than she had anticipated, and she thought, "It feels like that big one the boy at the party put into me." With this thought she almost unlocked her legs to let Martin enter her, but managed to restrain herself so as to continue the preliminary games.

Giving Martin another shove onto his back, she pounced upon his swollen manhood and returned the biting compliment much to Martin's delight and considerable agony.

At last opening her legs, she brought her vagina up to his mouth and allowed him to taste her female fluids and smell her woman smell as his tongue found and licked her clitoris.

Martin had reached the point where he decided the time had come to assert himself. He flung Athena on to her back. She made no resistance, opening her legs to receive him. He struck home and went in deep. Athena had the brief thought, "If only his father's was as big as Martin's." After that she thought no further thoughts, being rather lost in waves of ecstacy that vibrated through her as Martin built up to his climax.

When Martin detonated into Athena, she joined him with rapturous cries to match his groans of delicious anguish.

When, some considerable time after dawn, they rose from the bed, a number of problems faced them.

First, how was it possible after the night they had just enjoyed, to continue into the future without frequent repeats of the same? Second, when Athena's husband returned, how could she hide her bruised nipples from him?

A third problem, and one not altogether obvious to the new found lovers at the time, was Susan. This arose when Susan began to notice that Martin was not so sexually demanding with her, and when they did come together she was curious to know where the scratch and bite marks on him came from.

The outcomes were mixed. Martin and Athena joined in joyful sexual union as often as possible. Athena feigning sickness and non-availability on her husband's return temporarily overcame the bruised nipple problem. All future violent assaults on her nipples and other body parts had to await the times when her husband would be away for some time, and the bruises gone before he returned.

Sadly, Susan concluded that Martin was enjoying some female body other than her own, which of course he was, and parted company from him.

It was because he had taken his mother to a party that Martin found in her a sexual partner he could not resist. His one concern was that if he took her to another party she would give a repeat performance of the first with some of the young men. It was enough to know he had to share Athena with his father, his possessiveness could not allow for others.

This gnawed away at him until he finally had to talk to Athena about it. Her first response was to take him to bed and make sure he was thoroughly consoled. Her second response was to assure him that having broken through with him (after all the time he had kept her waiting) she would not be looking elsewhere.

They have been to other parties together when father is away. Urgent young men have beset Athena. As far as I know, she has not surrendered to their pleas. She is now only available to Martin, except, of course, when father needs to be served.