If you have not done so already, may I suggest you read chapter one as I am not going to provide much background below.
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After the clang of my bedroom door closing reverberated throughout my room, the silence suddenly seemed almost deafening. I was standing there all alone, hugging my terry robe around me tightly. Running through my head over and over was, "Jan, you just sucked your son's cock."
I moved to my bed and slipped in under the sheets, and then buried my head under the pillows. My mind was so conflicted I was feeling completely overwhelmed. A huge part of me was mortified by what I had just done, but the other side of me couldn't ignore the fact that I was as turned on as at any point of my entire life.
As I lay there reviewing the previous few minutes like a highlight reel, I couldn't help but taste Darren's sperm in my mouth. I always loved sucking cock, and the flavor of his seed on my tongue made me shiver all over as it had been ages since I'd gone down on a man. But this just wasn't any man; it was my own flesh and blood.
I rolled onto my back and couldn't help but let my hands wander across my body. My fingers slipped between the lapels of robe, and I eased it open. I ran my hands to my breasts and found that my nipples were still rock hard. Rolling them roughly, I could almost picture the way Darren had been staring at me as I touched myself earlier. He had such adoration in his eyes it made me feel so wonderful all over. As a forty three year old woman, I was afraid that an eighteen year old may find my body unattractive, but that certainly did not appear to not be the case.
I eased my right hand down my tummy until I pressed it between my outspread legs. As expected, my vagina was still soaking wet, and I couldn't help but diddle it. I couldn't get the image of Darren stroking his cock just inches from my face out of my mind as I began to finger myself. Time seemed to go in slow motion as I pictured myself taking it in my mouth, just before he shot his impressive load. I was panting deeply as I came with a rush, greedily running my tongue over the roof of my mouth, desperately trying to recall Darren's salty taste.
As I lay there in bed, I couldn't help but feel bad at how my encounter with Darren had ended. I was so troubled by what I had done, I forgot to think about his feelings and let him go without barely a word. Knowing it would be uncomfortable, I made up my mind to talk to him about what happened as soon as possible. I suddenly remembered I was scheduled for a double the next day, so I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
In the morning I was up and out of the house before Darren woke for school. My mind was somewhat preoccupied at work, as at every free moment that day I tried to think of just what I might say to him when we spoke. The way things had progressed between us had seemed so natural, I assumed it might not even be a big deal to him, but I couldn't be sure. I mean, I doubt he had long fantasized about receiving his first ever blow job from his own mother, and I certainly didn't want to scar him for life.
In the end, I decided to watch him closely to gauge his reaction towards me to see how to proceed. If when I next saw him he looked upset or troubled in any way, I'd have a long heart to heart with him to let him know I got carried away. I was sure he'd understand.
After working the double, I made my way home late in the evening feeling anxious but resolved to do what was best for my son. Given what we shared the night before, I expected him to be waiting up for me, but was somewhat disappointed to find the lights off and Darren in bed. I wasn't completely sure what to make of that, but hoped it was a good sign. I took a long hot bath to rest my tired legs, and then slipped into bed myself.
For some reason I was up early the next morning, and decided to make a hot breakfast for Darren before he left for school. I mixed up some pancake batter and began to cook it along with some bacon. Darren entered the kitchen just as I was done, and my heart skipped a beat as I awaited his response to me. It felt like a massive boulder had been lifted from my shoulders when he stepped forward with a smile etched across his face to give me a big hug. He then gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said, "Smells great."
We sat across from one another at the table and enjoyed breakfast in relative silence, but it was obvious Darren was not upset with me, and certainly not disgusted as I feared. Occasionally he would look at me with a devilish grin and I almost had the feeling he was flirting with me. Before he left for school, he pulled me into another tight embrace, and whispered in my ear, "I love you, Mom."
I was about to tell him the same when he startled me by giving me a long, wet kiss, which nearly took my breath away. I stood dazed for a moment as I fought to regain my wits, and by the time I had Darren was already out the door. The timid boy I had known for ages seemed to be maturing rapidly.
My skin tingled all over as I made my way into the bathroom for my morning shower. As the warm water cascaded over my body, I felt a deep desire in my loins once more. I had cum more times in the last few weeks than I had done in months before, yet I still needed to get off. Darren's kiss had been so sweet and tender, I had nearly melted. I wasn't sure, but I think I was actually falling in love with him. Before I even knew what I was doing, the shower massager head was between my legs as I rubbed myself to sweet oblivion.
I was feeling saucy that day, so when I dressed I intentionally slipped into a sexy little outfit. I selected a short denim skirt I had not worn in ages, and a white button down blouse, which I left open more than usual. I wore a sexy black thong, but once again chose to go braless. I hoped my breasts and legs would look good as I strolled the aisles of the grocery store for all to see. I even contemplated going to the hardware store, although I didn't really need anything there. The idea of a bunch of burly contractors checking me out felt so naughty it sent a chill down my spine.
I was feeling so heady, I really hadn't thought about any possible consequences of my actions. After being in the grocery store only a minute or so, I heard a familiar voice from behind me. "Hey Mom," rang in my ears, and I snapped my head around to find my daughter, Lynne, looking at me with a smile. Instantly I saw her eyes wander my body, and her grin quickly faded away.
It took a moment for me to process what was happening, but somehow I muttered, "Oh, hello sweetie."
Lynne came right up next to me and asked, "Mom, are you wearing a bra?"
