We became steady, Mother-Son Lovers. Our sexual activities became quite varied and open. I fucked my son at the park. I sucked him off under the bleachers at a high school basketball game. One day my son visited me at work and was eating my pussy as I sat at my desk talking to my boss. I still can't figure out how we got away with that. I got him back for that one; he worked in the ticket booth at the local movie. I paid him a visit and when no one was around, I slipped inside and started sucking his cock. His boss came up outside and started talking to him. He came in my mouth twice before his boss left.
I encouraged Lawrence to date girls his own age and he only agreed to do so when I assured him I wouldn't cut him off or be jealous. I even set him up with a couple of blind dates. He dated several girls until one became a steady companion in his life. I never talked to him about his sex life with his dates, it just didn't seem necessary. Our sex life, while he dated others, remained constant, even when he constantly went with Cheryl.
I liked taking drives and looking around, so we took many long country drives. What I liked most was sucking his cock while he drove. Lawrence liked to slow down next to someone he was passing, so they could see me sucking his cock. We would always stop somewhere for a picnic and fuck before heading home. I think more people should do that as it's such a nice way to spend a day.
A coworker of mine was always telling me of her exploits of having sex with her brothers. They had started having sex in high school and continued even though they were all married. She was into tattoos and piercing. She didn't do anything that showed, it was all covered by clothing, but she would always show me her latest, no matter where it was. Her tits, ass, stomach, and upper thighs were covered with the most beautiful flower designs I have ever seen, not vulgar at all. You couldn't see any of her tattoos through her clothes. I know, I tried. They covered her so completely, she could have been nude and you would think she had on bra and panties. Her pussy was pierced when she got the job and she had it pierced several more times and always had to show me her new jewelry. One day she came to work walking like she either had a wild fucking or new piercing. It turned out to be neither, she had a new tattoo. She had a lily tattooed on her pussy, including the inner lips. I was absolutely blown away by it. We were caught by the boss while I was helping her put salve on her sore pussy. Actually, I was just holding her legs apart as she gently rubbed it on. The boss thought something else was going on until I explained things, but he didn't leave, he stood there fidgeting and watching until we were done. . I noticed a wet spot on his pants before he quickly turned and left. After that he never would look either of us in the face.
I thought about it for a while and with Lawrence' birthday coming I figured I would surprise him with a ring in my pussy. I talked to my coworker and she took me to, 'her guy.' I was nervous, expecting some dirty little guy in a nasty tattoo parlor. Boy was I ever wrong. This guy was clean cut and just like my coworker with nothing visible, and his place of business was immaculate. He was very nice and talked to me to make sure I knew what I was doing and was sure about doing it before he let me pick out my jewelry. I looked and looked and finally spotted a small ring with a heart made of small diamonds. It was expensive but not out of reach for me. He called his wife out and we went into the little room he used for piercing. I became really nervous and he sensed it so he excused himself and his wife came back to talk to me. She set me at ease as she explained that her husband had done this many times and was very good at not hurting people. And, I shouldn't worry about being turned on by a strange mans hands on my pussy, "It's only natural for the body to respond to someone's touch. It doesn't mean you're unfaithful or bad." "Well duh," I thought, "I work in the 'Human Physiology Department." I calmed down and removed my panties, pulled my dress up around my waist and sat in the chair with my feet in the stirrups. He came back in smiling and asked if I was ready. I nodded and he tore open the wrapper of a piercing kit. He put on gloves and sat in front of my pussy as he told me what he was going to do. He applied a topical numbing agent as he told me of the different types of piercing. "Some women want the clitoral hood pierced, across or up from underneath. Some women want the ring around the end of the clitoris. Some women want the ring just below the end of the clitoris. And some women want the ring around the clitoris and the clitoral hood."
"Gee I don't know," I said, "Do you have any pictures?" He showed me some pictures and I pointed at one and said, "That one, definitely that one." I had chosen the ring to be around both my clit and its sheath. He said OK, and started looking and pulling on my clit and sheath. Then he produced more topical and said he needed to numb the inside of my sheath next to the clit. He took a q-tip and stuck it in the topical and then pulling on my sheath he inserted the q-tip. He rubbed it back and forth a little and left it there. He then did the same thing on the other side. Then he put more topical on the outside. It looked strange having two q-tips sticking out of my sheath next to my clit.
"Since we have to wait a few minutes for the topical to work," He started saying, "Now's a good time for me to tell you about what to do for the next few days. Do not engage in sexual activity until the soreness goes away."
"How long will that take?" I asked.
"Everybody's different; sometimes it can take a week." He stated.
"A Week!," I said surprised, thinking, 'I don't have that long until my son' birthday'.
Chuckling, he said, "Just hope for less time."
"Damn Right, I will!" I said seriously.
"Any way," he continued, "clean the area and use the antiseptic salve several times a day. If the area starts to hurt a lot or gets real red, go to a Dr. immediately. Do not move the ring around until the soreness goes away. After that, if you haven't had any problems use the oil I'll give you to lubricate the ring and gently rotate it from side to side. It will be slightly stuck, so it will pull the skin, but apply gentle pressure to break it free. After that you shouldn't have any problems. Just remove it and clean it frequently, including the hole in your skin. Do not take it out and leave it out for long. Did you understand all of that?"
"Yes." I replied.
"Good, would you repeat it back to me?" He asked. I did and he smiled. "Now let's do this, if you're ready." He stated.
I nodded Yes, and he picked up a pin, then he slowly pulled the q-tips free and poked around the area with it and asked if I felt anything.
I said, "No," and he picked up a strange looking clamp. It didn't suit him so he went to a drawer for another. Pinching around my clit through the sheath, he pulled it up and positioned the clamp on the mark he had made, right where I had pointed as where I wanted it. He picked up a thick needle and told me to look away if I wanted to. I didn't as I wanted to watch it all. He put the needle to a hole in the clamp and bang it was through almost faster than I could see. He removed the clamp, picked up my ring and showed me again, slowly, how it opened and came apart. Then he put the end of my ring in the end of the needle and slowly pushed it through. He had to squeeze my clit and sheath to get the ring through, but he did it quickly. He then set the heart and handed me a mirror. I touched all around it and got a good look through the magnifying mirror. I was amazed that there wasn't any blood, and he said it would start bleeding in a few minutes. I started to get up but he said he wasn't done yet. He put a big glob of antiseptic salve on me and patted it in a layer all around the pierced area. Then he taped a non-stick pad on it, covering it up, which made me sad. I paid the bill of three hundred dollars and left with my friend.
That night it was all I could do to keep Lawrence from fucking, but he finally settled for blowjobs. In fact, all he got were blowjobs until his birthday. The soreness was gone in two days. I didn't have any swelling or redness so I worked the ring loose as I was told, then I got myself off by hand for an hour. It was very hard keeping Lawrence away from my pussy until his birthday but I managed.
For Lawrence' birthday I wanted to do something special for him. I arranged a blowout birthday party for him at our house with his school friends and of course Cheryl. The party lasted all afternoon and into the evening. Those kids were wearing me out trying to keep up with them, but I was having so much fun, I stayed in there. Several of the boys openly came on to me and a couple of them copped feels of my ass and tits, which had my pussy wet.
As the day wore on, the kids thinned out and I noticed Lawrence and Cheryl weren't around, so I went looking for them. I found them fucking in my bedroom, I watched for a little while and then slipped back to the party.
Lawrence' friend Steve was there, a quiet kid that seemed awkward in the crowd and I started talking to him. We were having a good time and I noticed he was constantly looking at my tits, legs, and feet. I asked him if he liked feet and he said, very softly. "Yeah, there's something about small women's feet."
I noticed a bulge in his pants and put my hand on his knee, making him squirm. I didn't move my hand away as I joked and kidded with him for several minutes; I gently squeezed every so often. Every time I squeezed, he squirmed a little. He abruptly said he had to go and I noticed he had a very noticeable hardon. I softly said, "Don't go," as I gently placed my hand on his bulge.
"Ah, Um, Mrs..." He stammered.
"Shhhh." I whispered, and put my fingers to his lips. Then I took his hand and said, "Come with me." And I led him through the crowd, down the hall, and into the closet. Pressed against him, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him while pressing my stomach against his cock. Leaning back, still pressing against his cock, I sultrily asked, "Ever had a blowjob?"
"N, N, N, No." He stammered.
"Can I give you one?" I sultrily asked as I wiggled against him.