I stumbled wearily into the front entry, frustrated by another fruitless "date". I should have given up long ago, but when my well-intentioned workmates try so hard to hook me up, I feel like I owe it to them to at least give it a go. I can't remember the last time I actually had a good lay, or even a good conversation, during one of these nights out. So like many middle-aged women, who are in their sexual prime, I resort to my toys, my imagination, and my understanding of what makes me feel good. I kick off my heels on the entry rug, hang my purse up on the hook, and let my hair down as I bump into the hallway walls on the way to the kitchen. I had already drank too much tonight, as the schmuck who I was with tried to get me loose enough to take advantage of. It almost worked, as I am so desperate that I would let almost anyone fuck me, even without the benefit of alcohol. But poor George is even more of a lightweight than I am, and he passed out cold before he even had all my clothes off. So I tucked him into his king sized bed, buttoned back up, and left a lipstick note on his mirror to not bother calling back.
Two things I like about driving at three a.m.: there is hardly any traffic, and there are hardly any cops. So I made it home in one piece, even if I did run a couple red lights and drove up on the curb a few times. Sometimes I stay the night at the guy's place, but mornings are just too awkward, and they seem to think that I really want them if I stay over. I made it home just before dawn, but I didn't want to press my luck trying to squeeze into the garage, so left my Audi in the driveway, behind a pickup that I didn't recognize. In the familiar environs of my kitchen, I pour myself a glass of iced green tea and pad out to the patio, intending to kick back on a comfy chaise lounge and play with my poor neglected pussy. Our home sound system is tuned to a mellow jazz station, like it usually is after dark. Above the music I can hear voices and laughs coming from the hot tub in the middle of the back yard. It's not the first time I have heard Tommy with a girl friend out there.
He wanted to stay with me during this summer break, after his sophomore year at the U, as he and his dad had a falling out last year. Not surprising, as Nick is so damn uptight he has a falling out with everyone he knows, sooner or later. I don't know why I put up with his shit so long, but once I left him I felt like I was born again socially, spiritually, and sexually. I made a promise to myself to live every day to the fullest, so I would not have to look back on my life with any regrets. I tried explaining my decision to Tommy, once when he confronted me about my late nights and drinking, and my immodest dress. He seemed to understand, and I have even noticed him relaxing in many little ways since that conversation. I hope that he is able to get in touch with his true self while he is still young, before he gets stuck in a career or a relationship that limits his freedom.
I stand at the edge of the patio, my elbows on the redwood rail, and try to hear what they are saying out in the spa. I hear moaning above the sound of the jets, and I feel my twat tingle, I can't resist sliding my fingers under the hem of my thin summer dress. I hardly ever wear panties any more, in case I need to offer someone easy access to my treasure, but I do wear a garter and thigh-high fishnets on most of my dates, trying to make my intentions clear, but alas... The voices get louder from the middle of the yard, but I can't make out any female ones... hmmmmm, interesting! I suspected that Tommy experimented with other boys during high school, as he attended an all male boarding academy, and you know what they say goes on in those places... hormones going wild and all. But I have seen him going out with some cute girls this summer, and I even catch him checking ME out when I wear my shortest skirts or lowest cut blouses. Maybe he is taking my "lectures" to heart, and not limiting himself to one gender...
I try to respect Tommy's privacy and space, but my legs propel themselves out into the yard, so I have no choice but to follow. The spa is covered by a redwood gazebo roof, but is open on all four sides. Several bushes and a fountain are scattered around the acre, while dense vines climb the fence around the perimeter, secluding my yard from the neighbors' lawns almost entirely. I have caught the boy on one side, and the landscaper on the other, eyeing me at times when I sun myself nearly nude on my grass. So I try to give them a show to remember me by, I want to keep them "cumming" back for more, right? This morning I sneak up on my son and his companions, moving from bush to bush, silent in the damp grass, until I am about twenty feet away. The underwater lights cast a wavy blue glow on the naked wet flesh, and through an opening in the bush that separates me from them, I see four male bodies. All young, all muscular, all nude, and all very sexy! I left my tea back on the rail, so now both hands are free to pleasure myself, and they know what to do.
There's just enough light for me to make out what is happening, and it soon becomes apparent that my son is on his knees in the middle of the spa. He is sucking on one cock (quite skillfully, I must add) while stroking another hard-on that is pointed at the side of his face. Meanwhile his ass (a nice muscular one) is being pounded mercilessly by a third piece of hard meat! Wow, I am so turned on by now that my twat is gushing, and my ass hole is quivering with desire. I shove three fingers in my quim and reach behind with my other hand, working two fingers in my butt. I try to keep quiet, but the young men in front of me are so into what they are doing, making so much noise, that I have nothing to worry about.
I hear one of them shout "Switch!" and the three rotate one position clockwise.
Tommy doesn't move, just reaches down to fondle his own boner, begging them to give him their cocks back, and groaning lustily as his mouth and ass are simultaneously stuffed again. His enthusiasm is palpable, obviously enjoying being used by these strong studs. The one in his mouth holds him by the hair while he fucks his face, the one getting a hand-job reaches back and holds his ass cheeks wide apart, the lucky stiff behind him pistoning in and out of his slick ass like a machine...
"Oh, yeah!" one of them hisses," You're a better slut than my girlfriend, and she is a hot one!"
Another one adds, "Yeah, you should teach my girl how to suck a cock, you're the best I've ever had!"
"Mfff, thank you!" Tommy responds, taking the cock out of his throat momentarily, and then swallowing it deep.
"Where do you want your reward, Bitch?" the other asks.
That makes me cringe a bit, but my son doesn't seem to mind. I confess to being a slut, but a bitch is something else entirely, I hope he will realize the difference someday. Society tries to make us ashamed of being sexual creatures, but I reject that idea. I am fully free to explore my libido and my fantasies, and am proud of who I am and what I am, even if most people think a slut is a bad thing. I am happy to be one. I believe the world would be a better place if more people were honest with themselves and people around them. Lots of girls dress provocatively just to get attention or gifts from men, while inside they still hate sex, guys, even themselves. Not me, I like the attention (and even some gifts) but I like to share what I have. If someone can be encouraged or inspired by me showing off my body, then great! There doesn't have to be any touch, or even talk. Sometimes I can connect with a person (man, woman, teenager or toothless old geezer) with just a quick look. I can see it in their eyes. I might seem like I'm teasing, but if I can tell that there is some interest, I try to let them know I'm available. I smile, sometimes I'll wink, sit down or stand next to them, and strike up a conversation. Usually we just end up chatting over a drink or a coffee, but occasionally it will go to the next level. I love to have sex in the outdoors, sometimes in semi-public places. Parked cars, horse-drawn carriages, taxis, elevators, restaurants, subway stations, churches, parks, wherever the desire gets too strong to resist...
So it seems like Tommy, my only son, is a lot like me.
"Cum on my face, my chest, I don't care, just give me your cum...!" he says, "Cum!"
And they do, the cock in his ass pulls out and stands next to the one who was in his mouth. Three big hard cocks are all pointed at his face as they start to shoot almost simultaneously. Soon his face is covered in the rich sticky juice, and it drips off his chin onto his pecs and washboard abs. Smiling through the coating, Tommy leans back and strokes himself furiously until his own load shoots up and lands on top of the rest. He lays back and rubs the lotion into his tan skin, from his legs up to his face, finally licking the remnants off his fingers. The other young men slowly get out of the spa and chuckle nervously, furtively glancing at each other. As I head back toward the house, I hear my son panting.
" Well, was I right? Am I as good as fucking a girl?"
A moment's silence and then all three answer at the same time.
"Yeah, you were right"
"I gotta admit, it WAS hot"
"I wish my girl would let me try her ass for a change"
"I'd love to d p my girl, or at least spit roast her, but she won't consider another guy"
"I never thought I would enjoy sex with another guy, but this was fun"
"So are you gay, Tommy? Does this mean we're all gay?"
"Aw, come on guys. Don't get hung up on a word," Tommy answered. "It's just a label, it doesn't tell the whole story, right? I mean we all have girlfriends and all, so..."
"So what are you then, if you're not gay?" one persisted.
