While writing Chapter 3 of this story I realized I was remiss in not thanking Literotica member Ciguardian in my introduction to Chapter 2. He sent me several lengthy and insightful e-mails regarding Chapter 1. I incorporated some of his suggestions which, I believe improved the story, into Chapter 2. Thank you, Ciguardian.
I also need to thank him again. He not only edited this chapter, but once I posted took the time to review the story, noted several suggested changes I'd missed, and dropped me a note letting me know. Thus was born this, the edited version of the chapter 3. Any remaining errors are entirely my own.
I have not written any additional chapters for this story and have not planned a future for these characters. Suggestions are always welcome and if my imagination re-fires I can come back to it.
Next up is a fourth chapter of "July 4th, My Sister, the Lake."
As always, all story characters involved in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older.
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I was lying next to Brian, drifting in a post-orgasmic haze, day-dreaming, free-associating. While eating brunch at one of our town's swankier restaurants, we'd fondled each other under the table, on the way to and from the bathroom, and in various corners to a near frenzy, then hurried home for a fiery fuck.
In the weeks since our Boston trip Brian and I had been busy. Several full length mirrors decorated our bedroom walls and he'd cancelled his dorm room for the upcoming semester; he'd be living at home his junior year in college. I'd introduced Brian to the exquisite joy of sex in public places and Brian introduced me to a mind-boggling array of sex positions he learned from his Chinese lover. We were just beginning to explore bondage and role playing.
Not all our forays had been successes. After our afternoon with Maja we were both interested in additional partners and I was ready to experiment with some girl-on-girl action. The problem was, with whom? I didn't feel safe doing it with anyone I knew, and couldn't get comfortable with people I met in chat rooms. Through some contacts at his university Brian learned about some faculty members who shared spouses, but on the way home from that experience Brian reached for my hand and said, "Did you like that?" His tone left little doubt he had not.
"No, not really."
"Me neither."
I said, "It was different with Maja. This may not make sense, after all I barely knew her, but, still, there was something about her, I felt close to her right away. I guess I need to feel a connection to a person to really enjoy the sex."
Brian said, "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing."
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Brian and I were sitting on our couch -- I wearing the robe he'd bought me in China, he in a button down shirt and boxers -- looking at my tablet, deciding what lingerie to buy next, when my phone pinged. Picking it up, I leaned my back against my son and said, "It's from Maja. She wants to know whether I'd like to model lingerie at a small private show they're doing. She, Alexis, and a few others will be there."
"I think it'd be great Mom."
I kissed him and said, "Y' know Brian, in private its okay to call me Kate."
"I know, but 'Mom' is so much kinkier."
"I hear you Brian, but while you may get a kick from seducing your mother, I get a kick out of you becoming the man in my life. It turns me on when you call me by name, like that man would."
Brian stopped, took in my words, and said, I hadn't thought about it like that. Well," here he paused for effect, "Kate, what do you think?"
Feeling a tingle between my legs I said, "Walking the same stage as Maja and her hard-bodied twenty-something friends, who's going to look at me?"
Yeah, maybe I was fishing for a compliment.
"Any guy with a sex drive."
He ran a finger from my shoulder to my breast. It felt good.
"Think about it, dressed in sexy lingerie, all those men's eyes on you."
I moved my leg, touched his crotch. He was getting hard, he certainly liked the idea. As for me, well a bunch of men watching me prance around in something tiny, sheer, and revealing was sexy, and a little bit scary. What if I knew one of them?
Brian teased my ear with the tip of his tongue and said, "I'd love it, sitting in the audience, watching men stare at my hot Mom."
If Brian was in the room I'd feel safer and he could warn me if someone I knew, a friend or neighbor, walked in. I imagined his dick, rigid, while I, adorned in Agent Provocateur's finest, displayed myself on stage for a crowd of strangers. I'd worked hard for this body; it would be a turn-on.
He said, "Touch me."
I did. He was stiff as steel and hot as an iron.
"So darling, would you like to watch your mom show off the bod for a bunch of strangers?"
He moved his body into mine, untied my robe, covered a breast with his hand, kissed me.
I took that as a yes.
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At the shop Alexis and Maja introduced me to Maria Owens, the shop's owner and out host that evening. Ten years my senior, she was more than a little butch, her spiky black hair was cut short and her ears studded with a dozen-plus earrings. The other two models were sisters, half-sisters actually. They resembled each other, same dark skin and hair and deep brown eyes, and offered some intriguing differences, Kim, the younger, was model thin with small breasts, Kendall, the elder, was voluptuous with large heavy breasts and a full round ass.
Maria's lover Brenda, a Boston cop in full uniform, stuck her head through the curtain and said, "Everything's ready out here."
Maria said, "Thanks babe."
