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Gene is at loose ends. He's my son. He finished up his first year and he's home for the summer. About one month into it. His girl, well, maybe not really his girl. I think it's one of those 'I will if you will' kind of things. I saw his hand down on her buns when they were going out the door. Anyway, she's off on a six week trip. They actually go to different colleges.
I was getting the willies in me and thought I might play around with him some this summer. Just for fun. See how it went. Not that much if it was awkward. He came up from downstairs, what we used to call the basement, and said, "The dryers done. Want me to fold?" Gene is always helpful around the house, more so since we lost Jack.
I said, "Sure, thanks." Well, this was working out good. There was a big bright folding table to spread everything out on with a wheeled chair to move back and forth. The wash had a lot of my panties and bras and nighties. Some were see-through and small, thin soft bras, a couple of thongs, socks and tops and shorts. I would love to see him handling my undies. I always folded those things myself. The chair would practically put his nose in them.
Gene and I are always fairly practical with each other. I even explained how to put on a condom once. We used a hot dog. Not cooked so it was sort of loose but it worked. Gene giggled a lot but we got through it. I tried to hold the hot dog daintily and I think that's what he was giggling about. He started to make a comment about the whole thing but cut himself off at the last second.
I put the clothes away when he was done. Everything was folded neatly. The next day, early evening, Gene surprised me. We were in the den with some music on. I think folding the clothes was working on him. He said, "Mom, I was wondering how you were doing. Handling things. I mean personally."
I smiled at him and said, "I'm fine. I don't pine away or go to sleep crying or anything like that. Life is what it is. I don't want to get back on the bandwagon. I miss being personal with someone now and then. Not that often. Jack and I used to have really nice sexy hugs before bed. Not all the time. I miss those."
"Hey, I do nice hugs," he said. "Your son the stud."
"Really," I said. "I wouldn't want to embarrass you, well, not too much anyway. Those hugs were sexy, especially when we were dressed for bed. Once you start it's not easy to stop."
"Well, give me a try," he said. "If you like it we can try it again later, see how it goes." He stood up, waiting. I was thinking about later but I really did want to now so I stood up.
Gene had his flip-flops on so he was almost flat footed. I had my buffered running shoes on which gave me a little more height. He was 5ft10 and I was 5ft8 so we were a pretty good match body wise. I was slim and so was he. We also got good exercise so we were good there. I had thin summer shorts on with thin panties and a top with a normal bra. Gene was about the same. Probably boxers. No t-shirt, just a knit top.
I stood up and we were looking in each other's eyes. He had a half smile and so did I. This was purely an experiment for both of us. I raised my arms to his shoulders and he put his hands on my waist. I moved in a little tighter and got my arms around his neck. He slid his hands around on my back, one in the center about the middle and the other below that one.
I said, "I'm nervous."
He said, "Me too."
I could feel his lower fingers touching just at the top of my buns. I pressed in enough to feel his hips touch mine and he tilted his head and we kissed. I thought we were just going to hug but it couldn't be helped. Just too natural. I tilted my thighs outwards pushing my middle out just that little bit out of habit. His lower hand moved down about three inches or so and pressed on my buns. I think I caused him to go ahead and do that. I felt him more. He seemed a little bigger.
He didn't tongue me yet but our mouths were open some and I felt a flick against my lips. We broke kissing and got our cheeks together. My eyes were closed and I was breathing a little more. He said, "Is this ok?" I nodded 'yes' against his cheek. He was still getting bigger and making a nice impression. Also filling up my space down there.
I said, "How long should we do this?" It got me more than I thought it would and I didn't quite know where to go from here.
"As long as you want," he said. "I'm having fun." I nodded 'yes' again against his cheek. He was really up pretty good so I kissed him again and pressed in a little and held it there. He wasn't clearly defined with the clothes we had on but it sure felt good, more so because it was a real dick. I wasn't going to get crazy. He actually got harder and it got better.
I got some moans out and our tongues did run against each other, mostly to see if we wanted to I think. It was a little while later that I realized his hand was down at the bottom of my buns playing down a little in my butt crack. I felt him pull his stomach in and his dick pressed into me more. He didn't move it around. I think he was waiting to see how much I wanted from him.
I said, "Thank you. I really needed that. I'm going get a little wine and breathe." Gene smiled and watched me going down the hall to the kitchen. I saw him when I turned the corner, still smiling. Maybe he was watching my butt wiggle. My face was a little flushed. I stopped and closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. When I sat down I squeezed my whole crotch together tightly.