This is my first experiment in incest grounds. This story does not belong to the cycle of Kira's adventures although she appears there as a guest star. Whether there will be a sequel to it depends on the reactions I will receive.
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Sabrina had just celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday with her family. She was the single mother of three boys. The eldest, John, had just turned eighteen and the youngest, Peter, was fourteen only. Their father Brad Putnam had died in a car crash, eight years before. Sabrina had afterward little time to mourn her dead husband with three young boys to cater for, a house to maintain and an electronic company to manage. She had had little time for herself during the last years but now she could see the light on the horizon as her sons were more and more autonomous, especially the oldest one who was a living copy of his father, perhaps just a little more on the playboy side. Her three sons had been quite helpful at the beginning when she was overstressed by the many demands on her attention. They had always the best school marks, anything under the A level being considered as a major catastrophe.
It was the end of the term and the class of John had organized a party in an old farm a few miles out of town. They would invite their girlfriends for the party. There would be music for all tastes, dancing, dining under the stars, karaoke, role playing happenings until the early morning. They would sleep there, sleeping bags for everyone. Two adults had volunteered as chaperones to prevent booze drinking, drug consumption or other unwanted behavior. All of them were now adults but they came from a rather uptight community where even drinking a beer at twenty five was frowned upon. Sabrina was one of the chaperones with Judy, the mother of John's girlfriend. Sabrina had visited the premises to check whether the building was safe, that the water could be drunk without risks. Most of the attendants were already there but Judy was not. When Sabrina's cell phone rang, she answered in haste. It was Judy who announced she had had a minor car accident, less than one mile from her home. No one had been injured but her car was out of service. All her friends had already left for vacations and the rent car office was closed at that hour. She was unable to attend the evening party but she would rent a car next morning and come to help clean out the farm as scheduled.
Sabrina thought of cancelling the party but it had already begun so she decided to let everything continue and take the whole responsibility for the night. She made the announcement to the whole group and she was surprised by the cheers she heard. Judy was known to be very strict while Sabrina was much more lenient. There was just a big problem she could not solve : John's girlfriend was with her mother and she would not attend the party. He would be the only one without a partner.
When Sabrina saw her son's shoulders sag as she announced him the problem, she felt compelled to ease his sorrow.
- John, don't be sad, the other girls will dance with you!
- Don't lie to me, mom : for our first party, all the boys will dance with their girlfriends all the night.
- I see. So I will be the only single girl tonight. There maybe lies the solution!
- I don't understand, Mom!
- Silly boy! Do you want to be my date? I may be much older than the other girls but I am the only one available. Can I fill your requirement list?
Sabrina stood in front of her son, her hips slightly turned toward the fire and her face outlined by the light of the flames. She caved in her belly and pushed forward her breasts to enhance her figure without even thinking to it. Being rejected by her son now would be mortifying.
- You bet, Mom. You have the most beautiful figure of the camp tonight. They will be jealous of me, that is sure!
It was true that at 36, Sabrina had kept a quite youthful figure : her measures were still sufficient to draw attention from any male in the vicinity : 38C (and no sagging)-32-38 for 5'6Ó and 105 pounds. A few of the girls present this night were taller and several fatter. She would not be shamed in public and her son would not too by comparison.
- You are fine but your outfit would meet Judy's requirements, not ours!
- Tell me, what is the problem?
- The length : the skirt is down to your ankles. Look at the other girls : they are in shorts, trimmed pants or miniskirts at mid thigh or higher!
- If that is the problem, I have the solution!
Sabrina produced a pair of big scissors and cut down her denim skirt just above her mid thighs. She felt decided this night to meet the wishes of her grieving son. He did not look grieving any more, more just stupefied by her boldness.
- You are so cute, Mom! Can you change your top?
- I would not like to damage it, Uhhm. Do you have a spare shirt?
- Yes I have a Canadian logger shirt. What do you want it for?
- Just give it to me!
She got inside the farm and two minutes later emerged from it with the shirt tails tied under her breasts.
- Phwew, Mom, you are real sexy, Mom. You are the best
- Just remember that your Mom always knows what is best for you!
- If you want, Mom. Just may I point out that I can see your bra!
- Hey son, do you want me to dance with you without a bra?
- As you want, Mom but the shirt is yellow and orange and your bra is green, a strange color juxtaposition.
- You are right!
A few minutes later, she emerged once more from the farm with her breasts free under the shirt.
- Anything else, son? Does your date suits you, now?
- If I am your master, I would have you wear heels in place of those wretched sport shoes?
- Sure, I happen to have a pair under my car seat, just in case I have a business meeting.
- That will be perfect. Another thing. Could you put on some make up?
- My war paints? OK : bright red gloss on the lips, elongating mascara on the eye lashes and khol around the eyes with eye shadow on the eye lids.
