Mom’s Class Reunion

THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL RELEVANT CHARACTERS ARE 18+. ENJOY.

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"See that tall, grey building just to the right? That's how you know where my old high school is, just off the highway."

From where our plane was, everytime I came home, I could see the high school I attended, some 25 years earlier.

"And there," pointing to an area of desolation surrounded by trees, "is where everyone went on weekends to... have fun," I'd seductively stated, running my perfectly manicured fingers on top of the hand roaming from left to right along my inner thigh.

Interrupting us, the voice of the Captain began to filter inside the airplane. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in the next 10 minutes."

At long last, our 3 and a half hour flight was about to land at Calgary International Airport. Having moved to the U.S to attend college, I ended up meeting my husband and ultimately gained my citizenship a couple years after marrying him. After 2 kids, daughter Stephanie, 23 and son, Parker, 19, my marriage was, now, one of convenience.

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Once again, my husband cancelled last minute, as another business trip reared its' ugly head. I mean, I'm grateful for what John provides for us, but the fact he is so beholden to his company has seemingly turned us into roommates.

"Take Parker," John said, as we were arguing the night he sprung the trip on me. "I'm sorry Maddie, but as a Supervisor, you know these things spring up. And besides, you two have been inseparable lately."

Over John's shoulder, I had seen Parker fist bump the air. Allowing a sly smile purse my lips, I knew our hotel room wouldn't be quiet.

"I don't know," I told John, feigning concern. "Everyone there is in their 40's and I'm not sure he'll be comfortable tagging along with me, with no one his age." Stopping another attempt at a fist bump, the look Parker gave me, I thought he would faint. "But I guess I'll ask him. I'd like you to be there so he knows you cannot go."

Later that evening, as I was in the laundry room and my husband was in the living room watching NetFlix, I was hunched over retrieving clothes from the dryer. Without warning, two hands took hold of my hips, as one of them made its' way under my dress. With a start, I straightened up. Quickly turning my head, my son, Parker, was behind me.

"Parker!" I exclaimed, "What.. what are you doing!" My voice, scattered, but barely above a whisper.

"Wanna tease me, huh mom?" As his fingers reached the tops of my pantyhose. Curving his fingers into them, I could tell what he was trying to do.

"No, Parker!" I said, with a startled shriek. "You know what our rule is," my words, failing to exude authority.

Not relenting, I could feel the nylon lowering just below my hips. "Ohhhhhh, honey," I quietly, mewled, as his hand cupped my pussy. Panting, I put my left hand on his. "Honey, we had sex all morning. Please, wait till your dad leaves for work tomorrow."

Seeing the seriousness on his face, I managed to turn completely around. Unsettled, I quietly scolded him. "Are you crazy?!" The anger I showed more surprise anger.

"Don't think I'm not joining you on your trip mom," Parker admitted.

"Ohhhhhh," I replied, realizing what this was about. My worry, turning in a little laugh, I continued, "So you thought I wouldn't ask you to go since your dad brought it up? I already knew you'd be going. I saw the surprised look on your voice when your dad spoke to me, earlier."

Finally catching on, I whispered submissively in his ear, "Who else will be enjoying me in our hotel room? Huh?"

With a smile from ear to ear, he just stood there, my words marinating in his brain.

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"Honey, there will he plenty more time for this later," I told Parker, as we were readying for landing. Removing his hand from my inner thigh, I lowered my dress back over my knees and we proceeded to gather our belongings.

With Parker behind me and our bags in tow, I handed our passports to the Customs Officer. A few clicks here and there, and I was given back our passports. The whole time walking through the airport, Parker's eyes never left my backside.

"If you behave at the Reunion and let me have some time with my classmates, mommy might be inclined to having her anal virginity taken," I'd told to him this morning, as we were having sex when my husband left for work.

"Really?" Parker said, pausing, mid-pump.

Looking down at me, holding my nylon clad legs up in the air, I nodded. "Mhmm. You've behaved and have been very respectful of our understanding. Aside from the other night, Mister. But once we're alone, I might let you take my backside."

"Holy shit," he muttered, as he continue pumping me.

Reaching the car rental counter, I secured our vehicle. The young lady at the counter assume we were married when she said, "Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Benson."

Even though he's 19, Parker looks a lot older. He's 5'10 245 lbs. He's not very muscular, he's just been rotund since he was younger.

I, on the other hand, have been told I look younger than my 43 years. I'm 5'3 115 lbs. with brunette hair (a few grey streaks are appearing!) and blue eyes. Some say I look like Cheryl Tiegs, the actress.

After finding our car, Parker expected to drive. "Sorry honey, their rules clearly state other drivers have to be 25 or older," I stated, showing him the contract.

"Just get us to the hotel mom," he anxiously declared. "This hard-on hurts."

Patting his leg, I reminded him, "You'll be between my legs, soon enough," rolling my eyes at him. Chuckling to myself, "Men." We, then, drove off.

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Arriving at the Hyatt Regency, I used its' valet service. As Parker grabbed our bags from the trunk, I dealt with the older gentleman who took my info down, then whisked away in our car.

Entering the lobby, it was hopping. "Oh my goodness honey, it's' beautiful," I said, looking at the elegance of this hotel.

With numerous events occurring, signs were everywhere. "Calgary Stampede 2025," Said one sign; People from all over Canada and the US were here for that; "Watkins-Boles Wedding. Saturday 2pm, East Hall," was another; "Western Canada High School, Class of 2000," read the one we were there, for.

"Damn mom, if our room looks anything like this lobby, we may not be leaving our room, much," Parker said, in my ear.

"Easy there, Buster," I exclaimed, a seriousness on my face. "I'm still your mother, young man. Be a little more discreet."

"That's not what you were saying earlier this morning, mom," he rebutted.

Shaking my head, we continued to the check-in counter.

Since it was only a Thursday, and my reunion was Friday and Saturday, this evening was strictly Parker and I. Being away from home, and in my home country, Parker and I could let loose, with no concern of my husband being around. Now 4pm, we were just anxious to check in. While standing in line, Parker was behind me, our bags next to him.

"Maddie? Maddie Miller?"

Hearing my maiden name being announced, my attention turned to the left. Walking briskly up to us, I saw Jennifer Haskins. She was Miss Popular. The Senior Class slut. When we were in high school together, I kept my distance as I knew of her history. She was aloof with me, but wasn't downright mean.

"Jennifer Haskins?" Recognizing her face, I saw the changes. After 25 years she wasn't the slender, gorgeous person that all of the popular guys wanted to bed. Rather, she'd put on weight and didn't exude that same confidence she once had. With her was a man, who, by all accounts didn't want to be there.

"How's it going? Long time no see," She would say. Looking me up and down, I noticed her taking in my look. As my figure hadn't changed much, I stood in front of her in a tan and white dress with white buttons, a poofy floral design on each shoulder, suntan colored pantyhose and 4" tan high heels.

"Doing well, thanks. And it's Benson now," flashing my wedding band her direction.

Looking over my shoulder, she noticed Parker behind. Seeing the obvious age difference, her curiosity got the best of her.

"And to whom do I have the pleasure?" She queried, looking past me extending her hand.

"He is Parker. My son," My words hitting a curious chord. "His father had a business trip so he agreed to....keep an eye on his mother. Didn't you, honey?"

Nodding, he said, "Nice to meet you," as Parker accepted Jennifer's outstretched hand.

"Next in line!" A voice belted out, garnering our attention.

"Oh..Excuse us," I told Jennifer, as we proceeded to check-in.

Completing the process, we watched as Jennifer (Now Smith), and her 'friend', as I'd later learn, completed the same process.

"Well, I guess we'll see you later when the actual reunion begins," I announced to Jennifer, as the concierge patiently waited with our bags on his cart. Taking me sons' arm, I concluded, "Parker and I have other things planned tonight, plus dinner, so ta-ta for now."

Swaying my hips, the click-clacking of my heels on the hardwood flooring of the lobby echoed amongst all the other noise surrounding us.

Reaching the elevator, now fingers interlocked with Parker, we entered.

"What floor ma'am?," the concierge quipped.

"8th floor. Ummmm room 811," I'd replied.

Standing there in silence, the tension built. Knowing in just a few, short minutes, I'd be on my back with Parker rutting away on top of me, I looked at the hardness on his face. No reaction, no tension, no.... nothing.

"DING!" The sound of the elevator stopping at the 8th floor, the doors open. Leading us to our room, we followed the worker as he pushed his cart down the long hallway.

"811, sir," He stopped, looking at Parker. Handing him the key, I saw a sly smirk on his, otherwise, blank face. Opening the door, we followed the concierge.There before us was, what I'd call, elegance.

Purple lighting fixtures hung from the ceiling. A large king-sized bed sat in the center of the room. In front of it, a large mirror. The walls were a myriad of textures from the unilin panelling to elegant gold/silver colors. A table, near the window and couch and TV to the left of our bed. After tipping the concierge, we exchanged pleasantries and then he left.

Now alone, I walked over to the drapery, a lavenderish hue, and pushed them open. Overlooking the Calgary horizon, the buildings and lakes were front and center. As the rain started to fall, the raindrops began painting a wet collage on the window.

"Mom," I heard, snapping me out of my reverie from looking outside, "Get on the bed."

Turning around, Parker was nude, save his New England Patriots shirt still on him. Looking lower, his penis was still hard. Ever since we landed, the hardness was present. Seeing the tip with a purplish hue, I couldn't imagine the discomfort he was dealing with.

Sashaying up to him, my non-existent demeanor now seductive, I began to carefully undo each button, slowly. After releasing my last button, the opening allowed for the white, lace bra I was wearing, to appear. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I looked up at his face. "I think we need to take care of this right now. Don't you think?" Cupping his manhood, he somply nodded.

Moving me towards our bed, now 4:45 pm, I sat at the edge. Scooching to the center, I slowly pulled the hem of the dress over my waist as my nylons, all glossy and sleek, appeared. Pushing a hole in the gusset, the fabric gave way, creating an opening for my son to have easy access. Opening my legs just a little, my motherly pooch on my tummy lay sexily under my pantyhose. I crooked my finger at Parker submissively. "Finally. No interruptions," I breathily exclaimed.

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6:15pm.

"Ungh..Ungh..Ungh..Ungh.."

Looking up at the ceiling, my son was happily pumping away as my moans echoed, softly off the walls. Not the frantic chaos we're used to, but rather, it was lighter. Sure, he was pumping me like a man possessed, but having no concerns about being intruded upon, we enjoyed each other. Hearing the rhythmic clunking of the headboard, against the wall, was going to be part of our normal when we're not partaking in my reunion's activities. Ever how I lay under him, just over his shoulder I could see my legs pointing upward, a small jolt every thrust in me.

After each propulsion into me, he would grunt in satisfaction, as I ran my manicured fingers over his neck and the back of his head. As his broad shoulders held my legs steady against him, the view of them, pointing upward, made the scene in our room erotic.

"Par..Parker..oh honey," I mewled, feeling his labored breathing on my neck. Covering me with his body, the strain on my upper body to, comfortably, sustain his weight was difficult.

"Yes..oh ba..baby..yes," I breathlessly panted. Holding onto him, my fingers and hands were draped over his back from underneath him. Ever since we began our incestuous birthday, the night of his Senior Prom, we primarily have sex in the missionary position.

Having my dress pushed over my waist, gave me a minor buffer in betweem our sweating bodies. On cue, I could make out a run forming down the inner thigh of my nylons on my upturned legs

"Fuck yes mom," he'd grunt, gritting through his teeth. "Fuck yea."

So focused on the task at hand, I wasn't going to scold him right now. I understand during sex, many of our inhibitions are clouded, thus allowing behaviors to come out, that otherwise wouldn't, but Parker knows I detest swear words.

Hearing my cell phone buzz on the nightstand for the third time in 20 minutes, I knew it was my husband.

"Ba..baby," I panted, ecstasy strewn on my, already, tired face, "I.. I.. need to res..respond to..your..fa..father." Not hearing my words, he absentmindedly kept thrusting down into me in a workman-like fashion. "Par..Parker!," I yelped, "We need.. to..oh god yes..we..need.. to p..p..pause."

With annoyance in his voice and his hips stopping their continuous movement, he was none too happy. Lifting his head from the crook of my neck, he then pushed himself up off me. just a little. "What the hell, mom," His frustration bubbling. "You said we wouldn't be interrupted."

"Parker!," I declared, clearly perturbed by his attitude. "My gooodness, you're awfully rude! I cannot control when your father messages or calls. You know that. Secondly, your language has been very uncouth, young man."

Struggling with the unbalance in our breathing, it was a surprise how clearly one can declare something, when upset.

Continuing, I added, "It's better I respond to him or he will be suspicious, even with you here with me."

"But mom," he whined, "I haven't cum."

"Parker," I softly said, as his sheathed penis was still buried to the hilt in me, "Let me let your father know we're all settled then you can finish, ok?" Seeing the other condom he filled immediately our first time, lying on the side table, I let out a slight chuckle. Patting his butt, I said, "Get off me just for a few minutes honey, and I'll make it fast."

Lifting his body off me, his penis appeared. Leaving my swollen tunnel, the glean on his member, showed our combined lather. As he got off the bed, he went to the bathroom. Reaching for my phone, I saw 3 messages, and unbeknownst to me, I missed an actual call 5 minutes earlier. Pushing 'call' I proceeded to call John.

"Hey! There you are," John's voice boomed through the phone.

"Hi honey," I responded, as my breathing had since calmed. "We just literally checked in a little bit ago. It's a mad house here. Lots of separate things occurring around the cityand within this hotel."

Looking out the window, the rain had picked up. As Parker came out of the bathroom, his cock was now free of the condom. Still semi-erect, I realized he just peed. Now, with him standing in front of me, it took it in my hand and slowly stroked it back to full-staff.

"Yes, Parker is here," I said, trying to multi-task. "He's scrolling through his phone right now."

As I was stroking him, the juices covered my fingers, coating a portion of my wedding band.

"Look, Parker and I are hungry," I said, as he was pushing me flat on my back. "We're going to get dinner. I'll call you...."

Before I could finish my sentence, he took my phone and ended the call. Re-gripping my legs, he pushed back into me. Standing at the beds edge, he, now had my nylon clad legs resting against his chest and shoulders, with his arms wrappped around my thighs.

"Honey," I cried," realizing what was missing. "You need a.."

Without a care, he proceeded to do his duty, bareback.

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20 minutes later, my son was furiously pumping. Lying there, my head gnashing from side to side, my tits were jiggling uncontrollably from my unbuttoned dress. My bra had been pushed over my tits, freeing them.

"Parker! Parker! Yes baby! oh god yes!" I loudly wailed. Knowing that, through the little spacing at the bottom of our door, other guests may be walking by our room, as the intensity level was high.

"Ahh! Ahh! Fuck yes!" Parker groaned, sweat now dripping on my torso.

"Cum.. for.. me.. swee.. sweetie," I seductively encouraged, desperately needing him to let my legs down.

After 30 more seconds of slamming into me like a madman, his balls finally needed release. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhfucckkkk!" He bellowed, locking our lower regions together.

Throwing his head back, he also locked my spread legs against his chest, pushing them back a llittle.

Feel the initial pulse, I felt wave and wave explode into my womb. coating my cervix, the culmination of our, almost, 4 hour flight. Soon, his hips began thrusting in and out, desperately expelling the last vestiges of semen into me.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," he finally sighed, as his hips slowed, finally stoppping. Collapsing forward, my legs still locked, he managed to place his hands on each side of my head, holding himself up. "Ho.. holy shit, mom," He'd breathlessly pant, the look of exhaustion on both our faces.

Trying to control my own breathing, I finally spoke, "Let my legs down honey. My legs are numb," I plead, feeling absolutely wornout.

As he was pulling out of me, I could already rell his semen was looking for its' way out. Looking down past my stomach, the familiar coating that mattes my "landing strip" glittered in the sex filled room.

"Puhlop!" the sound made.

Now empty, the contents in my vagina poured out of me, onto the linens and the floor, as well as matting my run-laden pantyhose on my legs.

With my legs draped over the side of the bed, I felt my heels touching the floor.

"Oh my God, Parker," I voiced. "What on earth were you thinking!" Pointing to the box of condoms sitting on the side table. I was more bothered at his lack of responsibility than the possibilty he impregnated me. "Be grateful I went back on birth control, young man. You would have just forfeited anymore of your privilege between my legs."

Now standing on wobbly legs, I removed my dress I'd worn on the plane. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, I removed my nylons, tossing those and the one condom in the waste basket.

Seeing how genuinely upset that I was, Parker apologized. "Mom, I'm sorry. I was upset that dad interrupted us."

"So you figured you'd prove a point to him by re-entering me bareback?" The look on my face had him defensive.

"Mom, I..."

Cutting him off, I added, "Look. You know how important it is that we use condoms. I've made it very clear. Even on birth control, sometimes it fails. How would I explain to your father that I'm pregnant, when he got a vasectomy right after your birth?"

"I know mom, and I'm sorry," Parker said, seeing the sincerity on his face.

"I've let you bareback in me from time to time and I know you despise condoms, but I'm 43. You will want your own kids with your wife," I said, sitting next to him. Running my hand through his hair, I concluded, saying, "Let's get a shower, go have dinner, then," placing my hand over his cock, "I want this monster to wear your mother out for the remainder of the evening. And who knows, I might LET you go bareback once, or twice."