Thank you for reading this story. I appreciate all responses. All I ask is be respectful. I understand some people have different kinks, but my kink are pantyhose. If that's not your thing, maybe my works aren't for you. Otherwise, enjoy.
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Stepping out into the hallway of our hotel, it was now, 8:30 in the morning. Sore from my son's aggressive behavior, the ache I felt in my loins couldn't be ignored. Also feeling just how dead my legs were from the previous night from how we usually have sex, walking in my high heels was challenging. Making our way to the elevator, other couples were also making their way to whatever it was they were here for.
Wearing a simple, white floral dress with different colored floral designs that went down just below my knees, my wedding ring on my finger, 4" white high heels and, sheer-to-waist suntan pantyhose on my legs, I walked hand in hand with Parker. He was dressed less formal than I. A plain, button-down grey shirt, and black slacks, he looked exactly how I needed him to present himself. Nothing, other than a young man just there to support and keep his mother company, in place of his father.
Stepping out of the elevator, my phone suddenly buzzed. "It's your father," I announced, releasing my hand from his. "Good morning John," I said, annoyed.
After speaking to my husband for a couple minutes, I'd almost forgotten exactly where we were.
"Just make sure Parker is respectful and doesn't make a scene," my husband stated.
"He's fine, John. He's been everything I hoped," slipping my free hand in between his arm. Giving it a subtle squeeze, Parker looked down at me and I gave him a warm smile. "But look," I continued, "We're literally walking into a restaurant to have breakfast, because the festivities for the reunion begin at 10." Ending the call, I quickly put my phone away.
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Talking me into the hotel's buffet restaurant, I reluctantly agreed. Not really into this type of setting, I also knew I wanted to make my son feel important as well. Since we were together, alone, I told him he would be welcome to being the one who makes certain decisions for us while we're here. I mean we've been intimate for a while now. I think he needs to act like my man, even here.
Finally refreshed, bellies full of food, as well as the batch of his semen he pumped down my throat an hour earlier, it was now 9:45.
"I think it's time we made our way to the banquet room, honey," I quietly said. "Remember," I stated, intently," While we're here... behave. No hands on my hips, no hands on my legs or under my dress. I am your mother, you are my son."
Leaning into my ear, Parker stated, "I know mom. Don't worry about it. I want your ass. I'm not doing anything to ruin that chance."
Shaking my head, I could only chuckle. "Oh I know." I said, redoubling my grip on his arm.
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As we made our way through the hotel lobby, signage for different events were posted everywhere.
"Watkins-Boles Reception, Saturday 2-8pm," the first large room we passed showed just above the double doors.
"Shell Company Awards Ceremony and Banquet, East Room," the next one said, an arrow pointing down the subsequent hallway.
"Mom," Parker said, diverting my attention to the right. Seeing him pointing down the walkway, A sign outside, reading, "Western Canada High School, Class of 2000," showed, in large, bold letters.
Approaching the banquet room, a line had already formed. As I presented my I.D. and signed us in, I was amazed at how wonderfully decorated it was.
"Here's a brochure which shows the itinerary for today and tomorrow," I was told, as I was given a little bag containing items with my schools insignia labelled.
After taking it, Parker and I went into the large room. Upon entering, several tables were already setup. Streamers, banners, table cloths, most things adorning the crimson and yellow that was our school colors. A photo booth, a mixed drinks booth. Taking a quick moment to peruse the pages before me, I scanned the itinerary.
Friday
10AM-Noon, Check-in, Welcome Reacquaintance brunch.
4pm-10, A brief history of the class of 2000, guest speakers dinner and dancing, photos, door prizes, karaoke.
Saturday
8AM-10AM, Breakast
Noon-3PM, Scavenger hunt, light brunch, and games.
7PM-1AM Dinner gala. More history of the class of 2000, door prizes, karaoke, dancing.
Looking over the events planned, my son bent down and said softly into my ear, so no one could hear, "Good. Gives us time to go back up to our room in between."
Hearing that, I was more taken aback, than upset. "Are you serious right now?" I remarked, looking at him.
"You said.." He started, before I cut him off.
"Honey, I know what I said," I calmly reminded him. "It's just, we have to be discreet ok? I can't waltz into this ballroom looking, one minute full of zest and vigor, and the next, absolutely exhausted, looking like I just ran a marathon."
"Well, you asked me to behave," he rebutted, his hand, now down at my lower back. "I'm doing as you ask...Mom. You get to enjoy your Reunion. I get.....THIS.....when we're not doing reunion activities," he stated, looking at his prize.
"Parker you don't under......," I tried saying. Suddenly I felt the hand on my lower back reach down further and touch the hemline. "Parker...honey," I quietly stated with a pleading, yet horrified, look. Staring at me with zero emotion, I understood, clearly what was being silently insinuated. "Alright, sweetheart," I sighed. "An agreement is an agreement."
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Folding the itinerary and placing it in my purse, I took a hold of Parker's arm. Admiring the view inside the ballroom, signs and banners were on all 4 walls reading, "Western Canada High School, Class of 2000," enhanced by a Warrior, our school mascot.
