Mom’s Class Reunion

This is a story of fiction. ALL characters are over 18. Please enjoy this chspter.

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Standing in the elevator, I was genuinely upset. Not angry. Not furious. As we left our room even after freshening up, I saw just how exhausted I looked as we passed the mirror at our door.

I know. I know. I told him he can have me ALL weekend, but I want to enjoy my reunion. He knew this. His behavior, although 'typical', is also more alphain nature. He's not domineering and not controlling, he just knows EXACTLY what he wants.

"Honey," I began, barely above a whisper, "I'm upset with you right now." Keeping my eyes straight forward, I was in a whirlwind of emotions. "We had an understanding," I continued. "We MUST be more discreet is all I'm saying. Have I once turned you down since...... we began our affair?"

A silence filled the elevator a few seconds, when Parker answered, "I'm sorry mom. I really am. The question about me having a girlfriend ignited something in me, and I just went along with it." Hearing the disappointment in my voice, Parker continued. "I can't get enough of you, mom. You're so beautiful. I don't know anyone who has a mother as open and loving as you."

"Honey, what we do is not 'normal' as far as society sees it. A parent and her child, even a 19 year old one, shouldn't have the relationship we have."

Sensing a sudden shift, I could tell Parker was starting to panic. "Are you saying we need to stop? Are you suddenly getting a conscience?"

Those words he said in his last sentence were true in some manner, but even I knew I couldn't just suddenly turn the spigot off. "No sweetheart, I'm not saying that." Noticing him relax, I added," But that doesn't mean you can just "take me" or demand intimacy when it suits you, either. Interlocking my fingers with his, I turned to him. "I am asking you, one final time. We're here for my reunion. First and foremost. Please wear the condoms unless I specify otherwise, when we are intimate. We need to be smarter, young man. Respect must be given or I'm afraid I will have to end this."

Thinking about what I just stated, I could see the wheels turning in his head. "I know. I have to learn how to control myself. I don't want this to stop," he quipped, genuine remorse appearing on him. "I'm in love with you. I'm not asking you to leave dad, I'm just saying it's difficult to keep my impulsivity down."

DING!!!!

Reaching the lobby, we stepped out. Standing on my tiptoes, I gave him a quick peck on his lips. "I accept your apology, Sweetheart," the submissive seduction in my voice. "Let's get back to the reunion, ok?"

With a newfound understanding and sense of relief, we walked together back to the venue.

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Upon re-entering the banquet room, the gala was still ongoing. Laughter echoed throughout and glasses clinked against each other. At one end, old classmates mingled. Others stood in line at the bar. Some couple were dancing to music the DJ was playing. Making our way back to the table we originally sat at, all eyes found us.

"There you are," Grace exclaimed. "We wondered what happened to you both."

"I had to return some messages my husband left," I lied. "Plus I had a headache, so we went up to the room where my purse was and got me some Tylenol."

"Well they're going to start bingo, and a scavenger hunt in the room in a few minutes," Grace added, like a kid receiving a toy.

"Honey, can you get me a Ginger Ale please?" Patting his arm.

"Sure mom," Parker said, leaving the table.

After he left, Grace was looking at me. "Are you alright Maddie?" She asked, querily.

"Yes. Why do you ask?" I responded.

With a sudden change in her demeanor, she quickly changed script. "You just look like... Nevermind," she said. Changing the subject, the conversation seemed to have settled, albeit briefly.

"Richard, can I speak to you privately?" I heard Grace ask her husband. Without another word, they both excused themselves from the table.

Finally returning with my drink, Parker also had secured himself a Coca-Cola. "Thank you honey," I stated, give him one of our 'secret' looks.

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With Grace and Richard away, and others at our table up and about mingling and laughing with others, I was looking over at the photo booth.

"Wanna take some photos?" I asked. "You know, we can rub them in your dads face for missing out the fun."

"Sure. Why not," my son stated. But before we got up to walk over, Parker had added. "He's not missing much, mom." Parker said, his tone. low. "We wouldn't be intimate if he were here, right?"

"I guess your right," I added, with a look no mother should be giving to her son.

Getting up from the table we proceeded to the photo booth.

"Everyone. Can we have your attention please?" A voice interrupted. "The scavenger hunt begins at 9. That event will close out our evening."

Standing in line for photos, I couldn't help but notice Grace, her husband Richard, and a couple other people glancing our direction. No assumptions. But I had found it odd. I wasn't fixated on anything in particular, but while waiting in line and have a pause in talking, I'd notice their eyes shift away when my eyes scanned their direction.

"Next!" the photographer stated.

Setting us in certain poses, I had to politely inform the photographer that Parker wasn't my husband but, rather, my son. "Oh I'm sorry," she said, looking at me. The pose she'd tried putting us in had me standing, my back to Parker, against him, and his hands resting on my hips. A normal pose for a couple, it definitely wasn't a pose for us. After re-positioning us, we took a few pictures with much more innocence in them. But as we stood, I again noticed the glances from Grace and everyone else.

"You can pick up your photos tomorrow night at the dinner banquet," the lady said. After giving her my name and room number, as well as non-pertitnent info, Parker and I made our way around the room.

Again, resting my hand in the crook of his arm, everything felt.. normal. Stopping and talking to people I knew of, they were all kind and polite. I'll admit, it soon became cheesy when I'd introduce Parker. "You're a good son," he'd be told. "Being loving enough to stand in for your father is honorable.. It's cute too," They'd end with.

As the evening wore on, the gait in my steps had normalized, the pulsing in my quim lessening. Undernearth my dress, the remants of what Parker left inside me had matted the gusset of my pantyhose. Sure, my dress was long enough that it should hide any....unwanted sights, correct? But unaware of the full extent of the recent past, the slit in my dress, periodically exposing my legs with each step I took would, soon, come into play.

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"Alright everyone! It's time for our couples scavenger hunt!" The moderator announced.

As couples begun to gather at the front, several others chose not to participate.

"Wanna take part?" I asked my son, hastily running a hand over his forearm.

"Sure. Why not," Parker exclaimed, willing to join in. Quickly walking back to our table, I left my shawl and removed my high heels. Not knowing what to expect, I wasn't going to wear my shoes for the festivities.

"Alright everyone," the moderator began. Handing a stack of envelopes to an assistant, they began to hand them out to each couple.

"Inside, you'll find a list of items. they're all same. The first couple to find all 5 items wins this prize."

"Ooooooooooh," Was announced throughout the crowd, as on the envelope, it showed "Air Canada" labeled.

"The winners will get a 3 day-2night trip to Montreal, all expenses paid with 2 coach tickets aboard Air Canada."

Astonished at the winners prize, I wasn't all that confident we'd win, but the fun of partaking in games has always been a thing of mine. Opening our envelope it showed the 5 items to he sought after.

1.) A pink lip gloss tube

2) 1 of 5 $100 bill hidden in the venue with a black check mark on the corner.

3) 1 of 5 wine glasses with a red dot on the bottom

4) 1 of 5 American quarters hidden amongst the room.

5) If anyone has an unopened condom package on their person.

"1 and 5 must be personally in your possession, while 2,3, and 4 are hidden throughout the banquetroom." It was said to us.

"Well, looks like we won't be winning," I joked with Parker. "Our condoms are in our room." Silent, Parker just nodded, a thoughtful look on his face.

"And Go!" The moderator ordered. As couples began moving around the room, I saw a sly smile purse my son's lips.

Immediately going to my purse, I pulled out a pink tube of lipgloss. " There's one!" I loudly exclaimed, waving it around in the air.

Seeing people scampering around it was joyous. Everyone feeling 18 again, we found ourselves bumping into each other, looking under obvious glass flues, and lifting up everything not lockeddown.

"Mom!" Parker announced, "I found a Quarter!" Pleased with his achievement, I marked off #4.

For the next few minutes, I was focused on the list. Looking for Parker, I'd noticed he wasn't near me. Figuring he was trying to locate another piece of our list, I carried on. Parker isn't very tall, only 5'10. But he is 245 lbs, so I cannot see over taller people as there were other couples participating in the hunt.

As I went back toward my table, I saw a lady looking under each, figuring she had a plan, I dropped on my knees, and peeked under the tablecloth. BINGO! Reaching for the $100 bill taped sneakily beneath, I carefully removed it. Marking it off our list, I just figured if we found 4 of the 5, just enjoying the fun would have been worth it.

"Mom," I heard behind me, "Did you find anything?" With a little labor in his breath, Parker sounded frantic.

"Are you ok, Sweety?" I asked him, worried.

"Yeah," he panted. "But can I ask uou a question?"

Tilting my head, curious. I was concerned. "Ok?"

"Do you want that trip mom?" His question, pointed. Not putting 2and 2 together, I just stood there. "Do you?" He asked again, much more seriously.

"Sure, I'd like to," I answered, "but honey we have to realis..." I tried adding.

Cutting me off, he stood closer to me, "Reach into my coat pocket," he said, eyes focused on me. Reaching into his pocket, I felt the crinkle of something. Surprised, I pulled it out just enough to see.

"Parker, no," I voiced. "I'd like to win the trip, but we can't, suddenly have a condom. How do we explain YOU having a condom handy?"

"Trust me mom," Parker reiterated. "I won't embarrass you, OK?"

Against my better judgment, I nodded. "OK, honey." Pulling out the $100 dollar bill I'd found, I said, "That's four then, sweety. We need to find 1 of the 5 wine glasses and we have a chance."

Now focused on our last chore, I knew not all of the wine glasses would be obvious. "Come with me, Honey," I said, taking his hand.

Walking up to the administrator of the event, I asked if there was a limit to the areas that could be searched. After telling us the ballroom, kitchen, bathrooms, coatrack etc, were in bounds, Parker looked at me. Like he could read my mind, simultaneously we said, "Kitchen!"

Scurrying there, we realized no other folks had journeyed inside. Some of the staff, had sly smirks on their faces, as they realized we suspected something others may not have. One particular kitchen worker moved their eyes toward the pile of dishes and, suspiciously placed used, wine glasses waiting to be washed.

"Over there, baby," I said. Stepping aside. the workers knew the final glass was about to be found. "Honey!" I shouted, holded the glass up. "I found one!" Seeing the red dot on the bottom, We hastily headed back to the main banquet room.

Stopping me at the door, I looked at Parker.

"Don't worry mom. We got this. They think I have a girlfriend.... Remember?" Smiling back at him, I felt a twinge of relief.

Walking in, people were still hunting about. At 8:45 we hear, "Times up!"

Suddenly gaining everyone's attention, the moderator spoke. "Alright. How many couples. found at least 2 items?" Several hands raised.

"3?" The next question sounded, several hands dropped, while many stayed in the air.

"Now 4." It wasn't a question, but more, a statement. Suddenly all hands dropped except for 5, Our hands being part of that.

"And the final question. Does anyone have all 5?" But before anyone could answer, the moderator added, "If more than one couple answers, then the one who gives shows us all 5 things on the list, first, wins."

Looking around, none of the other 4 raised a hand. Instantly, my son raised his.

"Hawh!" Gasps filled the room as those who had previously met my son, watched how nonchalantly he put all the items down on the

moderators table. One by one, each item showing the markings that were expected. The condom, a magnum XL, was placed on the table.

"We have a winner!" The moderator announced. As the clapping commenced, obviously from those who I hadn't spoken to, there were also looks of...surprise? Like those I've spoken to, already knows Parker is my son, yet some know from conversations at our table he has a "girlfriend." Not knowing that "Girlfriend" is me, I tried to play it off.

Walking up cautiously, I was handed the envelope containing everything. Taking pictures, I was embarrassed to say the least.

"So, when you plan on cashing this in," I was asked.

"I'll have to call my husband after we leave here, and figure it out!"

As laughter filled the room, other suspicious glances, also appeared.

"All right everyone! This concludes our activities for tonight!" The moderator said.

Leaving the stage, we went to retrieve my shawl and my high heels. Trying to deflect any possible suspicious assumptions from others, I pretended to scold Parker. "Parker! Oh my goodness," I exclaimed, feigning incredulity, "Why on Earth would you have that in your wallet?"

By now, our table was vacant as everyone sitting with us had left. As I lifted my shawl, our room key appeared. Figuring my son took. it out of his pocket, so as not to misplace it, I thought none-to-the-wise.

Walking with him to the elevator, the gleam in my eyes, amazed at this young man, was hard to hide.

As the doors of the elevator closed, lifting us to the 8th floor, I quietly said, "Let's put that condom to good use ok?"

Reaching our door, Parker fumbled with the key. Opening the door, we walked in. After laying my shawl on the dresser, I stepped closer to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I proceeded to tell him, "Ready to take your girlfriend to bed?"

"Definitely, mom," he chimed in, as I stepped away and sat on the beds edge. Watching him remove his clothing, I lifted the bottom of my ballroom hown over my waist.

"You decide how you want my pantyhose tonight, sweetheart," I lustfully said, slowly opening my legs.

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11:15 pm.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!"

Ever since we arrived back into our room, Parker and I went at it. Rewarding him for respecting my boundary after the earlier mishap, my panting moans were only mirrored by each grunt from him.

"Ahh mom! Fuck yes," He'd chant, plunging my tunnel. Having cum once already, the initial condom, the one he'd used as the winning piece in the scavenger hunt, sat full on the side table. Filling it, I knew he wasn't done by a long shot.

"Ba..baby," I panted, my nylon clad legs pointing upward. "Oh honey, just like that." With my nylons pulled down just below my hips, it was uncomfortable since my son was fully on top of me.

Pumping into me, it wasn't as frantic as the first time when he'd exploded on the condom 5 minutes after we started the first time. Pulling out of, just to the edge of my entrance, he'd formidable push his length as deep in me as he could, eliticing a yelp. The sloshing, slurping from his constant in and out, was erotic.

"Ohhh Parker yessss.." The sinful seduction in my voice, fighting the 240 lb. specimen on top of me, strained to be coherent, "Yes.Yes.Yes."

No chaos this time, we were enjoying each other in a way we normally are intimate. Lovingly. Oh there are plenty of instances where its' frantic. Intending to "plough you through the mattress, mom," I don't mind his boisterousness at times. When he's overly stimulated I'm always on my back, him happily pounding my matronly passage.

"Fuck yes, mom!" he grunted, through gritted teeth, feeling the smoothness of the hosiery on my legs, running along his body, every dive into my depths. The sebsation of his balls slapping my ass made our incestuous mating all the more inviting.

"Cum for mama, baby," I whisper to him, his face stuck in the crook of my neck. "Fill my that condom, honey." Running one through his hair, I realized I'd never put my wedding ring back on when we went down to the party after our little "issue".

Feeling his hips speed up, the turmoil began to heighten. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" Over and over his piston drove into me. Legs flailing uncontrollably, I redoubled my grip on my don. "Fuck your mother, young man," I'd cried, a little too loudly. "Oh god yes!!"

"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Fucccckkkkmommmmm!" Parker yelped, locking our lower bodies together. "Take... it...!" he yelled, shaking uncontrollably above me.

"Every drop, sweety. Empty yourself." Now gently raking my nails along his sides, I could another strong eruption explode inside me. The remnants being deposited, filled yet, another condom. "Ohh Parker," I mewled, looking up at the ceiling.

Slowing his jerking, he released my legs from his shoulders, dropping my high heels onto his lower back.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," I mewled, bringing his face to mine. Kissing him, like a lover would, we exchanged tongues. Releasing our lips, he started to lift himself off of me. The sweat we'd built up over the last hour was prominent. "Better?" I mentioned, as I enjoy the sight of the handsome, yet satiated, young man above me.

"Uh huh," was all he could muster, fighting to regain his breathing.

"I need you to pull out fully, Parker. My legs are numb," I'd admitted.

"Two condoms left mom," Parker pointed out, the box almost empty.

"Puhlop!" Causing a void, my pussy was empty. The exhaustive nature I felt, was interrupted by the extreme soreness I was dealing with. As my son stood off the bed, I saw the balloon at end of his penis. The glistening shine on the condom brought a moment of shame. Quickly fading away, I then noticed a layer of white foam coating the manicured bush between my legs.

"Help me up," I stated, holding my hand out to him. Once I was in a seated position, I grabbed my phone. Seeing numerous texts and phone calls, from my husband and one from my daughter, I decided to call them tomorrow.

"Knockclunk!!"

Hearing a noise at our door, our attention turned toward it.

"Oh my God," We'd heard from outside. "She just finished fucking her son."

Before Parker could move to open it, the heels and other footsteps could be heard hurriedly scampering down the hall.

"Parker?" I said, realizing our secret was out. "Oh no."

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I'll begin Ch. 6 soon. Thanks for reading.