I was almost home as I drove down the street that led to my home. It is a quiet neighborhood, with plenty of nice families. I noticed the neighborhood was a little more busy tonight than usual. The most obvious was the limousine parked in front of my neighbors house across the street.
I pulled into my driveway and crept the car into the garage. I slowly stepped out and walked to my garage door to investigate what was so important for a such a lovely car. I looked across the street, and two beautiful young people emerged from the home.
The young man was dressed elegantly in a black tuxedo, and his beautiful date was dressed in a seductive low cut dress. I could see her cleavage from across the street. I could only imagine the view from a closer look. As I watched them enter the car, my mind drifted back to the prior year when my son Kyle had attended his prom.
My son Kyle is a handsome young man. He is 5'10", about 160 pounds, blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. He is average build, not really the athletic type. In fact, he was Captain of the debate team. Prom was really important to him. He was taking his high school sweet heart. They had dated for longer than I can remember. We talked about prom every night for at least two months. Everything from what colors to wear, to what car to take, etc. It was the night before prom when Kyle was showing signs of nervousness.
I asked him what was wrong, and after a little prying, he told me he was planning on losing his virginity with his girlfriend on prom night. I thought he had already been having sex with his girlfriend, so I was surprised to say the least. He asked me for a women's point of view on sex. What should I tell him? I had kept my sex life a secret from him. He had no idea I was having sex with women, one being his older sister. After a few moments, I told him a few pointers.
I told him to use a soft touch, and take it slow. Definitely do not go the "slam bam thank you maam" I insisted to him. I also urged him to use some protection. I told him I was not ready to be a 43 year old grandmother. I remember taking him to the corner drugstore that night so he could buy some condoms.
Finally prom night arrived and my son looked astonishing in his tuxedo. He had picked up his date, who was wearing a nice dress, but I thought it to be a little conservative for such a wonderful occasion. Of course I took plenty of pictures. I remember kissing Kyle on the cheek as he left, and reminded him of soft, slow touches.
That night I spent my entire time trying to find something to do. It wasn't often I spent the night alone. My daughter Lacey was usually home from college on the weekends, but she was staying to study for final exams. I finally ended up in bed, cuddled up with what turned out to be a boring book. I couldn't wait for Kyle to get home to see how things went.
I looked at my clock, it was almost 11:00 PM. I wasn't expecting Kyle for another couple of hours when I heard the door from the garage close.
"Kyle, Lacey, is that you?" I shouted down the hall.
"Yeah it's me mom" Kyle said with a little gloom in his voice.
"Something wrong honey?" I asked.
He just stood in my doorway, leaning against the frame. The look on his face reminded me of him when his puppy was hit by a car when he was younger. His hair was just as perfect as he left, his tuxedo looked like it had just been pressed, and he was still wearing his bow tie. Obviously things didn't work out. I patted the empty space on the bed next to me, and motioned him to me.
As he sat down, I asked "Want to talk about it?"
"Not much to talk about mom" he said as reached into his pocket. He removed the unopened box of condoms and gave them to me saying, "Guess I won't be needing these."
He began telling me about his evening. He told me about the wonderful dinner they had, the beautiful hotel the prom was being held at, and how beautiful he thought his girlfriend looked. Then he told me the bad news. When the prom ended, and everyone started leaving, his girlfriend told him she had something important to talk to him about. He said she told him she felt the need to explore other "avenues" . She said that college is a learning experience, and they both needed to meet new people. She had already met a young man in college, and began having a relationship with him. But she also felt like she owed Kyle a date to the prom, and now that she had fulfilled that "requirement", they shouldn't see each other anymore, except as just friends.
I wrapped my arm around Kyle and gave him a hug. I pulled his head into my chest and held him. I knew he was hurting inside.
"I'm sorry dear, is there anything I can do? Can I get you something to drink or snack on?" I asked.
I knew he wouldn't want anything, but I thought it would help him to get his mind off of her.
"No, I'm fine. Except for being an eighteen year old virgin, I'm just fine mom." he said with just a hint of sarcasm.
Kyle laid back against the headboard to my bed and took the remote and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels and watched one of the late night comedians. Occasionally he would giggle, so I knew he wasn't devastated to badly. I placed my pillow beside him and sat next to him. I was wearing a green low-cut slip, and my matching thong panties. I had my sheets around my waist, and laid back into my pillow, and began watching the show with him.
I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked towards Kyle's pants, and saw a bulge begin to grow. I glanced at Kyle's eye's and noticed them gazing at my chest. I waited a second and looked to see what he was looking at. My slip had shifted up off my right breast, and it was clearly visible from Kyle's angle. I knew he could see my entire right breast, including my strawberry pink nipple. I looked back at Kyle's pants, and they were extremely tight. I could see the bow of his cock pressing against his zipper.
My heart began beating very quickly, so many thoughts rushed trough my head. I began wondering how long it had been since I had a cock in my pussy. Several years that was for sure!
