Chapter 2

We talked a lot after sex; shraing secrets about what we had never shared with any other person; like things we had secretly wanted to do, given the chance; fancifull things. it was a liberating thing to do; exposing your soul’s dark side to your new lover. She told me then that her name was actually Margo, but she had been tagged ‘Molly’ at school; and it had stuck.

I looked at her a while and then said, “Well, I’m renaming you Margo again; ... because it suits you; and a lot more sexy than Molly!”

“She looked at me with awe, saying softly, “I’m so please about that darling.” ... then as she kissed me tenderly, I asked her when she had first found me sexually attractive?

Now she was evassive and shy; she tried changing the subject ... but when I insisted, she opened up the passed.

She then whispered it had been on the hot summer’s day of my 16th birthday; when barechested, I was pushing the lawnmower in just jeans. She had got turned on watching me; and felt bewildered ... but later in the bathroom she had frigged herself off over me!

At that time things had not been going well between Mother and Dad in bed ... she had been turning her back on him ... so suddenly having feelings for me were all the more shamefull ... and that initial attraction had not faded ... it had lain dormant ... even when I had got myself hooked into marraige ... her yearning for me had been there.

Thats why she’d allowed me close on the dance floor - why she’d not stopped me making obscene suggestions before we left for home; ... and why she allowed me into her bedroom. Her eyes had glased up. I took her in my arms and we kissed with passion.

Our affair was a forbiden love that had to remain hidden. In public I am the son protective of his mother; at home I am wallowing in a sexual wirlpool of incest with her.

But I was also aware that she was now an attractive divorcee; which would not go unnoticed at the office. That was made me uneasy, so to keep her fascinated with me, I dreamt up the idea of sex-games; kind of role-play fantasy’s that would keep our affair a sexual adventure.

We would sometimes become different characters, or even ourselves somewhere different and experiment with situations that took on a lif e of their own!

Our first game was based on Margo’s fond memory of me with the lawnmower on my 16th birthday!

This is how it played out in our role-play...

Margo Chiverton was working in her flower garden one afternoon when a teenage boy came down the street pushing a lawnmower!

She didn’t know him, but she sure liked his physique.

He suddenly turned and walked up her sidewalk! “Hi There! - It’s Mrs Chiverton - isen’t it?” he smiled.

“Well ... yes; I am - who are you?”

“Me? I’m from just down the road; I’m Lance Peters; I’m in the same class as your son Jason!”

“Oh ... I see? Well you probably know that Jason is currently on a cultral exchange programme.”

“Yeh, ... so do you need your lawn mowed Ma’am? You can pay me what ever you think I’m worth?

“Well ... Ok Lance ... that’s fine ... but as it’s rather warm, you better take your top off before you start.”

“Sure thing Mrs Chiverton!”

Margo watched him take his top off, and as he did so she saw how his broad shoulders tappered all the way down to the bulge between his thighs. His pure white tummy was as flat as a board. “How old are you anyway Lance?”

“I’m Sixteen plus Ma’am - same as your Jason!”