Chapter 5: Fourth Date

I started thinking about how I could “go all the way” with Andy ona date. It wasn’t what I had planned back a few weeks ago when I had the crazy idea of dating my son to give him some experience. Now it wasn’t about teaching him as much as it was about satisfying my desires. I found dating him so much more thrilling and exciting than I had expected. It reopened my memories of my teen years and I didn’t want it to stop.

But I knew at the same time that I had probably exhausted Peter’s patience for his wife going out on dates on Saturday night. I needed to give it a break and wait for the right opportunity to take Andy on the next step.

I told Andy that I loved dating him but that we needed to take a break so I could go out with his father again. Andy seemed miffed andsome what jealous. I wasn’t surprised. So, I told him that we would continue our dates when the opportunity arose.

That Saturday night, Peter and I went out to dinner and to a movie more suitable for adults than 14-year-old boys. When we came home, the couch beckoned me as I recalled my make out sessions with Andy over the past three weeks. I hoped he was asleep.

I pulled Peter down to the couch and we began kissing. Usually, of course, we made love in the bedroom, but I wanted it here in the living room. I pulled off my top, unhooked my bra and undid Peter’s pants. We replicated what I had done with Andy. As I had expected, it wasn’t half as exciting with my own husband. Maybe it was the novelty of Andy, or maybe it was Andy’s better technique, but my orgasm under Peter’s tongue was inferior to the one I experienced under Andy’s fingers the week before. I told Peter to fuck me here. As he mounted me and we moved together, all I could think of was how great it would be to have Andy on top of me, not Peter. I wished it was Peter asleep upstairs instead.

I had to find a way to do this with Andy. That opportunity came the following week. Peter announced that he had a business trip that required two overnights in the middle of the week. I was giddy with excitement that it meant private time with Andy for two full nights. No chance of anyone stumbling downstairs to see us together.

I told Andy that for our fourth date, I would cook him dinner and we could watch a movie at home instead of going out. I told him that his father would be away so he would be the man of the house for that time.

The night before Peter left on his business trip, I made love again with Peter – to send him off with a smile. The next morning, I took the opportunity to trim my pussy – I wanted to look good for my new lover.

During the day, while I was at work, I had a few second-thoughts about what I was about to do. But, they washed away with the knowledge that I had already masturbated Andy, let him cum on my “tits,” tasted his cum, let him see my bare boobs, and let him bring me to orgasm. Fucking him wouldn’t be that much an additional step in our debauchery. I was on the pill so I didn’t fear pregnancy. Is incest really a problem if you can’t get pregnant? That is how I rationalized it.

When I got home, Andy was finishing his homework. I prepared an Italian dinner and served it on our our good china. I had two glasses of wine to bolster my resolve.

Afterwards, we sat on the couch and turned on the TV. But neither of us saw much of the movie. Almost immediately, Andy leaned over the kiss me and we began a marathon makeout session. As we kissed, I undressed him and let him undress me. Andy on his knees, pulling off my panties was an experience that I will always remember. When he saw my pussy at eye level for the first time, he let out a “whoa” that made me smile. For his part, Andy was already hard when I pulled down his underpants and his cock sprang out upright, almost hitting me in the face. I grabbed it and gave it a kiss – saying that I wanted to please “my man” tonight.