Chapter 2

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Margaret woke up, rising sun shining into her eyes. The events of the previous night hit her like a ton of bricks. She covered her face with a gasp and lay like this for a bit. Did she really fuck her son and his two friends last night? Not only was her mind telling her yes, but her body immediately responded to the memory, her nipples hardening and arousal rushing through her core. What was she going to do? Her rational mind searched for answers but in her heart of hearts, she knew exactly what she was going to do. Or who, to be more precise. She was going to do her son and his friends again, given half a chance. There was no getting around it, last night was one of the most, if not the most satisfying, she ever experienced. The hapless mother groaned, her mind torn between lust, the amazing feeling of being desired and feeling like she was 25 again and guilt and shame of being such a slut. As she dressed, she mulled over the dress choices. It seemed that, if she was going to try to draw a line under last night, she shouldn’t wear the same thing as yesterday, surely. She settled on a pair of jeans, instead of a skirt. She looked at herself in the mirror and again groaned inwardly as her mind immediately noted how figure hugging the jeans were. The lustful mother found herself wondering if the boys, and especially Tim, will like what they will see.

The boys were waiting at the car already. “Good morning!” she called out brightly, determined to act natural. Despite that, she was fully aware of the boys’ eyes roaming over her jeans and especially her large behind, being shown off to good effect. She gave Tim a peck on the cheek. “Shall we get started? We can stop for breakfast on the way.” “Of course, Margaret”, Mark smiled at her. The use of her first name was a jarring reminder of the new group dynamics, shattering the semblance of normalcy that she was trying to build. Margaret briefly drew a shuddering breath as his knowing smile sent another wave of arousal through her. As they started driving, she knew that there was no avoiding the conversation.

“Boys...” she began, before realising she didn’t quite know how to proceed. “Look” she began again. “Last night...”. “You were great, Mum!” Tim piped up. He touched her arm briefly. Margaret groaned inwardly. Her chances of resisting any new encounters were clearly minimal, judging by her body’s responses. Even that touch brought out goosebumps. “I know” she continued, “It was ... I felt like ... look, it was so good ... but we have done something we probably shouldn’t.” “No, but, Mrs. Davenport” Mark protested, in his haste addressing her like he would have normally. “Why not? It felt good and we were all happy. I don’t think it was the wrong thing to do.” Margaret felt her eyes well up with tears at the earnestness in his voice. “No, no, honey, you didn’t do anything wrong”, she hastened to reassure him. “It’s my fault ... I should have been more mature and had more self-control. I’m scared that this will ... affect you boys in some way. And Tim...” her voice broke slightly. Tim stroked her hand. “No, no, Mum” he protested. “It was so ... special. I loved it! I love you, Mum!” Tears rolled down Margaret’s face and she wiped up them away, sniffling. “Really, honey?” she asked, her mind a whirl. “Of course, Mum!” Tim exclaimed. He leaned over, kissing her on the cheek. “Please don’t cry! I was so happy to make you feel good.” “Us too” Mark and Jake chimed in. “It was so good!” Margaret gave them a watery smile in the rearview mirror. The truth was that Mark’s mind was calculating how he could take advantage of this situation. He instinctively felt like he had Margaret right where he wanted her and, if he played his cards right, she will be amenable to more than a few more trysts. “Okay” Margaret said “Well, you boys might still have to call me Mrs Davenport in public, just in case”. “Of course” Jake reassured her, nodding. “We have to keep it all on the down low.”

The car stopped at a roadside cafe. Margaret, Tim and boys occupied one of the tables and the young men tucked in. The conversation flowed naturally and any awkwardness Margaret felt quickly dissipated. Of course, she could feel the boys’ sly glances at her cleavage but these again made Margaret feel happy and desired. In fact, she found herself in a more playful mood, doing things like leaning slightly more forward than necessary to reveal more of said cleavage when reaching across the table and giggling as this made the boys stumble over their words briefly. For their part, the boys felt slightly bolder, occasionally stroking her legs beneath the table when they were sure that no one was looking.

As Margaret went to pay for their breakfast, the woman behind the counter looked at her and then at their table. “Are they all yours, love?” she asked. “One is” Margaret chuckled. The woman looked at her strangely. “You must be having a good trip, love ... you look like you are glowing. Good to see you are still so into your man.” Margaret blushed under the woman’s gaze. She giggled nervously. “Yes ... he is just, er, around...”. The woman gave her another speculative look. “Uh-huh” she said in a voice that suggested she was entirely unconvinced. “Well, I hope you have a ... good time, love” the woman added as Margaret paid. The pause sounded very much like it was on purpose, again causing the married woman to blush. As she turned back to the table, she could feel the counter lady’s eyes on their group. “Uh, boys” she hissed. “I think I need you to be on your best behaviour. That woman back there seemed a bit suspicious.” Mark and Jake quickly jumped up, filing out of the cafe as Margaret and Tim followed them.