Chapter 5

Hi, everyone!
Just a heads up ... this chapter is still quite sex-dominated but we do get into Margaret’s inner world a bit more (not just her inner nether regions). Also, there’s a bit of action towards the end that could be classified as “reluctance” but not in any major way.

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Margaret woke up as the sun stretched its rays across the room. She wriggled her bottom, settling deeper into her partner’s loving embrace ... her partner’s ... she gasped as the reality came flooding back in. Her and Tim have evidently fallen asleep in an extremely compromising position. They were both still very much naked, with their bodies pressed against each other. This was clearly having its effect on her son as his morning erection was beginning to press into Jackie’s ample bottom.

“Tim ... Tim, honey” she hissed, her panic overriding her usual response to this evidence of her son’s arousal. She listened for any sounds from outside the room but thankfully the house seemed quiet. Margaret wriggled out of Tim’s arms as he also started to stir. As his eyes opened, he also started as he realised where he was. “Oh my God, Mum,” he gasped. “Did I fall asleep?”

“It’s okay, honey,” Margaret whispered, slowly calming down. “We both did. But listen, it’s still quiet. I think you better sneak across to your room”. Tim quickly gathered his clothes. Margaret giggled as she noticed his gaze roaming over her naked form, despite himself. His erection was now on full display. “Looks like someone is looking forward to today,” she teased him. “I can’t wait,” Tim whispered. He quickly leaned forward, giving her a kiss. Margaret gasped against his mouth as she felt his hand on her breasts. She playfully swatted it aside, laughing despite herself.

“Patience is a virtue, Tim, honey,” she admonished. “Sorry, sorry,” Tim said. “God, Mum, you are just so hot!”. Margaret squeezed her thighs as his words sent a rush of arousal through her. Tim blew her a kiss as he put on his underwear and disappeared out the door.

Margaret took a quick shower and slowly dressed. She still felt full of adrenalin. How could we have been so careless? she thought. Suppose my mum walked in? These thoughts brought back some of the guilt and made Margaret again what she was doing. But mixed in with these was her memory of waking up in Tim’s arms. Previously her experiences with him and his friends were driven by lust and that was still very much part of the picture, but this was the first time she experienced something with her son that one might experience with a lover, a romantic partner. Being with all three of them at once felt like being the most popular girl at the frat party, like being a plaything of three young studs. This felt like ... more. Margaret felt tears prickling at her eyes as she again felt the same rush of maternal love mixing with lust that she felt at the lingerie store.

This rush seemed to sweep away any remaining feelings of guilt. How could this be wrong? How could she be denied this happiness? How could she close off this possibility of feeling alive again, of feeling like a woman again? As she grabbed a towel to dab at her eyes, she was certain of only one thing. She was going to the beach house with her son and his two friends today and have the brains fucked out of her. And then she was going to let Tim know how she truly feels about him.

After breakfast (Margaret and Tim exchanged morning greetings pretending to see each other for the first time that and trying (and failing) not to blush at the memories of the night), Margaret told Amanda that she will be taking Tim down for a day at Bundeena. Before long, they were in her car and heading to the hostel to pick up Mark and Jake. The guys were already outside waiting for them. Margaret’s eyes roamed over their bodies as she found herself with wet panties in anticipation of what was to come.

“Hey, Mrs Daven ... Margaret,” Mark greeted her as him and Jake clambered into the back seat.

“Hi, boys,” Margaret cooed. Unintentionally, that came out more breathy than intended, making both Mark and Jake slightly jump in their seats. “How is your time in Sydney so far?” she asked. “Er ... yeah, yeah, very good,” Jake answered. They spoke about the places they visited.

“So where are we going exactly?” asked Mark.

“It’s my friend’s beach house in Bundeena, in Sydney’s south,” Margaret explained. “It’s a small place, but it’s right on the beach and it’s quite secluded,” she blushed as she said that last part. It felt like up to now all of them were dancing around the fact that they were on the way to have a session of group sex with their friend’s mum. But the word seemed to charge the atmosphere in the car. “Secluded is good,” Mark grinned. As Margaret looked at him in the rear view mirror, the way his eyes blazed with lust made her oil her panties even more than before. In fact, both guys looked like they were ready to drag her to the back seat right now, Margaret thought, feeling a visceral thrill from being desired, being wanted. She wriggled in her seat.

“That’s nice of your friend to let us use the house,” Mark volunteered. “Will she suddenly drop in on us?”

“Oh, we go way back” Margaret laughed. “I, well, I had to drop a hint I was having an affair so that she knows to give us space.” There was momentary silence in the car as Tim, Mark and Jake processed this. Somehow Margaret’s words brought what they were engaged in into stark relief. Margaret sighed: “C’mon, guys, lighten up. Isn’t a girl allowed to have an affair or two?”

This broke the tension, causing laughter all around. As the car stopped at some lights, Mark took advantage of his position behind her by leaning forward and giving her neck a quick kiss. Margaret giggled as Tim’s hand crept on to her thigh. “Hey, no fair,” Jake complained, being seated furthest from her. Margaret gave Tim’s hand a playful slap. “Hey, boys, let’s wait till we actually get to the house,” she laughed. The temperature in the car has risen considerably, everyone inside seeming willing it forward to get there faster.

Finally, Margaret pulled into the front yard of the beach house. “Now, boys,” she said. “I’ve got a little surprise for you, but I will need the car to myself for a sec. Can you jump out and maybe go in the house first? No peeking”. “Awww” the guys chorused almost in unison, causing everyone to break into laughter again.

“Don’t worry, you will get to see it all eventually,” Margaret reassured them.

“More than see, right?” Mark chuckled, his hand sneaking around her front and squeezing her breast quickly. Margaret laughed breathily and swatted his hand away, feeling her nipples already hardening with anticipation. “Yes, yes, but now you have to go,” she giggled. The boys piled out of the car, looking around and then moving to the front door. When they were inside, Margaret quickly stripped, put on her lingerie purchases, then her regular clothes on top again. She was wearing a tank top and denim jeans.