Wrong Number?
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Sara's twenty-one year old son speed-dials the wrong number. Sometimes you have secrets that your mother is better off not knowing. Especially when they involve her best friend.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Masturbation Oral Sex
For some reason, it felt like Peter walked by my cube more often than usual. I even thought I caught him smiling at me. I know it was because I was more aware of him. First of all, he was always smiling. Secondly, he had to go by my cube to use the copy machine and go to the men’s room, the break room and the vending machines. I knew it was from last night’s foolishness with John on the phone. By 3:00 that afternoon, I decided that I would sleep with him if he were single.
I got home about 5:45 and started supper. John was just finishing up mowing the back lawn.
“Hey, Mom, have I got time to take a shower before supper?”
“Plenty of time. Supper won’t be ready for another forty-five minutes.”
We had a quick supper, and then John left to meet a friend. I ran a few errands and was back by 9:30. I settled in and watched a little TV until a little after 11:00. I had just gotten into bed when I heard John come in and head for his room. My phone buzzed. I picked it up and answered, “Hey, John.”
“Hey, Babe,”
I smiled. “You think I’m a babe?”
“Of course, you are, Mom. Did you talk to your boyfriend at work today?”
“Boyfriend?” I knew who he meant, but I thought it better to play it coy.
“You know the young guy you are lusting after at work.”
“Oh, you mean Peter, and I am not lusting after him. He is just cute to look at.”
“So he has a name now.”
“Yes, he has a name,” I replied as I rolled my eyes.
“Would you sleep with him?”
Knowing it would never happen, I figured what the hell. It’s just a fantasy, and I wanted to hear what John would say to his mother even thinking such thoughts. “If he were single? Yes, I would sleep with him.”
“Even though he is so much younger than you?”
“If he came on to me, I would definitely think about it. It might be fun.”
“You would have fun sex?”
“Yes, don’t you?” I replied a little more forcefully than I meant to.
“Well yeah, but...”
“I may be a single mother and forty-one years old, but I am not dead yet.”
“So you really would sleep with him?”
“Yes. I definitely would.” I could not help but smile as I strung my son along in our silly fantasy.
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