Wrong Number?
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
It was a busy morning at work, and it kept my mind focused except for a quick peek at Peter when he walked by.
I was in the break room sipping a coffee and reviewing a file I had brought with me. Someone sat at my table. I looked up and it was Peter.
“Hi, Sara. Do you mind if I join you?”
“No, no, it’s fine.”
I thought I could hear genuine concern in his voice, “You look awfully busy this morning.”
“Yes, we landed the Gladden project.”
“I thought maybe you could use a little break. How about we go out for a drink after work tomorrow?” He flashed that enchanting smile.
I didn’t know what to say at first. This was right out of the fantasy John and I shared the other night. “Gee, I don’t know. I could use a little break from work and the house. But ... let me think about it. I will let you know tomorrow.” I was a bit flustered as I picked up my file and stood up. “Sorry, got to get back to work,” and quickly walked out of the break room, leaving my half-finished coffee behind.
I sat at my desk wondering why I didn’t just say no thanks. I left it open that I might actually consider going out with a married man over fifteen years my junior.
Peter asking me out was all I could think about when I got home that night. I thought about talking to John, but he was watching a ball game. But it felt awkward to approach him about my sex life face to face.
The game ended around 10:30 pm, and John stretched and headed upstairs to his room. As soon as I heard his bedroom door shut, I ran upstairs to change into my nightgown, got in bed and called John’s number.
“Hey, Mom, what’s up?”
“You are not going to believe what happened at work today.”
“Okay, I won’t believe you.”
I ignored that comment and forged ahead. “Peter asked me to go out for a drink.”
John sounded excited for me, “See, I told you, you’re a babe. When are you supposed to go?”
“Tomorrow. Tuesday is kind of a strange day to go out for a drink, don’t you think?”
“It’s probably the night his wife goes out for aerobics, visits friends or whatever, and he knows he has a few hours free. Are you going?”
“I don’t know. I told him I would think about it. When it was only a fantasy, I was sure I would do it, but now that it may be real, I don’t know what to do. What do you think I should do? What if he wants to sleep with me? ... Stop laughing ... I know that’s where it is most likely headed if I accept going out for a drink. He seems to be a nice guy, good-looking, young, and your mother is due for a romp in the hay. But damn it, he is married.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.