Chapter 2

THE PRESENT

Dexter was panting above me and I could feel his heart beating. Every few moments more spurts of his hot cum shot inside me making me involuntarily moan with pleasure, my face lifted up from the pillow. It was loud and heard as there was immediately a knocking on the door.

“Mum, are you OK?”

It was John.

“Yes, darling,’” I replied. “Just waking up. Why did you ask?”

“I heard you moan and there were other noises, too. I was worried.” John answered.

“I’m fine, darling,” I called back and had to stifle another moan as another wad of spunk shot into me. “Tired. I got in very late. I ‘m going to lie in for a while. I might even go back to sleep.”

“I’ve cooked you some breakfast, mum.”

It was Paul.

“As you’re tired I’ll set it up on a tray and bring it in.” Paul continued.

“No. No,” I said, panicking. “I’m not hungry at all.”

I then gave a loud yelp as Dexter, not liking me talking so loud, jumped off my back with no warning, pulling his knot and cock out of my pussy. He made a loud noise as he jumped down onto the floor.

“There is something wrong,” shouted John. “I’m coming in.”

THE PAST

Move on and my boys have just turned 19. They are so handsome and make me proud every day.

They still live with me and all three have similar interests. Photography, video and computer animation.

I rented out a small warehouse space just out of town. There they set up an office, a studio and an area where they could do computer animation. At the rear it even have a small room they used for the occasional sleep over. Three single beds fitted in their quite comfortably and I had a shower installed.

We, I was paying the bills and acting as unpaid bookkeeper, also employed a young girl they knew from college to act as secretary, receptionist and everything else a start up small business needs. Their bread and butter, that paid the bills, was weddings and from an occasional piece of advertising work from one of the local TV stations that started to improve. It was soon noticeable from the advertisers their work was much better than the television station in house productions.

Within six months I didn’t have to write a cheque to cover the overheads. They were on their way and I would soon have to start reviewing their monthly allowance and change it to proper salaries.

And my paintings were getting some rave notices and not just locally. I started getting some very rewarding commissions – mainly portraits – and some shall we say more risqué work. I, apparently was one the few gifted artists not afraid to paint scenes that some would call highly pornographic – my only carved in stone proviso – my name would not appear anywhere on the paintings nor would I be associated with them in anyway. I had no dealings with these clients insisting instead it was done through a third party and I had a company set up to deal with it. I linked it to my sons’ company that I had also set up through a lawyer friend of mine who I dated occasionally. He was married and therefore I knew I could trust him.

Yes. I had grown up! My secret erotic painting work made me a lot of money that I didn’t really need and no one other than my friend and I knew about it. Or so I thought.