Chapter 3

Two weeks later, I was sitting on the couch as I watched Mom come down the stairs without her pantyhose on and wearing the same short skirt she wore the last time she went out to pick up a guy. She came and sat in the chair across from me.

“I’m going out, Honey. I’m sure you know why.”

“Yeah, I could tell by the way you have been acting for the past couple of days.” I’m sure she didn’t realize it, but when she sat down, I could see right up her skirt, “Mom, you’re not even wearing any panties. I can see everything.”

Mom closed her legs, “I’m sorry, Honey.” But then she smiled, “But yes, that’s the idea.”

“That’s how you do it, Mom? You let them see everything to get them interested.”

“Sometimes I wear panties, and sometimes I don’t. It depends on how I feel that particular day. Tonight I’m feeling particularly promiscuous. I’ll flash a few of the younger ones to see their reaction. They always look so surprised.”

“Damn, Mom, from what I saw, you won’t have any trouble getting a reaction.”

My Mom opened her legs again. “Jesus, Mom, you’re doing it again.”

“Did it get a reaction from you?”

“Yes, it did.” Much to my surprise, I got an erection from seeing my mother’s pussy.

Mom got a look in her eyes that I had never seen before. When she leaned forward, I could see the swelling of her breasts down the front of her loose-fitting blouse, “We both know your father is not coming back. You seem to have come to grips with my condition. How would you like to take your father’s place? Kiss me goodbye when you leave. Kiss me when you come home. Sleep with me, love me. You can even fuck me when you are feeling horny. Would you like that, Doug? Why not, Doug? It can’t be any worse than what I do when I go out.”

“Mom, what are you doing?” Mom kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs up. She put her heels on the front edge of the chair and spread her legs, giving me a perfect view of her pussy and ass. It was like my mother was a different person.

“How about it, Doug? You can be my man, and I won’t have to go out as often. I see you looking. It’s all yours if you want it. Sleep with me, and you can have sex with me whenever you want.” Mom put her fingers in her pubic hair and slowly moved her fingers toward her pussy, “If you come upstairs with me right now, I promise I won’t go out for at least a month. See, you would be helping me to be a good girl.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off my mother’s pussy, and neatly trimmed pubic hair. I had a hard-on trapped in my pants. I pushed on my cock to give myself some relief from the tightness in my pants.

“Yes honey, that’s what mommy wants.”

I don’t know where I got the courage to make the demand that I did, “Take your clothes off. Take them all off.” Mom stood up and unbuttoned her blouse, and took it off. She put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. Mom kept smiling at me with that sultry look and lidded eyes as she removed her bra and tossed it onto the chair with her blouse, “Yes, baby. Your father loved to see me undress. You are so much like him in so many ways.

“Do you like them, Honey?” Mom cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, “Your father always enjoyed playing with them, and the boys do too. Their cocks would get so hard. Just like I bet you are right now.”

My god, but mom was being so sexy. It was easy to see how she could entice boys to go with her for sex. She walked over and sat next to me on the couch. She put her arm around me and kissed me as she put her hand on my thigh. Her breasts were firmly pressed against my arm. I rubbed myself through my pants.

“I can do that for you, Honey. Would you like that, Doug? I’ll even suck it for you if you want. Your father would get all excited when I sucked his cock. Whatever you want, Doug. Your father and I did lots of fun things up in our bedroom. I bet you didn’t know we have a pair of handcuffs in the nightstand.”

Mom’s hand moved closer to my cock. Her fingertips touched my hand, “Come on, Doug, let me do that for you.”

I kept rubbing my cock. Mom cupped my balls before leaning over and kissing the back of my hand. I undid my pants as mom unzipped my fly. Mom reached in and freed my cock. Half of my cock disappeared into my mother’s mouth. I couldn’t believe I was letting my mother do this to me. It crossed my mind that if I did this with her, she wouldn’t go out, and we could figure a way to get dad back. She had me so wound up I couldn’t even think straight.

Mom sat up, and she had a look on her face like she had just woken up and realized where she was, “Oh my god, what is wrong with me?”

Mom didn’t even bother to put her bra back on when she put her blouse on and buttoned it. “I’m sorry, Doug. I’m so sorry. I thought if we ... I don’t know what I thought. I’m such a mess.” Mom started to weep. She grabbed her purse and ran out the door. I heard the garage door open and the car start. She was gone and I didn’t hear her come home until 10:00 that night. I confronted her when she came in, “Hey mom, how come your home so early? Was it the kid’s bedtime?” When I calmed down, I wasn’t sure if my anger was of what she does when she goes out or that she left me with my cock hanging out.

“Shut up, Doug. Just shut up.”

Mom ran up the stairs to her bedroom and slammed the door.

I shut my bedroom door and locked it. How could I face my son after what I did? Teasing him like that and taking his cock in my mouth after displaying myself like a whore and begging him to fuck me. Maybe that’s what I am, a damn whore. Maybe I should have charged that kid tonight, “Hey kid, 50 cents and I’ll blow you. Give me a dollar, and I’ll fuck you too.”

I lay on the bed and thought about the boy I picked up. God, he was cute. Light sandy hair and green eyes. He had just turned fifteen and never went all the way with a girl. It didn’t take much to entice him to get in my car with me. A couple of looks up my skirt as I smiled at him and let him know he should come over and sit with me. He tried to act like what he probably thought was cool, but I knew he was nervous.

I hadn’t booked a motel, so I drove to a secluded spot, and we got in the back seat. As we kissed, I pawed at his pants to get them open. I had left my bra on the couch when I fled the house. I’m sure he could feel my hard nipples right through my thin blouse.

“Wow, lady, no panties and no bra. Oh yeah, lady, take it out.”

“Stop talking and kiss me.” He kissed me, and a hand went up my skirt. He felt my pussy, and I knew I was wet. I had his pants undone and pulled his cock out. He was not a tall boy and was small for his age. And so was his cock. It could not have been more than four inches in length. It made him seem younger than he was. I pushed up his t-Shirt and licked his nipples. I just held his cock. I didn’t want him to cum unless it was in my mouth or my cunt. Maybe I should have let him fuck my ass. It would have served me right after what I did to Doug.

I closed my eyes and put my hand between my legs as I concentrated on the boy. I tried to remember his name, Barry. Yes, that was it. He even smelled good. I let him feel me up as I kissed him. It wasn’t long before I had kissed my way down to his belly button. All I had to do was turn my head and stick out my tongue to lick his cock. I always liked to look up to see the look on their face when I did that, especially the young and inexperienced ones like Barry. It was as if they didn’t expect anyone would ever do that to them, but they certainly weren’t going to stop me.

I fingered my clit as I thought of the moment when Barry’s cum poured into my mouth. The sounds of pleasure he made. I remember sitting up and licking the last of his cum from my lips. I took his hand and put it between my legs. I told him to put two fingers in me. I kissed him as he finger fucked me. I eased his head down to my breasts to let him suck. I played with his cock, waiting for it to recover. It wasn’t long before I laid down with my shoulders against the car door, one leg pulled up and against the back of the seat with one foot on the floor as I invited him to mount me.

I know I sighed as his cock entered me. I remember tingling all over as my eyes cast about, looking for a sign that we might get caught. I felt the thrill of danger that would push me closer to an orgasm.

I whispered his name as I fingered my clit to recreate that moment of orgasmic pleasure I felt. “Yes, Doug, fuck me. Oh god, that’s so good.”

It wasn’t even two weeks before I felt the need to go out. All I could think about for the past three days were erotic thoughts of boys with their pants down. For the past three days, I masturbated every day as I recreated some of the more stimulating encounters I have had in my mind.

I smiled as I slipped on the thong that I had bought. I would not dare have something like this in the house when my husband lived here. I never wore pantyhose when on the prowl for boys. The unaccustomed naked feel of my ass while still wearing a garment that covered my pussy was exciting. Maybe I could flash my ass to attract their attention. I laughed at the thought. I put on a loose white peasant blouse and a navy blue skirt that was three inches above my knees.

It was a warm summer afternoon, and I knew a lot of boys would be out in the park in Middleton, a couple of towns over from where we lived. Now that everything was out in the open, I stopped in the den and told Doug I was going out. He just nodded and waved and went back to watching his program on the TV.

I drove to the park and walked the designated path until I spotted a few boys playing soccer. I checked them out, but they all seemed like they were friends. I walked on. I needed to find a loner that I could entice into a conversation after flashing him.

I found a possible candidate by the tennis courts, bouncing a tennis ball off the practice wall with his racket. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen and had blonde hair. He was really cute in his white shorts and tennis sneakers. The fact that he did not have a shirt on and was sweating further excited me.

I sat on a bench at the side of the courts where he could easily see me and sat very casually and let him know I was watching him. He would bounce the ball off the wall several times and then look at me. Each time he looked, my legs opened a bit more.