FOSTER MOM TRIES NEW THINGS

t all started at our neighbor Joanne's dinner party. She invited all the people on our street. She was divorced with an 18 year old son, Jake, and obviously her previous husband had money. Her home was immaculate and she and Jake drove expensive new cars.

My husband Jorge had drunk too much as usual, sinking down cocktails before we even left the house. The wine was flowing at Joanne's and Jorge downed glass after glass. I had on a short dress and thigh highs, hoping he'd want me later, but I could tell he'd pass out before we had a chance. This was becoming more and more common in our marriage. I was unable to give Jorge children and he always wanted a son and heir. My infertility is part of the reason he lost interest in me, but I think he also has a mistress somewhere. We fostered and then adopted our son Craig, but he has always been closer to me than to his father.

As we sat down to eat, I was seated beside Leo, the son of my other neighbor, a petite single mother named Emily with great curves and beautiful auburn hair. She was another well-provided-for divorcee. They seemed to be multiplying on our street. Emily sat across from me and we got into a conversation about the courses she was taking for her Psychology Ph.D. I started to notice she was flashing glances at her son as we talked. At one point, I dropped my napkin. As I bent down to retrieve it, I saw Emily's shapely, stockinged leg stretched across beneath the table. Her dainty foot was nestled between her son Leo's thighs. She was rubbing him with her toes! As I spread the napkin on my lap, she looked across the table and smiled conspiratorially, like we were sharing a secret. I couldn't believe she was acting this way with her son. She wasn't even drunk!

I glanced down at Leo's lap. His pants were bulging -- he was obviously enjoying his mom's attention. As I turned, Leo caught my eye and had the nerve to wink at me. Then he touched my leg. The little bastard had his hand on my thigh! I was so shocked that I froze for a few moments. His hand crept upwards and moved confidently over my stocking tops. He stroked my bare upper thigh for a few moments. Then I felt his fingers petting me through my panties. Before I could move to stop him, he was inside my panties, pushing his finger between my lips.

I snapped of my frozen state and pushed his hand away. Leo brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed them casually, as though checking if he had garlic on his hands, all the time looking me over like I was his dessert. I stood up and pulled down my dress. The party was winding down and I wanted to get out of there asap. I grabbed Jorge, who was deep in a drunken conversation with a plastic surgeon.

"We're leaving NOW!" I whispered. He started to complain and I gripped his arm. "NOW!" I hissed.

As we said our goodbyes to Joanne, Emily came up close behind me.

"Can we talk?" she whispered, putting her small hand on my back. "Not now, but tomorrow can we have lunch? I'll call you."

"Ok, great!" I smiled, not knowing what else to say, without appearing weird or drawing attention. I dragged Jorge out the door and he walked unsteadily back home. Of course, he wanted a nightcap, but I steered him away from the liquor cabinet and pushed him upstairs. He undressed clumsily, talking non stop about the party and then lay down across the comforter in his underwear, mumbling about golf. Two minutes later he was snoring.

I went to our walk-in closet, closed the door and began to undress. I removed and hung up my dress as I studied myself in the big mirror. I was wearing a matching grey bullet bra and 50's style sheer panties. My big breasts stood out nicely in the pointy cups. My body looked pretty good in my sexy undies, stockings and heels. I ran my hands over my slim hips and remembered the scene with Leo and his mother. Emily was obviously turning him on with her pretty little feet. That might explain how he found the nerve to feel up a married woman twice his age!

What was going on with them? Were they resally an item? It sure seemed like it, the way she was acting. Why didn't I stop Leo faster? Of course he was a good-looking young man, but I just sat there and let him put his hand inside my panties! He had almost been fingering me while I sat there, doing nothing. Then he had the nerve to smell my scent on his fingers. Julie had to have seen that too! The worst thing was, I knew I didn't stop him sooner because I was enjoying it!

I hadn't had a strange man, much less a teenage boy, put his hand up my dress in years. As soon as he touched me, my body responded with a gush of excitement. I was still soaking wet down there. I felt like a woman having a secret affair. and for a moment, I didn't want it to stop. Under different circumstances, I would have let him finger me until I came. That's how desperate you are, I told my reflection, you're starved for attention.

And Emily wanted to have lunch tomorrow! What did she want? She knew I'd noticed what she and Leo were doing. She also must have seen her son make his move on me. What did she want to say? Beg me to keep it all a secret?

I was still turning from side to side in the mirror. Would Leo like me in this underwear? Was I a potential Mrs. Robinson? Was I really fantasizing about Emily's son? I pictured Leo and his mother. Did she spread her shapely thighs for him? Was her cute curvaceous body writhing under him right now? My God! Why did thoughts of a mother fucking her son excite me? I must be truly desperate!

I unhooked my pointy bra and let it slide off my breasts. For a thirty-seven year-old, my breasts were nicely preserved with zero stretch marks. I had never had a baby to suck and stretch them. My nipples were hard and my upper chest was flushed. I was really turned on! I caressed my sensitive nipples. Why wasn't Jorge doing this to me? Why didn't he have his hand in my panties? I slid them down my thighs and touched my big clit. I was still swollen from Leo's advances. What if I'd let him finger me? I almost did! Did he think I was an easy target? A frustrated housewife? A married slut?

Just then, a loud noise broke my reverie. Someone was banging on the front door. It sounded urgent. I pulled up my panties, threw a robe on and rushed downstairs. I opened the door, and my son Craig fell against me, almost knocking me over.

"Craig!" I said, "What happened? Where's your key?"

He smelled of beer and he was obviously very upset.

"Sorry mom," he said, "I lost my keys and my wallet. I had a terrible night."

"What happened darling? I thought you and Fran were going to a party."

"Oh we did. We sure did. And she left the party with a big fucking jock from school! She literally walked out the door hand in hand with another guy. She dumped me like a jerk, the bitch!'

"Oh my God! I can't believe Fran did that!"

I was horrified. They had been going out for two months and they seemed happy enough. What the hell was happening? Craig leaned against me and started to sob.

I pulled him close and stroked his hair, feeling his warm tears on my neck.

"There now baby. She's not worth it! She doesn't deserve you." I whispered.

"Oh mom, it's so embarrassing! Everyone was there! They all saw what happened! She made me look like a total loser, and we were supposed to be..." he broke off and sobbed again.

"Supposed to be what?"

"Oh fuck! What's it matter now! We were supposed to sleep together all night for the first time"

"Oh sweetheart! How terrible! How could she! Was she drunk?"

"Yes! But so was everyone. I'm drunk too! I'm such a loser!"

I was holding Craig and in the midst of all the drama I had forgotten I was barely dressed His face was pushed against my upper chest and his cheek was brushing my bare breasts.

"God mom, you feel so warm and lovely," Craig murmured He slid his hands down my back and gripped my butt cheeks through the robe. He held me closer and I realized the hard thing I was feeling was his cock. My son had blue balls and he was rubbing himself impetuously against me!

I didn't want to push him away. He had suffered enough rejection for one night. He was also drunk and only half-conscious of what he was doing. He was just trying to get relief on my body. His hands went inside my robe. He held my ass through my panties and dry humped me.

"Craig, I think we need to go to bed now," I said gently. Then I realized how that sounded. "I mean it's time for you to go to sleep darling. This has all been too much. It'll all look different in the morning."

He groaned. "Oh Mom! Your body is so soft. I just want.... I need..."

He was holding me close. He had been cruelly let down. I knew what he needed and I knew I could help him feel better. That was all that mattered. I suddenly made up my mind: It was my duty as a mother to let him do what he needed so he could relax and sleep!

I opened his jeans and released his aching cock. It was bigger than I'd imagined (not that I'd been imagining his cock) and hard as iron. A big change from Jorge, I couldn't help thinking bitterly. I let my robe slip off my shoulders and bared my breasts. He groaned with pleasure and ran his hands over them. I could not deny my own arousal. I slid his pumping cock under my panties and let him rub against my bare pussy.

"That's it darling" I whispered, "Give it all to Mama. But don't put it inside me!"

He held my hips and bucked against me. I was doing my motherly duty, but I felt wild and abandoned. Was I acting like Craig's mother or a whore? I had let one teenage boy finger me. Now my son was inside my panties. He was rubbing his thing on my naked vulva. The thought that I was acting like a whore was shameful but it excited me. I had wasted 18 years with a man who didn't want me. Two young men tonight seemed to want my body, didn't I deserve some wild sex with a horny young guy? Craig pulled me closer and flooded my panties with his warm, sticky cum.

He suddenly seemed to recognize what he was doing.

"God, Mom, I'm sorry! I'm really drunk. I didn't mean to do that. Please forgive me!"

I held him close and caressed his face. "It's fine darling! There's nothing to forgive. It's all ok. It'll be our little secret baby."

I kissed him on the mouth, impetuously. I would never normally kiss my son like that!

"You're a handsome, sexy guy Craig!" I reassured him. "Any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend. I wanted this too, I was a little drunk too. I got caught up in the moment, so we both did it. It'll never happen again of course, but now we need to go to bed and sleep it off. Go on darling! I'll see you in the morning and everything will be fine. Trust me."

I helped him up the stairs to his room, kissed him again, on the cheek this time. Then I closed the bedroom door behind him.

I went to the bathroom and turned on the light. I was naked except for my damp, panties and stockings, all drenched in Craig's semen. I stepped out of my panties, trying not to get cum on my shoes. It was all over my stomach and thighs. I smelled of sex. I scooped it off my panties and licked my fingers. He tasted good! I adore the taste of a man's cum. God, I was being so slutty, but it had been too long since I felt like this.

I held my panties to my face and breathed the scent. I hadn't experienced so much raw male desire in forever it seemed. Two young men had been inside my panties in one night and I was gloating about it. What the hell was happening? I shook myself and rinsed my panties under the tap, leaving them to dry on a towel rack.

I put on a plain cotton nightie and slipped into bed, keeping as far over to my side as I could without falling out of bed. I had no desire to touch my husband or have him touch me. My body was swimming with new feelings and I drifted off in a haze.

Next morning, Jorge was gone early to his golf club. I let Craig sleep late and called Emily. I no longer felt so judgmental about whatever was going on between her and Leo. We arranged to meet at an Italian restaurant for lunch. I got there first and found a booth in a discreet corner. Emily walked in a few minutes later, looking fabulous. Whatever she and Leo were doing, it suited her!

"How are you?" Emily asked, looking quizzically at me. I knew she must be wondering what I thought of her. "You look different today, are you ok?"

I smiled to put her at ease. "Oh yes, last night was just crazy. You know my son Craig?"

"Yes of course! He and Leo are friends," she said, relaxing a little.

"Well he had a girlfriend and last night they went to a party. Apparently she dumped him hard and walked out the door hand in hand with some other guy from school. Craig was very humiliated and he came home all upset."

"Oh my God! Poor Craig! He's a sweet guy! What a bitch!" Emily said.

"Yes, I know! They were seeing each other for months, and I thought she was a nice young woman. Obviously I was wrong. Anyway, I had to comfort Craig when he got home and it got pretty intense."

"I'm sorry! That's awful. Some girls don't know the damage they can do to a young man, or they don't care. Young males are more fragile than they seem. Leo acts all macho, but he's easily hurt. I'm sure Craig's the same way. That's why it's important for mothers to be sensitive to their sons' needs. We can mend their egos, can't we?" She looked in my eyes and I could sense her sincerity and empathy.

"I want to be there for Craig. But there's only so much a mother can do, don't you think?"

"That's just it!" Emily said, "Something similar happened to Leo a year ago and that's when we got much closer. I decided to give him everything I could. Everything he needed as a young, sensitive man learning to deal with women."

I hesitated for a moment, but I sensed Emily was on the edge of a confession. "When you say "everything", you mean support, right?"

She paused for emphasis and looked directly at me. "I mean everything, Liz"

The waiter came by at that moment and we ordered. I don't know what I ordered, it was all a blur. Emily's words were resonating in my head. As soon as the waiter left, she put her hand over mine and leaned across the table. She spoke confidentially.

"You saw what happened with Leo and I last night. I think you're a decent person. Now you know something very intimate about me. And here's something else. You know what Leo did with you? I put him up to it."

"You? My God! Why would you encourage your son to feel me up. I'm a married woman, for God's sake."

"I know it seems crazy, but do you know what it takes for a guy his age to do something like that? Leo and I have been in an adult relationship for a year. This isn't sleazy or abusive. It's the best thing that's ever happened to both of us. I have built his confidence and self esteem to the point that he's not afraid to make a pass at a beautiful woman like you. Trust me Liz. I'm making myself vulnerable to you, but my instinct says, to trust you. So be honest. Did it turn you on?"

"God, Emily! You're blowing my mind," I said, "The short answer is -- Yes! I went home all a-flutter. And when Craig came home all broken up, I tried to comfort him. He was so upset and I was in a robe with next to nothing underneath..."

"Ooh La La!" Emily smiled knowingly, "That sounds interesting! Do go on!"

"Well he was shattered by that horrible girl. She told him they were going to sleep together and then dumped him in the worst possible way! He was so sad and just..."

"Frustrated?" Emily suggested. "I can imagine! So you comforted him, like a mother should. Did it go any further?"

I paused for a moment, looking into her eyes. She returned my gaze.

"Ok. I'm going to trust you. The short answer is.... yes. He hardly knew what he was doing but he was all worked up. You know he was..."

"Hard as the Rock of Gibralter?" Emily asked teasingly. "Please go on Liz, I'm getting goosebumps!"

"He was... well he was very excited. He rubbed himself on me, trying to... get off on my body. I couldn't stop myself, I let him... you know... release on me."

"Wow! Good for you Liz! Craig must have loved that! You did the right thing! He needed it badly and your instincts were perfect!"

"Why do you say that? I'm his mother! Why would he have enjoyed that?"

Emily paused. She looked in my eyes, and then seemed to make up her mind about something.

"Liz, I need to tell you a sensitive secret, but you must promise me that this stays between us. Ok?"

I was puzzled. What could Emily know about Craig that I didn't? But I wanted to hear whatever it was. "Ok, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die!"

"Ok. Craig and Leo are friends, right? Craig comes to our house and Leo and he play video games and work out together."

"Yes. What about it?"

"Well, and again you promised you won't tell Craig what he told Leo and I in confidence."

I was getting annoyed with all the dramatic cloak and dagger. "Ok already! I said I'll keep it a secret and I meant it. Now what is it for God's sake?"

"Don't get annoyed, Liz. Here it is: Craig wants you. You drive him crazy. He fantasizes about you. The only reason he wanted that stupid bitch, is because he gets so frustrated being near you and knowing he can never have you! That's why I'm happy about what you told me. You made his dreams come true!"

For a few minutes I couldn't put words to my thoughts. I remembered how Craig had held me, mumbling about how "warm and beautiful" I was. I had thought he was just drunk and silly and horny. Now I started to recall other moments prior to last night when I caught him looking at me a bit wistfully. Could this all be true?

"God, Emily! Are you sure? Please don't mess with me about something this serious. I believe you're sincere, but I can't believe it, if you know what I mean."

"Oh it's true, and I'm dead serious. Craig and Leo have been around our house and Craig sensed things between Leo and I. Eventually we told him the truth in deepest secrecy. Craig was shocked, but his first words were, 'Why can't that be me and my mom? I'd do anything to have her!' He wants you Liz and it's more than just teenage lust for a MILF. He loves you and he desires you -- it's the whole enchilada."

"With me and Leo, it started over an incident very similar to your experience. Leo was all torn up about a girl. I realized she had damaged, not just his pride or his ego, she had shattered his identity and even his potency. Guys can become impotent when a woman hurts them. You know I'm doing my Ph.D in psychology and I've researched this as well as experiencing it. Women have so much power over men, emotionally and sexually. Anyway, it awoke something deeper in me than maternal protectiveness. I wanted to slap the shit out of the little bitch who hurt my son, but I also wanted to build Leo back up and put him back together. I wanted to be the opposite of what she'd done to him. I wanted him to find his potency with me, not just sexually, but spiritually as a human being and a man. That's when I stopped seeing him as just my son."

She paused. "Look, I know it's early, but we need alcohol. Are you with me? I'm ordering a bottle of wine."

We called the waiter and ended up ordering two bottles. Then Emily's story really started to flow. She told me how soon after the girlfriend incident, she had gone into Leo's room at night to "comfort" him as she told herself. But pretty soon they were kissing and then he was exploring her with his hands.

"I touched him and, God! He was so big and hard! I knew right then, that with me, he could be dominant, an alpha male. You know about Oedipus complexes and all that Freudian bullshit, but poor old Freud didn't know how good incest feels! And not just for Oedipus, for Jocasta, his mother, too! The first time we made love, I probably had six orgasms. I never felt such natural intimacy. Think about it, Liz. A man who will never hurt you. A lover who will always love you. Never leave you. You will never hurt him. When that fear is removed, sex becomes much deeper and more natural. And for the woman, you're with a younger man who is hot for you all the time. You're breaking the ultimate taboo and sex is endlessly kinky and horny for you both, without the need to go to extremes because you're bored. Just having him kiss you on the mouth is more erotic than anything a husband could do. And what you do for him -- no girlfriend or wife can compete! Believe me Liz, it's the best sex ever. All the same time, Leo has grown so much in confidence and maturity. He knows how to deal with women. I'm sorry to say this, but he saw how unhappy you are. He wanted to make a pass to remind you how sexy and beautiful you really are. Your husband may be blind to you, but other men -- your son and Leo too -- are not. Now do with that as you will, Liz. From now on, you and I are best friends. Let's drink to that!"

We clinked glasses. When we separated in the parking lot, I suddenly burst into tears. Emily held me tenderly, while I sobbed and sobbed.

"I don't know what to do!" I moaned, "You've turned my world upside down, but thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my heart!"

Before I got in my car, Emily turned. "Listen Liz. I have an idea. Leo and I are going away this weekend to a cabin in the woods. You and Craig should come, if you can get away. We can cook and drink wine and swim -- there's a pool -- and you and Craig can get away from everything. I'm sure Craig would love to be away from that awful girl and be with his mom and his friend. One thing though. There's only two beds. They're big beds, but you and Craig will have to sleep together! You can stay on your own side, if that's what you want."

She looked at me and we both burst out laughing, and said in unison, "Or not!"

I told her I'd think about it, but I had already made up my mind. We were going.

When I got home, I told Craig and he was all in. I told Jorge we'd been invited to a friend's place, and he was quite happy. He had two golf games lined up and drinks with his friends at the club, no doubt. I called Emily to confirm and she was ecstatic.

"Fantastic," she giggled, "You and Craig will have so much to... well we'll see, won't we? Bring swimsuits, and Liz, trust me on this, don't be afraid to pack some nice lingerie. I mean sexy. Ok?"

"Oh God" I said. " I'm all a dither! It's all your fault. But thank you. I feel so much right now, I can't tell you. I've got to go. Love you!"

"Love you too! I feel so close to you Liz! You're a beautiful woman and a good, good mother!"

As luck would have it, Jorge got a call from an "important client" soon after I hung up the phone. He had to leave for Las Vegas that night! I could have cared less. I helped him pack, and waved him goodbye from the doorstep as he drove off to catch his plane. Now Craig and I were alone for two days before our trip.

We ate a Chinese carry-out for dinner, and then Craig joined me in the living room. We watched old "Friends" re-runs on TV. As if by a tacit agreement, we didn't mention the previous night. At 11.00, I told him it was time for bed. We said goodnight and went to our separate rooms.

In my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about what could happen at Emily's cabin. Now that I knew how Craig felt, sharing a bed with him was a huge turn on. He would be so hard! It was all I could think about. Emily suggested that I bring lingerie and I liked the idea. I went in my closet to see what I had. All the stuff I owned, I had bought for Jorge. It didn't feel right to wear it for Craig. I tried on some satiny teddies, but they looked cheap and cheesy. I wanted new things for my new man. I made up my mind to go to the mall the next day. What would he like?The only thing I had that was half-way decent, was a sheer white peignoir. It made me look like a bride on her wedding night. It was sexy, yet virginal. My breasts poked through the floating, clingy material and my big round butt stuck out nicely. When I walked, the clingy peignoir separated down the front, exposed my thighs. Was it too slutty? I decided to test it. Craig was down the hall and probably still awake. We were all alone in this big house!

I put on heels and walked down the hall, holding the peignoir closed so it didn't billow out too much. At Craig's door I paused. What would I say? Fuck it! I knocked.

"Craig honey? Are you still awake?"

I didn't hear a reply so I turned the handle softly and peeked in. He was lying on his side with his back to the door. The duvet had fallen away and his muscular, bare shoulders were exposed. I tiptoed in, thinking I would pull the covers over him. I whispered, "Craig? Are you asleep?" He turned his head and I saw he was naked, holding his cock.

"Mom!" he said, hastily covering himself, "What are you doing?'

"Sorry darling, I thought your covers fell off. I was going to tuck you in."

"Wow Mom, you look gorgeous in that nightie," he said.

"Well thank you, kind sir, you're very charming," I said, blushing. "I'm looking forward to our trip. You don't think you'll be bored in the woods with your old mother?"

"No way, especially if you dress like that!" Craig said, gazing up at me, "You are really hot, mom! You have a fantastic body!"

He was completely sincere and so cute. My heart was melting.

"Thank you Craig, that's flattering coming from a handsome young man like you. I wish your Dad felt the same way!"

Without meaning to, I ran my hands over my body, making the peignoir more taught and sheer.

"I better get to bed now, it's late and we need to get ready for our trip tomorrow. I know it's not until Friday, but we have packing to do I may go shopping and buy us new bathing suits. We'll have to sleep in the same bed by the way. Oh, Emily said there's a pool!"

"The same bed?"

Craig hadn't taken his eyes off me. I noticed something moving rhythmically under the covers. Was he masturbating? I wanted to make my exit without revealing too much, but I felt frozen to the spot. If Craig was masturbating, should I let him finish? Should I open the peignoir and let him see what he wanted?

"Craig," I said, "This is a crazy question, but does my body excite you?"

"Uh yes," he said, "I'm very excited, Mom."

"That's good son. I'm glad. What is it about me that attracts you most?

I was shamelessly fishing for flattery, but so what.

"Well, uh, your tits, I mean your breasts for a start are spectacular. And your ass is amazing! I mean, you're just a Class A MILF, mom."

"Oh! Am I?" I was blushing again. "Craig... are you touching yourself?"

"Uh yes. Sorry! I can't help it. You have that effect on me."

"Don't be sorry, it's flattering. Why don't you pull back the covers and let me see. It excites me too, you know."

Craig pulled the covers back, exposing his hard penis. It was big and his head stood straight up in the air.

I pulled the peignoir open.

"I want you to see what you like, darling, perhaps it'll help you get some relief."

I stood there, like a complete slut, exposing my breasts, my naked thighs and my shaved thing to my son.

"Do you like this Craig?"

He groaned and nodded. "God yes! You're gorgeous! I love you Mom!"

"You don't think I'm being a slut, do you Craig? I feel a bit slutty right now, but just for you darling. Do you like mommy to act slutty for you?"

"Oh God Mom, you'll make me cum if you talk like that!"

"Good! I want you to cum. If you want, you can shoot it on me, darling. Make a mess of Mommy if you want. I can always take a shower..."

I pulled the peignoir off my shoulders, and shook my breasts. Craig stood on the bed, masturbating furiously, pointing his big dripping penis at me.

"God Mom," he panted, "I love your tits."

"Thank you Craig. I'm glad. I like that you want them! It makes me horny. Cum on them, please! Make them all messy. I want to smell your cum on me tonight when I'm touching myself in bed."

Craig moaned at my dirty talk and ejaculated big streams all over me.

"Oh My God" I panted, excitedly. I was on the edge of masturbating myself and cumming for Craig, but I controlled my urges. "You're sexy and perfect, darling," I said, rubbing his scented cream over my breasts. You're so potent, my son! And now, let's get to bed. We really need our rest."

I kissed him on the lips. "Sleep tight darling, sweet dreams!"

I backed away, holding the peignoir wide open, showing him my flushed naked tits, dripping with his juice, and turning, at the last moment to show him my big round ass before switching out the light.

I almost ran down the hall and leaped into bed. My breasts were wet and sticky. I breathed Craig's manly scent on them, tossing and turning on my pillows. I spread my thighs under the covers and imagined I was doing it for him. The thought of Craig with his hard cock kneeling between my thighs and mounting me was too exciting for words. What would it feel like? I have a large clitoris and when I'm horny it stands out like a tiny penis. I touched it. I suspected, it was more erect than it ever got with Jorge. I wanted to see myself as Craig saw me. I rose and went to the full length mirror. My tits were shiny with cum, like I'd oiled my body. I was flushed and swollen. My pussy was swollen and the lips were separated. I wet my fingers and pinched my clitoris, pulling on it like I was masturbating a cock. "You whore!" I said, and bucked my hips in the mirror, caressing my nipples and spanking my clit. My orgasm washed up my taught thighs. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I cried out, and came in a gush.

My bedroom smelled of sex, cum and pussy. Jorge's alcoholism had eroded our sex life. Apart from a few feeble, late-night attempts, we hadn't done it in a year. Now I was sticky with a man's cum and my pussy smelled ripe and ready. I had cheated on my husband with my son! I didn't care! Fuck him! I wanted more. "You whore!" I said, cheerfully to my naked reflection.

Next day, Craig and I went to the mall to buy swimwear. He just grabbed the first thing he tried on. I spent way too long in the dressing room trying on multiple bikinis. They all looked great. I couldn't decide, so I bought three. I sent Craig off to look for new sneakers. I wanted to shop for lingerie on my own. I avoided all the places where I'd shopped before, and finally found some delicate Italian stuff in a small, high-end boutique. I was helped by two haughty, rail-thin girls, who brought one barely-there piece after another to my comfortable dressing room. I loved the way I looked in the lingerie and it was so expensive! I bought way too many things, and spent a small fortune. Jorge was in Vegas with his "new client", cutting deals or whatever, playing golf and doing God-knows-what at night. I couldn't care less. Him and his brandy, cigars and escorts. If he was paying for all that he could pay for some sexy outfits so his wife could look hot for a man that wanted her. What had come over me (apart from Craig)? It was all Emily's fault! No! I was making my own choices, and I loved it!

We left early Friday morning and arrived at Emily's cabin in the woods at noon.

"Perfect timing!" Emily cooed, ushering us in. "We're making lunch. I hope you're hungry. Bring your things in and I'll show you to your room."

She led us through the tastefully decorated, spacious cabin down a hallway to a big bedroom, with a wood framed King-Size bed.

"You have a master-bathroom," Emily directed us, "Leo and I are on the other side of the house so we all have privacy. Don't feel obligated to hang with us all the time, do your own thing and if you want to read or stay in bed all day, that's fine. We're there if you need us. There are trails and wildlife. Watch out for bears and don't leave food outside. That's it guys, go on and freshen up. Lunch is in half an hour if you're hungry. If not, nobody will be offended. This is about you and whatever you want is great with us! Enjoy!"

She left us and we unpacked our things and checked out our room. Craig sat on the corner of the big bed.

"I guess we have plenty of room," he said hesitantly, "I haven't slept with you since I was a kid."

"Don't worry," I reassured him, "You have plenty of space to toss and turn."

I sat on the other side of the bed.

"Do you mind if I take this side? I have to sleep on the left."

"That's fine," Craig said, "I don't care which side I'm on."

"Thanks darling. I promise I won't snore."

I didn't want to say or do anything to spoil the mood. We were nervous and a little uncomfortable to be in such close quarters. I felt a strong sexual tension and my sense of anticipation and excitement was off the charts.

"Come on," I said, anxious to be doing something, "Let's see what's for lunch."

We all sat around a big oak table and ate salad, pasta and delicious crusty bread. Leo and Emily were joking around, and he made me laugh so much, I completely got over any feelings I was harboring about the party. He was a sweet young man with open, honest eyes, and Emily was so cute and funny. They were just comfortable with each other and us. By the time lunch was over, I was completely at ease. Leo and Craig went for a hike, and I helped Emily wash dishes and straighten up.

When we were done, she poured us both a glass of wine and we went out on the back porch. I took in the spectacular view of green, forested mountains.

"Isn't this nice?" Emily said, "Leo and I are overjoyed to have you guys here. Now tell me, how you're feeling. Are you nervous about this weekend or are you set?"

"Nervous as a virgin on her wedding night," I said and we both burst into giggles.

"That's a nice feeling," Emily said, "Have things gone any farther between you two?"

I paused and then told her in graphic detail about the night before last.

"Oh my," Emily smiled, "Now my goosebumps have goosebumps! This is incredibly exciting for you both, and for me too. I feel like I have a small part in helping you two get together. And tonight you'll share a bed for the first time. No wonder you feel like a virgin! You kind of are! And so is Craig. By the way, he's the sweetest young man ever, and the way he looks at you is precious! He adores you, Liz. I know he's adopted, but emotionally and in every way, he's as much your son as Leo is mine. The trust and love is so strong between you. I believe there are no accidents. This was meant to be!"

I thought for a moment. I wasn't usually into those new age philosophies, but as I let her words sink in, I felt that she was right.

"Yes," I said, "I really have to agree with you. Thanks for saying that. I might not have had that thought on my own."

"Oh come here, " she said and we hugged. "Ever since you cried in the parking lot, I've felt my heart open wide to you. I feel such love and affection for you both. I hardly know you Liz, but you are beautiful gifts in mine and Leo's life."

She had tears in her eyes and we both hugged again and cried for a moment and then burst out laughing again.

"Oh God! Please don't mind me, Liz. I'm such an emotional person, but I mean every word. Now tell me. Do you have a plan for this evening? Are you going to push it along or just let things unfold?"

"Yes!" I said, "I mean, it's all I can think of and I'm so nervous in case I do something to spoil it. I bought all this lingerie, but I don't want to come on strong or make him feel forced to do something he's not ready for. Do you know what I mean?"

"Absolutely! I went through those same feelings before Leo and I got together. Your intuition is perfect. You're more experienced, obviously, and you're his mother, but this is a different relationship and your roles must change. Craig is no longer just your son. He's going to be your man. My advice is, let him make the first move. Wear whatever you want, but don't try to be seductive. Stay on your side of the bed. Let him choose what feels right for him. He will come and then..."

"And then I will cum. Right?" I laughed, "Isn't that what you were about to say? I'm getting so I can finish your sentences!"

We were giggling like naughty schoolgirls, when Craig and Leo reappeared, all sweaty from their walk.

We had a wonderful night of board games, snacks and jokes. About 10.00 o'clock, Liz said she was tired. It was bedtime.

I walked behind Craig, down the passage to our room. He showered and came to bed in a clean t shirt and jockeys. I went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I had a bag in there with my new lingerie. I put on the least seductive piece, a silky grey slip. My breasts were slightly exposed at the sides, but nothing va-va-voom. I moisturized my legs and my shaved mound, sprayed a little perfume on the back of my legs and between my breasts. I put on some silk panties, and felt my stomach flutter as I entered the bedroom!

Craig was lying on his side, with his back turned. I slipped between the linen sheets and stretched luxuriously.

"Oh my God!" I said, "This bed is so comfortable. Are you tired Craig?"

"A little," he said, " But I feel great. May I kiss you goodnight?"

"Yes darling," I said, "I'd love a kiss from you!"

Craig leaned across the bed. He took my face in his strong hands and kissed me on the lips.

"Goodnight Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Craig." I whispered. "I feel so close to you tonight."

Craig kissed me again. This time, his lips lingered on mine.

My heart was beating fast. I kept my hands to myself and waited for his next move.

He kissed me full on the mouth, deeper this time, taking my breath away. His tongue entered my mouth.

"Craig!" I said, "You're such a good kisser."

He moved closer and held my arms as he kissed me deeply. Our tongues entwined. I was panting with excitement.

"Craig darling," I said, "You make me crazy. I've never felt this way with any man!"

"I want you," Craig said, his voice firm and steady. "I've wanted you forever. Tonight I want you, but as a woman, not as my mother."

"Yes Craig," I panted, "I want that too, very much. And not as my son, as my Man. I'm yours. Do what you want with me."

His gentle hands explored my breasts. Soon he had my slip off me. He stripped off his t shirt and underwear, and moved in close. I felt his hardness against my lips, through my panties.

"I want these off you," he said. I lifted my butt and he tore them off me. Now I was soaking wet.

"If you touch me there I'm going to cum," I whispered, You've barely started and I'm on the edge."

"Don't cum yet," Craig said. "I'll tell you when you can cum. Before I fuck you, I want to fuck your big tits."

He knelt above me stroking his cock between my breasts. His dripping head stroked my nipples. I was in heaven.

"God," I moaned, "My nipples are my weak spot. You asked me not to, but I won't be able to stop myself. I'm going to cum."

"You'll cum when I tell you," he said, "and not before! I'm in charge in this bed. Obey me or I'll spank you. Now spread your thighs."

I was under his spell. He had naturally taken a dominant role and I felt soft and submissive. He made me wait for agonizing minutes. Then he held my wrists firmly, and moved down my body. The tip of his cock brushed my entrance.

"Oh yes," I said, "Please take me. Fuck me! I'm all wet for you."

"Don't instruct me," he said politely. "Spread your thighs."

"Yes Sir!" I wanted to submit to him completely.

The tip of his cock pushed inside my slippery entrance. I cried out in a spontaneous orgasm, and came all over him.

"I am sorry" I whispered in ecstasy, "I tried to hold back, but I couldn't! I swear I didn't mean to disobey you!"

"That was naughty," he said, "but I won't punish you this time. Now lay still."

I lay dead still for him, like Sleeping Beauty awaiting the Handsome Prince's cock. I was swooning as his manhood pushed into me. He put about two inches in me and stopped, making me wait agonizingly.

"Oh please" I begged, "Please fill me up!"

"Soon," he said. "Be patient. Are you sure you want it?"

"Oh yes," I panted, "I've never been more ready. You know what's best. Enter me when you wish. I want to serve you."

I mesnt every word. It felt so erotic to serve him with my cunt dripping and my nipples tingling. Another agonizing minute and he pushed forcefully inside me, making me gasp with sudden pleasure.

"Oh God! I'm cumming again! Forgive me! I've been neglected for so long. I can't stop myself. My horny pussy's cumming on your big cock! FUCK! I can't control it!"

"I understand," he said patiently, "I'm ready to git it to you. But first, ask my permission to cum. Beg me to fuck you."

"Oh please," I breathed, "Please let me cum! Please fuck me. Let me serve you. I want to be your whore. Please use me in every way!"

He made me wait a few more agonizing seconds, then thrust his whole length and girth deep into my womb. I opened up completely to him, for the first time ever. Jorge is nowhere near as thick as Craig and I have never given birth. The men I met in college were often small, or short, or premature ejaculators. I knew I had never been fully opened by a man before. I was truly a virgin for my true love, and this was our wedding night" He fucked me hard and deep and lovingly. I submitted to him body and soul as he plowed my furrow.

Bathing in the afterglow, I said, "My God where did you learn to make love like that?"

"Did you like my technique?" he teased me, "To be fair, I took some tips from Leo, but it was ostly what I've always wanted to do with you."

"I'm your virgin bride," I said, "I want to serve you always. I love you. I trust you. I'm yours forever. Those are my vows. When we get home, Jorge is history. You are my Lord and Master, for as long as you want me."

He whispered, "I want to be your lover and protector for as long as we both shall live!"

I sank into a deep, blissful sleep, wrapped in his arms.

The next day we rose late and ate a leisurely breakfast. The we put on swimsuits and walked down the narrow steps to the pool.

Leo and Emily were fooling around in the.water. She is so petite and although Leo is not tall, he seems to tower over her. I picked up on his dominance and her submissiveness in their relationship.

Emily drew me aside as Leo and Craig sat by the pool.

"You look like the proverbial cat that licked up the cream," she whispered. "I want a complete blow by blow later, but for now just tell me. Did you cross the Rubicon?"

"He crossed my Rubicon and planted his flag. I rode his spaceship to the Moon," I smiled. "But seriously, I realized that until last night, I've been a virgin. He took my maidenhead, Liz. I swear, that's how I feel. I'm his servant. He's my Master! Do you know what I mean? I think you do! I can see the way you and Leo are with each other."

"You are the new Jeopardy Champ!" Liz smiled, "Esmerelda, Seer of Signs. Yes! Leo is my Lord. I'm his Lady, his Slave, his Slut, and a lot of other things that we enjoy. Congratulations! You found the Man of Your Dreams. And Craig is the luckiest man on the planet. My God Liz, you are radiant! Now Leo and I like to skinny dip and sunbathe nude. Is that a problem for you? Tell me and we'll keep out swimsuits on. But if you don't mind, I feel more natural when I'm naked. You can stay in that gorgeous bikini, or give my son a massive hard-on by removing it. What do you say?"

"I say let's do it," I said, "This thing is way too tight and uncomfortable anyway."

"Men," Emily called, "We are declaring this a nude bathing area. Remove your swim trunks at will."

I undid the top of my bikini and let it slide off my breasts, as Leo and Craig watched.

"Oh my God," Liz breathed, "I'm green with envy. Are those things real?"

I smiled and hissed, "Yes, bitch! They're my consolation prize for never having been with child."

Liz removed her bathing suit and stood showing off her perfectly shaped, generous breasts, tiny waist, curvaceous hips and a dramatic, scooped V between her thighs, topped with a neatly trimmed bush that showed her Italian ancestry.

I removed my bikini bottom and Liz lightly touched my big round ass. "Do you have a license for that thing?" she asked. "You'll give Leo a hard time today by the looks of things."

Sure enough, when Leo and Craig removed their swim trunks, they were both sporting nice erections.

"Ok everyone," Liz said, taking charge, "We all need gallons of sunscreen, especially on the nice parts. We're high up and the atmosphere is thin, less protection from cloud cover. As you know, in my spare time, I'm a meteorologist. Guys, why don't you help us ladies first. Then we can rub it on you. Do you mind if we swap sons for this operation Liz? It'll help us all get comfortable."

Leo approached me, casually squirting suntan oil on his hands. "May I have your permission to proceed?" he asked with mock gallantry.

"I don't know," I said, I have to ask my Man." I glanced at Craig. He nodded and winked at me. "Ok, proceed," I said.

Leo began with my shoulders and back, smoothing oil all over me with practiced efficiency. Then he rubbed oil into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart gently and covering the pale skin in between.

"Pardon my intrusion," he said, "but those parts are vulnerable. Some people may not know that."

He knelt and finished the backs of my thighs, knees and ankles.

"May I do the other side?" he asked, "It would be my pleasure."

I turned to Craig. "Sir," I said, "May Leo oil my front-side?"

"I suppose we'll let him," Craig said, "After all I need to take care of Emily's good parts too."

I felt a pang of jealousy. "Don't enjoy it too much," I said.

Leo oiled my shoulders and upper chest. Then he squirted oil on my breasts and slowly massaged it in. His face flushed as he worked on me. "Your nipples are very sun-sensitive," he breathed, "I need to spend extra time on them."

Leo's oily hands on my sensitive nipples was sending powerful tingles to my clit. I felt my lips open in anticipation. My big clitoris unfolded and stuck out.

Leo's cock brushed my thigh as he re-oiled my boobs. I noticed with satisfaction that it was smaller and slimmer than Craig's cock, but still a decent size. For a petite woman like Emily, I decided, Leo was perfectly built to suit her needs.

Leo reluctantly left my breasts and oiled my ribcage and stomach. I was proud of my flat, un-scarred belly. Leo covered it generously and then knelt, his face inches from my vulva. His nostrils flared as he applied more oil to his hands. I knew he was smelling me. Craig's cum-scent was lingering on my lips, mixed with my own perfume. I felt my clit tingle with excitement at having a strange young man's face so close to my bare pussy. Leo noticed my large clitoris and he seemed hypnotized. He glanced up, a pleading look in his eyes.

"The clitoris is very sensitive to sunlight," he said. Then he turned to Craig. "May I oil your woman's beautiful clitoris?" he asked.

Craig nodded. He was already kneeling between Emily's shapely thighs, busy at his work

"Sir?" I called. He looked up and met my gaze. "Yes?"

"Leo is about to apply lotion to my pussy. My clitoris is swollen from his touch, against my wishes of course. May he proceed, Sir?"

"He may," Craig answered, holding my gaze. "Of course, he will get his ass kicked if you derive too much pleasure from the application. So be warned."

He turned to Leo, "You may proceed!"

Leo began oiling my mound. The feel of his fingers was making me wet, in spite of myself. Inwardly I scolded myself:

"You are, supposedly, a new virginal bride. Now a stranger is touching your pussy and preparing to oil your giant clit. If you submit to your desire under his touch, you are a Slut and a Whore!"

But it was too late.

"OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'm cumming!" I cried as my legs buckled under Leo's expert fingers.

Craig looked over, shaking his head in disapproval, but now it was Emily's turn to beg permission.

"Sir!" She called to Leo, "This gentleman wants to oil the inside of my lips to avoid an internal sunburn. His fingers are deep inside me on my G Spot. You know what that means Sir! OH FUCK! FUCK! I'M SQUIRTING!"

Emily's shapely little body writhed erotically on Craig's fingers. A gush of fluid ran down his arm and she orgasmed violently, her juices soaking his face. I saw him surreptitiously lick his lips.

The sight of Liz cumming, and the feel of Leo's fingers still oiling my sensitive clit drove me over the edge. I had another powerful climax. My syrupy juice ran down my legs as Leo finished off oiling my knees and ankles.

"Well," Emily said when she recovered, "That was enjoyable. Now it's time for the Ladies to sunscreen the Men."

We tossed a coin this time, to decide who would oil which man, and as luck would have it, Emily got Craig and I had Leo.

I quickly covered Leo's back, then started on his tight buttocks.

"Like you said, Leo, the inside is very sensitive to sunlight, right?"

"Oh very!" he agreed.

I separated his taught young buttocks and applied sunscreen to his inner cheeks, finishing off by oiling and fingering his tight anus. By the time I finished, Leo's cock was fully rigid. I finished the backs of his thighs, knees and ankles and then turned him around. As I vigorously applied the oil to Leo's chest, my big breasts were bouncing and my nipples brushed against him. Leo's eyes were fixed on my swaying breasts and I saw drops of pre-cum spill from the head of his penis.

I couldn't help thinking that when I oiled his cock, he might lose control and shoot all over me. I took my time, working my way gently down to his stomach to the pale, shaved skin around the base of his cock.

"This part is very sensitive to sunburn," I said, "I'll have to make sure I get you properly covered."

"Yes, please be sure you leave nothing untouched down there," Leo pleaded.

I began by rubbing oil on his tight, shaved ball-sac. Leo groaned out loud as I gently gripped him, taking care not to squeeze his testicles too hard. Then I started on the manscaped base of his cock.

"I think the best way to do this is to get my whole hand oily, then grip your penis firmly. That way I get all-round coverage," I breathed, half to myself. I began sliding my oily hand up and down Leo's shaft, covering his sensitive cock skin with oil. I was kneeling close to him and my nipples brushed his thighs. Leo didn't take his eyes off my bouncing breasts, and as I stroked his shiny penis, he gripped my shoulders and gave a low moan. Clear liquid dripped down his shaft as I applied the oil with my hand moving up and down his cock, almost as if I was masturbating him! Leo was panting and then he cried out and shot long white ribbons of hot semen on my breasts. He came and came and I was soon coated in ejaculate.

I looked at Craig and Emily. "Hope you don't mind, but circumstances beyond my control and all that. It looks like you and Craig may get the same result soon."

Emily was kneeling between Craig's muscular thighs, gripping his shaft with both small hands. She spread the sunscreen up and down his cock with her delicate fingers. Craig was stiff as a post and leaking big drops of pre-cum. Emily's face was inches from his cock, her brow furrowed in concentration and her pretty lips parted. The tip of her pink tongue kept darting over her lips, as though she was licking an ice cream cone. She looked over at me, her eyes glazed.

"He's very big," she said, "I need to use both hands to get full coverage and I'm squeezing it so it sinks in. His cock is very big and hard but his skin is delicate, as you know."

She kept rubbing Craig with both hands, her face upturned expectantly. He was standing on tiptoes, powerfully excited and panting with pleasure. Suddenly he gripped her hair, pulled her face up close and ejaculated long streams on her nose, cheeks and chin and into her wide open mouth. Emily licked her lips and Craig kept squirting as she pulled his shaft down to soak her breasts.

When he was finished, she completed the job and stood up, looking beautifully lustful.

"That's better," she said. "We're all protected now, but Liz, I can't take my eyes off your fabulous clit. Can I touch it, please? Please? I promise to be gentle. And I'm sure the men won't mind if we get a little girl on girl-ish. Do you mind guys -- if I play with Liz's pussy?"

"No way, no way," Craig and Leo seemed to speak in unison.

"Great! Do you mind, Liz, darling? I'm excited to touch it. I feel in awe of that big beautiful thing."

The thought of Liz touching my pussy with her delicate fingers sent tingles through my swollen clit.

"Ok," I said, my voice hoarse with excitement, "Ahem. How would you like me?"

Liz led me to a leather harness attached to a heavy steel stand by the side of the pool.

"Why don't we try this? It's a sex swing. It spreads the woman's thighs so the guy can mount you while you sit. I'm going to sit in it and you stand between my legs so I can examine you. I'll soon be a Ph.D you know. If you'd like, you can rub my clit with yours and see if we both enjoy that. Or I can just rub you big clit until you cum."

Emily positioned herself in the harness and spread her thighs wide, looking delicately obscene and very sexy. I approached her, rubbing my oily clit until it stood out a good inch and a half.

"Do you like it?" I teased her.

"Oh yes! You're a goddess! Don't tease me. I want you to fuck me with it now."

I positioned myself between Emily's thighs and approached her juicy, open lips. Her tiny clit was erect and, she kept stroking and spanking it to make it stand out for me.

My breasts swayed in front of her face and she kissed and licked my nipples.

"Fuck, Liz, you're a bombshell! Your tits are going to make me cum. Please stroke my clit with your nipples for an appetizer..."

I knelt between her thighs and held my breasts up to her pussy, one at a time, stroking her clit with my horny, engorged nipples.

"Oh fuck yes," she moaned as I caressed her nub with my oily nipples. "I want to squirt on your tits! Leo come and finger me. Make me squirt on Liz."

Leo stepped in behind me and slid two fingers in Emily's slit. He manipulated her expertly and found her G spot.

"Oh FUCK! That's it, Leo! I'm cumming, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Emily bucked against my nipples, with Leo's fingers deep inside her and gushed on his hand. Then she sprayed jets of thick syrupy juice on my tits. I had never seen a woman squirt, much less have her squirt on me. It was a big turn on! Emily's scent was all over me and my pussy lubricated and dripped in sympathy with hers. As she came down from her orgasm, she put her small hands on my big ass and drew me closer.

"God I love your ass," she moaned, "but now I want your clit. Stroke my clit with yours and make me cum, Liz. Please! Fuck me with your clit!"

I rubbed my pussy on her and massaged her stiff little clit with mine.

Emily closed her eyes in ecstasy as I rode her. I turned and saw Leo and Craig were both jerking off their hard cocks.

"Come on either side of us," I said, "I want you to cum all over us."

"Yes!" Liz panted, "Cum on Liz's big tits! Now please fuck me with your clit, I'm on the edge! GOD! YES! Fuck me you Big Clit Whore! Fuck my cunt you BIG TIT BITCH!"

I gripped her cute ass and massaged her clit with mine. I was on the verge of a huge orgasm. I cried out,

"I'm cumming on you! I'm cumming on your clit you dirty little whore! I'm cumming again you fucking fucktoy slut! OH FUCK! FUCK! YES!"

Emily was cumming with me:

"FUCK ME, LIZ! FUCK MY CUNT YOU WHORE! FUCK ME YOU BIG CLIT BIG TIT SLUT! AAAHHHH! FUUUUCK!"

She had another deep orgasm and squirted all over us, as Leo and Craig shot streams on my tits and Liz sucked my nipples and smeared cum on herself.

When we had come down off this orgiastic high, Liz dried herself with a towel.

"That was a nice little interlude, now wasn't it?" she said, "Let's take a swim and cool off."

After swimming, we were all starving. Emily suggested we jump in her big SUV and drive into town for dinner.