3 comments/ 17529 views/ 7 favorites Coffe House Pick Up Part 03 By: Lost Soul Coffee House Pick Up: Part Three "This story picks up where part one and two left off. You should read both stories first to understand the characters and their actions." A few years had passed since Roger’s graduation from collage and we made the decision that we would become a permanent couple. What had started as a quick one time fling with my son turned into regular dating and eventually a full committed relationship. Roger and I were at our new home I had bought after selling my old house that my ex-husband had left me. The down housing market luckily did not affect the sale as it was in a very special, much desire area. However where my son and I moved to did have slump and we got a great deal on a house with some money to spare. In a new city where no only knew our past history we felt more at ease with each other, yet we were only about an hour from Roger’s college town where he still had friends and contacts. We both had jobs and made an above average income between us. I always gave a public image of mature, refined women, pantsuits and knee high skirts with modest shoes. I only dressed up at home and sometimes when my son and I went out to discreet places. Sally and I kept in contact and our friendship grew stronger as time passed. I told her that her desires for me sexually would not be accepted but otherwise we could hang together. She loved to text me every morning and slowly I was getting the hang of how to do. This was the only area I felt the age gap between her and myself, I did not mind e-mail but I was a person who got her start on WebTV back in the late 90’s, it was only about six years ago that I got my first computer. And now all this cell phone stuff. It was hard to keep up sometimes. Sally sent me a message that we should meet this Saturday and spend the day together. I agreed and told Roger about it that night. I never told him that Sally and once tried to kiss me and made advances. But more important I kept from Roger that Sally had figured out that we were more than just lovers but also mother and son. After that day of graduation when she threw the accusation at me it was never spoken of again. But there was always a certain tension in the air between us, we both knew someday it would have to be address. After dinner I told my son I need a quick shower and I would call him up to our bedroom when I was ready. After my shower I threw on a hint of perfume and did my hair up. I was having to dying it more now as age was creeping in and I did not want my son to see the grey I was fighting off. It was long and dark just like Roger preferred it and I might as well keep the fantasy up for him. I toss on a sheer black bodystocking I had gotten in the last few months. It was the real deal, pure black nylon, not a tight leather pantsuit that some call a bodystocking today. I loved how it felt against my skin, had the same effect that tights did. And my son loved how I looked in it. “Wow mom, you look great. I love it when you wear the bodystocking” Roger exclaimed as I walked into our bedroom. “And you know how much I love dressing up for my darling boy. Now get naked and lye on the bed, it has been sometime since I gave you a massage” and with the end of my words my son quickly got out of his clothes and laid back on the bed. I had my own special version of massaging my son, instead of using my hands I used my nylon covered feet. I walked up to the end of the bed and lifted my right foot and slowly and gently began to rub it across Roger’s chest. My son started moaning as I pressed my nylon covered foot into his chest then across the rib cage, then up to his neck. In a very slow, seductive manner I dragged my foot across my son’s face and then softly into his mouth. Roger’s body began twisting as he moaned and sigh with pleasure. He licked on my bodystocking and I had to scold him not to tear it with his teeth. And with that and I dragged my foot back down across his body into my son’s crotch. Then I started to firmly rub his dick and balls, back and forth with my foot, driving him into sheer pleasure. My son started screaming he could not take it much longer but I pressed my foot down harder and harder on his wonderful cock, letting him know who was in charge. Finally the road hit the pavement and my son could take no more and he shot his cum all over my foot and right ankle. “You are the best mom, you are the best” Roger said with a shit eating grin on his face. I just smiled at my son and climbed on top of him. We kissed for about ten minutes as he rubbed his hands on my nylon covered ass and thighs. The bodystocking had a slit in it at my pussy where I could have sex with Roger while leaving it on. I moved on my son’s body until his dick entered through the opening of the bodystocking. As we kissed he became hard again and I felt his manliness enter into me. Soon our bodies were in perfect rhythm as we bounced up and down in passion. “Oh mom, mom I love you so much” my son screamed at me but I was on the verge of my own earth shattering organism that I only heard part of what he was saying. I screamed like a wild woman as I organism while my son filled my pussy with his hot, loving goo. “Yes, yes, hot fuck. Do not stop my darling lover/son, do not stop.” Roger kept ramming me harder and harder and I could feel a stream of sweat running across my face. He grabbed my ass and twisted and turned it through the black nylon, being turned on while hoping he did not tear it. I kept riding Roger’s dick for a few more seconds but finally we both collapsed from the earth shattering sex we just had. I then lay on top of him and while he was naked and I was in my bodystocking we slept the night away in each other’s arms. Sally and I met that weekend and went to the mall. We both dressed casually, jeans and flat shoes with very little make up. The economy was down in our area there were a lot of vacancies and closed up stories which was a bit depressing for us. But we did find an independent shoe store that was having a clearance sale before they went out of business. We could not believe our good luck as everything was ½ off and they had a huge assortment of boots. “Look at these red ones Sally, what size do you wear? “ I asked her with a smile. “Too big for me” she answered after looking at the size on bottom of the red boots. But that did not deter us and we kept looking and until we found three pair knee highs and one pair of ankle boots that all were Sally’s size. The knee highs were black, brown, and a cream almost white color. The ankle boots were a shiny black. We could find no thigh high boots for her but Sally admitted she was a bit intimidated but boots that intense. I told her maybe at another time we might find something in that area. We laughed and carried on while trying on the different boots. Sally, like a lot of women of her generation was not much into dressing up but seemed to hold me on a pedestal and wanted to emulate and copy me. While there I found a pair of bright yellow boots, something which I had never had before so I decided to treat myself to a pair. At the cash register I pulled out my Visa card and said it was all on me. Sally protested but I told her that I made such a killing on selling the old house that it would be my treat. She finally gave in and smiled at me. “Let us put this stuff in the car Sally and go to lunch’ and we put our bags of boots in the trunk of our cars and locked it. We found a little café in the mall and each ordered a light lunch. Like so many of the other business there that place was virtually abandoned and Sally and I had the place to ourselves. That is when my best friend decided to open up. “Diana, may I ask what was it that made you finally chose to become inmate with Roger? It must have been a very hard decision, there are so many things going against it. Or was that part of the attraction?” I had dreaded this day but in a low voice I answered her while taking gently sips of my ice tea. Thankfully there was no one around to hear me speak. “It was something I was not looking to do, it just sort of happened. Roger was a bit awkward back then and I tried to fix him up with a sexy older woman who could take him into manhood. But it did not work out and I decided to step in, I thought I could do some flirting in front of his friends and build up his ego. However I got swept up in the moment and one thing led to another. I had not had a chance to be sexy and get dressed up for someone since my divorce and it was fun being the bad girl once again; something I had to stop doing when I got married.” I took another sip of ice tea and let out a deep sigh. “I use to think of incest as disgusting, something only the super-rich and super-poor did but not normal middle class people. But my relationship with Roger has turned into something very special and beautiful for the two of us. I hope you do not hate me for it.” Sally smiled and winked at me and said, “I could never hate you Diana; you have become my best friend, the older sister I never had. Times are changing anyway; in another ten years it might become very in and hip. I wish you both the best.” I took Sally’s hands into mind and gave them a genital squeeze. I softly said thank you and then asked her how she knew that Roger was son in the first place and Sally said that she had just taken a wild chance and was not sure but had a feeling about it from watching us. That is why she made the remark a few years ago on graduation day, wanted to see my reaction. “Do not worry; your secret is safe with me my friend.” Sally then pushed some of her brown hair back over her shoulder and asked me a new question. “By the way Diana, what is your thing for boots? I mean you look great in them, all the guys at college use to talk about you; they called you the brunette Nancy Sinatra. But does it not tear up your feet to be in heels that much?” I respond to Sally’s question with a certain amount of authority and wisdom. “First off, I am surprised they know who Nancy is. She was even a bit before my time but I had an aunt who listen to her and always wore boots. She said that they gave most women a certain sense of style and presence that regular high heels could not provide. And when I was coming of age she guided me into the world of boots. And it was not always easy; they have been many different times when they were not in fashion. And do not forget about the middle of summer, even I have to pull back then, at least during the day. But still I like wearing boots and how it has become something that is equated with me. And while he did not think much about it before we hooked up, Roger loves it when I wear them for him.” Sally took a sip of her ice tea and said that she hoped to follow in my footsteps. Or boot steps. We both laughed and finished our meals. We then went to the parking lot and our respectful cars and hugged each good-bye. She promised me to practice wearing her boots at home in her downtime until she became comfortable in them. And maybe we would go on a double date someday. That night I told Roger about my day with Sally (minus the mother/son discussion) and all the boots we had bought that afternoon. We had a light supper and watched TV for a while. My son then showed me a VHS tape he had bought at a garage sale of a film from 1980 called “Taboo” which the old man who sold it to him said it was about a dark haired middle age woman who has an affair with her son. Boy did that hit home. Roger told him in an innocence manner that it was something he had never thought of. We both laughed at my son’s final remark and pulled out an old VCR we had that still worked. I snuggled up against Roger on the couch and we lay in each other’s arms while we watched the movie. It was actually a well-made film for its time and I did feel a certain connection to the lead actress Kay Parker’s character of Barbara Scott even though I did not have a British accent or that wild 80’s hairstyle. Still there was feeling I felt inside of me that I felt close to this fictional made up person. “Hard to believe they got away with this back in 1980? Little did they know what the internet would bring in a few years?” My son remarked during the closing credits. “I sort of remember your father having this video tape when we first started dating. He had a bunch of the old style porn but he never showed any of it to me. Back then this movie would have shocked me but now you and I are living it out for real” and with that I turned my face into Roger’s and began kissing him on the mouth wildly. My son responded back with equal passion, I had not dressed up for him but I made sure to be braless for him and now his hands were grabbing my breasts through the sweatshirt I had on. Gently I broke the kiss and got off the couch and went on my knees in front of him. Slowly and seductively I undid his jeans and pulled them to his ankles. I started kissing the front of his white cotton briefs where the bulge of his cock was. My darling son started twisting his torso and calling out my name as I kept licking and kissing him through the thin fabric. I finally pulled his under garment down to his ankles where Roger’s jeans were and took his wonder dick in my mouth. “Oh mom, mom” my son called out. “It is just like in the movie where Kay Parker took care of her son while he slept” and his words trailed off after that. He was right; we had been living out the film except I always made sure my son was awaked when I sucked him. I have been doing it for so long now it seemed like I had been blowing Roger for a million years. Then he could take no more and shot his load in my mouth. And like the good girlfriend I was I took every drop of it down my throat and into my belly. I got up off my knees and just smiled at my son while he sat on the couch with a bewildered look. “Hope you liked that lover, not bad for a 48 year old woman. You won’t need a fantasy character from a thirty some year old movie to live out your dreams” and I bent over and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead. He said that he would buy the DVD version off the net tomorrow. Sally called me the next day, saying she thought a lot about our day together and that I was the wonderful friend that she had always wanted. Sally said she got a new perspective on life from me and despite my usual wardrobe and love life I was about the most normal woman she knew. She wished that her mother was like me instead of an alcoholic who collected disability from the government. “Diana, I spent last night walking around my apartment while wearing different pairs of boots that we bought yesterday. But I am not use to them and kept stumbling and losing my balance. How do you might it look so easy? “ I took a breath after Sally’s words, her passion was overwhelming, “just keep practicing and you will get the hang of it in time. Someday you and I can double date; Roger said he is cool with it. How are things on the dating front by the way”? “I think I may have found someone Diana” Sally said with bit jolliness in her voice. She then went into a long dissertation about her new guy and I just kept agreeing with her. Like she said, I was becoming the mother she never had. I agreed that we would go out soon but she need to create a story to her boyfriend that Roger and were just a May/December romance, nothing more. Things between Roger and me continue on a happy path and I found happiness with him that I had never dreamed of before. Yet as time went by, I began to feel a certain strange feeling about myself, a depression of sorts. The one night Roger and I were cuddling on the couch when I suddenly started crying. He held me tight and asked what was wrong? “I do not know my darling, it is just our relationship. I do not know how to express it; I have been having so much fun. But now I feel emptiness, like what we are doing is so wrong. It was fun at first, the seduction, the dressing up, bringing you into manhood with the sneaking around; hoping not to get caught at your school had a sense of excitement to it. But now I just wish we could be free and open to express ourselves, Maybe I am just getting to old for all of this” I said as I wiped a tear a way. Roger gently ran his finger across my face and wiped away a tear. He was such a carrying, tender lover; I knew he really loved me. “Mom, come on, what we have is beautiful. Sure it was naughty at first but now we are a couple. It is not just about the boots, bodystocking, and tight sweaters, though I will admit that is the dessert of what goes on between us. I wish that whole world knew the truth about us and would approve but that is just not how it is right now. We need to make do with our current situation; I know I do not want to be with anyone else”. And with his final world I gave me a son a soft peck on the mouth and buried my head in his chest. To think years ago I was the one trying to build up his confidence with sex and seduction and taking the lead. Now he was in charge and I was putty in his hands. A few days later when I came home from Roger called out to me as he was busy on his laptop. “Mom, I think I have found what you need. There is a sub group of women who are sexually involved with their sons and talk in a certain code between each other. I can see the look in your eyes, how did I find it? I know people, who know people, who know people. But they are very, very cautious; you never know who is snooping”. I was in a state of shock, not sure because there were other people like me out there or that my son found them. I was getting better and better at using the net and felt I would be able to handle this discussion group. I agreed to let my son create a screen name just for this situation and I sat down slowly entered into this world. “I will leave you to it mom” and with that Roger walked out of the room. Weeks passed and I became more involved with “the group” as I called it. I counted to make love to my son but as I would lie in his arms afterwards I would think about what I had read that day from other mothers out there. This sure is not the world I was raised in, things were so different now. As the weeks turned into months I spent more and more time with “the group”, I was slowly being accepted and found sub-cultures within the different discussions. Some of the women were so happy in their relationships with their son, other had nothing but regret, saying it was the biggest mistake of their lives and when the sexual aspect ended they were unable to be friends. My head was spinning with all this new information. Sometimes I was smiling and laughing, others times I started to cry. On the overall most of the moms seemed to be happy. Roger began to express to me that I was becoming a little too obsessed with my new found friends online. He reminded me I had agreed to go out on a double date with Sally and her new boyfriend with our cover story of me being an older woman he had met while at college. “Oh crap, I forgot” and I turned the computer off and hurried to get dressed up. Maybe I was spending too much time with the “the group”. That night Sally looked great, she was learning how to dress up and was getting a sense of maturity about her. I wore my new yellow boots with tight black slacks and a super tight yellow sweater which against my dark hair stood out. Roger asked me to go braless for me as he loved how my nipple always protruded. Sally wore her new black boots with a matching knee length skirt, black pantyhose and a white blouse also without a bra. She was slowly becoming a younger version of me which I took as a complaint. As we walked in the restaurant everyone turned and noticed the two of us, our boot heels clicking on the floor drawing attention in addition to our provocative dress. We both laughed and after we sat at our table Sally and I would shift our bodies around so we could show our boots off to our men and everyone else in the restaurant. Coffe House Pick Up Part 03 After about twenty minutes, Sally and I excused ourselves and went to the ladies room. Once inside we started having girl talk as the two of us touched up our makeup. I let her rant and rave about her new boyfriend and Sally seemed so positive that this time things would go right for her. So strange as this is how we met years ago. “Isn’t he wonderful Diana? I am so glad the he gets along with you and Roger. You have given me such confidence, I feel like I am in control of my life for the first time.” Sally then gave me a sisterly hug and I replied in kind and we head back to out table. After dinner and a night of non-ending drooling from other men in the restaurant we decided to leave. It was a good evening and Sally was so happy that we could spend time together as best friends and dressing up for our boyfriends. In the parking lot we said our good-byes and went to our respect cars. As Roger drove us home I felt like we were such a couple like something out of a 1960’s sitcom. I held his hand as we made our way down the night time drive, maybe I was becoming too uptight and I should just let the course of events in our life just go their natural way. Everything was perfect between us. Later that night when Roger and I got home my cell phone went crazy with texts from Sally. She had a great time and enjoyed the double date and loved dressing up even though her new boots were killing her feet and she could not wait to get them off. I text back that my new boots were getting to me as well but just keep wearing them until you get use to them. And with that I pulled mine off and let out a sigh of relief. I loved wearing boots for my son but even I had my limits. As we lay in bed together, I asked my son what he found attractive about me. My hair, my breasts, my legs, what? Or was it just the fact of sleeping with his mother? “Mom, I always found all of you great. What is bringing this on, that mother/son group”? I replied to my son’s question in a soft but firm voice. “It has me thinking, that is all. When I married your father I had a life planed out that included you but not like this. I know as of late I have been very neurotic and uptight but as I head toward 50 I cannot help but reflect on things. And I am getting so scared of the two of us getting caught”. Roger began stroking my hair and tried to reassure me. “Mom, I fear that too. But we must go on; you need to become that strong, no nonsense woman again. I still remember that night in the coffee house when I as an awkward dork and you wanted to build me up. The moment when you pulled your jacket off and showed everyone your braless breasts in that white sweater was one of the greatest days of my life. I knew then you really loved me and the only thing I wanted was to belong to you forever” I then planted a hard kiss on his mouth and told my son I remember the look in his eyes when I took my jacket off years ago in the coffeehouse. It was one of the best moments in my life as well. We then curled up together and went to sleep. The next day when I left work I decided no more mopping around. I made a choice to be with my son and this sudden flash of remorse would not keep me down. I would take some time away from “the group” and get back to being a responsible girlfriend. But I also knew in part what was bothering me. It was that I had deceived my son about Sally knowing about us, about the whole incident with humiliating Steven while he was still at college. I needed to come clean with my darling boy. As I walked in the front door of my house my cell rang. It was Sally, what is that old saying when you think about somebody you will hear from them? “Diana, it is me Sally” as her voice was shaking and I could hear the sound of soft crying. I broke up with me boyfriend. Could I drive over to see you this weekend?” “What has happened Sally? Tell me now” I demanded. “We were in bed having sex when at the moment he started to cum he shouted out your name. Diana, Diana, he screamed. He was fantasying about you while making love to me. On the way home earlier all he did was talk about you and how classy and elegant you were. He even mentioned how your braless tits blasted out of that yellow sweater you had on. Why did you have to look so great that night?” Sally let out another sob and continued “I am sorry Diana, you are my best friend and I admire you so much. It is I just want to have what you and Roger have. The happiness and intimacy you two share. Why can I not make a smart choice”. I took a deep breath and told her to come over this weekend and we would talk more. Why can things not get easy? I just wished Roger and I could run off to an island somewhere and put all of this behind us. That night after dinner I told my son that Sally would be coming by on Saturday. He said no problem and we went ahead and did the dishes. My son went to the bathroom and started to take a shower. I stripped down and joined him. “Wow mom, this is a great way to end a day. You never fail to make me happy”. And with that we embraced and started to kiss as his hands grabbed by ass all wet and slippery from the shower. Before I knew it his dick was hard and inside of me. Thank goodness for young men. With every thrusts of his hard dick Roger pressed my nude body against the wall of the shower. He kept slamming me in a passionate heat that I hit the soap caddy, knocking it on the floor. “Oh yes, my darling son, give your loving Mommy want she needs. Yes, yes, you are the greatest boyfriend ever. Oh I am going to cum, so hard. Oh shit Roger, oh I cannot take much more.” My son kept shoving it inside me until I started screaming aloud earth shattering organism. I felt his warm seaman rushing through my pussy and down my legs. The shower water was now cold as we had used up the hot water and I fell limp against him. Finally I reached over and turned the water off as it was now freezing. We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off. Then my son put his arms around and we kissed again. After a few minutes I broke the kiss and looked him straight in the eyes and spoke. “Honey, I need to tell you something. It is about Sally, she knows the truth about us. She figured it out on the day of you graduation and then confronted me a few weeks ago while we were at lunch. I let it all out but she swears to keep it to herself. I was too worried you would be upset if you realized that Sally knew the truth about us. I hated keeping it from you maybe that accounts for my strange mood of late.” My son took my words in and embraced my nude body closer to him. “I always suspected as much. I knew you too were to close for it not to slip out. My only worry is that she will say something after drinking too much or if you two get in a fight she might try and use it against us. But in a way it is a relief, now I can be honest when she comes by”. I was at a loss for words. I thought he would be more upset but Roger had matured so much over these last few years that he took it in stride. He hugged my tightly and I let out a soft moan. “I see that you waited until you were naked to tell me all this. But it is OK; it will all work out mom.” I kissed my son on the mouth again and then we both went to bed. I wanted to tell him so badly about the incident with Steven a few years ago but just could not. Just getting the burden about Sally off my shoulders was enough for now. The next morning I got on the laptop before I met Sally. I decided to check “the group” as it had been a little over a week since I was last there. I found I had many messages under my assumed name asking if I was alright and that the members missed me. Then one message hit me hard. It turned out that “the group” actually had meet ups in a few selected cities across the country. I was asked if I could make it to a meeting and looking at the list of locations I saw the city I lived in as one of them. What should I do? (To be continued) Coffe House Pick Up Part 04 Please read the first three chapters of this story to understand the characters and their actions and motivations in this story. Sally and I we met at our favorite restaurant that morning. She was letting herself go, no makeup, sloppy clothes, etc. All my work seemed to be out the window, her break up with her boyfriend hit her hard. "I am sorry to drag you threw this Diana. I was hoping to copy your style, your presence, and your happiness in a relationship. I guess as far as my ex-boyfriend was concerned you were better at being you then I was." I put my hand on Sally's and gently stroked it. I had to be more than a friend, I had to be her big sister, or mother. "I am sorry that your idiotic boyfriend was attracted to me. Hell, I am getting so old now I did not dream anyone besides Roger would feel like that. But I want to help your try again Sally, please let me" and I ended my words with a soft smile. Sally got up from the table and gave me a hug. We paid the bill and walked to our cars when she told me was going out of town from a month visit a friend. She promised to get herself together and we would pick things up when she got back. Sally hinted that she might still be opened to the two of us having a fling and I told her that my position had not changed. I knew she was very confused right now and needed support but I still had to be firm. I then got in my car and went for my meeting with "the group" which I did not mention to Sally. I did not feel comfortable telling her about it, this was a new world I was entering it and only Roger and I knew about it. I went to the address I was e-mailed, a lobby of a hotel. I was told that I should look for a woman wearing a black pantsuit with a white scarf. I looked around and I quickly spotted her and our eyes met and there was a silent nod of acceptance between us. She called me be by screen name I had at "the group" and we shook hands and she suggested we go to the bar. The woman was about 30 or so and had an air of education and class about her. We spent a little under two hours talking, I was very hesitant at first to say much but with time I opened up about my relationship with my son. The woman who called herself Karen informed me that I had passed my interview and I should be accepted by the others. She asked if I could come to a meeting next week at a private residence and assured me that I would be happy with meeting many other women in my situation. I asked if she was a member of "the group" and Karen replied that she was not but a hired assistant to one of the main leaders who did the screening. I agreed and we got up from our table and shook hands professionally again and I head back to my car. As I was opening the driver's side door it hit me that I might be making a big mistake following through with this. But I knew I had come this far and I needed to see it through not matter what happened. I thought to myself things had so changed, that night in the coffee house years ago was suppose to be a one night fling, I never dreamt it would go this far. A week later I left work early and drove across town to the address given me. It was on the eastside of town and was in fact a full blown mansion. Somebody had money within this organization. A servant greeted me at the door and escorted me to the living room. In there were a group of active middle age woman, dressed in a low key but professional manner. My modest one piece dress and sensible heels fit right in. "Hi, welcome to my home. I am Alison" a striking beautiful woman with a very expensive blond hair style and cut said to me with a beaming smile. She was a few years old then me I guessed but not by much. Alison had certain warmness about her that I got a feeling that she grew up modest but had married into money but did not lose her roots or background. "I am Diana; it is a pleasure to meet you." I thought what the heck, I might as well give my real name, I had come this far. "Well Diana, please sit down. May I get you some coffee or tea? Is there any special way you like it?" playing the part of the super hostess the elegant blond asked me. I told her my preferences and she handed me the drink that I wanted. The servant had been asked to do some work in another part of the house and the meeting started. As happens with so many other groups, everyone went one at a time with their introductions, saying their first name only and stating that they were sleeping with their sons and happy about it. They gave a brief history of how it happened and why I should not be ashamed. Alison was definitely in charge as she quietly guided the discussion. She asked me if I was ready to speak and suddenly I spilled my whole story, the original seduction of my son, building him up and the happiness we ended up finding but now the guilt I was beginning to feel. That is why I joined up with "the group" as I called it. "Thank you Diana, I know that was hard to let out but you are among friends here. First off we call ourselves the" Hidden Doves", a clandestine low key name. It was found twenty years ago by a woman who has since passed away. She knew there needed to be an outlet for woman with our kind of lifestyle and I took over when she left us. I have the money and connections to guide it on a path of success. My husband fully supports what I am doing and no he is not the father of my son but does know what is going on in my bedroom. So tell me Diana, do you feel that you want to be a "Hidden Dove"? I nodded my head yes and there was round of applause by all the others. "Diana, you will find there is a good cross section here. Many of us can provide different services to you; it is a form of networking. I hope you have a good time with us" and with Alison's words everyone got up and started talking in smaller groups. My new friend came over to me and gently put her arm across my shoulder. Alison asked that I accompany her into the next room and we walked together while I phrased the beauty of her home. "Your story about the coffee house was interesting Diana. I cannot help but feel a connection to your seduction of your son while wearing white boots. Ironically my story is somewhat similar". And Alison told me how she became a professional cheerleader for our local arena football team at the age of 43. Her son became obsessed with seeing her in the cheerleader outfit, wearing white go-go boots with tight short-shorts and black hose. I told her I sort of remember hearing about her story on the local TV at the time, though her hair was longer then. I did not know her at that time but I felt a certain pride for middle age woman when she did it. Alison gave me a sisterly hug and thanked me for the kind words. She told me about her cover marriage to a gay million and that while she was now a business woman she still dressed up for her son off and on in her cheerleader outfit, But Alison did admit to me that now she was passed 50 years of age it was getting harder to do. "Tell me about it, I am worrying about how I looked in sexy clothes these days" and Alison and I both laughed out loud. Then she dropped the bombshell on me. "By the way Diana, do you and your son have children together"? Alison asked while stroking her blond hair. I was taken aback by her question. "No, no I have always been careful; I always use birth control or alternate practices like oral sex". "It is no big thing Diana; I have two great children from my son. About a third of the women in the group have done it. Sure it takes away from your chance to be the kindly grandmother with grey hair who spoils her grandchildren. But I have to remember, I am their mother first and foremost. But they are the light of my life and maybe deep down the depression you are feeling might be a desire to be a mom again with your current lover. Have you and your son ever talked about it"? I was in a state of disbelief. It just hit me, maybe it was the emptiness I was feeling, not able to be a full couple. I still had the ability to become pregnant but I made the effort to always be careful. Alison gently put her hand on my shoulder and spoke. "I did not mean to hit you with this; just think about it bit Diana. If you ever have questions about it feel free to contact me anytime" Alison said with a soft smile. The rest of the afternoon went well and I was very happy with my new group of friends. Alison and I talked about many different things including our love of boots. I felt such a connection to her as the day progress. That night at dinner I told Roger about the meeting and how it gave me a sense of tranquility and purpose. Just being around others in my situation was a very calming effect. "Mom I know the pressure you have been feeling as of late. Yea, it can be hard at times; I wish we could be more open. But we will get by; I just want you to happy, though I admit this group sounds like something from the early James Bond movies. I hope there is not a bald man with a white cat somewhere." I smiled and told my darling son that there was no bald with a white cat that I knew of. I then asked what he wanted me to wear for him this night and he said my choices were always perfect. "Then let me go upstairs and change. I will leave you to do the dishes" and I got out my chair and went up to our bedroom. I took a quick shower as my son cleaned up the kitchen, he did not mind helping around the house if he knew he would be getting sex or me dressed up for it. How I had him trained. A bit latter I went back downstairs dressed in my black bodystocking that my son liked me to wear so much. I put on black knee high boots with stiletto heels which I had not worn in some time. My whole body was in case tight black clothing and judging by Roger's reaction one that worked. "Damn mom, you have never looked so good. I am in heaven." I sat in his lap and threw my arms around my son's neck and we began to kiss hard and passionately. His hands were all over my body, caressing my thighs through the black nylon. I was so lucky to have him I thought. We kissed again for a long time; my hand rubbing his dick threw his shorts, his hands all over my body. Finally I broke the kiss and ran my finger across his face. "Honey, I think we should take a trip out of town and get away from all the pressures we have been under. One of my new friends in the group married into money and they have a place on the lake she said I could have for a weekend. Maybe we could do it at the end of month?" "It would be great mom, just pack a lot of your sexy stuff, including what you are wearing now" my son said with excitement. "I will bring all your favorites and maybe some new items as well." I then got off his lap and got Roger to stand up as well. He put his hands on my ass firmly and I put my arms around his neck and we kiss hard on the mouth again. Once the kiss was broken I led my son by the hand into our bedroom. Roger striped down to just a pair of boxer shorts that I had bought for him. My son sat on the edge of the bed and he asked me to dance for him. I told him I was told old for that but he pleaded so I turned our clock radio on to a smooth jazz station and started to move sexually for him to the low key jazz beat. I was starting to enjoy this. "You move well in heels mom. You know how to dance in boots." I kept twisting and turning my nylon covered body to the beat of the music and told my son that I had been dancing in boots since before he was born. I told him I had a good time in my college days but did not tell him how wild I was since I was his mom, even though I was fucking him. I could see that my grating was having an effect as his dick was growing through his shorts. I kept dancing in front of him, moving my hips and then ass in his face. I was getting to this seduction; I just let myself go as I grinded my body in front of my son getting oh so close and pulling back at the last second. Then I walked across the room still grating and then lean against the dresser, moving my body in a seductive manner to the beat of the music. Roger was being driven into a sexual frenzy as his mom kept thrust her body back and forth. I walked back across the room to him as he continued to sit on the bed and place my right foot on his right thigh. I began rubbing my boot covered foot across it as my son was in bliss from what I was doing and then while still moving body to the beat of the music I began to press down on his thigh with my heel. My son was getting turned on by action when for some insane reason I started to press down hard and finally he yelled and I quickly withdraw my foot and gain my balance. "Baby, I am so sorry. I just got carried away with music and dancing" and I dropped to my knees and start kissing the red mark on his thigh from the heel of my boot. "It is okay mom, it is okay" he tried to reassure me. I as I kept kissing my son's thigh I knew what had happened. I have a split second flash back to that day years ago with Steven in his college dorm when Sally and I taught him in a lesson. I dug my boot heel into Steven to punish him but this was my baby boy and my lover. How could I have done this? Then it hit me, it was the same pair of boots I wore that afternoon with Steven and Sally and that is why I had been keeping them in the closet for so long. And now the guilt of never coming clean with my son about Steven was hitting me and I lost my sense of place. Soon my son slip on the floor with me and gently pushed on my back. He kissed me then stroke my face and told me he realize that I had just got carried away and he was alright. He pulled his shorts off and got on top of me. He enter then small crotch opening in my bodystocking and place his hard dick inside of me and we made love while I still had my boots on. Roger quickly began hard thrusts inside my pussy while rubbing my nylon covered legs. "On mom, on mom" he cried and I pulled him into me. I felt his hard dick pound into me again and again. "Yes baby, give it to your bad mother. I am out of control, please do it harder" I screamed back at him. As I began to orgasm I felt his hot goo running through my pussy and on to the front of my bodystocking. I pulled him into me even more as I desperately needed every inch of his hard dick inside me. I wanted to make him feel good after what had just happened but I had my needs as well. I kept moaning and twitching until my son screamed for the final blast and he collapse on top of me. We kissed on the mouth hard again and then Roger got off of me and I stood up as well. I removed my boots but left the bodystocking on and we climbed into bed naked and slept the night away in each other's arms. The next week Alison and I talked about her retreat on the lake just before the meeting started. She said that she would have no problem with Roger and me using it and there would be no charge; just clean the place up before we left. I gave her a sisterly hug and she asked what I planned to take and I gave her the rundown of my sexy outfits. She asked if I wanted to borrow her cheerleader uniform from her days as we were about similar size and height. I thanked her but said I already had enough to keep my son happy. When the meeting started there were seven of us and we all talked about issues relating to our romantic relationships with our adult sons. Everything from fear of being dumped for a younger woman, to the pain of not being able to be opened in public came up. Some complained that their sons wanted them to dress up all the time and they were uncomfortable with it while other said they loved wearing sexy clothes for them. It was an interesting cross section of feelings and ideas. Then the topic came up about children with their sons came up and I felt my body tense up. When I was asked about it I quietly told them I did not see it in the future for my son and me and the others feeling my discomfort let it drop. Later all of us went to the dining area and Alison's servants served all of us a great lunch. It must be great to rich like her, but I kept my jealousy in check. She was such a good friend. Before I left Alison handed me a small box. "This for you Diana, we usually wait until someone has been a member for a few months but I decided to give it you now" and as Alison finished speaking I opened the box and there was a small pin of a dove sitting on a blue crest. "Wear when you feel the time is right, it will bond you to us even more. Also it is a code, a secret handshake if you like and when you see another woman wearing one you know you have a sister in common Diana. Remember, we are more than a support group, we can do things to help each other." I put the pin back in the box and put it in my purse. I thanked Alison and hugged her good-bye. I attended two more meetings and felt so good about the sense of belonging I had. In his college days I was full of confidence with Roger, feeling like the wise older woman but now I needed not to feel like I was alone in the world. Finally it was time for my son and I to take our extended weekend. Roger and I drove out to house by the lake; the security guard for the compound of elite condos had been alerted that we were coming. Alison said that he was well paid and told not to be involved with the tenants or their guests and what went on between them. The house itself was fantastic, with a great view of the water. I had been on the other end of lake some years ago by I had always heard there was a cove with fancy town homes that was guard by a private security force and now I was here. Each condo had its own yard and wooded fence around it with a small driveway. I could see there were some hiking trails in the forest next to the lake and it had sense of tranquility making me wish I could live here all the time. Alison told us most of the people who live just say hi and tend to themselves but that Roger and I should remember to use our first names while we were here and just pretend to a May/December romance and nothing else. Roger and I walked in our temporary residence holding hands after I opened the front door with the guest key given to me. My son and I kissed briefly and then we went back out to the car and got all of over belongs and brought them in the house. Roger then asked me to go back outside which I did. I was not dress up yet for him and was wearing lose fitting clothes and flat shoes with my hair in a ponytail. "Mom or maybe I should Diana you are the love of life. We have had such a great relationship but we never had anything like a honeymoon. I want to now carry you over the threshold" with his final words my son picked me up in his arms like a new bride and headed to the front door. Before we enter though he made a request, "Mom, the hair" looking at my ponytail. I knew what he wanted so I under my hair and shook my head back and forth a few times in a slow and seductive manner for him. With my hair down he carried me inside, I felt like a princess. No other man I had ever been involved with treated me like this. "Honey, let us unpack and then I came make myself up for" and I gave me my son a fast and hard kiss on the mouth. He obliged me and after we settled in I changed into a tight red spandex one piece swimsuit I had bought for this trip. It hugged the cures on my body more like a leotard and I liked how it accented my dark hair. Looking at myself in the mirror I thought I had really done well in keeping my figure for someone just shy of 50. "What do you think, should I wear this when I go sunbathing"? My son ran to me and pulled me into a full hug, his hands groping my spandex covered ass. "I love it mom, you never fail to amaze me. I am just worried about the other men in the area who might see you. Promise you will only go out in it when I am with you."