****** The Morning After by AH ******
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The Morning After


Part One - The Arrival

Who am I to complain. My son invited me down to his house for the Holiday
weekend. I was looking forward to it. He lives in Myrtle beach, not on the
beach, but close enough for us to take advantage of it. The five hour drive
down went quickly, although it did tire me out some. Jason was waiting for me
at his door to welcome me.

The first thing I noticed was how clean his house was. Nothing like his room
ever was. The next thing I noticed. The gorgeous hunk of manhood his friend
was. Please understand, I had Jason at a young age, and his father died years
ago, so I was entitled to look. At least that is what I told myself. Blake was
his name, and the picture of him just got better as he stood. He was tall dark
and delicious. My immediate thoughts of him were wicked, but not too much so. I
probably would not masturbate thinking about Blake until after I was in safety
of my own home. The women in this city must camp outside their house. Jason, at
six foot four and blonde, stood an inch taller than Blake, and he is almost as
good looking, even if I do say so. "Nice to meet you Ms. Everette," Blake said,
and I blushed.

"Nice to meet you Blake. You did say your name was Blake didn't you?"

"Yes ma'am," he said stabbing the knife into my forty year old heart.

"Ma'am!" I thought silently. "You have already tried to look down my blouse
twice." At least, now, I hoped he had. "Did you have to say Ma'am?" When I
finally responded with a polite, "Where are you from Blake?"

"Connecticut."

"I have been up there," I said Nice place to visit wouldn't want to live
there."

"Why do you think I am down here."

Jason, who had left the room to get his keys, broke in "Time to go! Lets get
going so we can get a table."

"Jason, go where? I just got here and I'm tired!"

"Mom, you don't make it down here very often and I thought we would kick it off
with a night at the dance club. You and Dad used to go all the time."

"I think that is sweet, but I don't think I am ready for that." It was one
thing to mentally undress his friend. It was another to go out in public to
drink and dance. Even though it had been years since his father had died, I was
uncomfortable being reminded of him. "Jason, I'm not ready."

"You look fine Mom. Doesn't she look fine Blake?"

"You look terrific Ms. Everette." That was an emotional boost at the very
least.

"No Jason, that is not what I mean. I'm not ready," I said drawing out the
"ready" so he would understand.

"Oh!" he acknowledged. "That's a bunch of crap," he said. "You came down to
have a good time. That is what we are going to do. That includes you." Blake
could tell things were taking on a deeper tone and he wandered into the
kitchen.

"When Dad died I wondered how I was going to feel when you started dating. I
know it was selfish, but it bothered me." "Now look at you," he said his voice
raising. "You don't do anything. You stay active in the women's club, and
church, and that is it. Nothing else. Not only have you not dated, you have
retreated from life. I feel guilty for how I felt about you dating, because you
never have done it." The veins on his forehead started to stick out, and a
slight red shade appeared on his face as he continued his sermon to me. "I feel
like somehow it is my fault. That you picked up on some vibe I was sending and
you have been punishing yourself ever since."

"Jason," I said with a sympathetic motherly tone. "It wasn't you. It was me. I
just have not felt like going out. OK?"

"No its not. You are my mother and I love you. You are way too young and
attractive to live this way. Well I got you to come down here. Which is
something I cannot believe you did. Now we are going to go out and have fun."

"You think I am attractive?" I asked. All this ranting of his, and I pick up on
the woman thing. Let's face it even from our sons it is nice to hear.

"Yes," he said calming down. "Going out tonight is meant to be fun, not a
hassle. I am not trying to set you up with anyone. This is just a go out have
some drinks and enjoy the evening type of thing. If some guy comes over and
hits on you, what would be the harm of talking to him?" I did not respond, I
just looked at him. I did not realize it at the time, but it was a look that
told him he was breaking me down. "Now let's go, OK? Blake come on, we're going
now."

"OK Jason," I said. "I will do this for you, but you might not like your mother
when she lets her hair down!"

"I might like her more."

Part Two - The Club

The sun was just going down when we went into the club. Inside it was dark, and
loud, with lots of flash and people. Jason was right, most of the tables were
already taken but we found one off to one side of the dance floor. The smell of
the smoke and the overly perfumed women was terrible. It was also wonderful.
Jack, Jason's father and I used to go dancing frequently. The smell brought
back some of those happy memories.

"Can I get you something to drink Ms. Everette?" Blake shouted between the deep
bass punches. His smile made me sink further into the mood of the bar.

"Yes please," I said reaching into my purse for money, "I'll take a Long Island
Ice Tea."

"Whoa!" Blake said giving me a sideways glance, "first you don't want to come,
and now your trying to beat us out of the gate." He walked away never looking
at the money I held in my hand to pay for my drink.

"Don't worry about it Mom, we gotcha covered while you are here." Jason looked
around the place quickly taking in all of the flirtatious, sexy young women
that had mysteriously gathered around us. Jason leaned in to talk in my ear, "I
want to tell you how glad I am that you came. I have missed you since I moved
out."

Jason and I always had a special relationship. Maybe every mother feels that
way about her children. That somehow she has been able to make it closer than
the average child's parental relationship. Maybe that is needed to make us
fight harder to raise that child right. To see that nothing harmful happens to
them. I leaned into him "I have missed you too," I said, tears welling up in my
eyes. He had given me a warmth throughout my body. I took his hand in mine and
squeezed it. "Now why don't you ask one of these women to dance?"

"You won't mind?"

"Don't be silly. It would make me feel better than keeping you here like an
anchor."

Jason laughed, "All right, but I am waiting until Blake gets back."

"Don't blame me if the one you.."

Blake interrupted, "Here ya go! Soda with lime for the designated driver,
bourbon shot with beer chaser for me, and the little lady gets an L double i
T."

Before I could suggest to Jason that he get going he was gone. Blake just
laughed when he noticed the expression on my face. "He was here a second ago,"
I said.

"He moves pretty fast. Not easy to keep up with."

"Are you saying he does well with the girls?"

"You being his mother and all, I would have to say you have nothing to be
ashamed about. He's a good guy."

"Diplomacy, at such a young age. I am impressed." I watched him carefully. He
was not checking out any of the women on the dance floor. I had his undivided
attention. I wanted it. Forgive me, but I was attracted to him like I had not
been with a man in so long.

After our second round of drinks, and I believe this was a plan on Blake's
part, he asked me to dance. Of course I agreed. Was I horny? Yes. But I needed
more than that. It was not just sex. I hoped it was a mutual attraction that
comes from conversation, and caring and interaction. It was making me feel like
a woman again. Beautiful and special.

On the dance floor Blake was a complete gentleman. Never touching me in a way
inappropriate for the music. Luckily that also meant that there was some
touching and rubbing going on. Enough that I could tell he had an erection. The
atmosphere of drinks, dancing, and letting my hair down, as I called it, fed my
sinful fantasies of Blake. Each time he touched my bottom, the inside of my
thigh, or innocently brushed my breasts, my body squealed with lust,
anticipation and joy.

By the time we made it back to the table I was drained. I was hot, thirsty, and
horny enough to take on a football team. OK, maybe just a tennis doubles team.
I was horny though.

As the night went on we drank and danced often. Probably too much drink and not
enough dance. I did get to dance with my son a couple times too. That is
something I will take with me until I die. My son, who just wanted his mother
to be happy. To live again.

We stumbled out to the car. Poor Jason had to help both of us walk.

As Jason drove home it was decided that I would sleep in Jason's room, Blake
being too drunk to drive, would sleep in the spare bedroom, and Jason would
sleep on the couch downstairs. That was all that my horny little mind needed to
hear. I had painted a fantasy of Blake coming into my room, before we had hit
the driveway. I would be naked under the covers. He would get in bed with me,
and take me.

Part Three - The Decision

I lay in bed, naked like I had fantasized, and nothing. No Blake. I wondered if
he had passed out. I had drifted in and out a couple of times, but I had fought
myself awake. I had committed myself to the most sinful actions of my life and
I wanted to see it through dammit. I made a decision. A risky one. I would go
to him. Naked. I would go into his room get into bed with him and start
touching him everywhere.

I was scared of several things that could go wrong. My son might see me, naked,
sneaking into see Blake. Blake might not want me, or worse yet, think I was too
old or not good enough. All of this amounted to a fairly scary picture. But I
was still drunk with alcohol and hormones.

I got up quietly. I always sleep in the nude, but tonight getting out of bed my
body tingled with the night air. It felt sexy to be naked again. I opened the
door as slowly as I could. It creaked, but I hoped not enough to wake Jason. If
it did, maybe he would think it was one of us going to the bathroom.

It felt like it took for ever to reach his bedroom door. Every step made me
feel that much more erotically naked. I opened the door gently. I closed it
behind me just as quietly. In the dark I could see Blake was sleeping on his
side. I moved to his back side and raised the covers. I could just make out the
shape of his butt. I was trembling with desire. I knew my next move would
commit me (no pun intended). I could not stop myself. I jumped in. Blake moved
some. Before he move too much, I pushed my naked breasts against his back and
reached for his prick. He responded groggily with "Huh? What?" His prick was
already growing in my hand.

Now obviously awake, he rolled towards me, and clutched my butt checks, pulling
my pussy to his now rock hard dick. He began stroking his cock against the hair
of my pussy. This kicked up my desire twenty fold. My pussy became wetter with
each stroke of his cock against my hungry body. I grabbed his butt and pulled
him harder into me. It felt like I was trying to push him through me, into my
cunt.

He bent his head down and started kissing, licking and biting my breasts. I
wanted to scream, but I new I had to be quiet. I grabbed a pillow and yelled
into it. Blake moved his kisses down my stomach, and then put his beautiful
mouth on the lips of my pussy. I immediately had the first, of many orgasms. He
kept licking and sucking me. He went from gentle to hard and back again. He did
not neglect any area of my pussy. As I was cumming again he shoved a finger up
my ass. God, what a feeling. I was not expecting it, had never had anyone do
that, and loved ever inch of that wiggling finger in my asshole.

I pushed his head away and wormed my body and head around so I could get him in
my mouth. I slurped his cock into my mouth like a starving monkey eats a
banana. I worked slowly up and down on his rod until I felt he was going to
blow. I then stopped. I paused, to let him regain his composure, and then
rolled on my back, whispering "fuck me, fuck me now."

He was on top of me quickly. I helped guide him into my pussy, and then he took
it from there. Boy did he take it. He was ramming into me fast and with
authority. I came twice while he pumped me. It did not seem like it took him
long. His body tensed up, his strokes became deeper and slower and then I felt
his warm sperm jetting inside of me as he let out a loud moan. So loud, I was a
little concerned he might have awaken Jason. I was also kind of proud of myself
for getting that reaction out of him. Besides he deserved it. In my book he had
definitely earned the moan.

We lay there motionless for a couple of minutes. Then I got up just as I had
come in quietly. I walked to the bathroom, and sat down to let his cum drain
from me. I looked in the mirror across from me and smiled. What I had done was
so wicked. But it made me feel so good. I got up, flushed, and went back to my
original room. Sleep came easy.

Part Four - The Morning After

I woke to the sound of dishes in the kitchen. I had a bit of a headache from
all of the alcohol, and the dishes made a uniquely unpleasant sound. I put on
my rob and went down.

Jason was unloading the dishwasher. Blake was not there. "Morning babe," I
said. "You sleep OK?"

"Me, I slept great. How about you?"

"Fantastic! But I have a bit of a hangover this morning. Blake sleeping in?"

"No he left. Had to go to work this morning."

"Oh." As I took a seat at the kitchen counter I asked with a quizzical look,
"Did you hear anything last night?"

"No. Anything in particular I should have heard?" Jason said turning to me with
a knowing grin that made me squirm.

"Just thought I heard some sort of animal last night."

"Cute," he said with a chuckle. His eyes looked down at my robe which had
fallen open a little exposing my legs. He did not look at me in his usual way.
It made me uncomfortable. I discreetly closed my robe.

Did he know? Was he looking at his mother like a slut now? He was the one that
wanted me to get out and enjoy life. I had not anticipated how uncomfortable
this would make me feel. " What time did Blake leave?" I asked trying not to be
too obvious about my question.

"About three in the morning," he said continuing with the dishes.

Three in the morning! He must have left immediately after we finished. Had what
we done made him uncomfortable?

"That is when I went back up to my room," Jason said as if I should have known
that.

With one sentence my son had come as close to stopping my heart in mid-beat as
anything in my forty years ever had. Oh my god! What had happened? What had I
done? Not wanting to do anymore damage I asked, "And what time did I come in?"
My question was worded so that if he responded with "what?" I could play it off
with something like, "I went outside and played in the forest last night." It
might make me seem strange, but at least it would beat the alternative.

Jason not picking up on my pale complexion said, "That was about four thirty.
You left at about five."

My question was designed to find the answer I did not want to know. It was also
designed so, I would not let him know it was an accident, if it had indeed
happened. He had not been drunk. He knew who he was having sex with. I on the
other hand quickly excused myself to the bathroom.

As I sat in the bathroom, I felt physically sick to my stomach. The events of
the night raced through my head. I could still feel his hands all over my body.
His finger up my ass, his cock in my mouth and pussy. As I sat there, for what
had to be at least an hour, my thoughts turned from "What had I done" to "He is
an adult" and "He wasn't drunk," and further still to "He knew it was me." He
knew it was me and yet he continued on. Quite passionately I would have to add.
My anxiety had been replaced by anger and curiosity.

I walked from the bathroom to the kitchen taking deep breaths along the way.
Jason asked me if I was all right. When I told him I was fine, he asked me what
I wanted for breakfast. Not really caring I told him cereal would be good and
he proceeded to get out two bowls. Again I sat at the counter, and again my rob
opened to show my legs. Jason looked at my legs again. His look was not that of
a son looking at his mother like a slut. But of a lover turned on by his
partner. Knowing I had caught him, he smiled at me. It was a son's mischievous
smile, and it melted my anger away. He came over and gave me a shoulder hug,
"Man! I am so glad you are here."

He sat down and poured cereal and milk into his bowl. Again I saw him sneak a
glance down at my legs. "Jason, I know why I did what I did last night, but why
did you?" I wasn't lying I did know why I did it. I thought he was Blake.

"It felt good. I had sex with a wonderful, pretty, sexy, woman that I have
known and trusted my whole life. What could be better?"

The trust part dug into me. Once again I saw Jason staring at my legs. I had
the sense he was about to reach a hand up my thigh, so I stood moved over to
him and sat in his lap. This probably was not the best of solutions, but he did
not put his hand up my robe. From this position, I could feel his erection. "Do
you feel guilty about what we did?"

He hesitated, "Yeah, a little. Not that much though. I have to say, I never
thought I would feel this way about you. But now I can't stop," as he finished
the sentence he pulled the top of my robe open slightly. He now had a perfect
view of my left breast. I was jumpy, and when he first moved his hand toward my
robe, I almost grabbed it to stop him. It took every bit of self control to not
look as shaken up as I was. Once he had it open, I just let him look. He stared
at it trying to soak it in through his eyes. I watched him looking at my bare
breast. He enjoyed it. It was turning him on. When he started moving his groin
rhythmically into my backside I stood from his lap, and sat back in my chair.

"Eat your breakfast," I told him. He chuckled and started to eat. As I ate my
breakfast I mulled it all over. The sick feeling in my stomach was gone. His
looking at my breast did not bother me. If he had touched it, I might have
freaked. Then again maybe I wouldn't have.

I looked deep inside myself for some sign of arousal. I was curious about my
feelings, and I was trying to make sure this could never happen again. There it
was though, sexual desire. It was buried down inside me in the taboo section of
my sexuality. The part none of us likes to admit is there. Every time I
pictured him looking at my breast and my legs, I could feel a tingle in my
vagina. It was warm, and wet and something I should have never let myself think
about. Once again my son had given me a warmth throughout my body.

As I looked down at my robe, I noticed it had fallen open more. It was open to
just below my pussy. Instead of covering up, as an experiment, I raised my left
foot, and placed it on the bottom rung of the chair I was sitting in. If Jason
wanted to look at his mother's pussy all he would have to do is look down. It
would not be a wide open shot, but enough to get a reaction, from him and from
me.

It did not take long before he noticed the opening. He tried to keep eye
contact as we talked, but it became evident he was distracted by the way my
robe hung. That was enough for me. I became so wet a could feel my juice
running into the crack of my ass. I adjusted myself in my seat so he could no
longer look up my robe, or at my legs. We finished breakfast, and Jason started
cleaning up. I went upstairs and started the water for a shower.

I came back downstairs and approached him in the kitchen. "Put out your arm," I
said to him.

"Why?"

"Just put out you arm, straight like this," I demonstrated for him.

"OK." He said putting out his arm, a frustrated look on his face.

I removed my robe draped it over his arm and stood in front of him naked, for
what to me, was the first time. "I'm jumping in the shower," I said. "I am
hoping you will join me." With that I turned and walked slowly up the stairs.

I was again trembling with excitement. I hardly even heard him say, "Are you
nuts? I'm not going to let you make it up the stairs!" He threw my robe to
floor and caught me halfway up the stairs. He turned me around so fast I
thought I was on a turntable. He put his lips to mine and I kissed him. When I
felt his tongue in my mouth, I almost came. His hands hit my body hungrily. We
worked our way up to the landing. He laid me down on the floor, and penetrated
me in one swift thrust. Again it did not seem to take him long. His motions,
the way he touched me, and the feel of his prick inside me felt familiar now.
And I came, and came and came. I would realize later I had gotten carpet burns
on my back from all of the motion. But I didn't care. It was worth it. My son
made me feel beautiful and special. Like a woman should feel.

Jason came with the same loud moan he had shocked me with before. He then
collapsed on top of me. "Jason honey," I said a little uncomfortable there on
the floor, "Let's get that shower now, and practice this later in the bedroom.
What do you think?"

"I don't think I'm any good Mom. It will take a lot of practice!"

"OK honey," I said, committing myself to the best sexual partner I have ever
had or will have. I just never thought I would do something like this. It all
seems like a dream, like it is not really me doing it. That is until I am
screaming my lungs out from another orgasm. Is it greed on my part to want this
happiness? Am I a bad person?

I don't feel like I am hurting anyone, yet I would be mortified if anyone ever
found out.

Writing it down helped.