The shock and embarrassment was to be expected, walking in on my son and Christy as they did what any healthy young people would be doing with hormones raging in their youthful bodies. I was a little angry but I couldn’t be too mad at them. They were both eighteen and I did the same thing at their age too. I think I was a bit mad because they were doing it on my couch instead of my son’s bed. I just hope there wasn’t too big of a mess.
It was the jealousy that caught me off guard. I figure it’s natural to feel jealousy as a woman when you see another getting something that you want from someone you care about like a boyfriend, a husband or a lover but Jason is my son. I shouldn’t be jealous of his girlfriend, at least not when it comes to sex but it had been a long time since I felt the touch of a man.
I divorced my husband when Jason was only ten years old. The shame and inadequacy I felt from him leaving me for a younger woman sent me into self imposed celibacy; I didn’t want to be with a man. That was eight years ago. Had it really been that long? I masturbated but that was the extent of my sexual life up to this point. However, now I wanted more. I wanted to be in Christy’s place. I wanted to be kneeling on my couch with my round ass in the air and my big tits smashed into the cushions. I wanted to feel the sting of being stretched around a thick hard cock as it entered my neglected pussy, filling me like only a stiff throbbing cock can fill a woman. And I wanted my son to be the owner of that cock.
‘WHOA! GET A GRIP ON YOURSELF CANDICE!’ a disembodied voice shouted inside my head.
What I wanted was wrong. It was also illegal and socially unacceptable but I couldn’t help what I was feeling. Shame and disgust kicked in and I stripped off my underwear and hose and bolted for the bathroom. I turned on the shower and jumped right into the icy flow, hoping to wash away the filth. I stood there trembling as the water warmed but I don’t think the temperature of the water was the cause of my shivering. My skin felt hot and my pussy was on fire and no amount of scrubbing was going to cleanse me of these urges. It took a while before I realized my water bill could hit six figures and nothing would change. This was scary, unfamiliar territory for me. I’d NEVER had inappropriate thoughts toward Jason before and I didn’t understand where they were coming from. I shut off the water to dry myself; so much for a relaxing afternoon.
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I paid the cab driver and got checked in. I was about to go up to my room to freshen up when Jason texted me where and when to meet him before the ceremony; I was running late! He suggested taking an Uber rather than driving myself but I hadn’t even had time to rent a car at the airport do to the flight delays I had. I figured I could get to the hotel, clean up and take a cab to the school. I had my bags taken to my room and heeded my son’s suggestion. Fortunately the Uber driver that picked me up (I think his name was Todd) was a student at the University and knew exactly where Jason wanted to meet. He got me there with some time to spare, thank God.