Boy oh boy, was I sore the next day. Christopher had really done a number on my pussy. Well, I was the one riding him, so maybe I was responsible for smashing, stretching, and generally destroying my vagina. Either way, I planned to lay low for a little while after that. My son and I exchanged a few knowing glances over breakfast, and then I sent him and his father out into the world.
I wasn’t about to go near my dildo with my pussy still throbbing, so I caught up on a bunch of the chores I’d been ignoring recently. I cleaned. I went shopping. I even got out in the garden for a bit. There were so many weeds. My obsession with Christopher had crowded out so much of life. As I stood among the poppies, I took a deep breath. Despite the pain between my legs, or maybe because of it, life was good.
That night, I didn’t visit Christopher after Carl went to bed. I thought about it. I certainly wasn’t going to have sex with him with my pussy in tatters, but I could have given him a nice, motherly blowjob. But no, we could take a little break. It was a good moment for reflection. My frustration was gone and life had broadened back out beyond my out-of-control libido.
In the morning, Christopher gave me questioning looks, but had the sense not to ask why I hadn’t visited him the night before. He looked a little peeved as he hoisted his backpack and walked to the front door. “Bye, Mom. I’m going over to Gwen’s this afternoon. I might not be home for dinner.” He paused by the door to gauge my reaction.
“That’s fine, sweetie. Tell your girlfriend I said hi.” I gave him a cute little wave and he left.
“What was that all about?” Apparently, Carl wasn’t as clueless as he looked. He’d caught the tension between me and our son.
“Oh, you know how he is with Gwen.” What I said didn’t make any sense. How was he with Gwen? But it sounded like something Carl wouldn’t want to admit he knew nothing about.
“Oh, right.” He gave me a manly nod. Men are such dummies.
“Goodbye, dear.” I ushered him out the door. “Have a nice day at work.” And just like that I had the house to myself. I thought about going and finding my dildo, my pussy had somewhat recovered after two days without sex. But instead, I busied myself with my daily chores. There was so much to catch up on.
Christopher missed dinner just as he said he would. I made sure to give him a hug when he returned, and sure enough he smelled like sex. He’d been doing his girlfriend all afternoon. I was sure of it. Our momentous night must have driven his eighteen-year-old hormones into overdrive. I thought about visiting him that night. But now that we were on a break, I wanted to drive him a little crazy. He had been driving me up the wall. It only seemed fair to turn it the other way around.
Instead of visiting Christopher in the basement that evening, I was a good wife and seduced Carl. The good news is that he didn’t hurt my still-healing pussy at all. The bad news… You guessed it. I barely felt him. It’s quite possible that the dildo and my son had ruined sex with my husband in perpetuity. I gave Carl my most valiant fake orgasm that night, but I was relieved when the five-minute session ended.
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The next morning, the tension with Christopher ratcheted up.
“I’m hanging out with Gwen at her place again today.” Christopher’s eyebrows knitted.
This was a challenge to me. I could feel it. I wondered if Gwen’s mother had caught her eighteen-year-old daughter doing it with Christopher. It’s not like they were all that quiet about it. I wondered where in Gwen’s house the teenagers smashed.
“Mom?” Christopher paused by the door again, backpack on. “I said I’m going to Gwen’s place after school.”
“That’s fine, honey.” I sipped my coffee.
“I’m just telling you, because…” He trotted back to me. “I don’t have to go over to Gwen’s,” he whispered. Christopher looked around for his father, but Carl was still upstairs. “We could hang out this afternoon.”
I wanted to do a touchdown dance, but smiled sweetly instead. Take that little Miss Perfect Girlfriend. I was running up the score on Gwen. That young woman, with the perfect, perky body couldn’t compete. “I’ll tell you what, Christopher. I have a volunteer meeting with the parks commission this afternoon. I’ll pick you up after school.”
“Isn’t he a little old for a school pickup?” Carl walked into the kitchen and made his way to the breadbox.
“I’m just spending a little time with my son, dear. That okay with you?” I took another sip of coffee and watched Christopher turn beet red.
“Yeah, I guess.” Carl was too busy with his bagel to notice Christopher’s discomfort. “When I was his age, I don’t think I missed any chance to spend time with a girl. But if he wants to ditch Gwen for his mother…” My husband shrugged.
My smile was so wide I thought my cheeks might burst. Even Carl, in his own way, was making the point that I’d beaten Gwen.
“See you after school.” I watched Christopher rush out the door, moving awkwardly with what I assumed was a painful boner.
I then sent Carl off to work and went about a chore-filled day. I was first in the pickup line when the bell rang. I spotted Christopher and waved. He had a stupid smile on his face. He kissed Gwen goodbye, and rushed over to my car. He hopped in the passenger seat and buckled up.
“Hi, Mom!” His big, dumb smile hadn’t left his face. If he wasn’t careful, Gwen might start to get suspicious. I could see her standing and watching us with her arms crossed. She didn’t seem pleased. As I pulled the car away from the curb, I gave her a little friendly wave. Just stealing your boyfriend for the afternoon.
“Hello, sweetie. How was your day?” I pulled the car out into traffic.
“I thought… um… I mean… after we did it, you didn’t come to my room the last two nights. I thought… that I’d done something wrong. Are you mad?” The words spilled out of Christopher.
“I’m sorry I put you through that.” I frowned at him and took my hand of the steering wheel to pat his knee. I wasn’t sorry. This afternoon was the payoff. “I was just really sore and needed a break from the whole thing.”
His face fell. “So, we’re on a break from all that stuff?”
“We were.” I squeezed his knee. “But I’m not so sore anymore, so…” I let my fingers trace up his thigh. Taking a quick peek, I could see he was hard in his shorts already.
“All the way?” Christopher looked so hopeful. “With a condom, I mean,” he added when I didn’t respond right away.
“We’ll see how it plays out.” I turned my car into the dirt road, and then made a quick turn into an old, secluded parking lot.
“What’s this?” He looked around in surprise.
“I thought it would be fun to make a stop on our way home. This park’s closed because of a sinkhole. No one comes back here now.” My hand moved up to his dick and squeezed it through his shorts. I really was reliving my teenage years. I vividly remembered making out in abandoned parking lots all those years ago. “We haven’t ever kissed, sweetie. I mean, like we would if I was your girlfriend. You ever think about that?”