‘My god, what was I thinking last night?’ She asked.
‘I don’t know, but I have been thinking about it all day’.
‘It was crazy, Jason must have made love to me all night after you left, and then this morning he asked if we could do it again tonight. I don’t know what to do. It’s something that shouldn’t be happening, he’s my son for god sake.’
‘Weren’t you enjoying it?’
‘That’s the worrying thing… I loved it.’
‘I loved it too. But you’re right it shouldn’t be happening. Why don’t we have a coffee and talk about it?’ I suggested.
We arranged a meet up.
Mid afternoon at the coffee shop we sat in a quiet corner booth where we could talk discreetly. Donna was as beautiful and radiant as ever, even tho she did look a little flushed from her all night adventures and the guilty confusion that tormented her. We talked and talked, much of it being me reassuring her that the situation would sort itself out. I told her that as a mother she was in control and that no-one need know her business and she could trust me to never tell a soul. After an hour or so of conversation, she had decided that she wasn’t going to allow the naughty experience to continue and would tell Jason so.
In my mind I imagined the sadness Jason would feel after having tasted the forbidden fruit of his mums pussy and forever longing to taste the delicious delights again. Myself having been part of the trio of pleasure and constantly feeling horny inside decided if the right situation were to arise and I found myself alone with Jason I would definitely make love with him again.
My mind wandered and created vivid images of just such an event, my son Alistair even popping into my thoughts. I pictured him catching Jason and I in a love coupling, me fully clothed in my gardening frock crouching in our kitchen bringing Jasons cock to life in my mouth or Jason plunging in and out of my longing pussy as I knelt on all fours doggy style in my lounge, my comfy pyjama bottoms around my knees showing off my round bottom and my boobies swinging inside my pyjama shirt beating out a soft rhythm against the fabric. Alistair would watch us in fascination with a desire to join us. I could picture him slowly easing his cock from his jeans and wanking to my pleasure.
I was snapped back to reality when Donna stood up to visit the ladies room. When she returned we settled the bill and left the coffee shop.
We decided to visit the town centre shops and boutiques. Our wanderings lead us to a favourite little back street rich with independent designer outlets where an array of wonderful fashions were available. We visited a particular favourite of mine, a little Parisienne lingerie salon.
Inside as we browsed I said ‘Why don’t you treat yourself to some nice underwear and we can go out of our way to find you that special someone and give you an occasion to wear it.’
‘That would be nice. I wish I could find someone like your hubby.’ she replied.
‘I’m starting to think you fancy my hubby’.
‘Who doesn’t? He’s a honey.’
‘Well let’s find you something hot and if I’m in a good mood we’ll see if my hubby approves shall we?’ I joked.
‘Oh, kinky’.
A sudden idea flashed into my mind, after the last couple of days of crazy lust maybe it was worth a try.
Donna seemed enthused rifling through many of the outfits. She selected some luxuriously embroidered bra and panty sets – I encouraged her to take the full ensemble including suspender belts and try some on in the booth. I chose a small selection of basques and baby dolls for myself. We had fun in the dressing rooms dressing up yet again, we girls never lose pleasure of trying on new outfits. Even outfits designed as much for the pleasure of the opposite sex as well as for creating the wild and sexy allure for ourselves. We playfully spanked each others bottoms and were enjoying the admiration of each other, joking and having fun putting the afternoons conversation behind us. We both made our selection after spending quite some time in the salon and completed our purchases – I also added several pair of fully fashioned nylons to our shop.
We hailed a cab and headed home to my place. During the ride home Claire called to inform me she would be staying over at a friends house for the evening. That left a place setting short for dinner so I asked Donna if she would like to join with Alistair, hubby and I for evening meal. She was glad to accept.
At home we had another coffee and a chat for a while before busying ourselves in my kitchen. Donna helping with the food even tho I had told her to sit and relax.
Alistair was first to arrive home, surprised to find Donna in our kitchen. I knew Alistair liked Donna and he was comfortable around her, they chatted and joked together about my cooking, Alistair hoping that Donna would be cook for the evening and suggesting she prepare a dish as tasty as herself. I was a little surprised at his confidence with her, knowing that when around me he always appeared a little ‘sheepish’ especially when his friends were around. I liked this little newly discovered confidence manner.
‘Oh you think Donna’s tasty do you?’ I asked ‘What about your old mum?’
‘Mum’ he replied, blushing.
‘C’mon Ali, even my boys aren’t afraid to tell me they think YOUR mum is a cutie.’ Donna added ‘You must think she’s at least an eight out of ten for her age’. And she laughed.
I liked the way this conversation was going, Alistair being put on the spot by Donna, this would give me the chance to find out if perhaps he could fancy me or even if there was the opportunity to experience the thrill and excitement Donna had, had with her son.
‘Donna’s boys may think I’m a cutie but they also know they have a hot mum, Jason even told me so’. I added, upping the game.
‘Get out of here!’ Donna squeaked throwing me a little ‘hush up’ side way glance.
‘If you had seen your mum in the outfits she purchased today, you’d think she was more than hot’. Donna suggested.
‘What outfits?’ Alistair, now curious asked.
‘Oh a little something for playtime’ she replied.
‘That’s enough Donna’ I said ‘hubby will be home soon and I don’t think he’ll be wanting Alistair around for our private playtime, he has his own little x-box that him and his pals play’.
As I replied I cast a downward glance to Alistair’s crotch and was positive I spied a little extra tenting in his trouser front. He turned side on away from my view, perhaps conscious of my downward focus.
‘I’m sure we can cook up something tasty for everyone’ Donna said as Alistair left the kitchen to go change from his work clothes.
Half way through the meal preparation I received another call, this time from hubby to tell me that he was working very late and wouldn’t be out of the office until around midnight.
When I told Donna, she looked disappointed, perhaps she was genuinely expecting to show off her little outfits to him. I certainly would have loved her to have done so, just to see my hubby’s reaction. Receiving this news, another idea immediately sprang to mind, I wasn’t sure if Donna would have approved following our conversation today. I suggested it anyway.