That had got us to the bar, but she’d only had two drinks. That’s when I’d given up.
And that’s why I was now on my way back to Dingle Dell. Becky was out with her friends again, but this time when she returns, she won’t be drunk. If I was going to have sex tonight then it would have to be at the Dogging site.
Tonight there were three cars. One of them had the interior light on, and another was rocking, so there was only one that was free. When that one flashed its headlights at me, I instinctively looked around for Jed because I wanted his advice. Then I smiled. He wasn’t here, but that wasn’t a problem, because I didn’t need his advice. I was now an experienced Dogger. She’d flashed her headlights because she wanted me to come to her, so that’s what I should do.
When I got near to the car I smiled again, and this time so big that it was cracking my face. It was Roxy’s car. Hopefully, she wouldn’t insist that we wear masks. I wanted to see her face, and I just knew that she would be beautiful.
I was now sitting next to her, and I’d got what I wanted. There wasn’t a lot of light in the car, but there was enough for me to see her face, and all its features.
Her eyes were dark brown, and above them she had long eyelashes. They were pools of dark chocolate that you could get lost in. Her nose was petite, and she had high cheek bones. It was a face that a model would be envious of. Yes, she was indeed beautiful.
However, I wasn’t pleased to see her face, I was horrified. And that was because I’d just found out that Roxy wasn’t really Roxy, she was Rebecca, my Mother!
She was as shocked as I was, and for what seemed like ages, but was really only a few seconds, we just looked at each other. Then she spoke.
“You fucked me. My Son has fucked me.”
She’d said it as if she didn’t really believe it. But it was true.
“How could you do that, I’m your Mother?”
Now she was angry, and it was directed at me. That wasn’t fair, I hadn’t known that it was her.
“If we hadn’t worn those stupid masks then I would have known it was you.”
That got a deep sigh from her, and then she said, “You’re right, it’s nobody’s fault. But we need to talk. We need to have a proper adult conversation.”
I nodded in agreement.
She started with, “So why are you here?”
I could give her a flippant answer, but what was needed at this time was honesty.
“I’m not getting enough sex at home, and when I do get it, it’s not always satisfying.”
But what’s her reason for doing it?
“And you?”
She took her time before answering.
“After your Father left me I dated a few men, but none of the relationships were any good. I liked the sex that I had with them, but I didn’t like them as a person. One of them persuaded me to try Dogging, and I found out that I liked it. It was anonymous sex without any sort of relationship. It was perfect for me.”
That made sense.
I asked, “So what do we do now?”
I got from her, “I know what we should do. Pretend that we haven’t fucked, and then not see each other here ever again.”
And we might have done that if I hadn’t reached out and held her hand. It was a simple act, but it felt intimate, and when she responded by moving towards me, I instinctively knew what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to kiss her.
When our mouths touched it made my heart race. It was special, like my first kiss with Becky. Then, what had been tender, had suddenly become passionate, and we were now exploring each other’s mouths like eager teenagers.
With some effort, we could have stopped, but when I put my hand onto her breast, and I found her nipple, that was never going to happen.
This time she was wearing a T-shirt, so it was easier for me to take it off her. When it was off, she was reaching behind herself so that she could unhook it.