“Same time next week?”
We got dressed while we were outside. Now that we’d finished, and I was sexually satisfied, there should be some regrets, perhaps even guilt. But there was none of that. I just felt fulfilled, both as a person and as a woman. If I was a hippy from the sixties I would have said, ‘I was one with the universe’. But that was silly, I just felt good.
However, David was subdued. He might be feeling guilty.
“Any regrets?”
He took his time before answering me, and then he said, “No, it was wonderful. It’s just that there is a lot to take in. I’ve had sex with my Mother. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it was done at a Dogging site with a bunch of strangers watching.”
I asked, “Do you want to fuck me again?”
“Of course I do, but next time can’t we do it at home, or at my place. It will be a lot safer, and warmer, doing it there.”
I shook my head, and then I said, “No, away from the Dogging site I’m your Mother, so you treat me with respect. Here I’m a bitch, and you can treat me like a whore.”
Before leaving, he gave me a hug and a tender kiss on the lips. That got my heart racing again.
When I got home I was surprised to see that Oliver was still up, and it looked as if he’d been crying. I was worried, what had happened.
“I’ve done a terrible thing. I don’t know what possessed me to do it.”
He was normally very calm, there wasn’t much that could get him into such a state. Had he killed somebody?
“Tell me what you’ve done.”
“I’ve been to the park. I’ve been dogging.”
He then hung his head in shame. I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. He was now looking at me as if I’d gone mad.
When I’d finished, I said, “I’m going to tell you where I’ve been, and what I’ve been doing.”
I then told him everything, but with David replaced by Alex. He didn’t say a word until I’d finished.
“Wow, next time we should go together. But David should never know about this.”
I nodded in agreement. Dogging was no longer my guilty secret, but I had a new one.
My Son is now my guilty secret!
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