Mom’s Class Reunion Ch. 02

THIS IS A STORY OF FICTION. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. ENJOY..

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Heading downstairs for dinner, the air in the hotel was intoxicating. People from all walks of life, engrossed in their own versions of enjoyment, a cascade of laughter and joy abounded. Holding my sons' arm, the looks we'd periodically notice upon us, made me blush. If they only knew, right? Walking through the lobby, there were a couple restaurants I'd had my eye on. As we walked into one, the ambience was telling. Dimly lit, romantic, the seating, situated accordingly, perfect for Parker and I.

"Good Evening," the host began, greeting us.

"Table for 2?"

"Yes, but we like sitting side by side, not across from each other," I commented, looking up admiring Parker. Yes, he's overweight, but hey, every girl that's turned him down, well that's their loss, right? Leading us to a table near the back of the restaurant, looking around, there were other couples enjoying their own dining experience. "Goodness honey, its' enchanting in here," I softly mused.

"I guess it is," Parker quipped, as I felt his hand find my leg. Normally, I'd remind him of people possibly knowing us seeing his hand under my dress, but since anyone here would only know me, I didn't react, other than opening my legs a little and allow his hand to find my inner thigh. "Behave, young man. Remember, we need to nourish ourselves, too. I'm starving."

Right on cue, our server approached our table. "Sir, Ma'am. My name is Milton and I'll be taking your orders tonight. May I start you with a drink?"

Surprising me, Parker spoke, "She'll have a MaiTai and I'll just have water."

"Very well, sir. I'll be back to take your order," the server stated.

After he left, I turned to my son. "I'm impressed. You actually knew what I like to have." Placing my hand on top of his, I intimately began scraping my fingers along the top of his hand. With my other hand, I did the same to his neck. "Parker, you're too good to me. I'm your mother, why did you have to be my son?" I quietly stated, a loving smile on my face.

"Why? For THIS very reason," Parker surmised, as his fingers began a slow process along my legs.

"Sweetheart, let's wait until we get back to our room. You know this gets me going," I exclaimed, seductively. "Don't worry. I know what you want and, frankly, I want it too. But all I ask, is you not be so boisterous."

"I get it mom, I do. But dang, for your age, I can't help myself," Parker admitted.

"Good. I expect you to pound me through our mattress this weekend," surprised, even to myself, of the leniency of my words.

As we were sitting there, talking about us, the weekend, the reunion, I heard my name, once again, from across the room.

"Maddie! Oh my God!," I'd wearily register. Walking briskly to our table were 2 people I'd known all to well in school.

"Jeremy," I'd said curtly, the past suddenly brought back the forefront. "And Beth, well, well, well." Seeing them two; the son of a bitch who promised me the world; and the girl who he cheated on me, with, standing in front of me.

"How are you?," Beth started, unaware of my condescension.

"I'm well, just having dinner with my son," I'd retorted, with deliberateness. Looking back and forth between Parker and I, the disbelief that I was with my son had them thinking.

"Your son? No husband?" Was asked, unwittingly.

"Husband. Business Trip," I flatly admitted.

"Ohhhh I get it," Beth said, that stupid smirk still prevalent. "So he's hanging out with mom all weekend," now staring at Parker.

Having removed his hand from my inner thigh a few moments earlier, I was appreciative of the respect he had for me. Having come full circle since our first time, the night of his senior prom, the young man sittting next to me, surprised me, albeit rudely, by dismiss my unwanted guests. Seeing how uncomfortable I alreasy was, I'm grateful, in retrospect, he did help.

"Excuse me," Parker chimed in, within a tinge in his voice, "My mom and me would like to enjoy our dinner, if you don't mind." The way he said it, and the utter speechlessness from them two, caused me to inwardly chuckle.

"Umm, yea, yea... sure," Beth had said, while Jeremy, clearly age not doing him justice, stood there, stone faced, having not had the chance to speak. As soon as the left, out server returned.

"Are we ready to order?," Milton asked, pen ready, for duty.

"I'll have the duck a l'orange," I announced, feeling Parkers' hand return to where it had been. Re-opening my legs just a tad, I felt his hand put the bottom of my dress over my legs. Thankful for the long tablecloth adorning our table, I did hope he'd not be so non-discreet in public.

"And you, sir," He asked, awaiting my son's response.

"I'll have the 14 oz. t-bone steak, with baked potato, and a side of shrimp," Parker stated.

Milton, after recording our orders replied, "We'll get these ready for you." Then, left.

"Parker, sweety," I began, after we were alone. "I'm concerned about your.."

"Weight," he immediately cut in.

"Yes, honey. Your weight. You're only 19. I'd like to see you get in shape," I quietly offered, concern in my voice. "Your father quit trying, years ago to lose weight and now.....," I quietly said, looking away.

"Mom," He exclaimed, "Can we not talk about this right now?"

Seeing the frustration in his voice, I dropped the subject.

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After we ate and received our bill, I asked the host to apply it to our final bill, giving him our room number. As we left, Parker took my hand.

"Wanna go for a little walk?" I'd ask Parker, now comfortably fed. "I see the rain has let up a little."Heading for the exit, we noticed it was, now dark. "We'll stay close. I just wanted to walk off a little bit of our dinner, before we work the rest of it off, later." With a smile on my face, I looked up at him. Pecking him on his cheek, We left the hotel.

Holding our umbrella over us, Parker had his other arm around me. Slowly we walked as people passed by enjoying their evening. Giving a slight shiver, Parker stopped and removed his coat. Giving it to me, I wrapped it over my body.

"Here mom," Parker said, as I took the umbrella. "You're shivering."

"You're such the gentieman, honey," I tenderly gestured. "Seems like someone is try to shmooz a lady into his bed."

"Guilty," he admitted. After seeing I stopped shivering, he took the umbrella from me, and we proceeded with our walk.

"BUZZ!! BUZZ!"

The sensation buzzing from my purse, I realized my cell was going off. Reaching in, I retrieved my phone.

"It's your dad," I said, as I gave him the phone. "Talk to your father honey. I just want to enjoy being with you."

Pressing the button, Parker impatiently began, "What now, dad?" Astonished by his abruptness, I squeezed his arm. "She's right here dad. We're taking a walk right now. We just ate dinner."

Hearing how uncouth and standoffish he was being, I was becoming undone by his behavior. "Parker, put it on speaker," I sternly said. "We'll talk about your behavior, later."

Now on speaker, we slowed our pace so I could focus.

"Hi, honey," I began, looking harshly at my son. "How's your business trip faring?"

For 10 minutes, John explained how his team had several meetings scheduled on Friday and Sarurday with hopes of finalizing a deal by Sunday.

"Well you'll do fine, John. I'm sure that bonus WILL be big and we'll celebrate at home. But don't get cocky, you STILL have to finalize the agreement."

After bantering around a few more minutes, Parker rudely jumped back in to the conversation. "Look dad. Mom and me are heading back to the motel. She'll call you tomorrow. She is tired."

Not evening bothering with a "Goodbye" or letting me wish his father a good night or "I love you", he just ended the call.

Immediately I went on defense. "What's gotten into you, young man?" Our steps, now back to normal. "You are being awfully rude to your father and, frankly, I'm getting pretty sick and tired of it."

"You said you weren't going to allow interruptions mom, remember?" his voice, more pointed.

"My word Parker," I said, flabbergasted. "He's my husband. I can't just ignore his calls or texts. And besides, we're not in our room, we're out here taking in the cool air."

"Well, I just want to get back to our room, mom. YOU did say, I couid have this, (looking down at my midsection), as much as I wanted, as long as we weren't involved in the Reunion activities."

"Parker, you really.." I tried to say, before he boldly cut me off, again.

"No more talk, mom. I want back between your legs."

"Alright, sweetheart," I submissively stated, as we made our way back to the hotel.

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Once we were in our room, Parker immediately began undressing.

"C'mon mom," he boldly demanded, "Get a hole in your nylons." Not having even lay my purse down, Parker was already unzipping his pants.

"Parker Joseph Benton! Will you..." I tried saying, aghast.

"Quiet mom," He strongly quipped. "YOU said that behind these doors, I get that," pointing to my midsection.

"I know, but you're being very disrespectful and demanding, Parker," trying to exude my influence. Removing my wedding ring, which I wear only in public, I set it on the sidetable, next to the box of condoms, replacing it with a "promise" ring my son bought me this last Christmas. I unclasped my belt from my outfit. As soon as my dress opened, Parker's mouth hit the floor, like it usually does.

Before his eyes, my red, lace bra clung to my tits. My flat stomach and legs came to view, covered by the lighter sun beige pantyhose I'd worn with my red dress. On my feet sat my red 4' pointy toed high heels.

"It may be rude, but I know what you said, as well," Parker noted, a noticeable bulge begging for release.

Removing my dress, I seductively let it drop to the floor by our bed. Twirling, ever so slowly, his eyes were glued on me.

"Sweetheart," I submissively said, "Do you like what you see?"

Furiously nodding, I could only chuckle under my breath. Unclasping my bra, I removed each arm, and as I kept my eyes locked on him, I twirled it around my finger. "Be easy on momma's breasts ok?" Reminding him of this morning, before leaving for our flight, how rough he was, especially to my tits.

Sashaying towards him, finally rid of his underwear, my high heels clicked on the hardwood floor. Standing by the beds egde andkeeping my eyes locked on his, I slinked down on my knees to the floor. Reaching forward, the 7" hose staring at me, angrily desperate for attention, I licked the base of his cock. Working my way up, I finally reach the head.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," I silently moan. Kissing the head, I part my lips and take him slowly down my throat.

"Fu....," Parker lustfully orates, seeing his mother taking his dick, inch by incestuous inch, past her esophagus. After taking his full length, girth and all, my nose is touching his belly. Never having taken my eyes off his, I could always be confident in his approval. Starting, I begin to work his penis up and down my throat.

"Mmmmmmmm," I mewl, as I was fully engrossed at my task. Speeding up, my motions were. starting to affect him. Dropping onto the bed, he now sat. Re-positioning myself between his legs, I continued with my task of pulling that first load, down my throat. For the past 10 months since we started our affair, I would do to him what I refused to for John. Give him a blow job.

""GLUCK! GLUCK! ACKK!! GLUCK!!"

Bobbing faster, I now had my hands resting on his thighs, in a haste to satiate him, I finally felt the result I knew would arrive.

"Mom!" he squealed, putting a hand on the back of my head. "Fuck I'm cumming!"

Pushing my head down, he prevented my release from his pole. Soon, I felt his release explode against the back of my throat. Feeling shot after shot, 3 in all, I fought to swallow the contents.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I cried, savoring the taste I've grown to accept.

As some of his cum escaped out of each side of my mouth, I felt him relaxing. Releasing my head, I was able to lift my head off. Looking in the mirror by our bed, my mascara had run, I legt a red ring from my lipsticks down the base of his cock, and I was feeling drips of his semen leave my chin.

Looking at him, I wiped my mouth, the raised myself off my knees. Leaning forward I kissed Parker. "Time to love your mother, honey," I said, full of lust. "Give it to me.... HARD."

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10 pm.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"

Since we arrived back to our room, Parker has been enjoying my pussy. Taking charge of what he wants, which, I'll admit, I secretly desire. I looked to my left, eyes glazed, trying to watch us through the mirror. Parker, with one hand on my hips, and his other hand, with a handful of my hair, had lifted me against him, as he thrusted away. A long run down the side of my nylons, from the frantic pumping into my tunnel was displayed in our dimly lit room.

Breathing laboriously, his mouth was near my ear. "Take.. it.. mom!" He struggled to say.

As life passed from the view from our 8th floor window, the open drapery provided us an erotic scene.

"Yes, oh Par.. Parker hon.. honey," I salaciously panted. "Fuck.. me." My words, now uncontrolled.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Every slapping of my backside from our loins meeting, the exuberance of our mating was in full force.

"Oh! Oh yes!" my voice, turning hoarse. "Baby... oh yes!"

Releasing my hair, my body fell forward on the bed. Able to place my hands flat on the mattress, my son continued his assault. swaying under me, my tits shook uncontrollably. As sweat built up on both us, any thoughts of shame or regret, being married had dissipated.

"Parker! Yes! Yes! Ba.. by! Yes! Yes!" I panted incessantly. Suddenly pulling out, I felt an immediate void. "Sweetheart!" I yelped, as suddenly, he flipped me onto my back. Taking my legs, Parker looked like a man possessed. Raising them, he secured my left high heel, which came loose as he flipped me over. Once he had them how he wanted them, he placed his body over me, causing me to simultaneously put my hands under him over hus shoulders.

Feeling his mouth on my neck, the sucking began. "Park.. Parker.. nooo..," I faintly pleaded. "No hick.. hickeys," Releasing his suction on my neck, he breathed into my neck.

"I.. own.. this.. pussy.. mom," Every word from Parker, accentuated by each plunge into me.

"Oh honey," I whispered, my cries drowned out by the creaking bedsprings.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the familiar signs I've realized with my son were approaching its' crescendo. Pumping faster and faster, I could sense his balls tightening.

"Ahh!! Ahh!! Ahh!" He'd repearedly chant, each subsequent yelp from him sounding more and more urgent.

"Cum.. for.. me.. swee... sweety," I submissively exclaimed in his ear. "Fill that condom, my love."

2 hard thrust later, his body slammed forward locking our nether regions together. "Moooooommmfuuucckkkkk!" He yelled, a little too loudly. Quaking relentlessly on top of me, his butt would move up and the down on me, expelling the jets of cum exploding in gis condom. "Yesssssss!" he said, as he began to push himself up off me. Still fully in me, I waited until he relaxed. Running my hands along the sides of his body, I looked at my pantyhose covered legs, still pointing upwards, as he likes me to do whilst he's cumming.

Pulling out of me, my vagina reluctantly lets his soedge hammer escape my warm confines. "Puhlop!" Flopping up and down, condom still secure on his penis, the balloon at the end displaying his release, was now mere inches from my face.

"Damn mom," he'd pant, "You look exhausted."

Seeing his own face and the perspiration upon it, I couldn't help but let out a comedic sigh. "It's your fault I'm exhausted young man," Slowly saying it as I was trying to regsin control of my breathing.

Reaching for his condom, he waved me off, "Itself ok mom. I need to use the bathroom," he pointed out, his cock, losing its' hardness. "I love you, mom."

Giving a tired smile, I returned his words. "I love you as well, sweetheart."

As he disappeared into the bathroom, I managed to scoot to the beds edge. Sitting uo, I felt the void in my vagina, still pulsating from his assault. Managing to get off my feet, I saw myself in the mirror. Runs developed down my pantyhose, I look like a woman fully satuated. Im just nylons and heels, I was grateful the world couldn't see up where our hotel room was. Stepping out of my pumps, I walked over and began to pick up our clothes off the floor. Looking at the bed, I saw the aftermath. Sweat laden linens and a minor indentation where my body lay just a few minutes earlier. Coming out of the restroom, I made my way there, needing relief myself.

By 1 am, and after emptying Parker 3 times prior, I let him finish bareback in me, culminating our busy night.

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"Parker? honey?" now 6 am, and having slept 5 hours, I felt my son's hands opening my legs. "Sweetie," my voice, groggy," Don't you get enough?"

Mounting me, I contorted my body so I was flat on my back. Opening my legs, he realized I'd put on a new pair of nylons as I knew this would happen.

"I can't get enough of you mom," He admitted, taking hold of his penis. Touching my, already, smoldering area, with it, I reflexively, lifted my legs.

"Well good morning to you too, baby," I mewled, as he slowly pushed into me. "Ohhhh Parker," I'd submissively say, feeling his length and girth reclaiming its' rightful place in my quim.

25 minutes later, our early morning fuck reached it peak.

"Unh! Ungh! Ungh!" My moans, loudly echoing throughout our room, "Par.. Parker baby.. oh yes!" With that, he finally unloaded, bareback, once again.

"Ahhhh yes!!" Parker exclaimed, flooding my insides. Ridding himself, once more, I began to regret my agreement of giving him free use of my body.

"We need to prepare for the day, Parker," I mused, "I need you to get off."

Getting off me, we proceeded to the shower, to freshen up. Cupping my vagina, the amount of semen he just pumped into me was heading southbound trying to escape. As we stepped in the shower and Parker turned the water on, I released the blockade my hand provided as our combined juices left my body, disapoearing down the drain.

Parker behaved, surprisingly, as we let the hot water bead off our exhausted bodies. Soaping each other, I leaned my back as he reached his head over mine, kissing me in a way a mother and her son should not kiss. Not once did he try taking me in the shower. As much I probably would have let him, I was grateful for the respite having fucked me mist of the past evening.

Once we dried off we made our way to the bed. "Lavender or pinstripe, honey," I asked, looking at the two outfits laid out on our bed.

"Pinstripe, mom," he quickly answered, as he began dressing himself. "And those white heels, too."

Satifisfied, I put on a fresh pair of pantyhose, retrieving them from my bag full of packaged pantyhose. After we finished dressing, it was now, almost 8 am. Removing the ring Parker had bought me, that I primarily wear when were intimate, I replaced it with my wedding band, I'd had sat on the side table by our bed, all night.

"Before we go, I'd better call your father," I announced, as Parker scrolled through his phone. Walking over to the window, I called my husband, as I admired to view of the city below us.

"Hello," I hear through speakphone.

"Good morning honey," I relayed to John, as the view of our hotel room could now be partially seen. "Just wanted to check-in. We're heading down to breakfast and then going to check-in to the reunion."

"Oh good," my husband said. "Is Parker managing ok?"

"He's been fine honey. We called it a night, early, as I was tired from the flight," I lied, as my husband was unaware of the messy, single bed, to my left.

After exchanging plans for the day and getting Parker to say a few words to his father, I ended the call.

"Look honey, Parker and I need to get breakfast, we're famished," receiving a quick glance from Parker. "Afterward, we're going to the festivities. I'm not sure when I'll be able to answer your texts till later."

"Just have fun," he said. "And behave. Don't embarrass the boy too much."

"Oh he's been wonderful," I said, a little too submissively, the intent, clearly missed by John. "You finish those meetings strong, as well. Talk later. We love you."

Ending the call, I walked over to Parker. "You ready sweety?" Standing directly in front of, I was between his legs. Reaching his hands under my dress, I saw a boy, deeply in love with his mother, a far different young man, than the one almost a year earlier, who lost his virginity to me, the night of his Senior Prom.

"I love your legs, mom," he admitted, feeling the sheerness of the hosiery embellishing my legs.

"I know you do, sweety," I seductively said, running my fingers through his bushy hair. Stepping back, my dress fell back down, covering my legs, as his hands were now, free of my goldmine. "We'd better go, honey. Remember," I paused, relifting my dress. "Behave, and you might get your ultimate desire," I beckoned, wiggling my backside at him.

"Ok mom," he quickly agreed. "Let's go enjoy your reunion."

Lowering my dress, and rechecking myself in the mirror, I grabbed my shaul and person, and we left our room, eager for my reunion.

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I'll be start Ch. 3 soon.. Thanks for reading.