Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Slut For Her Son:>38

I jumped every time the phone rang. I couldn't get the fact that Frank has taken my pictures out of my mind! I kept going back to that moment when he told me he would call me when he figured everything out with fear. What did he mean by that? Wasn't the fact that I let him take me enough for that kid? And the fact that he was just a kid, eighteen year old kid, was making the whole matter worse!

I haven't told Tommy, I couldn't. I didn't know what he would say, what he would think, I would just have to figure something out on my own. I realized now how dangerous it was to bring someone totally unknown to me into my little "Slut" world. How could I have done that? How could I have been so weak?

Playing a slut for my son was unique; I would not give that up for anything in the world. Anytime I thought of him my pussy got wet and my mouth watery, knowing how good his cock tasted. But letting someone I didn't trust take me? How could I have?

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It was one of those warm Saturday nights in the valley where most people stayed inside enjoying a nice, air conditioned house or an occasional dip in the pool. The air was still and muggy, a little unusual for this part of the world where it was mostly dry. My husband and I were watching television, a program called "Survivor" when the phone rang. I immediately tensed up thinking that it could be THE phone call. My husband got up and answered it. Soon he got pretty irritated and handed the phone off to me.

"Kate, it's your son, and he's drunk wanting a ride. I 'm not going to go out there to get him... for Christ sake it's ten o'clock... you can if you want to, but I'm going to bed."

I took the phone from him as he walked away.

"Hallo, Tommy where are you?"

"Mom, listen I'm at Jason's house and I a ... had too much to drink to drive home... could you come get me?"

"Tommy can one of your friends give you a ride home?" I could hear music in the background and some laughter, sounded like girls.

"Mom, they're all drunk... please... can you come get me?"

don't let them drive you, what about Jeannine, is she

Jeannine's gone and her husband

be there

was wearing a night shirt. God, I have to change, I can't go like that. I went upstairs

night at a friend's house and I'm sure she had some clothes

skimpy shirts or blouses and mini skirts. I found couple of jeans but after trying them on found out they wouldn't fit. Oh god, maybe I should

ass and hips but that's it. The mini was hugging my every curve. I took my nightshirt off and tried one of her shirts. It was low cut with only

off a lot of skin. My big tits were barely contained in the shirt, and of course, I had no bra on so it showed off a big part of my tits. The buttons

I started feeling sexy. I ran my hands up the side of my hips and over

legs and noticed how easy my skirt rode up exposing my ass. I still had no panties on and I saw my moist pussy in the mirror. I grabbed a pair of black heels and slipped them on. Looking again I held my breath, I

Alarmed I pulled the skirt down and headed for the door. All I could think of was getting my son before

got to Jason's house, got out of the car, pulled the skirt down as best as I

the door. He showed me inside with a big smile on his face, constantly looking me up and down. He was

Kate, come on in,

beer, I came to get Tommy, is he

we're all sitting around in the hot tub,

beer even though I said no. I hesitated a moment, and took it out of his hand, oh well, why not, this was a party after all. I noticed that Jason was looking at me with his eyes wandering down to my cleavage, no doubt seeing more of

you

haven't, are you sure I looked OK?" I was

you the pictures yet? What a bum! Well would you like to go upstairs to my room? I'll

I shouldn't although the thought of being alone