Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Slut For Her Son:>71

I looked at my daughter surprised but relieved that she didn't think I was some kind of a slut. She liked the part about me getting finger fucked in the car. I noticed that her eyes would from time to time stray away from my face as she allowed herself to look at the swells of my breasts still visible under my loose blouse. I had to suppress the feeling of excitement when she did that and continued my story. When I came to the part about Raven, I just made it out to seemed that all Raven did was dance for us as stripper would.

"A strip club! You went into a strip club? I know, I know you had to, I understand that. But what was it like?" She quickly said.

I told her a little bit more relieved she never visited such a place herself. A parent's mind always worries about things like that, about what their daughters might be doing with their free time.

"God I'll kill him, ohhh... I want to cut his balls off," She was referring to Frank when I came to the part of him trying to rape me.

She listened with wide eyes about Adam and what he did. Suddenly she hugged me really close and pulled away.

"Oh god I want to meet him, Mom, I want to meet him so bad! I want to thank him for what he did! Mom, who is he?" She asked.

Her eyes shone with excitement and wonder I have not seen before.

"I don't know, all I know is his name and now he doesn't even work there anymore."

We sat there looking at each other, thinking about our own little experiences we had that night, feeling the closeness that bound us together now. I realized I was tired, I wanted to take a shower and somehow wash off any traces of Frank from my body.

"It's getting late, I think we should both get a good night's sleep. Is Tommy still out?" I asked standing up.

came in with Gina for a moment and

was glad my son was seeing Gina but part of me missed him and the closeness

next morning I took another shower and feeling rejuvenated started doing my usual house chores. Soon Tommy walked into the kitchen shuffling his feet heading straight for the coffee maker. I watched my son dressed in his usual shorts and tea shirt trying to figure out how he still felt about me. We haven't been close for days

"Hi Mom, what's cooking?"

the kitchen. Immediately his eyes darted down to the simple tank top I had on

the movie last night?" I asked turning around knowing his eyes would

pressing his body against me reached under my arms

a short laugh and

"Not that kind Mom."

his touch and the kisses he gave my neck. I don't know

last night?" I whispered to

up slipping it under my top and feeling my bare breast while his other hand traveled down sliding under my pajamas and panties with his fingers touching my already excited

of my son doing this to me continued to fuel my desire for

she was, believe me," He murmured

them to have sex all the time but I felt a

yeah, was she better than... me," I whispered nervously

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ward, thinking about the answer as I realized what I just said. Was I in competition with an eighteen year old girl for my son? Did I have something to prove? To hold on to? "Mom,