Sons’ Shared Slave:Chapter 2

Finally, she let go of him and then stood up. She began pacing around the book-lined den, on the damask rug, and her ballet slippers made no sound, but her legs were lovely. He couldn’t help noticing. She had a spectacular body, and it showed in the white silk blouse and black cotton skirt that swirled around her knees. At last, with a sigh of acceptance, she turned to John and spoke.

“This is embarrassing to me. I shouldn’t be talking to you this way. But I have no one else to talk to. I’ve never had any close friends in this town. I’ve never been close to your father. That’s the biggest problem. That’s why I am so ashamed to tell you this. But I have to tell someone. I think it will drive me crazy if I keep it in any longer.”

John was a little frightened, but also quite proud that his mother should have such confidence in him.

“Mother, I’m not about to tell you what’s best for you. I couldn’t begin to know what your life has been like. You must know that we’ve all wondered why you were so cool at all times and never showed emotion. But I’m your son. I’ll do anything I can to help you. Family always comes first. Craig thinks that and so do I.”

“Please know this, John. I’ve always loved you and Craig. I tried to love your father. I did. But he never let me in. It was a mistake to marry him in the first place. I had no idea at the time what he was like. But we both were young and had no business trying to make a family. This may be difficult for you to hear, but you two boys were mistakes. I never intended to have children after your father and I had been together for a few months. I could see then that we would never love each other. I think your father is gay. Does that shock you? It shouldn’t. Back in the time we married many gay men didn’t come out for years and years, and many married and had families. After you two were born we never had sex again. I had my tubes tied just in case.”

“Mother, that’s no big deal today. But the real problem, I think, is that you’ve had a loveless marriage. It’s a pity and a real shame. You could have any man you wanted. I know it may sound cruel to Father, but you should consider finding a man who would appreciate you and love you. That’s all I’ll say. I think you have a decision to make, but I’ll help all I can. Mother, Craig, and I always loved you. We just never thought you loved us.”

“Oh, god, please John. It was never that way. I know I haven’t been a perfect mother, but I tried to give what I could. I’ve felt lost and alone for so many years. Please forgive any pain I gave you. I didn’t mean it to be that way. Truly, John. I do love you. I love you dearly, I just feel very lost and confused.”

“Well, think about what I said, Mother. You need to find someone who cares for you. It’s that simple, I think. Now, if I’m not being insensitive, I need to eat. Shall we just go out and have something? I know you don’t feel like cooking now.”

“Oh, yes John. That would be fine. Forgive my thoughtlessness. We’ll just go down the street to the Italian place and get something. That would be fine. Just let me fix my face.”

John went into the front room and waited. As he did he considered what a waste it had been. To think, a woman as lovely and sexually appealing as Mother should have a loveless, virtually sexless marriage. It wasn’t right. He recalled Mother crying on his shoulder, and also the strange feelings it aroused in him. He had felt his cock getting hard. That was pleasant to recall, and as he did it began to get erect again. Mother was so fucking pretty, and sexy too. Oh well.

Sylvia came into the front room with a wrap in case it got cool in the restaurant wearing high heels. John rose and they went out to the car. He looked at the lovely curve of her calves. John drove to the restaurant. Only a mile or so away. They went in and ordered dinner and some wine to accompany it. Sylvia had started serving wine to her sons as soon as they came of age. She loved wine with her meals. She always had. Tonight she wanted to feel good. She was tired and wanted to just have a little enjoyment.

The dinner was pleasant for both of them. After chatting about John’s interviews they discussed Craig and his wife, and how they were getting on. That seemed to be a good match. The conversation continued with innocuous subjects and the wine had its effect on Sylvia. She was touching John’s arm as she spoke, more and more often. She was quite sleepy when they finally left. She even allowed John to pay.

When they arrived home Sylvia was a little unsteady. John helped her up the stairs to her room. At her door, she turned and hugged him. Then she kissed him on the lips. That was a great surprise. The greater surprise was that the kiss lingered just a moment longer than he would have expected. Then she said goodnight and went into her room.

Sylvia closed the door. She went over to her bed and began undressing. She was able to remove her high heels and then her blouse and skirt. She fumbled with her unnecessary bra and her black panties. Her breasts were firm and perky. Not large, but still upright and with nipples that were tiny but like little rubies. She had wanted to shave her pussy years ago. It might feel so good when she masturbated all alone in her room. Perhaps now she would. She hadn’t shared a room with Griffith since the boys had started school.

Going to her dresser she found her favorite vibrator and placed it near her pillow. She got up on her bed and gazed into the wall mirror, admiring herself, and wanting to please herself. Her thoughts strayed to John. He had seemed so mature tonight. She realized just how handsome her son was. Oh well. She had her toys.

Sitting on the edge of her bed she began using the vibrator, first on her nipples, bringing them to attention and making her pussy begin to moisten, which made her move the device to her cunt. She loved to think of the dirty words as she played with herself. She had always wanted to hear a man saying them to her as they fucked, or she sucked his cock. Sylvia was well-read. She knew all about sex, and what she had missed. But she made herself come with the vibrator, first by tickling her clitoris, and then moving to the labia and into her vagina, her cunt, her pussy, fucking herself and making moaning sounds of lust. She came and came. This was what she wanted.

And as she came she thought of John. Sylvia fell asleep and dreamt of her son taking her. And she didn’t resist.