25th Class Reunion

I had a feeling where this was going, and reluctantly responded, "Yes."

"Well, I was thinking, you know, umm, we might have time for a swim and a real workout. If we get snowed in that is," he said hopefully.

I didn't want to burst his bubble completely, so I replied, "Maybe so, sweetie, but I think I'll be really busy catching up with old friends."

He just shrugged a bit and said softly, "Well, it was just an idea."

For some reason, just before we left, I crammed my skimpy pink and black workout clothes into the suitcase, just in case. I imagined Billy Hanlon or some other high school guy catching me on the treadmill in the gym at some point, wondering why he hadn't scooped me up years before. I was not bringing them for Tyler, I kept telling myself.

The drive took just over an hour and a half, but seemed longer as we barely spoke most of the way. Pouring my thoughts into an e-mail, when I didn't have to see my son's face, was so much easier than trying to explain myself with his sitting aside me. I felt terrible, but hoped we'd find a way through things like we always had before.

Not that I didn't still think of him as my soul mate. Every time I glanced over at him, Tyler looked so confident behind the wheel. The fact that a storm might be on the way didn't appear to trouble him at all as it had me. I was deeply grateful he made chose to come with me, but was nervous how everything would play out.

The reunion was being held in the hotel where I had made reservations. When I originally booked the room, I assumed I'd either be alone, or maybe Don would come along. As a result, I had only requested a single. When we checked in, I asked for an upgrade, but was told they were overbooked. Apparently due to the reunion and storm, there were no other rooms to be had.

The clerk was very sweet and said she could send up a roll-a-bed, which I agreed to instantly. Tyler was standing just to my side, but I just couldn't look at him. I was quite sure he was perfectly willing to share the lone bed, yet I had to nip that entire idea in the bud. Sharing a room with him was going to be hard enough without actually sharing a bed.

Tyler took the key card from me and opened the door, and I think we both moved inside somewhat cautiously. One large bed dominated the room, but I think we both tried to ignore the implications as we set about unpacking our things. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, and Tyler let a hotel worker in, pushing an ancient looking cot on rollers before her. The Hispanic woman folded it down and made the bed, before she slipped out the door, leaving Tyler and me alone once more.

Since I was up so early, and had hours to kill before the event, I told Tyler I hoped to take a quick nap. He must have understood I wanted to be alone, as he said, "Sounds good, Mom. Think I'll go and check out the pool and the video games downstairs." Just two minutes later or so, he had slipped into a pair of swim trunks and was out the door.

As tired as I was, sleep did not come easy. I was nervous about the big night, wondering what people would think of me after all these years. But I was even more troubled about the relationship I had with my son. He had done so much to get me ready for this evening, yet I was almost treating him like a leper or something, afraid to get too close or I might do something I'd regret. He deserved so much better.

The reunion was scheduled to begin at seven, so at just about six o'clock I rose from the bed and began my preparations. Tyler had stayed away all afternoon, which did not really surprise me. I think he was hurt by my rejection, so either he was giving me space or simply needed some himself.

I took a long hot shower, and then got out to first begin addressing my hair. As a working woman, I usually just brushed it out or threw it up into a clip of some type before I left for the office. Knowing the reunion was on the horizon; I let my locks grow out a bit, and experimented with my curling iron. I was no expert, but thought I found a look to fit my face.

After spending close to another half hour in the bathroom, my hair was done and my face subtly painted. Standing before the mirror with just a white towel wrapped around my torso, I thought I looked rather lovely. The soft coloring I added to my cheeks made me look sweet, while the lines I added around my eyes hinted at sexy.

I then went to the closet and grabbed the gown I had selected for the party. Since it was an evening event, I had purchased a figure fitting black cocktail dress to hopefully wow the crowd. The bottom hem stopped just four inches above my knees, which seemed fine to me, but the neckline appeared more problematic. The silky material rounded over my exposed shoulders, before plunging deep into my chest, creating a striking V towards my cleavage.

Before my dramatic weight loss, I would never have even contemplated trying to pull off such a sexy look. Yet as I stood there admiring myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think of my son. There was simply no way on earth I would be in this position without Tyler's help, and I was saddened by the fact that he wasn't with me to see the fruits of our labor.

I milled about the room for a while, nervously checking myself in the mirror as I watched the clock tick by. I decided to be fashionably late, so just before 7:30; I finally grabbed my purse and started towards the door. Just then, it cracked open and Tyler strode in, "Oh, sorry, Mom. I thought you'd be gone by now."

I instantly knew he had stayed away all day for my benefit, just as I had suspected. Not knowing just what to say, but needing to break the tension, I asked, "So, what do you think?" I then gave a slight turn so he could look me over.

It was obvious that Tyler was reluctant to go out on a limb again since I had hurt him before, when he replied softly, "Nice, really nice."

Over the previous months I had grown accustomed to his many words of praise, so the comment seemed rather subdued. Momentarily I doubted myself and asked, "Just nice?"

Tyler appeared to gulp down a breath of air, and seemingly exasperated, replied, "What do you want from me anyway, Mom?"

Suddenly taken aback, I responded, "Just the truth, sweetie."

"You really want the truth? Okay, you're fucking gorgeous. Happy now?" he shouted at me, his cheeks shining more crimson than even during our most intense workouts. Tyler stood staring at me, wearing a face I had never seen before. He wasn't just hurt by some schoolboy crush; he was clearly upset with me.

After everything we had shared, I hated the fact that we somehow had digressed to this point. I suddenly ran forward, throwing my arms about him. Tyler must have been disgusted with me as he left his arms dangling at his side as opposed to hugging me back, while I held him tight.

My eyes began to well up, but I fought the tears as I didn't want to ruin my makeup. There was nobody else on earth I loved more than my son, and at that moment I felt terrible I had hurt him so much. I continued to hold him tight until he finally wrapped his arms around me too. Suddenly I really couldn't care less about the reunion and whispered in his ear, "I could skip the party and we could just go to dinner or something, sweetie."

Tyler gave me a tight squeeze and said, "No, go see your friends, Mom."

I pulled back to look him in the eyes, and responded, "Are you sure? I'd much rather just stay here with you." I was afraid of what we might do, but was ready for almost anything at that point.

He gave me a soft smile and said, "I'm sure. You deserve a fun night out, and everyone will love you in that dress." Tyler led me to the door, and after a soft peck on the cheek, sent me on my way.

I nervously entered the hallway leading to the ballroom, and saw a line forming before a door in the distance. Over the entrance was a big sign in red and white, 'Welcome Harrison High Hawks.' As I approached, I found myself surrounded by middle-aged men and women, most dressed to the nines, but surprising a few in jeans.

Upon entering the dimply lit room, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the low light. Almost immediately I saw something rushing toward me, and before I even knew what was happening I was in the embrace of two cackling women. Even after all these years, I instantly recognized the voices of my old best friends, Michelle and Janet.

We caught up on each other's lives after the initial excitement of our union finally died down. Michelle went to the bar and grabbed us each a glass of wine, and then we found a table to share as we talked about anything and everything. It was so great to see their smiling faces once more, I almost felt like a kid again.

As we chatted I somehow managed to keep up the facade that everything was just wonderful with my family life. From what I shared with the girls, Don, Tyler and I were just the most perfect family anyone could ever hope for. Yet even as I spoke my son's name, I couldn't help but think of how amazing it was to be wrapped in his strong arms like I had been only minutes before. Deep down, I just knew a part of my life was about to change that weekend, for good or bad.

Janet and Michelle of course knew about my high school crush. Janet leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Billy's here and he's divorced." When I looked back at her, she gave me what I'm sure she thought was a knowing nod, almost as if I had her approval to cheat on my husband. I was a bit surprised by that after everything I'd said earlier, but kept my thoughts to myself. Maybe she could see through me after all.

Music was blaring over the speakers, and all the tunes were from the time of our high school years. Michael Jackson, Duran Duran, and many other acts I had not heard in ages pounded into my ears as people took to the dance floor.

I became quite annoyed when a couple guys in turn interrupted my conversation with the girls to ask me to dance, while nobody asked Janet or Michelle. They were both a bit on the heavy side, but really looked quite cute in their party dresses. Just six or so months ago, I would have been in the same boat with them, so I was convinced that I too would not have been asked either. These same guys avoided me like the plague in school, so I generously declined their invitations.

After an hour or so and two more glasses of wine, the girls and I got up and milled around the crowd. There no longer seemed to be any cliques as everyone appeared more than willing to chat with us, but most just wanted to talk about what happened in high school and not what we'd accomplished since. It was really quite frustrating and I was almost beginning to regret coming in the first place. I certainly hadn't come to rehash my largely miserable school days.

After listening to Candace Allen tell yet another story from her cheerleading days, I was about to lose my lunch. I just couldn't take anymore and broke away from the crowd to visit the ladies room and clear my head. As I looked in the mirror, I once again thought of Tyler and asked myself, "What am I doing here?"

When I came out, a tall, balding man approached me with a grin upon his face. He was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, with a beer belly even larger than Don's. "Hey, you're Kathy, aren't you?"

I honestly didn't have any idea who it was who greeted me, so I simply muttered, "Yes."

"I'm Billy. Billy Hanlon," he barked enthusiastically, smiling from ear to ear.

To say I was stunned would be an understatement. My high school dream boy was suddenly not looking so dreamy. For some reason I thought of my son and just knew he'd never let himself go like this.

We made small talk for a while, when unexpectedly Billy asked me to dance. Twenty five years before I would have cut off a limb to hear those words, but at that moment I honestly wanted nothing to do with him.

Demurely I responded, "I'm so sorry, Bill, I have a bad ankle."

He seemed to get annoyed and even bit aggressive with me, like I somehow owed something, "We'll just wait for a slow song. Your ankle will be fine then."

I didn't like his tone, and actually felt scared by his intimidation tactic. Thinking better than to outright reject him, I said, "Sounds good, the next slow song just come and find me." With that, I faked a limp and walked back to the girls. I quickly explained to them that I wasn't feeling well, and was calling it a night, promising to meet them for breakfast in the morning.

As I made my way back to the room, I realized there was really only one guy in the world I wanted to dance with, or do anything else with for that matter. I nervously slid the key card down the slot, pushed the door open and strutted into the room.

Tyler was lying across the old rollaway bed, and looked up at me with surprise. "Mom, why are you back so early?"

I moved alongside the creaky bed, and then sat on an open space near his hip. My heart began beating faster as I replied, "I was bored to tears." I gave him my best smile, and then added, "I'd much rather be here with a handsome young man like you than with a bunch of uninteresting old farts any day of the week." Tyler's eyes went wide, I'm sure cautiously optimistic of what might come next.

I pulled my digital camera out from my purse, and handed it to Tyler with a bit of flair. Of course I had brought it to take pictures with the girls, but suddenly I wanted to pose for my son. I gave him a little pouty smile, and then asked, "Would you mind taking a few pictures of me in my new dress?"

Tyler nodded enthusiastically, with a, "Sure, Mom."

I felt super sexy as a stood before him, moving from pose to pose as he snapped my picture over and over. The look on his face was priceless, and I assumed he might be enjoying the moment as much as I. Every now and then I'd thrust either my ample chest or firm bottom out, hoping for a few killer shots.

After ten minutes or so, we stopped and slowly review the pictures on the tiny screen. I hadn't brought my laptop, so it was hard to see if we had any keepers, but I was just sure there had to be at least a few.

The fancy new bra I had purchased special for the dress was digging into me, and the feet were killing me from the three inch heels, so I said, "Let me go change and we'll hang out for a while, okay?" Tyler gave me a nod, and then I slinked over to my bag, hoping he was watching as I intentionally swayed my hips seductively. I looked back at him and said, "Why don't you have a seat, I might be a while."

I grabbed a number of items from the suitcase so he would see what I picked, then made my way into the bathroom. After taking off my dress, I then climbed out of my sexy new underwear as well. From the stack of clothes I brought with me, I pulled out my little workout gear.

For a moment I stood in front of the mirror, admiring myself in the bright light. I was still a couple pounds over my target weight, but thought I looked quite nice. I was sure Tyler would think so too. I took a couple deep breaths, asking myself if I was really going to do this, but by that point a really couldn't think of a good answer not to. With that, I turned the knob and headed out to see my son.

Tyler looked puzzled to see me standing before him in my racy workout attire. The way things were going minutes before, I'm sure he was expecting a nightie or something. With a ruffled brow, he asked, "Are you going down to the gym?"

I stood with my hands on my hips; one leg cocked a bit to the side, and simply answered, "Nope."

I could almost see his mind racing before he finally asked, "The pool then?"

I just shook my head from side to side, giving him the sexiest look I could muster. Tyler just stared back at me in wonder, before I said, "I thought we could work out here in the room." After a dramatic pause, I added, "Together."

Tyler rose from the bed, and stood just a few feet from me. He appeared highly uncertain of just what to do, so I slowly moved towards him and wrapped my arms around his back. I pressed my body against his, and whispered in his ear, "Can you think of an exercise that would make me all hot and sweaty?"

He clearly had to be taken off guard, but somehow managed to stammer back, "Umm, I think so."

I chuckled softly in his ear, and then purred, "You think so?" You need to do better than that." Tyler didn't say anything, so I moved my mouth to his ear and playfully nibbled in his lobe, before whispering, "I don't just mean a little sweaty, Baby. I mean really super sweaty...all over."

"Yes," Tyler hissed back at me, as I felt him pull me tightly against him.

There was no mistaking the fact that he was hard as I could feel his firm penis pressed against my tummy. I couldn't help myself, and slid my hand between us to grasp it. I gave it a hard squeeze, and sighed softly, "Would you fuck me, sweetie?"

"Oh god, yes," he gushed, as he reached into my hair to pull my head back. An instant later I was being kissed with more passion that I had been ever before in my life. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as we mashed our lips together, while I thrust my groin wildly against his thigh.

I shivered as I felt his hands run down my bare back, and then cut my ass cheeks. He lifted me off the ground like a feather, and sat me atop his hips. My legs wrapped around him tightly, as I welcomed the firmer contact between my overheated pussy and his hard body.

Tyler began to slowly rock my body up and down, rubbing our groins together. I felt like a little girl in his strong arms, and actually began whimpering into his mouth as we kissed. My husband, in all our years together, had never even once made me feel this way.

I was afraid Tyler might cum just from our rubbing, and wanted to make his first orgasm with me far more special. Reluctantly, I eased away from him, and dropped back to the floor. He gave me a concerned look, but I just smiled back. Gazing directly into his eyes, I slowly moved to my knees before him.

I'm sure Tyler must have known what was about to happen, and he too broke into a wide smile. He was wearing a pair of old sweat pants, which I grasped and pulled to the floor without fanfare. He was not wearing undershorts, so the hard cock I had grasped earlier was now standing up proudly right before my very eyes.

I don't know how big it was, but it was clearly larger than that of his father. If I had to guess, I'd say it was just over eight inches long, and a bit thicker than Don's too. I reached up and wrapped my hand around its base, and began to gently stroke his length. I leaned in close and kissed the tip a few times, then looked back up at him and said, "Mommy's gonna take good care of you, sweetie."

Tyler groaned loudly as I sank my mouth down as far as I could onto his solid shaft. Over the years I had grown weary of blowing my husband, but I simply loved sucking off my only son. His erection filled my mouth completely, and at times I had to fight my gag reflex to take him as deep as I could. Tyler's fingers tickled my scalp lightly as I went down on him with an enthusiasm I'd never known before.

Just minutes later, Tyler began rocking his hips slightly and I heard him begin making a grunting sound. I knew my baby was close, so I wrapped my lips around him even tighter and sucked hard on the bulbous head of his prick. Seconds later I felt my hair being pulled as his hands twisted into fists, just as he unleashed a torrent of cum into my eager mouth.

Tyler held my head for a while, while I nursed him down from his climax. Finally he looked down at me and said, "Oh god, I'm so sorry Mom.

I let his cock plop from my mouth, and responded, "Don't worry, Honey. I loved it." Clearly Tyler was seeing an entirely new side of me, one I hoped he really liked.