Best Intentions Ch. 02

The entire table turned to look that way, and Deb took the moment to her advantage. Sensing how excited I must have been, she leaned closer to me and said, "Hike up your skirt."

I know I could have ignored her, or even chosen that moment to say goodnight, but I did not. While everyone was distracted, I quickly rose off from the bench a few inches, and pulled my skirt up and under my bottom. When I sat back down, I could feel the cool vinyl seat against my bare thighs, which made me feel very exposed and so much naughtier.

I had expected Deb to go right for my crotch, but as an experienced seductress, she took her sweet time. She kept slowly teasing me, sometimes lightly caressing my thigh under her palm, and at other times tickling me with her nails. After what seemed like hours, she finally ran her fingers under my left knee and lifted it up over her right thigh. Thankfully we were in a dark corner of the crowded bar, so nobody could see my lewd display. Still, I leaned my abdomen into the table to hide what was going on below.

Deb then slowly traced a single finger down my thigh in a direct line until she made contact with my wet panties. She ran that one digit softly up and down my slit, driving me wild with her feathery touch. I looked around the table once more, but no face seemed to notice my agitated state as they were thankfully engrossed in conversation.

I was so turned on, yet nervous. I gulped down my drink as Deb worked me like a seasoned pro. Before long, she eased my sopped panties aside and ran her finger over my bare sex for the first time. Only moments later, she plunged a couple fingers inside of me and very slowly began a gentle fucking motion. Every now and then she would back them out to tease my clit, then run them back deep inside of me. Clearly, the woman I was seated next to was no novice and I was ready to explode at any moment.

Deb must have added another finger or two as I suddenly felt wonderfully stretched inside. She kept methodically running them in and out of me, until I knew I was a goner. I tried my best to remain calm and quiet as I came with a rush at another woman's hands for the first time in my life. Deb's fingers toyed with me through my entire orgasm, which drove me insane.

When my head cleared a bit, I suddenly felt really vulnerable. There I was, in a crowded bar, with another woman's hands dancing over my exposed crotch. I was embarrassed, but became even more so when my friend Patty, who was seated directly across from me, asked, "Jan, are you feeling okay? Your face is really red."

Somehow I muttered, "I, umm, I think I've had too much to drink."Self consciously, I drove my hands under the table and grasped my skirt. I slowly rocked my butt back and forth a bit as I forcefully jerked it back down into place, trying my best not to let my actions show.

I was not surprised when Deb announced to the table, "She probably shouldn't drive. I'll take her home."

Patty responded, "That's a good idea, make sure she gets home safe."

When I looked over at Deb, I could almost see the hunger in her eyes. I was sure getting me home safely was the last thing on her mind. As much as I loved what she had done to me, I was afraid to be all alone with her. I just wasn't sure I was ready to go much further with a woman yet.

"No, I'll be fine," I mumbled, as I fought to regain my focus.

"Nonsense, I'll take you home," Debby stated firmly, and gave my knee a firm squeeze.

My mind and my mouth seemed to be at odds, so I couldn't find the words to decline her offer in front of everyone. Before I even knew what was happening, we had said our goodbyes and Deb was leading me by the hand towards the door.

When we arrived at her SUV, Deb eased me against the car and opened the door. Before I could get in, she pressed herself into me and smothered me with a kiss. We made out for a moment right there in the parking lot, until I forced her away, pleading, "Please, I need to go."

"You're coming home with me," Deb hissed in my ear before she leaned in and kissed me once more. I felt her hand run up under my skirt until she pressed it firmly over my sex. I found myself whimpering into Deb's mouth as her tongue caressed my own and her fingers toyed with my pussy. She broke our kiss for a moment and whispered, "Don't tease me, you know you need this."

Deep down I wanted to give in and let her do whatever she wanted with me, but for some reason I just couldn't. At that moment I thought of Darren at the house alone, and felt supremely guilty. For some odd reason I almost felt as though I was cheating on him, which struck me to the core. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I pushed her away once more and ran towards my car without another word.

As I drove home, my cell phone rang a few times, I'm sure from Deb, but I didn't pick up. Even though I didn't feel drunk, I probably shouldn't have been driving as my head was absolutely swimming with emotions. Fortunately I had driven the route thousands of times and thankfully my car seemed to be on rails as I made it home without incident.

When I walked into the house, I was not surprised to find Darren sitting alone in the living room. Almost as if he could sense something was wrong, he came to me directly and hugged me tightly, then asked me about my day. I found it hard to think straight, but basically told him my evening was fine as I didn't want him to worry about me.

Darren stepped back and stared directly into my eyes. "Are you okay Mom, your eyes look really glassy."

"Yes, umm, I'm fine. Just tired I guess," I mumbled guiltily. It wasn't even nine o'clock, but after the days events I was ready to crawl into bed. I said, "Think I'll call it a night, sweetie."

"Oh, come on Mom, its Friday. Stay up and watch a movie with me," he begged, knowing we both had the weekend off. He worked on me for a while, until I finally gave in. I felt a bit dirty after drinking in the bar, and told him I wanted to take a bath first. I was pleasantly surprised when Darren said, "Go rest on the couch and I'll run it for you."

As I sat quietly on the sofa as my mind replayed what had happened at Sully's. I could almost feel the way Deb played with me, right under the noses of our other friends. My pussy throbbed when I thought of how naughty I'd been.

Darren came back into the room a few minutes later and broke me out of my reverie. He held out his hand and helped me from the couch, then led me to the bathroom. The tub was full of bubbles, and the entire room smelled strongly of vanilla. I expected him to leave, but a shiver ran down my spine when Darren said, "Let's get you out of these clothes."

I was dumbstruck when Darren grabbed my shirt and pulled it upwards, and I could only raise my arms to help him as if I was in a trance. Next, he reached around me and unsnapped my bra, and lowered it down my arms to expose my breasts. Just a few weeks ago I would have been horrified at the thought of my son seeing me that way, but after what we had been through, it almost seemed natural.

Darren unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt, then dropped to his knees in front of me. He firmly tugged on the fabric, and slowly forced it over my hips and downward. I set my hands upon his shoulders for balance as he extricated the skirt from around my feet, then he tossed it onto the counter on top of my blouse and bra.

From where he knelt, I realized Darren's face was just inches from my crotch. I was sure my panties still had to be damp from the working over Deb had given me earlier, and wondered if he could smell my arousal. I know it probably sounds sick, but I hoped he could get a whiff of my feminine scent. I had been so excited around him of late; I wanted him to know the effect he had on me.

Like he had done with my skirt, Darren lowered my undies until I was stark naked before him. I almost wanted to grab his face and shove it into my crotch, but before I could he stood and placed my panties on the counter aside my other discarded clothes. Darren then assisted me into the tub, then leaned over and softly kissed my lips. With a wink, he said, "Enjoy your bath." With that, he grabbed my dirty clothes and left me all alone.

As I soaked in the tub, I realized that I was probably more drunk than I thought when I left the bar. My head swam as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensual surroundings. I have no idea if it was because of the alcohol or not, but I was still really horny. The warm water only made things worse as I just couldn't help stroke my sensitive skin all over.

Darren had left the door open when he exited the bathroom, and I felt really naughty as I manipulated my nipples under the suds, knowing he could come back at any moment. My thighs went wide as I began stroking my sex, deeply impressed at how he had been so bold to undress me. In such a short time he had come so far, and I wondered what surprises lay ahead for us.

While I toyed with myself, I also couldn't help but ponder just what Deb would have done to me if I had gone home with her. There was no doubt in my mind that she would have gone down on me, which I love, but would she have expected me to follow suit? I tried to imagine what it would be like to touch her all over, and it really turned me on. I came hard for the second time that night, my whimpers echoing off the tiles in the small bathroom.

Darren came back into the room a few minutes later carrying a large bath sheet over his shoulder. He leaned over and helped me to my feet as I stepped from the tub. After wrapping it around me, Darren began to rub the towel into my skin all over to dry me off. I'm not sure I had ever before been pampered that way and I loved every second of it. My son really was going to make some woman really happy one day.

After he had dried me off, Darren led me by hand to my bedroom. Not a word was spoken as he went to my dresser and pulled out the familiar lavender nightgown. He came back to me and gently lowered it over my head, and dressed me as if I were a little girl. I stood in front of him meekly, but he gave me an encouraging smile as his lips pressed lightly to my own in a soft kiss.

Before I knew what happened, we were seated beside one another on the couch as Darren turned down the lights and started a movie. Unlike the previous evening, he was pressed up against my left side, just as Debby had done only an hour or so before. I wondered if he had any idea what he was doing to me, but felt certain he at least had a little indication.

My mind was still swimming and I rested my head upon his shoulder as we watched the film side by side. I could barely follow the plot of the movie, but it was clearly sexual in nature. It wasn't pornographic mind you, but it certainly wasn't the latest from Disney either.

Pressed so tightly together as we were, I couldn't help but feel the heat between us, and I fought to stay still. My body was simply on fire and I tried to remain calm, but couldn't stop my thighs from slowly rubbing together in excitement. I'm not sure if Darren could see or feel what I was doing, but shortly thereafter I felt his hand come to rest on my knee.

Instantly I had a flashback to what Deb had done to me and wondered if Darren could ever be so bold. On the TV a macho male detective was making out with a sexy suspect in an interrogation room, and I found myself groaning out loud as Darren began to tickle my thigh with his fingertips, much like Debby had done. My eyes left the screen and I looked down to see his hand on my leg, and noticed my nightie left a good deal of skin exposed. I then looked a bit to the left, and was not surprised to see Darren's favorite Simpsons pajamas bulging up from his groin from an obvious erection.

Darren continued to stroke my thigh, running his hand higher and higher up my leg as if testing my resolve. I know I should have stopped him, but like with Deb earlier I just could not. His fingers ventured under my nightgown, only inches from my steaming sex. Rather than discourage his boldness, I actually lifted my left knee over his lap, just as Deb had done to me under the barroom table. My son may have been an inexperienced eighteen year old, but I'm sure my actions rang out loud and clear in his head - Mommy wants to be touched!

I was certain Darren was going to go right for my groin, yet he did not. He kept toying with the skin only a tantalizing inch or so from my moist mound. My inner voice was screaming, "Go for it!" but as his mom how could I say something like that?

As he continued to lightly tease my thigh, I couldn't help but do the same to him. I placed my palm upon his right leg, and ran it back and forth across his soft PJ's. I just couldn't take it anymore, and finally grasped his rock hard cock in my hand and gave it a squeeze. I felt his body tighten against me for a moment, but he quickly relaxed and opened his legs wider to give me better access.

Only a moment later, Darren's fingers found my naked sex for the first time. "Yes!" screamed in my head, but only a soft whimper escaped my mouth. I rotated my torso towards Darren to give him better access to my womanhood. In so doing, I couldn't effectively stroke his cock any longer, but I still held it in my hand and milked it with soft squeezes.

Darren's fingers ran all over my pussy, as if trying to memorize every bit of my anatomy with his searching hands. I must admit he was in no way as deft with his touch as Deb had been, but knowing it was my own flesh and blood that was touching me somehow made it even more erotic. I felt his finger slowly move inside of me, and I shivered knowing I was the first woman he had ever touched in such an intimate way. My baby was fingering his first pussy, and it was amazingly intoxicating to me that I could share in the moment.

I removed my hand from his groin, and grabbed his wrist in both my hands. I slowly guided his fingers higher until they made contact with my super sensitive clit. My hand wrapped around his as I moaned into his ear, "Right there, baby." Darren didn't have to be told twice as he gently began stroking my clit.

I was in sensory overload and simply needed to get off as quickly as possible. I firmly forced his hand into my crotch as I began thrusting myself against his palm. Loud groans escaped my lips as I rode Darren's hand to an earth shattering orgasm.

The climax I had experienced with Deb earlier in the evening was truly wonderful on so many levels, but nowhere near as powerful as the one my son brought me to. I would have thought my first orgasm with another woman, in public no less, would have been a watershed moment for me, but suddenly not so much. I fought to catch my breath as Darren's fingers continued to softly caress my overheated pussy.

My body felt as weak as a rag doll as I rested against Darren's shoulder. I was surprised when he eased me back into the arm of the sofa, and then broke away. Only a moment later, I found him on his knees directly before me. I still wasn't sure what he was up to, until he fished his hands under my knees and firmly pulled me forward.

I was left resting with my bottom on the edge of the sofa, my legs splayed open widely around Darren's torso. My nightgown had been trapped on the fabric of the couch under me, so when I was forced forward, my crotch became completely exposed to Darren's eyes. I had no idea what he was up to, until he lowered his lips to my left thigh and began to softly kiss and lick it as his hands stroked my knee. Oh lord, he wanted to go down on me!

Darren began to caress my inner thighs higher and higher as he moved up my thigh. When his face went between my legs, I found it impossible not to place my hands on his head and run my fingers through his thick dark hair. I could actually feel his warm breath against my pussy an instant before his tongue made contact with my pussy for the first time.

It had been ages since anyone had gone down on me, and I missed it so much. Darren's tongue seemed to be everywhere as he lapped at me with abandon, but I loved every second of it. He must have learned a lesson from before, because he somehow found my clit and began suckling it gently. I remember telling him that if he licked a woman in that spot she'd go off like a rocket, and I certainly was ready to at that moment.

In all my life, I had never been so insanely turned on. I felt guilty as I grasped his head and firmly pulled it into my crotch. His tongue continued to dance across my clit, and then I felt a finger enter deeply into my pussy. Such loud moans escaped my mouth I was afraid I'd wake the entire neighborhood. My hips began rocking uncontrollably as I rode Darren's fingers and face to the most powerful orgasm of my life.

My eyes were closed tightly for over a minute as I fought to regain my breath. When I finally opened them, I found Darren still between my outspread legs with a big smile on his face. Clearly he knew what happened and he was proud of what he had done. My son just gave a woman, his mother, an orgasm.

As I fought to regain my senses, I looked down and saw my nightgown was almost transparently pressed against me, soaked in my sweat as it was. My nipples were poking up lewdly through the damp fabric around my chest, which heaved as I tried to regain my breath.

Very slowly, Darren rose between my legs. As he stood, it was obvious his cock was still hard as his pajamas tented out before him obscenely. I was almost completely satiated, and felt a part of the couch, but seeing Darren's arousal made me shiver.

Darren stood stiffly before me in silence, and I felt dumbstruck by the moment as well. His body language clearly intimated he wanted more, but for whatever reason he just couldn't ask. After another minute or so staring back and forth upon one another, I watched his hands move to his hips. Without a word, he slowly pushed his pajamas down until they pooled atop his feet. My son was nearly naked, his rigid cock standing up proudly before me.

It was clear what he wanted, and after what he had done for me I felt obliged to return the favor. I rocked my back forward off the sofa until my face stopped almost level with his belly button. It was impossible to ignore the erect cock only inches from my chin, and I lowered my lips to its large head. My trembling hands went to his naked thighs as I gently kissed the velvety tip.

Lost in a haze of momentary insanity, I had once briefly taken Darren's cock in my mouth, yet this was different. Deep down, I wanted to give him more pleasure than he had ever experienced in his entire life. I knew none of his previous girlfriends had taken him in their mouths, so I wanted to bring him to a place he had never been before. Come hell or high water, I was going to rock his world.

My fingers ran up his legs until they came in contact with his warm groin. I palmed his meaty balls in my right hand when my left wrapped around the base of his impressive shaft. I could hear soft whimpering sounds from above, and hoped I was driving him as insane as he had made me.

I opened my mouth wide and eased my head forward as my lips encircled his shaft. I hate to admit it, but I had dreamed about swallowing Darren whole for weeks, and I was determined to do so. Taking a deep breath and relaxing my throat, I forced my face onward until my lips made contact with my hand holding the base of his shaft. I had taken nearly every inch of his long dick.

The tip of Darren's cock tickled my throat, so I eased off him for a moment before I gagged. I began greedily sucking his dick while my hands wandered all over his delicate places. He seemed to like when I toyed with his balls, so I continued to do that as I nibbled on the head of his cock and stroked its base.

"Oh Mom," He groaned aloud and thrust himself forward, burying his penis deeper into my mouth. Darren grabbed my head and held me firmly as I lavished attention on his prick, then began driving his hips back and forth. I nearly passed out as he fucked my face with abandon, but fortunately only an instant later I felt the first blast of cum wash over my tonsils as he came with a sound so primal I didn't think it could actually be human.