A Love Like Ours Ch. 01

"Did...did you see me cum?" I asked, looking up at him, at his lips, wanting to kiss them. He nodded.

"I did, yes. You were thinking of me, weren't you?" He said simply. My eyes widened.

"How...How did you know?" I stammered. He just smiled.

"You wouldn't have asked me otherwise," he replied.

"Oh, yes, of course," I said, lowering my eyes in embarrassment.

"Tell me Mum, what is it for you? What made you think it was ok to fantasise about me?" He asked.

"I...I..." I stammered again but he put a finger to my lips.

"Shhsh," he said softly. "It's ok, it's too soon, I know. I shouldn't have asked yet. Forgive me Mum. I think we've said enough for tonight," he continued. "I've got some work to finish but I'll see you in the morning." He lifted me to my feet and his arms went round my waist and he pulled me into him in a long, drawn-out hug. A head shorter than him, I rested my face against his collarbone and I could feel his lips against the top of my head, kissing me softly once or twice there and I could feel him smelling my auburn hair in a way that David hadn't done for years. My heart was hammering against my chest, every sense was heightened as I felt his hands move. He rucked up my top just enough for his big palm to rest against the skin at the small of my back. Slowly his fingers moved and I could feel my breath catching in my throat, unsure whether I wanted him to stop or to carry on. "Thank you for a lovely day Mum," he said and released me, turning away and heading for the door.

"Tom, wait!" I said, not wanting him to go just yet. "Apart from not wanting to hurt your Dad, I couldn't think of a reason not to be in love with you," I blurted out. "That's how I justified it to myself." He turned back and smiled.

"That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me Mum and thank you for being honest with me. It will help I promise. Good night Mum." He said and with that he was gone leaving me yearning for him, amazed that he had breached my defences so very quickly and so very easily. But that's what happens, I reason, when you're in love isn't it? You can't help but be open and vulnerable. I was wide open now, God help me.

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I went to bed that night itching with desire, frustration and anticipation. I undressed, a thousand separate thoughts running through my head before sliding into bed, naked as usual, beside my husband. David was asleep, gently snoring as he does when he's very tired so there was no chance of waking him up and satiating my need that way. I lay beside him listening to his deep breathing and listening to my own ragged breath, imagining Tom awake down the corridor. Did he want me to go to him? That was what happened in many of the stories I'd read, after all. I'd go to him, kiss him, play with him, fuck him even. I wasn't ready yet. No, he was right again. It was too frightening to take that final step, all it might mean. No, not yet. I retreated instead to my inner sanctum, to the Tom of my fantasies. I smiled and my hand reached for my breasts, which swelled enticingly beneath the sheets. I could feel that nipple was hard and my breath escaped through my teeth as I touched it and began to tease it. Beneath my fingertips I could sense the rosy skin around my nipple start to tighten and pucker as I rolled the nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

I closed my eyes and imagined Tom there, at my breast, touching me, teasing me, sucking me and I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning. David was not a light sleeper, far from it, but I didn't want to risk waking him up and intruding on this most intimate of moments when I envisaged his son using his wife in any way he wished.

"Oh Tom," I mouthed silently but hearing the words in my head, their pleading inflection, as my other hand moved lower over my soft tummy and down to my bald pussy. It felt good there, as my fingers parted my lips, getting slick with my juices. A tiny cry emerged from between my other set of lips as I swirled a finger inside myself and pressed the heel of my hand to my clit. Like most women, I knew what worked for me and how to bring myself off with the minimum amount of effort. There are times for elaborate edging techniques and indulging oneself but lying next to your sleeping husband in a state of extreme frustration and desire for one's own son is not one of them. That doesn't mean it wasn't intense, it certainly was. When a second finger joined the first inside me, my mind and body both felt as if it were Tom who was entering me. The way I pressed down on my clit allowed me to imagine that his weight was bearing down on me, pressing me into the bed. I kept my eyes closed as my orgasm approached and, as it took me floating above the bed I looked down and seemed to see Tom there, between my parted thighs pouring himself into me.

Slowly my spirit reconnected with my body and I gave a relieved sigh, tension temporarily lessened. I turned over and went to sleep pressed up against the man I had once again betrayed in thought. My slumber didn't last long, however. Clearly I was even more agitated than I had realised. The clock-radio by David's side of the bed told me 00.35 as I read it over his shoulder. There was still a long time to go until morning and I was still horny. My own hands were obviously not going to be enough tonight. I reached and closed my fingers around David's cock. It was soft and vulnerable in my gentle grip. Funnily enough, I've always enjoyed it in this state, the calm before the storm as it were. I love feeling it grow in my hand, it makes me feel so sexy, knowing that I have this power over him, to make his body respond in the way that I want. As I've said, I'm generally submissive sexually but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the physical proof of my ability to arouse my man. Feeling David grow in my hand, I couldn't help but let my mind imagine myself doing the same to Tom and the thought of watching his cock stiffen to full size in my grasp was enough to send a shiver of excitement through me.

Slowly but surely David began to stir in his sleep as his cock expanded and my ministrations became gradually more urgent and insistent. Our room is reasonably light and I had adjusted to what dark there was so I saw when he opened his eyes and started to focus on me as I leant over him, raised on one elbow. "Lindy?" He asked. I smiled back.

"Who do you think silly?" I replied and then leant over and kissed him gently. "Shhh, I just need this ok?" I said and he nodded. I raised myself to my knees and then scooted down the bed slightly until I was level with his hips as he shifted onto his back from his side. I kissed his tummy and then closed my lips around the head of his cock, enjoying the slightly day-worn taste, my mouth closed tight around the head, my tongue investigating as David sighed, happy to take this unexpected pleasure. I gripped the base of his cock with one hand and the other disappeared between my legs to find my already engorged clit as I imagined doing this to Tom. I loved David so much but it was Tom who was in my head and whom I couldn't get out of it. I felt David's fingers running through my cropped hair, gently directing me where he wanted me to go and I pleased him even as I pleased myself with my fingers and my fantasies.

I knew, though, that fingers had not been and would not be enough. I needed my pussy to be filled, only then might I finally be satisfied even if David's cock was just an imitation of the one I really wanted. Once I had him as hard as I needed, I swung one leg over him and lifted myself up until my pussy lips were directly above him. I lowered myself onto him, my eyes closed, a slow moan escaping from my mouth like air being released from a balloon as I allowed him to enter me. I placed a hand on his chest and used it to lever myself up and down his shaft while my other hand steadied myself on the mattress. I smiled inwardly as I pictured myself doing this to Tom, waking him, giving him what I now knew we both wanted. I wondered how he'd react if I did. I knew how David would, was ready for him as his instincts took over and he turned from being passive recipient of my body to active participant, his hips rising and falling against the bed in time with me, starting to set the pace himself with his thrusts and to control my own movements with hand hands on my hips.

"Fuck you're wet Lindy," David croaked, his voice hoarse with sleep and lust. "What's got into you?" He asked.

"You," I lied as I rode him. "You darling. Just fuck me, I need it so badly, I'm a wreck tonight." I confessed. That at least was true even if I couldn't tell him the reasons. It was enough for him, wonderful man that he is, to know that I was in need. We rutted in the darkness -- quick, hard thrusts, grunting rather than groaning, the slap of flesh on flesh as he gave himself to me and I divided myself between him and our son, my body in this bed, my mind in one just a few feet away where Tom was sleeping. Was he though? Maybe he was listening. Careless of any propriety, I hoped he was. I hoped he could hear me fucking David and hoped that he, like I, was envisioning himself in David's place. It was this thought that tipped me into orgasm. "Oh fuck, yes, cumming David, please...please...cum now, in my cunt, I need it."

My dirty mouth, coupled with the squeeze my pussy muscles put on his cock at the moment of my orgasm seemed to be enough to bring him to climax. "Unnngh, Christ, Lindy, cumming," he hissed and I felt his cum splashing my insides. Now, at last, I'd be able to sleep the sleep of the satisfied.

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I expected Tom to continue where we left off the next day but he didn't. He was his usual self -- that is to say funny, considerate, assertive and intuitive but he said nothing about what had passed between us the day before. I was like a cat on hot bricks, expecting his touch at any moment, wanting him to tell me more about what he knew I wanted and to continue his seduction of me. Every time David touched me it felt like I was getting an electric shock but each time he did I was disappointed that it wasn't Tom's hands on me. The Sunday was spent together as a family but Tom kept his distance. I thought perhaps he was just being sensible, waiting for us to be alone, but that opportunity never came, despite a couple of opportunities. Even in the evening, he took himself off to his room at the same time as his father. Disappointed, I slunk off to bed with David. It was absurd to be disappointed that my son hadn't put the moves on me, I could barely understand what was happening to me.

David at least was the unwitting beneficiary of my frustration. We were always highly active sexually, even after 25 years, making love three or four times a week, but for that night and each of the next two I all but jumped David, so worked up was I. He was pleasantly surprised at my forwardness and duly responded with enthusiasm. Those nights were some of the best love-making of our marriage while all the while I dreamed of my boy. I should have felt guilty but I couldn't. After all, I reasoned as Tuesday turned into Wednesday and Tom had still not laid an inappropriate finger on me, I'd not *done* anything with him, the kiss aside and that wasn't even with tongues, just an overly affectionate mother son kiss. I knew inside that I was lying to myself but, I thought I was ok. A bit of April madness on my part with fortunately only the happy result of bringing David and I even closer.

My doubts returned, however, when David announced on returning from a job on Wednesday afternoon that, as the weather was still so good, he'd been invited by some mates to head to the beach for the first beach fishing trip of the year. "It's a bit short notice," I complained, my hands on my hips.

"I know darling," David replied a bit sheepishly. "I'm sorry but the boys only decided on it after lunch. It's such a beautiful evening, it's too big an opportunity to resist. Besides," he said, sidling up to me and putting his arms around my waist, drawing me against him. "I promise I'll look after you when I get back," he said with a grin, leaning down and kissing me. I couldn't resist and kissed him back, open mouthed, for a moment.

"Alright," I agreed. "Just make sure you aren't too pissed when you return. I need my man all fit and raring to go." He chuckled.

"I don't know what's got into you lately Lindy, baby," he said with a big smile. "But I love it." It's what hadn't got into me, I reflected, that was causing this increase in our sex life.

David left around 6, a little before Tom returned from work. I heard his little VW Polo in the drive and watched from the kitchen window as he got out. God he was handsome, I sighed to myself, seeing him remove his sunglasses as he spotted me and waved, his brown hair looking a shade lighter in the evening sun. He strolled into the house and put his keys down on the kitchen counter.

"Dad not home?" He asked. I half turned away from the sink to face him and was drawn into a hug. Suddenly I felt all flustered again even though it was a perfectly innocent embrace that any son might give his mother. Did it linger, though, just a second too long? And wasn't his hand just a little low on my back.

"He's beach fishing with his friends. He'll be gone for hours," I added unnecessarily. We both knew that, so why did I tell him like some desperate housewife in a low budget porn film?

He smiled and leaned in. I was sure that now he was going to make his move. I was unsure how I'd react but I wanted to find out.

"What's for dinner Mum?" He asked softly, his lips close to my ear. I could have screamed with frustration. Instead, I just swatted him playfully.

"Dinner indeed! What did your last slave die of?" I asked in jest. He grinned back.

"Why? Are you thinking of applying for the vacancy?" He asked. I leant back against the counter and looked him up and down, not in an innocent way. I wanted him so much and his jokey offer seemed awfully appealing at that moment. I just stopped myself from continuing flirting with him.

"Just some stuffed pasta and sauce," I said. "I was going to do something more elaborate but then your father blew us off so I thought we'd keep it simple."

It didn't take long for me to prepare dinner. Tom went to freshen up and drop his laptop in his room and then returned. I felt his eyes on me all the time as we chatted about his day and mine. My back was to him as I stirred the sauce into the pasta shells but I could sense his gaze on my ass and I felt very warm indeed. Consciously or not I couldn't help but adjust my stance to push my bottom out just a touch to show it off to best effect. With the food nearly ready, I heard Tom's footsteps behind me then I felt his hand resting on the small of my back, just where the curve of my ass began. He leaned over and with his other hand placed it over mine which was holding the wooden stirring spoon. With ease, he raised my hand towards his mouth and tasted the dark pasta sauce that I had made.

"Mmm, delicious," he said and for a moment his hand brushed lower, following the contours of my bottom. "I can't wait to taste it," he added and I all but trembled in response. I looked up into his hazel eyes, just inches from my own.

"Just a little longer," I said in a low tone, half a statement and half a question. He just smiled and nodded.

We ate dinner at the kitchen table, sharing a bottle of red wine, and Tom asked me whether David and I were planning on going to the May Barn Dance on Saturday to celebrate May Day. I said that we were and he asked me if there were still tickets.

"I think so, yes. It's not like they ever turn anyone away. I'll get you one if you like, but you really want to come?"

"Sure, it's a big event. I had my first kiss there you know. I've not been able to go since I went to Uni as it always clashed with term time. It'll be fun." It would be. They called it a barn dance but it was really more of a disco, with a DJ, held on a local farm on the edge of the village and was one of the major events of the village year which brought together people of all ages. We'd always gone as a family before Tom had gone to Bristol but I had assumed that he didn't want to go as he hadn't mentioned it.

At the end of the meal, Tom topped up our glasses of wine and took a sip of his. "Thank you Mum, that was really tasty, as always. I'm going to go to the living room, will you come and join me when you've filled the dishwasher? I've something I want to show you." With that he got up from the table, came over to my side and leant over to kiss my cheek. "See you in a minute," he said and then left. There wasn't much to load the dishwasher with, just the plates and cutlery, while I put the saucepan in the sink to soak. My skin was tingling, however, in anticipation while I worked. This was it, I thought. Tom had obviously waited until we were properly alone before he made his next move. I was so confused as to what I actually wanted to happen when I went into the living room and what I what do or say if anything did happen. My mind was a whirr and I downed the entire glass of wine that Tom had poured moments before in order to give myself some Dutch courage. I could feel it take effect almost immediately, taking the edge off my nerves and I smoothed down my black skirt and adjusted my breasts before taking one last look at myself in the dark glass of the top oven. I smiled at my reflection -- I did look good and it made me feel warm inside, knowing I was primping myself for my son who was waiting for me in the next room.

I walked down the corridor to the living room and heard the sound of a piano striking up. The lights were dimmed and, through the doorway, I could see a few candles flickering. After just a few seconds of introductory noodling, a slightly breathless female voice began to sing -- "I look at you and there is it, The ultimate in where it is, And I realize how rare it is, This finding your love." Tom was standing in the centre of the room, looking incredibly handsome in the new shirt we'd bought that the weekend and his chinos. His hand was outstretched, palm upturned, waiting for me to place mine in his.

"I thought we could do with some practice before the Barn Dance. I doubt I'll get the chance to dance with you the way I'd like or it'd be the talk of the village for years to come. I know you love Streisand, so just here, just now, will you dance with me Mum?"

I was overwhelmed with emotion and could feel the tears pricking at my eyes. I swallowed them down and put my hand across my chest, biting my lip. "Oh Tom," was all I managed to say before reaching out to him, a gesture of love, of acceptance. How could any mother have refused such a romantic request for her darling boy? If you chose to judge me for my decision, all I can say is that you weren't there, with that music, that light and that you didn't see the way he was looking at me.

Slowly, we began to dance the slow dance of lovers, my head resting on his shoulder, swaying gently to the music, listening to the lyrics. "You try so many arms when you are lonely, To find the one and only. One day you turn and he's there." Barbara lingered on that last word and I looked up at Tom. There he was indeed. I never meant for this to happen but I had found him -- I had turned and there he was. One hand held my hip firmly, his fingers splayed along the side of my bottom, the other planted in the middle of my back, holding me in position, close to him, my beasts pressed against his chest. I was also increasingly aware of his cock, which seemed to be growing with each word that came out of Barbara Streisand's mouth, and I closed my eyes and allowed myself just to focus on that region to the exclusion of all else save the wonderful music coming from the ancient CD player I the corner of the room.