Linda's discovery PART2 - Sex Stories

Linda's discovery PART2

... casually as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Um, oh nothing. I was just thinking about Mark. I spoke with him last night," I offered, hoping she didn't notice me blushing. I was trying to sound laid-back as if it was just a normal mother-son chat. "Hey, speaking of Mark," she said, now with a little more animation in her voice, "you never told me... how did the 'accidental surprise' work out? Did he ever say anything?" Anne was smiling as she said this, the kind of smile one has when they are in on a secret and want to hear all of the gossip. I, on the other hand, began to slightly panic. I had never lied to my best friend but was afraid if I answered truthfully she would want to hear more... something I wasn't sure she wanted to hear. I decided on the spur of the moment to try and answer quickly and move on. "Yes, he found them," I said light-heartedly. "I'm sure he is getting good use out of them. What do you have going on today?" She laughed. "You're not getting off that easily, Linda. I think I've earned the right to some details. After all, it was my idea if you remember." I gulped down a large sip of coffee while I tried to formulate my answer. "Okay... sure..." I said slowly, trying to buy time. "Well, he called a couple of days later and said that he found them and I acted all embarrassed and told him that I was sorry, it must have been an accident. I think he bought it." I hoped we could shift the conversation. The memory of that initial conversation was enough ...

... to stoke my libido and I didn't want Anne to give her any more hints that he had confessed to jerking off with them while he and I were talking on the phone. Anne's smile turned into a more piercing kind of Cheshire grin and she looked me right in the eyes. "Hey, it's me you are talking to, remember? The one that you can tell anything to, and vice versa. I know you well enough to be able to see that there is more to this story. Come on, spill." I sighed. "Well, yes... I guess there is a little more," I said staring down at the floor. "But if I tell you, you have to promise that you won't think I am a terrible mother." For the next 15 minutes I recounted to my best friend the initial and subsequent conversations that my son and I had. I wasn't graphic, but was clear that he and I had heard each other masturbate over the phone and that I had let him listen to me cum. When I finished both she and I were flushed. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, it must have been apparent to her that my nipples were hard and that telling the story had both excited and embarrassed me. For what seemed like an eternity neither of us spoke. Finally I looked up and saw that Anne had a kind of glazed over look on her face. "Oh my god," she finally whispered. "I can't believe how envious I am of you right now." I stared at her in disbelief, to make sure her expression matched her words. "Really?" I said. "God, I was so afraid that you would think I was some kind of slut or something." "Honey, you are living ...