Mum & son get together - Sex Stories

Mum & son get together

Flirter was the local shopkeeper in the small village of Ruralton, and was known as being one of the nicest men in town. His wife Margeret, in her early fifties, but a few years younger than flirter, helped out in the shop from time to time, stocking shelves and going over the books, and today was such a day. The shop was very quiet though, and so the couple found themselves chatting. "I'm sorry about last night," said Flirter quietly, from where he was standing behind the till. Margaret was filling up the fridge with milk, and looked over at him with a puzzled expression. "Sorry about what?" Flirter looked around to make sure the shop was empty. "You know... That I couldn't get it up in bed for you?" He felt very embarrassed and could feel his face going red. Margaret smiled gently at him. She did love him so much. "It's okay,Flirter ," she comforted him, "It's your health, love, there's nothing we can do about it." Flirter sighed, "But I feel bad. You've always had a higher sex drive than me, and now I can't look after... your needs..." Margaret told him not to worry, even though it did concern her a little bit. She had always enjoyed having an active sex life, of course it had dropped away a little after they had their two c***dren, but after they grew up and moved out, Flirter and Margaret's sex life had reignited again. However, Flirter 's health was ailing and whether it was that, or the medication he was on, lately he had found that he could get an erection sometimes ...

... when in bed. Although she told her husband that it didn't matter, really Margaret was finding herself growing a little frustrated. But what could she do about it? She had only ever been with Flirter , and he with her; they had met at school and were what people called c***dhood sweethearts. She couldn't ever see herself with another man, no matter how desperate her needs became. "Maybe you should talk to the doctor about it?" Margaret suggested, but Flirter shook his head, going bright red in the face again. "No, I would be much too embarrassed," he admitted then relented, "We'll try again tonight and see if I can get hard for you. If I can't then maybe I will think about it." "Hi mum," said a voice from behind Margaret, making her jump. She turned around to see Luke, their eldest c***d, with a basket of shopping in his hand. Where had he popped up from? How long had he been here and how much had he heard? "Hello Luke," she said to him, "Doing some shopping?" "Yep, then I've got to get off to work," he said, passing the basket over to his father working at the till. Luke was in his late twenties now and a good-looking young man, popular with the girls of the village as far as they knew. He was the local school's P.E. teacher. Flirter finished putting Luke's groceries into a bag and then waved him goodbye. Margaret gave him a kiss on the cheek and when he left the shop, she looked at her husband. "That was close!" she whispered, "I hope he didn't hear anything." Flirter nodded. ...