A New Life - Sex Stories

A New Life

... And, I am sorry that I stopped."

"It's probably for the better," I said, trying to reassure him that stopping was the right thing to do.

"Anyway," he said, as he leaned in close to me, causing me to back against the wall. "Since I already have reservations for tonight, do you want to go with me instead?"

My son had his lips so close to mine that I could taste his breath. The hint of mint filled my throat as I asked, "Like a date?" A date. Really? Who in the fuck goes on a date with their own son?

Braxton pressed his lips to mine, sending a bolt of electricity tingling through my chest and straight to my clit. He gently parted my lips with his tongue as he eased into my mouth. Those few seconds were the most passionate few seconds I have ever had in my entire life.

He pulled away and said, "Yes." He caressed my chin with his thumb and continued. "Yes, a date." As he walked away, he glanced back and smiled. "It's going to be a night we're never going to forget."

As the front door closed, I was still trying to remember why I went into the kitchen. My son had my thoughts scrambled. The words, we're never going to forget, replayed in my head. What did he mean? Did he plan to continue what we were doing the other morning? Was I even ready for that? I wasn't sure, but as I headed upstairs, I thought that I may get ready.

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Later that evening, my son stood outside my bedroom door waiting for me. "We have to get going soon," he said, through ...

... door.

I didn't get any work done because I couldn't concentrate. I spent all day waxing, applying lotion, and trying to find the perfect thing to wear for my first date in many years. I settled on a black dress with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. The bottom fell halfway down my silky-smooth thighs. I spent the previous two hours trying different hairstyles that would accentuate my neck and cleavage. When I couldn't decide, I just let my hair fall naturally. I slipped silver dangling earrings in as I took one last look in the mirror and thought, was I really trying to look appealing or even sexy for my own son? I thought I should have changed into something much more conservative. "Please," Braxton pleaded. "We are going to be late."

I opened the bedroom door to greet my son. "Fuck," he gasped. I took that as a compliment. The way he ogled me, I thought that must have been the best compliment I had ever received. My ex-husband had never looked at me like that. I knew it was mostly lust in the son's eyes, but I was okay with that for that night.

When we arrived at the restaurant, my son rushed around and opened my door for me. Then he proceeded to open the restaurant door for me too. He was trying his best to be a complete gentleman. While my son was speaking with the host about our table, I saw the one man I had wished to never see again. Across the crowded room was my ex-husband having a meal. I had secretly hoped he choked and there wasn't a doctor in the ...