A New Life - Sex Stories

A New Life

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Where we were seated, I had a partial view of that bastard. I tried not to look at him, it seemed every time I did, he was staring at me. I hoped he liked what he saw and regretted not being able to have any of it again. As I looked around the restaurant, I realized he wasn't the only person staring at me. There were several people glancing our way with dirty looks and obvious judgement. Julios was known for romantic dinners and not somewhere a mother would accompany her own son.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I asked, as I leaned toward my son. My son raised his eyebrows indicating he was confused. "People are staring at us."

"Are you kidding me?" my son asked, grinning. "I am with a cougar." He added, as he closed the menu. "I am with the hottest woman in here. Let them stare."

A cougar? My son really thought of his own mother as a cougar. "Fine," I replied.

Dinner was delicious. I was finishing my third glass of wine when my son motioned for the server. Braxton handed the server the black book with the payment for dinner. I offered to pay, but Braxton insisted it was his treat since he invited me.

Maybe he was a gentleman. As I watched him interact with the waiter and maybe it was the wine or maybe just the atmosphere, I couldn't help but think about the other morning. The way my son's soft hands cupped my breast and his hot breath laid upon my nipple like a dense morning fog. I secretly hoped we would continue when we arrived home. I wanted to ...

... properly thank my son for a wonderful evening.

As we stood to leave, there was a crowd at the front door, so Braxton motioned toward the back, suggesting we avoid the large crowd. That was fine with me, because then I wouldn't have to walk past my ex and avoid him possibly wanting to talk to our son.

As my son opened the car door for me, I stopped and then cupped his face into my hands. "Thank you for a wonderful dinner," I said. I gently pulled him down to me and kissed him on the lips, once again thanking him for the evening.

My son wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tightly against himself. My balance shifted, forcing me to fall back against the car. I wasn't sure if it was my son, loneliness, or the wine, but I accepted my son's tongue in my mouth once again. I slowly eased my hand down his chest, and then stomach, and then just below his belt. I felt a bulge forming in his slacks as I grabbed him. He grew hard as he thumped in my hand.

Earlier that day, I made up my mind that if Braxton pursued me, I was going to go all the way with him. I didn't know if he needed it or not, but I did. I would worry about the consequences later.

My son followed me around the front of the car, where I tried sitting on the hood. I was struggling to get up there, so my son grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me on the hood. He was definitely going to get lucky that night. As a matter of fact, he was going to get lucky right then and there.

I lived a pretty vanilla ...