The Reunion - Sex Stories

The Reunion

... the cheek, "Good night, love." "Goodnight..." Kristen muttered, her eyes gazing into the darkness long after Doug's faint snores permeated the room. Her fingers began rubbing her clit as she closed her tear-filled eyes, trying to imagine anything but the object of her desire. She was unsuccessful. The next morning, her tired eyes stared into the sizzling pan of sausage and eggs, distracted by the bubbling oil. The familiar sight, smell, and sound lulled her into a state of dreamlike memory. Suddenly, she felt her son's powerful arms encircle her. His warm lips lay gentle caresses of love on the nape of her neck. His fingers stroked the slight rounding of her stomach and the swell of her breasts. His egregious morning-wood stabbed her between her abundant buttocks with lubricious intent. "Mmm... good morning, mom." Although her womb burned thirstily and her labia were sodden with need, she played the part of the reluctant lover. "Babyyy... your father's gonna be down here soon." His fingers dipped between her legs, effecting a gasp of shocked pleasure from her lips. "We'll hear him. We have lots of practice." "Garrettttt... ohhhh..." "And then, after he's gone, I'm gonna make you ride me while I eat breakfast." "But you'll miss the busss," she whined. "Aw, mom. You can't give me a ride to school? I promise it'll be an entertaining driiive," he pouted teasingly as he lightly squeezed on the lips around her clit. "Yesssssssssss," she hissed, familiar with all the wonderful ...

... possibilities of a drive with her son. "Kristen?" Her son never called her by name. Her trance was broken - and she returned to the cold kitchen. She turned around to find her husband in his work clothes. "I think it's past well-done," he joked, gesturing to the pan. "Shit! Sorry..." she murmured, sliding the slightly burnt contents of the pan onto the plate. "It's ok, honey. Thank you for breakfast," he smiled before sitting down for breakfast. His wife still seemed lost. "Everything ok?" "Huh? Oh yeah... I'm good. Where's Garrett?" "I think he's waiting for the bus with Kyle again." Doug was moved to pity by the disappointment on his wife's face. He knew she adored the boy, and the usually inseparable duo was locked into a tiff he didn't understand. The fight had clearly dispirited Kristen, and he tried unsuccessfully to mend his son's behavior. His failure was not a surprise, however; whatever present ire he held for his mother still paled in comparison to the animus he bore for his father. Doug didn't blame him; in his zeal to provide, he had failed as a paternal influence in his boy's life. Still, if the "Reunion" with his wife had worked, perhaps there was hope for reconciliation with his son too. Kristen kissed her husband goodbye, closing the door behind him. She turned around to a house that felt emptier and more vacant than it had in the years. At least it was Friday, she thought as her spin class came to an end; every week, she'd meet Carol, one of the neighborhood moms ...