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Author's note: this is the first story in which I use last names for some of the characters. The story line requires it. Just to be clear to the readers, all names are randomly selected and this is a total work of fiction. Don't make more of it than that!
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Karen and Keith spent the rest of the weekend fucking like newlyweds. They didn't bother getting dressed. They rarely got out of bed except to eat a little now and then. But they also talked. They talked about the past, the uniquely honest relationship the two of them had as Keith grew up and the special events that had happened along the way. More importantly, they talked about the new dimension now introduced into their relationship with one another. They discussed the need for secrecy since it was as far from a socially acceptable norm as two people could get. Karen mused about how they had gone from mother-son to lovers, from breast feeding to breast play, from the pain of Keith coming out of her womb at c***d birth to the pleasure given back to her by his re-entry even if was only a part of him that went back in. And, finally, she assured him that when the time came for him to move on and meet the woman that would provide him a family, she would step out of the way and let him carry on in that normal, more acceptable lifestyle.
But mostly, they had sex. They gave each other oral pleasures and fucked. She helped him with technique that allowed him to last longer when she needed him to and how to mix up the motions and the techniques to bring her the most pleasure. They tried a variety of positions and locations. Karen laughed that almost every room in the house had now lost its virginity to them and their passions. They had fucked in the bedroom, of course, and the living room the first night. They also fucked in the kitchen - once with her leaning over the counter and once with her lying on the the dining room table. They fucked in the shower and she sucked him off in the garage when she followed him there as he took out the trash. She pushed him onto the trunk of the car without warning and took his currently flaccid cock in her mouth and sucked him to full erection and ejaculation down her throat. He repaid her by rolling her over onto the trunk and licking her to orgasm before they went back into the house.
But as it happens every week, Monday showed up and it was back to school for Keith and back to the office for his mother. For two days, Keith and the other guys had to listen to the girls constantly bitching at them for fucking up their dance plans by taking the mothers as dates instead. Some of the guys found their lockers trashed or they had nasty notes taped to the inside of the doors. The animosity did not begin to die down until rumors began to circulate that several of the boys had gotten "lucky" at or after the dance and that some of the slutty mothers actually fucked their dates. There were no names attached to any of the rumors, but the girls switched from outright and obvious petulance toward the boys to quietly calling them "mother-fuckers" quietly as they passed the boys in the halls.
Keith was getting uncomfortable with everything going on around him at school. Was he not the only one to get laid that night? Did someone see him and Amanda? Or did some ultra bitchy girl start it all to make everyone nervous and afraid to ever try something like the dance again? Keith thought trough all of the mothers he had seen that night and could not think of one that looked like the type who would try to fuck and 18 year old that may have been their son's or daughter's friend. At least Amanda knew that Keith was only aware of her son and didn't know him. And she was one of only five or six women at the dance that wasn't married. So Keith was pretty sure that the estimate of five or six guys had gotten laid by an older woman. Still, he was one who actually did and they did it the first time in the bathroom at the dance.
By Wednesday night, Keith was a nervous wreck. He picked at his food over dinner and didn't really seem like himself and showed little interest at the sexual gestures his mother made to him.
"Keith, what's wrong? It is as clear as day that something is really bothering you. I think it is time you unloaded. Everything will look better once you get it out on the table and discuss it with me." His mother was afraid that their new relationship was suddenly causing him some concern and that he may not want to continue. She braced herself for the worst and in her mind, that would be the worst.
"Mom," Keith started, with some hesitation. "There are rumors going around that as many as five or six guys at the dance the other night had sex with their dates."
Karen lost all color in her face as Keith talked. She thought back to her careless quickies with Jim in the parking lot of the convention center and wondered if they had been seen or if Jim had opened his mouth. "Probably just rumors started by a bunch of pissed off teenage girls," she said, trying to regain her composure.
"Maybe, mostly anyway. I don't know. But I need to tell you something. You mean too much to me and our relationship means too much to me to keep it a secret."
Karen only heard him talk about how much their relationship - all of it - meant to him and she was flooded with relief. Everything else would be manageable.
Keith continued, "On Friday, when when we started having sex, you asked me where my underwear was at. You said you remembered me wearing some when I got dressed for the dance. I left it at Amanda's house. I had sex with her there. Mom, I am so sorry. I wasn't going to say anything. But now there are rumors that the principal, Ms. Davis, is going to investigate and thought you should know the truth in case someone starts putting names to the rumors. And at Amanda's house, that was the second time that night. She wanted to step away from the dance floor to cool off, she said, and we went through a service door and she took me into the bathroom and did it with me the first time in there." Keith avoided the sordid details, but made sure he was correct and honest about the chain of events so his mother had the necessary facts.
Karen just dropped into the chair beside her son and thought it all over for a few minutes. She wasn't angry, she wasn't hurt. In fact, were it not for the possibility that there may be some major fall out for several people, she would have been turned on at the thought of another woman fucking her son. She then noticed that Keith had tears running down his cheeks and she reached over and hugged him and told him that they would deal with whatever came about. She chose not to tell him about her encounter with his friend Jim just yet, but figured it was going to have to come out sooner or later. Right now, she needed to lay the groundwork for Keith to feel safe with his honest revelation and that she would take care of the rest.
"First of all, Keith, you did nothing wrong as long as Amanda Fillmore was willing. Second, Amanda did nothing wrong as long as you were willing. You are 19 and, legally speaking, you are an adult sexually and free to make your own choices and so is she. Anyone can question the morality of the encounter and wisdom of when and where you chose to exercise your...judgment. But no one can cause you any legal problems. And, both of you are single, so there is no significant other to worry about." Karen's words put him at ease somewhat.
"But mom, now there is a significant other for me - you! And I don't want this to cause any problems for Amanda or embarrassment for her son, Gary, if any of this ends up becoming public."
Karen was impressed with Keith's gallantry toward Amanda and his sensitivity toward Gary. She was already contemplating what she would have to do if events began to spiral out of the various family circles. Keith was already feeling better now that he had spilled it all and his mother seemed to have the answers he needed. The fact that she accepted it with such grace and composure even got him focused on her again as well.
They did not discuss any of the post-dance events any further that evening. After he finished his homework, she invited him to her bed. They snuggled up naked against one another for a half hour or so and then Keith reached over and began fondling his mother's tits and slowly slid his hand down to that special place between her legs. She opened them willingly for him and he went down on her. He sucked her clit and licked the insides of her pussy lips, switching back and forth between the two and then back to her clit. She placed her hands on the back of his head and held him in place and began grinding her hips against his tongue and face and he penetrated her with his tongue as deep as it would go. He flattened his tongue, stiffened it as much as possible and brought it up in one long, slow stroke over her clit, sending her into a frenzied orgasm followed by another as he did it again and again. He was the first and only man to give her multiple orgasms and she lived for those highs of high moments when he could do that for her.
Karen's body was on fire now and she pulled him up to her so he could ram his hard cock deep inside her. She placed her legs over his shoulders so he could get the maximum penetration and he delivered everything he had. As he would find out later, he was not as hung as his brother, but he packed a good eight inches or more and he buried it all deep into his mother and began riding her hard. He only slowed down a time or two to catch his breath and once to let her ride another wave of orgasm. He resumed his rapid, yet long, strokes until he came as hard as he ever had, unloading both balls into her, with shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. He did not withdraw from her when he finished. He just lay there on top of her. She lowered her legs, but kept them spread so that he could stay in her as long as he wanted. He was propped up on his elbows and for the longest time, he just looked into her eyes and studied her face, wanting to remember forever what she looked like at that moment. He lowered his head to kiss her and she returned the kiss with passion and began to thrust up to him, sensing he was hard again and needed another round as much as she did. This time, they took it much slower and enjoyed the journey, so to speak, eventually reaching the same destination has they had earlier.
Friday afternoon, Karen had just gotten home from the office when the phone rang. "Is this Mrs. Johnson?"
"Yes, this is Karen Johnson."
"Hi Mrs. Johnson. This is Linda Davis, the principal at your son's school." Karen went cold for the second time that week.
"Mrs. Johnson, I would like to set up a meeting with you in my office Monday after school at, say, 4:30. I would like to discuss with you some rumors I am following up on, one of which involves your son, Keith. Would you be available at that time?"
"Yes, that will work. Can you tell me what rumors you are talking about that would involve Keith?"
"I prefer not to discuss them over the phone, Mrs. Johnson. The subject matter is very sensitive. I am sure it just a rumor, since your son has always been an exemplary student and a fine young man. I just feel compelled to perform my due diligence. I will see you at 4:30 Monday."
Karen's head was spinning. It was time for some thinking drinking, so she pulled a bottle of wine from the small wine rack she kept in the pantry and poured herself a rather generous glass and began to think - and drink. Halfway through the bottle, she looked up Amanda's phone number and called her. Amanda had just gotten home from work herself five minutes before the call from Karen. When Amanda heard who it was, it was her turn to go cold and dizzy.
"Amanda, I think you need to come over so that you and I can discuss something important that just came up. I also think we need to get better acquainted. Do you want to come over this evening for a couple of glasses of wine or tomorrow morning over coffee?" Karen didn't realize Amanda's reaction to the call was one of near panic, so when Amanda jumped at the chance to drink wine instead of coffee as if someone had thrown her a life line, Karen was a little shocked at the eagerness that came through the phone line. Amanda said she would be there within the hour and hung up. Karen checked to make sure she had plenty of wine and found that she did indeed still have three bottles left from the case she bought over the summer.
Keith walked in and found his mother to be mildly smashed and slightly slurring her words. He chuckled at first, then figured out she was in that condition for a reason and he guessed what it might be. "You got a call from Ms. Davis, didn't you?"
"Yesh," she said looking up at him. "But I have a plan. Amanda is on her way over here right now. That may make you rather uncomfortable, but you need to be a part of my plan and the convershation." Karen could not manage the S without putting an H right behind it and Keith could not help but find that amusing.
"And, Keith, my adorable, handshome, young love, you are going to keep up with Amanda and me with the wine drinking even if it meansh you can't put any lead in penshil tonight. Know what I mean?" Thish ish important. I know you have a lot more experiensh fucking that you do drinking, sho, shinsh tomorrow is Shaturday, you can shtay home from shchool if you need to becaush of a hangover."
Keith realized that she had wiped out one bottle and had put three more on the counter so that everyone knew they could have plenty.
Amanda showed up as she said she would. She paused at the door, hesitating as long as possible, trying to pull herself together for what she knew would be a major shit storm. It was no use. She could stand there all night and not get herself together. She finally rang the doorbell. Moments later, Karen opened the door, smiled politely and invited Amanda inside. Karen was beginning to regain control of her tongue, having taken a break from the wine since she made the call to Amanda.
They sat in the living room and Keith walked in with a tray and three glasses filled with wine, one for each of them.
Karen looked Amanda over as Amanda walked ahead of her to the couch. Amanda was dressed much like she was the night of the dance. She was wearing a tight skirt that hit her just above the knees and showed off her ample ass. Her blouse was looser fitting, jutting out over her over-sized tits and then hanging loosely to just below her waist. She wore a pair of black pumps and her bare legs were well tanned and shaped well by her heels. Her nails were immaculately polished and she was wearing a reasonable amount of makeup - nothing garish, but still obvious, and her hair was perfectly in place. When Amanda sat down, her skirt rode up her legs to just above mid-thigh and she seemed unaware of it or the potential for quite a view.
"I suppose you have some idea why I invited you over here, Amanda," Karen said rather directly and with a flat tone in her voice. Amanda's hands were shaking too much to manager her wine glass so she sat it down and began to cry.
"It's about the dance the other night, I know. Oh, Karen, I am so sorry!" Amanda said through her tears. "I don't know what to say and I know there is no good excuse..."
"For the love of God, Amanda, shut up and drink your wine. And calm down. I did not call you over here to cause you trouble. I called you over here to keep your troubles to a minimum if I can. Keith told me what happened between the two of you during and after the dance. He is a fine young man and has always been very honest and open with me. You could say that we have a rather unique, special relationship." Karen said coyly. Keith squirmed in his seat at that last remark and took a deep drink from his wine glass. Amanda kept her eyes on Karen the whole time Karen talked and drank her entire glass of wine without taking a breath. Keith got up and refilled her glass, thinking it might be more efficient to just give her the bottle, but did not act on the thought.
Karen continued, "I can entirely understand why you would want to screw my son. He is tall, handsome, a gentleman, and you are like me, single, probably lonely at times, and wanting to feel like a woman again now and then. And getting a good look at you, I can see why Keith would certainly want to give you whatever you wanted. You are a very attractive woman with ample attractions in all the right places."
Amanda actually began to calm down and sipped slightly more slowly on her second glass of wine, but still didn't let it sit for long. Keith still felt like his skin was plugged into the outlet and could barely sit down through this whole conversation. He had no idea what his mother had in mind, but he wished to hell she would get on with it so Amanda could leave and he could finally feel close to normal again.
Karen finally came out with it. "I have a meeting with the principal Monday at 4:30. Ms. Davis is doing a little investigation on some of the rumors about a few boys getting fucked by their motherly dates Friday night. Most of it may be rumor, but Keith confirmed that the two of you are the real deal. And since you fucked him in the bathroom at the convention center, it is possible that someone saw the two of you come out or go in and did the math, reaching the correct answer. At that meeting, here is what I am going to tell Ms. Davis and the two of you had better back me up 100%."
Keith and Amanda listened intently to Karen's intended dialog. With at least a half bottle of wine in each of them, the plan sounded just fine. Amanda and Karen finished off a wine bottle each and were pretty well toasted when Karen said, "one last thing, I want the details of what you two did to each other. In fact, I want to watch you re-enact both times. I want to watch you do whatever you did to Keith and I want to watch him do whatever he did to you. We're both looped enough it shouldn't be a problem and I think Keith here has kept his intake low enough to still be able to perform. What do you say? You were horny enough sober the other night. I think you are probably horny enough drunk to want it with an audience tonight. Am I right?"
Amanda looked at Keith and Keith looked back at her and then at his mother. He wasn't sure what to think of his mother's perverted side, but it seemed she had everything else under control. Amanda licked her lips u*********sly at the thought of fucking him again. Keith got up, walked over to Amanda and extended a hand to help her to her feet.
He guided her to the bathroom and they re-enacted the scene from the convention center. Amanda went to her knees, took out his cock and began to suck on it while she unbuttoned her blouse and unharnessed her huge tits. They did everything just as they remembered it at the dance including Amanda leaning over the sink, lifting her skirt and Keith plowing his cock into her until he busted a nut deep in her pussy. Karen stood in the doorway, rubbing her pussy her hand under her own skirt as her son fucked this very well endowed woman. Amanda came just like before, in spite of the audience.
They left the bathroom and went to Keith's bedroom, where Amanda began pulling his clothes off and hers at the same time until they were both naked and she was on her back begging him to fuck her again. Keith noticed his mother was undressing now as he approached Amanda, climbed on top of her, used her tits as a place to brace himself with his hands and began fucking her hard. Amanda forgot all about the audience of one very horny mother in the room as Keith began drilling her pussy for all he was worth. Karen came close to the bed to see every detail of interest to her. She watched her son's balls slap against Amanda's ass and his dick appearing and disappearing in Amanda's cunt with each stroke. She looked at Amanda's tits jiggling under Keith's hands as his strokes shook her whole body. Amanda came two more times as Keith fucked her hard and fast and then he pulled out and shot stream after stream of cum up at her tits, covering most of one and getting a couple of smaller shots on the other.
Keith backed away, breathing heavily and started to leave the room and head for the shower.
"Stay here, son. We aren't done yet. I want a little of this action. Keith thought his mother was going to far and started to object. But Karen wasn't wanting him at this particular moment. She wanted him to watch as she enjoyed some girl time with Amanda. Amanda watched silently has Karen climbed into her son's bed with her and began to feel Amanda's huge tits. She smeared her son's cum all over them and then kissed Amanda on the lips. Amanda returned the kiss and began to feel Karen's body all over from her tits down to her ass and then fingered her pussy. Amanda motioned for Karen to turn around so that she could taste her love box and Amanda went to work giving Karen head. Karen looked at Keith and smiled as she got her clit sucked by someone she suspected was an expert at this art as well and then dove her own face into Amanda's box. they brought each other off a couple of times before they decided it was time to finish the last bottle of wine. They got dressed and walked past Keith, still standing there with a very hard cock and hoping Amanda would leave sooner rather than later.
Before Amanda left, thanked Karen for her understanding and hospitality in addition to her plans for Monday, she added one final comment. "I would fuck my son, too, if her were old enough. You are one lucky woman, Karen." Amanda walked out the door and Karen headed for her bedroom, knowing exactly where to find Keith and what to do with him.
Monday afternoon arrived faster than Karen wanted it to. She had never met Ms. Davis before and wasn't sure she knew what to expect. The principal was known for running a tight ship, was also considered a forward, open-minded thinker. Those who behaved and performed well respected her and those who didn't were fearful of her. Karen talked with one teacher who related an exchange during a staff meeting with Ms. Davis. The teachers were complaining about how they were going to meet the educational standards and get the k**s to meet the required scores when so many of them didn't seem to care. Ms. Davis slapped the table with both hands, stood, leaned forward on the table and said, "I don't give a fuck about the standards! Your job is to motivate the k**s to learn, convince them they want to learn and then you teach them. If you do that, the standards get met with no problem. Now do your job and motivate and teach." Karen respected that if it were true, but she was also a bit intimidated by that kind of personality.
Karen arrived a few minutes early and sat outside of Ms. Davis' office. At exactly 4:30, Ms. Davis opened her office door and invited Karen in, shutting the door behind her. Karen sat down at a small, round side table as invited for what was designed to be a casual and comfortable conversation.
The principal introduced herself, "Mrs. Johnson, I am Linda Davis. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
"Please, call me Karen."
"Very well, please call me Linda."
Linda was a walking, breathing contradiction. Nothing like Karen imagined. Linda could not be more than 35. She was tall - about 5'8 or 5'9", walked with the grace of a model, had a slim figure with a shapely ass, beautiful legs, a very ample rack that must have the boys slobbering over if they dared and her outfit was perfectly coordinated. Yet, she wore very little or no makeup - she certainly didn't need it, she a had a beautiful face - and she wore next to no jewelry. She was demanding, yet pleasant, no nonsense, yet open-minded, beautiful, yet austere, alluring in a way, yet considered unapproachable by most. And she cut right to the chase.
"Karen, I thought the idea your son and some of the other boys had to change the dance to a sort of mother-son date with the twist of their dates not actually being their own mothers was a brilliant one and it should have given the bitchy girls in their classes something to think about. And then I find out from one of them that the idea was actually yours. I want to congratulate you on your creativity. Unfortunately, things may have strayed off course a bit and we may have some embarrassing situations on our hands. Have you heard about any of those...situations?"
Karen studied Linda's face for a moment, then responded. "Yes, Keith has told me everything. The rumors, an estimate of how many young men may have "gotten lucky". Is that what you mean?"
"Yes." Linda replied, a bit surprised at Karen's knowledge of the rumors, but still doubting that Karen knew "everything".
"Are you aware that Keith is actually one of those rumored to be one of the "lucky ones" as you put it?"
"Yes, in fact, he told me that in his case, it was more than a rumor." Karen said honestly. "My guess is that someone saw him and his date that evening and it went from an assumption to a rumor to an exaggeration of how many actually did something. But, in my son's case, it actually happened. I guess you could say I kind of encouraged it."
Linda leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath with a look of surprise on her face. "What do you mean, you encouraged it?!"
"Let's face it, Linda, at every school dance there will be a fourth of the girls and guys getting laid and several girls always wind up getting pregnant. If my son is going to get laid, I would rather it be from an older woman who knows enough to protect herself or past that stage of life and also knows what she is doing. So, I talked with his date in advance and told her that she could handle that particular topic any way she wanted. She could either take the lead, follow his if he made an advance, or tell him to go jack off if she wanted no part of it. I told Keith that if he was going to make a sexual play for his date, he had better be a gentleman about it, take no for an answer if that was the response and treat his date with respect in any event. She made her choice, he made his, and they had my blessing. It's pretty simple. As for the others, I suspect that the rest is all rumor. So if you are worried about a scandal, I would say you avoided the annual one by sending the boys out with mothers and the girls staying home. At my house there is no scandal unless you want to make one out of it. You are welcome to judge me and my son if you want, but I don't think you have the right to drag this out in public. He is of legal age and both were consenting adults."
Linda thought about all that Karen had to say for what seemed like hours, but in fact were only a couple of minutes.
"Karen, you seem to be a very forward thinking woman. I like the way you think, and you are probably pretty accurate on your assessment of the typical results of a normal school dance. I have nosed around and found no basis to any of the other rumors. Someone did see your son and Mrs. Fillmore slip into the bathroom together, so I appreciate your honesty - and Keith's. I don't plan on making any trouble out of this. It is rally none of my business as you say. So I am going to just drop it and will do my best to quash any more spreading of these rumors when I hear them. This will be our little secret. Just one question: how open minded are you, really? Because I would really like to get to know you - and your son - much better after this discussion."
Karen, stood up and turned to the door as if to leave. Instead, she turned the bolt lock and then turned back to the principal. "How about we get to know each other better right now?" Karen said with a smile as she began to unzip her skirt.
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Karen and Keith spent the rest of the weekend fucking like newlyweds. They didn't bother getting dressed. They rarely got out of bed except to eat a little now and then. But they also talked. They talked about the past, the uniquely honest relationship the two of them had as Keith grew up and the special events that had happened along the way. More importantly, they talked about the new dimension now introduced into their relationship with one another. They discussed the need for secrecy since it was as far from a socially acceptable norm as two people could get. Karen mused about how they had gone from mother-son to lovers, from breast feeding to breast play, from the pain of Keith coming out of her womb at c***d birth to the pleasure given back to her by his re-entry even if was only a part of him that went back in. And, finally, she assured him that when the time came for him to move on and meet the woman that would provide him a family, she would step out of the way and let him carry on in that normal, more acceptable lifestyle.
But mostly, they had sex. They gave each other oral pleasures and fucked. She helped him with technique that allowed him to last longer when she needed him to and how to mix up the motions and the techniques to bring her the most pleasure. They tried a variety of positions and locations. Karen laughed that almost every room in the house had now lost its virginity to them and their passions. They had fucked in the bedroom, of course, and the living room the first night. They also fucked in the kitchen - once with her leaning over the counter and once with her lying on the the dining room table. They fucked in the shower and she sucked him off in the garage when she followed him there as he took out the trash. She pushed him onto the trunk of the car without warning and took his currently flaccid cock in her mouth and sucked him to full erection and ejaculation down her throat. He repaid her by rolling her over onto the trunk and licking her to orgasm before they went back into the house.
But as it happens every week, Monday showed up and it was back to school for Keith and back to the office for his mother. For two days, Keith and the other guys had to listen to the girls constantly bitching at them for fucking up their dance plans by taking the mothers as dates instead. Some of the guys found their lockers trashed or they had nasty notes taped to the inside of the doors. The animosity did not begin to die down until rumors began to circulate that several of the boys had gotten "lucky" at or after the dance and that some of the slutty mothers actually fucked their dates. There were no names attached to any of the rumors, but the girls switched from outright and obvious petulance toward the boys to quietly calling them "mother-fuckers" quietly as they passed the boys in the halls.
Keith was getting uncomfortable with everything going on around him at school. Was he not the only one to get laid that night? Did someone see him and Amanda? Or did some ultra bitchy girl start it all to make everyone nervous and afraid to ever try something like the dance again? Keith thought trough all of the mothers he had seen that night and could not think of one that looked like the type who would try to fuck and 18 year old that may have been their son's or daughter's friend. At least Amanda knew that Keith was only aware of her son and didn't know him. And she was one of only five or six women at the dance that wasn't married. So Keith was pretty sure that the estimate of five or six guys had gotten laid by an older woman. Still, he was one who actually did and they did it the first time in the bathroom at the dance.
By Wednesday night, Keith was a nervous wreck. He picked at his food over dinner and didn't really seem like himself and showed little interest at the sexual gestures his mother made to him.
"Keith, what's wrong? It is as clear as day that something is really bothering you. I think it is time you unloaded. Everything will look better once you get it out on the table and discuss it with me." His mother was afraid that their new relationship was suddenly causing him some concern and that he may not want to continue. She braced herself for the worst and in her mind, that would be the worst.
"Mom," Keith started, with some hesitation. "There are rumors going around that as many as five or six guys at the dance the other night had sex with their dates."
Karen lost all color in her face as Keith talked. She thought back to her careless quickies with Jim in the parking lot of the convention center and wondered if they had been seen or if Jim had opened his mouth. "Probably just rumors started by a bunch of pissed off teenage girls," she said, trying to regain her composure.
"Maybe, mostly anyway. I don't know. But I need to tell you something. You mean too much to me and our relationship means too much to me to keep it a secret."
Karen only heard him talk about how much their relationship - all of it - meant to him and she was flooded with relief. Everything else would be manageable.
Keith continued, "On Friday, when when we started having sex, you asked me where my underwear was at. You said you remembered me wearing some when I got dressed for the dance. I left it at Amanda's house. I had sex with her there. Mom, I am so sorry. I wasn't going to say anything. But now there are rumors that the principal, Ms. Davis, is going to investigate and thought you should know the truth in case someone starts putting names to the rumors. And at Amanda's house, that was the second time that night. She wanted to step away from the dance floor to cool off, she said, and we went through a service door and she took me into the bathroom and did it with me the first time in there." Keith avoided the sordid details, but made sure he was correct and honest about the chain of events so his mother had the necessary facts.
Karen just dropped into the chair beside her son and thought it all over for a few minutes. She wasn't angry, she wasn't hurt. In fact, were it not for the possibility that there may be some major fall out for several people, she would have been turned on at the thought of another woman fucking her son. She then noticed that Keith had tears running down his cheeks and she reached over and hugged him and told him that they would deal with whatever came about. She chose not to tell him about her encounter with his friend Jim just yet, but figured it was going to have to come out sooner or later. Right now, she needed to lay the groundwork for Keith to feel safe with his honest revelation and that she would take care of the rest.
"First of all, Keith, you did nothing wrong as long as Amanda Fillmore was willing. Second, Amanda did nothing wrong as long as you were willing. You are 19 and, legally speaking, you are an adult sexually and free to make your own choices and so is she. Anyone can question the morality of the encounter and wisdom of when and where you chose to exercise your...judgment. But no one can cause you any legal problems. And, both of you are single, so there is no significant other to worry about." Karen's words put him at ease somewhat.
"But mom, now there is a significant other for me - you! And I don't want this to cause any problems for Amanda or embarrassment for her son, Gary, if any of this ends up becoming public."
Karen was impressed with Keith's gallantry toward Amanda and his sensitivity toward Gary. She was already contemplating what she would have to do if events began to spiral out of the various family circles. Keith was already feeling better now that he had spilled it all and his mother seemed to have the answers he needed. The fact that she accepted it with such grace and composure even got him focused on her again as well.
They did not discuss any of the post-dance events any further that evening. After he finished his homework, she invited him to her bed. They snuggled up naked against one another for a half hour or so and then Keith reached over and began fondling his mother's tits and slowly slid his hand down to that special place between her legs. She opened them willingly for him and he went down on her. He sucked her clit and licked the insides of her pussy lips, switching back and forth between the two and then back to her clit. She placed her hands on the back of his head and held him in place and began grinding her hips against his tongue and face and he penetrated her with his tongue as deep as it would go. He flattened his tongue, stiffened it as much as possible and brought it up in one long, slow stroke over her clit, sending her into a frenzied orgasm followed by another as he did it again and again. He was the first and only man to give her multiple orgasms and she lived for those highs of high moments when he could do that for her.
Karen's body was on fire now and she pulled him up to her so he could ram his hard cock deep inside her. She placed her legs over his shoulders so he could get the maximum penetration and he delivered everything he had. As he would find out later, he was not as hung as his brother, but he packed a good eight inches or more and he buried it all deep into his mother and began riding her hard. He only slowed down a time or two to catch his breath and once to let her ride another wave of orgasm. He resumed his rapid, yet long, strokes until he came as hard as he ever had, unloading both balls into her, with shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. He did not withdraw from her when he finished. He just lay there on top of her. She lowered her legs, but kept them spread so that he could stay in her as long as he wanted. He was propped up on his elbows and for the longest time, he just looked into her eyes and studied her face, wanting to remember forever what she looked like at that moment. He lowered his head to kiss her and she returned the kiss with passion and began to thrust up to him, sensing he was hard again and needed another round as much as she did. This time, they took it much slower and enjoyed the journey, so to speak, eventually reaching the same destination has they had earlier.
Friday afternoon, Karen had just gotten home from the office when the phone rang. "Is this Mrs. Johnson?"
"Yes, this is Karen Johnson."
"Hi Mrs. Johnson. This is Linda Davis, the principal at your son's school." Karen went cold for the second time that week.
"Mrs. Johnson, I would like to set up a meeting with you in my office Monday after school at, say, 4:30. I would like to discuss with you some rumors I am following up on, one of which involves your son, Keith. Would you be available at that time?"
"Yes, that will work. Can you tell me what rumors you are talking about that would involve Keith?"
"I prefer not to discuss them over the phone, Mrs. Johnson. The subject matter is very sensitive. I am sure it just a rumor, since your son has always been an exemplary student and a fine young man. I just feel compelled to perform my due diligence. I will see you at 4:30 Monday."
Karen's head was spinning. It was time for some thinking drinking, so she pulled a bottle of wine from the small wine rack she kept in the pantry and poured herself a rather generous glass and began to think - and drink. Halfway through the bottle, she looked up Amanda's phone number and called her. Amanda had just gotten home from work herself five minutes before the call from Karen. When Amanda heard who it was, it was her turn to go cold and dizzy.
"Amanda, I think you need to come over so that you and I can discuss something important that just came up. I also think we need to get better acquainted. Do you want to come over this evening for a couple of glasses of wine or tomorrow morning over coffee?" Karen didn't realize Amanda's reaction to the call was one of near panic, so when Amanda jumped at the chance to drink wine instead of coffee as if someone had thrown her a life line, Karen was a little shocked at the eagerness that came through the phone line. Amanda said she would be there within the hour and hung up. Karen checked to make sure she had plenty of wine and found that she did indeed still have three bottles left from the case she bought over the summer.
Keith walked in and found his mother to be mildly smashed and slightly slurring her words. He chuckled at first, then figured out she was in that condition for a reason and he guessed what it might be. "You got a call from Ms. Davis, didn't you?"
"Yesh," she said looking up at him. "But I have a plan. Amanda is on her way over here right now. That may make you rather uncomfortable, but you need to be a part of my plan and the convershation." Karen could not manage the S without putting an H right behind it and Keith could not help but find that amusing.
"And, Keith, my adorable, handshome, young love, you are going to keep up with Amanda and me with the wine drinking even if it meansh you can't put any lead in penshil tonight. Know what I mean?" Thish ish important. I know you have a lot more experiensh fucking that you do drinking, sho, shinsh tomorrow is Shaturday, you can shtay home from shchool if you need to becaush of a hangover."
Keith realized that she had wiped out one bottle and had put three more on the counter so that everyone knew they could have plenty.
Amanda showed up as she said she would. She paused at the door, hesitating as long as possible, trying to pull herself together for what she knew would be a major shit storm. It was no use. She could stand there all night and not get herself together. She finally rang the doorbell. Moments later, Karen opened the door, smiled politely and invited Amanda inside. Karen was beginning to regain control of her tongue, having taken a break from the wine since she made the call to Amanda.
They sat in the living room and Keith walked in with a tray and three glasses filled with wine, one for each of them.
Karen looked Amanda over as Amanda walked ahead of her to the couch. Amanda was dressed much like she was the night of the dance. She was wearing a tight skirt that hit her just above the knees and showed off her ample ass. Her blouse was looser fitting, jutting out over her over-sized tits and then hanging loosely to just below her waist. She wore a pair of black pumps and her bare legs were well tanned and shaped well by her heels. Her nails were immaculately polished and she was wearing a reasonable amount of makeup - nothing garish, but still obvious, and her hair was perfectly in place. When Amanda sat down, her skirt rode up her legs to just above mid-thigh and she seemed unaware of it or the potential for quite a view.
"I suppose you have some idea why I invited you over here, Amanda," Karen said rather directly and with a flat tone in her voice. Amanda's hands were shaking too much to manager her wine glass so she sat it down and began to cry.
"It's about the dance the other night, I know. Oh, Karen, I am so sorry!" Amanda said through her tears. "I don't know what to say and I know there is no good excuse..."
"For the love of God, Amanda, shut up and drink your wine. And calm down. I did not call you over here to cause you trouble. I called you over here to keep your troubles to a minimum if I can. Keith told me what happened between the two of you during and after the dance. He is a fine young man and has always been very honest and open with me. You could say that we have a rather unique, special relationship." Karen said coyly. Keith squirmed in his seat at that last remark and took a deep drink from his wine glass. Amanda kept her eyes on Karen the whole time Karen talked and drank her entire glass of wine without taking a breath. Keith got up and refilled her glass, thinking it might be more efficient to just give her the bottle, but did not act on the thought.
Karen continued, "I can entirely understand why you would want to screw my son. He is tall, handsome, a gentleman, and you are like me, single, probably lonely at times, and wanting to feel like a woman again now and then. And getting a good look at you, I can see why Keith would certainly want to give you whatever you wanted. You are a very attractive woman with ample attractions in all the right places."
Amanda actually began to calm down and sipped slightly more slowly on her second glass of wine, but still didn't let it sit for long. Keith still felt like his skin was plugged into the outlet and could barely sit down through this whole conversation. He had no idea what his mother had in mind, but he wished to hell she would get on with it so Amanda could leave and he could finally feel close to normal again.
Karen finally came out with it. "I have a meeting with the principal Monday at 4:30. Ms. Davis is doing a little investigation on some of the rumors about a few boys getting fucked by their motherly dates Friday night. Most of it may be rumor, but Keith confirmed that the two of you are the real deal. And since you fucked him in the bathroom at the convention center, it is possible that someone saw the two of you come out or go in and did the math, reaching the correct answer. At that meeting, here is what I am going to tell Ms. Davis and the two of you had better back me up 100%."
Keith and Amanda listened intently to Karen's intended dialog. With at least a half bottle of wine in each of them, the plan sounded just fine. Amanda and Karen finished off a wine bottle each and were pretty well toasted when Karen said, "one last thing, I want the details of what you two did to each other. In fact, I want to watch you re-enact both times. I want to watch you do whatever you did to Keith and I want to watch him do whatever he did to you. We're both looped enough it shouldn't be a problem and I think Keith here has kept his intake low enough to still be able to perform. What do you say? You were horny enough sober the other night. I think you are probably horny enough drunk to want it with an audience tonight. Am I right?"
Amanda looked at Keith and Keith looked back at her and then at his mother. He wasn't sure what to think of his mother's perverted side, but it seemed she had everything else under control. Amanda licked her lips u*********sly at the thought of fucking him again. Keith got up, walked over to Amanda and extended a hand to help her to her feet.
He guided her to the bathroom and they re-enacted the scene from the convention center. Amanda went to her knees, took out his cock and began to suck on it while she unbuttoned her blouse and unharnessed her huge tits. They did everything just as they remembered it at the dance including Amanda leaning over the sink, lifting her skirt and Keith plowing his cock into her until he busted a nut deep in her pussy. Karen stood in the doorway, rubbing her pussy her hand under her own skirt as her son fucked this very well endowed woman. Amanda came just like before, in spite of the audience.
They left the bathroom and went to Keith's bedroom, where Amanda began pulling his clothes off and hers at the same time until they were both naked and she was on her back begging him to fuck her again. Keith noticed his mother was undressing now as he approached Amanda, climbed on top of her, used her tits as a place to brace himself with his hands and began fucking her hard. Amanda forgot all about the audience of one very horny mother in the room as Keith began drilling her pussy for all he was worth. Karen came close to the bed to see every detail of interest to her. She watched her son's balls slap against Amanda's ass and his dick appearing and disappearing in Amanda's cunt with each stroke. She looked at Amanda's tits jiggling under Keith's hands as his strokes shook her whole body. Amanda came two more times as Keith fucked her hard and fast and then he pulled out and shot stream after stream of cum up at her tits, covering most of one and getting a couple of smaller shots on the other.
Keith backed away, breathing heavily and started to leave the room and head for the shower.
"Stay here, son. We aren't done yet. I want a little of this action. Keith thought his mother was going to far and started to object. But Karen wasn't wanting him at this particular moment. She wanted him to watch as she enjoyed some girl time with Amanda. Amanda watched silently has Karen climbed into her son's bed with her and began to feel Amanda's huge tits. She smeared her son's cum all over them and then kissed Amanda on the lips. Amanda returned the kiss and began to feel Karen's body all over from her tits down to her ass and then fingered her pussy. Amanda motioned for Karen to turn around so that she could taste her love box and Amanda went to work giving Karen head. Karen looked at Keith and smiled as she got her clit sucked by someone she suspected was an expert at this art as well and then dove her own face into Amanda's box. they brought each other off a couple of times before they decided it was time to finish the last bottle of wine. They got dressed and walked past Keith, still standing there with a very hard cock and hoping Amanda would leave sooner rather than later.
Before Amanda left, thanked Karen for her understanding and hospitality in addition to her plans for Monday, she added one final comment. "I would fuck my son, too, if her were old enough. You are one lucky woman, Karen." Amanda walked out the door and Karen headed for her bedroom, knowing exactly where to find Keith and what to do with him.
Monday afternoon arrived faster than Karen wanted it to. She had never met Ms. Davis before and wasn't sure she knew what to expect. The principal was known for running a tight ship, was also considered a forward, open-minded thinker. Those who behaved and performed well respected her and those who didn't were fearful of her. Karen talked with one teacher who related an exchange during a staff meeting with Ms. Davis. The teachers were complaining about how they were going to meet the educational standards and get the k**s to meet the required scores when so many of them didn't seem to care. Ms. Davis slapped the table with both hands, stood, leaned forward on the table and said, "I don't give a fuck about the standards! Your job is to motivate the k**s to learn, convince them they want to learn and then you teach them. If you do that, the standards get met with no problem. Now do your job and motivate and teach." Karen respected that if it were true, but she was also a bit intimidated by that kind of personality.
Karen arrived a few minutes early and sat outside of Ms. Davis' office. At exactly 4:30, Ms. Davis opened her office door and invited Karen in, shutting the door behind her. Karen sat down at a small, round side table as invited for what was designed to be a casual and comfortable conversation.
The principal introduced herself, "Mrs. Johnson, I am Linda Davis. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."
"Please, call me Karen."
"Very well, please call me Linda."
Linda was a walking, breathing contradiction. Nothing like Karen imagined. Linda could not be more than 35. She was tall - about 5'8 or 5'9", walked with the grace of a model, had a slim figure with a shapely ass, beautiful legs, a very ample rack that must have the boys slobbering over if they dared and her outfit was perfectly coordinated. Yet, she wore very little or no makeup - she certainly didn't need it, she a had a beautiful face - and she wore next to no jewelry. She was demanding, yet pleasant, no nonsense, yet open-minded, beautiful, yet austere, alluring in a way, yet considered unapproachable by most. And she cut right to the chase.
"Karen, I thought the idea your son and some of the other boys had to change the dance to a sort of mother-son date with the twist of their dates not actually being their own mothers was a brilliant one and it should have given the bitchy girls in their classes something to think about. And then I find out from one of them that the idea was actually yours. I want to congratulate you on your creativity. Unfortunately, things may have strayed off course a bit and we may have some embarrassing situations on our hands. Have you heard about any of those...situations?"
Karen studied Linda's face for a moment, then responded. "Yes, Keith has told me everything. The rumors, an estimate of how many young men may have "gotten lucky". Is that what you mean?"
"Yes." Linda replied, a bit surprised at Karen's knowledge of the rumors, but still doubting that Karen knew "everything".
"Are you aware that Keith is actually one of those rumored to be one of the "lucky ones" as you put it?"
"Yes, in fact, he told me that in his case, it was more than a rumor." Karen said honestly. "My guess is that someone saw him and his date that evening and it went from an assumption to a rumor to an exaggeration of how many actually did something. But, in my son's case, it actually happened. I guess you could say I kind of encouraged it."
Linda leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath with a look of surprise on her face. "What do you mean, you encouraged it?!"
"Let's face it, Linda, at every school dance there will be a fourth of the girls and guys getting laid and several girls always wind up getting pregnant. If my son is going to get laid, I would rather it be from an older woman who knows enough to protect herself or past that stage of life and also knows what she is doing. So, I talked with his date in advance and told her that she could handle that particular topic any way she wanted. She could either take the lead, follow his if he made an advance, or tell him to go jack off if she wanted no part of it. I told Keith that if he was going to make a sexual play for his date, he had better be a gentleman about it, take no for an answer if that was the response and treat his date with respect in any event. She made her choice, he made his, and they had my blessing. It's pretty simple. As for the others, I suspect that the rest is all rumor. So if you are worried about a scandal, I would say you avoided the annual one by sending the boys out with mothers and the girls staying home. At my house there is no scandal unless you want to make one out of it. You are welcome to judge me and my son if you want, but I don't think you have the right to drag this out in public. He is of legal age and both were consenting adults."
Linda thought about all that Karen had to say for what seemed like hours, but in fact were only a couple of minutes.
"Karen, you seem to be a very forward thinking woman. I like the way you think, and you are probably pretty accurate on your assessment of the typical results of a normal school dance. I have nosed around and found no basis to any of the other rumors. Someone did see your son and Mrs. Fillmore slip into the bathroom together, so I appreciate your honesty - and Keith's. I don't plan on making any trouble out of this. It is rally none of my business as you say. So I am going to just drop it and will do my best to quash any more spreading of these rumors when I hear them. This will be our little secret. Just one question: how open minded are you, really? Because I would really like to get to know you - and your son - much better after this discussion."
Karen, stood up and turned to the door as if to leave. Instead, she turned the bolt lock and then turned back to the principal. "How about we get to know each other better right now?" Karen said with a smile as she began to unzip her skirt.
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