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It had been a late night for Gary and Abigail Chadwick, the election went well into the morning and their candidate had lost by a narrow margin. The bright spot was that Congress had tipped in their direction and their local candidates were good until the next term. As with most couples the election process was a stressful time but was more so for Gary who was the personal lawyer for the mayor of Newton. Abigail could have stayed in bed and gone back to sleep but she was anxious to get up, have a cup of coffee, get breakfast out of the way, and call the airlines for a ticket to London to visit Arthur over the Thanksgiving Holiday. I don’t suppose they celebrate Thanksgiving there Abby thought ... nah it’s strictly an American Holiday.
She was so proud of Arthur’s accomplishments but missed having him around. Sometimes I feel that something is wrong the way I dote on that boy ... he’s really a man though she thought with a bit of regret that she was losing her child. Gary’s law practice was taking increasingly more of his time and with the political component piling on the way it had lately she had been seeing precious little of her husband. They hadn’t had sex in over two months. As she had before, she wondered if another woman might be involved. She was thrilled though that Gary had encouraged her to go to London to be with Arthur over Thanksgiving. At the same time, with their lack of sexual activity she was troubled about the inappropriate thoughts that continued popping up in her brain about Arthur. What kind of mother would be thinking like that? Might I be making the right decision to go over there now and be so close to him?
Just then the phone rang. She thought it was probably Minerva Coe calling to chew on the results of the election. Answering the phone, she heard: “Hello, Mrs. Chadwick, my name is Colette Bentley, I’m a friend of your son Arthur’s.”
Her heart dropped into her stomach as she thought something must have happened to Arthur. “Is he OK?”
“Yes, there is nothing wrong here,” the woman on the line said in a cheery English voice, “he’s fine.” There was a brief pause then, “Let me explain Mrs. Chadwick. I met Arthur on his flight to Heathrow. I’m a British Airways stewardess who lives in London. I was deadheading back to Heathrow after a brief visit in the states when I had the pleasure of sitting next to your son on the aircraft.”
Energized by adrenalin the moment Abby heard that Arthur was fine the tiredness brought on by the late election night vanished, but she wasn’t sure why the woman on the phone was calling. The British woman told how she met Arthur on her flight to Heathrow and was kind enough to take the day after “deadheading” all night (strange term) and using her day off when she should have been sleeping to show Arthur some of the highlights of London before taking him to check into his dormitory. She sounds like a real sweet person Abby thought but wasn’t totally comfortable with the call.
As Colette Bentley went on though she was taken with the Brit’s friendly presentation. When the woman told her that she could get free flights for her to and from Heathrow she found it hard to believe that it could happen, but the woman kept insisting, telling her that she would be working the flights herself both ways. After they had hung up, Abby was in a dither. Going immediately to their bedroom she wakened her husband who was grumpy from be jostled from his deep sleep. After he was able to think more clearly, he understood what she was telling him and said, “I’ve heard that airline employees had those kinds of perks, but I thought it only included family ... she could lie about you being family but that’s not our concern.” Shaking his head, he smiled and said, “Imagine our shy boy making friends with an airline stewardess of all things.”
His comment about Arthur being shy irritated her and she returned, “What’s that supposed to mean? Arthur is not as shy as you might think.” She felt her face warm as she blushed and thought I hope he can’t imagine some of the thoughts I’ve been having about our son. “He hasn’t dated much but according to his friends he certainly appeals to girls. He’s just been more into his studies. He IS studying in England after all and is not even out of high school.”
“If he is not being distracted by his stewardess friend,” Gary said with a smirking grin.
“It’s not like that at all Gary, she’s close to our age. They’re just friends. I swear Gary all of you men think alike. You all have just one thing on your mind.” But you haven’t been doing that one thing with me lately she thought.
“So, Gary said, “what makes you think that your son might not be thinking that way Mrs. Chadwick? From what I’ve heard those airline stewardesses are quite a promiscuous bunch. And by the way, what makes you think she’s our age.”
“Well, when I asked how long she had been with the airline she said twenty-two years.”
Gary rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah but I imagine she still looks pretty good. They don’t employ toads you know.”
Abby thought about it. Colette Bentley’s personality certainly came across on the phone as sparkling, which fixed in her mind’s eye the image of an attractive, fit woman. She didn’t have the time or presence of mind to think about it while they were talking on the phone, but Gary saying, ”Promiscuous bunch” and ”looks pretty good,” hit her with a strong twinge of jealousy. The fact that she must be at least approaching her own age made Abby think could Arthur be interested sexually in a woman of her age. But Abby’s practical side reasoned that the Bentley woman must have been struck with a bit of awe that a boy so young was actually heading to college, something which probably stimulated her “motherly” instincts with a desire to make sure the young man—boy really—got started on a good footing. Promiscuous? If that’s the case, she surely must be interested in seasoned sex partners rather than a naïve boy.
The recurring thought maybe their mothers should be their sexual mentors had traipsed through her mind since she was in high school, when the boys she was familiar with had zero concept of how to make love to a girl. The thought made her blush, her heartbeat harder, and her breathing increase.
Noticing his wife’s nostrils flaring Gary said, “Is anything wrong Abby?”
“It just makes me mad Gary when everything always comes around to sex, which by the way we haven’t been having much of lately.”
“So,” Gary said, “The idea of our son having sex with an airline stewardess makes me horny. Does it you?”
It did but she was at the point in the squabble where she had to maintain the position of the proper, moralistic mother. “Honestly, Gary is your default position on male/female relationships only about having sex?”
“Well baby if you had to deal with something like this every morning (he threw the covers back and uncovered his morning wood that was protruding through the fly of is pajamas) you might be inclined to think this way more often yourself.”
Jesus, she thought I’ve been thinking about sex with you for the last two months with nothing to show for it and said, “You’ve neglected me sexually for months you asshole. You might be interested in getting it on with me now, but I’ve been begging for it since the election campaign began.” Then she thought with no small amount of venom all our life together I’ve been the one asking for sex. Why can’t you be an aggressor for once and MAKE me do something. Demand that I suck your cock or something. Instead, she put her left knee on the mattress and levered herself up, bringing her right knee over his body while grabbing his cock. Swiping his knob through the trough of her moist vagina she let gravity do what it did best and impaled herself on his erection.
She knew he wouldn’t do much more than thrust upward as she rode him until he came, and he always came too soon. I have a clitoris you could rub for Chrissakes. Tell me to sit on your face or tell me that you want to fuck me in the ass. As she brought her finger to her clitoris to get herself off before he came, she thought why I couldn’t have married a dominant, exciting man rather than such a wimp in bed as you. I hope our son doesn’t disappoint women the way you have. It would be such a waste of his beautiful, big cock. GEEZE, why did I think of THAT? Though it always made her feel guilty, since that day four years ago when she saw what she wasn’t supposed to see she had often thought of her son’s unrealistic prominence.
When Gary rolled out of bed and headed for the shower Abby turned on her back and brought her hand to her still swollen clit, easing her fingertip around its slippery, cum-coated prominence which sent tendrils of electricity to her nipples and toes on her way to one more solitary orgasm. At least I can still feel the memory of Gary’s cock moving inside me she thought. And There it was again, that image of Arthur’s erect penis that she saw that day. The vivid memory, which never seemed to have left her made her rub her clitoris with a renewed purpose. Once she achieved a more intense orgasm than her first, she lay there in a quandary of thoughts that had continued growing from that fateful day.
It happened four years ago. The day was Monday October 1st, it was an “in-service-day” for teachers at Arthur’s school. Her thirteen-year-old son had the day off and Abby had allowed him to sleep in. At 1:30am she had awakened from an erotic dream and desperately needed service from her husband. As usual her hubby rarely responded kindly when she awoke him in the middle of the night for sex. But she was intent upon getting him hard and having him fuck her to at least one orgasm. He was lying on his back when she reached over and felt his limp, lifeless penis. Wriggling into position she laid her head on his stomach, pulled on his flaccid member, and sucked his soft head into her mouth. As she suckled and licked him to full erection, he didn’t awaken but she straddled his body, mopped his knob in her wet groove, centered it in her opening, let herself drop on his pulsing erection.
“Jesus honey,” Gary said in a groggy voice, “Why do you have to do this when I’m sleeping,” then yawned loudly. As she rode him, he bucked weakly against some of her bounces. When he had eventually came and his penis was softening, he said, “I have to pee,” and went to the bathroom while Abby got herself off to her first orgasm. When he got back in bed he immediately drifted back to sleep.
After the honeymoon and their first year of marriage sex was routine, there was little romance from Gary, little foreplay and only enough fucking to get his gun off with no cuddling afterwards. Abby had many orgasms but those were mostly the result of grinding masturbation, aiding her cause through the application of a couple of sex toys she had bought on vacation. After a while she stopped trying to excite her husband, Sex became merely fucking.
That Monday October 1st was a routine day for Abby in her routine life. It was washday. As she separated clothes from sheets, she noticed that one of Arthur’s sheets had numerous tannish stains on them which reminded her of potato chips. When she realized what they were and had either gotten there because of wet dreams or masturbation she smiled and chuckled. Her body warmed as she thought about her son finally entering puberty. Her thoughts of Arthur’s wet dreams were clinical but those of him masturbating caused a different, more urgent kind of feeling in her tummy. She remembered how she had started masturbating when she was going through puberty and how she began exploring her own body. The pleasure she discovered in orgasms added richness to her life. A popular girl in school Abby remembered how boys would ogle her sometimes standing close to her and sniffing as if they were male dogs. When dating she struggled with boys wanting to get into her pants and fuck her. Her youngest aunt, only seven years older than she, advised her that she could forestall the breaking of her own cherry by giving blowjobs to her boyfriend as she had done. What Aunt Carole didn’t tell her was how much she would enjoy having boys cocks in her mouth. I wonder what Arthur would think of THAT she thought at the time she was doing the laundry. Then, with a harrumphing chuckle she said, “I wonder which girls be sucking MY boy’s cock?” SHAME ON YOU she thought after having considered I wish it could be me.
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