A New One - one, one, one one; a new year and a new day. I need a new. She turned and looked at the nightstand But she was awake and alive and still a bit buzzy from the party last night. It was two in the morning by the time the last of the guests had left their house. Quite a blow-out it had been. There was a sense of revelry which seemed to push the boundaries of all other previous New Year parties which they had given. The kids had been old enough to join in the festivities and had some of their college friends over.
The multi-generational mix had added a feeling of rejuvenation for the middle-age group which had traditionally attended their holiday blasts.
Perhaps it was a spirit of passing the touch to a younger group of adults as the next era was beginning. Perhaps it was the passing of the joints brought by the kids that the older folks were toking like they were back in school themselves. Whatever the chemistry of margaritas and marijuana, wine and weed, gin and joints; there was a wild, wanton, wicked, wonderful time had by all. Dancing bordered on seduction, games were played for little sexual favors, clothing was loose and so were the morals of some of the guests.
The spare bedroom was locked several times through the evening. Certain folks shared the bathroom with persons of the opposite sex, for rather longer than needed for usual purposes. It had not turned into an orgy, but it was as close to one as she had ever been.
Save from a few lingering kisses several of the male guests gave her upon leaving, she had missed out on the sneaky fun everyone else seem to be having. But the youth had not followed through. She wondered if her husband had made any passes at some of the women last night. He was a notorious flirt but seldom made any serious attempt to go any further; at least while she was around. Last night was a very liberated occasion though, perhaps he had chanced it. There was certainly a period where she had lost track of him for nearly a half an hour.
Since they were brief flings, and she and he otherwise had a great relationship, she had forgiven him. Still, it had pissed her off each time. She had thought about getting even but never found anyone she would want to do it with. Well, she thought to herself honestly, maybe that kid last night might have been fun.
Yet she wanted to have sex with someone she was fond of at least, not a quick roll in the sack with physical gratification the only motive. Intimacy was so much better when coupled with caring. Mutual giving made the act of love special and sweet and added to the sensual pleasure.
She arose and slipped on a light robe over her nude form. She was still trim in her petite figure. Her breast sagged only a little and her tummy was kept tight with exercise. A couple of tennis games a week gave her bottom a firm feel and her legs an athletic muscle tone. She bet that the kid from last night enjoyed squeezing her buns.
She descended the stairs to the kitchen for a Screwdriver to stave off a hangover, but discovered there was no more orange-juice left. However she found half a fat joint in one of the ashtrays, brought in from the perfunctory clean up effort at the end of the party. She had smoke a lot of pot in her youth, and on a few rare occasions since.
Things changed with work and marriage and kids. But she did miss the freedom of times gone bye, now and then. She went out to the deck in the back of the house. No one up, no one to see, everything cool; she lit the marijuana and sat in a lounge chair as she sucked in the first toke. It seemed to her the idea setting for a retreat from all the concerns and duties being a grown up had.
The grass was powerful, or maybe it had been so long since she had smoke some. In any case it was beginning to make her nice and high. Only one problem, she got horny when she got high. She reached between her legs and started to finger herself. In an instant she was wet. She took another toke. Maybe she should go back upstairs and see if her husband could get it up. Well, there was always her trusty dildo. She had another hit of reefer and felt really mellow.
She inhaled deeply the smoke once more and held it in like an old pro. The analgesic properties of the euphoric drug made it easier by now to do that. She felt a rush, it seemed to go in both directions from her lungs. Straight to her head making a dizzy swimming, and straight to her cunt making a hot tingling.
She got up from the chair she had been sitting on. The motion made her head spin too. He also was in a robe, the silk one they had given him for that Christmas. He nodded vigorously to indicate that it had been an excellent time. The dope had dissolved her discretion if not her inhibitions. At the question though, her son had spasmed out the smoke, startled by the unexpected query from his mother of all people. But I got back for the last few hours of the party and it was a swell shindig, mom.
You and dad welcome in the new millennium by making love? Do you have his number? But honestly, I could use a good lay. Maybe when your father gets up this afternoon I can tear him away from the TV and football to ball him.
She started to cry. He took the joint and snubbed it out in an ashtray then took her in his arms and hugged her. Are you sad because you think dad cheated on you again? The next was passionate and longer. The third was hot and when he slipped his tongue in between her lips she involuntarily opened her mouth to let it slip further.
Then she found herself responding to the kissing with her own tongue and hugging him close with her arms around his waist as he pressed her compact figure to his solid frame holding her on her back so that her breasts were firmly mashed against his chest. She had known that her handsome son had grownup to be a stud, a beefcake, masculine and obviously virile when he walked around the house in his jockey shorts in the morning, his erection often conspicuous.
She had never scolded him because secretly she got a kick out of seeing how big and sexy her baby had grown. His sister stopped bitching about it a couple of years ago when they were both finally of college age. She wondered if her daughter had gotten over being embarrassed by the exhibitionism of his masculinity because she too came to appreciate the opportunity to have a good-looking brother parading around with a Playgirl centerfold body on display.
Then he returned his left hand to the small of her back. This gave her the opportunity to lean back somewhat away from his chest but this was the very thing he had counted on. She felt his warm large right hand part the front of her robe to cup her naked tit and stroke the nipple with his thumb. His head bent again to kiss her. Her nipple was erect with the stimulation it was receiving.
She was practically dripping between her legs and even the rosette of her asshole felt excited. Now he could see that she wore only the open robe, her pussy hair was a reddish brown triangle and the strawberries of her nipples played peekaboo from the sides of her robe. Then her son reach down to open his own robe. It too, was all that he wore. She found herself starring straight down at a solid pillar of male flesh, with veins along the side.
A mushroom head of an awesome purple shade glistened with precum seeping from the open hole in the tip. She felt him slip his hands and arms inside her gown to draw mother and man-child in a full frontal nudity embrace. It was a moment so erotic and powerful that she knew then she had lost what ever will she ever had to resist his advances from then on. For here it was; here he was; someone which she did cared about, who would share a love special and sweet and sensual, she trusted him and they knew each other in an intimate way that was leading to physical intimacy also.
The physical union was united by a spiritual one and soon his heighten pleasure would be in her deepest self. Her head bent slightly to be at the perfect angle to suck his nipples. His look of surprise and the delight told her that this was a new thing which she was teaching him. Her mothering in teaching him about the finer points of carnal thrills made all the keener her desire to have him as a lover.
The son she bore was soon to reenter the womb and complete the cycle of life. The two robes fell the floor leaving the pair unrestricted in their exploration of each others bodies. Her head was drawn up for kisses by his gentle hands.
He kissed her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks, lips; and open mouth kiss followed, their tongues danced together. He kissed down her neck on one side and moved, kiss by kiss, to the opposite shoulder, then lower and over and lower like a falling leaf, until at last his worshiping mouth drew in the aching nipple of her left breast.