Happy

Happy

It never even crossed my mind that he was capable of such a thing. I wasn't just stunned; I lost my mind and my voice when he touched me like that for the first time. But did I give him any reason to?

I don't remember ever feeling anything like it. Maybe it was when a boy touched me for the first time on a date. No, that was a different feeling. Young and inexperienced, I was breathless with fear mixed with anticipation of something unknown, desired, and forbidden. But now...

His heart in his chest was beating like a huge drum, echoing with dull reverberations in every particle of my body, filling it with a pleasant, voluptuous

languor.

He suddenly embraced me from behind, gently kissed my neck, and then his palms slid into the slit of my robe, covering my bare, uncovered breasts. His fingers squeezed the tense, puckered nipples. My knees buckled, thousands of lightning bolts ran through my body, fanning the barely smoldering embers of love's fire in my lower belly.

"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he exhaled with a kind of sadness and hopelessness, letting me go, and without another word, went to his room.

I was stunned. It happened so quickly and unexpectedly, so surreal, that I couldn't believe it was real, but the tingling in my nipples and the swirling, aching languor in my lower belly echoed back:

"It happened, ... it happened..."

"You want him, ... you want him..."

My trembling legs couldn't hold me at all, and I sat down on a stool in the kitchen, leaning my elbows on the table, cradling my head in my hands:

"No, this can't be! Did I give him any reason at all?"

"Yes, he sees that my husband and I have had problems in our relationship for a long time..."

"My husband is more interested in my former friend Natalya than in me now, ... but did I give his son from his first marriage any reason to behave like that with me?"

"I love our shared daughter with my husband and him equally..."

"Yes, of course, he doesn't feel quite the same love for me as a son should for a mother..."

"Tender, loving, handsome, he sees in me not just a mother, but a beautiful, lonely, unhappy woman..."

"And I am grateful to him for that love..."

"Yes, I have fallen in love with him, I don't feel towards him as one should towards a son. But I never gave him any reason, not by hint or by action. Why did he do this?"

"No, this is too much, I need to talk to him..."

***

"Seryozha," I said, trying to look as sternly as possible into his eyes, "I didn't understand what happened this morning. How can you behave like that with me? Am I your peer?"

"Mom," he smiled tenderly in response, "I'm far from a boy. I've had more than one girlfriend, and I know perfectly well how a woman behaves when she likes me. Your words, your looks, your movements..."

"It's more than a mother's love..."

"I feel sorry for you, sorry to see your loneliness...," serious notes sounded in his voice, "... he's just tormenting you. That Natasha. Why did you bring her into the family? He talks to her more now than to us..."

"Leave him and I'll stay with you!" he hugged me by the shoulders and immediately thousands of lightning bolts ran through my body. "Because I love you! What are you afraid of?"

"Thank you," I lowered my eyes, feeling an inner tremor. "You're still young, it's all so complicated..."

Warmth from his palms spreads throughout my body, filling every particle with feelings of love and passion. No, my skin is surprisingly sensitive. Sometimes it's even hard for me to wear underwear, and I take it off at every opportunity, putting on a loose, silky, delicate dress that perhaps doesn't make me attractive, but more accessible. And now, as if on purpose, I'm only wearing a silk robe and lace panties...

And he didn't miss that...

He takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom, doesn't turn on the light, closing the door behind him.

It's dark, warm, and humid here. A washing machine hums quietly in the corner, but who cares? That's even good. Neither we, nor our daughter in her room, can hear anything...

He kisses my lips. Kisses me voluptuously, as a lover kisses his beloved woman. His trembling hands caress my body, or maybe it's my body trembling, meeting him halfway? He embraces me from behind, pressing against my back, gently kisses my neck, my earlobe. Now each breast is completely at his disposal, his property...

Warm palms gently caress them, my nipples tensed, responding with languid tingling, a real fire of love and passion ignites in my lower belly...

The hem of my robe, as if in slow motion, slowly crept up, and the lace panties slid down my thighs, falling at my feet like a flag of surrender.

It was as if I was struck by electricity when his palm covered my crotch, the moist, hairy labia. Oh, how good! I completely lost my mind. How his touch excites me!

I lean forward, resting my hands on the edge of the bathtub, completely surrendering to the sensations. He quickly finds the entrance to the cave leading to the altar of love with his trembling, tense steel rod, and thrusts from behind deep into my belly.

His flesh completely fills my womb, from tension and desire, a fine tremor runs down my legs. Oh, how good! No, I've never experienced anything like this...

"This is exactly how I imagined it," his voice barely reached me, "in my fantasies on sleepless nights..."

He moves his hips, penetrating me deeper and deeper, quietly sharing his fantasies that tormented his soul for many years. They are so beautiful that they become mine too...

I feel that he's about to come. How I want to shudder in orgasm simultaneously with him.

And suddenly, spasms gripped my lower abdomen, the muscles of my vagina convulsively twitched, a wave of convulsive contractions ran along its walls, and the first portion of hot seed gushed in a stream, burning everything inside, tearing a moan of voluptuousness from my lips...

He kisses my neck again, gently caressing my breast, and the love juices flow from my womb, slowly sliding down the insides of my thighs...

His hands on my face tell me this was more than ordinary lust...

And I answered him, kissing him, not only as a mother, but as a beloved...

How happy I am...

I don't know if we were loud or not, but our daughter didn't pay any attention to our absence at all.

***

I'm watching TV, but I don't see anything there. All my thoughts are about my son. How I want to approach, touch, hug him...

And finally, we are alone.

"Mom, I want to kiss you," he quietly approaches me, hugs my shoulders, and his lips reach for mine.

"No, what are you doing!" I sharply pull away from his kiss and whisper quietly, "What if Oksana or your father sees..."

He makes an offended face, like a child whose favorite toy has been taken away.

"Darling, don't be offended, I want it too. But not here!" I gently run my fingertips over his cheek. "Go outside, I'll come out soon..."

***

"Seryozhka, what are we doing?" I exhaled quietly as soon as his lips left mine. "This isn't right..."

"Mom, don't think about father. You and I both know perfectly well that you don't need him. Neither he, nor anyone else but me..."

"Darling, neither your father nor your sister will understand our relationship..."

"Mom, forgive me, but I can't live without you..."

"I can't and don't want to live without you either, but we have to be careful. No one should find out about this..."

"What if I get pregnant?" I sighed heavily, looking into his eyes. "What then? What will we do?"

"You'll be the most beautiful pregnant woman in the world!"

How pleasant his words were to me! How happy I am...

"They'll get even bigger," he cupped my breasts, started teasing me, "they'll fill with milk. How wonderful that will be!"

"Oh, Seryozhka," was all I could exhale. "What a child you still are..."

"Did you think I'd get scared, wouldn't touch you anymore, would stop loving you? No, I will love you forever!"

"If you don't want to be alone with me, I'll have to drag you somewhere by force...," a smile slid across his lips, "... maybe even into the bathroom again..."

"Silly boy, you don't need to drag me anywhere by force," I saw a voluptuous flash in his eyes. "I'm ready to go wherever you call me..."

And our lips merged again in a voluptuous kiss. We kissed like teenagers, frantically caressing each other until orgasm shook our bodies.

I had never felt so happy...

***

The next day, as luck would have it, was a day off. Everyone was home, but that only excited him more. He couldn't and didn't want to stop caressing me even for a while.

Every time no one was around, he would either touch my breast or try to slip under the hem of my robe. I begged him to stop, whispering barely audibly, and sometimes just with a look:

"Have you lost your mind!"

And he begged me to take off my panties. Teased and blackmailed me:

"Mom, if you love me, do it. Ask me for something, and I'll do it for you? Want me to get on my knees right now and kiss your ass? Lie on the sofa, spread your legs, and I'll kiss your pussy! And I don't care if someone might see."

"Seryozhka, stop...," everything inside me was trembling. "Don't talk nonsense."

He played and played with me, forcing me to do reckless things. Maybe it was stupid, but I took off my panties.

No one was in the apartment when he came up behind me, lifted the hem of my robe, and his finger slid unhindered into my heated womb. It was terribly arousing, I had no strength to endure and resist, and although my daughter could come any minute, I took his hand and led him to the room.

Taking off my robe, completely naked, I knelt before him:

"Come here, my boy..."

He approached, and I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees. No, I had never done this for anyone, but for him...

There was no strength to resist my desire...

I felt his velvety head, dripping with juices, in my mouth. Oh, how pleasant it was. I wanted him to come like he never had with others. And I would swallow every drop of his seed, drink it all without a trace! I wanted to be the woman of his most perverted fantasies!

What immense pleasure I got from this, how happy I was...

***

The next evening, Sergei went out for a walk without saying a word to anyone, and I was supposed to go out to the store shortly after. We met and went to a movie theater on the other side of town. In the half-empty theater, we sat in the last row. How we kissed, caressing each other. I hadn't experienced anything like it since my youth.

In the middle of the show, he quietly said:

"That's it, I can't take it anymore. A friend went on a business trip, left the keys to his apartment. Let's go..."

***

I was lying naked on the bed with still damp hair when he came out of the shower, holding a tube of Vaseline. Everything became clear immediately, I knew what he wanted...

It was hard for me to understand why men want a woman exactly there? After the initial shock, I realized a simple thing: if he likes it, then I should like it too!

When his finger, after gently massaging the brown bud of the rose of my anus, slid inside to the first knuckle, my heart clenched, my breath caught. No man had ever touched it like that, enjoyed its tightness. It was virginal!

And immediately I remembered my old girlfriend, who in great secrecy told me that her already grown-up son loved to suck her breasts, and she couldn't do anything about it. But not so much because of his desire, but because of the moments of pleasure she experienced herself. Oh, if only she knew what I was getting into...

His finger slowly and gently widened the natural tightness of the sphincter more and more. And now not one, but two fingers forced the bud to open, to turn into a trembling flower of love.

He kissed my back, caressing my breasts with his hands, and I felt the velvety head press against my anus, its walls yielded, letting the desired flesh inside. His hips began to move, everything around started spinning, and it seemed to me that from the pleasure I lost consciousness.

***

Exhausted, we were lying on the bed when I glanced at the clock.

"It's already half past eleven," I jumped up sharply, started putting on my underwear. "Seryozha, we have to go home..."

"Mom, I'll stay here, you go..."

***

Ten minutes later by taxi, I was already home. It's funny, but my husband didn't listen to me at all when I told him I met a girlfriend and went to her place, not noticing while chatting how late it had gotten. He didn't care, and probably, neither did I...

I knew he was already my ex-husband...

***

Sleep wouldn't come to me at all. I lay there, thinking about what was happening, trying to understand myself...

But what is there to understand, I was happy...

"I wonder, where will his erotic fantasy lead him next? What else does he want to do with me?"

I remembered what he had told me, and my palm slid over my breast, my fingers voluptuously squeezed my nipple...

"I know," a guess flashed through my head, and a languid ache began in my lower belly.

No, I had