Several of my closest girlfriends had confessed to me over the years that they were having sex with their sons. I never judged them for that or thought less of them as friends. They told me that Roger and I were going to become lovers too when he got a little older, but I didn’t believe them at the time. When it did happen, I decided to start this journal. My girlfriends thought that writing about the love affairs between mothers and sons was a great idea and asked me if I would include their stories as wellRoger and I had always been very close. We were best friends, confidants, sharing our most intimate feelings and thoughts. We went everywhere together. We did everything together except sleep together but that was about to change. I mean there really wasn’t much to do in our little country town for a young widow and her teenage son. We held hands when we went out for walks, we hugged and kissed often, but I never recognized the sexual tension that was building up between us until it exploded over the Fourth of July weekend in 2005.Roger turned 16 on July 2nd and I decided to surprise him with a date night on the town. I had worked hard to keep my girly figure Ataşehir escort bayan and face and at forty I could pass easily for a girl in her twenties. Roger was big for his age with a rugged complexion and passed for a guy in his late teens or early twenties. I had stopped wearing my wedding band after my husband’s death during Desert Storm; all I wore was my diamond engagement ring, so people often took Roger and me to be a couple. We hadn’t had a date night in several weeks so I spent the day before shopping for just the right outfit to wear. I found it at a very exclusive boutique. A whites, Lycra, halter-top mini dress with rhinestone accent, a matching g-string, and black, sheer thigh-highs with ruffles and bows. I hoped that Roger would like the outfit but I could never have guessed how much he would like it.I had made elaborate plans. First an early evening movie, then dinner and dancing. After a long leisurely bubble bath, I powdered and perfumed my body before slipping into my sexy new outfit. Roger glanced up as I started down the stairs, his dropping open as he took in my scantily clad body.”Wow! Mom, you’re Escort Ümraniye one very hot looking lady.””Well, then, let’s make this a real date night. Drop the mom and call me Rita. Now we better get a move on or we’ll be late for the movie and you know how much I hate walking in after a movie’s already started.”As we sped along the back country roads in my little sports car, the air worked my dress higher up on my thighs until it settled around my hips, my white lace g-string in plain sight.”You like my new outfit, Roger?”Roger was sitting sideways in his seat, his eyes traveling slowly over my body. “Like it, Mo…Rita? It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you wear. You’ve got one fucking hot body.””Yeah! Yeah! So fucking hot that I can’t get laid. Hell, Roger, if it wasn’t for finger fucking myself I wouldn’t have any sex life at all anymore. I can’t remember how long it’s been since a man made me cum. To make things even worse, playing with myself doesn’t really satisfy me any longer. All it does for me is make hornier moments after I have an orgasm.””Yeah, masturbation sucks. It’s not so bad for me now though because I’ve Bostancı escort started jerking off in one of your soiled panties while I lick the crotch of another pair.””Oh, Lord, Roger, what a fucking turn on. Why didn’t you share this with me before?”Like I said earlier, Roger and I could share our most intimate thoughts and feelingsRoger didn’t have time to answer because we had arrived at the Movie Theater. We arrived just before the movie was to start and took our usual seats in the balcony. Usually we had the balcony to ourselves but that afternoon it was almost full of young couples. It was understood that the balcony was for lovers so the older, more reserved moviegoers avoided it. Couples sat in the balcony to make out, to indulge in some heavy petting, not to watch the movie. They were young couples that had no where else to go to have a little freedom. The movie came on, an old Julie Robert’s movie, “Pretty Woman.”They had lovers in mind when they designed the balcony seating because the seats actually reclined and the armrest folded up so couples could cuddle without having an armrest between them. I was still thinking about what Roger had told me in the car when he slipped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me over against him. My head fell naturally on his shoulder as I reveled in how good it felt to be held again.”Honey…do you like her legs? Do you thinks Julie Roberts is pretty? Sexy?””Yeah, Rita, she pretty enough but she isn’t the one turning me on.