Sam resumed talking to Kevin every day again, and I figured things were back to normal. I, however, kept thinking of ways to get her mind back onto the subject. I even wondered if I should bring it up again when we were making love, but heck, I didn't want to ruin a good screw. Even if it was back to ordinary sex. It seemed that since Kevin was interested in his mom and Sam, when intoxicated, was fascinated by him, I couldn't fantasize about it anymore. Trust me, I tried, but when I did my mind would wander to how to make it happen instead.
It was now Thanksgiving, and Kevin was coming back for the holiday. Only this time, he was bringing a guest, a girl he met. It seemed I didn't need to give him advice after all. Sam of course was running around the house, frantically tidying up and asking me a million questions in the process.
"So what did he tell you about this girl?" she asked, fluffing the sofa pillows.
"You talk to him more than I do. I didn't even know he had a girlfriend."
"I hope he knows she's not sleeping in his room with him," she stated firmly.
"Jesus, Sam, they're adults."
"That might be true, but there still won't be any hanky-panky going on in here."
"Are you listening to yourself? Don't you remember when we were that age?"
"Oh yes I do, and that's exactly why I'm saying this!"
"So let me get this straight: it's because of what we did?"
"No. Not because of how sexually active we were."
"Then what?"
"It...it just isn't going to happen, that's all."
"Sam, please don't tell me you're jealous."
"JEALOUS?!" she yelled, holding her hips.
"Yeah. Jealous of the fact that your son might be having sex with a girl."
"What! I... No, that's not it. It's because...I..."
I interrupted her babbling and said, "Calm down, honey, it's okay. I understand. You're having trouble dealing with that fact that he's a grown man fucking a girl. Nevertheless, it was going to happen someday, so I think you should just accept that fact."
Sam sighed, "Okay, you're right. Maybe I am jealous."
Standing next to her, I held her in my arms and whispered, "It's only natural for you to feel that way."
We kissed passionately as we heard the front door open.
"Boy, you two are always at it," Kevin teased, walking into the house. He introduced his girlfriend Meadow, and we talked for a bit. Sam excused herself to go finish preparing dinner and Meadow asked if she needed a hand. My wife took her up on the offer, leaving me and Kevin a chance to catch up.
I asked him about Meadow and got the entire low down, in more detail than I'm sure he told Sam, and I found out what a little vixen she was. I had a hard time controlling myself as Kevin went on about all the places they'd had sex.
This talk brought me back to when Sam and I were younger, and I couldn't help but tell him about our own sexual encounters—very proudly, I might add.
"Jesus, Dad! Mom was that naughty?"
I just smiled and said, "Hey, we were young and frisky too, you know."
"I guess," was his reply.
"So listen son, is she the one?"
"The one what?"
I went into detail about how I knew his mother was the love of my life and just wanted to know if Meadow made him feel the same way.
"I don't know, Dad. This is all new to me."
Okay, I figured, he's young and isn't sure of himself yet. Maybe he needs more time to search out his true feelings for this girl; I dropped the subject.
Kevin and I watched a couple of ball games while the girls chatted in the kitchen, finishing the Thanksgiving meal.
When it was finally ready, we all sat down and I thanked Sam for preparing such a wonderful feast, making a holiday toast with my wine glass.
Sam sat to my right while Kevin and Meadow sat across from us. In appearance, it looked like Sam accepted my son's choice in a woman, but occasionally I would catch her making some expression or other after Meadow made a comment.
We all sat and chatted after dinner while consuming a couple more glasses of wine. Sam wasn't drunk but was definitely feeling its effects. When she asked Meadow a few embarrassing questions like, "So when did you lose your virginity?" I spoke up and told her it was time for bed.
We all departed to our appropriate rooms, and I was truthfully happy Sam didn't make a stink about them sharing a room together. In fact, I actually couldn't have planned a better scenario.
We were only in bed for about ten minutes when things started to get a bit heated. Apparently, Meadow didn't have a problem expressing herself, and the muffled sounds of their lovemaking could be heard from our room.
"My God, do you hear them?" Sam huffed.
Rolling on my side, I snuggled next to her, pushing my leg between hers, and whispered, "Sounds like they're having fun."
"Yes, maybe. It's just... well...I don't know. It just seems improper for them to be doing that when we're right here."
Rubbing my thigh on her sweet spot, I said, "Just think back to when we were young. Did we care? Listen how passionate they sound."
Sam sighed, "I guess," and took my cock in her hands.
I took that as a sign of acceptance and lightly tickled her clit. Sam's breathing quickened as our stroking increased.
Centering myself on top of my wife, I eased my dick inside, and she moaned. Her legs opened wide as we slowly fucked, listening to Meadow's sounds of pleasure.
Sam was getting into it. Her pussy was sopping wet as Meadow's whines got louder and faster. I then made a shocking discovery: my wife's hips would thrust upward in sync to Meadow's cries of pleasure.
Did she know this? I thought. We then heard Meadow's muffled whimper, "Fuck me harder, Kevin!" and I felt Sam's pussy tighten up as she gasped loudly, "Oh fffuuuck!!"
Building up my tempo, I leaned next to her ear and groaned, "Listen to that, honey. She's fucking your little man. His cock is driving her crazy."
"Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh!" she huffed and grabbed my ass as she thrashed around.
"Can you see it?" I dared to say, grabbing her thighs and lunging forward.
"Yess..." she hissed.
"He's going to make her cum. She wants it so badly."
"Oh fuck, Jarid! Ugh! Mmmm... Oh my God!"
"Listen to them. Listen to how he's pounding her."
"Mmmm...ohhh... Ohhh!" she panted
"Cum with her. Let your boy make you cum."
"OH FUCK!! Yes!! I'm cumming!" she screamed, releasing the most intense orgasm I ever felt her have, thrusting, grunting, and clawing at my back. I fucked her through it and exploded, holding my throbbing dick deep inside her as she quivered under me.
With the sweat pouring from us, I rested my head on her, my spent cock inside as I nuzzled her and whispered, "That was great, honey."
"That was so nasty of us," she giggled, rubbing my back.
I fell into a deep sleep just like that.
When morning arrived, Sam had somehow managed to maneuver out from under me as she wasn't in the bedroom. Tossing on a robe I wandered down to the kitchen and found her fixing breakfast with Kevin and Meadow sitting around the table.
"Morning, dear," Sam said with a gleaming look.
I kissed her cheek and replied, "Morning, honey."
"Take a seat, this is almost ready," I heard as I poured a hot cup of coffee and sat next to the kids.
In the processes of enjoying my java, I caught Meadow glancing at me with a strange smirk, followed by Kevin giving her a bump with his shoulder.
"Am I missing something?" I said, causing Meadow to bust out laughing.
"Shh! Meadow!" Kevin shouted, shaking her by the arm.
"Don't mind them, dear. They've been acting like this since they got up."
Sam placed the breakfast on the table: biscuits with gravy and scrambled eggs. I was famished from last night's sexual romp and dug right in. Wow, did it taste good.
I was right in the middle of taking a mouthful of food, and I almost choked when Sam said, "Kind of loud last night, weren't you two?"
I started to cough and then Meadow replied, "We weren't the only ones!"
Clearing my throat, I spoke up, "Okay, okay... Let's just agree we were all kind of preoccupied." They all laughed and thankfully that ended it.
Kevin and Meadow left that evening, and as I sat by my wife, I asked her what she really thought about Meadow.
"I guess she's okay for him."
I was happy she said that and cozied up next to her.
Time seemed to fly by and, before I knew it, Christmas was right around the corner. Our son arrived at home, only this time alone. Meadow had gone to spend time with her own parents over the holiday break. I think that made Sam extremely happy, although she never said it.
Two days before Christmas, Sam and Kevin went to do some shopping, leaving me home by myself. I was happy as spending tireless hours browsing various stores just didn't appeal to me. I had actually fallen asleep on the couch by the time they arrived back home.
"Enjoy your nap?" Sam asked, setting a bunch of bags down.
"I'll get the wrapping paper," I heard Kevin say as I sat up.
"Think I'll go get some eggnog. You want some?" I said.
"Yes please," she replied, spreading the items she bought out over the floor.
Over the next few hours, I watched Sam and Kevin as they sat on the floor wrapping gifts and sipping eggnog. It felt so relaxing listening to the holiday music as they bustled about.
I was just about to doze off when Sam sat up and stretched her back, and I heard my son ask, "You stiff, mom?"
"Oh, yes. Very."
"I can give you a massage."
Sam chuckled kind of sarcastically. "Really?"
"Yeah, just lay right here." He patted in front of him.
With slit eyes, I watched as Sam laid on her tummy and Kevin straddled her, resting on her thighs just beneath her ass.
"Just relax, Mom," he said as he worked his digits into her upper shoulders.
"Oh... That does feel good," she cooed.
"Shh, just close your eyes and relax," Kevin said softly, working his fingers and palms down the center of her back.
Sam's arms were resting at her sides, but as his hands moved outward across her back they almost rubbed the side of her chest. As if in response, her hands lifted until they were even with her head. Her lips parted slightly and her eyes were closed as Kevin slowly rocked his body while rubbing his hands up and down her back.
I heard her whimper very softly when he adjusted his position and I noticed his groin was digging into her ass while his hands ran up her sides, almost grazing the sides of her breasts.
My heart thumped in my chest. His slow seduction appeared to be working. Sam's mouth opened more as her breath quickened and I saw her legs part slightly, allowing his cock to make better contact with her behind, which I swear lifted up just a smidgen.
Kevin leaned forward and moved his fingers further towards her sides, defiantly brushing her breasts. She sighed in response, which seemed to encourage him. Keeping contact with the edge of her bosom, he moved his fingers inward and grasped her breasts while lunging his groin into her ass.
Sam's head shot up and she gasped, which must have surprised Kevin because he quickly removed his hands and sat up.
"Okay, that's enough," Sam said sternly, squirming her body forward.
Kevin got up as Sam did, and she quickly went to me and said, "Honey, I think we should head up."
"Huh? Oh. Okay, dear," I said, acting like I was asleep.
We went to bed and Sam definitely appeared distressed. As we laid next to each other I asked, "You okay?"
"What? Oh. Yes, dear, I'm fine."
Cuddling up next to her, I whispered, "How was your massage?"
"It was fine," Sam quickly replied.
"Just fine?" I asked, rubbing my hand over her arm.
"Yes."
"Why don't I pick up where he left off?"
"What!" she cried with a questioning look.
I acted puzzled and said, "Relax, honey. What's gotten you so on edge? I figured since Kevin rubbed your back, I could rub your front."
"Oh," she sighed and patted my hand.
Kissing her neck, I ran my palms over her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing her to sigh. Slowly, I ventured lower and kissed her lips while I grazed a finger over her slit.
Fuck, she's already moist, I thought as I tickled her little nub.
Sam's ass bucked upward as I slipped two digits inside her. I whispered, "You're so wet, Sam," as I eased a third digit inside. She whimpered at the invasion. I could tell she was really getting into my finger fucking so I pushed my luck.
"Did Kevin get you this hot?"
That turned out to be a mistake. Her body went stiff, and she very angrily said, "No, he didn't."
She then pulled my fingers out and said, "I'm not in the mood."
I was somewhat startled and replied, "What's wrong? Did I do something?" I knew it was wrong—had always been wrong—but I'd hoped she'd be as open to it as she was on previous occasions.
"No. I'm just feeling very tired now."
With a long sigh, I replied, "Okay," and kissed her cheek as she rolled her body away from me.
Christmas Eve was uneventful, and Samantha appeared to be back to her normal self as she helped Kevin decorate the tree and put the gifts under it. I took several pictures while this was taking place and just kept commenting how great they looked together.
Not wanting to push it, I forewent making any attempts to have sex that night and just cuddled with her.
Christmas morning we exchanged gifts. Kevin got a new laptop and miscellaneous clothing. Sam must have figured he needed a fresh wardrobe for school. I got a pair of house slippers, some ties, and a nice watch. Sam got a gold heart locket from Kevin that had his picture in it; I saw her tear up when she hugged him. From me she got a diamond tennis bracelet.
I saved one present for last and handed it to her myself. Her eyes grew wide when she opened the box and held up the little red sequin dress.
"My God, Jarid, where on Earth do you think I'd wear this?"
"Well, we do have that New Year's Eve party..."
She gave me a peculiar look as she sized up the dress in front of her.
"Jesus, it goes almost right up to my crotch!"
Kevin laughed and then suggested she go try it on.
"I'm not going to wear this."
"Aww, come on Mom. I bet you'd look super hot in it."
I stayed quiet as Sam shot him a steadfast glare and said, "I'm sure not going to put this on now after that remark."
Drawing her attention away from Kevin, I uttered, "Okay honey, I'll return it. I just thought you'd like it."
Sam shook her head and smiled. Giving me a smooch she whispered, "What am I going to do with you?"
I shrugged my shoulders and looked stumped.
"Ok, I'll wear it. Thank you."
"Shouldn't you try it on to make sure it fits? I did just guess at your size," I replied, shooting a fast glance at Kevin.
Sam paused for a second and said, "I guess you're right."
I waited with Kevin down in the living room until she returned. I can't speak for my son, but holy shit did she look sexy. The dress somehow exaggerated her breasts, which were halfway exposed down the middle. No way could she wear a bra since the back was cut very low also. And she was right about the length; if she went to bend over, her sweet little pussy would be exposed for all to see. It actually barely covered the bottom of her ass.
"Holy fuck," I heard my son groan.
"Kevin!" Sam shouted, holding her hips and tapping a foot.
I was speechless myself and could only stare at her beauty, but Sam then yelled at me.
"Are you going to let him say that to me?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, honey," I blurted. "Kevin, that's no way to talk to your hot mother—I mean, mother."
Sam busted out laughing.
"Sorry, dear. I guess it does look very sexy."
"Yes. I can tell by both of your expressions."
Sam did a twirl and I felt my cock jump. I wasn't alone, apparently; Kevin was having a hard time concealing his own erection, so I quickly said, "If it fits okay, I think you should change out of it before you give your poor hubby a heart attack."
Sam smiled and gave me a hard kiss before sashaying back up the stairs.
When she was gone Kevin whispered, "Dad, I really would like a picture of Mom in that."
"I'll see what I can do."
