Her large breasts weren’t as perky as they had been when she was twenty, but they had gotten even bigger and were still quite firm, capped with puffy areolas and long, upturned pink nipples. Her tummy wasn’t as flat as it once was, but she kept herself in good shape with yoga, as her toned, shapely legs testified. Her ass was rounder than ever, and Julia was still very proud of it. She knew that her plump juicy bubble-butt drew more gazes than many a skinny girl’s flat scrawny tushy did.
Every day, as she waited for Mike’s return, Julia went over her thoughts and doubts, evaluating every angle, every possibility, and seriously considering the idea of having sex with her son. She weighed pros an cons, again and again and again, but she could never reach a decision either way. Unfailingly, she would find herself right where she started: torn between temptation, hesitation and arousal.
Eventually though, events took their own course and a decision was made for her.
*****
Julia was silent as they drove back from Mike’s school. He just looked glumly out the window, sometimes stealing glances at his impassible mother then hanging his head, sighing in hopeless resignation. As she parked the car in the driveway and made her way into the house, Julia was composed on the outside while her fury burned inside her.
She barely nodded when Mike told her for the hundredth time how sorry he was. Her piercing gaze followed him as he dejectedly shuffled upstairs to his room. As soon as she heard his door close, Julia let out a strangled growl of frustration. So this was the point things had got to: getting called in by the principal to be told that her son might not be able to graduate unless he got his act together soon.
As if his lack of participation in class, his awful grades and his bad attitude weren’t enough, Mike had got in a fistfight with another kid who had cracked a joke about Mike’s ex girlfriend probably having fun with English boys while he kept crying over her. Mike had got off easy with a slap on the wrist in the end, but the principal told Julia in no uncertain terms that the next time her son ended up in his office, he would have to suspend him and, based on Mike’s current behavior, he had no doubt that there would be a next time. Adding that he was surprised to see a formerly good student spiral out of control so badly and so quickly, the principal advised Julia to intervene before Mike’s situation became irreparable to the point of preventing him from graduating that year.
Julia couldn’t believe it. She was in shock as she nodded silently and then left the principal’s office to take Mike home, feeling like she had a thunderstorm and a fire and a hurricane raging inside her all at the same time. She wasn’t even mad at Mike, she was mad at herself. She was his mother, she was supposed to take care of him and point him in the right direction and help him when he needed to be set straight. But she had failed him, with her procrastination and indecision and lack of initiative. She had seen a solution, considered it and found it viable and yet she hadn’t acted. Sure, it was unorthodox, but at this point all other measures seemed useless. She had waited too long, and now her baby was almost too far gone for her to save him.
That night, all through their silent dinner, Mike told his mother that he was sorry, over and over again, sadly apologizing to her. Julia just smiled weakly at him. She knew what he meant: he was sorry for the pain he was causing her, yes, she saw that, but she could also see that he was apologizing for the fact that he wasn’t going to do anything to change. Julia understood the powerlessness in his eyes and the resignation in his voice as he begged her to forgive him for letting her down. ‘How could I have let things come to this?’ Julia kept asking herself, long after she had done the dishes and Mike had once again retired to his room.