Stevie rinsed herself off after a quick blast, appreciating the relaxing heat of the shower and how it soothed her neck and shoulders. She was maybe too old to headbang now, which didn’t make her so sad. Towelling off she didn’t think twice about sauntering across the landing into her bedroom without a single item of clothing, not even a towel, to cover her blushing naked body.
She slipped into a flimsy low-hanging black velvet camisole top and pair of matching shorts, then drew a soft cotton hooded fleece around herself to keep out the chill. Padding barefoot down the stairs, she invited Lee to grab an ashtray. They would smoke in the warmth and comfort of the living room, snuggled up on the sofa together, while Stevie perused for something to watch on Netflix.
Soon enough they were high and happy, too laid back to want to move at all, while a movie played out on the big flat-screen. Nobody was really paying attention though. Lee kicked his shoes off and sprawled to lie down, his mother falling with him. And soon enough they were spooning.
The heady combination of highness and body-heat, the smoothness of his mother’s body pressed against his – did she know that she was rubbing her butt right up against him? Lee’s cock was now facing south, but it wasn’t soft for long, because every few moments she would wiggle right up against him, light as a feather.
He thought that she was doing it subconsciously, at least told himself that as his heart rate began to rise, and the crotch of his jeans became tight; that was until she nudged right into him as if to deliberately catch his attention.
Was she as baked as he was, or was she aware that his hard cock was pressing into her so obviously?
Stevie rolled around to face him with a spacey, faraway grin. Growing harder, Lee knew that he had lost control over his own body, if he ever had it. Now he was facing down an up-close and personal preview of his mother’s tits, and her camisole did little to contain them. Other than the shoulder straps, the only thing keeping her top up were the two blatant and large erect nipples it hung from.
She was so soft and warm. One hand ruffled his hair, and then cupped his cheek so she could hold his attention and dote on him. She smelled of peaches, her favourite soap scent, and the aroma hypnotised Lee in his dazed state.
‘I could really go for a nice snuggle on the bed right now,’ she purred. He sighed heavily, out of a mixture of both contentment and nervousness. ‘We could just, like, cuddle and talk about things where there’s more room to sprawl and spazz out…’
‘If you like,’ he replied. ‘I’ll turn everything off here first.’
6
What was to come? Lee heard soft music coming from upstairs as he tidied up and turned out the lights. It could have been that his mother simply appreciated the closeness and assumed that things could go no further, but in his mind, his thumping heart, and his aching balls, he doubted it.
He was stoned and not thinking straight. He was pretending and not acting straight. He was horny and not headed straight for his bedroom, at least not to release his frustrations and to sleep.
Quickly and quietly he floated up the stairs and past the low golden light emanating from his mother’s doorway, disappearing into the darkness of his own to strip and put on an appropriate pair of lounge shorts.
And when he found her, Stevie was lying on the bed, her hoodie discarded, knees up, tits up too, with little left to the imagination other than what lay beneath that camisole set. Lee had admitted that he’d seen everything on her before and she knew that was true.
He’d seen her in some situations that would make most people freak the fuck out and die of shame. For Stevie, sex had been something to be frank about, and especially with a teen son with a curious eye for the act of sex.
Well if her son had learned anything about sex, he had seen things with his own eyes that some teens would only see on the internet before very long. And he had learned the faces and sounds a woman made, and the crazy shit that would come out of her mouth in the supercharged heat of passion.
Come to think of it, it had come to her attention recently that Lee had definitely learned a few things. Stevie had seen that with her own eyes. He was quite the heated lover.
Stevie spanned her arms and stretched. On the white sheets it looked like she was making snow angels. To the music she was quietly singing along while her son stood and watched.
‘Are you just going to stand there perving at me?’ she asked handily, and ironically – taking in the gorgeous view of his own half-nudity, his well-sculpted chest, the organic tapestry of his ribs and abs, and the slight V that ran from his hips, to his navel and out of sight.
‘Look who’s talking,’ he wanted to say, but didn’t.
Lee fell onto the mattress and rolled up beside her, affectionately scratching hr tummy through the soft velvet. It was a feeling that pleased both his fingers and her. Giggling, she grabbed his hand and used his defensive reaction to pull herself up and over to him, where she rested her face in his shoulder, planting a stealthy kiss.
‘Do you want to ask me anything?’ Stevie asked instinctually.
‘Do you feel better now?’ he asked back.
She nodded, then repositioned herself so that her cheek lay flat on his chest. One hand rubbed lightly across his flat abdomen, relishing the feel of the trail of hair that ran south as it tickled her palm.
All the while her eyes were transfixed, and again southward. Lying to the left was a particularly noticeable bulge.
‘Do you want to ask me anything about what we’ve been talking about, now that things have settled?’ she inquired further. ‘I promise I won’t be dramatic. I’m too partied out, too high, and too happy to care.’
The silence between them grew, and actually felt amplified by the soft background music, which itself somehow seemed to take on a larger life of its own. She wouldn’t force him, or pester him. If he didn’t even tell her “No” Stevie would accept it for what it was and…
‘Don’t mind that your mum’s a perv do you?’ her tongue slipped.
Lee sighed and his words phased in dryly. ‘You and everybody else, mum,’ he said, and his left arm crept around to squeeze her shoulder. A shiver ran down her back. She bit her lip and savoured the sensation as it petered out at the base of her spine. But one little spark remained in a place she didn’t dare mention.