With such boldness she even shocked herself, but he was the one blushing hardest. Lee was now certain that she had been in the house, just like the day he had been balls deep in Kit and swore he saw her in the doorway for one split-second.
And now he knew for sure that she had heard him masturbating in his room. ‘Did I even hear my name?’
She was actively pursuing this, letting him know that, yes, she had heard him. Lee blushed furiously, unable to keep the coffee cup to his lips as his pursed lips stretched into an intense grin.
‘No?’
‘Oh yes I did… stud!’
‘Did not!’
‘You said Mum…’
‘When did you get home?’ his dignity demanded, and hoping that it would change the direction of the conversation, for now.
She slapped him playfully on the backside through his jeans, admiring his still-damp torso in the shadows and reflections of the afternoon sun, a move that surprised even her at that moment. Never did she expect that she would appreciate his typically desirable physical attributes so shamelessly, and to have him know it.
‘Guess I’ll go change your bed, again,’ she mock-scolded.
Grinning herself, as her son’s turned to a look of disbelief, Stevie walked away with a slight wiggle in her hips. She wasn’t showing off to him. Her pussy was so damn wet and willing that she simply couldn’t walk straight. She needed to be in control of herself, in the least so that she might one day have the honour of deliberately handing that control over to her son.
‘How’s about we order a takeaway tonight?’ Stevie asked early that evening. Lee, who wasn’t up to much, other than milling around and contemplating the very weekend he was wasting, perked up at the idea.
No more sneaking around she had bounced perkily into his bedroom, animated as a cartoon character, flushed and smiling. He didn’t know why. He had been singing to herself all day.
‘Yeah that sounds good,’ he affirmed.
None of the conversation Stevie actually had in mind came to fruition, and of course because she didn’t dare to add; “after all, you must be exhausted after your workout today…”
“What workout?” he might have asked, before making the connection, adding; “Ha-ha, very funny. Did you enjoy spying on me?”
“Perfectly natural”, she would say and maybe with another double-entendre along the lines of, “you clearly had a lot on your hands!”
And that’s how he would realise that she didn’t only hear him, but that she saw. And he might ask just how much she saw…
Perfectly natural was how things escalated within the four walls of Stevie’s imagination, but so quickly did they escalate that her courage to speak up couldn’t keep up. She felt that courage slipping away as a result. The smiles and happiness and singing the cooler facade of a woman controlled by her raging libido did not last.
‘Mum!’ Lee had been speaking. Stevie had completely zoned out.
‘Huh? I’m sorry love, what was that?’
Lee’s eyes were on her like the prison yard spotlight in some fifties crime thriller, blindingly blank and yet alert with suspicion. ‘I said, what were you thinking?’
‘Hmmm…’
Oh right, the food.
Time slowed down and time sped up. Time and time again, Stevie found herself over-thinking and yet coming up blank. She didn’t recall even ordering the food by the time it turned up. Then when the leftovers sat on the kitchen worktop later that evening, she barely recalled what she’d eaten.
Lee, who was trying to make small-talk, was plenty aware of the tangible confusion between them. Still, he had to be honest with himself. There was a feeling of unease within him.
9pm rolled in. He was flicking through the shows on Netflix in his room. She had showered and settled into a pair of light cotton jogging pants and a tank top, and had been reading in her room. Barefoot he heard her padding back into his room once again, but she stopped at the threshold of the doorway and stood there looking blankly at the TV screen.
Stevie exclaimed softly, appearing mildly conflicted. This was the look she gave whenever she had something to say and didn’t want to say it, and it was plastered all over her face.
‘What’s up?’ he asked patiently.
‘You’re going to hate me,’ Stevie insinuated shyly, wringing her fingers.
‘Okay,’ he said with a resigning shrug.
‘I didn’t just hear what went on in your room earlier this afternoon,’ she said slowly, swallowing hard. ‘I saw everything…’
‘Oh,’ he exclaimed.
‘Your door was wide open…’
Lee instantly flushed a panicked beet red…
‘It’s pretty obvious what was on your mind, and I know that I’ve already hinted in so many words that I was aware,’ she continued. ‘So you really do think of me that way,’ she trailed off.
Now as he sat in his low leather TV chair, Lee was at too much of a loss to really consider embarrassment as an option.
‘It was very flattering,’ she added, meekly entering the room and perching herself at the bedside. In that moment all she wanted to do was to scream. Instead she began to laugh defensively. ‘One moment I’m coming up to see what you’re doing with your day, the next I’m standing there in complete shock, thinking “fucking hell my son is hung”.’
‘How long were you watching?’ he croaked. He figured he might as well get over it, seeing how she had humoured him about that very same thing earlier. Then Stevie admitted she had seen almost the whole thing, and heard the things he was saying.
Both their mouths were quivering and hot. Lee managed a dry laugh, momentarily covering his eyes. Ever present, Stevie met him with a nervous giggle. ‘I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have. It’s just that you’ve been on my mind a lot, and considering what we’ve had to talk about,’ she tried to excuse herself. ‘I was just stunned that you clearly… still have a thing for me… that way…’
‘What were you thinking?’ Lee asked then. She didn’t see it coming. Again, animated images of him buck-naked, writhing and making love to his own hand resurfaced, and the butterflies were back with a vengeance.
What was she thinking? It was not an attack, that question. The tone of his voice implied that he was intrigued as to what made her look, all things considered. Was he inviting her to come clean about maybe wanting to, and enjoying doing so?
Now it was her turn to blush beet red as her gaze glowed. ‘Well now…’
She couldn’t believe she was about to say this. ‘I’ve told you what I think, haven’t I?’ That alone hinted why she had stood there watching for so long. Lee actually felt the crotch of his boxers begin to stretch and grow tight around his snug package.
‘Like what you saw?’ he asked. At that Stevie blushed harder and laughed, tucking her chin into her shoulder and staring at the wall momentarily.
Stevie nodded, squirming against the firm mattress, her thighs tightly clamped together. She was desperately trying to pinch off the maddeningly sweet throb of her clitoris, but the act of doing so only caused the most delicious sensations to radiate deep inside and up her abdomen and into the pit of her stomach.
‘Err…’
‘You started this,’ he mocked. ‘I’m guilty caught red handed.’ Then looking back to the television, as though he might find his deeper thoughts there; ‘It’s not like I even have the benefit of the doubt. You don’t even need to hear me admit it. You were there!’
Again, she was thinking back to his hand wrapped around his cock, one moment slick with spit, the next oozing with all that thick, hot spunk. And when he said those words, the sensation filling her moistening pussy and radiating up her body spiked, like an electric shock. Stevie gasped.
‘I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,’ she offered weakly, a sheepish look betraying the possibility that she was not even sorry.
‘Are you sure about that?’ His staring eyes accused her in advance. He too was trying not to smirk.
‘You can make extra sure in future by closing your door?’ But would he? He looked away smirking guiltily, unable to contain his mirth. Either way it probably didn’t matter. It was all out there now.
‘Listen,’ she said, her tone suddenly different. ‘I’m going for a short drive and a breath of fresh air – clear my head. Want anything while I’m gone?’
‘I’m good,’ he dismissed.
‘You are, are you?’ she countered, her eyes now vaguely accusing him. Of course she was joking. He wasn’t exactly innocent but he was still her angel.
‘Don’t go daydreaming behind the wheel,’ he jabbed playfully.
‘Okay,’ Stevie responded. He was not going to get away with that easily. ‘Shall I close the door or will you have pants on when I get back?’
Lee’s cheeks burned.
He had a lot to think about. What did it all mean? The moment Stevie left, he slipped on his shoes and went for a walk around the local cemetery. The great thing about the neighbours there they weren’t the invasive talkative type!