Offering herself in the vaguest, most secretive way, Stevie leaned back into the counter’s edge and simply stared back at him with a smile that questioned his.
To Lee it was more than a hint. It was an invitation. More kisses for mum indeed. He made his move as deliberately slowly as possible, putting down his glass beside her and closing in the distance.
It seemed that the premise of him being her son had dropped away for a moment, because they were not seeing each other that way. Stevie licked her lips and put down her own empty glass, noting how his hands came up to her waist and slipped around to the middle of her back.
They were suddenly embraced in a gentle cuddle, again breathing into each other, and as tightly as she felt her breasts pressed against his muscular chest, she could feel very obviously another muscle that she had seen plenty of recently, pressed against her abdomen.
‘Go on, give your mum another kiss,’ she whispered innocently into his ear. She had done so specifically to hear herself say them, to remind them both of what she was.
Nothing came!
Nothing but his lips…
And again their lips were wrestling softly, passing back and forth the affection they felt for each other. It lasted too long to be anything other than motherly, but maybe it wasn’t as sexually suggestive as it felt to her.
Then again maybe it was and the both of them were deliberately blurring the line, unable to do anything else. ‘That’s nice,’ she whispered as their hands began to venture back and forth.
And if that didn’t tell him she was open to him, while internally what sober thoughts became confused and hazy, leaning further backward over the counter to press her abdomen firmly into the tent-pole his growing arousal must have; followed by the breathy shudder that escaped her.
1-2-3 – Lee planted those firm kisses on her lips, moist and soft and with enough suction to tempt her into more. The urge telegraphed and she leaned forward, breathing into his mouth before returning three of her own – tender and loving.
A soft shudder of a breath escaped her. ‘I don’t think,’ she struggled to say and fell silent again. ‘I don’t think I meant quite like that.
Stevie began to giggle. ‘God, that was a bit inappropriate actually.’ And she was saying it in disbelief of the fact that not only had it happened, but that it was incredibly good and left her wanting more of it.
Lee leaned back to study his mother’s face. Her eyes were glazed. She looked halfway to bewildered. Her bosom heaved with her deepening breaths. Against all odds, she composed herself swiftly, throwing him a wink, before turning around to refill their drinks.
Lee was now incredibly hard. Inadvertently, as he reached in behind her to rub her shoulders, waiting for her to finish pouring, he brushed hard up against her and quickly pulled away.
Whatever possessed her to, if it was not for her self-control now slipping hopelessly between her fingers, Stevie turned and deliberately eyed his bulging crotch and then bit her lip.
‘Drink this,’ she said, handing back his glass, and immediately began to down hers in a quick succession of gulps. ‘Now go and take care of that thing,’ she said, eyeing that bulge deliberately, ‘and I’ll try not to walk in on you…’
7
‘Please God, give me a glimmer of who he was before things got this way!’
If there was a simple prayer that could go answered bypassing the lightning bolt of judgement, then Stevie could have used it now. Worked up and frustrated as she was, it scared her to lose sight of Lee, the son and not the adult. This had all happened so suddenly that she was lost inside herself.
And either God had answered, or Lee had seen and knew too well what was going through her mind though she hadn’t said those words, only thought them he somehow pulled himself back from the heat of the moment and as always, honoured his mother.
‘You want me to take a photo this time so you don’t have to stare?’ he teased almost arrogantly, but she let that part slide.
Stevie blushed at his words. ‘You can be a cheeky bastard sometimes,’ she began to giggle again. Honestly though, it was just about the best, and least inappropriate thing that he could have said.
‘Actually I’m good,’ he resolved, and yet still retreated from the kitchen. ‘But I’ll be back upstairs anyway, in case you need anything.’
‘Then I’ll drop in to say goodnight in a bit,’ she concluded. It didn’t sound like a promise or a warning. Neither would have believed that what just happened had actually happened, the way they somehow managed to switch back on to family mode.
For now she had been left with a lot to think about.