Nothing to Lee said L-O-V-E quite like his own mother buying him a bong!
Coming home late one evening, Stevie said nothing of it over dinner. She simply held her tongue, grinning inside as she imagined the look on his face, which she would see soon enough. She had acted on a dare.
‘OH. MY. GOD,’ his voice boomed from overhead before he descended into childlike laughter, and Stevie then grinned from ear to ear as she crept swiftly up the stairs.
It was only a little one, but Lee didn’t have one, and as far as she was aware, he never did. True to fashion, she felt drawn towards this one for its splashy and vibrant Jamaican flag colours. The store owner had been tickled to no end when Stevie explained who it was for.
‘Does he know how lucky he is?’ the balding old hippy had asked.
‘I should hope so,’ Stevie had gushed, and was certain that, yes, Lee did know. She had then gone on to tell the owner all about Lee, the way any proud mother would have.
Beside the shiny bong, nestled between two pillows on top of his bed, there lay a short note:
A LITTLE VOICE TOLD ME YOU PREFER BIGGER HITS, UNLESS I HAD SWIMMING POOL WATER IN MY EARS AND HEARD WRONG!
ALL OF THE LOVE;
MUM
XXX
The reference was not lost on him. She crept around the corner on the landing and saw him blushing as he read the note and made the connection. Then a moment later she was running giggling into his arms to receive her thank you kiss.
‘I thought you’d like it,’ she said excitedly.
‘I love it,’ Lee gushed. ‘I can save money on the tobacco now as well.’
‘Just don’t become a zombie, okay?’ Lee promised that he wouldn’t. In fact to prove that it wasn’t so easy, he invited her to take a hit with him. Half an hour later they were sat red-eyed in the conservatory, buzzing and floating and talking dreamily about…
Things and… stuff…
There was a moment of nothing but internal giggling – a moment that never seemed to end, because that’s what smoking ganja led to. The thought of sitting there stoned with his own mother, Lee had looked over to her and saw that Stevie was a little more than just half-baked.
Her eyes heavy-lidded and glowing, she wore a constant smirk, the dimples deep in her cheeks as her shoulders lazily shook with her own quiet laughter.
But other than the child-like mischief that possessed them, Lee’s inhibitions had lowered and he found himself feeling all sorts of emotions as he doted on her and declared in his mind that she was the world’s best mum in every sense; no matter what she might have thought.
‘Why don’t you date anymore, mum?’ he got to asking, when he thought of how they seemed to be flirting more and more. He was pleased, as was she, that this social drug made for a good truth serum, bypassing all of the emotional clutter and cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
‘I like it being just the two of us,’ she admitted happily. ‘Anyway… anyway…’
Stevie had the words. They were definitely there, somewhere. They had literally just crossed her mind.
‘Anyway,’ she picked up again, lounging against the side of her seat and lolling her head in Lee’s direction; ‘What about you?’
‘What about me?’
‘You don’t date either…’
‘I don’t know,’ he reacted without thinking. ‘Nobody else interests me.’
Was that a Freudian slip? She had no intention of chasing that clue, but it was undeniable – how that sounded just then. Was he actually “interested” in her and nobody else? That’s what it sounded like, and he hadn’t corrected himself either.
‘But you have a lot of steam to blow off at your age, if you know what I mean,’ she recalled, thinking about how it was when she was much younger. Again she started to giggle deep down.
‘Mum, if anyone has steam to blow off it’s you,’ Lee countered, and with a tone that implied everything from her recent revelation and onward to the present day.
‘What do you mean by that?’ she asked regardless, and made it sound so innocent.
‘Mum, you’re constantly horny, don’t even lie.’
Stevie bellowed sudden laughter, snorted and covered her mouth and nose with the back of her hand. ‘Thanks for that! So what, though? Does it bother you?’
‘No,’ he denied easily, which she was almost jealous of.
‘I can take care of myself,’ Stevie assured him, again feigning innocence.
‘By watching me take care of myself?’
Before she made the connection, her brain already had – it just hadn’t warned her yet. Involuntarily, his mother growled and knew just what it sounded like. She bit her lip and forced herself into silence then, but it was too late.
There was a dilemma for the ages, upon all the other things they had confessed to recently. Not only had she seen him masturbating, while thinking aloud about having sex with her, her id – the centre of all her innermost desires and urges – had just spoken for her and admitted something else.
‘You cheeky bastard,’ she said, trying to cover her own tracks. ‘Anyway, it’s not just me using what I have to hand,’ she threw on top, now nibbling nervously at the back of one finger.
‘Except you only wish you had what I have to hand,’ Lee retorted smugly, and it was a devastating truth to throw out there now. Stevie was burning bright red now, and her cheeks hurt from smiling so hard.
Stevie came up blank. ‘That’s not fair!’
‘I’ll show him,’ she thought.
The first hottest day of the year meant nothing in British springtime, but along came a warm and sunny Saturday that finally heralded the end of hibernation, and hopefully the end of cold feet. Come noon there was a pleasantly warm breeze and not a cloud in sight. Like many Britons that day, Stevie wouldn’t turn up the opportunity to soak up some UV and to release some Vitamin D.
Lee roused from his sleep at 10am but until then had made the most of his time lying around in bed, daydreaming and thinking about things recently said. When he finally washed up and got dressed and went on the hunt for food.
‘Hey baby,’ he heard her say. Stevie sauntered in from the back garden through the conservatory, and now stood behind him as he pulled milk from the fridge. ‘Enjoy your sleep?’
He turned around, suddenly clutching the milk bottle a little harder. His mouth open, the original question had mysteriously evaded him. ‘Hey,’ he managed to say back.
Her black short shorts, the ones she sometimes wore to the gym, and which left so little thigh to the imagination, were not all that got his tongue tied. Leaving little else unseen, she wore a black ruffly Brazilian bikini top. Her unforgettable tits were almost bursting out of that thing.
‘Come out and sunbathe with me after you’re done here,’ she suggested. ‘You could do with some sunshine.’ A restrained smile escaped from behind her sunglasses before she grabbed the bottle of sunscreen from the worktop and sauntered back out again.
He followed ten minutes later, high on life and the sugar from his Kellogg’s Frosties. ‘It’s not even that hot,’ Lee noted. ‘Aren’t you going to get cold?’
‘I like it like this. I won’t burn so easy,’ Stevie replied, now sitting in her sun lounger and eagerly warming a blob of sunscreen between her palms, which caused her bikini-clad tits to jiggle quite tantalisingly.
Beside her sat another sun lounger. She had already thought of Lee before his return to the land of the living, clearly. Now as she rubbed the lotion into her legs, she asked; ‘Help me rub this lotion in?’
Lee hesitated. Should he, shouldn’t he…
‘You know, you’ve already practically had me naked all over you,’ Stevie remarked, and all the while that faint smile remained.
And maybe that signified why Lee was reluctant now, even after his bold moves lately. After having her naked wet body pressed up against his naked wet body, and the resulting developments, what was going to happen here other than Lee getting hard again in front of her?
His shorts were getting a little tighter just thinking about it. Meanwhile Stevie had covered her arms too and was adjusting her seat so that she could lie down. Handing him the bottle, he realised that he really had no choice, and didn’t particularly want a choice.
On the recommendation of his mother, Lee started at the ankles. He was at the back of her knees when she told him to slow down. ‘You just want to get felt up,’ he accused, to which she scoffed, and then giggled mischievously.
‘There’s no point in using sun screen if you’re not going to work it properly into my skin,’ Stevie claimed. He didn’t know about that, but as he approached the softer flesh of her thighs, Lee slowed down to a languid pace, at which point it became more a massage.
She purred approvingly. His cock twitched approvingly at the same time. There was an utterly filthy moment that crossed his mind. Lee didn’t even realise that he was now high up in her thighs and slipping in between.
‘Oh,’ Stevie gasped before she could stop herself. Her body would not forget the sensations she felt for a while now. She pursed her lips and breathed deeply, letting out a sigh of contentment as his hands moved to the small of her back.
‘You should give me a massage some time,’ she suggested dreamily. ‘You have a really nice touch.’
He warmed more lotion in his hands before moving higher, noting how smooth her skin was. Only the lotion itself provided any resistance when it lost its slippery sheen and soaked in deep.
And up the ridge of her spinal muscles his thumbs rutted, his fingers spanned like wings. Lee’s hand rode over the knot of his mother’s bikini and resumed again at her shoulders. Hearing her slight gasps and moans of approval, which were now coming more frequently, he was growing harder.
When he finished at her shoulders, now shiny and flawless in the sun like polished alabaster, Stevie decided it was time to pay him back. Fancy telling his mother, while they were both under the influence, that she wished she had the cock in his hand – which she couldn’t deny.
‘That was so good,’ Stevie purred, lifting her head and looking over her shoulder at him. She looked down and saw him bulging, though he didn’t know at the time how obvious it had been. Swallowing dryly, Stevie turned on her side and lifted her sunglasses so they could see eye to eye.
‘With hands that good I’d even let you do my boobs if you want…’
‘Err…’ Lee was again lost for words. So Stevie carried on. Looking down at her plentiful cleavage, she began to apply her own, realising that she’d forgotten them completely. ‘I might get in a bit of topless bathing actually. Why don’t you grab a seat and join me?’
‘Maybe in a bit,’ he finally managed to say, tearing his eyes away. He excused himself then to go make a coffee. He wasn’t quite awake yet. And judging by the current conversation, maybe he was still dreaming.