‘So it’s all out there now,’ she said with a heavy sigh. It wasn’t that the truth had become a burden. If anything the truth had set her free the both of them in fact.
The heaviness came from a feeling of heartache she had begun to experience that next day in work, in his absence, where they couldn’t sit and talk about it. That heartache came like a love-sickness, the same kind as when one confessed their love and waited in suspense to see if it would be requited or rejected.
But Lee hadn’t rejected her. The very words, ‘You can fantasise about us anytime,’ told her that. She had replied very simply. ‘Same.’ And there was something else along the lines of kissing.
Good god, that kiss!
‘I love you too, mum, and I’m lost for words right now,’ he had later replied. She had seen that on her lunch break and it seemed that she couldn’t break away from the world soon enough, to go back to him and to just be there with him.
The rest of that day she had existed in a suspended state, waiting for the penny to drop. And it was such an excruciatingly long time to wait with her heart in her throat. But, ‘it’s all out there now,’ she said, finally back home and in his company.
They were sat adjacent from one another, quietly having dinner at the dining table, in a surprisingly relaxed and humoured state. Lee noted the heaviness in her voice, scanning her face for any sign that she was struggling. There was none, gratefully.
‘You really have a way with words, mum,’ he offered, almost lamented, as he considered how shockingly frank and heartfelt, yet graphic she had been. ‘I can really tell those Kindle stories have rubbed off.’
Those kinky Kindle stories, which she had invited him to read…
Awkwardly the both of them began to laugh. Then a sigh of relief exited Stevie’s parted lips. Still, the elephant in the room was still no less an elephant, and a large one it was at that. What else could be said right now? Nothing it seemed.
She would wait, unless he would ask questions first. And she hoped that even if he didn’t, that he would have questions. ‘Are we still good?’ she asked.
‘Yes mum,’ he answered without hesitation, his voice deep and soothing. ‘We’re very good!’
For the rest of that evening they carried on as they would on any other night, like any other unassuming family would. A bomb had dropped and the shellshock was seemingly yet to pass, the dust yet to settle.
Watching TV for an hour downstairs, Lee noticed that his mother wasn’t reading her Kindle this time. He used the opportunity to cuddle her close for a little while, and then announced that he was going to bed earlier.
He hadn’t slept much the night before, and Stevie blushed when she easily made the connection as to why that might have been. And, you know what, that didn’t seem such a bad idea, she reckoned. She too would turn in early and try to get a few extra hours rest.
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“You can fantasise about me any time!”
In the dark she read that text over and over, and her reply, and his in kind. It wasn’t even 11pm, she noted, and wondered if he would be asleep yet.
‘Asleep yet?’ she asked and waited.
‘Not yet. Everything okay?’ he responded quickly.
Stevie hesitated. ‘Everything is weird. I bet you don’t know how to feel.’
Again Lee was quick to respond. ‘You really want me to tell you how I feel?’
She braced herself…
‘Say it.’
‘I put my hand around it and I vigorously stroke it back and forth until it shoots…’
Next door, lying in the dark, Lee heard the familiar snorting of his mother’s sudden laughter.
‘I needed that, thank you!’
‘The little fantasy you added at the end completely killed me, by the way,’ Lee added, trying to reel her in. And it would work all too easily. ‘I couldn’t sleep very well after that…’
‘Sorry. Too much?’ Stevie replied.
‘Too turned on.’
‘Welcome to my world,’ read his mother’s text. ‘Hopefully you’ll sleep tonight.’
‘When I’m finished re-reading your letter,’ Lee replied, and let the power of suggestion work for itself. And that too worked. Stevie was now up one elbow, her body responding dry mouth, faster heartbeat, tangling knots in her abdomen.
‘Which part?’ she typed with shaky fingers.
‘All of it, but mostly that end part.’
Thoughts came back pornographic words chained together to create the most luridly detailed sexual act between Stevie and her son and reminded her just how hot and heavy they left her when she had written them.
Now those words were his, her gift, and she was breathing rapidly, shallowly, knowing that right now he was fantasising about them both as a result. Her mind otherwise was a blank.
‘Speaking of which, what did you think?’ she asked. A little time went by. She waited, with baited breath, then exhaling harshly because she couldn’t even do that properly.
The photograph filled the screen of her phone suddenly, causing her mouth to gape wide open. She had seen him up close, hard and masturbating in his bed, but not this close. Lee’s cock barely fitted into the frame at full hardness.
Gasping, Stevie didn’t know how to respond not yet!
All she could do was stare hard at her son’s super-stiff glory, every muscle and vein, and the intimidating but irresistible shape and size. ‘Fucking hell,’ she said out loud.
‘I think I like that idea,’ he added and waited a while. As the moments passed, Lee heard a light switch flip on. A minute later, it flipped off again. A moment after that, he too was greeted by a sight he never imagined he would see.
His mother’s thighs spread wide she was lying in her bed, the duvet thrown off her pink pussy bared in all its own special glory. She was shaven bald and completely smooth from top to bottom. And never in his life had he wanted to dive right in and lick the glistening nectar from a woman’s pussy. His cock now so desperately ached.
‘FUCKING HELL, MUM, OMG THAT’S HOT!!’
In the dark again, Stevie worked one-handed, breathing hard as she studied his words. In no time the waves of pleasure began to flatten her.
‘So… you’re hard and I’m wet,’ she replied…
😉 😉 😉
xXx
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Until the next weekend finally came around, they lived in the shadow of that invisible but unavoidable thing – the elephant in the room!
It was in every room and it was in every conversation, even though it couldn’t be heard. The only talking they’d done about any of this was in the fantasies they’d started to indulge in at night, by text.
It was official. Stevie and her son had started sexting, and there was something delectably wrong about it that pushed the envelope before the intended message had been discussed. Then one night, it was Friday finally, they did sit down to talk it all over, and because their sexting had gone from talking of their imaginings to flirting with talk of “the real thing.”
Again, it had been a beautiful warm day, warmer than the last few. Summer was on its way in. But for now the evening was cooling. Stevie treated them to a little barbecue, on the condition that he the man with the mystical knowledge of fire and flesh did the cooking.
Pork loin and chicken fillets were not the only thing that Lee knew how to smoke. By the time they were ready to eat, they were both buzzed and too spaced out to worry about the talk to come. In the conservatory they later sat digesting and drinking fruity cocktails to top off the mood.
‘I’m stuffed,’ Lee remarked, holding his stomach like an invisible baby sat there.
‘Hmm, it’s been a while,’ his mother commented distantly.
‘Has it really, though?’ Lee hinted sarcastically. Imagine waking up one morning to find that your mother had sent a selfie, or more specifically a photo of a six inch vibrator sat deep in her pussy.
‘Oh shut up,’ she scolded, blushing and grinning ear to ear. Lee laughed louder, just to rub it in. ‘I never would have imagined you had such a dirty mind,’ Stevie said moments later, after the laughter had subsided, and she let it hang there a while.
There were then quieter chuckles abound, dry and reserved. Yes, Stevie, because who’d have thought that your son, who always found a way to upstage you, could ramp up the fantasy stakes?
Messaging your mother while she was in work, stating, “I’m so hard wishing you were here sucking my cock right now,” was a bit more daring than either of them were used to. And yet it had planted the seed of further curiosity in her mind.
Long and hard she thought about maybe crossing that particular boundary…
‘Well I wonder who I take after,’ he offered.
Stevie shrugged, nibbling at the knuckle of one index finger, the way she did when she was feeling shy, or naughty, or one as the result of the other. ‘Hmmm,’ she hummed a sigh.
‘That’s another thing,’ she felt the need to add now. ‘You’d probably best not text me like that when I’m at work. I was on my break. Anyone could have read it if I’d have turned my head the other way for a few seconds.’
Lee knew exactly what she meant. He gritted his teeth, cringing. ‘Oops…’
‘Do you delete your messages?’ she pushed. He nodded, earning him a quick smile. ‘That was something,’ she thought and then uttered another brief sigh.
‘Wow,’ she spoke across to him. ‘How’s this for surreal, hey?’
Of all the mother-son conversations she could imagine.