Sunday morning Stevie came around lying alone in her own bed. A brilliant blue and cloudless sky tempted her from the other side of the window, the blinds turned inward. If only she had the strength to move. Her legs, her arms, everything felt like a dead weight.
Just lying there, staring out through the window at that sky, barely breathing, barely even blinking, beyond the sound of the neighbours’ lawnmowers whirring along the pounding silence insisted of reality’s walls caving in.
She could not get last night out of her mind…
So she had sucked his cock. Stevie had sucked her son’s cock, long and hard until he erupted all over her hands, her tits, himself – everywhere!
And he was such a heavy comer. There had been so much of it, so much more than that one time she had watched him masturbate. The force alone she had never seen anyone spurt so hard.
Equally light-hearted and light-headed, Stevie had run off to the bathroom to clean herself up, and then returned to his bedroom with a damp towel to rub him down. And few words were possible as these events took place, or after. But no words were needed.
That’s as far as they went and they seemed happy enough about it. It was all so much to take in, and they were so tired in the end that sleep, not sex, was the next logical step. Sleep, not sex, and not regretting the now inevitable sex for happening too soon and all at once.
To go all the way, even if they had the time and strength, would have been an impossible distance to recover from. And now to enforce that belief, Stevie lay there in her own bed the next morning feeling like she’d been run over by a truck in her sleep; flattened physically and emotionally.
She always thought that she’d feel something profound inside, but for the first time since forever, there was nothing but silence, and she didn’t even know how to feel about that. She imagined that she’d have a lot to think about too, but all the same nothing came.
‘I thought I might hear hell calling,’ she thought as ruminations eventually began to swirl, and as anxiety lurched like a dying dog at the roadside. But there had been no angry god, no divine lightning rod with which to punish her.
‘Just spare me the dread of regretting what I don’t regret,’ she prayed in the silence before forcing herself up. She looked at the bedside clock, shocked more awake when she saw only half an hour remaining before noon came.
Stevie had slept like the dead, and quite frankly she felt it.
And what happened between such people – those who dared to love their own flesh and blood that little bit more, those society shunned and ostracised for crossing the line from disciplined nurture over to baser human nature?
It was what they both wanted. Whether they would regret it, time would tell, but for now normality called – normality and responsibility, even if it was the lord’s day of rest.
They had met in the middle, both consenting adults, but was there a middle-ground? Could they still be family after what they had done? Did they fall in love now, or later?
Or did they just… fall…
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She felt worse about the time, and maybe that should have shocked her, all things considered. But that wasn’t on her mind. Lee had been awake a good two hours before her and was lounging around in the sun outside, again in just his shorts.
Stevie walked achingly on two lazy legs that wouldn’t wake up, flat-footed and waddling like a mummy muddled up in its dusty old bandages. Still, after her morning shower she looked good and smelled good.
As she made coffee, he retreated from the sun into the kitchen and walked up behind her barefoot and unrecognised. Had she seen him or heard him? How would she be today? Lee had spent his time alone thinking a million different things, and each with a million different outcomes.
He snuck up to shock her as she flipped on the coffee machine’s switch, spoilt for choice as to where his hands might land. Apprehension warned him. Maybe she wouldn’t react so well. In fact how would they now react to each other?
Stevie was dressed in a pair of loose fitting white short shorts and a pink strappy vest with no telltale signs of a bra underneath. Temptation conflicted with funny bone and vice versa. Instead of tickling her, or grabbing her tits from behind – and he really wanted to – Lee pushed himself up against her carefully, grabbing two handfuls of her inviting bottom, and let her reaction take care of the rest.
Yelping her surprise, Stevie bounced off the worktop and back into his hands, then finding herself trapped. ‘I nearly had a heart attack,’ she admonished briefly before offering him the slightest glance – hinting her embarrassment – before wishing him a good morning.
‘It’s after noon,’ Lee corrected her, giving her a light pat on the bottom before slinking over to her side, facing the same row of cupboards.
‘Don’t remind me,’ Stevie replied and yawned.
‘You must have needed it,’ he offered.
‘Mm-hmm,’ she agreed, nodding off the back of that long yawn. Again, she dared to look at him. If ever a boy could appear both innocent and guilty at once, the little devil. Lee regarded her with a wry but effortless smile, which she immediately mirrored.
Still no word of last night, it was too soon, they pretended as though everything was like clockwork. Business as usual, they stood in silence, both of them subject to flashes of images of the things they had done.
‘What are you doing today?’ Stevie asked after a while, enamoured by the aroma of the rich Colombian roast that filled her nostrils.
‘I plan on doing absolutely nothing,’ he replied almost proudly.
‘That actually sounds like a really good plan,’ she thought aloud. But then she started to like the idea of going to the beach up by the woods to do it. Upon being propositioned, Lee agreed and they went after a light lunch.
*****
Almost as if mocking the laws of physics themselves, the quick drive up to the beach slithered by painfully slow, like a snail on the edge of a knife. It was the silence between them. Now that Stevie was more awake, more alert, she was growing ever more aware of the awkward inability to think of anything to say.
Behind her sunglasses she could just put on a smile and not have to say anything and everything could seem okay, but whereas her son appeared nonchalant and bereft of a need for small-talk, she felt crammed with that invisible elephant sat between them.
She herself was dressed in next to nothing. Stevie had gone loud and proud in a white bikini that compensated for her growing feeling of withdrawal. All the same she felt his eyes on her from time to time and brimmed with nerves to think that he was thinking about one thing only as his eyes glanced over her flesh.
Windows down, the fast drive offered hot air and the smell of fresh cut garden lawns around every corner. A beautiful early taste of summer, and the kind some paid good money to find on the other end of a plane trip.
They both hoped the beach wouldn’t be packed, but they would walk far enough to get away from the screaming mobs of overly excited children.
Formby was a paradise to city people, and not just the beach and the woods. In both directions north and south, there were beaches packed with urbanites that never left their comfort zones. With a little patience one was treated with quiet traditional leafy suburbia where one could only dream of owning such beautiful big houses.
They were treated to sprawling woods, long and wide, in which to cool off with the squirrels after a good grilling under the sun. And along the beach, which lay over a tall sandy hill, the dunes towered like a cliff wall, overlooking the far-out sea.
Stevie and her son went off in search of their ideal spot, a place to avoid ramblers if only for the sake of a quality bit of tanning. Lee suggested they climb high up the barrier dune to find a sandpit in the tall sharp grass.
Eventually they found themselves a little crater in which to lay their blankets and then dutifully, casually disguising his renewing eagerness, Lee oiled her up from top to bottom with lotion as she lay snoozing on her belly; the same little smile beaming out from under her sunglasses.
Time went by, maybe an hour. It was time to give her front a blast, and Stevie didn’t ask him this time if he wanted to do the honours. Instead he watched, his head resting on his crossed forearms, lying on his front as she shined up her legs, her arms, her stomach and everything that tight-fitting bikini top didn’t hide.
He was well accustomed to her body now. There wasn’t an inch left now that his hands and mouth hadn’t touched. Absently he smirked as Stevie resumed sunning, lying down beside him once again.