Gently she leaned into him, snaking her arm around the back of his head and pulled him to her breast. With one final gaze, a search for approval, which she gave, Jason opened his mouth to accept her and clamped down gently over a nipple and began to suckle at her.
Sara’s world melted away instantly. She forgot quickly where they were, let alone the tight confines of the car. Only Jason remained, sucking sweetly at her breast. Nothing came just yet. She wasn’t even sure it would, but between her thighs she began to feel more than just her son’s arousal.
Jason licked smoothly, swirling his tongue to lubricate the nipple, and with that she let out a gasp of delight and held him closer, whispering words of encouragement. ‘That’s it, just like that. Just relax and enjoy it…’
Jason’s right hand relaxed on her backside, his left at the back of her thighs. Carefully he lifted her up higher so that he could bring her right up over his willing mouth where he wetly took more of her in. Only now he was breathing heavily and kissing her, teasing her nipple with his tongue.
Sara was experiencing such bliss that she didn’t notice the transition from nursing to lovemaking, but soon enough he was attacking both breasts with a languid passion that had them both breathless and giddy. On that first night, however, she wouldn’t acknowledge either that the sensation deep within her lower abdomen was sexual and not in any way motherly.
When she looked at the time, both breasts slick with saliva and blushing heavily, she was shocked to find that an hour had passed by. She leaned back, still very aware of his erection but choosing to ignore it, and asked if he felt better. Jason nodded slowly, disguising his excitement the best he could with a sombre expression.
‘It’s still okay if you want to keep doing this,’ she then assured. ‘In here, when your father’s asleep.’
7
Monday night rolled around finally. For Jason it had been a surreal day, considering his grasp of the situation and his feelings for his mother, which he tried hard to reign in.
‘Do anything over the weekend?’ J. T. has asked. What could he say to that? “Oh you know, fixed a neighbour’s car, nearly killed the old man… sucked on mom’s titties!”?
When he finally came home after five, Tim was still on the road back, but mom was preparing the dinner in the kitchen. Showering as quickly as he could, to get the rest of the black grime off his hands, he went into the kitchen and greeted her with the same kisses and cuddles that they had always enjoyed.
The closeness was charged with greater chemistry this time. Without even realising it they both melted into each other’s eyes and suddenly sensing it, Sara fell back against his gripping hands, in turn causing her pelvis to press against his. Again, he was hard. And again she said nothing.
‘You’re looking at me now just like you used to look at me when you were a boy,’ she gushed. ‘Such a heartbreaker – I hope you don’t do that with every girl you meet.’
‘You know I only have eyes for you, mom,’ he replied casually. And he was going to talk about the night before, because he felt that he needed to ask questions. He had been left elated, excited even, but definitely confused in regards to other things.
Before he could, the door to the front of the house slammed shut and the telltale sign of dad’s arrival sounded with his briefcase being dumped at the shoe rack by the porch. When he marched through the kitchen, right by them, such was the silence that it spoke louder than the bitterness most likely to exit his foul mouth.
He went straight to the drink, eyeing mother and son studiously and with a hint of suspicion, as if to ask what the hell they were looking at. And every time he saw them they were hugging like a pair of fucking hippies!
8
Jason was relieved to crawl into bed that night and to be met with the freshness of clean sheets. He got used to feeling dirty all day every day, his hands now growing callous due to their regular encounters with rust, dirt and oil. To feel clean and crisp was now a luxury by comparison, which he revelled in at every opportunity.
He went to bed early to watch a horror movie but didn’t even get halfway in before he fell asleep, leaving the light and television on until past midnight. And again in the next room over his mother failed to find sleep, lying next to the drunken troll, so she slid out of bed and left the room again.
Jason stirred at the creak of the opening door, then again as his mother switched off the television. He finally opened his eyes to find her perched on the edge of the bed in her other housecoat, this one black. She was caressing his cheek and thumbing his brow softly.
‘I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist,’ she apologised. ‘You left the light and the TV on.’
‘Sorry mom,’ he said on the cusp of a great yawn and stretched. ‘Was Shrek hogging the bed again?’
‘Not so much,’ she admitted. ‘I was just thinking that if I woke you, would you want to go sneak into the garage with me for a moment…’
9
Sara was the last in, following Jason who had gone topless other than for the sweatpants he slept in. She closed the door behind them both, quietly, and then asked him to lift her up onto the worktop again like he had the Sunday. Again, Jason took her by the waist and picked her up with ease, gently setting her down so that they were face to face, her thighs parted to allow him closer to her.
‘Give your mom a kiss,’ Sara commanded and held out her arms to wrap around his neck. Jason leaned in to meet her lips and they did the same as they always did, back and forth like affectionate little chimps.
‘I love you so much and I wouldn’t change you for the world,’ she assured.
‘Me too, mom,’ Jason said and kissed her again.
‘And I can never have enough of you, your kisses and your cuddles,’ she added, pulling him closer and nibbling his lower lip. ‘Do you want to nurse from mom again?’
‘Yes please,’ Jason reacted, feeling himself grow against her instantly. When she opened up her housecoat to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath, he nearly lost his footing.
Sara leaned back, holding her weight on one hand as she held her son by his neck and directed him to her nakedness. This time he didn’t look to her for certainty. And he didn’t try to milk her either. The moment his lips and tongue were latched onto the first nipple, he had his hands wrapped around her hips and he was aiming to pleasure her.
Hissing and panting, hissing and panting, Sara dared herself to release a moan from between her gritted teeth but regretted it the moment it recalled loud across the garage. ‘That’s my boy,’ she cooed, ruffling his hair and mashing her face right into her fulsome breasts. ‘You can suck on them harder, go on, you won’t hurt me!’
Time dissolved once again. The garage, cool and dry in the late night air, lay host to the sounds of their heavy breathing and Jason’s loud kissing and suckling. He was handling her breasts with both hands, gently squeezing them and teasing her hard nipples with wet lips, circling her aerola slickly with the tip of his tongue then lapping at her.
And all the while she could feel the pressure rising up from the butterflies playing in her tummy. It was not fair just how wet she was, all the while being loved so passionately by her own flesh and blood.
‘Okay, that’s enough for now,’ she urged, fighting back the new urges arising while she still could. ‘Come up here,’ she reiterated after he ignored her to carry on, and pulled his face up to hers.
Their lips were barely an inch apart when she searched his eyes to see if he understood the importance for their secrecy, and maybe if he saw in her eyes what she refused to say in words.
‘I got carried away, didn’t I?’ he asked.
‘No, not you,’ she said sheepishly. ‘Just kiss your mom and don’t worry about it.’ So he did, wondering what dad would do if he came in to find them both mostly naked and kissing the way they were.
10
Sara maintained that so long as her son wanted to, they could continue to sneak into the garage every night where he could “feed” from her breast. She knew that the line between nurturing and sexual was thin and easily blurred.
After that second night, where she further instigated the encounter between them, she felt that she had forced the situation onto Jason. That wasn’t good. It needed to be him coming to her, so she told him that next day.
‘If you want to, come to me when your father goes to sleep and ask me and I will be there for you. And,’ she didn’t know what made her say the next part, ‘we don’t even have to do that. We could just kiss and cuddle and talk and be closer to each other in other ways.’
Jason didn’t know what those other ways were for sure, but he took a few days to think about it and put it to one side while he wrestled with the reality of what they were doing and what it might have meant.
Were they falling for each other? They were already as in love as a mother and son could be. They didn’t ever have the lives of so-called ordinary people. Dad made sure of that. They counted on each other dearly to get through the ordeal of their own personal reality.
And like hell was he ever going to leave his mother just so that Tim – who treated his own wife and his flesh and blood like the hallucinations of a rock-bottom drunk – could completely let go of his own standards and leave her life a living hell.
No, the reality was that they were expanding, because no family could survive on such a narrow foundation, not in the least one that was being bogged down by such hateful misery. They felt anything but misery when they were together.
Their expansion brought with it excitement, danger, arousal… living!