After the movie Ben took Tammy to a nearby alehouse he knew that served good steaks. It was going on 9PM and both of their stomachs were grumbling like crazy. Neither Ben nor his mother imagined that they could have been happier though, making idle chitchat about work and life and anything but the weird stuff.
Ben had taken her out for the night to get away from that stuff, to give them both the chance to breathe clean air and to think clean thoughts, to be away from those four walls so that they could see each other in a different light.
It began to occur to him as he viewed her beneath the spotlights of their table, waiting on their food, that regardless of his attempt to take the weight off her shoulders, his mother – radiant, youthful and her blonde hair glowing like gold before him – was such an attractive woman. Not only that, they could both read each others’ body language. The message was written all over each of them. This might not have been intended as a date but it was sure as hell starting to feel like one.
‘I’m so glad we did this,’ Tammy enthused, sipping her iced G&T. ‘Thank you for all of this, Ben.’
‘You deserve it,’ he said gratefully and kissed her hand like she had at the cinema. She made eyes at him and then rolled them dramatically, meaning to self-deprecate, but he wouldn’t have it.
‘Shucks!’
‘Come on, when’s the last time somebody took you out?’ Ben asked seriously. ‘I don’t remember.’
‘Funny enough neither do I. I should just date you,’ she joked. The food arrived just as Ben was about to speak. Tammy wondered why he held his tongue, maybe a little paranoid that it was something he didn’t feel could fall on ears other than theirs. Then they were alone again and the room seemed less quiet.
‘Maybe this is a date,’ he teased, cutting into his steak with such a hunger. He didn’t forget to disarm her with a wink before tasting the first morsel of seared red meat.
‘I knew it,’ Tammy played along. ‘I knew all along. You’re one of those hopeless romantic types.’
‘Indeed,’ her son replied upon swallowing the delicious rich steak. ‘So how many bases does this get me…
She kicked his shin under the table, suppressing her urge to smirk and bit her lower lip. ‘Eat your food young man!’
At 10PM they were grateful to be back home and far from the city rush of taxis carting in the screaming gaggles of dolled up women and carting out the early drunks. Tammy was no expert on weekend nightlife, not anymore, but she failed to see the attraction and wondered about Ben in that respect. Was he destined to miss out on his youth because he didn’t fit into that life, or was he really happy being the laid back loner that he was?
As soon as they were through the door, Tammy groaned as she sought release from her wedge-heels and longed to feel the ground beneath her feet. When she was out of her shoes and taking the strain off her lower back, she gratefully wrapped her arms around her son and held him there. She was only a little tipsy from the four gins she had drank, but the buzz was just enough.
‘Thanks again, Ben,’ she oozed. ‘I love you so much!’
‘Gimme a kiss,’ he said and leaned in to catch her lips with his own. Not that the demand or the action was out of character, especially since he himself had snuck away two beers, but it surprised her in the most pleasant way.
‘Better stop that before I get used to it,’ Tammy laughed softly. ‘Let’s sit down here for a little bit and talk some more, okay?’ Ben was in high spirits and all ears.
‘I still can’t stop thinking about your story,’ she said, blushing and grinning as she stretched out onto her portion of the sofa. ‘While we’ve had a good time and had a few drinks, can we just say it like it is?’
‘Please do,’ Ben invited and scooched closer to her. He rested his hand on one of her ankles as she tucked her feet beneath her backside and leaned back comfortable and waited.
‘It was hot!’
Ben smiled. She looked at him intensely, longingly, and thus maybe for a little too long. All the while he kept her gaze and the both of them thought to themselves just how much they wanted to kiss each other.
‘Do you care that it’s wrong?’ Tammy asked.
‘I love it because it’s wrong,’ Ben admitted.
Tammy gasped, ‘me too,’ and then, ‘do you really fantasise about me that way?’ Ben only nodded. ‘Oh boy,’ Tammy breathed. ‘Well I’m going to go to my room. Will you be up late?’
‘Most likely,’ Ben said, blushing, and with that Tammy reached over to kiss him on the lips and demanded another and another for good measure before bidding him a good night. It was far from the end of that night.
As soon as she got to her room, Tammy stripped out of her jeans and tee and then her bra and panties before slipping into bed and signing into her email account again, while the secret she had kept all evening – since growing bored at the movies – was still fresh in her mind.
It was just a matter of words, a single paragraph, all meant to provoke. She could blame the alcohol all she wanted to, not that she would. Tammy was simply in the frame of mind to at least try to give as good as she got…
“I was just thinking, how I can possibly thank you for taking me out on such a great first date tonight?” read the beginning of the message.
“So I wanted you to know what I’m thinking right now – you and me, my son and his mother, in bed together, making love, kissing the night away lying naked in each others’ arms, exploring each others’ bodies…
“I just thought you should know that. I love you, baby,” read the end of the message, lined with kisses and hearts.
By then, Ben was lying on top of his bed stripped naked, eyes bulging bewilderingly as he read the message. His eight inch cock was rock solid and pointing up toward the ceiling, his hand wrapped firmly around the base as he eased the foreskin back and forth. How his heart thundered in his chest. He could hear it, like a bass drum thumping through a thick brick wall. Then he received a text message.
‘Are you enjoying the story so far?’ his mother had wrote.
‘Mom, I don’t know what to say right now other than I am so hard. You don’t know how good that sounds,’ he sent back.
‘Yes I do,’ came the reply. ‘So you have a big hard cock and I have a nice smooth deep hot wet pussy. You’re the writer in the family. Why don’t you help me tell this story?’
Kisses, Hugs, Hearts…
‘My long, thick hard cock and your smooth, deep, hot wet pussy sliding wetly together…’
Tammy was already breathless and sliding her fingers between the folds of her pussy, pulling back the hood of her clit to flick her sensitive little bud, just thinking about it. She had outdone herself now, inviting her son to sext with her while he was only in the next room. Shamelessly she already knew how she could go one better and it couldn’t wait.
‘Oh yeah, that sounds so good. Can I call you?’
‘Sure,’ Ben replied, with hearts upon hearts. And in seconds his phone was ringing and the one heart that wasn’t on the end of his last text was now up in his throat. He picked up and listened for a moment. His mother cleared her throat and then spoke to him in a whisper.
‘Hi, baby.’
‘Hey, beautiful.’
‘I can’t help myself. Well technically I am…’
‘So am I.’
‘I thought we should just skip the typing and hear each other out,’ Tammy suggested. ‘Naughty I know, but…’ Tammy let out a heavy breath and then inhaled softly. ‘Would you be okay with talking to each other like this?’
‘I’d love to,’ Ben assured, a slave to his own racing heart and his desires for Tammy.