“I don’t know. Lyda is staying over at my house tomorrow night. I don’t have any plans for Saturday night,” Tess said, blushing. All the attention was making feel uncomfortable.
“At your house or Lyda’s?” she asked. She didn’t know Lyda, hoped that she could be gotten rid of.
“My house,” Tess said. Rachael was excited this could be good.
“Well maybe I will give you a call on Saturday since your sister won’t be around. We can go see a movie or something,” she didn’t pose it as a question, but a declaration of what was going to happen.
“Sure” Tess said.
“See ya,” Rachael said and turned around and walked out of the door before there could be any response. Everything was in place, just the hard stuff was left to do.
Chapter 5: Mommy Dearest
Everything was in place now. Kitty couldn’t put it off any longer. It had rained the day before and now, on a Tuesday afternoon after school, she knew that she had to act. She had butterflies in her stomach. She went up to her room after she got home from work and quickly got into her bathing suit. She had purchased a new one for the occasion, hoping to get him to notice that she was switching it up. It was in some ways less sexy than the one her husband had gotten her, but it was bright red and she knew that it made her chest stick out and her breasts look big. She thought about all the boys in school who would be drooling to see their teacher like this and she thought of Rachael.
Finally, her thoughts settled on her son. She realized now that she was more than a little bit excited. She had a plan, but didn’t know if it would work. Further, she didn’t know what it would mean for her life and her family if it did work. She took a deep breath and headed out to her pool. She quickly took her normal spot, reclining on the chair.
Richie came out a few minutes later wearing his bathing suit with the sunscreen in his hand. She looked at him and saw that he was very much a handsome man. But also her son. She started to waiver. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to go through with this.
“Hey mom,” he said, “can I put this on?” he said it with such urgency that she could feel the desire click between them. She was resolved now. She was going to make the attempt.
“Sure thing baby,” she said and rolled over on her back. Just like everyday, he became his slow, careful ministrations. He rubbed the lotion in deeply, placing his hands as closely as he could to her breasts. To her ass. Her neck. She felt her entire body getting hot and she knew that she was breathing shallowly. It was the most intense feeling she had ever had. She closed her eyes now and didn’t think about her son. She just thought about his hands and about Rachael. And about sex. She needed it. Badly.
“Mom?” Richie said and she opened her eyes quickly and realized he was staring at her, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes honey,” she said, breathing in deeply. She noticed that her nipples were hard and she saw his eyes staring at them, “Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know,” he said, his eyes not moving, “You were just acting sort of weird.”
“Oh you are the one acting weird,” she said playfully, but covered her chest with her arms. He looked a bit startled but then sat down on chair next to her. They sat for awhile. Her stomach was tied up in knots. She prepared to act.
“Sorry,” he said and looked at his feet. She slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
“I am just teasing you,” she said in a sultry voice, “Hey do you want to play a game?” she asked.
“What kind of game,” he said, looking nonplussed.
“Just close your eyes and count to ten. When you open them, come get me,” she said casually.
“So we are playing tag or hide and seek or something?” he asked sounding disinterested, “Come on mom. I thought you were going to suggest cards of something. I don’t want to play hide and seek.”
“Just humor me,” she said.
“Do you seriously want to play hide and seek?” Richie asked, standing up.
“Why do you have to question everything? If you want to play the game, just close your eyes and start to count.” He shook his head, but he wanted to find out what she was doing. He did as he was told now. Covering his eyes with his hands he began to slowly and calmly count down. Kitty got up slowly from her chair and crept up behind him. She got down on her knees behind him and breathed deeply.
“Four…” he said slowly. She reached her hands up, but carefully didn’t touch his body, “Three…” he said and she took a deep breath, “Two…”
“GOTCHA!” she screamed suddenly and the hooked her hands into his bathing suit and quickly slid his bathing suit down around his ankles. He spun quickly, his face already red with embarrassment. Kitty was laughing good naturedly and saw in the brief instant it was visible that he was clearly erect. His penis was average, like his father’s. No more than 5 and a half inches long. He still had a hint of an erection from massaging her ass and they both knew she saw it.
“Oh my GOD!” he yelled and grabbed his bathing suit and quickly ran into the house, mortified. Suddenly, she felt terrible. This had certainly not been the plan. She didn’t want to make him feel like a pervert or something. She knew he was sensitive. She quickly got up from where she was kneeling and rushed into the house.
“RICHIE!” she called out as she entered the house but there was no answer, “RICHIE?” She started to search the house, looking in the living room, the kitchen, even the bathroom. She went upstairs and saw that his door was closed. She sighed with relief, at least he left the house or anything. She thought and remembered that there was a nanny cam in his room. There was still plenty of time.
She walked up to the door and knocked quietly. There was no answer. She knocked a little bit louder, but still there was nothing. Finally, she banged on the door and said his name and still it was silent. She thought for a minute about Richie’s privacy but decided that this was an important moment in her life. She needed to take charge. She could very well lose her lover and her son if she screwed this up. She put her hand on the doorknob and it was unlocked. She opened it quietly and walked in.
Richie was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He looked completely dazed and embarrassed. She couldn’t tell whether or not he still had an erection, but she was being very cagey. She knelt down next to the bed and gently put her hand on his arm.
“Richie?” she said.
“Seriously mom, I am not in the mood. You need to go away,” he said with such vehemece that it almost hurt. Had he figured out what she was doing? Had he gotten to the bottom of her plan and was now disgusted with her? Or was she just ashamed of his attraction to her and didn’t want to see her. She felt butterflies in her stomach. But she had to push forward.