Releasing her breasts from a torrent of tugged nipples and slapped skin, Charlene fumbled over her head into her nightstand until her fingers curled around the sex toy she kept hidden there. The dildo was large, nothing like David would feel but it would do. Its silvery blue colored texture plunged into Charlene’s cunt as she spanked her clit as hard as she could. The toy didn’t vibrate; Charlene had never owned a vibrator, but it remained her favorite lonely alternative to the real thing. With a practiced hand she pumped it into her depths until she contracted down hard and wailed into her silent house in a harsh and sudden climax. Like a woman possessed she pulled the toy into her harder and harder, fighting to continue fucking herself before the orgasm could even subside. Kicking her legs back up onto the bed with her, she pulled one back into her arm to allow her masturbations more depth. The dildo moved so freely inside her, Charlene had to slow her efforts, but only enough to avoid losing hold of it inside her all together. Her juices flowed around the shaft of the substitute as she clamped her eyes shut and allowed herself to imagine David cumming. Her hands smeared the pearls of sweat gathering on her heaving chest as she envisioned her son’s milky hot gift streaming onto her breasts. Harsher and harsher she hammered the toy into herself.
Her orgasms were coming to her faster and easier than she had ever experienced. Lost in the indescribable pleasure, the world around Charlene had faded into blurry shapes and half heard white noise. Such was her concentration on her self-gratification and the lewd wet sounds the toy inside her made each time she drove it into herself that she had been totally unaware of the rumbling throaty moan of David’s car exhaust, nor had she taken the slightest notice of the front door of her house creaking open and colliding shut with the door frame.
“I guess this makes us even.” Came a startling voice that forced Charlene to rock her head back forward. Standing in the door of her bedroom was David, staring at his mother intently with a glazed look in his eyes as she lay before him, spread across the tangled mess of linen, her body moist and flush and the silvery toy still held firmly in her grasp as she stared back up at him motionless and uncertain.
“I suppose so.” Was the only reply Charlene could muster. For a moment they just exchanged unblinking stares at each other that seemed to penetrate into something beyond each other’s physical form.
“I guess… I should leave you alone.” David remarked as he slowly averted his eyes with all the seeming of a man who didn’t want to and began to turn from the door. A sudden burst of courage overcame Charlene, so bold that she was scarcely certain if her words had actually escaped her lips.
“Is that what you want?” She asked, her voice cracking with fear. She had begun to cross a threshold. The next few seconds were going to decide much about her relationship with her son. The mix of excitement and terror spun around in her mind like a rollercoaster. Everything was happening faster than she had ever expected.