“What I want? What is this mom?” David turned back, trying to look his mother in the eye but even still his eyes wandered up and down the naked woman lying before him. “I mean first this morning, which I’m willing to chalk up to an accident if that’s what you tell me it was.” David began. “Now this, which based on all the little details; you not closing or locking your door, how you are being so frank right now…” He added then paused long and hard searching for his next thoughts. “This seems more intentional.” He finally stated. What was dawning on Charlene through his words however was the maturity and composure her son was displaying.
“This morning was an accident.” She replied, trying to appear as sincere as possible. Her eyes looked at him with a longing for belief. “But, I liked it.” She added, feeling her courage begin to slip away as the truth was finally out in the open. The fixed gaze she had previously held on her son’s eyes gave way till she stared down at her bed between her still spread thighs. ‘Shit, I’ve fucked this up!’ She thought as she felt David still staring at her. The look was even more penetrative now. ‘Any second now, he’s going to turn around and leave.’ She thought. Even her inner monolog sounded terrified in her head. But the feeling of the stare down upon her continued, until it was so fixed and unbearable that Charlene raised her head again to face the young man before her. David’s face was now mildly similar to her own. He looked conflicted. “David, please say something to me.” Charlene whispered, feeling familiar tears about to spill down her cheeks.
“You… liked it.” He repeated at last. The statement was far more of an affirmation than a question. Again there was a moment’s silence. Charlene simply looked back at her handsome son as the first tear left her eye as she nodded to him quietly and began to close her legs. She was achingly certain that nothing good was going to come from the rest of this conversation. “I need to know something. It’s kind of been on my mind a lot today.” He said as Charlene whipped her hand across her cheek in an effort to normalize her shame. “How long were you there?” He asked.
“A little while.” Charlene choked as she attempted to laugh and make light of her answer. He didn’t smile or laugh but rather continued to appraise her expression cautiously. “I came down the stairs and I saw the porno first. At first I was kind of irritated but I hadn’t even looked at you yet.” She explained as she sat up and wrapped her arms around her bent knees. “And… then I saw you and…” The sentence fell short as she stared off somewhere vastly beyond anything in the room. The imagery came flooding back through her mind of the sight of David’s hand manipulating his long cock into climax. She was certain her face had turned scarlet.
“And?” David answered, clearly unsatisfied with the abrupt halt in her explanation.
“It was incredible.” His mother whispered almost so low that her meek reply was inaudible. For what seemed like the millionth time that evening a heavy thick silence separated mother and son. Charlene’s agony was cresting on the verge of insanity. On one hand she couldn’t imagine how she had ever gone from the normality of a day before to present. On the other, she was desperate for some validation from David. ‘Just say anything! Call me terrible mother; call me a whore!’ Her mind screamed.