After brushing her teeth, Marie turned off the apartment lights and headed for bed where Rob sat topless by the bedside table lamp. The duvet was up over his waist and there he sat with his mind plugged into his Twitter account.
It allowed her to soak in the view. Rob had a pretty impressive torso, not too built, but not at all skinny either. When Marie motioned to flip back the cover, she paused for caution. ‘You’re not butt-naked under there are you?’ she asked, making sure.
He laughed and placed the phone on the bedside table, shaking his head as he watched her crawl in. ‘I’m just really warm after lying on the couch,’ he explained. ‘So I lost the t-shirt.
‘Oh I’m not complaining. Come here and snuggle your mom, you hunk!’
They met face to face, pressed together and entwined in each other’s arms. At first Marie snaked her head around to rest her cheek against his, mumbling a contented sigh as she gave in to the bliss of feeling his warm flesh against hers again.
For a while they held each other. He smelled the scent of her hair and the shampoo she used-something that smelled of sherbet and oranges, he guessed. And she could smell the heat of his skin, like burnt ozone. It filled her nostrils and then her lungs deeply until she realised that she was breathing so heavily and pulled away.
And that was when that same loving gaze between them returned and turned her mind to mush. She lay with her head on the pillow and watched contently as he looked back at her.
All the while his hands still held onto her hips and beneath the cover they played footsy, tickling each other. Daringly, Marie ran her nails down his chest, along his breastbone and down to his abs.
‘Oh that’s right,’ she chuckled as he shied away, ‘I forgot, you’re ticklish.’
She moved back in, grabbing playfully for his sides. Rob laughed helplessly, unable to defend himself, or so it seemed. When she was in close, literally smooshed into him, he reached around with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of her butt.
Marie’s eyes widened then, stricken with comedic panic. ‘I wonder who I get it from,’ Rob said and tickled back, moving his teasing fingers up to her ribs. She became putty in his hands. And pulled in so close, the only place her hands could go, they went to.
Her hands cupped his muscular buttocks firmly, only to notice that the fabric of his underwear was so thin and snug that it seemed not to be there at all. The smoothness of it against the flesh of her palms and fingertips sent a strange shock through her, resulting in an awkward silence.
‘Can I help you with something?’ Rob joked.
‘Oh, are these your new shorts? Let me see you in them,’ Marie said excitedly, trying to avoid the need to cringe at herself.
Rob was suddenly nervous and a little more than apprehensive. ‘No,’ he urged, ‘wait, that’s…’
‘They literally feel like nothing,’ she noted, flicking back the duvet. She just had to see. And then she was faced with her son’s snugly encased hips, crotch and thighs, the contours beneath the thin stretchy fabric clearly outlined and leaving little to nothing to the imagination; especially since he was now semi erect if not a little more. And he was big. ‘Oh,’ Marie gasped. He was really big.