Surprisingly, Stevie made no sign of being uncomfortable while his mom flicked through the listings and picked another porn title. Stevie simply made a mental note, a distant and foggy mental note, that his mom seemed to really have a thing for younger guys. But did she have to pick the uber-real stuff that seemed to highlight every minor graphic detail in just the most excruciatingly lazy pacing?
With nothing but his lounge shorts, not the thickest material, between his tent-pole and the night air, he was hard and trying not to move so she wouldn’t pick on his movements and see what the weed and the porn were doing to him.
On the TV some young couple were going the whole-hog, turning a romantic make-out session into the most absurdly erotic fucking and the first time the guy entered the dainty little thing and slid right down to touch base, Jeri uttered a gurgling moan, cleared her throat and then very clearly said, ‘I really fucking need that done to me!’
Did she know she said it out loud? Did she want Stevie to hear her say it? He looked over to her, dead serious in his expression one moment, and then bawling with laughter the next.
‘Fuck’s sake, mom, do you hear yourself?’
‘What?’ she shrieked defensively. ‘I’m fucking horny. That’s what porn is for, isn’t it?’
‘No that’s what fucking is for, not sitting watching porn with your son!’
‘You’re not complaining…’
‘I’m too stoned to complain…’
‘No, I meant… that your cock looks too hard to complain,’ Jeri stuttered, then covered her face with her hands to laugh to herself. ‘I think I’m ready for bed.’
‘I think you are too, mom,’ Stevie agreed, trying to adjust his hard-on way too late.
‘Can I ask you a huge favour, honey?’ Jeri then asked, hands in her lap and looking her son in the eyes. Her tone had suddenly changed again, become a little serious. Maybe now she was sobering up, he thought. Wrong — dead wrong!
‘I don’t want to sleep alone. Would you sleep in my bed with me tonight?’
Stevie weighed up his options none too quickly; boner, the need to masturbate furiously, mom being weird, and the choice of a whole bed or half a bed…
‘Why?’ he asked.
‘I really need to feel someone next to me. Just for tonight. Please, I’m just a bit lonely.’
On the other hand maybe she’ll be asleep soon and I can crank out a sneaky one in the bathroom, Stevie thought, the eternal optimist that he was.
‘I’ll make it worth your while…’
Colour Stevie curious.
5
Stevie whipped off his tank top and slipped between the sheets of his mother’s queen-sized bed while she was still in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Thankfully, according to Stevie, his erection had mostly subsided and now rested tenderly against his lower abdomen as he lay flat on his back. As soon as his head hit the pillow he began to drift off; couldn’t help it.
He was barely aware of his mom turning out the lights and climbing into the bed. Neither did he hear the light silk fall to the floor. It was moments after she came to rest against his shoulder, chest and loins and settled in that Stevie made the unmistakeable observation.