‘Hello, mother dearest.’
She stepped forwards, and into his embrace, conscious that despite her better judgement, she had dressed for him. The tight “V” neck top displayed her cleavage and a last-minute decision to discard her bra ensured that her breasts, still full and firm, jutted prominently beneath the flimsy material, her nipples becoming erect the minute they pressed against his chest.
‘Hello, Jonjo. It’s lovely to have you home at last.’
He kissed her cheek; Caroline wanted to turn her face and present him with her lips instead. Immediately, she could feel the heat between her legs; thankfully, she had overruled her thoughts of going pantie-less, glad that she had because she knew she was beginning to leak.
The skirt she was wearing was a lot shorter than those she wore for work or even for her normal day-to-day attire. She picked it to show off her legs, toned, and tanned at this time of year. In the car it would ride up, giving her son a view of her thighs nearly to her panties. She began to imagine his hand curving between her legs and had to stop her thoughts. Her arousal was escalating and at this rate, she would not even make it home before the need for sex or to masturbate overwhelmed her.
She made small talk, but all the while, her mind was thinking of sex. Somehow, she managed to get them home, but desperation made her quickly disappear once they were indoors.
‘Sorry, hon! I’ve got a headache coming on. I just need to lie down for an hour.’
In her room, she locked the door, undressed, and extracted his photograph before fingering herself to orgasm.
Jonjo was accustomed to his mother’s disappearances. It had been like that for most of his life. Over the years he remembered her suffering constantly from headaches, often suddenly disappearing up to her room. When she was well, she would be out, and he would be left with the nanny; and then later, she had sent him away.
He was surprised at the sensations that had quickly manifested themselves. On the journey home, he had been unable to take his eyes off her legs and heaving bosom, especially her erect nipples, which had caused a thickening of his shaft. It left him feeling uncomfortable as he realised that what he was experiencing was a desire to see her body undressed.
Up in her room, Caroline had dozed, the orgasm leaving her feeling exhausted. Jonjo hadn’t been home for more than an hour before she’d had to relieve herself; how was she going to manage for the next six weeks until he received his results? She needed to make an effort, at least to begin with. This first week of his break would be hard because she had taken several days off, hoping to get through it without doing something that would both disgust and repulse him.
She managed to get through the rest of the day unscathed, although, with her bedroom door locked that night, she’s had to masturbate twice to get rid of her building tensions.
The following morning, Caroline had an idea.
‘How about we go visit my parents?’ She asked
Jonjo had been waiting for such a scenario. ‘We can visit. But! I will be coming home. I can look after myself now if you are too busy to keep me company.’ For most of his life he had been farmed out here and there each summer; this year it wasn’t going to happen, he had decided.