‘Make her wait,’ he thought, ‘when she eventually gets what she wants, she will be dying for my cock.’
Caroline pushed her pelvis forward, pressing her pussy against her son’s hand as she began to climax; Jonjo’s fingers, wet with her fanny juices as he prolonged her orgasm. Her upper torso bounced back and forward off the seat; her face flushed as she gasped for breath, and her body shook.
She was still recovering when a car pulled into the layby behind them. Caroline glanced into the rear-view mirror.
‘Shit! Police!’
Luckily Jonjo was sitting normally in his seat as she watched the uniform approach and wound her window down.
‘Hello. Is everything all right, Madam?’
‘Yes, thank you. I’m fine now, officer. I started having a coughing fit and so I thought it wise to pull over. My son was just rubbing my back. Was there a problem?’
‘No, no. We just received a report of maybe inappropriate behaviour,’ the policeman said diplomatically. They were probably mistaken. If you experience another fit, I’d advise that you leave the vehicle and get a taxi home,’
They watched as he drove away before bursting into hysterical laughter.
When she calmed herself, Caroline asked. ‘Am I ever going to get more than your hand? You have to know by now what I desire.’
‘Maybe,’ was all her son would say, a mischievous smile playing across his lips.
Home at last, and despite the release that Jonjo had given her, the need for sex was building again. She was disappointed when he said he was going out for a walk. Did she go out into town and find someone to satisfy her desires, or did she wait for his return and hope that he was in a more favourable mood?
She resorted to alcohol, pouring herself a glass of wine. One glass led to another, and then another after that as she felt herself getting tipsy. It was later than expected when he returned, and she had drunk far too much by then, her voice slurring as she tried to explain herself to him. She had no idea why she started to do it, but suddenly she was unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it from her skirt, and casting it to one side. Her bra quickly followed as she stood unabashed, displaying her naked tits to her son.
He studied her for several minutes before turning on his heel, and heading upstairs, leaving her in tears at his insensitive snub.
The combination of alcohol and her intense sexual demands had her sobbing, feeling old and stupid at that moment. Yes, she wanted him, but that didn’t necessarily mean that he wanted her. What more could she do; she had offered herself on a plate and had been rebuffed on three separate occasions. What had she been thinking, supposing that Jonjo only saw her as an old woman?
When her crying stopped, she gathered up her clothes, and headed for her bedroom; her son’s door closed as she passed. Caroline hesitated for a second before reality kicked in. She was prepared to plead if that were what it took but just couldn’t face another rejection that evening.
Slipping into her darkened room, she closed the door behind her and stood against it for a moment as she composed herself. ‘I bet my face looks a bloody mess,’ she thought as she reached for the light switch.