She looked into the little peephole and could see her son hovering only a few inches away. Her hand reached out to open the door, but she pulled back suddenly, as if the handle was scalding hot.
He needs to make the decision, she thought to herself.
Time seemed to stand still for both of them. It felt like they were stood there for hours, even if it must only have been half a minute or more. Greg looked down the corridor one way, then the other. Finally, he turned back the way he came and walked towards the elevator, his shoulders drooping and his footsteps heavy.
Annie gasped, and it was only as she did so that she realised she’d been holding her breath. She saw her son disappear from sight, a crushing sense of disappointment washing over her.
Maybe he’ll come back? She thought. Maybe he’ll change his mind?
She clung to that crumb of comfort for a few minutes, but it was soon abundantly clear that he wasn’t going to join her. She had been stood up. He wasn’t going to fuck her. At least, he wasn’t going to that night. Annie was disheartened, but she wasn’t defeated. This was all a bit too much for him, she’d come on too strong. She should’ve played a longer game. All those thoughts came to mind, and she believed them. But Annie had seen the way he looked at her. She knew the way he had responded when she kissed him. She knew how much he had enjoyed it when she jerked him off with her stockinged foot.
She believed her son would soon be her lover. Not yet. Not tonight. But it was only a matter of time.
Annie retreated back towards the bed. She had paid for the room, she might as well use it. She was still horny, so she decided she might raid the minibar and watch some porn on the hotel’s in-house entertainment system. For a second, she speculated on what Ray might say about her not coming home that evening, but she decided he would be too engrossed in other things to care.
She settled down on the bed, her fingers soon wandering beneath the delicate lace of her g-string, her clit throbbing with excitement and anticipation.
Soon. So soon.
8
Whatever it was – guilt, some kind of moral integrity or sheer bloody-minded stubbornness – Greg managed to hold out three whole days. He knew he wanted to fuck her. He had wanted to fuck her ever since he discovered all the fun he could have playing with his not so little pee pee. But she was his mother. And you don’t fuck your mother. Except, now he could.
He had mostly stayed away from home, sleeping on couches at friend’s houses. She understood, recognised he had things to think about. At least once a day she would send him a text message, telling him she loved him and she hoped he was okay.
On the morning of the third day after their unusual conversation, Annie was showering in her en-suite bathroom. No bath for her today. Ray and Kim had left, he was at work, she was at school. And Greg was still wherever Greg was. Or so she thought. She stood there, hot water powering down on her body, soap suds rolling along the crevices and peaks of her obscene frame.
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