His hand still was clasping his mom’s, and it lay on her thigh. He squeezed her hand in an affectionate gesture and tapped her thigh with his hand. The result was to bring his hand further up her thigh and to push her thin dress farther up her legs as well.
“Your dad’s not behaving very well, Kyle,” Maddy said.
“I know, mom,” he said. “He should be nicer to you.”
Maddy struggled with a vague sense that Kyle’s hand was higher on her thigh than it should be, but his hand wasn’t doing anything wrong and there wasn’t anything sexual about it, so she supposed it was O.K. It felt good. She was amazed at how much warmer Kyle’s body was than hers; he was like a furnace. She was warmer under the blanket than she had been, but she still liked the warmth of his body, and she didn’t want his hand to move.
Carl returned to the living room, with not just one beer but two — one to drink right away and one to be held in reserve if needed.
Maddy hoped he wouldn’t need another one. He already had drunk too much.
Carl settled into his chair with a heavy sigh. He popped the tab on the beer can and soon was lost in his program.
Maddy suddenly felt moisture on the underside of her left thigh. There wasn’t enough room on the right side love seat cushion for two people, so her bottom and leg kept sliding onto the other cushion, which still was wet.
“Ugh,” she said.
“What’s wrong, mom?” Kyle asked.
“I can’t keep myself on this side of the sofa because this cushion is too small. My leg keeps pushing up against the wet part on the other cushion,” she said.
Kyle thought about getting up and offering his spot to his mom. That would be the chivalrous thing to do, he thought. But then he had another idea. He wasn’t sure about it, but there didn’t seem to be any harm in suggesting it.
“How about if you get on my lap?” he asked his mom. He said it as normally as he could. But inside, against a little voice that cautioned him against putting his mom’s cute bottom on his lap, he tingled at the idea of his mom’s body on him.
“Are you sure?” mom asked. “Don’t you think that will be uncomfortable?”
“No, mom,” Kyle said. “You barely weigh anything.”
“Well,” she said. “You’re sweet. I know that’s not true.”
She paused.
“I guess we can try it. It’s really uncomfortable constantly feeling the wet part of the sofa against me.”
Maddy lifted her bottom and set it on Kyle’s lap, while Kyle took the blanket and lay it over the two of them again. Then he settled his strong hands on his mom’s waist.
“Oh!” Maddy said to herself, as she settled into Kyle’s lap.
Something big and firm nudged against her butt. It was her son’s penis. It wasn’t erect, but it wasn’t completely limp, either. It was . . . somewhere in between. She hadn’t expected to feel it, and she hadn’t expected it to be quite so . . . big.
She wasn’t sure what to do. It seemed wrong to remain sitting on Kyle while feeling him in this way, but it would be embarrassing to call attention to it. Then, too, she had nowhere else to sit. After a moment’s indecision, Maddy decided to remain where she was. She even twisted her pert bottom back and forth to find the right part of Kyle’s lap into which to settle for the rest of the show.