Feeling totally depleted and worn out, Joey slowly pulled out of his mother and stood for a few long moments between her legs, hold them suspended, feeling dizzy. He finally tussled with her body to get her completely on the bed. Picking up her clothing he tossed the items to a chair, retrieved a blanket out of the closet and covered her up. He picked up his briefs and switched the light off, closing the door as he left.
Jane finally came to semi-consciousness lying on her left side and feeling groggy. It took her long minutes to come to full consciousness and toss the cover off her to the right. She became aware of her nudity from the waist down. Her ass felt clammy first, then, between her legs felt familiarly tainted. Sitting on the side of the bed before standing up her left hand rubbed her forehead as she pondered and tried to remember earlier events. Standing to head to the bathroom, she was halfway across the bedroom when she felt the wetness on her left thigh, causing immediate alarm. Switching on the light, she saw what she suspected. She immediately set down on the toilet to purge from her the rest of the semen that was seeping from her. With a great sigh, she pondered who had partially undressed, fucked her, and how she had allowed anyone to fuck her without a condom. Although alarmed, she assured herself that the pill would control the situation.
Jane questioned Joey but the Q&A shed little light on the events that had her so perplexed. He claimed to have spent the night with a friend. She determined to be more careful with how much she drank. It took weeks before the incident faded, ceasing concern or further thought.
Joey was like a person on crack; high, fidgety, down, depressed, lacking appetite, eating everything in sight, and wanting more of his mother’s pussy. Life continued, with him continuing to spy on her, openly and brazenly brushing against or touching her, often inappropriately, then apologizing. He began voicing concern about her barhopping and bringing home “uncles”, once telling her she didn’t need them anymore. He often asked if she wanted a back massage and one time, through a closed door, even offered to scrub her back as she bathed. He continued in his forwardness because he received little if no rebuke from her. Even so, she found his actions odd and suspect.
Jane, suspected… felt… something was going on with her son. She could not put her finger on it or connect him to the earlier events. She only occasionally rebuked him for his forwardness because she did not want to hurt his feelings.
Joey bide his time and masturbated incessantly. He would spy outside the window on his mother fucking a sailor, weather permitting, or listen at her door. He would then returned to his room to masturbate, sleep a few hours, wake up and remember and masturbate once more, only to repeat the process a third or fourth time. He was nearly insane with lust for his mother, his masturbating keeping the longing simmering just under the surface, keeping him from doing anything that he might regret or get him thrown out.