I shuffled to Jesse’s room and checked in on him. He was face down on his bed. He’d managed to get his shirt off, but his boots were still on and his pants were bunched up tight around his ankles. I just stood there staring at the smooth swells of his naked rear end. Even when fully relaxed, the strong lines of his muscled back stood out as alluringly as ever. I wanted to cuddle up beside him and go back to sleep, but I was too filthy for that. As I worked my way toward the shower I tried not to acknowledge the real reason I didn’t do it was that I knew I was in no condition to handle the rejection of being thrown out of my son’s bed.
Even after a shower I still felt less than human. I booted up my computer, but it crashed on the first try. When it locked up on the second attempt I decided it was trying to tell me something. I grabbed a tissue, wiped up the cum that had leaked out of me (guess they had just the one condom between them), and got dressed in the most serious outfit I had. I’d bought it for court the year before, but it would do. I grabbed my purse and headed out to find a real job.
After four hours, three applications, and no apparent interest in hiring me for anything, I headed home before I ran out of gas and ended up stranded. I was tempted by the Thunderbird Lounge on the way home, but knew none of the bar dregs would waste any of their government check buying this old broad a drink in the light of day. Jesse’s truck was gone when I got home.
Back in my bedroom I stripped down to nothing. I looked through my tired collection of cheap lingerie and slipped my bathrobe on instead. I didn’t bother tying it. I sat down and got the computer in gear on the second attempt. I logged in to the cam site hoping to hustle up at least fifty buck or so. After an hour I hadn’t even broken the fifteen dollar mark. Might have been because I wasn’t feeling the least bit sexy, much less horny. The guys might be a mob of basement trolls, but they can sense when you’re not into it at all. I tossed the headset aside and logged off.
I found myself in Jesse’s room. The smell of dirty laundry and cigarette smoke hung in the air along with his unique aroma. A mother always knows her son’s smell. I poked around until I found a half-smoked joint. I sat down on his bed, picked up one of the cheap plastic lighters from his window sill and took a few hits. He’d probably give me shit for smoking his weed, but he was going to give me shit for something no matter what, so why not this?
I lay down on his dirty sheets and wondered when he’d changed them last. I didn’t really care. I liked being in his dirty bed. I smiled when the image of his naked butt came to mind. My body relaxed as the weed began to work its magic. More thoughts of recent guilty pleasures teased me. Was it only yesterday that I had been on my knees sucking my boy’s cock? I hadn’t felt anything that good in a long while. Even when he was choking me with that beast of a dick, it still felt good to me.