Madeleine came into Kate’s arms and they hugged, Kate very conscious of the feel of her firm, naked body in her arms, and also remembering that Maddy had told her she was bisexual added another dimension to the hug. Kate was sure that, from Madeleine’s point of view, this was just a platonic hug expressing happiness and gratitude, but for Kate’s part, she wondered if she was indeed bisexual herself when she felt a tingle in her nether regions as she rubbed her palms on Madeleine’s naked back, and found herself resisting the urge to run her hand down the girl’s back to feel her bottom.
“C’mon you two”, said Jake, climbing out of bed, with his still stretched, but now slack, post coital tool swinging low. “That’s enough of this sentimental stuff. It’s not late, so let’s go to the kitchen and have a hot chocolate, or something, and chat before bed time.”
“Good idea,” said Kate, turning to go, but stopping when she saw Madeleine step over to the desk and pick up her knickers. “No point in getting dressed, love. At this hour, or rather by the time we finish our supper, it’ll be too late for you to be driving home, so why don’t you stay the night? Jake’ll get you a robe from the bathroom, won’t you dear?”
“Yes Mum,” he replied, and taking Madeleine’s hand he said, “C’mon, toots,” and led her out of the room.
Kate followed them until they turned off into the bathroom, and smiled while watching their backs as they walked hand in hand, stark naked, with their cute buttocks flexing with each step. Kate then went and had a quick shower in the ensuite bathroom attached to her bedroom, just to get rid of the hospital smells, and a little while later they were all in the kitchen together in their robes, Kate in her sexy silk robe that showed off her figure to advantage, while Jake and Madeleine were warm and comfortable in their amorphous flannel bathroom robes. Jake offered to make the hot drinks, leaving the girls at the table.
Madeleine said to Kate, “I’ve never been in a situation like this and it feels so new and fabulous.”
“In what way?” queried Kate, and then in a cheeky tone of voice, “Bonking my son, or getting on well with his mother?”
“Kate! You’re teasing me,” replied Madeleine, giving the back of Kate’s hand a pretend slap. “Well… yes, both of those things. I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, and I’m twenty three now, so there have been quite a few boys in those seven years, and I’ve never met any mother who has made me feel as welcome as you have. Neither I nor my boyfriend at the time have been able to tell his mother what we are doing, and in all cases we have lived in fear of her finding out. In recent years, going out with older men, in their mid-to-late twenties, some mothers have known or guessed, but there was no way I could talk to them about it. I always felt they resented the intimacy their son and I were sharing… almost as if I was some little slut using sex to lure their son away from them. But here I feel welcome, relaxed and happy.”