“This was your bright idea!” she said with sarcasm, though with affection rather than anger.
“Hey, come here.” Harry took the towel and laid it over the filthy corner mattress. He made it halfway tolerable by pulling a decayed tarp over it first, and then tossing the wet rags above the towel before he sat down. Claire sat down next to him, shivering, her back facing him.
Harry’s arms went around his mother, holding her close, pressing her back against his stomach, then angled himself so that the side of his hip was against the side of Claire’s. As they shivered, he held Claire more closely, who appeared completely oblivious to the strangeness being nearly naked and soaking wet next to her son, she turned around to face him.
“You really are getting cold too…”
“Yeah, it’s starting to get to me too…hey, come here, let’s try to warm each other up.”
Harry pressed his mother more tightly toward him and she reciprocated. He rubbed his hands up and down her back forcefully, fast and strong with the hope of bringing back some warmth to her skin. Claire responded by snuggling up against her son’s chest.
Claire and Harry could feel one another’s breath against one another’s necks. Harry glanced down at the hints of ruddy freckles scattered over his mother’s fair skin, and tried his best not to stare at the ample cleavage overflowing from her wet bra, or the fact that the damp lace did little to hide her nipples. It was at that moment that he stopped thinking about the cold and realized that his briefs were sticking out like a tent, and that just about the only warmth in his body was concentrated around his crotch.
Harry and Claire had some ambiguous moments before. On on occasion his cousin was taken aback by the photo he took of Harry and his Claire, son standing behind his mother with his arms around her stomach, more like boyfriend and girlfriend than mother and son. Still, that was playful rather than indecent. Then again there was the time when Claire needed a back-rub after a tiring day at work and her dutiful son obliged, only to get rock-hard in his shorts. He told himself that she didn’t notice, and explained his response to himself with the correct understanding that he was young and horny, and that those thoughts would go away as soon as one of his girlfriends in high school would put out. Obviously nothing “indecent” had ever happened between them – after all, Claire and Harry had a normal mother and son relationship with no underlying thread of sexual tension except at those few unintended moments when just the right (or wrong) mental buttons were pushed.
The question now was what to do now, as soon as Claire looked down, her son’s arousal from the feel of her body was there in plain sight, there was no way to hide or deny it. She must have seen and probably felt the warm hardness against her thigh through his briefs, but she said nothing and gave no hint of any reaction or discomfort. If anything, she just kept rubbing and caressing her son’s back and encouraging him to do the same to keep away the cold.