“Here he comes” I said excitedly as Peter and his friends came through the custom’s doorway. My heart missed a beat at how gorgeous he looked. He was deeply tanned and seemed to have grown taller and broader.
He said goodbye to his friends who went off to meet their greeters and he came over to us.
“Hi dad” he said as Richard shook his hand, my husband isn’t a huggy sort of man.
Peter then turned to me. His trolley with his bags was between Richard and me as I opened my arms and he slid into them.
“Welcome home darling” I said kissing him on his cheek.
“Hello mum” he said moving back and looking into my eyes before pulling me back into his arms and putting his mouth near to my ear on the side away from Richard. He whispered. “I want you so much.”
It wasn’t just his words that hit me and made my pulse race it was also the feel of his erection rearing up my stomach. And with that all the concerns, the conflicts, the doubts and guilt registered in my mind just as the feel of his gorgeous cock registered in my body.
We talked non-stop on the forty minutes or so drive home. I sat in the back with Peter in the passenger seat half turned so he could look at me. As he told us about his trip so his eyes were continually holding my gaze and then roaming down my body quite evidently taking in the very noticeable swell of my breasts. It got to me. We smiled at each other, our gazes locked and we smouldered.
It was just same when we got home. All the time we were looking at each other, taking every opportunity to move close together and touching each other’s hand or arm or back. Every time I moved when Richard was not in the room or was looking away I could feel Peter’s gaze on me. I felt it on my boobs, my bottom and my crutch in the tight jeans.
Sara, my daughter, came home around three and she and Peter went to her or his room as he showed her his photos on his laptop; I just hoped against hope that he didn’t show her the wrong ones.
True to his word Richard stayed at home. I prepared an early dinner that the four of us ate together. The afternoon had passed without incident for Peter had a snooze to combat his jet lag and there was far less flirting between us. Sara was clearly a modifying influence on her brother and mother.
“I am popping over to Celia’s” Sara announced after dinner. “Great to have you home Pet” she went on using her nickname for Peter.
“And I have some work I have to do so would you mind helping your mother clear up?” Richard asked as he walked away and we stared at each, longingly.
For the first time we were alone. We cleared the table and tidied the large kitchen diner on the side of the horrendous six-bedroom, Victorian house that had been in Richard’s family since it was built in eighteen fifty something. Richard was across a hallway in his study.
“Well mum?” Peter said moving close to me.
“Peter no.” I stammered as I saw the look in his eye.
“Yes Cat, yes” he sighed closing the gap between us.
“I said that we had to stop when you got home” I told him unconvincingly.