The sight of her left Jake making a swift adjustment to his pants from behind the kitchen counter. She was wearing a black, silk robe that barely reached past her ass and a small pair of shorts and bra underneath. His mother had always made it a point to be comfortable in her own home, and entertaining family was never a reason to break with tradition.
“Your wine,” Jake said as he held out the glass.
Chelsea grabbed it eagerly and took a sip. She closed her eyes as the flavors coated her tongue. Turning her attention back to Jake, she grinned and gave a nod of approval.
Dinner with Chelsea was exactly what Jake needed. He found himself laughing and drinking to his heart’s content with an old friend rather than a parental figure. They made quite the pair which had always been an unusual but delightful case.
When they took their wine glasses to the couch and Jake finally heard his mother ask the reason behind his unexpected but very enjoyable visit, he was already past the point of being comfortably tipsy to give her an honest answer. She listened intently and did her best to keep their glasses full. By the time Jake told her about his plan to search for a sex therapist in the morning, she was deep in thought.
“Are you alright?” He asked. “I’m the one having the crises, but you look like you’re right in the middle of one of your own.”
“It’s just a dilemma,” she responded after a moment. The woman took a breath as if committing to her resolve before continuing. “I wasn’t planning on saying anything, but I feel like I should be honest with you too. Your father’s getaway is more than just a business trip. He’s been having an affair for a few months now. He accidentally butt dialed me while his secretary was giving him a blow job. How cliché is that!”
The mood was quickly turning sober. Sensing this, Chelsea put the smile back on her face to show that everything was alright. “Our marriage has been over for some time, and I want you to know that because of what I’m about to suggest. There’s no need to see a therapist when there’s a much better solution. All you need is practice and to work with someone patient. We can get you past this hurdle together.”
Jake didn’t know what to say. He was attracted to Chelsea more than he cared to admit, but the idea of actually fucking her was something that was never even considered. There was an invisible line. He could look but never touch. Even now, his eyes devoured every inch of her with each sweeping glance, but could those feeling be acted on?
“I’m kind of drunk,” he admitted. “But it sounded like you offered to help me last longer.”
“I did,” she told him. “There’s no need to shell out huge amounts on sex toys when the real thing will work far better. Jake, I love you like you’re my own flesh and blood, and I know this is something we can fix together. What do you say? Can we give this a chance?”
There was determination in her eyes, and Jake knew his mother well enough to recognize when her mind was fixed on an idea. What she was offering made sense. Instead of countless trial and errors mixed with talking to a shrink for who knows how long, he could actively work to correct the problem himself. He gave her a nod and witnessed a spark enter her eyes.