The day before, Celeste had gotten a call from Jeff. Jeff had been residing in his own apartment, had been away at college and was coming home to stay a few days for her birthday. He called saying he would be visiting for awhile. The first night, Jeff and his mom had dinner together. Terrence had a spur of the moment out of town business meeting. This was expected, so they ate dinner, and talked about the day.
Later, Jeff carried on as he did in his own place. As Celeste went to her room later that eve, she chanced to catch him in the bathroom… relieving himself. This was something Celeste had never seen a man do. With an inch to peep thru in the door, she watched as her son very carefully handled his tool, with a slow rhythmic stroke. Her lips went dry… she watched him lean into it just as he began coming. As the first spurts came, she realized what she was doing and quietly rushed away. Alone in her room, she watched tv, her mind going back to what she’d seen her son doing minutes before. She closed her eyes and thought about it. But she would come back to normal thinking… that was your son, okay? She ran this thru her mind a couple times. But she shirked it off thinking it was just a fluke incident.
After a little late night tv, she stripped down to her sleeping attire: a sleeveless cotton nightshirt with nothing on underneath. She reclined back on a couple of pillows, closed her eyes and began to finger herself. Celeste had started doing this a couple years ago, after Terrence began promising they would have more time together. It felt sooo good. She began to softly moan. As she fantasized while fingering she was aware of the brief flashes of her son’s “relieving” but continued with her fingering. After coming, she lay there in the afterglow, recalling her last thoughts before she came. Then she dozed off.
The next day, during breakfast Terrence called. He would be home tomorrow. She was glad and hoped to make a special dinner for him. He smiled and told her he couldn’t wait to taste it– and her. This would be her birthday celebration. She giggled hanging up the phone. As she went about her daily chores, she cautiously walked past the bathroom door again, peeking to make sure she didn’t walk in on… anything. There Jeff was again, relieving. Her eyes widened as she watched his slow and steady jerk. Hypnotically, she watched licking her lips, then stepped away. Noticing how wet she was from watching her own son, again, she shirked it off and thought herself a “bad girl” for doing so. As she stood down the hall listening closely, she could’ve sworn she heard Jeff come. Standing aside the doorway, she watched him leave the bathroom. Frowning to herself for her lewd thoughts… she hurried to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
As she was finishing dinner the next eve, and had everything kept warm, Jeff arrived. She noticed his sluggish look, and reminded him to hurry off his the room and change. “Your father’s coming home tonight. Wanna be ready don’t you?”