Turning to him she had to ask, ‘Somethings wrong and I need you to tell me, it doesn’t matter what it is, I need to know, are you becoming bored with me?’
Tom shook his head as another tear ran down his cheek, ‘It’s worse than that,’ he said. How could anything be worse than that Jessica wondered as her stomach lurched, Tom couldn’t say the words? Fearing they would make her angry, ‘I’ve developed feelings for you,’ was how he phrased it.
Jessica was stunned, her fears that evening had been confirmed and she had been ready to take on the two young women who had accosted them. During the journey home, a battle had raged in her head and it was only now that she could admit defeat and face the truth. She wiped the tear away, holding his face softly between her hands,
‘I hope you are trying to tell me that you are feeling the same as I am because I can say that I am falling in love with you.’ The feeling in the pit of her stomach had gone, replaced instead with a feeling of euphoria as her heart pounded rapidly, especially when her son spoke the words,
‘I love you, Jessica.’
They talked into the early hours about the implications of what they had just admitted to each other, alone and in bed together, the world felt perfect, but unfortunately, they could not stay like this forever. There was a world out there, and it would only take one tiny slip for it all to come crashing down around them. In the village, they could never be more than mother and son, yes, indoors, they could fuck each other’s brains out, but the moment they stepped outside, they put themselves in danger.
In town, they had been partially invisible, or so they thought, but that night had proved how easy it was for things to change, they had been lucky, the two young women had never met her and knew nothing of Tom other than they had gone to the same university. But it was not as though folk from the village never went into town, and how long would it be before one day, somebody recognised them in a compromising situation.
Sex was not on the menu that night as they finally fell into an exhausted fitful sleep, Jessica awaking first the next morning. Slipping on her dressing gown, she quietly tip-toed from the room, going downstairs to make them both a cup of tea as her mind once more puzzled over the conundrum that was their relationship. Yes, Tom was her son, but presently, he was also her lover and in the future perhaps, even more, she was happy and scared at the same time, he thrilled her and made her feel as she had done twenty years ago but she recognised that it would only take one simple slip for it all to come tumbling down.
She heard the toilet flush upstairs as she prepared the two cups, taking them back upstairs to her bedroom where Tom was propped up in bed awaiting her return. Placing one on either side of the bed, she climbed onto the mattress, the sight of his cock arousing her as she straddled his hips and teased him by running her fingernails along his shaft. It never failed to amuse her that such a simple touch would have such a rapid result as his cock because erect and jerked continually. Tom retaliated as his hand slid inside her dressing gown and between her legs, she tried to alter her position to keep him at bay, but eventually, he found his target, parting her labia and stroking her clitoris.