Tragedy pushes a mother and son together

With the sandwiches eaten, they settled back again as the morning became afternoon, Jessica at one point, laying on her front, asked him to rub some lotion into her back. She immediately regretted her request as his hands slid across her skin, generating a sensation in the pit of her stomach that threatened to move lower. Finally, it began to cool down as they packed up their belongings and carried them back to the car. Neither of them could be bothered getting changed and so drove home, dressed as they were, Jessica enjoying the attention of passing motorists.

They had emptied the boot and put everything away when Tom asked, ‘Fancy going down to the pub for a drink?’

Jessica agreed, ‘Just give me time to have a shower and get changed,’ she said dashing upstairs. She called him once she had finished so that he too could refresh himself and get changed, emerging from her bedroom a short while later in a white shoulder-less dress.

Tom came out of his room in a polo shirt and chino’s stopping to give his mother the once over, ‘You look gorgeous, but I would add a cardigan if I were you, the white strap marks spoil the look.’

Returning to her room she checked in the mirror once more, she hadn’t noticed them, but now that he had pointed them out, she understood what he meant. Tom meant it as a joke as she was grabbing her cardigan.

‘You need to go topless tomorrow if you want them to disappear,’ he quipped with a smile.

Rejuvenation

They’d had a very pleasant evening down in the village, up to a point, even though Tom had been back nearly two months, folk did not realise he was home. Jessica was not enamoured by the number of young women who decided to stop and chat with him, even her female friends when they arrived, seemed more focused on Tom than they were with her. If Jessica hadn’t have known better, she would have considered that she was feeling jealous with all the attention he was receiving. As the evening progressed, she drank more each time another female approached, until by closing time her head was beginning to spin.

The walk home helped a little and even though Tom chatted away, she wasn’t in the mood for conversation, saying very little until they reached home. Once indoors, she sorted through her CD collection putting a disc in the player.

‘Come and dance with me,’ she slurred slightly, holding her arms out.

Tom humoured her, imagining that she was still missing his stepfather. The music was slow, and she found herself clinging to him, her groin grinding against his as they moved sensually around the room. She lifted her head, looking into his face, and then on impulse, kissed him.

It wasn’t the first time he had been kissed by his mother, she would often give him a peck on the cheek, occasionally, maybe a brushing of lips, but this was not a mother’s kiss, this was a woman’s kiss. Jessica suddenly recoiled in horror, appalled at what she was doing and embarrassed as she was sure she had felt a stirring in his groin. Tom was dumbfounded as she fled the room, hearing her running up the stairs and then the slam of her bedroom door as she flung it shut behind her. He turned off the music and switched off the lights before going up and knocking on his mother’s door, but got no answer, and when he tried the handle, he found the door locked.

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