Tom needed no second bidding, it had also been a while for him, and like his mother, he was reaching the point of no return. Leaning forward on his arms, his hips became a blur as he shagged her, and was quickly rewarded as she thrashed beneath him, her body going taut and her fingers digging into the sheet as she climaxed, followed seconds later as she cried out again and called his name, his cock twitching rapidly inside her and then jerking as his cum spurted deep inside her cunt.
It was the only time that night that they made love, it was late, and they were both sated and exhausted, falling asleep in each other’s arms. Jessica was the first to awake the next morning, turning on her side and looking at her son, still sleeping soundly on the opposite side of the bed. She had an urge to touch his skin and run her hands over his muscular chest, but instead, she lifted the covers gently and peered down at his morning erection, an instant thrill springing forth between her legs.
Tom was slowly coming awake as he turned his head and squinted at his mother, a smile suddenly appearing on his face, ‘You look pleased with yourself’ he murmured, raising his arms above his head and stretching.
‘Do you regret last night?’ she asked, wondering what was making him smile.
He shook his head, ‘Not at all, but there is one thing.’
Jessica looked worried and nervous for a second until he continued, ‘Next time we fuck, do you mind if I call you by your name, it doesn’t feel right saying ‘mum’ under those circumstances?’ Jessica looked relieved and then her face broke into a broad grin, he wanted to fuck her again, and he was teasing her, Tom getting a playful slap in retaliation as she pounced on him.
They were up, dressed and breakfast was finished when Jessica announced that she was going into town, Tom asking if she wanted company.
‘Not today thanks, I have some women things to do,’ and with that, she donned a jacket and collected some bags before going out and setting off in the car. Tom was at a bit of a loss, it was a nice day and he had thought they may visit the beach again, but without a vehicle, there was not much he could do. He went out and had a walk around the village, chatting to a few of the folk that he knew, but because it was still mid-week, most people were at work.
Bored, he made his way home, it was too nice to be inside, so took a large blanket and went down to the far end of the garden, spreading it out on the lawn. Returning indoors, he stripped off, donning just a pair of shorts and flip-flops as he went back outside and lay down on the blanket. He opened the bottle of lotion, rubbing it into his skin, even with a suntan, it was still possible to burn, he thought, as he idly opened a chilled bottle of beer he had brought with him, drinking half the contents before placing it to one side and laying down under the hot sun.
Even on such a glorious day, Tom was finding it difficult to settle, fidgeting all the while, he was used to working, and if not, he would be on the move and travelling, sitting around like this was starting to get him down, and especially being alone. It was mid-afternoon before he heard a car pull up at the side of the house, expecting his mother to come around the rear.