Jasperspen ©
This story is set in a small town in the UK and written in UK English.
All people depicted in this story are fictitious and over the age of 18.
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PART 2
I think in our different ways, both Mom and I were somewhat shocked by what had happened this morning. A simple attempt at easing Mom's headache with a neck massage, had somehow spiralled into my first ever sex, and more unexpectedly, with my mom.
I admit though, that since having that sudden insight during my 18th birthday party, that had changed how I saw her from being just 'mom', into realising what an incredibly attractive and sexy woman she was, I had deliberately contrived to have more contact with her through tighter 'hugs', and watched for any inadvertent display of underwear or bare skin. Some of those surreptitious touches and opportunist sights, had fed my masturbatory fantasies for many nights.
The opportunity to massage her neck the first time, that almost turned into touching her breasts, I had thought would be a one off, and on her part was a temporary mental aberration, and as far as I would ever get. It never occurred to me that later she would let us go as far as full penetrative sex and let me come inside her; that's what shocked me, but also elated me. I hoped she didn't regret it or let it change our day-to-day relationship.
It became obvious from what she had said that she felt Dad didn't give her much attention these days. Why that was I didn't know. Having now seen her naked, I was at a loss to see why Dad no longer seemed to appreciate her in that way.
I didn't see much of her during the rest of the day as she went shopping, met a couple of her friends, and stayed out for lunch. I therefore had most of the day on my own, mainly reliving the events of the morning, while rubbing my cock almost raw and trying to believe they were true and not a dream or figment of my fertile imagination.
When she came home, carrying a few bags from various clothes shops, she greeted me as she normally did, and there was no mention or hint of what had happened earlier. I was sort of relieved and wondered if that was how she wanted to play it, as if it had never occurred.
Dinner was normal, the usual chat about what each other had been doing, no strange looks or comments from Mom, I was beginning to wonder if I had dreamt it all.
In the following days, everything seemed as it normally did; I continued to hug and pay attention to her and she responded as she usually did, but no further hint or odd look passed between us. I really did think that it was a once in a lifetime event (assuming it really was real) and that was that.
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The following Saturday, a week later, we were having dinner in the early evening as usual.
"You have remembered that I have that golf competition tomorrow," Dad said, towards the end of the meal.
Mom looked at him as if she had misunderstood, "What, on a Sunday? Tomorrow?"
"Yes, it's the only time we could all get together," he replied, nonchalantly.
"But you were out playing all day today too," she said, the annoyance starting to show in her voice.
"I know but that was just practice, tomorrow is the real game."
"You don't seem to have any time for us these days, with your blessed golf friends," she said, her voice rising.
"Oh, don't go on so, it's relaxation for me after the stress of my job," he replied, not realising my mom's mounting anger.
"What about my stress," she countered, "we all have different stresses to cope with."
I looked from one to the other and knew this was going to be just another argument, so quietly I made my excuses, stood up and left the room. I don't think either of them noticed.
I went upstairs to my room, the raised voices continuing downstairs. I sat at my computer, put on my headphones, and immersed myself in the latest game I had bought. I couldn't hear them anymore, just as normal.
I lost track of time, but did notice that the light was fading outside, so I guess I had been playing for about two hours. I jumped when something touched my shoulder and I spun round to see Mom standing there.
"Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to startle you or intrude, but I tried knocking and you obviously couldn't hear me," I heard her say, a bit muffled.
She pointed at her ears then my headphones.
"Ah, yes, sorry," I said removing them, "I was a bit involved."
"I could see," she smiled.
"The reason I came up to see you is that your dad has decided he needed an early night as he has to get up early tomorrow for his so called 'big match'," she grimaced, and let out a heavy breath. "Anyway, I thought about making some toffee popcorn and watching a film of some sort on the TV, but it's not much fun on my own, I... err wondered if you wanted to join me."
"Toffee popcorn," I said, "that sounds good, but what's the catch, are you going to watch a soppy film with crying and stuff?" I asked.
"No, no catch," she laughed, "we can choose something we both like."
Wow, did she look attractive when she laughed. All her face lit up and her green eyes sparkled. I saw she was wearing a knee-length, dark blue, loose skirt with bare legs and white button-up blouse with the top two buttons undone. I couldn't remember if she had been wearing that for dinner, as I had been trying not to draw attention to myself by looking too interested.
"Yes, ok, that would be great," I said, glad that she was acting normally around me. "I'll just use the bathroom and change into something more suitable."
"Suitable?" she said, raising an eyebrow, but with a tiny smile.
"Ummm yea, you know for sitting comfortable for a couple of hours." I added.
"Oh yes, ok, well come down when you are ready, I'll sort out the popcorn."
I watched her bottom move under her skirt as she left the room. I don't think the swing of it was exaggerated for me, but it still looked sexy.
Fifteen minutes later, I had sorted myself out, changed into some fairly respectable sleep-shorts and a long T shirt. I sometimes did this late in the evening, so it wasn't an unusual thing to do, but it was more comfortable than a shirt and jeans to lounge about in. I went downstairs to find Mom coming out of the kitchen with a tray that had on it a big bowl of delicious looking popcorn coated in brown toffee, a tall glass of red wine and a bottle of beer.
I followed her into the living room where she indicated I should close the door.
"We don't want to disturb your dad with the TV, although after the three large glasses of whisky he had before he went up, I doubt he'll stir unless a shotgun goes off," she giggled, "now there's a thought," the last part said under her breath. "Right, let's see what we have on offer on the film channels," she said, clicking the remote control. "Oh, I thought you might like a beer rather than wine, so I got you one, is that ok?"
"Yes, fine thanks," I said, noting she had already opened it for me.
We settled on a film that neither of us had seen, a compromise of a bit of action and an interwoven love story that didn't sound too soppy. Mom dimmed the lights to a soft glow, and we sat at each end of the wide sofa, facing the very large-screen TV -- I said Dad earned a good wage, the bowl of popcorn and drinks on the low table in front of us. We didn't bother with the blanket on the back of the sofa, that we use sometimes, as it didn't feel that cool.
