Lisa was in a rush to get home. She wondered how her son, Ben, would be feeling and how he had gotten through his day at college after what they had discovered about each other the night before. She had struggled to concentrate on her work as a realtor, the last house viewing of the day taking her some distance out of town.
But she knew her way well enough now, having lived in Charleston for some eight eventful years that had seen her life turned over after divorce and she was left to work and look after Ben. The young man, for that was what he sure was now, had kept his father's name of Moore, whereas she had reverted to Taylor.
Doing so had not caused her any trouble, or confused people she worked for and with. They had always known her as Lisa Taylor and, after a troubled start as a single mother, she had prospered; the family home that she lived in with Ben was a two-storey property cut into the hillside, like the homes on either side of her, and with the garage at a lower level. There was a yard and Ben always helped out by keeping the grass cut and tending to the shrubs and flower beds that were finally lending the front garden a splash of colour and a welcoming sight whenever you turned into the driveway.
What played out in her life within the four walls of the house, though, was something else and it was this that she now wanted to settle and to do that with Ben.
Her cell phone played its ring tune, and she saw 'Ben' on the screen, then her gangly son as he moved about the kitchen. She wouldn't be a bit surprised if supper was already 'on the go'. She had told him what they would be having, and he had to simply put the casserole dish in the oven.
"I'm not far away, darling. Give me another ten minutes or so," she called out happily. "Are you okay....is everything okay with you?"
She saw his lean face, the tumble of her rich brown hair, the trusting smile that he gave her as it all filled the phone's screen, and she wished that it was possible to pull in and talk for a moment. The traffic on the bridge crossing the Kanawha River was heavy, but her route home would be clearer once off that highway.
She guessed that he too would be looking at an image of her as she tried to talk, her head moving to take in the traffic around her as she made sure she did not miss the turn-off that she needed. The hours were so unpredictable, and she worked so darned hard, that she could never say how long her day would be, or what was expected of her by some clients, that she had not the time, or the energy, to exercise as she once did. That routine had once kept her figure as trim as she wanted. But strangely, and destructively, to the order of things at home, none of that had mattered to Ben. Devotion had taken a turn in the last twenty-four hours or so.
Ben finally answered her, and she heard his voice deepening. It no longer had that boyish sing-song tone.
"Supper's almost ready, and I'll be glad to see you. I've not felt so good in a long time, maybe ever after last night."
She felt that way too and remembered how they had stood in the light cast by a full moon that bathed her bedroom in its soft glow. He had gone to clean and relieve himself, and she had embraced an unlikely lover upon his return, whispering words of reassurance about how the experience had been for her.
Just like Ben, she had crossed from following one rule of life to another and there could be no turning back.
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They had finished supper and cleared away everything that would not go in the dishwasher. Moments of awkwardness had been gone through and Lisa had been as tongue-tied as Ben as they skirted around the events that were uppermost in their minds.
"Are you going up to your room and do some work?" she asked. "I was hoping you wouldn't...but that you would be with me."
She asked it and hoped that it didn't sound too needy.
"I'm up to date with my homework," Ben told her as Lisa kept looking his way and provoking him to give the answer that she wanted to hear. "After last night, I made sure I had nothing left to do. So, can I sit and watch some TV with you, or we talk...whatever?"
"Sure, we'll sit together," Lisa smiled and touched his arm, knowing what would be on his mind.
She had tugged tight the belt fastening of her fleecy dressing gown, the soft fabric feeling like a caress to her skin. She needed time with him again after all that they had pursued with each other the night before and had not spoken of. Their relationship had been changed and it seemed that each of them were trying to make sense of it all.
The TV's remote control lay between them, but it remained untouched. Instead, they each sought the other's touch and clenched hands. She saw his eyes drift over her and knew again what lay in that look. She felt it too, uncommon as it had been until last night and Ben had crept into her room. He had wanted to talk about the lonely life that she led.
Talk had then led to him lying under the duvet beside her naked body. She always slept that way except in the coldest depths of winter. A furtive touch had become a caress and then the easing away of any restraint until she had made a man of him.
He leaned across and brushed away her hair and gazed searchingly into her eyes. "It mattered to me, so much...what we did."
"Listen, Ben, darling, what happened last night has been on my mind nearly all day, or that's how it feels. I got through work, somehow, but the problem I have is how to keep what happened a secret. We've been so close ever since it became just the two of us. Keeping what we feel for each other a secret will be so much harder to do...from now on."
"I'll back off."
Lisa gripped his hand fiercely just to make her point.
"No, you won't, that's the last thing that I want. From what you have been saying, I don't think that's on your wish list either. Now come here and get closer to me."
She nestled in his arms and soon Ben's hand rested on her fleshy thigh as her dressing gown opened enough for him to see her legs. She parted them as his hand trailed caresses over her warm flesh but stopped short of her pussy.
"You're so soft and warm," he murmured.
Lisa did not stop him from caressing her thighs, nor the teasing brush of his fingers over her unshaven mound. She tugged on his arm to heighten the pleasure of his inexpert touches. She would show him again how it went, but she was already feeling an acute sense of longing in her belly.
"Here, at home, we can show our love for each other like this, openly. I'm not going to deny that last night was special and now I want to feel your hard prick in me again...here or in bed."
"Mom...Lisa!" he gasped as she pushed a hand under the rim of his lounge pants and fondled his prick. He'd wondered all through the day if fucking her last night and losing his virginity in the process, had been her way of educating him so that he wasn't so darned inept with the girls he'd tried to find in this way.
