AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story owes a great debt to "Six Times a Day" and its author, spacer_x, along with many others.
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Allie called up to Josh's room around six thirty that evening to let him know that dinner was ready. Earlier that day he'd come perilously close to getting caught in his mother's bed, asleep and cum-covered. He'd escaped in the nick of time and thought he'd managed a pretty good cover. In the intervening hours, though, he kept to his room and busied himself with school work. Allie could be heard below, banging around in the rest of the house. Because she hadn't actually left the house, though, he found it impossible to sneak the shoebox with her sex toys back into her room. Eventually, he knew, she would go into her underwear drawer and see the box missing.
As he paced his room for the thousandth time a thought suddenly occurred to him. Maybe Lana would have some advice. He texted her, explaining his predicament as succinctly as he could. Five minutes later he got her solution.
"Get her drunk"
Huh, he thought. That might actually work. While he rarely saw his mom drunk, she was certainly no teetotaler. It shouldn't be too hard to get her tipsy enough that he could find a moment to sneak upstairs and stuff the box back into her drawer.
"Josh," a voice called from downstairs. "Dinner."
As he made his way down, warm and inviting smells met his nose. The counter was resplendent with a variety of foods.
"Another feast," he said.
Allie beamed at him. "For my growing boy," she said. "Man, I should say. My thoughtful man, who works all day and still finds time to cleans the house while I'm gone." She had the slightest slur in her voice. Josh looked over her shoulder and saw a mostly empty glass of wine by the oven. This might be easier than I thought, he mused.
"What are you smiling about," Allie asked.
"Nothing. I'm just looking forward to dinner."
They sat and ate. Like the night before, they had a wonderful time. All the anxiety about the box in his room and all his schemes drifted away as they simply enjoyed each other. Whether it was the wine or the mood, Allie was quick to laugh tonight, and when she did she threw her head back with long, throaty laughs. Josh breathed in her perfume, intoxicated, and had a hard time avoiding frequent glimpses of a conspicuous gap in the buttons of her shirt. She was undeniably sexy, and for the time being, she was Josh's.
"So, what's for dessert?" he asked as he scooped the last of his vegetables up onto a fork.
"Oh my god, you're such a pig. Where do you put it all?"
"When the food is this good, I don't ask my body where it puts it all. I just enjoy," he said, grinning.
"Well, if it's that good, I won't ask either. Why don't you get the movie set up while I get dessert?"
Josh made his way to the entertainment center and popped open the movie she had rented. He didn't recognize the title but knew that she veered towards rom-coms and tearjerkers. He figured the odds were fifty one way, fifty the other, popping in the disc.
Allie returned a moment later with two delicious looking slices of cherry pie. "Wow," he said, "that looks..."
She bent over to set them down on the coffee table and he got a deep view of her cleavage. "That looks... really, really good," he finished, unable to help himself. Still bending over, she looked up at him and gave a coy smile.
"Thank you," she said. "Would you mind getting the lights?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," he said. Normally she didn't play with the lights just to watch a movie. Then a thought popped into his head. "Can I get you some more wine?" he asked.
"That would be lovely," she said.
He returned with two glasses and a fresh bottle of white. She eyed him warily as he set it down with a clunk. "Well," he said with a shrug, "now we don't have to get up if we want more wine."
They settled themselves on the couch, Josh in the middle and Allie tucked up in one corner. To his surprise, the movie was neither a rom-com nor a tearjerker. Instead, she'd selected a, well... what could he describe it as? An erotic drama? It was a foreign film with subtitles revolving around two sets of husbands and wives, each involved in a complicated series of affairs. There was a lot of implied sex and frequent topless shots. Every twenty minutes or so Josh would casually lean forward and top off Allie's wine glass. As the movie progressed, she grew more and more relaxed. Her head lolled around on her shoulders and she let her feet fall onto Josh's lap.
After a time, though, his bladder got the best of him and he had to excuse himself. When he returned the movie had taken a turn. One of the female characters was completely nude, facedown on a massage table. A man, also nude, was giving her a long, deep massage. Josh stood at the back of the couch, silently looking down on his mother. She was transfixed, and one of her hands seemed to be grazing ever so gently back and forth over a nipple.
"That looks relaxing," he said. Allie shot with fright into the air when he spoke.
"Josh, you scared me half to death!" she cried, wincing. She rolled her head back and forth, then gave a little whimper as it tilted left. "Shit, I think I hurt my neck."
"I'm sorry," he said, "come here. Lean back." He pulled her back into an upright sitting position and put his hands on her shoulders, then starting rubbing.
She shrugged him off. "No, I'm okay."
He sat back down on the couch, wondering if he was disappointed or relieved. Their previous movie night had been so intense, he wasn't sure about going down that path again. They both watched the scene continue to unfold onscreen. The woman had flipped over on her back and the man rubber her breasts, hard. Josh's erection was throbbing in his pants. He had the crazy notion to take it out right then and there and start jacking off. What his mother do, he wondered. He could still imagine the sensation of Lana's lips moving up and down his shaft from earlier that morning, less than a hundred feet from here.
Allie rolled her head on her shoulders and gave it a stretch.
"Still hurt?," he asked.
"A little, I guess," she said quietly.
"Let me," he said, and without waiting for an invitation, he turned her sideways on the couch, so she her back was to him, and started rubbing her shoulders. After a moment, she relaxed with a deep sigh.
"See, nothing like a good massage. She knows," he said, indicating the woman on the screen.
Allie laughed. "Yeah, I bet she knows."
His hands gripped her muscles and massaged deeply. She moaned. "Between last week's foot massage and this, you should be a professional." His hands worked slowly over and around her shoulders.
He paused for moment and filled both their wine glass again. "I really shouldn't have any more," she said.
"You should," he assured her. "It'll help relax the muscles."
