Thank you for all the feedback on Chapter one. I decided to keep the story going based on how many people seemed to enjoy it, so please feel free to leave feedback on this chapter. I enjoy seeing what people think.
As far as the editing goes, I tried to be a little more careful with mistakes. I also tried to find an editor on the volunteer page, but no one was responding. If you are a volunteer editor, please pm me if you are interested in editing more of my work. I could obviously use a little editing help based on the first chapter comments.
Anyway, without further ado.
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Alex sat in the hot tub alone, still a little bewildered at what had just happened. He had so many questions to ask his mom. They sat together, her head resting on his shoulder for about 5 wonderful minutes while he caught his breath. As soon as his heart-rate had returned to normal, his mom announced that she was heading inside.
"See ya later," She said with a wink and was gone, her smile never leaving her face.
He pondered over the the last two hours and watched her ass sway into the house.
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Linda had a lot on her mind as well. She looked down at Alex from the window in her bedroom and breathed a sigh of contentment. Tom's gentle snoring on the bed beside her hardly registered. She was in love all over again, each time she looked at Alex. She was disappointed when he got out of the tub, stretched and grabbed his towel. He walked toward the house.
No longer having Alex to gaze upon, she stepped back from the window and sat in the bedside chair. She glanced over at the book she had been working through and almost picked it up before deciding that she was way too scatter brained to focus on reading. Instead she just sat back, closed her eyes and let her thoughts go.
There were so many feelings stirring in her right now. What surprised her the most though, was that guilt and regret were nowhere to be found.
Her heart fluttered.
How could she describe the feeling in any way that would do it justice? It's like that moment in high school. That moment, when your crush hands you a note that says they like you right back. Little fireworks go off in your heart every time you think the persons name or see their face. Nothing in the world can duplicate that feeling. She remembered that feeling well, but hadn't felt it for some time before today.
Without even realizing it, she was thinking back to her past romance with Tom. They had been into each other for months before either of them realized how easy it would be to get together. She would watch him on the sports field after school. He would sneak peeks at her in art classes. It wasn't until Tom finally worked up the courage to act on a little tip that his friend Bobby gave him that they got together.
Linda's mind then wandered back to graduation. That was the first time they had gone past fooling around. In fact, Linda was pretty sure that it was that night that was responsible for Jess. She wasn't certain because as soon as that wall was torn down, there was no keeping their hands off each other. For the next month they were insatiable.
Well, Linda was.
Tom was your average young man. He loved sex as much as a person would expect a testosterone filled youth would, but he was hesitant to take risks. He could show restraint, unlike Linda who lived for risks of a sexual nature. Not serious risks mind you, like sleeping around, but the risk of being caught drove her over the edge. Once she got those thoughts in her head, there was very little that could stop her. One of her favorite games was seeing just how much she could get away with when they couldn't be alone. She would quietly ride his cock in the back of a bus, or give him a hand job under the table at his family's Thanksgiving dinner. She loved that her lover would be forced to keep his composure while the people around them were oblivious.
Linda giggled to herself as she remembered the lecture he had given her that night. She could never understand the issue, it's not like they got caught. They never got caught. She was too careful for that and Tom had always been able to play it off, but the thrill is what got her.
Linda kept the fun and games alive until Tom entered the world of big business. That was about a year after Alex was born. The income that sustained them in the past didn't seem like enough anymore and Tom started working his way up the corporate ladder. He was frequently putting in extra hours to impress this person or that. Promotions and pay raises seemed to take the place of fun and games.
Linda was fine though. At least, that's what she told herself. During the play dates she took the kids on, she often heard her friends complain about their husbands. "They don't understand how exhausting it is raising children," They'd all say. "He gets home and is all over me. I've spent the day cooking, cleaning, hardly have time for a shower and he wants to jump my bones, two steps into the door. I swear, I've used the old headache excuse so many times he's gonna buy stocks in Tylenol."
"If only," Linda spoke, waking herself up back in the present. She sighed again, the excitement of earlier that day forgotten.
It wasn't until she heard Alex's footsteps pass by on the way to his room that her heart skipped a beat and she was brought right back to her previous state of mind.
She stood up from the chair to get dressed. Noticing the wet spot left in her chair. No, it wasn't from the sweet memories and forgotten romance of her past. It wasn't even from the illicit thoughts of Alex and her newly discovered relationship. It was simply that she was still wearing her towel wrapped tightly around her and the wet bathing suit had soaked through, leaving its mark. She removed the towel and her bathing suit and went to the dresser in search of a light, summer dress. She caught a glimpse of her naked self in the mirror and stopped just long enough to give an approving nod.
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Alex was back downstairs on the couch aimlessly flipping through the channels when his mom came down the stairs, dressed in a one of her many summer dresses. It was a dress that Alex had seen before and was unremarkable in every ways. Well, it used to be. Alex looked at his mom like he was seeing a brand new person. He had noticed her beauty before, of course. It fueled many 'evening sessions' when he was spending some alone time in his room. But now, now it was like she was real. Before this morning, she was just a figment of his imagination. A fantasy. Perfection. Not something that could ever be experienced or touched, but now...now she was really there.
He watched her glide from the stairs, around the sofa like he was watching a movie in slow motion. The sun dress seemed to be blowing in a breeze that didn't exist. She slowly moved towards him like she was floating on a cloud and...flopped unceremoniously on the sofa beside him, snapping him out of the illusion.
"Watchya watching?" She asked, just as if it was any average day.
"I'm sorry?" He replied.
"Just wondering what your watching is all," She repeated.
"Uh..nothing, just flipping," He said, a little bit disconnected from the conversation. He focused back onto the television.
Linda could tell that something was not right. 'A mother knows more about her son then he knows about himself' she silently thought to herself, repeating what she had said that morning. She thought it would be a good idea for them to clear the air a little.