Home From University 1

* * * * * 1 Year Ago * * * * *

Laura's morning alarm went off at 7 a.m. to wake her up for work. She was exhausted. Her daughter's night terrors were especially bad last night, it took longer than usual to calm her down and get her back to sleep. She crawled out of bed, threw on her robe and made her way to the kitchen for a strong coffee.

Thankfully her workday wasn't too busy, and it passed by without any major issues. She felt like she was stuck in a rut, just sinking in the constant cycle of tiredness and workdays. She knew it wasn't her daughter's fault, she didn't blame her for any of this, but it still didn't help the fact she was constantly drained and unsatisfied with her life.

She'd lost her husband 5 years ago when a drunk driver hit their car while he was trying to teach their daughter to drive. Since then, it was just her, her son Jay and her daughter Charlotte. 3 years ago, Jay, with the push of his sister, had made the impossible decision to pursue his education, and he'd left home to attend university for 4 years. He still had 1 year to go before his course ended and he'd finally be able to come home.

The only way they were able to keep in contact was through text messages and phone calls because they simply couldn't afford air travel and leaving Charlotte at home alone was impossible.

Laura decided to treat herself after work today. She'd go get a nice new haircut and just freshen up her look, that'd help her feel better for a while. Back at home in her bedroom, she was admiring her new look in the mirror and decided she'd take a nice new selfie and send it to her son along with their daily messages.

"Mom? Who's this beautiful woman using your phone sending me pictures?" her son replied.

Such a simple silly response but for some reason Laura couldn't stop smiling. Did he really think she was beautiful? She spent the rest of the night randomly thinking about it and it kept making her smile. The next morning, she took a new selfie while she was drinking her coffee and sent it to him.

"Omg she's back. Tell her she's gorgeous for me please!" he replied.

Damn it, she thought, he'd done it again. Given her a smile that lasted the entire day. Any time her mood dipped she'd reopen her messages and re-read what he'd said to boost herself again.

Laura found herself starting to crave his daily confidence boosts. This continued for weeks, and her confidence and happiness grew so much. He had no idea how happy his messages were making her. She didn't want to make it awkward or risk him stopping so she never told him. She missed her son dearly and she felt like this was bringing them much closer.

A couple weeks after her first selfie was sent, she was in the changing room at a clothing store one day trying on some new tops. She took a series of selfies, so she'd have plenty to send. The main thing all these tops had in common was that they all showed off her cleavage, ranging from a little bit to quite a lot. Her heart was in her throat when it came to time to send the first one. Until now they'd all been of her face, but Laura wanted more. She wanted to show more of herself and see what he would say. Picking one showing a little cleavage she finally got enough courage to send it.

"Hot damn mom, what a gorgeous top. I'm loving your mirror selfies :)" he responded.

"What do you like about it?" she asked.

"How it hugs your figure. The color looks great, it's not too 'in your face', you know what I mean? Oh, and the cleavage is a winner too, sorry, had to say it!"

Yet again her son had left her feeling great about herself and he said he liked her cleavage, that's exactly what she wanted.

Helen knew deep down that what she was doing was probably wrong. Flirting with her son like this. But they both seemed to like it, he was seeing revealing pictures of her and in return he was making her feel good about herself, so who was it hurting? She didn't want to stop.

As the week progressed the following pictures got a little more revealing every day. Jay reacted the same way to all of them, with kindness, love, and cleavage compliments. After sending her latest one, he called her out on it.

"I love all your pictures mom, you look so good, but I swear you show me more cleavage every day. One day I'm sure I'll wake up to you fully topless haha."

Oh dear, she'd been caught out. How should she handle it, she wondered.

"Well, you seem to like looking and I enjoy your compliments. Would that be such a bad thing?" she asked him.

"I wasn't complaining. Just making an observation really. I don't think it would be bad at all. I'd enjoy it to be honest!" he told her.

"You'd like to see your mother topless then? Naughty boy!" she joked with him.

"It doesn't matter if you're my mother or not. Honestly that just makes it more fun. You're a sexy woman no matter what. If I can make you feel good by complimenting your body, then so be it. I want you to be happy mom."

"You have made me very happy baby. I love taking these pictures and sending them to you. It excites me."

"Are you saying sending your son revealing photos turns you on?" he questioned her.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." she said.

"Good, I'm glad I'm not the only one getting turned on!"

Their daily texts had now become just a barrage of flirtation and sexy comments. It all felt so normal to them now. As the weeks went by, they each counted down the days until they would see each other again. They began sharing their fantasies and turn-ons.

One day, Laura had a day off work, Charlotte hadn't had a night terror that night, so she slept all the way through the night. She woke feeling really good and horny, desperate to touch herself. She took a new picture of her lying in bed, her top half completely naked except her arm was laying across her breasts to cover her nipples.

"Wish you were here," she wrote and sent the picture.

"Fuck, I wish I was there too mom. The things I'd do to you!" he almost instantly replied.

"Tell me what you'd do to your poor naked mommy," she said.

"I'd move that arm first of all. Covering up tits like yours should be a crime. Second, I'd pin those arms above your head with one hand, so I'd leave you helpless as I kiss my way down your neck, your chest, taking your nipples in my mouth and my other hand between your legs playing with your pussy."

"Fuck baby, you have no idea how badly I need you to touch me. I can't wait until you get home."

"Me too mom, I'm counting the days!"

"Count down the days until these are yours," she sent him the topless picture he'd always wanted. Her nipples hard on the tip of her breasts.

"Fuck me!" he expressed his overwhelming joy.

"I plan to ;)" she answered.

* * * * * Present Day * * * * *

It took a lot of convincing for Jay to leave home and attend university away from his sister, but thankfully in a couple of days it would all be over, and he would be back where he belonged, at home.

That week passed by quickly. He had handed in his notice at his part-time job, all his belongings were packed up and the day finally arrived when he was granted his freedom from this educational prison.

Not being able to afford a flight out, his mother Laura would make the 10-hour long drive to pick him up. A decision she didn't make lightly. His sister Charlotte suffered from agoraphobia and night terrors, meaning she was unable to leave the house and leaving her unattended when she has a night terror can be frightening and potentially dangerous for her. Unfortunately, this was the only way he could get home.

The plan was that she'd come to get him, they'd pack his things into the car and start driving back immediately until it got too late, then they'd stop in a motel for the night and leave again first thing in the morning. Laura wasn't thrilled by the idea of Charlotte being left home alone but she'd be available 24 hours a day by phone if she needed anything.

The family lived a comfortable life, but they didn't have the kind of money to throw away on casual flights, so because of that, they hadn't seen each other in person in 4 years since Jay had left home. The only way they could keep in constant contact was via texts, phone calls or social media.

Over the past year or so, Laura and Jay had grown very close through texting and phone calls. What started out as innocent conversation and compliments on selfies between a lonely mother and son, slowly evolved over the span of a year into casual sexting, nude picture sending and the sharing of fantasies. Thinking back on it, Jay couldn't remember when or why it started exactly but there was now a definite strong sexual attraction between him and his mother that they couldn't ignore. One they both planned to act on as soon as possible.

He watched as her car pulled up and she parked it close by. Stepping out of her car into the abnormally hot air of this summer's day, his gorgeous 46-year-old mother, wearing a bright yellow sundress immediately threw her arms around him and they hugged for a while, just holding each other. Laura, standing at 5'5 and weighing 130 pounds, was towered over by her now 28-year-old son at 6'1 and weighing in at a muscly 200 pounds. She buried her head in his chest as they held each other.

"My baby boy is all grown up!" She squeezed him and took a step back to admire his new muscly figure.

"You look incredible, mom. All those pictures you've sent don't do you justice," he took a moment to appreciate her standing there.

"Thank you, baby. I don't mean to hurry you but let's get this car filled, I'd like to get on the road as soon as possible."

With the car now filled up with his things, they headed off to begin the first portion of their drive home. Laura got on the phone with Charlotte and updated her along their journey roughly every hour. They'd talked their way through many topics so far on the drive, catching up on everything they'd missed before they hit one he wasn't too keen on discussing; dating.

"So, any dates recently you've not told me about?" she asked.

"Afraid not, not for a couple of years," he told her.

"I feel your pain, I really do."

"It's okay, like you I spent a lot of my free time just working on myself. You look fantastic, so much better in person compared to the pictures you've sent," he complimented her.

"Oh, you don't like the pictures then?" she joked.

"I absolutely did not say that. You know how much I love your pictures, I just love the real you a little more," he smiled.

"Aww, thank you, baby. It's nothing much really, just some swimming after work a couple times a week and lots of walking."

"Whatever you're doing, it's working wonders." Laura blushed a little and couldn't stop smiling. "How about you, mom? Any lucky guys out there sweeping you off your feet yet?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not darling. Not since your father."

"Mom, it's been 6 years. You're allowed to move on with your life and find some happiness again."

"I know baby, I'm sure I'll be ready someday." she said.

"Maybe we just need to throw you into the deep end, set you up on a blind date, or better yet a one-night stand. Clear out those pipes," he chuckled.

"The only one I want near my pipes right now, is you," she smiled.

Thinking back to all their sexual conversations and plans got them both excited again.

The brief mention of his father had made him think about his sister, Charlotte.

Charlotte had sadly been through more than her fair share of trauma throughout her life. Most of which had left her with severe social anxiety and agoraphobia. She never left the house. Their father, when she turned 18, in an effort to try and help her with her condition, offered to teach her how to drive so that she could hopefully one day enjoy the outside world once again, even if she did it in the safety and confinement of a car. The only reason she agreed to try it was because she felt so safe with him.

It was during one of these lessons that their lives unfortunately took a turn for the worse and a drunk driver took their father from them.

Since that day Charlotte has never left the house again, she suffers from night terrors most nights, waking up screaming and apologizing over and over after reliving the accident night after night.

She was the reason Jay struggled with the decision to leave for university. He loved his sister more than anything and the choice to leave her for 4 years was the hardest of his life. But it was her that had convinced him to go. Now he couldn't wait to get home and see her again.

"How's Charlotte doing, mom?" he asked.

"No change I'm afraid. Days are mostly fine, it's the nights that are the worst. I'm up most nights comforting her and helping her back to sleep. Not easy when I've got work the next day and I'm exhausted, but we make do."

"Sometimes I wish I never left. I should have been there for her. For you both."

"She wanted you to go, Jay. She wanted you to live your life, experience new things, get an education. She didn't want you stuck at home with her all the time. She felt like she was holding you back." Laura explained. "It was a good thing sweetheart. She suffers with survivor's guilt after the accident so to let you go even temporarily was a huge thing for her."

"I guess so, we were just so inseparable for years after the accident. I missed that most of all. That closeness we shared."

"She's grown and changed a lot over these 4 years. She's done a lot of work on herself to find her true self and become at peace with who she is. Physically she has changed on the outside but inside she's still the same broken, damaged and hurt girl you remember. She still needs her big brother to be there for her."

"Thank you for taking such good care of her, mom. I'll help as much as I can while I am home. If she's comfortable with me being there that is. I don't want to push her out of her comfort zone."

"To this day darling I don't think she has a bond with anybody the way she does with you. Not even me. You are a constant source of comfort, stability and safety for her."

He reached out for her hand and took it in his. They spent a lot of the drive home holding hands and engaging in small talk. One of the strongest bonds they shared was their mutual love and care for Charlotte.

"I must admit it feels good to have your hand in mine once again," she said squeezing it.

"Just be glad I didn't rest it on your thigh then," he grinned, squeezing her hand back.

"Your father used to do that when we'd drive together, I loved that. You can do it too if you want, I don't mind." she offered.

"You sure?" he asked.

Laura took his hand and placed it in the middle of her thigh. He squeezed a little, gripping her soft flesh over her yellow sundress.

"Now don't go getting all handsy like your father used to," she warned him.

"You have no idea how hard I'm fighting the urge," he admitted.

He could feel his heart beating in his chest, after a year of teasing and sexting, here he was with his hand on her thigh finally like they'd talked about so many times.

"Trust me I do. After all we've said and sent to each other, you think I don't want to just push your hand a few inches upwards and let you touch me in all the ways we've talked about?"

"It is getting late. Let's get off the road and find a motel so maybe we can do some of those things."

"Mm, you're right," she moaned softly, "Okay keep an eye out for one."

They still had 4 hours of their drive to go, and it was getting late so they both kept an eye out for a motel on their route. Eventually they found one, but it was almost fully booked. Most of the patrons were like them, driving a long distance, picking up loved ones from universities and colleges. Laura parked the car while Jay went in to book their room.

An elderly gentleman, looked to be in his late 60's, with a half-smoked cigarette in the corner of his mouth, was sitting at the desk reading a book.

"Good evening, do you have any rooms available for two people just for the one night?" he asked.

"You're in luck, we've only got two rooms left. One with two single beds and one with a double bed. Which would you like?"

"We'll take the double bed, please."

"Room 216, out the door to your left, head upstairs and yours is the last room on the block, you can't miss it. Enjoy your stay."

As he walked outside, he saw his mom was on the phone to his sister once again checking up on her and letting her know their current plans. It was getting closer to the time Charlotte would usually go to bed, so Laura was starting to worry a little. Charlotte assured her that she would be okay and would call if she needed anything.

"So, the car is locked up, we have our room key. Are you tired?" he asked.

"Nope, too much on my mind to sleep right now," she said.

"Looks like there is a bar over the road, fancy joining me for some drinks?"

"I could use a drink, let's go."

Laura held onto his arm as they made their way to the bar. Thankfully there weren't too many people there and they managed to snag themselves a nice dark corner booth.

After their first couple of drinks, Laura asked Jay to dance with her. They were the only ones out there on the dance floor, but it didn't matter to him. He only had eyes for her at that moment. A slow song came on and he held her close, his hands on her waist with hers around his neck. They swayed back and forth and looked into each other's eyes. After the song was over, Jay leaned down and kissed her on the cheek to thank her for the dance.

Laura held his hand and led him back to their booth. Scooting in together, they sat side by side. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and held her close.

"This is nice, glad to be off the road for a bit." he said.

"Mm, it really is."

"I lost count how many times we'd texted about doing exactly this. Getting a corner booth, dancing and drinking."

"I seem to remember there were some extra things in our texts," she said.

"Maybe we should fix that?"

Laura looked up at him nervously. They'd been gradually building to this moment for the past year and now it was finally time. She was equally nervous and excited, waiting for him to make the first move.

He placed his hand on the back of her neck and brought her face to his, kissing her on the lips for the very first time. To finally embrace was a truly magical feeling. If there wasn't any music playing, the entire bar could have heard their hearts beating in their chests, she was sure of it.

Laura kept her eyes closed the entire time as they slowly kissed, savoring every moment. A tiny bit of tongue slipping between them. It was the perfect first kiss.

"Wow," she said.

"That was so much better than I ever imagined it would be," he said.

"Are we crazy for doing this?" she asked.

"I don't think we're crazy. We both want this. Why deny ourselves what we want? I have loved every conversation we've had. Every shared fantasy. Hearing all your wants and desires. I have especially loved seeing all the photos, I have all of them saved in a special folder on my phone so I can look at them whenever I need to," he told her.

"What're you doing with those photos your mother, you bad boy?" Laura smirked.

He gently grabbed her face and turned it away from him so he could whisper in her ear.

"When I know you're asleep and we're no longer texting for the day, I think about you. I lay on my bed with my phone in my left hand, I scroll through my folder looking at your body and your face in all those perfect pictures and I slowly stroke my growing cock, edging and teasing myself, wishing it was your hand instead of mine. Slowly building up speed until I can't take it anymore and I imagine that you're lying on my bed in front of me, waiting to accept my cum wherever you want it."