I suppose I should give you an update of what I have observed since we started this journey. This will be a short note, but I hope you appreciate the sense of excitement I have with what appears to be significant progress.
After our talk, Adam came home practically every weekend. Since home was about a three hour drive for him and surely he had his own social life there, his presence spoke volumes to me. It surely spoke volumes to his Mother, Mandey. He would leave directly from work and would usually arrive about 8:30 PM every Friday night. Before, when he would come home like that he would leave immediately to meet his friends. Now, he was a regular homebody.
Mandey anticipated his arrival with apparent great excitement. Usually our dress in the evenings was sweats and grubby home clothes, but every Friday Mandey would be dressed to kill and would have full makeup on. As we waited for Adam to arrive, Mandey couldn't stay still. She would be up every few minutes, checking the driveway. Her excitement was obvious to me. After all, I've known her for a lifetime, and could recognize the signs. Her face was flushed, she chattered non-stop, and simply couldn't be still. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and it seemed to me that she wore blouses that allowed the excited nipples to be obvious. I think my Mandey was in lust - at least, I hoped so.
One particular night stood out as a beacon of just how far Adam had progressed. Mandey was dressed in jeans and a soft cashmere sweater - the one with a deep vee cut that she liked. As soon as Adam arrived, Mandey jumped up to meet him at the back door, while I stayed in the den. I slipped quietly around the corner so I could observe how she greeted him. What I saw was the two of them locked in a tight embrace. Adam had his head bent to her shoulder, and he was whispering something in her ear. There was no space between them, and Mandey seemed to be purposely pushing into his dick. As I watched, his hand slid from her waist down to her butt, and he gave a gentle squeeze. Mandey giggled like a schoolgirl, and then he moved his hand back to her waist. She pushed her chest back from him, keeping her arms locked around his neck, and whispered, "You bad boy." She then leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss.
I quickly returned to the den and resumed my previous seat on the couch. Adam and Mandey entered the den, showing no special emotion, and Adam came over to give me a hug. I patted him on the back, saying, "How's things going, Son?"
"Great!," he replied, "You have no idea."
Mandey went to the kitchen to get his supper on the table. We always ate well, but the Friday dinners had taken on a special quality so there would be a good meal for Adam when he arrived. On this evening, I pled tiredness, and announced that I would be going up early to read in bed. The two of them seemed joyous at the idea.
Our house was built in such a way, kind of an L-shape, so that from the bedroom window you could see into the downstairs den window. You couldn't get a complete view, but could see the sofa in front of the windows. I settled into bed with my book, waiting for them to finish Adam's meal and move to the den, but I couldn't concentrate on what I was reading. Based on what I had seen in the foyer when Adam arrived, I thought I might get a real treat tonight. After awhile I couldn't take it anymore, so I noisily went downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink water. They were standing at the sink, rinsing the dishes from supper. As I entered, I noted that they were not standing particularly close and the two of them seemed rather stiff, which made me wonder what they were up to before I entered. As I said, I made enough noise so they would know I was coming. They were just finishing the dishes, and as I made my way back upstairs I knew, or hoped, I was in for a show.
I stood back from the bedroom window so they couldn't see me if they happened to glance my way. The bedroom light was off anyway, and I had checked before to make sure that from the den window the view inside the darkened bedroom was practically non-existent.
I was not disappointed. They entered the den, lowered the lights, and then embraced before they sat down. The kiss they shared, it seemed to me, was more than a peck on the lips, but I couldn't see if there was any open-mouthed kissing going on. I could see that Adam's hands were on his Mom's ass, and they looked pretty busy. She made no move to stop him. They sat close together side by side on the sofa, and Mandey spread a blanket over their laps. I couldn't tell what was going on under the blanket, but my guess was they were holding hands. At one point, Mandey laughed and kind of pushed him away, but he went right back.
I was entranced. I could not look away. I don't know how far along they were in their relationship, but that it was pretty far along seemed obvious. Certainly they were farther along than they had been three months ago.
