When Heather woke up she found herself lying against a pillow wet with tears. She let her eyes open slowly, unsure of anything anymore and half expecting someone to be there. For the briefest moment, she thought when she opened her eyes she'd see Sean standing above, but the paranoia passed. She lay there in the same clothes she was in last night and thought to herself that she needs a shower and soon. She glanced at the nightstand and it read 3:27. She thought maybe she'd...
"Wait... 3:27?" she contemplated for a second before it hit her. "O Fuck!" she shouted and sprang from the bed in one agile move. She had only a few minutes before Sean normally got home from school and she couldn't believe she'd forgotten. He might already be home early, and then she would've screwed herself. She ran to the top of the steps and yelled down "Sean...?" After a second attempt and still no answer, she knew he wasn't home yet, although it wouldn't be long. She made way for Sean's room, and when in it, she froze again.
For a brief moment she thought it would happen all over again, but she shook her head awake, and moved towards the desk. The first thing she did was close all the open windows, go back to the desktop, and turn the screen off. She gave the desk a once over to make sure nothing seemed out of place and when nothing did, she stood up and took in the huge wet mark on the floor below the chair. It was impossible to hide, and after a few minutes of weighing her options, she decided she'd tell Sean she spilt one of his drinks while grabbing his laundry. She'd remind him not to leave drinks in his room to make it more believable. She looked around the room once more, accepted it as passable, and walked out. She was nervous she missed something, but glad she hadn't slept any later than she did.
Out in the hallway, she paused for a moment to decide what she would do now. She thought about exercising still, but the motivation was nowhere to be found. She knew she also had to talk someone soon, someone most likely being her sister Olivia. She didn't know how or even if she could start the conversation though.
There was nothing in the world she couldn't talk to Liv about, but to explain it all to her, she'd have to explain it to herself in a way. Heather felt like her emotions were driving her slowly crazy, but after a few deep breaths, she decided to get a shower. Sean would be home by the time she was done, they could eat an early dinner, and afterwards she'd give Olivia a call. She thought maybe she'd even take a drive over there if she felt so inclined to do so later. She took another deep breath and headed into her bedroom to freshen up.
As she stood looking through her top drawer, Heather's cell phone started vibrating on the nightstand. In the grace of a woman half her age, she put a knee of the bed, leaned forward, and grasped the cell phone. Still moving like a teenage, she rolled cleanly on her back and held the phone above her face to see who was calling. She wasn't sure why she was nervous when she saw it was Sean.
"Hey babe, how was school?" she tried to ask casually
"It was boring. And slow. The next week will be the longest of my life." he said matter-of-factly. He didn't know the week would prove to be much more than just long.
"O well. Grit your teeth and smile bud, it's almost over now." The casualness was flowing back into her voice. "You on your way home?" she asked
"Actually no, not for a little while. I have a really important final essay due tomorrow, so I actually thought I'd sit in the park and finish it." He smiled to himself. Heather couldn't help smirking at the sound of this, but she tried keep her voice just the same.
"Good for you. We'll I'm done working for the day, gonna grab a shower and then maybe head over to Aunt Olivia's for a little. Not sure though, so I might or might not be home when you get here."
"Cool. What should I do for dinner if you're at aunt Liv's?" Sean asked
"Hmmm well, it's Friday huh? You want to order pizza? Whether I'm at Aunt Liz's or not when you get home, why don't we plan on getting some delivery around 7-ish?"
"Alright sounds good. I'll be here about 2 hours at the most I'd guess. If you're not home when I get there, I'll see you around 7-ish. Tell Aunt Liv I said hello."
"Ok sweetie I will" Heather said. Then, some evil little side of her took hold and in a voice just slightly more sultry, she said... "And have fun writing baby..." She didn't wait for a reply before she hung up. Sean was momentarily stunned and the seductive sound of his mother's voice sent shivers in his ear and down his back. Before he could reply the cell phone screen lit up and she was already gone. He could hear his mother's seductive tone echoing in his head and quickly got back to writing.
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After she hung up the phone, she let it fall from hand to the bed. She couldn't believe she just said that, or better yet, she couldn't believe how she said it. She stared into the mirror and thought to herself, "Something is happening here, and you can't feed into it. This is all wrong, and you need to stop. You're an adult, so get some control over yourself. Fun time has come and gone, so never again."
For the first time since last night, she felt like her conscious mind was clearing up, and if she tried hard, she'd forget all these overwhelming emotions of the past day. She got to her feet and walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open. She stood staring at herself in the mirror for a few moments before she crossed her arms and pulled her t-shirt over her head. She looked at her firm breasts and tight abs in the mirror. She reached up and undid her pony tail, letting it fall down on her shoulders like silk. As she starred at her own naked body, she started to understand why her Son wanted her so badly. Her body gave off sex appeal, yes, and her ass and boobs were firmer than they should've been. Her lips were full and seducing.
It was more though, she now realized. It was the warm sensuality she gave off. Her soft creamy skin and hazel eyes were welcoming and promising, sure. Her auburn hair flowing in waves down on to her shoulders made her seem like a goddess. It was more though, it was all these things, mixed together with her motherly love and her soft touch to life. "Maybe Sean fantasies about a woman of sensuality, rather than solely me. Maybe I'm the closest he's come to a loving, caring, sensual woman." She thought to herself with growing excitement. It was starting to make more sense.
"Sean's never known unconditional romantic love. So couldn't it be that he just yearns for the sensual, passionate encounter that comes from such a woman, rather than literally me?" Her mind raced and she didn't know if she was fooling herself or making headway. It didn't matter though because right then and there, starring at her naked form, she came to a conclusion. "My thoughts are your own secrets and there's no use fighting them. Thinking something is different than talking about it, and even more so than doing it... so I won't resist thoughts anymore. That's all though Heather. You can never do more than think about it. And maybe after you talk to Liv you'll feel better."
