This story continues the adventures of James, the brother of Lori in the previously story "Lorelei" (
https://literotica.com/s/lorelei
), 3/13/2025. It stands alone, using the original characters to launch a new tale and can be read without reading the preceding story.
James and Lori are siblings still living at home at ages 24 and 22 respectively. While both are sexually active, Lori is the more active one, craving sex almost daily but with few opportunities to expand the base of her activities.
About two years ago, James and Lori became sexually active with each other. James and his friend JC entertain in a local pub on Saturday nights. Lori manipulated James into having sex with her in an aborted attempt to have sex with JC. In the process they discovered the wonders of sex with each other. Their mother realized what was going on and, while she didn't endorse the sexual activity, she tolerated it. Their mother apparently has a vibrant sexual relationship with her husband and they attend several weekend parties during the year. She recognizes the importance of a good sexual relationship in living a complete life.
For two years, James and Lori have been having sex almost daily. Lori shares James' bed most nights and they manage numerous other sexual liaisons just for the fun of it. They have grown to love each other. Lori no longer stalks other men and James is generally cool to approaches by other women. However, they recognize that their relationship is transitory. They accept sexual relationships with others and realize each of them will ultimately find and marry others and their sexual relationship may not continue.
Several months ago, Lori met a man who swept her off her feet and into his bed. She is convinced that he is the "one" and two weeks ago, she moved in with him. James had adapted over the months to a reduced sexual relationship with Lori although she spent most nights in his bed. James' weekends were lonely and he resorted to several methods of self-pleasure until Lori returned home on Sunday night.
Two weeks earlier, James' separation from Lori was virtually complete. Lori did manage to meet with him once or twice a week but he slept alone every night. The second Saturday morning after Lori moved out, James was alone in his bed, thinking about Lori and watching X-rated videos on his laptop. He was lying back, slowly stroking his erection when there was a knock on his door. He quickly pulled a sheet over his naked body and responded, "Yes?"
"James, it's me," said his mother. "Is everything all right?"
"I'm fine," he answered.
"May I come in?" his mother asked.
James was reluctant to have his mother come into his bedroom. It was going to be difficult to hide the tent his erection made in the sheet. But she was his mother. He closed his laptop and replied, "Sure."
He mother walked slowly into his bedroom. She was wearing a tight-fitting satin, calf length nightgown with a lace, mid-thigh robe. James had never seen his mother dressed so provocatively and it did nothing to relieve his erection although it was more natural now. "You were making unusual sounds and I wondered if you were all right," his mother said.
James didn't realize that he was vocalizing his activity. "Mom, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I'll try to make less noise in the future," he promised.
"I wasn't disturbed," mom admitted. "Maybe just a little curious." She reached over James' body, her hand passing uncomfortably close to the sheet covering his erection and touched his laptop. It was still warm. "What were you watching?" she asked as she withdrew her hand, this time passing even more closely to his erection. His erection moved slightly as her hand passed by as if there was some magnetic attraction between them.
"Nothing important," James replied.
"Maybe something risqué?" she asked as she reached for the laptop again, this time her hand brushing the sheet over his erection. She picked up the laptop, moved it to between them, and opened the lid. The screen lit up displaying a frozen frame of a video of a young woman performing fellatio on an older, well-endowed man. "She looks a lot like Lori," she commented.
"Mom...," James tried to say something.
"James, you don't have to explain anything," mom said. "Not having Lori home has to be difficult for you. Heaven knows how difficult it would be for me if your father wasn't here."
"Mom," James objected. "This is private. You shouldn't be here."
"Yes, it is private," mom agreed. "But it's also lonely." She reached out and put her hand on the sheet covering James' quickly flagging erection. "You should have company. Maybe I can help."
"Mom!" exclaimed James. "Don't even think like that. I wish you would leave now," he insisted.
Mom withdrew her hand. "I will if you want me to," she conceded, "You only have to ask."
James spent the next twenty minutes unsuccessfully trying to restore the atmosphere and feelings he had before his mother interrupted. Nothing he tried, including the video, helped. His mind kept wandering to the thoughts of his mother, how she was dressed, and his imagination of where her offer to help might have led. Frustrated, he showered, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and headed for the kitchen and a late breakfast.
His mother was seated at the kitchen table, still dressed in her nightgown and lace robe, and holding a mug of coffee in both hands. "Good morning, James," she said as if it was their first encounter of the morning.
"Good morning, mom," James said. He opened the refrigerator, retrieved a box of day-old donuts, and put it on the table. Then he poured himself a mug of coffee and put it and a small plate on the table. He sat opposite his mother, took a bite of a chocolate covered donut, and a sip of coffee.
"You don't look like your usual morning self," commented his mother.
"I'm just tired," James explained.
"I would describe it as more frustrated than tired," mom observed.
"Thanks to you," James said with attitude.
"No need to be angry," his mother responded.
"I'm sorry, mom," James apologized. "I really don't feel angry."
"How do you feel?" mom asked.
"You were probably right," he confessed. "Frustrated."
"Things didn't work out after I left?" mom asked.
"Not really," James confirmed.
"Because I interrupted?" she asked.
"More because of how you're dressed and what you said," James informed her.
"How I'm dressed?" mom asked innocently.
"Mom," James reacted. "Don't underestimate the effect you may have on men in general and me in particular." Before she could respond, he continued. "You may be 46 years old but your body is still incredible and that nightgown stretched over your body, clinging to every curve and protrusion. I couldn't think about anything else," he concluded.
Mom flushed. "James, I didn't think about that when I put it on."
"Mom, can we be honest with each other? I think you absolutely knew the effect you might have and you wore it deliberately. We both know that you wouldn't have the same effect if you wore pajamas and a terry robe. And I think you knocked on my door because you suspected what I was doing and with the expectation I'd let you 'help.'"
