The next morning was surprisingly free of guilt. It appeared that they both felt that they had done nothing wrong, under the circumstances, and were going to do no more than be grateful for a caring person as a part of their lives.
Helen did seem to make a point of being more "dressed" in Tim's presence. He surmised that the additional "lessons" that his mother had seemed so adamant about giving him were off. As much as he would have loved to feel, taste and, in all ways, make love to his mom, he couldn't say that he didn't feel some sort of relief at the idea of it not coming to pass. There was just something upsetting about incest. Still, he had to confess that in the heat of the moment he knew he would do it again, if his mother allowed it or, better yet, encouraged it. And his fantasies about her had paled in comparison to the reality of her.
Thankfully, their respective routines seemed to put the sexual episode behind them. Helen headed off to work and Tim had classes through Thursday, and swim practice would take some of the steam off of his desires. Having a lot to do made it easier to let the incident fade into the background. He wondered if his mom was having as much trouble as he was setting it aside.
The hard part was the late evenings when everything on the "to do" list was finished and he was tired enough to just want to relax, but not tired enough to want to go to bed. Well, not alone anyway. Helen was doing a good job of remaining more "dressed", but with her figure, it was just about impossible to conceal the flair of her hips and the thrust of her breasts, unless she wanted to hide inside a parka. Her manner insured that no further incidents occurred. Not that Helen was suddenly cold or distant. She was just suddenly always busy.
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Annie showed up promptly at 8 P.M. Helen had said nothing about her looks, so Tim was startled to see his mom escort a very tall, cute and surprisingly young woman into the living room for introductions. Annie's height was the biggest surprise. She wasn't much shy of his six-foot-five-inch height while standing in her two inch heels. However, she had that tall-person slouch. It appeared that she had long since been convinced that her height was an obstacle for a woman, since she had made the effort to minimize her height, as much as possible.
She appeared dressed for work. A very business-like gray jacket loosely fit over a white blouse. Below that, a knee length full skirt, matching the jacket, hung straight down from her hips. She wore stockings which added to the oddity of her dress for a supposedly casual evening with a friend.
When Annie and Tim were introduced, she warmly smiled her "hello" and straighten visibly, as if relieved not to be the tallest person in the room. She also seemed to relax. Tim didn't know what she had to worry about, but, whatever it was, she appeared to put it behind her for the time being. They adjourned to the living room and took seats. The ladies took seats at the opposite ends of the sofa while Tim sat down in the recliner across from Annie. As the women started chatting, they half-turned toward each other in their seats. In slacks, Helen had no trouble assuming a comfortable position. Annie, however, was finding it a bit awkward to curl her long legs up under her on the sofa. Her squirming gave Tim an opportunity to watch as she shifted and rearranged herself. Even under the jacket, he could see the twisting of a very appealing pair of hips. More visible from Tim's vantage point was the surprising amount of bounce in Annie's breasts. They look round, firm and very large. He as staring at Annie's unintended show. Neither woman appeared to noticed, as they were already involved in their conversation.
Helen and Annie started talking shop almost immediately and Tim began to feel left out after a few minutes. It did, however, allow him to spend more time admiring the tall woman without worrying about her taking offense at his ogling. She was cute. Her light brown hair, cut to shoulder length, framed a lean face with dimpled cheeks and soft pale skin. Her almond-shaped eyes were a very light blue and Tim felt as though he could see through them. For long moments, he gazed at those eyes.
As if checking on him, Annie's eyes darted in Tim's direction every now and then. He was embarrassed to be caught looking at her each time, but his eyes could not drink in enough of her to satisfy them. Reassuringly, Annie began to smile each time she caught him staring at her. She surprised him twice, catching his eye and deliberately lowering her gaze to the area below his waist, still smiling.
Two could play this game, Tim thought. Staring intently into her eyes, Tim waited until she glanced his way again. With a smile now on his face, holding her attention for a moment, Tim lowered his own eyes slowly down Annie's tall body. Tim made a conscious effort not to look back at her face until he had gazed at her entire height. The leanness of her face was a feature of her whole body, though her breasts seemed well rounded.
Her waist seemed very small for a woman her size. It was made to look even smaller by the very short wide hips hidden beneath her skirt. And her legs appeared deliciously long, even doubled up under her. Here again, the trim nature of her body was well displayed. If the rest of her were as well muscled as her legs, she would be one strong woman. All in all, she presented a surprisingly sexy image. Something about women and power, Tim thought.
When his eyes finally returned to her face, she was still smiling at him. Then she threw him the final gesture of the exchange by nodding and winking at him and then glancing down at his lap. Very much aware of the semi-rigid state of his penis, Tim was mortified to have her seeing the affect she was having on him. Her smile became a grin and Tim imagined that he had just been beaten at his own game.
All the while, Helen and Annie had kept up their chit-chat about work. Tim didn't realize that his mother was catching the interaction between them until, his mind was snapped back into focus by his mother's admonition about the rudeness of staring. Feeling like a scalded cat, his head snapped around to see his mother glaring at him. Tim squirmed for a moment, then began to apologize to Annie for staring at her. Tim was interrupted by laughter from both of the ladies. In confusion, Tim stuttered to a halt and shot questioning glances back and forth at one woman, then the other.
Annie was the one who rescued him from his discomfort. The humor still in her voice, Annie explained that Helen had told her that Tim was still a typical young male that could be enticed into a little sexual mind-play by the smallest of things. Annie had suggested to Helen that she wanted to test that out.
Annie rose from her chair and walked over to where Tim was seated. Leaning down and bringing her face to within inches of Tim's, Annie said, "And I see that she was deliciously correct."
Being eyeball to eyeball with Annie and having her speak so bluntly of sexual responsiveness, his color went from its already red hue to a rich shade of crimson. Both women chuckled. Annie dropped her forehead against Tim's. The faint scent of her perfume enveloped him and, in spite of his embarrassment, his penis stiffened.
Tim didn't know if she saw this or not, but Annie raised her head, turning to speak to Helen. In so doing, she cleared his view inside the high scoop neckline of her blouse. The sight further added to his predicament. The fullness of Annie's breasts, as displayed beneath her suit jacket, was minor compared to what swayed before his eyes inside her blouse. Tim guessed that sports bras were good at concealing as well as stabilizing breasts.
With her head turned, Annie asked, "May I, Helen?"
Helen's reply was, "Be his guest!"
With that, Annie turned her face back to Tim, cocked it a little to the right and planted a very wet and warm kiss right where it would do the most good. Tim drew his head back briefly to no avail. Annie's lips pursued his to the furthest Tim could retreat in the high backed chair. Seeing the futility of resistance, Tim began to return the sensuous kiss with all the fervor he could muster, being in the company of his mother.
Annie broke the kiss chuckling. "Helen, he is just as precious as you said he was."
"That's nice of you to say, Annie. Now, shall we play some cards?", Helen queried, laughing.
"Yes. Some cards sound like fun," Annie said. Before she stood up, she winked suggestively at Tim.
They retired to the family room and took seats at the card table. Helen asked them to have a seat and she would bring in some tea and snacks. Tim offered Annie the nearest chair and sat down to her right.
