Max had been Gloria's husband for thirty-two years. He had been her only love and lover, but now he had been dead for nearly a year. They had raised two wonderful children. Kevin was the oldest, born the first year of her marriage, Gwen a few years later. It wasn't the first time she had thought about her son in ways she should not, but all those other times she had able to resist. Her rules were now different.
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Damp from the morning shower, Gloria stood in front of the mirror and examined her body from all angles as she twisted back and forth and talked to herself aloud as was her habit when she was alone. "Not so bad." Her hands cupped her breasts from the bottom and juggled them softly. "Yeah-h." A finger ruffed the nipple and it responded nicely. "Ah-h, nice tits." She enjoyed the play and leaned against the wall, watching herself in the mirror. "Still love my body." A hand slid along her slim front, along her still firm stomach, and back towards her breasts. "Damn," she drawled. "Just can't get enough." She twisted and tossed a hip towards the mirror and then slapped it. The whack lingered in the air.
The towel lay on the bed while she sat beside it. "I mustn't." She stared between her legs where she had played before the shower and numerous times during the night. She often enjoyed herself. A fingertip pulled at her clit. "I mustn't think about...." Quickly her orgasm began. "I mus...." She fell onto her back, a knee in the air. "Fuck me Kevin."
She was glad he had offered to visit for the weekend. Gwen had been once since Max's funeral. Kevin had not been even though he lived closer. She did not know if Gwen had left the book on the bedside table on purpose, she only knew it had given her a new perspective.
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Gloria sat on the top porch step. Her bare feet and knees rested apart with the short blue skirt lazily lying across her thighs and the breeze blowing against the warm bare skin between them. The dust of the long rutted drive off Highway 124 rose behind the car and she could hear the gravel bouncing off the bottom. Farms like hers never had paved drives.
The car door slammed hard. She stood and looked at Kevin standing beside by the car. He was just as handsome as he had been in her mind last night and the nights before. "Hi son!" Her hand waved high in the air as she almost floated down the steps and across the small patch of grass towards him. Her bare breasts bounced and swung inside her blouse with each long step. The nipples became even more erect from pressing against the soft cotton.
Kevin left his small duffel bag on the passenger seat and walked towards her. "Lookin' good ... as always." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the cheek. She had pictured something different, something quite different. He pulled back. She pulled on his waist and kissed him on the lips. He could feel her tongue against them and jerked slightly away. "Mom...." He stared at her in partial disbelief.
She struggled to ignore his reaction. "It is good to see you again. How's work?"
"Same ole, same ole. Dorothy left me ... again." Kevin walked to the other side of the car and jerked the bag off the seat, and slammed the door. "Fuck her," he whispered under his breath.
She had followed him and was closer than he expected. "What?"
"Ah, I'm just a little pissed off. How are you? I like that outfit." He stood with the bag hanging from a few fingers and looked at his mother's short skirt that ended several inches above the knee. Her bare legs and feet had always been his favorite part and he still enjoyed the view. "You look damn sexy."
She ran a hand under her long gray ponytail and leaned back in a stylish pose. "Not so bad for an old dame. I'll try to resist your advances." She laughed and walked towards the porch listening to his steps behind her.
The screen door bounced closed behind him and he whacked her hard on the hip with his hand. She spun around. "Fresh." A warm sensation smoldered inside her as she savored the sting of his hand. She wished it hadn't only been over her skirt, that it had been on bare flesh as hers had been not so long ago. She now knew she would not succeed at resisting him. "Can I get you something to eat?"
"Nah. Had breakfast down the road. Do ya got anything to drink?"
"I've got some beer. I could whip up some rum punch and we could sit out back. Still no neighbors back there. Still just woods."
"That sounds damn great."
Her bare feet scuffed across the linoleum floor of the kitchen. "Grab some glasses." She twisted the top off the rum bottle. The rest of the brown liquid rushed into a pitcher and the remains of an open can of Coke splashed on top of it and the ice.
"Hope you're not trying to get me drunk." Kevin laughed and rested his hand over the same cheek he had hit. He massaged the fabric. "Nice ass."
She thought she could feel his fingers slip into the crevice. "Maybe I only want your body." She laughed and stirred the liquid. The banging of the spoon against the glass barely masked the sound of her heart pounding in her chest.
He stood at the backdoor and looked at the yard. "I must have mowed that a million times. Who's doing it for you, some Latin lover with a bare chiseled stomach?"
"Yeah, right! If I had a pool, he could clean that too." She held the pitcher as the ice cubes clanked against the sides. She slapped his hip. "Open the door for your old mother!"
"You ain't old, just beautiful."
They sat on the grass under the large oak tree.
"Dorothy left you...."
"Hush. I don't want to talk about the bitch. I just want to look at you."
"You're being silly."
They finished the first glass quickly and she reclined on one hand. Her skirt inched upwards and there was no effort to stop it. She poured another glass full and offered him more. "Such a nice day. Glad you could come." She could sense the tension in the conversation. She wanted something and was afraid he would not.
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He leaned against the coarse bark of the tree. The pitcher rested on its side next to the empty glasses. She lay asleep on her back, one leg slightly bent at the knee. A breeze caught her skirt and flipped it up towards her hip. She lay unaware as he looked at the top of her thigh with no sign of underwear. She rolled to one side exposing the short light brown hair between her thighs. He started to stand, but she mumbled, "Fuck me-e." He assumed she was dreaming of his father. Then she said it again, only this time she added Kevin's name.
"Shit-t-t," he blew under his breath. As he settled back down, his hand rested over his crotch and he felt himself become aroused. "Nah," he thought, almost tempted to reach inside his pants. Half asleep, she watched though the slit of closed eyes and thought about him as he rubbed the denim flap over the zipper. His fingers fiddled with the bronze tab a few times before slowly pulling it down. The black cotton of his briefs bulged though the opening and he unsnapped the button at the waistband of the jeans. The head of his cock peeked past the elastic band. She gasped and his eyes flashed at hers. "Sorry! Sorry Mom." His hands fumbled to hide what he had been doing.
She sat up and moved closer. "Don't put it away." Her hand now rested over his briefs. A finger pulled the elastic down. "We need...." Her hand covered the bare shaft.
"I've dreamed about you. I couldn't help look...."
