Dear Reader, this is not the next chapter of the story. Or to be more specific, it isn't the storyline that I had originally planned to be for this chapter (or the next few). During the break I took on this story (which wasn't as long as I had planned, Jeremy and Jenny sucked me back into their lives!), I thought of new things to add to the tale, but as you'll see in future chapters, I couldn't add these ideas on later. So, the story takes an unexpected sidetrack; not that it affects future events, it just delays them. As this chapter contains more of what people have come to love and expect from Jeremy and his mom, I hope you'll enjoy it. There is still much more to come!
Note: There is a synopsis of the story up to that point in Chapter 10 for longtime readers to refresh their memories if needed. New readers I would like if you started reading at the beginning.
Onedragon
I awoke to a multitude of emotions.
That my mom was still lying next to me elated me.
I was ecstatic to have experienced this weekend, but also depressed that it was over and would probably never have a chance like this for it ever to happen again.
I was in love. And it was even better that I knew that she loved me too!
Dad was coming home this afternoon and after this weekend, I now had some trepidation of how things would continue with mom and I, or with mom and dad.
It was only a few moments that I was able to feel all this as mom's clock started beeping. I glanced over and realized that it was the time that I normally got up for school. Somehow, during the night, mom had set her clock to make sure I would get up. Even in the middle of our moment, she was still being a mom!
I turned it off. Mom opened her beautiful green eyes and looked at me with such love.
"Morning." She said, seemingly plainly but her emotions poured from that one word.
"I love you mom." I responded, letting my words speak for me.
"I love you too honey, but you have to get up for school. We both need showers after ... last night." She lowered her head demurely as she reminded us of the evening that we had shared.
"You go first. I just want to lay here and savor being in your bed before I have to go back to the real world."
"This is the real world too dear." Mom said sweetly.
"You know what I mean. You'll have dad coming home today."
"Yes, I know. I have to pick him up at the airport this afternoon. I'll need you here when Johnny and Jojo get home."
"Actually ... I'm thinking of taking the day off." I declared suddenly. I looked to mom who turned to stare at me. "I want to spend my last moments before dad gets back with my girl."
Mom smiled at this, but I knew her well enough that I detected the little turn in the edge of her lip.
"You're going to skip school to be with me?"
"Please mom." It wasn't a question, but not a statement either. I saw her face waver.
"We still need showers. And I need to get the others up and out the door. I'll think about it." Mom said as she pulled the covers off her naked figure. My eyes were drawn down to gaze upon her beauty. She noticed this and tried to hide her grin.
I knew right then that her saying she was thinking about it already meant that she had accepted my decision. Mom wanted to be with me as much as I wanted her.
I watched my naked mom get up off the bed and head for the bathroom, grabbing her full-length robe on the way. I had my eyes glued to her as she crossed the room. That she could now do that so casually in front of me amazed me. She turned her head, not enough to look me in the eye, but enough that she knew that I was staring. I was sure she was smiling at that.
I had intended to go to school that day. Regardless of the fact that not missing any school had been part of my excuse for not going to golf with dad on his trip. But, as I laid there in my mom's bed remembering this wonderful weekend, seeing her lying beside me, feeling her warmth against my bare skin, missing one day of school seemed inconsequential compared to extending my time with mom. That she hadn't outright denied me, or had scolded me about skipping let me know she felt the same.
Having made my decision, I lay there with the remnants of mom's warmth on the sheets, hearing the water running in the shower, and feeling tempted to join her, but then rejecting that. If we started in there, we'd be back here, and my siblings would get up and be late themselves. Mom or I would have to take them to school after missing the bus, and we would miss more time together than if I just let mom shower alone. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. That thought alone almost made me get up and check.
Mom soon returned, looking just as sexy with her wet hair. She ran a towel through it and tied it up before taking a pair of lacy panties from a drawer and pulled them on. I gave her a disappointed look as she did so, but she ignored me and pulled her nightie over her head, replaced her robe around her shoulders, and tied it shut.
"You can't hide that beauty from me." I complained. Mom just gave me a frowning smirk and a shake of her head.
"Keep my bed warm while I go deal with your brother and sister. Don't come out of here until they are gone." She admonished me.
"I'm not going anywhere my lovely mother." I said in a lilting voice.
She rolled her eyes at me, but I saw the touch of a smile on her lips as she left the room, making sure to close the door behind her.
I lay there and then suddenly wondered if my own alarm had gone off. That would have sparked at least Jojo's curiosity. But no, I hadn't set it last night with never having been to my room. I listened to my siblings getting ready and then being sent off to school, the soothing everyday sounds lulling me gently back to sleep.
I hadn't intended to fall asleep; I wanted to spend every minute I could with mom. I could sleep when I was dead. Nevertheless, I was awoken sometime later when mom brought in a tray and set it on the bed before me. I looked at her with surprise, delight, and as always love.
"Breakfast in bed? How'd I get to deserve this?" I asked as I surveyed the full tray.
"For taking such good care of your mother last night, or actually, all this weekend. It was all so wonderful!" She said so cheerfully.
The tray was filled with a plate heaped with scrambled eggs and hash browns, three smaller plates, one with a stack of sausage links and bacon strips, another with six slices of toast with strawberry jam, and the third had a couple blueberry muffins with orange slices stacked around them. For beverages, there was a large glass of orange juice, a smaller one of milk, and to my confusion, a cup of coffee. I looked at mom as she beamed at me.
"This is way too much, even for me!" I declared. "And I don't drink coffee!"
"It's not all for you! I thought we could both have breakfast in bed, that is unless you don't want to eat with me?" She asked diffidently.
"I'd rather eat you!" I said boldly. "But I can do that later; I'll eat
with
you now."
Mom climbed back into bed, sitting beside me while I had the tray over my legs. She grabbed one of the muffins and took a bite. I had been staring at her (go figure, huh?) and she returned my look with a questioning stare.
"What?" She asked demandingly.
"You are incredible, you know that right?"
"So I've been told, once or twice." She smiled back at me.
"I want to shout it from the rooftop. My mom is the best mom in the world!" The table shook with my exuberance.
"Best mom? Is that it?" She asked as she took another bite of the muffin.
"I can't really go shouting the best lover from the roof, can I?"
"No, I guess not. Not without me right there with you, shouting just as loud." Mom answered.
