There was a lump in his throat and it wouldn't go away. He couldn't swallow it down or cough it up. He knew it was nervousness made physical but that didn't help any.
Jake glanced at the stairs for the fiftieth time, but his Mom still hadn't appeared. She was upstairs getting ready for their 'movie date' with Susan, and was taking her sweet time about it.
It had been a very long week, waiting for Friday to arrive, but it was almost time - Susan was due to pick them up in a half hour. Jake had distracted himself by spending the week looking for work and planning his summer. He'd also spent time with his Mom, of course, but they'd both been distracted with worry and so hadn't had sex even once since the graduation day.
It seemed that getting caught had brought cruel reality crashing down onto them. They hadn't discussed the situation, but just seemed to find excuses why they were too busy, or too tired, to spend time together. Time in bed was just spent sleeping. All of his Mom's talk of having his baby had completely stopped.
Jake sighed. His life had gone from exciting to stressful, passionate to pathetic. He hadn't even bothered to jerk off since that Saturday morning, but being the teenager he was, he could feel it building up, and he was increasingly getting distracted by sexy thoughts. A slight breeze now would cause his cock to stiffen in his pants.
Pants. Jake was dressed in some nicer clothes than usual for the date, and while he didn't mind, they did constrict a bit. He had a polo shirt as well, with dress shoes. He knew he looked good, but any confidence this should have given him was destroyed by his anxiety at the situation.
Finally, with 10 minutes to go before Susan arrived, his Mom appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked down at him and smiled hesitantly before proceeding down to join him. She was dressed in blue slacks and a short-sleeved tan blouse, her hair loose on her shoulders.
Jake forgot about his stress for a minute as he watched her walk down the stairs. He forgot the anxiety and was transported back to when he first saw his Mom as a sexual being. Time seemed to slow as she walked down each stair. Her hair stirred in the air, waving around her face. She was done up with minimal makeup, but it highlighted her eyes and mouth. He mentally undressed her, imagining her walking down naked, her breasts swaying with each step. He felt a familiar stir in his pants. He slowly stood up to meet her, lost in the moment, when the doorbell rang.
They both jumped.
"I guess she's early," his Mom said, her voice betraying the same frog in her throat that Jake had.
He nodded with a weak smile, and followed her to greet the person who had popped their wonderful, sexy, passionate world. He adjusted his pants.
***
Sam walked ahead of her son as they went down the hall. She had his image in her mind, admiring it. It had seemed they might be able to bridge the gap that had arisen between them, but the damn doorbell broke the spell.
Grimacing at how strained her relationship with her son had become, she squared her shoulders and planted a fake smile on her face to welcome the life-wrecker.
Standing on the front step was a vision in a yellow sundress, heels, and a bright smile.
"You two look great!" the vision exclaimed. "Oh, I know we are going to have a fun time tonight. I've been looking forward to it all week, haven't you?"
The force of the joy she radiated caught Sam completely off guard. It was completely at odds with the somber mood dominating them the last week due to this 'date'.
She looked back at Jake, but he just stood there, obviously tongue-tied.
She turned back to Susan. "You look beautiful, Susan, thank you so much for the invitation," she said, to fill the gap.
"Thank you! This is my favourite dress." Susan twirled, rising the lower portion enough to get a glimpse of... hm. Her skirt didn't quite lift high enough. She faced them again, her cheeks flushed. "I hope I didn't freak you out the other day. I thought it would be funny to tease you a bit, but maybe you didn't see it the same way?" She stopped and waited.
Sam spoke up again, "I admit, you did freak us out." She laughed nervously. "We were trying to be... discreet by going to the classroom, and thought we got away with it. Your texts kind of put a dash of cold water on it all."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I hope you can forgive me; I really didn't want to do that. I... am very interested in your relationship. When I saw you two in that classroom I was blown away. I have never seen two people so obviously into each other like that. It... affected me, if you know what I mean. Oh, and by the way, please call me Emma. Susan is for strangers and telemarketers, as my mother would say. All my friends call me Emma."
"That's a lovely name, Emma. Pleased to meet you for the second time." Sam said. Emma grinned in response.
Sam looked over at Jake and smiled. He had perked up considerably. "To be honest, we've been pretty busy since your text and haven't really found the opportunity to... be into each other." Her mouth twisted at being so open about such a private subject, but after all there was no reason to hide it from her now.
"Oh, that's too bad!" Emma empathized. "Maybe you can find some time soon." She winked as she said this.
"Shall we head out?" she said, and turned to the driveway. Sam shook her head, amazed at what a turn the night had taken. She grabbed Jake's hand and followed her down the path to the driveway.
Sam let Jake sit up front with Emma and she sat in the back. She preferred this, as she could watch Emma without being watched back. What was her game? The drive to the theatre was filled with Emma's chatter as she talked to Jake about summer camp and how much fun the counselors had. She was really doing a hard sell to try and get him to go.
"You're selling the camp well, Emma. What do you think, Jake, are you interested?" she said. She was curious about his response, given his earlier stated intention to stay at home.
"I dunno. It sounds okay. I had planned to stay home this summer. Get a job, make a bit of money before college."
