Deep gratitude to my editor on this one. He was amazing.
The characters are 18, don't forget to stay hydrated.
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It was hot, really hot.
The whole situation had boiled out of control for James and now he was stuck at home. It had been two weeks since, for reasons that weren't explained to James, he was told he wasn't allowed to go over to his aunt's house anymore. His parents didn't have any control over what he did, he told himself, but his mom seemed very emphatic. He was worried that his mom knew about the affair that he was having with his aunt, so he didn't want to push the issue.
So he was stuck here in his house with nothing to do, and no one to fuck.
What's worse, they didn't have air-conditioning. It was an older house and the city didn't usually get hot enough for air-conditioning so they never had one installed. It wasn't normally a problem, but on a day like today everyone in the house was sweating.
His father, Jacob, had gone back to his normal pattern, going to work on the weekends in order to get away from the heat. He also spent a few minutes every day remembering what he had lost, a beautiful teen begging to pleasure him. In some small way, he blamed his wife and their sex life had dropped off. That left James and Madeline, mother and son, at home - the both of them had not yet gotten used to not having their sexual desires taken care of. With the heat, what happened next was inevitable.
James was watching TV, TBS was playing a James Bond Marathon. At this point he was committed to watching every single film, consisting of 50 hours of the super spy fighting it out with whatever nameless foreign entities were trying to take over the world. He set himself up with a cold drink and was laying back on the sectional couch with pillows stuffed in the corner.
He had just begun to watch one of the Pierce Brosnan Bond films, not GoldenEye, but one of the ones that was actually legitimately terrible, and his mother walked in. She was wearing only a robe. He barely made eye contact with her with line of sight focused only on the television set.
Madeline had woken up without her husband there, he left before she had opened her eyes. If he had been there, she would have had him pleasure her with his tongue, give her a handjob, or fuck her from behind, anything, really. Instead, she stretched out her body across their large bed, moaned, put the two fingers from her right hand to her lips, and began to think of a blowjob she had given to a friend in highschool as the fingers of her left hand spread her pussy lips.
Her concentration was suddenly broken by scattered gunfire and the voice of Halle Berry screaming. She tried to get the fantasy back, but it was gone, and the sound coming from the living room was just too loud. Annoyed, she got out of bed, threw on a robe and walked out into the living room.
He was laying against the couch in his boxer shorts, sipping on a cold drink. Madeline felt a twinge of arousal. She smiled and asked for his attention: "James, could you turn that down." Behind her, the villain of the story was killing expendable characters.
He didn't look up, "Sorry Mom, I'd like to but this is too important. I think this guy is making some kind of computer virus."
"You know," Madeline said, annoyed, "If you're not going to help your aunt with yard work, you're going to have to find a different job. Have you looked in the.." she was cut off when he raised the remote control and increased the volume, again, without looking up at her. He smiled sarcastically.
He's just like his father, Madeline thought, shaking her head. She tightened the sash on her robe and then dove onto him, grabbing for the remote. James was surprised and she got her hand around it, but he was bigger at the end so he easily kept control. "Hey," he yelled, pulling the remote back, and pushing her away. From the couch in front of him, James' mother once again jumped at him. The hand with the remote back behind him he only had one hand to defend himself. He tried to push her away again, but Madeline pinned his wrist against the couch and lunged for the remote again. James wrapped his legs around her waist and pulled her down, locking her in.
Her head was at his chest level, with his legs wrapped around her waist. She found herself unable to move. James looked down at her, she began punching at his leg. "Ow," James yelled, but didn't let up the vise grips he had.
Madeline stopped struggling for a moment and looked up at him calmly. They were both covered in sweat both from the heat and from the fight, she felt the moisture from his chest on her face. They were both breathing hard. It was then that Madeline realized that James had an erection that was pressing against her. She wasn't disgusted, she knew what her body did to a man, and on a hot day like this was only normal. she had to admit to herself but she was getting turned on as well.
In the background James Bond spoke into the room "well, this is a tricky situation," followed by sounds of stage fighting.
