Anthony was finishing his bowl of cereal when his mother entered the kitchen.
"Good morning," Terri said as she passed him to start brewing coffee. "Any plans for today?"
"Not really."
Anthony was on spring break and had planned to go camping with his father. At the last minute, Domenic was called away on business and had to cancel their trip. Most of his friends had gone away so he didn't have his usual group to hang out with. His younger sister, Angie, was on a school trip and Aaron, his younger brother, had gone away with the family of one of his friends leaving Anthony and his mother alone in the house together.
It had been almost three months since they'd had sex and Anthony hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The feeling of penetrating his mother lingered on his dick and every time he fucked his girlfriend he imagined it was his mother on him again. The memory of her moans fueled his masturbatory fantasies. Each time he heard his parents having sex, he felt an irrational twinge of jealousy as he stroked his dick alone in his room, timing his release to coincide with hers. Even seeing her around the house as she was now, hair in a loose, messy bun, wearing casual shorts and a t-shirt, caused his dick to respond. He couldn't help watching the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts uncontained by a bra, the soft press of her nipples against her shirt as she went about her business unaware of the effect she was having on him.
"I'm going shopping later if you want to join me," Terri offered.
"Maybe," Anthony said noncommittally.
"Just don't spend all day inside," she said as he got up and cleared his dishes. It was Tuesday, the second day off school, and he hadn't left the house since Saturday when they dropped Angie off at school. "At least go sit out by the pool or something. You need fresh air."
"I'll think about it." Anthony gave his mother a kiss on the cheek as he passed her and left the kitchen.
Terri watched his retreating form, very aware of the firmness in his shorts that had brushed against her. Since that night, while there were gaps in her memory, she had come to remember how good sex with Anthony had been. It wasn't just his larger penis that had done it for her. There was a nice eroticism about his youthful exuberance and technique. His hump and dump method took her back to her early sexual encounters—in cars, sneaking out to the woods, behind the school's bleachers—that had a similar forbidden aspect, a similar concern for nothing more than the moment with no thought for the ramifications of the event. And unbeknownst to either Anthony or Domenic, for a short while she had been concerned with the ramifications.
For the first time in years, she had been late and worried that Anthony had impregnated her. Though she had had sex with her husband since then, her quick math determined that Anthony had fucked her during her normal fertile window. Part of her began to accept and look forward to the pregnancy. She had always wanted more children but within a few years after the birth of the twins it seemed to not be in their cards. That her son would be the father of a child who would be raised as his sibling filled her with an admittedly perverse pleasure. After taking one home pregnancy test that read positive and a second that showed negative, she made an appointment with her doctor. The day before the visit she began to bleed. And when her doctor informed her she was entering perimenopause she was conflicted. It was both a relief and a disappointment not being pregnant and knowing that she most likely would never be again. As the emotions settled she began to realize that she was more upset about not having a fourth child than she had been about being pregnant with Anthony's child.
That revelation only intensified her guilt.
Since the first time she laid eyes on Domenic, she had not looked at, let alone fantasized, about anyone else. The two biggest events in her life were because of him: her wedding day and the day she gave birth to their first child, Anthony. They had worked hard together to fashion a comfortable life for themselves and she never regretted the sacrifices they made to get there. She had never had a complaint about him nor doubted his love. Even after all these years, they still had a great sex life and she never felt she needed more.
Until now.
Though she was still satisfied by her husband, she found herself thinking more about Anthony. When her husband entered her, she increasingly found herself thinking back to how Anthony felt penetrating her. As Domenic's bulky, masculine body covered hers while he thrust against her, she remembered how Anthony's diminutive body seemed to fly lightly above her during their coupling. Though she couldn't recall how it felt when he filled her, she did remember the intensity of her orgasm and the large stain that she found on the sheet the next day.
Finished with breakfast, she got dressed to go out. On her way past Anthony's room, she knocked at the partially open door.
"Anthony, hon, I'm leaving. Are you sure you don't want to go?"
"Yeah," he said distractedly. He was playing a video game and barely looked in her direction. "I'm just going to hang out here. I'll go outside later."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Okay, then. I'll be back in a few hours. Think about what you want for dinner."
"Pizza," he said without hesitation.
"I should've known." She kissed the top of his head and smiled to herself when he batted her away. He may have fucked her but he was still the same teenager who didn't want his mother fawning over him that he had always been.
On Terri's list of places to visit, the first stop was at a gas station to fill her tank. When she began to get out of the car, she realized she didn't have her wallet which was sitting on her nightstand from shopping online the night before. With a self-deprecating chuckle, she returned home.
