Paul stood quietly outside his mother's bedroom door. He could hear the unmistakable low buzz of the vibrator oscillating. In his mind's eye he imagined it traversing in and out of her pussy. He heard the soft moan as she got off. Then silence.
Phillipa was built like a hot Network TV Weather Girl, which was good, because that's what she was. She'd had Paul young, marching down the aisle with a bun in the oven, followed a year later by his sister Jaqui. With long chestnut hair she kept in pigtails around the house, and sparkling hazel eyes, she looked like an anime protagonist's hot single mom, working hard to keep her family together, which she also was.
Paul's dad had been a lumber yard manager and had died in a yard accident when a cantilever rack had given way dumping a bundle of landscaping ties on him, crushing him. He'd bled out before the EMT's had even been able to get there. It hit Phillipa hard. It took several years before she'd even thought of dating again.
As hot as she was, there was no lacking opportunity, but for some reason three or four dates with a guy, was about where things maxed out before she broke thing off. Just hitting her mid-thirties, it seemed a shame to Paul to see her at her jigsaw puzzle table with a glass of wine every night. Or on the odd Friday out to dinner with the 'next victim', as Paul tended to think of them.
Paul had a good job. Opting not to pursue the college path, he'd gone to work stocking shelves in the local grocery store as soon as he was old enough to work. Going to full time once he'd graduated high school, He'd advanced steadily and was now assistant store manager. Jaqui was away at college. Both had reasonably active social lives, but kept things on the quiet side, mostly for Mom's sake.
Still, the subject had come up one Friday night when they'd both had nothing else going on.
"I don't know. I just haven't found the right combination." Phillipa had said.
"What do you mean?" Paul asked.
"Your Dad. I mean he was the only guy I've ever dated that seemed to want something more from me than getting into my panties. It's hard to explain, but most of the guys I go out with, three or four dates in and I can see what they're campaigning for." She explained.
"Can you blame them, mom? I mean you're hot as hell. First and foremost, most guys are going to be drawn to that. They're going to want to go for it." Paul offered.
"That's nice of you to say, that I'm hot." She said self-consciously. "But they don't try and look beyond that to all the other things I have to offer. Your dad did that. He made me feel special. Like I was more than just a trophy. I want to be more than someone's next piece of ass. Is that so wrong?"
"No mom. Of course not." Paul conceded.
A week later. Phillipa had a date. She was home super early and seemed upset. Things had not gone well, and Paul gradually pried out of her that he'd been all over her from the time he picked her up, and that she'd just had to put her foot down and insist he take her right straight back home. It was a disaster, with him ending up calling her all sorts of degrading names.
Paul thought about their conversation from before. His mom was intelligent, sensitive, and had an intuitive kind soul. Paul could see why she felt like meat when dates went South the way this one had. But he could also see, with her hair done for an evening out, the way her dress hugged her curves, the way her breasts swayed and bounced ever so slightly as she moved in her heels. Even he had to admit that she fairly oozed sexiness.
At 19, he'd had enough experience with girls to be able to recognize the difference between a girl and a woman, and his mom, he had to admit, was all Woman. Then a few weeks later with a different guy, almost the same exact thing had happened.
She was shaking, she was so upset.
"That's it, Paul, I'm done." She said sitting on the couch. "I'm never going to find someone like your dad."
Paul sat down next to her and gave her a consoling hug. "It's okay, Mom. It was just a bad date."
They sat like that for a while, and eventually Paul could feel her calming down, relaxing. He got up a went into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine. She thanked him, taking the glass. Truly grateful for having him there. She imagined what it might be like coming home to an empty house after a date like that. In some ways, having Paul around was kind of an insurance policy that this was as bad as it could get.
Phillipa started to notice Paul more and more. He didn't put on airs, always treated her and Jaqui with consideration and respect. He was always there to listen when either of them had issues they needed to get out. And he was handsome to boot. Why couldn't she find a guy like him, she wondered to herself sometimes.
Paul had begun to notice that his mom at times seemed to be checking him out. At first it was a little bit creepy, but after a while, he kinda liked it. He even found himself starting to flirt a little bit just to see if he could get a rise out of her.
Phillipa was a proud mom. Her husband had had good genetics, and their kids had grown up likewise. Both had gotten their dad's dark hair and slender but muscular builds. While Jaqui wasn't quite as buxom as her mom, she had an awesome figure, nonetheless.
Phillipa and Paul had kept up their cat and mouse flirting. In fact, it had escalated into furtive innuendos.
Jaqui had been home for Spring Break for a few days when she cornered Paul.
"What's the deal with you and Mom?" She'd asked.
"What do you mean?" Paul replied.
