“Yes, Mom,” he responded emotional spent, looking as happy as a puppy dog.
I gave him a soft smile and said, “Well, good night, Kyle.”
“Night, Mom” he replied, and shuffled off towards his room.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt more refreshed than I had in ages. However, I was genuinely fearful of what I might find from my son. Would Kyle still respect me as a mother, or would he see me as some kind of whore for what I had done? I hoped for the best as I climbed out of bed and slipped into my robe.
As I walked down the hallway, the smell of fresh-brewed coffee wafted into my nose. When I arrived in the kitchen, I expected to find my son, but instead the room was empty. He left a brief note upon the table, letting me know he had to run to school, but there was hot coffee in the pot, as well as a fresh fruit smoothie in the fridge for me.
I honestly felt quite touched. Maybe this was his way of making it up to me for being such a pill the last few months, or maybe he just really enjoyed our special time together and this was his way of angling for a repeat session. Either way, I was happy. In spite of all my trepidation about putting on a show for him, the early results seemed positive.
I was very pleased by Kyle’s behavior the next few days as well. He was extremely attentive to me, but never once mentioned what we had shared or requested another go. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing to me, as it honestly had been hard for me to think about anything else. I tried not to tease, but I felt such a sexual energy around him it was hard not to flaunt myself just a bit.
At work a few days later, Diane approached me to ask how things were going at home. I told her everything was much better, and she actually looked disappointed. Deep down I could tell she hoped things were still bad so she could once more offer her intimate support. I was feeling a bit naughty, so I pulled her into a hug and mashed my breasts up against hers. Just before I broke our embrace, I whispered in her ear, “Thanks for thinking of me.” As I walked away, I intentionally put some extra wiggle in my hips and hoped she was watching. God, I was feeling super sexy!
Kyle and I were watching a movie on TV just days later, and things on the screen got quite spicy between the lead characters. Although they were under the covers, it was clear they were simulating having sex, with the male on top of the female. I was feeling exceedingly horny and wondered if Kyle was as well. I glanced over and couldn’t help look towards his groin. I was not surprised to see a large lump in his sweatpants, and knew he was enjoying the scene as much as I was.
When the movie ended, I stood and began walking towards my room, but stopped after just a few paces. I turned to look back at my son, and said, “I think I’ll take a bath.” After a pause, I asked, “Would you like to come to my room for a bit before you go to bed?”
Kyle nodded his head rapidly, as he said, “Heck Yea Mom!!”
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