Back where he belongs – Mother and Son – Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Stephanie lay on her bed, her mind whirling. She felt exhausted with the day’s events and all she could think to herself was that she should just go to sleep. It was night-time, the world was quiet outside, no sound other than the odd car in the distance and her heartbeat in her chest. She still needed to shower for the evening but even getting up to go to her ensuite bathroom seemed like too much of an effort. All that she could do was replay the day’s events her in mind and wonder how things had progressed as they had.

Just sleep, leave today behind. Tomorrow you can start again and erase the day from your mind. Pretend that none of it happened and just go back to normal she told herself.

She wanted to; she was willing it to happen. She pulled the comforter around her fully clothed body and tried to squeeze her eyes closed in the hope that she could force herself to sleep. She stayed like that for a few minutes in the dark room listening to the silence, but it was no use. The memories of the evening flashed through her mind again and again and no matter how much she shifted she was not getting any more comfortable. “I need to get undressed and showered” she told herself, of course she did. She’d always been a creature of habit and her before bed shower had become her nightly ritual for as long as she could remember. At least since her son Andy was old enough to sleep in his own room.

Andy.

Her son.

Again, he flashed into her mind. As her only son, he was her whole world, so he was never far from her mind but today had changed something, moved something within her. Something inexplicable had been altered and she couldn’t work out if she could ever put it back.

Being a single mother was hard, but she thought she had been doing such a good job. Although he was a somewhat reserved boy around other adults and his peers, he had grown to be a compassionate and sweet teen and he had a small group of friends who she thought were a good influence on him, and she enjoyed the fact that he didn’t seem to be rushing to grow up too quickly. He had recently started going to swimming practice at his school and she could see the buds of confidence that had given him. He was by no means a cocky or obnoxious young man, but he seemed a bit more outgoing and at ease in himself. He was good looking but still boyish teen with sandy brown hair that fell about the deep blue eyes that reminded her so much of his father and that she adored. His father had died when Andy was only five and those first couple of years were a struggle. John had left enough money for them to be comfortable for a while but the grief that it had left her with was immense. She had waded through those first few years in emotional numbness and Andy was the only thing that kept her from giving up at times. He was the light in her life that she kept going for, and his radiance bought hope and joy to her heart in that dark period.

As he grew older their bond never dwindled, their relationship was as good as any mother could hope for from her son. Even as he entered his teenage years, they would often spend weekends together going to parks, watching movies and shopping. He was open with her and she with him and they supported each other and talked about their days together when he got home from school. She hadn’t dated much at all, but he had always encouraged her to if that’s what she wanted. He was such a supportive and caring teen.

God, she thought to herself. Am I such a terrible mother?

She forced herself up in an attempt to clear the thoughts from her mind. Pausing momentarily as she sat on the edge of her bed to listen for any sounds to indicate that Andy was still awake from within the house, but she was met with stillness. She rose and began undressing, removing her top and trousers, deliberately folding them and placing them on the back of the chair before taking off her bra. The act felt particularly liberating today, her breasts were much more sensitive than usual, they had ached in a way that she hadn’t felt since she was nursing Andy all those years ago. She placed a hand under each and gently massaged them, trying to soothe their near constant throb. As she did, she couldn’t’ help but look at herself in her mirror and examine her body. It was not an impulse that she had had in a while, she realized. She went to yoga twice a week, but she did that out of habit and for how good it felt – she rarely gave any actual thought to how she looked anymore, and the realization saddened her.

Whilst still holding her breasts she examined herself. The inevitable signs of aging were there to see; her breasts were slightly less perky than they once were and the veins around her nipples showed a bit more prominently. She now held a small bit of fat around her stomach and butt that hadn’t been there previously, but all in all she thought that she held up well for someone her age. Not that forty-two was old by any means, it was just that when she let herself think about it, she had seen so many of her friends decline rapidly once the routine of family and work life set in and she was happy that – so far at least – she thought she could still be confident enough to wear a figure-hugging dress out if she wanted too. There was vanity in this line of thinking, she knew – but she allowed herself this rare confidence boost as she turned to look at her behind from over her shoulder in the mirror.

Happy with herself she turned back around and that was when she was again reminded of the happenings of the day. She had just hooked her thumbs into her panties and was about to remove them when she noticed the wet patch that covered the whole of their underside. No wonder she was so uncomfortable, she thought. Ashamed of herself she slid them down her thighs. The crotch was saturated in her clear and frothy juices and as she pulled them, they almost stuck to her lightly trimmed pubic hair that had become matted and sticky in the dampness. The smell of herself rose to meet her nostrils. She had been horny for so long. And as much as she had tried to put the thoughts of the past couple of hours out of her head there was no stopping them.

She hadn’t been this turned on in years.