Back where he belongs – Mother and Son – Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Stephanie didn’t really know how much time had passed. She had gone downstairs and put dinner in the oven ready to be heated up, but time was moving strangely and she felt like she was floating through the process and she certainly didn’t really feel much hunger. Truth be told, she didn’t know what she felt. What had happened in her son’s room earlier had had a strange effect on her, leaving her mind unable to really think clearly. She realized that she may have been in a state of shock, no matter how composed she tried to remain.

She wasn’t sure when she first began to realize how aroused he had been but his bodies reaction as they hugged, his slight whimpers and little jerks could only have meant one thing. As she thought about it more, she concluded that she must have interrupted him pleasuring himself when she came home and that it was just his body’s natural reaction to being close to someone whilst aroused. In her clear-thinking mind she knew that’s all it was. He was a teenager after all. But regardless, she couldn’t get it out of her mind. The way he had held her close and whispered ‘mom’ as he was having his orgasm were being replayed to her mind over and over. She knew that the move here was to act calmly as if nothing had happened, and that’s what she intended to do. But there was just something about the what had happened that she couldn’t get out of her head.

It wasn’t that she was completely surprised by the situation, on some level she knew that Andy had hit puberty and had been exploring himself for a while now. He may have been slighter and a bit slower to develop than the other boys, but he had certainly become a teenager. She had realized that when she had to start telling him to shower more otherwise, he and his room would stink. She was also sure that he masturbated, although she hadn’t really caught him on the act – until this evening, of course. No, the only thing that really caught her by surprise this evening was her own body’s reaction.

After she had left his room and closed his door behind her, she had leant back against the wall, she felt lightheaded and slightly disorientated. She needed to catch her breath and it was only after regaining her composure that she had realized the throbbing in her groin and the need for touch.

Now, as she sat on the L-shaped sofa in the living room sipping her glass of red wine, she tried to make sense of everything. Dinner was ready to be heated up, but she hadn’t seen Andy since the incident. She had time to calm herself down to an extent but the very recent memory of the intense yearning in her vagina stayed with her. The wine helped.

I hope he’s ok. She thought to herself. Poor boy must be so embarrassed. I can’t let on that I was aware of anything.

She was getting concerned; it had been over an hour, and he hadn’t made an appearance yet. She had gone through every scenario in her head. Maybe he just wasn’t hungry, maybe he was embarrassed, or maybe she had just completely misread the whole situation and she was making a big deal in her head for nothing.

No, she wished it was true but knew deep down that it wasn’t. He was likely embarrassed and confused and she wanted to take that feeling away from him. She wanted so badly to tell him that it was all okay and that it was just the way that a growing boy’s body reacts to certain situations, but she knew that she shouldn’t. This was a private experience for him that he would need to process and doing that would give the game away.

She sat half thinking – half watching the crappy reality show that she had on as background noise. Contemplating when she should go up and check on him.

“Hey mom”.

She looked up to see Andy standing in the doorway. He must have padded downstairs without her hearing him. He was wearing his navy-blue bathrobe that she bought him a few years earlier. He didn’t wear it much anymore and he was getting far too big for it now, she realized. It barely went past his knees.

Has he grown that much? She thought to herself, she still thought of him as her baby in so many ways she realized.

He stepped into the room sheepishly and she realized that he wasn’t wearing much underneath.

“Hi baby, how are you feeling? Did you nap again?” she said with a concerned but forced smile. The wine had left her feeling slightly more composed and she wanted to give him an out by letting him know that she bought his story.

“Er yeah, I did.” he said, seeming slightly unsure of himself. She thought she saw a flash of strained embarrassment wash over his face for a moment.

“I tried what you bought for me on” he continued. “I’m really not sure mom. I don’t know if I can wear these. I think they’re a bit tight maybe”. He looked down at the floor, embarrassed.

She felt for him in that moment, her heart sank. She knew that he didn’t feel the most comfortable in his body, but he was handsome young man she knew. His thick light brown hair and that fell about his eyes in waves, the slight dimples in his cheeks and his friendly smile. He was growing into such a good-looking man, and she wished that he saw himself the way she saw him.

“Let me see baby, I’ll take them back if you really don’t like them. I promise.”

He hesitated for a moment but then reluctantly he let the small bathrobe slide from his shoulders and make heap on the floor at his feet. Stephanie let her eyes travel over his son and once again she felt her heart race and the heat of lust begin to radiate from within. She realized that she hadn’t seen him in a state of undress since he began his swimming practice. The only real exercise that he had ever really done other than soccer when he was younger. He stood there in his bright swimming briefs, looking shy and pleading. She felt for him, she wanted to reassure him, but the words were stuck in her throat and the mixture of shame and lust had stopped her mind from working properly. It was all she could do not to grab him and run her hands all over his him. She tried to put it down to the fact that it has now been years since she had last seen a man naked, but she knew deep down that this was not quite it. She wasn’t sure how or when it happened, but he was attractive to her. Everything about him was as cute and loveable as she had ever known him, but now there was suddenly this new layer of feeling for him that she had never known before. A deep and very physical appreciation for his form and person that had somehow become sexual in nature.

Puberty had now firmly taken hold on his body she could see, along with the swimming that he was doing he had lost some of the puppy fat that he held when she had last taken note of his body in the summer. He was still short and slim, but that fat had been replaced by a hint of definition and she could see the beginnings of muscles in his chest, arms, and legs. His stomach was toned and flat and she could see that his shoulders were broader now. The Speedos themselves fitted fine she thought, but she could see why he might be uncomfortable in them. They were snug, and they created a clear outline of his two testicles as the fabric wrapped around them and held them firmly in place. Resting on top of them, sitting slightly to the side she could see the outline of his penis as it was squashed between them and the fabric. Soft, it looked about the size of her thumb she guessed, and she could make out a little thatch of pubic hair sitting atop of it. She realized he was quite a smooth young man; he had some downy, peach fuzz hair on his legs which wasn’t very thick, and he had only the slightest hint of a snail trail of blonde hair that crept up from his pubic area to his bellybutton, but it was barely noticeable. His chest, arms and thighs were hairless, and he only had the slightest amount under his arms.

She wanted to take in every piece of him with her eyes. My god, she realized, she wanted to see more! My baby! She thought to herself. When did I miss you growing up so much? He was so adorable to her.

She knew her feelings were wrong, but she was lost in sight of him. He was perfect to her, and she swelled with pride at the thought that she had created him. She lost track of where her motherly feelings ended, and her womanly ones began. She fought the urge to embrace him and smother him in her touch, but it would not go away.

“What do you think mom?” Andy sheepishly asked, shaking her out of her dizzy cloud of lust.

“They look fine baby, really”.