The Club part 3

Chapter 3 – Justin

Justin had no idea how to do what Jeremy had suggested. His mother picked him up at camp with her usual affectionate greeting, and all the way home they chatted about anything and everything. Justine couldn’t see in his mum anything like what Jeremy had spoken about. However, his opportunity came two weeks later, and he very nearly missed it. During those two weeks Justin thought Jeremy must have been wrong, as he saw no indication from his mother that she desired him sexually. Then he thought maybe he was approaching this all wrong, and that he really couldn’t see ‘the signs’. He decided he needed to really compare his mother to other mothers with guys his age, so he went to the local mall for a whole Saturday. He followed families around without being too obvious, and sat at the food court to listen and watch.

It was immediately apparent he and his mother were very different from other mothers and sons his age. Jeremy had been right, or at least the Dr. and his research had been. Not one of the mothers treated their sons like his mother treated him, not one. They didn’t even come close. Now he could see his mother was far more affectionate to him, then the mothers he watched that Saturday. None of them touched their sons like his mother touched him, and they even seemed to keep their distance with their sons. He sat and thought about this for some time before going home, and came to the conclusion that the reason he hadn’t seen it was because it had always been like this between his mother and himself. But how could he seduce his mother. He thought about this as he walked home, but no plan came to mind.

Justine is a trained singer and part of a school for talented singers and at eighteen would be attending university in a months time to study music and singing further. Two weeks after camp the school had their recital, as they did each year. Justin was the oldest male star, and his mother was at her proudest when he sang.

The night of the recital saw Debbie take up her usual position in the middle of the front row, reserved for the mother of the star. That night she wore a white blouse buttoned high and a long flowing skirt, which was typical for her. Justine was still sure Jeremy was wrong about Debbie, because although she was far more affectionate toward him then other mothers were to their sons; he saw no sexual signs toward him as Jeremy had spoken of. However, what Justine wasn’t aware of was that Jeremy’s words and the mall experience had made Justine more observant of his mother then before the camp.

When he first came on stage to sing, he looked down at his proud mother to see her sitting expectantly, with her hands clasped together in her lap and smiling like the doting mother she was. During his first song Justine watched his mother and something caught his attention, and he very nearly forgot the words. Back stage waiting for his next song Justine ran over in his mind what he believed he had seen. He saw his mother was pushing her clasped hands into her lap, and he believed Debbie was doing it for one purpose, but he had to be sure.

When he was called for his next song he had a plan; to sing to his mother and see what developed. This would be very unusual for Justine, because he always sang to the whole audience, unlike other students who sang to their parent for focus, and not become distracted. His second song was a fast paced Gilbert and Sullivan, and as he began he looked straight at Debbie and sang it to her. The response by his mother was unprecedented. Her eyes glistened with tears, and her hands began not only to push, but also to grind. Justine smiled to himself; that bastard Jeremy was right, he thought.

His third and final song was a slow love song, and as he waited back stage and the wait was killing him. Finally he was called to sing the last piece of the night. He stood and waited for his music, staring at his mother. A change had come over Debbie. Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, and Justine noticed her knees were wide apart with he hands unclasped now with open palms pushed down into her lap. Justine knew Jeremy had been right, and he had now found the key to unlock his own mother. Debbie had given her son all the signs Jeremy had told The Clan to watch for.

The music began and Justine threw himself into the song, singing it to and for his mother. The song was ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’. He used all the right body language, and voice inflections and emotions. Justine watched as his mother melted under the attention of her son’s song. Everyone in the auditorium could see a son singing to his single mum, and they all thought ‘how lovely’, but Justine worked hard for another reason. To her son, Debbie now made little effort to cover the movements of her hands, which only he could see. It was clear Debbie was playing with her pussy because her son had turned her on so much. ‘Bingo’, thought Justine, ‘now let’s see what develops.’

By the end of his song, mother and son were spent, and the applause was rapturous. Everyone was blown away by the show of love from a son to his mother, but none more so then Debbie — she was weeping and out of breath. Those around her thought her physical reactions to her son’s performance appropriate, but they had no idea her tears and breathlessness was for a very different reason.

Back stage Justine was congratulated by everyone, especially his teacher who had tried for years to get that type of performance and emotion out of him.