8. Our Relationship Develops
I was waiting for Mom and Jordan, when they appeared from her bedroom about twenty minutes later. I had coffee and fried eggs ready for breakfast. Mom rushed at me, and her arms fell about my neck. She started kissing me up and down my cheeks. She was actually in tears.
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Sweetie! Thank you, my little Baby!"
It felt gratifying to get some physical attention myself, after watching so much of Mom and Jordan last night.
I came to him, and, for a moment, he seemed uncertain. Almost as though something had changed overnight. I had a sudden pang of fear. Then he looked at Mom briefly, and I was in his arms, and everything was back to normal.
"Happy Birthday again for last night," I giggled up at him.
"Hope you enjoyed your present."
"Thank you," he whispered, kissing me.
"It was one of my best nights ever."
I felt a sudden pang of jealousy, again, when he said that. Though I knew he said it in innocence. I stole a glance at Mom, who was blushing furiously, and quickly turned herself away and headed for the kitchen.
We sat down to breakfast, enjoying the quiet of the morning. It was a Sunday, and it was still early enough for Mom to go to Church if she wanted.
"Are you still going to Church this morning, Mom?" I asked.
I immediately saw her surprise at having forgotten about it, then her struggle with the concept, after just having spent the night sleeping with her daughter's boyfriend, behind her husband's back.
"Oh! It's Sunday isn't it?" she said, seeming disappointed.
"Um, I guess I'd better."
"Why don't we all go?" I offered.
She looked at me, surprised, and pleased. We finished up, and hurried to get ready. I dressed Jordan in a toned-down version of what he had worn the night before, so he looked smart, but not showy. Then I put on a neat dress, and Mom wore her usual matronly outfit and hat.
We filed in just in time for the service to start, and snuck down a pew that happened to be directly behind where Sally and Gordon McMillan were sitting. It was chilly, but fortunately I had brought a cardigan to cover my shoulders. I looked around. There weren't a whole lot of people my age, though there were a few smartly dressed teenagers, obediently following their parents.
The organ woke me up as the hymns began. I liked the music and the singing. I always had. It did my soul a lot of good. Jordan was struggling. He probably had never been in a Church before, maybe apart from funerals. He also couldn't really sing in tune, or at all. We listened to the minister instruct us about brotherly kindness and a range of other fairly uninteresting things, and soon enough, it was over.
We got up and filed out of the pews, and then ran into Sally on the carpet in the aisle. She and Mom greeting each other with a hug, then she looked at Jordan and I with her eyebrow raised.
"This is Jordan, my daughter's boyfriend." Mom said softly.
"Jordan, this is Sally McMillan."
Jordan nodded politely, but Sally came in and gave us both an air kiss on the cheek. I noticed her looking Jordan up and down approvingly.
We drove home, and mom seemed slightly more at peace with herself.
"Thank you both so much for coming with me. It's a bit lonely attending on one's own."
Jordan and I went out for the afternoon, and sat in a café together. He was still being a bit awkward with me, after last night. I came close and held him tight.
"Do you still love me as much as yesterday?"
It seemed strange to ask, but it seemed right to me, and probably for him as well.
"Of course I do, Babe."
"Did you enjoy having Mom?"
He paused for a while.
"Yeah...It was amazing."
"Do you want more?"
"Ummm."
He looked down at me, embarrassed.
"Yeah."
And at that moment, I realized giving Mom to Jordan for a one-night stand was never going to be feasible. I felt like kicking myself for being so naïve. I also had a sudden realization that these pangs of jealousy I had been experiencing would be continuing. While they made me horny, being a jealous lover was not really something I had any experience with, nor wanted at such an early stage in my love life.
But, I loved Jordan, and didn't want to be selfish. I kept telling myself Mom deserved this a lot more than I did.
"It's OK," I smiled back at him.
"You're the man of the house, remember? You're in charge."
He smiled gratefully.
We left and walked along the sidewalk and I held him close, feeling a little insecure, but trying not to show it. Mom deserved this. She had had so little attention for years. How selfish of me to be getting jealous over one night. And one that I made happen! Seeing the lust in their eyes for each other had been truly amazing. I wish he had looked at me that way.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"You can keep sleeping with Mom if you like."
He looked back at me with love in his eyes, and made my heart melt. He kissed me on the mouth, and everything was fine again. Why were my emotions so fickle?!
That evening, we sat in the den watching another slow-paced movie. This one was a romance, and Mom was quite moved by it. I could even see her in tears at one point. I went to the kitchen to refill my glass of water. When I came back, Jordan had moved over to sit next to Mom, and was rubbing her leg to stabilize her emotions. She was rubbing his hand and giggling back through her silly tears. They were like a brand new couple in love.
Mom saw me and looked up guiltily, biting her lower lip. I looked back at the two of them, smiling and shaking my head, as if ticking off young lovers who couldn't help themselves. Which was true, both from my side and theirs.
"Go ahead, you naughty lovebirds!" I said, and sat back down to watch the movie.
Mom gave me the most loving smile I've ever seen, and then turned her attention back to Jordan. Within moments, her hand was down his pants, stroking the length of his cock firmly. It rapidly gained stiffness and its full length. She looked him in the eyes as she continued stroking his shaft. He reached out and felt the weight of her boobs, as she came in for a kiss.
They were making a lot of noise, I wondered if it was for my benefit. I reached down and started fingering my clit as I watched Jordan's cock getting stiff. Mom looked across at me and started nodding, happy that I could derive some pleasure from watching them. I reached my other hand out and intertwined my fingers with Mom's on his cock.
Now Jordan had our ten fingers and thumbs working up his shaft, squeezing his life force up and out of him. I came in for a kiss and he accepted it gladly. Mom stroked my hair, and kissed Jordan's cheek while I was kissing his mouth. He put his thumb back in Mom's mouth, and moved her down in front of him. She hopped down on all fours at once like a puppy dog, ready to serve her master.
