A Mother's Second Chance: The Most Innocent of Seductions
Gail wasn't alone. It was impossible, of course, but still she knew it to be the truth. No matter how unfeasible it may have seemed-- she... was... not... alone.
It took a whole year to get to this point, but when it finally arrived Gail was left breathless with pent up anticipation. Deep down inside, she understood his presence still lingered throughout the house, watching, waiting, and now, maybe, just maybe, her long, lonely wait was over.
It was nearly eleven pm, exactly one year after the tragic accident which took her son's life on, of all days, his birthday..
What really troubled Gail was the stark realization his accident, his death, could have been easily avoided--if only she would have been a bit braver that evening.
Gail, alone in her bedroom, alone in the big house, alone in her sad life, was in the process of getting undressed when she heard the distinct sound of her bedroom's closet door being opened slowly.
She paused halfway through pulling her sweater up. She let it drop back down, before turning to stare across her spacious bedroom at the closet door. Although she could see no one, she perceived someone was there. If only to reaffirm this feeling, there seemed to come from the closet a small creaking noise-- as if someone, just inside the door, standing there, shifted their weight.
Of course, the house was old and prone to a whole array of weird noises. Gail knew this, yet still, she felt sure of being watched.
Gail stood still while silently weighing her options. Part of her wanted to rush across the bedroom, fling the closet door open, exposing who, or what, might be there. She quickly dismissed this option as being overly aggressive. Instead, she started across the bedroom, heading toward her bathroom, deciding to get undressed there in perceived safety.
She progressed no more than a few feet when she heard the closet door creak louder this time; like when it was being opened fully.
Turning, she looked across the dimly lit room having just enough time to observe a dark figure standing in the entrance to her closet, but before she could make out anything further, the bedroom was plunged into total darkness when, simultaneously, both lamps on the nightstands flanking her bed went out.
She stood there, her breath coming in shallow gasps, knowing for sure now she was not alone, leaving her scared, yet not sacred, both feelings seemingly joined at the hip. She counted to ten slowly in an effort to calm her jangled nerves, and to allow her eyes to adjust to the dark. After reaching ten, with the bedroom remaining eerily quiet, she moved cautiously toward the nearer of the two nightstands.
About a month ago, she had taken the precaution of placing a variety of candles on both nightstands, along with matches, ready to be lit at a moment's notice. The lights in the old house had been--unstable-- for quite some time now. She suspected, especially when the electrician could find nothing wrong, it was him messing with the lights.
She tried clicking on the lamp. Nothing. She straightened up, thinking she heard a noise behind her. Total silence. It seemed to stretch out forever-- as she stood still waiting, and hoping in the darkness.
"William... is that you?" she asked quietly.
After what seemed like forever a quiet voice answered. "Only one." The voice was too soft for her to identify-- with absolute certainty-- but it surely sounded like her William.
"Only one," she repeated softly to herself, before understanding what it meant. Turning to the nightstand, she picked up the matches and lit one of the white tapered candles in its glass candle holder.
Gail, desperate for deeper and more meaningful contact, previously decided, on this anniversary night, if he did try to make contact with her, to be utterly fearless--unlike one year ago.
Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the sound of footsteps crossing the room toward her before stopping a few feet away. Gail listened carefully. She could hear the sound of breathing by the foot of the bed. There was a small thud; something landed on the bed.
Turning toward the bed, she could see it was her white satin robe, folded neatly in a square.
His voice came floating to her, loud enough this time to identify, from somewhere across the dark bedroom. It was him! He was standing back, far enough away from the small pool of light cast by the candle where he was nothing more than an indistinct figure to her. Despite not being able to see him clearly, it was him. She knew it. He had returned--but to what purpose?
"Bathroom, put it on and nothing more." His voice was clear and concise.
"I--"
Cutting her off he snapped, "No questions, Mother, or I shall disappear for good this time."
She started to open her mouth, to question him further, despite his dire warning, but as she strained to make out his features he seemed to be fading.
Snapping her mouth shut, she picked up the robe and headed to the bathroom. It was the same robe she wore the night he died.
Just as she reached the doorway, she turned. "Nothing else, William?"
"Nothing else. Take your time. Things to prepare. Will knock when time."
"OK," she said before disappearing inside the bathroom.
Inside, she took her time stripping off her clothes, mulling over how impossible it was she just had a real conversation with her dead son, but yet, she did. Deciding it might not be very wise to over think things too much, Gail let the matter of what was possible, and what was not possible, drop. She would just accept things as they came.
After slipping the robe over her naked body, she moved closer to the bathroom door, straining to hear what he was up to out there. She could hear a bit of indistinct movement, but nothing more.
Sighing, she moved away from the door. Turning to the mirror, she looked at herself, before deciding a bit of makeup couldn't hurt.
As Gail slowly applied her makeup, her mind wandered back to that fateful evening, one year ago to the day. Gail and her son William were celebrating his birthday by spending the day together. They played tennis at the club in the afternoon, then followed that up by going shopping, before returning home to enjoy a quiet dinner.
After a dinner, where they both consumed copious amount of wine, at her insistence, and in honor of his birthday, they shared an intimate slow dance. After the dance, they retired to the living room to snuggle under a quilt, while watching a movie on this unusually cold and stormy early May evening.
After the movie, she fell asleep for a bit before waking up to find him curled up asleep next to her. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and when he didn't wake up, she slipped off the sofa and quietly made her way upstairs.
Up in her bedroom, she quickly changed out of her nice clothes and into her usual sleeping attire: her favorite blush colored front closure leisure bra and a pair of simple matching boy short panties. Slipping on her satin robe, she hurried back downstairs to her son.
William was just sitting up rubbing his eyes, when she came hurrying into the room. A short conversation, in which she complained about her back being sore from their earlier tennis match, led to her being stretched out on the sofa receiving a harmless little back rub.
Shortly after the massage started, she innocently complained about her robe being in the way, and would he mind very much if she took it off. Of course, he mumbled his compliance.
After the massage was over, feeling relaxed and carefree from both the wine and his backrub, she hesitated putting her robe back on as she was liking the way his eyes kept flickering down to her chest. And why shouldn't they, as, after all, Gail did possess a pair of nice 36 inch, D cup tits.
She could only assume he was rather captivated by how she looked in her bra... otherwise why the constant side long glances at her chest. The feeling, instead of making her uncomfortable, only gave her the confidence to keep showing off for him.
The raw sexual tension continued to grow between them as they sat side by side on the sofa, making small talk, with Gail nonchalantly sitting there in her underwear. By the nervous way he was fidgeting, she could tell her son was curious about why she wasn't putting her robe back on.
Since she could not tell him the truth--she was enjoying showing off for him--she chose to simply comment on how she didn't need to put her robe back, since it was late and they would be going up to bed shortly anyways. And besides that, she added how the wine she drank earlier in the night left her feeling a bit warm.
The final act of the night's drama commenced when she reminded him it was almost midnight and she was yet to give him his traditional happy birthday kisses.
Their kisses, sweet and innocent at first, soon turned serious, with their lips lingering on each other's. Her growing apprehension, tinged as it was with untold excitement from their not so innocent little kissing session, only grew stronger when she felt one of his hands-- ever so slowly-- sliding across her bare tummy, and upwards-- as they continued to exchange kisses. Was he planning on trying to feel her up? Sadly, she would never know as she simply became unnerved, hopping to her feet in an abrupt change of moods.
Thinking he had pushed things way too far, William, thoroughly embarrassed, hurried off upstairs to his room--without telling her he loved her, as he always did, every night without fail, before bedtime.
