Tanya moved around the kitchen preparing supper for her son and herself.
The open floor plan of the luxury apartment on the 18th floor allowed her an open view of the large living room and her son sitting in his father's chair watching TV. His head and dropped to the side and she felt a tinge of pain, knowing her son was so tired he had drifted off.
Tanya and her husband had immigrated to the United States in their early 20s. She had married well and had prospered in both wealth and family. Ebby, her son, was the youngest of four. He had arrived 12 years after her last daughter and was the adored one of the family.
Ebenezer, Ebby, was named after Ebenezer Scrooge. She and her husband loved the movie and named him so in the hopes that wealth would follow him as well as the kindness his namesake eventually found. Her oldest daughter and started calling him Ebby and the nickname stuck.
Sadly, her husband was gone now, having a fatal stroke at the young age of 53. Ebby reminded her so much of her husband when he was in his early 20s. He was slightly taller than the 5'7" of his father, but unlike his father he was skinny as a rail. He had his father's brain and was on his way to being wealthy his own right.
Unfortunately, the American bitch that he had married had not be stamina are integrity to last through the tough times. She had divorced him a year earlier.
A month ago Ebby had his first patent pending. It was going to bring him wealth. She was no longer put off by his divorce. The bitch would not profit in his good fortune.
"Ebby." She whispered, shaking her son lightly on the shoulder. "Supper is ready, my son."
"Okay, Momsey." Ebby acknowledged, sluggishly beginning to rise from the chair.
Ebby sat down at the higher kitchen counter as his mother sat a plate of fried steak and fries in front of him.
"I marvel at your ability, and willingness, to cook American food!" Ebby complemented.
"Only because I love you." She returned. "It's not good for you. Unfortunately, your father would not listen to me either and you see what happened to him."
He had not eaten all day and the silence as he ate showed it. Tanya sat across from her son and studied him as she drank her tea.
She and her husband had had a very active sex life. She knew the importance of sex in marriage and sexual stress relief in general. Her husband had been passionate and demanding of her need to understand a hard-working man's need for relief of his stress through sex. She never said anything but she found it worked for her also. It was demanding and stressful to raise four children.
She hoped Ebby masturbated as she did, but pondered if he missed the warm touch of a woman as she did the warm body of her husband. Since his passing, she had collected, tried out, a good variety of sex toys and used a few of them often.
"Do you have a female interest of late? She inquired.
"Haven't had the time. I've been working like a madman here lately." He sighed. "I will be surprised if I don't get a call this evening. I told them, only if it's an emergency as I need to spend time with my momsey."
She reached to pat his hand smiling at him. She loved her son so much and her mind of late had been going places it should not go.
She had begun to have sexual thoughts about him. She had contemplated and worried herself ragged pondering the reasons for such thoughts. Was it her feeling of loneliness? Was it her despair for him not having a woman in his life? Or, was it just plain lust for sexual contact and the fact that she had no other place to go except to Ebby........... to family!
"You need to find time, son!" She retorted. "It is important for a man to have a woman to relieve his stress. You cannot do your best thinking if you are stressed out! "
"Do women get stressed out?" He queried.
"What do you mean?"
"I suppose, we are talking about sex, right?" He replied.
"Yes. I suppose they do. Why do you ask?" She answered.
"Because Momsey, you seem a bit stressed right now."
"I just think you need a woman in your life!" She replied, then lied. "And, I am not the least bit stressed. I'm concerned, is all!"
She swallowed the last bit of tea and stood to begin cleaning up. The wide expanse of windows in the apartment showed that the sun was going down and it would soon be dark.
"Look at that beautiful sunset!" She said, as she wiped the counter. "So, unless you get a call we can spend some time together tonight?"
"Definitely!" He replied.
"Well, let me go and take a quick shower and get my PJs on." She said. "It will not take but a few minutes. I would like a Coke and there is some popcorn on top of the fridge."
Tanya did not hasten through her shower as promised. She had come to a decision and pampering every nook and cranny of her body in preparation made her feel young and alive. Her thoughts were not of rejection.
As she toweled off, she studied herself in the mirror. Her short hairstyle looked American. She only cut it at the insistence of her husband who wanted in every fiber of his body to be American.
But her heart and her name; "of the family" was East Indian and was guiding her to do, in her mind, a reasonable thing.
Studying her reflection, she knew she had a pretty face, as did all her daughters. They were trim and fit, but she was not. Her 5'8" frame was somewhat pudgy, but her mocha colored skin was like silk and her ample breasts had large nipples that her husband loved to suckle on. Her ass was not all that broad and had driven her husband insane with lust for her. No, there would be no rejection!
She left the bathroom, entering her bedroom. PJs were out of the question. She dressed herself in the same black, see-through Teddy pants that her husband had often begged for. She strapped on a black bra with openings for her areola and nipples to protrude.
Over this, she put on a medium weight, modest housecoat one could not see through.
Tanya found her son sitting on the large sofa. On the way by, she switched off the kitchen light darkening the apartment.
Normally, she would have sat at the opposite end of the couch or another chair as modesty dictated. Instead, tonight she sat down next to her son. Taking up her glass of Coke, she put her legs up on the coffee table. The housecoat dropped off a good portion of her legs and thighs. Both actions were highly inappropriate and only done in the presence of her husband when they were alone.
With reluctance, Ebby could not help noticing his mother's legs and a good amount of her thighs. Though instantly uncomfortable, he did not say anything. Unconsciously, he found them superb.
Of late, they always enjoyed the apartment lights turned off as the nearness of the downtown area illuminated the apartment in soft mellow light. They were the highest around for a number of miles and even with all of the numerous blinds up being observed was not a concern.
Also, Tanya had found, in husband and son alike, darkness relaxed them and they talked more openly, revealing more than they normally would have.
Tanya guided the conversation for many minutes updating Ebby on his siblings. There were numerous stories to tell about her grandchildren. She inquired about his job and related topics. Then, several long moments of silence as she ran out of things to talk about
She sat studying her son as he stared down at the floor. She edged a bit closer to him.
"You need a girlfriend, Ebby." She said softly and lovingly.
"I have a girlfriend! You are my girlfriend." He replied.
"I am thrilled to have that title. Then, why don't we consider me a girlfriend with...........awwww.......... what's that word.......... a girlfriend with benefits." She suggested.
"Do you know what that means?" He queried. "Do you know what you're proposing?"
"Actually, I do. I looked it up. I'm proposing that I be your girlfriend with benefits until you find a more appropriate girlfriend." Tanya stated matter-of-factly.
Tanya noticed a bulge in his pants. Her son's eyes were glued to the floor, but it was not long before his right hand dropped to cover the bulge.
"Your dad and I had a very active sex life. After you left home, it became even more so. I enjoyed and miss sex, Ebby."
"And what about dad!" He queried. "Do you think he would approve of us being intimate?"
"Your dad, unfortunately, left us." She answered. "I think he would approve of you and me being intimate together rather than another man outside the family. There is something to be said for keeping it in the family."
Moments passed and Tanya noted that her son was toying with the bulge in his pants with his thumb and forefinger.
"What about my sisters?" He queried. "Would they not disapprove?"
"They do not have to know!" She exclaimed. "You're being contrary, my son. No one will ever know."
Tanya took a deep breath to calm down.
"Does that feel good?" She queried. "Why don't you unzip and let it have some freedom. It will not bother me in the least. It would please me to see you release your sexual stress."
"Really?" Ebby queried nervously.
"Your dad and I and a good collection of X-rated movies. I could put one on for you?" She suggested.
When her son unzipped his pants and brought forth his erection, Tanya became mesmerized by his long, thin shaft and its pointed domed head. Tiny veins were clearly visible by the ambient light.
"You have a very nice cock, Ebby." She observed. "Thinner but considerably longer than your father's. Should I put on a video so you might have help pleasuring yourself?"
She was hoping for a response but it did not come. Her son just sit there staring and toying with his cock.
She decided to try a more subservient attitude, more attuned to the old country.
"Perhaps you would like me to suck it for you." She proposed. "Let you relax. Your father taught me how to do it and said I was quite proficient."
He said nothing but released his cock placing his right hand flat on the sofa, as was the left.
Tanya bent over and took a few inches of his stiffly erect cock into her mouth. There was no need to hold it.
In a matter of moments, with only the slightest of moan, he filled her mouth with his cum. Totally unexpected, she gagged as she tried to continue to suck him. Finally, she had to spit him out.
