I awoke the next morning as if coming out of a coma. I was disoriented at first, thinking I was in my own bed. That is until I sensed a warm, soft body beside me and realized I was in my parents' bedroom, in my parents' bed, and together with my mother in that bed. She was laying there, head propped up on her arm, watching me, mascara still smeared on her cheeks, pearls still around her neck. She'd let her hair down and it fell in curls around her face and shoulders. She was a mess, and she was beautiful.
She kissed her fingers, then pressed them to mine. "Good morning, sleepyhead. It's almost eleven o'clock. Do you plan on lying in all day?"
"Hmm, good morning Mom," I groaned, stretching my stiff muscles. "Ouch. What did you do to me last night? I feel like I've been hit by a truck."
"
Moi?
I just went along for the ride, Sweetheart. Don't you remember playing the gallant knight, bringing me home on horseback?"
"Oh yeah, the piggyback ride. Not one of my better ideas, now that I think of it."
"Actually, Sweetheart, it was a wonderful idea. It got us home - and more. Remember?"
Oh yes, I remembered alright. How could I possibly forget last night? It had been a wonderful time - our first date, an evening spent together over a romantic and rather surprising meal, a sensual cab ride (could there be such a thing?), an unforgettable walk home...
I rolled over. "Hmm, I can't quite remember
all
of it but with a little help I'm sure it'll come back to me." I slipped my hand under the covers and found a bare breast.
She yelped. "My goodness, your hands are like ice! Brr! And say, that reminds me, I suppose I'm to thank you for relieving me of all my clothes last night?"
"It was the least I could do, Mom. You were soaked, chilled to the bone. I had only the best intentions in mind." I gave her my sweetest smile and kissed her, her neck, then her bare shoulder. I shifted a little, aiming lower.
She caught my chin and brought me up face to face. She laughed softly. "I'm sure you did, my Dear, just as you do now, hmm? Hon, as much as I'd love to stay in bed and enjoy the rest of the day with you, I think we took a big risk last night. I know your father told us he'd probably be away for the week but we both know how often his plans change. Coming home to find us together in his bed would not end well, would it? We need to be more careful. I promise you: I am here for you, I want to be with you. I simply can't risk losing what we have, all that we have together. You
do
realize what we're doing is against the law, don't you? If anyone ever found out... I hope you understand."
"I do, Mom. I didn't really stop to think about it. I guess I was just too tired after everything that happened. Actually, no. The truth is I didn't want it to end, I didn't want to leave you here, alone in a big, cold bed."
"I know, Darling. And I'm glad you stayed with me. You have no idea how heart-warming it was to wake up and see you here beside me this morning. I hope someday we can do that anytime we want but until then..."
I rolled onto my back and yawned. "I know you're right, Mom, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." I sat up and groped under the bed for my boxers. Yuck. They were stiff with cum and still damp from the rain. I gave up that idea and stood up, stark naked in front of my mother.
"What a beautiful young man you are, Bradley."
"Thanks, Mom, but
you're
the beautiful one here. There's no one like you." I knelt on the bed and kissed her, then gathered up my clothes.
"I'm heading for the shower."
"Take your time, Sweetheart. Let's let it be a lazy day today. I'll go down and make us some breakfast whenever you're ready."
...
It
was
a perfect day to be lazy -- cold, grey, with rain streaking the windows. We broke all the rules and spent the entire day indoors, I in a fresh pair of boxers and my ratty old favorite sweatshirt, Mom in her thick velour bathrobe. We huddled together on the couch in front of the library fireplace, drinking tea, reading books and magazines, listening to music - simply enjoying each other's company. Every couple of hours or so, one of us headed out for fresh supplies: another pot of tea, a snack or two, more logs for the fire. It was exactly the kind of day we needed, nothing but rest and relaxation, good old r&r. We hardly moved all day.
...
Night was falling, rain pelted the windows, wind swirling around the house. The fire crackled, keeping us warm. We were sitting at opposite ends of the couch, feet intertwined, reading. I looked up at her and smiled, remembering all those years ago sitting on this same couch with her, my head on her breasts. She saw me staring at her.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, just remembering something from a long time ago."
"Oh yes? Tell me."
"Well, seeing you here like this, it reminded me of way back when we got our first tv."
"And you were sitting beside me, rubbing your cheek all over my breasts?"
"You
remember
that?"
"Of course I remember. How could I forget?
"How did you know what I was up to?"
She winked. "Mothers know their sons much better than we let on. Besides, you weren't very subtle. Had I let it go on, you probably would have had my nipple in your mouth before too long. And it was getting me a little... warm, shall we say? There was no way I could let it continue any further."
"Wow. I had no idea."
"Darling, you were what, perhaps ten at the time?"
"Something like that. I guess it shows just how much I've always been attracted to you."
She smiled again. "Oh, I've known that for a long time. As I say, you weren't terribly subtle."
"What do you think, for old times' sake..."
