A Warm House

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I was feeling a bit 'unnecessary' -- having just watched a Netflix film with a fair few raunchy scenes, it just reminded me of what I didn't have any more. Jason's dad was long gone, another woman's fanny apparently was better than mine, and Jason now nearing twenty and in his second year of university was a boy no more. I was pretty sure that he probably did alright for himself with the ladies. I had caught glimpses of him naked upstairs and he certainly seemed to do okay in the bedroom equipment department. I pretty much assumed that he had seen me naked too, not that I engineered that to happen, but well, in a small one bathroom house, glimpses will occur.

I sighed. It had been a while since I had dallied with a man, actually several years and my Battery Operated Boy, or BOB for short, just didn't really work for me anymore. It had a suction cup on the base, and I had tried sticking it to the floor and crouching over it and sticking it to the tiles on the bathroom wall and backing onto it, and that cut no mustard either. It just did nothing, it was me that did it all, there were no unexpected manoeuvres in the fanny department.

Working from home didn't really help. I found myself at home six days a week, just a full working day in the office, one day per week. The office was mostly women and whilst it made caring for loved ones at home a lot easier, it didn't give me a lot of conversation options, and if I am honest, which I usually am, there wasn't really any good male totty in the office that I would even consider enticing to my boudoir. No, life was barren right now.

The house was new, Jason and I had moved into a new low-cost housing unit in Allerton last year, it was so much cheaper to heat than our old place being so well insulated. Accordingly, I tended to simply wear a full length slip at home. There are, dare I admit, days I wore nothing all day but my slip and a pair of knickers. I would spend hours sat on the settee with my company laptop on my lap, and often Jason would sit opposite, his headphones in as he either did university work or just played online games. Being warm in our new house, he often just wore boxer shorts. I did my best not to notice the prominent bulges and made sure that the most he would see of me was a glimpse of my knickers.

"Mum," Jason said as we sat in the lounge on our respective laptops.

"What baby," I replied taking my attention away from an especially tricky spreadsheet and looking at him.

"Let's go out."

"What, go for a walk?"

"No out, you know. Go up town, get the bus so we don't have to worry about parking or drinking, and then we can get a taxi back. Let's see what we can find, just get out and do something different."

"Oh. I suppose, but wouldn't you rather do that with a girlfriend, someone your own age, not your old mum?"

"No. They are all vapid and have no sensible ideas, it is all about simply getting pissed. Not interested in them, I prefer the company of a mature woman, not a stupid and silly girl."

"Oh. Okay then, when?"

"Tomorrow night, it's Friday Night and places should be open. It may be a disaster and we could just end up sitting alone in the corner of a pub drinking cider and then getting a kebab and going home."

"True, but it could be fun, let's do it. We can get the bus by the Health Centre."

"Good."

I turned my attention back to my spreadsheet and suddenly was a little more self-conscious about my clothes, could he see my knickers? God I hoped not, I hoped I was decent. This would be just going to town and trying to have some fun, I was his mum, this was not a date. Regardless, I would get some slap on when we went out.

That night my head was full of clubbing dreams, I woke up with Insomnia, the song by Faithless, banging through my brain. It used to be huge, I bet the kids of today won't even know it. I went down and put the kettle on, a simple robe covering my modesty. Jason was, of course, still in bed. I looked across at the clock, quarter past seven, oh well, might as well get the day started.

I had two Weetabix and a cup of tea. I don't know why but my throat was dry and my head ached, God, I hoped I wasn't coming down with something. At least it was the end of the week. I usually went into the office for a half day on Fridays, middle half of the day, after the traffic died down in the morning and before it started up in the afternoon.

I sat and drained the last of my tea and decided I ought to get the day started. I went up and turned the shower on. I was just standing there letting the water cascade down my back when the door opened and Jason burst in.

"Sorry mum, I just got to go," he said as he stood naked in front of the toilet. Well, at least it wasn't a poo.

The shower door is see through glass. I could see him clearly, his dick letting forth a stream of urine, his buttocks twitching as he peed. When he finished he wiggled his dick and then pulled and released his foreskin a few times to let out the last drops. He turned facing me, his dick was semi hard and not hanging down. He looked through the shower screen, his eyes taking in my boobs and then lingering on my fanny before he moved away, leaving the door open behind him.

The water was streaming over my head and I realised I hadn't moved since Jason came in. I tried to blink away the water and then shook my head, to both clear the water and to clear my mind. I hadn't really noticed his dick before. I had seen it, of course, impossible not to when you share a small house and only one bathroom, but I hadn't noticed it, if you know what I mean, and now I had. He was quite a man now, he would be able to give pleasure well enough, as long as he knew how to use what he had.

I took the shower head off its hook and ran it over my body, rinsing away the suds, finally I turned the shower upwards to clear my crotch, the fine needle spray hitting my clitoris causing me to gasp as pleasures shot through my body, enhanced perhaps by the sight of an engorging dick. I kept the water spraying at my clitoris, gasping, my knees felt weak and then my moment came, and I gasped out loudly and stumbled against the shower wall as an orgasm flowed through my body and momentarily took my strength from me.

Breathing heavily I stood upright and returned the shower head to its hook and turned the water off. Out of the shower I reached for a towel and realised that the door was open. Bloody hell Jason. I pushed the door to and dried myself before wrapping the towel around me and heading to my bedroom, firmly shutting the door behind me and sitting on the bed.

It was bad enough that Jason had seen me naked, but had he then watched me pleasure myself? Oh Lord, I hoped not. Some things need to be kept private. I brushed my hair, discarded the towel, rolled on antiperspirant and stepped into some clean knickers, settled my boobs into a bra and threw a dress on over the top.

Downstairs I put together a cheese and tomato sandwich, made a flask of cold squash and was about to leave for work when Jason appeared.

"Nice shower mum," he said, I hoped as a question not a statement.

"Well, it was until I got interrupted."

"Sorry, but I had to go."

"Maybe, but you didn't have to stay."

He just smiled all innocent, as if butter wouldn't melt and then had the cheek to wink.

"Don't forget tonight mum," he said as he rinsed and filled a glass with tap water.

"Oh, do you still want to do that?"

"Hell yes mum, definitely, it'll be brilliant."

I just smiled and tried to erase the image in my mind of him in the bathroom and headed off to work. I hated it in the office, I really struggled to concentrate. The girl at the desk behind me was talking to someone on her phone, presumably a friend.

"I have to go to the chemist and get a morning after."

There was a pause, and then she continued"

"No, he didn't use a bloody condom, and to make it worse he stuck it in my bum not my fanny."

I tried to tune out, why would she need a morning after pill if he hadn't shagged her in her fanny, and then my mind was distracted about being shagged in the bum. I never had, it never seemed normal to me, and then an image of Jason's hard dick sprang in my mind. I tried hard to get back into work and concentrate on the figures in front of me. I put my headphones on and tried to shut out the noises from the office. Time dragged. Eventually it was time to leave and get back home and get back to a semblance of what I called my normal life.

At home Jason was laying on the sofa wearing boxers, technically covering, but actually revealing, was that the same effect my knickers had? Hid but reveal. Perhaps I needed to be more careful around the house. But then I asked myself, if I can't wear what I want at home, where can I? I put the kettle on and made myself a mug of tea and went and sat on the single chair in the lounge, Jason seemed oblivious, his head lolling sideways facing me.

I opened my computer and started browsing the internet. I looked through the Shien website and there were few dresses I liked, but their idea of sizing was bizarre, very hit and miss as to whether clothes actually fitted. They were usually way too small. I am only a large 10 or a small 12, so the Chinese women must be miniscule. I saw nothing to tempt me and hit Reels instead, Lord there are some stupid people out there. Will humanity survive another hundred years I wondered, personally I doubted it.

Jason disturbed from his slumber, a hand rubbing his dick through his shorts, nice, not.

"Oh, hi mum, you're back, how was work?"

"Tolerable, some stupid girl talking about how she had to have unexpected anal sex last night and now needed a morning after pill."

"And you ask me why I don't go out with girls my own age."

"You have done though, and you have sex with them, you are surely not a virgin."

"No mum, I am not, but whilst it was physically satisfying, it certainly wasn't mentally satisfying. They are so dumb, not being funny but a sock and my hand gives me more satisfaction."

Well, that was an image I didn't want, and I would certainly be more careful with his socks in the laundry in future. I guess every mum knows that her son will masturbate, but we try not to think about it, and it a tad shocking for him to confirm it to your face.

"Oh, right, okay. Not any port in a storm then?"

"God no, I would rather ride the storm out."

"Shall we just have sandwiches for tea? We may eat later, but we will need something starchy in our stomachs if we are going drinking."

"Sounds good to me. What time bus are we catching?"

"The one just after six. They stop running around seven I think, so we will leave here about six and walk down to the Health Centre and get the next one that comes along. It is around forty minutes into town, so we will be in around seven, I hope that's not too early?"

"God no It's Friday, town will be full of people who go straight in from work, it'll be buzzing."

I went into the kitchen and buttered some bread, grated some cheese, chopped some onion and made up some cheese and onion sandwiches. They should keep us going until kebab time.

I went up and showered first and then went into my bedroom in my towel to dry myself and do my hair, leaving the bathroom free for Jason. I guess it took me about an hour, but finally I was ready. I wore my matching bra and knickers in powder blue from Boux Avenue, loved that set and wear them so rarely, they are too good for just around the house. Hold-Up nude coloured stockings with a seam up the rear that takes ages to get straight, and then my YSL Blue dress that finished halfway to my knees. Not short but then I am not a teenager.

Kitten heel blue pumps, we had a fair amount of walking to do, my white clutch bag with cash, credit card, door key and some tissues and half an hour in front of the mirror doing my make up. Blue for my eyes of course, think Agnetha from ABBA in the seventies and you get the idea. Nails I did with a French Polish. I was ready and looking hot, well, in my bedroom mirror I looked hot.

I went down and waited for Jason. He came down wearing a collarless white shirt and red chinos and white loafers. He looked good.

"Keep your wallet and phone in your front pockets baby," I said, a cautionary tale I had read in the local paper giving advice on protection from pick pockets. We walked down to the Health Centre and got there just as a bus was arriving, excellent, no hanging around.

About forty five minutes later we were in the town centre. Jason suggested starting off underground and led the way to Sunbridge Wells, somewhere I had gone in my teens, but had closed down and reopened since then. I knew where it was, but not what it was like. We headed off through the mess of town centre roadworks and about ten minutes later we were there. Heading inside we followed our ears to find a busy bar, Wallers I think it was, there were several and not all had obvious names.

Jason got us some drinks and I grabbed us a couple of stools by the wall. It was quite busy, and the noise assaulted your ears but in a good way. Jason came back, a beer for him and a VAT for me. That's vodka and tonic for the uninitiated, I found over the years that of all the spirits, vodka affects me the least, all though I do prefer a rum and coke.

"How would you pick up a girl in a place like this baby?" I asked him, be good to know these things.

"Oh I don't know Lucy," I had told him on the bus to call me by my name, not mum. He would look a bit daft taking his mum out on a Friday night, "I guess I would try and make eye contact."

"Why, is that important Jason?"

"Heck yes Lucy, If you can't look a girl in the eye then you are really going to get nowhere."

"Okay, I accept that, and then what?"

"Well, as much as I would want to, do not mentally undress her. Girls know when you do that and they find it annoying, even though every man does it when he can."

"Why? What on earth do you achieve doing that, she still won't know what she looks like naked."

"No, until you see her naked, and then you can compare reality with imagination."

I really had no idea how a youngster's mind worked, this was an education. Jason was looking around the bar, there were not that many prospects, and anyway, he was already with someone, me, so his chances of success were poor.

He had finished his drink so I went to the bar and bought some more and went back.

"And how would a woman show she is interested in a guy?" I asked him.

"Pretty much the same way, eye contact. She would rarely let her eyes roam below his chest."

"Cool, and can you tell much by how a woman dresses, say if her dress is ultra short, or her cleavage is prominent."

"No Lucy, not really on their clothing, but more how she acts."

I looked around the room, there was a woman wearing a slinky dress that showed cleavage and a lot of thigh. "What about her?" I asked Jason, "assess her for me."

"Oh her, she's a time waster."

"What do you mean?"

"She's all show, she's looking to get men to buy her drinks all evening. The only luck you'll have with her is if she gets too pissed to say no, and then she'll probably throw up. There are girls like her in every town and most guys, unless all they want is a quick shag in the bins alley, will avoid them."

"Okay, show me a prospect."

He looked around the room and then said, "there that woman in the blue dress in the bar mirror."

I looked around and could see no one except me. "I can't see anyone."

"No, oh well, perhaps a little later you will spot her." He went up to the bar and got some more drinks, I was getting a little tipsy to be honest. There were a few groups of lads, but they all looked to be just drinkers, I could see no one eyeing up the ladies, no one to make eye contact with, and then Jason returned with our drinks.

"Here you go Lucy. Talent in here is a bit limited."

"Perhaps it's early?"

"It may be, perhaps we'll try the Vaults next and see if that is a bit livelier."

"Maybe, or maybe we just try one of the other bars with some music?"

"Can do. You wait here and I'll go and have a scout."

He had been gone about four minutes when a young guy came over.

"Hello. Not seen you in here before." He said, his accent broad and to be honest he looked younger than Jason.

"No? I wonder why that would be," I answered.

"I saw you from over there," he pointed to the darker far end of the bar, "you seem alone, and that seemed a shame. Can I get you a drink?"

"I seem alone, I see. Sometimes appearances can be deceiving" I said as I took a sip from my drink, "and it appears I already have a drink."

He was about to say something when Jason returned. "Alright Lucy, heck of a queue." He looked at my new friend who wished me a good evening and left.

"Go you Lucy," said Jason, "getting picked up in a city centre bar on a Friday night."

I simply smiled. "What news from elsewhere?" I asked.

"Everywhere is much the same as this. This a bar round the corner with a DJ who is playing awful music, like nineties dance music, and a bar upstairs playing jazz."

"Right then, the DJ it is then and you can go and request me a tune."

"You are mad. Off we go."

Going was actually not as easy as expected. Not only was the bar now very crowded, but my legs seemed to be struggling to work. I leant on Jason for support and we managed to make it to the other bar. No seats, of course, but we found a wall with a shelf to lean against. I told Jason to request Insomnia from the DJ and then to get some drinks.

I was not approached whilst Jason was way, and I was regaled by 'Pump up the jam', I was singing 'pump it up, pump it up', as I waited for my drink. Jason returned and laughed as he passed me my drink. 'Everybody Dance Now' came across and I started jigging. Good tunes. This place was alive. Two stools became available and Jason went and grabbed them, sitting seemed so much easier, my legs seemed to be malfunctioning.

It was about twenty minutes and two drinks later that I heard those fantastic words:

'And here we are

Half past three in the morning

I can't get no sleep'

Oh my, Insomnia. I was belting out the words and standing, you can't be sitting when the beat hits. It seems a few others liked this song too and there was a general sing along, Jason just sat laughing.

The evening wore on, no one else tried to pick me up and we decided to go for a kebab, stumbling out of the Sunbridge we headed around a few corners to where there were food outlets. I leant against a window as Jason went in and ordered us some pitta kebabs with salad, "you need salad otherwise it is fattening", I told him as he went in. He was gone for some time and I may have been dozing as I leant against the window. When he came out we walked up the road, our arms linked, I wasn't sure I could walk without him. We found an empty bench and sat leaning against each other and ate our kebabs. To be honest they tasted way better than they probably were, but we didn't care.

We realised that we were sat by the taxi rank, so Jason suggested we call it a night and get a cab. Seemed fair enough, I was quite drunk by now.

We wandered to the head of the rank and tapped on the cab, the driver got out and opened the door and we kind of stumbled and fell in. My legs were all over the place and Jason fell on me as he got in, his one hand squashing my boob, his other jammed into my crotch.

He managed to adjust himself and we both sat leaning against each other in the car, Jason turned to me and spoke.