At dinner we said nothing about the earlier events. I was dressed in my skirt, cami knickers, and a patterned blouse that was most definitely not sheer. I was decent. Jack wore a T shirt and joggers. I had done meatballs and spaghetti for tea, an innocent enough meal I thought. Perhaps I should have cooked elephant, there was a big enough one in the room.
I looked across at Jack as he ate, in fairness, he was a hell of an attractive young man, but he was my son and as such, there were 'things' that should not happen, should not have happened. He speared a meatball and slowly brought it to his mouth, wrapped his lips around it and sucked it as it sat speared on the fork. Did he think that this was suggestive? Well, if he did, then yes it was. In my mind's eye I imagined his lips on my nipple as if it were the meatball. Oh shit, this was ridiculous. My nipples hardened and I felt them brushing against my blouse. Jack would surely see them, know my arousal.
I felt a mild discomfort between my legs and knew that I was wet, very wet, my knickers would have to go into the wash, and I would probably have a tell-tale dark spot on my skirt right where I had sat on it. Was he hard I wondered, well, of course he was. He was young, and young men were, as I recalled from my teens, pretty much hard all the time. As he sucked on the meatball my mind went back to earlier, the feeling of his penis as he had me, stretched me, plumbed my depth and gave me the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Could I reject that, could I stop it happening again?
After dinner I rinsed the plates and stacked them in the dishwasher, conscious of Jack looking at me as I bent forward to put the plates on the lower rack. Was there a wet spot on my skirt? I was sure that there would be, and I felt the flush grow and reach down to my crotch. My wet crotch.
"I'll grab some wine mum, and we can watch a film."
"Okay sweetheart," I replied, determined to keep my wits about me, I intended to only sip at the wine. "What are we going to watch?"
"How does Black Widow sound?"
"Okay." I was not a real fan of the super hero films, always too much fighting. I had expected him to pick something with a lot of sex in it, and that would have been okay with me, I never really got turned on by watching people have sex in films or have TV, same with pornography. My brain just dismissed it as false. Hearing the couple next door having loud sex, as I sometimes did, or hearing Jack masturbate, were other matters entirely, that did arouse me.
Finished in the kitchen, I went and sat on the sofa. There was a glass of white on the side table ready. "Thanks Jack," I said as I picked it up and took a sip. Jack was getting the film ready, skipping through the adverts and preamble. I wondered if they irritated everyone else as much as they did us?
Jack shuffled along the sofa to be closer to me and took a draught of his wine. It wasn't a sip, it was almost the whole glass full. "Come on mum, the wine will go off leaving it open like that," he laughed and settled back, resting his shoulder against mine.
I sat watching the TV with little interest, the lead actress was attractive enough I supposed, but I had never really been attracted to women. There had been a few girls at university that had expressed an interest in me, but it had never been reciprocated. I much preferred a penis in my mouth than the idea of my tongue running over some girl's vulva. It didn't bother me in the slightest that girls might like to, I just didn't want to.
As the film progressed and the fighting scenes became more frequent, I let my mind roam back to the days of exploration in my teens. I was aware than Jack had his hand on my leg, more my thigh to be honest, but I just ignored it. My mind drifted back to my teens and I remembered the first time I discovered that straight boys also liked their backside being played with, and how those that did had always made sure that they were scrupulously clean.
I remembered unintentionally running my tongue back from my then boyfriend Tim's scrotum to the area between his balls and his anus and how he had almost climaxed on the spot. I discovered that a tongue dabbing and pressing at his anus gave me a power over the boy that nothing else would equal.
When I first went with Bill and gave him my 'special' treatment he then became the only man I ever went with. His pleasure at my hands was more than he had ever experienced, and determined to be my equal, he learned how to repay me, to use is tongue and bring me to multiple orgasms, often holding me on the edge until I was about to explode, before releasing me into the biggest moment I had ever experience. It had been a revelation having my backside licked and sucked, who would have known girls liked it too?
The film was carrying on and I realised as I came back to the present that Jack had his hand rather high, he was grazing my vulva, almost as if my accident but I doubted that was the case. I was determined to do nothing to encourage him, but I could not help the little gasps that escaped when the contacts became more pressing. In trying to ignore Jack and his behaviour my mind went back to memories of Bill.
