Lockdown had been difficult for Adam Jameson, or about at difficult as things could be for an unemployed 18-year-old living with his parents. Months had passed now without him being able to see his friends or even leave the house, and most of his days now were spent just staring at his phone.
Usually this might not bother him too much as he would find other ways of entertaining himself. For example, he knew that the surround sound system in the lounge room lent itself to a truly immersive experience when watching his favourite kinds of videos, but the problem was his mother had become housebound as well, so this hadn't been an option for months. Adam felt as though he never had a moment to himself anymore, and he was beginning to feel restless.
So here he sat in the lounge room on one end of the large sofa, eyes glued to the small screen in his hands, completely and utterly bored.
Adam's mother, Susan, was feeling equally stifled. She wasn't used to being stuck at home any more than her son and was left trying to entertain herself as best she could. She would often potter around slowly doing housework or mindlessly staring at her laptop, barely taking in dreary article after dreary article which did little to make her feel less miserable about the whole situation.
She dearly missed her husband during the day, craving someone to talk to besides her son, but Dr. Jameson was a busy man nowadays. He worked long hours at the various hospitals and clinics around town, sometimes not coming home for days at a time. And for what brief stints he was home he was tired and irritable, and not particularly good company. Susan loved him very much, and was very supportive of her husband's important work, but it didn't make her feel any less lonely.
Her only constant companion was Adam, and he showed no interest in spending any more time with her than he had to. Typical teenager.
Susan sighed, closing the laptop which was sitting on the kitchen bench and wondered what she could do. The house was spotless, the fridge fully stocked, and she could hear the washing machine whirring away in the laundry. It was barely 11am and already there was nothing to do. Giving up on wondering about the real world she decided she might as well try a fictional world instead. So she made a cup of tea, planted herself on the sofa, and opened up a book.
Adam hardly noticed his mother take across from him. His mind was a million miles away, annoyed that his summer was being wasted away here instead of at the beach as he and his friends had planned. He scrolled through photos of last year's trip and remembered fondly sitting on the warm sand, he remembered the sound of the waves crashing to shore, the feeling of the sun on his skin, the sight of Milly Preston's breasts as they struggled to escape her orange bikini top, which was at least two sizes too small. . . Adam smiled at this memory and felt a stirring in his body.
When he looked up and saw his mom sitting in the sun on the other end of the long white couch his heart sank. Any ideas he might have had at enjoying himself in the late morning sun had vanished. Despondently his attention turned back to his phone, but his arousal was annoyingly persistent.
Susan had started rereading an old favourite of hers from years ago, and she was slightly taken aback. She'd forgotten just how smutty it was. The book took great delight in describing sex scenes in detail:
'Ella moaned as Jon's fingers ran through her hair, gripping a handful and pulling lightly. She bit her lip in glee. An electric shock shot through her and she let out a sharp gasp. Jon's fingers had found their way between her legs and he was expertly tickling her.'
Susan squirmed in her seat, feeling vicariously Ella's arousal. She closed her eyes and visualised the man's hand stimulating her, his lips kissing and nibbling her neck. She imagined reaching down to feel how hard he was, needing to know if he was as turned on as she was. Her hand wrapped around his thick cock; it was harder than she ever could have believed. A great heat was rising in her as she began to run her hand along his. . .
Susan opened her eyes, remembering her son in the room just a few feet away. Clearly she was getting worked up. It had been a very long time since she'd had sex and it must have been affecting her. She needed to calm down, she couldn't have her son see her like this.
She shifted in her seat again, attempting to compose herself, chanced a look over at Adam to make sure he hadn't noticed anything, and returned to the page she was on.
But wait! With a start she looked back up at her son lounging on the couch and saw what she thought was. . . no, surely not. But it was! Adam had an erection! Susan pulled the book up to her face, blocking her view. Her heart was racing and she stifled a nervous giggle. She had to laugh, she couldn't help it, she accidentally caught her son with a hard-on. She knew she shouldn't look, but felt as though she had to take one last peek, just to be completely sure she hadn't imagined it.
Susan lowered the book and turned her eyes to Adam's crotch once more. He sat with his legs spread wide, one foot up on the couch and the other resting lazily on the floor. This wide stance pulled the fabric of his pants tight and she could clearly make out his hardness outlined against them. There was no denying it, Adam was very much aroused by something.
