"It seems like just yesterday I was dropping you off for your first day of school and tomorrow I'm sending you off to college!" Sarah shook her head as she looked her son up and down, tears brimming in her eyes. "Your dad would be so proud of you. You've grown into such a wonderful young man."
Andrew smiled at his mother and put his arm around her shoulders. "Aw c'mon, mom, don't cry!" He wiped a tear from her cheek with his free hand, then wrapped that arm around her too and held her in a strong hug, resting his chin on the top of her head as her arms slid round his waist. "We've got tonight together, right?" He felt her nod. "So, what shall we do?" She shrugged and squeezed him in a hug of thanks as he kissed the top of her head.
Sarah stepped back, her hands on her son's hips, tilting her face to look up at him. He's really shot up this year, she thought to herself, smiling at him. And gotten so handsome, too. She moved one hand up to cup his cheek. "My goodness, Andy. You are going to break some hearts at college for sure!" She brushed the remnants of tears from her face as she turned away and headed into the kitchen. "I say we order some take-out, get into our pyjamas, and get a movie playing, what do you think?" She looked over her shoulder at him as she opened the drawer with the take-out menus in.
He watched her walk away, trying to quell the thoughts of what he would really like to do tonight... it was probably a good idea he was going away to college, really. His libido had been in overdrive this summer and, whenever he'd had a chance at some alone time to deal with it, his thoughts had turned increasingly to his mother.
She was so beautiful to him, with her curly, auburn hair that spilled over her shoulders and rested on the shelf of her soft breasts. Sure, her figure was a little fuller these days, and she had a slight belly, but it gave her those gorgeous rounded hips that swayed when she walked (almost like she was trying to entice him on purpose) and a beautiful bum atop thick thighs. He had imagined parting those thighs many times this summer, aching to discover the forbidden pussy nestled between them. And now he'd made himself horny!
"Well?" His mom was standing in the kitchen doorway, her head tilted to one side, a menu in each hand, looking at him like she was expecting an answer.
"What? Sorry..." he mumbled, hoping his pants weren't showing any signs of what he'd been thinking about.
"Pizza or Chinese?" Sarah asked again. "You're gonna need to pay more attention when people talk to you, college boy!" She smiled.
"Uh... Pizza" he chose, and stepped forward hurriedly to try and pluck the menu from her hand.
She moved the menu behind her back and waggled the one for their local chinese place in front of his face "You sure? You know you love their dumplings..."
He smiled and reached behind his mom's back to try and grab the Pizza menu "I really fancy carbs and cheese, mom" he answered as she tried to evade him.
"But... think of the noodles.... and the pork belly!" She wriggled away as he made another grab for the Pizza menu. "And those lovely little spring rolls with the dipping sauce.. mmm!" She licked her lips and raised one eyebrow at him.
"You want Chinese, don't you, mom?" He laughed, advancing on her as she edged away until the backs of her legs hit the side of the sofa and she let out a surprised yelp as she tumbled back over the arm, collapsing into giggles as she lay on the cushions, looking up at him. "Naw, you win," she conceded from her prone position. He laughed too, and looked her over, unable to ignore the fact that in this position the tops of her breasts in her tight pink top were brushing up against her chin. She pulled a face at him and made as if to hand him the menu but whipped it away again before he could grab it. "On one condition. Help your mother up first, will you?" She asked.
He moved to the end of the sofa, standing between her legs, looking down at her and logging this particular view in his memory for a later date. She put the menus on the back of the couch and reached out to him, his strong hands taking hers and pulling her up so they were chest to chest, her face so close to his... he was so like his father. Her heart skipped a beat as he exhaled and she felt his breath against her skin.
"Thank you, sweetheart" she said, softly, her hands still wrapped in his, her chest fluttering. Oh yes, she would be very sad to wave him off tomorrow. He'd been the only man in her life for so long now, the focus of her love and affection, even if some of her thoughts had been less than motherly at times... but, she thought, it was only natural that occasionally her mind might wander into forbidden territory. She'd never tell a soul, of course, or do anything about it, but she'd definitely thought about his manhood more than she should. She'd washed his sheets and underwear, she was under no illusion that he was grown up now, and she often wondered what he thought about when he pleasured himself.
Many times she'd hoped (foolishy, she thought) that the images he looked at, or videos he watched, contained women that looked a bit like her, but now, with her mature body pressed against his young form, she wondered, briefly, if he might feel the same.
"Any time, mom" he replied, equally softly, incredibly aware of the fact that he had her pinned to the side of the couch. He didn't step back, but she didn't seem to want him to, anyway. She inhaled shakily and looked up at him, her large, dark eyes taking in his features.
"We should order..." she murmured, but made no move to extricate herself from his grasp, and her eyes darted to his mouth then back up to meet his gaze. She cleared her throat. "Do you know what you want?"
Andrew nodded slowly and relaxed his grip on his mother's hands, spell broken. He thought he'd sensed something, but... perhaps his teen imagination was running away with him. "Yeah," he took a half a step back, reluctant to break away, but she had been leaning against him and stumbled slightly as the support was removed. He tightened his hold on her hands again and laughed nervously. "You ok?"
"Yes. Yeah," she blushed and let out the breath she'd been holding. "I think I need a drink," she said quietly, squeezing his hands before releasing them and stepping sideways to go around him. Andy sighed quietly, looking down at his slightly bulging jeans, and shook his head.
Sarah walked to the kitchen, cursing herself internally for almost giving into temptation. She only needed to make it through tonight without making a spectacle of herself and then she'd be safe.
Andy grabbed the menus and followed his mom into the kitchen. He watched as she got a wine glass from the cupboard and when she bent to get a bottle of red from the rack under the counter he grabbed the bottle opener from the drawer.
"Want me to do that?" He asked, waving the corkscrew at her and crossing the distance between them in a couple of steps as she nodded her response.
"What will I do without you?" She mused, stroking his upper arm with her hand, feeling that little spark again.
"Well, let's see..." he began working the corkscrew into the bottle as he spoke to his mom. "You'll probably have to employ someone to open your wine bottles'" he teased, and Sarah nudged him playfully. "You'll have more space," he continued. "Less mess, spend way less on take out..." he finally pulled the cork out and his mom lifted her glass.
"But I'll miss you," Sarah said, looking lovingly at him and slipping her free hand around his waist. He filled her proffered glass then put the bottle on the counter as she leant her head against his chest.
"I'll miss you too, mom," he replied, his arm around her back, hand falling naturally to her hip. He squeezed gently, savouring the feel of her body against his, wishing he could just give in to his desires.
Sarah nodded quietly and took a mouthful of wine, then looked at the menus on the counter. "Ok." She snapped herself out of her thoughts and put her glass down beside the bottle. Looking at him she reached up to cup his face again. "We should order!" She rose up on tiptoe and went to place a kiss on Andy's cheek but he unexpectedly turned his face to hers and their lips met.
It was like an electric jolt for Sarah and her body began to respond in spite of her shame. She should have pulled back, she knew, but she lingered on the kiss, holding herself against her son, her nipples hardening, pussy moistening, until she felt his hand move to her face.
