Thank you all for the feedback for my last chapter.
I did set up a virtual game for the word scrabble using a spreadsheet. So it was nice of some to observe the reality of the game. I wanted a bit of realism to it. Actually I have developed a lot of games on those lines.
I realise that some of you are getting impatient (even annoyed) at the pace of the story. I started writing this story to create something beautiful, and hopefully realistic. So it needs its due time to develop.
Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter. I had to take time to develop the story. Hope the wait was worth it. I would like to hear from women about their comments on the story and how it is developing.
As usual, please read the chapters in series in chronological order if you have stumbled on this one first.
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Things took a turn after the game. But I didn't know they would turn for the best.
She stopped being touchy-feely. She would initiate it very rarely. But if I did touch her, she responded with sensual compliance. She succumbed to my every move and responded to me with feminine subtlety. She still continued wearing her 'turn-on' clothes. So I had to react at times to calm myself down.
Sometimes in the kitchen I used to hug her from the back, and stay that way for long time. We used to continue talking while she worked. I used to place my chin on her shoulder. At times I used to press my cheek on her cheek, while hugging her from the back. Those were the times that were particularly 'hot'. With all the moving and shifting while she worked, her bum used to rub and press on my pelvis getting me hard. Sometimes, I used to gently press my pelvis on her bum to see her reaction. Sometimes she used to 'ignore it' and carry on working as though she had not noticed it. At other times, she used to respond by a lot of subtle ways – caressing my hand, or my cheek, or simply pressing her bum on my pelvis to experience my pleasure. It was not what she did in her response, but the gentle and subtle manner in which she did it that was more sensual than the response itself. Without being obvious, it was a gentle hint of encouragement.
Every time I was close to her, I could smell her wonderful fragrance. I loved playing with her hair and she loved it too. So we used to sit in front of the TV for long times and I did her hair. Her hair was long, past the shoulders and I loved it.
For a few weeks, mom woke up late for weekends. I had taken that opportunity to cook her some nice hot morning breakfast. The third time, she said, "I miss you in the morning if I wake up early so I was sleeping late. If you are going to wake up earlier, I will wake up early too."
"Why didn't you wake me then?"
"I don't like to. I like to see you take rest at least during the weekends."
"I like to serve you your favourite breakfast in bed." I smiled.
"I would rather spend time with you." She smiled.
"Tell you what. For the next time, if I am asleep and you miss me, you can always crawl into the bed and lie with me. How about that?"
"I had thought about that but then I didn't want to wake you up."
"What better way to wake up than next to you?" I smiled at her.
"That sounds nice. I will do that. You can do that too. That way I know how much you miss me." She smiled with wide eyes.
"I will". I smiled back. "Next time you can have me for breakfast."
"Oh don't even go there." She giggled.
After that conversation, I slipped into her bed on one occasion when she was still asleep. I lay next to her under the sheet and held her from the back and spooned her.
"I could never wake up if we did this", she purred.
"You don't have to", I replied cuddling her in my arms.
"This is some breakfast."
"I knew you would like it. When do I get some?"
"Whenever you sleep late."
"What about at other times?" I asked. "Do we have to have only breakfast?"
"Not at all. What do you have in mind?" she gently turned around and looked at me deep in the eyes.
I wasn't sure if I should have said what I said then, but I think it was good enough for her.
"Since you have said you like being spooned, I was thinking we could to do that at times when we sleep at night. Like during weekends when we don't have to get up early."
"I would love that. It is always nice to feel you close to me."
She turned around and pushed herself in my hug. I hugged her gently, being aware of the sheer thinness of clothes that were keeping our touches at bay.
During the next few months we took turns slipping under the sheet in each other's beds. More so, mom came over a little more than I went to her – primarily because I slept till late more than she did. Or may be it was her way to get close to me. Because at times, she used to slip into my bed at about 6am in the morning – too early for me to call that wake up time on a weekend. And then she would sleep till late in my bed with me, so I had to lie in the bed with her till she woke up. Well, it wasn't that I HAD to. I liked her presence next to me in my bed. I used to be hard during those times of the day in particular and having her lie next to me would fuel any remaining desires.
When she spooned me, she usually held me on my chest and pressed her breasts on my back. Her one leg used to slip in between my legs and I used to feel her tender warm touch all over my body. When she occasionally stroked my bare chest from underneath the t-shirt, it would send chills down my spin because I would get me so hard.
Spooning her would be more disastrous. Her nightdress used to crawl up her hips at times and I would get to feel her thighs on mine. Her bum would press on my pelvis sending my prick to stand up hard. My only option to hold her in the front would be to hug her on her tummy. But she would encourage me to hold her on her bust by pulling my hand across with her hand. She had stopped wearing bras when she slept. So I could feel the tenderness of her boobs on my hand like a soft butter through her top. Her shoulders would entice me to plant a few kisses randomly when her fragrance would get too much to bear. Her panties were getting to be thinner and shorter with the cuts getting deeper and higher on the bum. I was dreading the time when she would think of wearing thongs.
During the summer, something happened that turned our lives around a corner.
For a whole week, the temperatures soared and the heat was unbearable. When we used to get home, we would take cold showers to cool us and then I dressed only in my shorts with nothing on the top. This happened two days consecutively.
"I feel so hot. This heat is killing me." My mom sighed once when she came back from work.
"Why don't you dress light?" I added innocently.
She looked at me for a moment. "You won't mind?"
I looked at her with a serious face. "Someone is forgetting their promise. Nothing should embarrass either of us right?"
"Thank you my love. I know I can be relaxed around you. I was just checking."
"You shouldn't have to." I said with a straight face.
"Give me a kiss." She beckoned me to come close.
I kissed her on the lip and hugged her to reassure her.
