Hyper
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"Mom, how would you like to spend an hour or a couple of hours in bed this afternoon? We can hold each other and relax and enjoy the feelings."
"What! Where did that come from?"
"I was thinking you might like to take a break and find something else to occupy your time. Being isolated can be a drag after a while with the same old thing day in and day out. Holding each other in bed isn't much different than doing it standing up. I mean from hugging standing up. I didn't mean to say it that way. I don't see anything wrong with a little companionship that happens to generate some nice feelings. I've been thinking about it so I thought I would ask."
"Well, I appreciate the concern but I don't think we should do that. Hugging in the mornings and evenings seems ok. I enjoy those. Are you doing ok? You're not getting hyper with this are you?"
"No, not me. If I was I would probably suggest we spend some time in bed holding each other and relaxing with the feelings it generates. For both of us. I'm content with hugging twice a day like you are. I appreciate it. If you want, maybe we could hug a little more vigorously and closer and longer. I'm just trying to keep you healthy with some personal distractions."
"The suggestions are distracting me. Thanks for thinking of me Jerry. That was a surprise. Maybe I haven't given enough thought to your needs. I'm not being stingy am I? Do you need more attention?"
"Not at all. I'm good. I like not having to put up with all that out there. Being mostly separated from the rest of society isn't all that bed. I mean bad. I think that was a Freudian slip. Nope, I'm fine. Gotta go, oodles to do. My computer waits."
In bed together. That was new. I wondered if he was serious or just teasing me. With Jerry sometimes I couldn't tell. He's been isolated like I have except for a few trips for essentials and he's always very careful. Along about bed time we usually hugged and went to bed. At first it was a hug around the shoulders and me on his waist and a peck on my forehead. After a couple of weeks it was me around his neck and him around my waist and a slight hip touch and off to bed. Lately it's been a quick kiss on the lips and a non-sexual body press and a two or three second kisses on the lips. Lips not open and nothing to do with tongues. That would be a big surprise if he did that.
I liked it but he's my son and I was going to let him give me only so much and that was it. I'm not going there with my son. He's almost 19 and no doubt knows how to get his own satisfaction like I do. That will have to do, but he does seem more hyper and he did say vigorously and closer and longer. I could go along with some of that to help him out. I'm not a monster after all, just his mom. With today's generation I wasn't sure he had a line to cross but with my generation there certainly was one.
Getting turned was ok as long as you didn't do too much about it. Maybe that's what he meant about being in bed. In the afternoon no less. I've already had on a thin shifting gown and nothing on underneath when he kissed my forehead and quick hugged me before bed. The lights were always out when we goodnighted each other except for the night lights in the wall receptacles and they reflected off the floor so it was mostly dim and that invited some pity patty.
I suppose I could let him get as hyper as he wanted as long as he didn't get serious about it. That was not likely because he's so pleasant to be around I didn't think he could turn overly serious if he got really hyper. He's just too good natured to worry about that happening. Also I could wear my thicker gown. It wasn't a winter gown it was just thicker and it went down below my knees. Kissing. Now, I like a good manly kiss now and then and I'm not that opposed to getting it from Jerry.
A nice closer, longer, kiss might be a good thing for him. Vigorous would be good for him too but I don't know about being vigorous with him. That reeks of body parts rubbing all over the place. I'm not necessarily opposed to that but with my son, I think not. Ray, bless his soul, would turn over in his grave. More than that he would probably come down and watch, wondering what got into us. And we shouldn't do any of that near my bedroom. In the den or at the foot of the stairs would be best.
I showered and put on my gown. I would change to my normal gown when I got back to my bedroom and get fully dressed in the morning before going in the kitchen. I usually watched some of the shows in the evening then some of the 10:00 news then we said goodnight and off to our separate beds. Jerry and I got along exceptionally well. We get each other things and helped each other out in different stuff all the time. He was a great house person.
He always wore the same kind of clothes in the evenings, some kind of shorts and a throw on pullover and neat slippers that didn't like he just got of bed and was going to the bathroom. Mine didn't either. We searched and searched several years ago to find them and they were so comfortable we bought another pair for each of us, different colors. I think he was waiting for me. I put all my stuff away and turned out my light and he did too.
We dropped our glasses and dishes off in the kitchen and went around to a small round area which led to my bedroom and the stairs up to his. The dim night lights were spaced here and there all over the house so we could see where we were going.
"I remember what you said, closer and longer. I'm not sure about vigorous. Be careful letting me find out what vigorous means. I'm not going to give you my virginity over vigorous."