I apologize to all of those that I'd left hanging at the end of chapter three. Also, thank you for those folks who pointed out some obvious errors in the earlier version of Chapter 4. Hopefully, my Typos are fixed now!
Please note that I will probably take a break (a few months?) before continuing with this series. I have a lot of ideas on where it will go, and I had purposely left some loose ends that hint at the directions it will head later- but I need to take some time for other things for a while.
I do appreciate all your kind comments and letters! In good time, the adventures of 'Julia' will continue!
And now, back to our story:
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James was sitting on his bed, waiting for his mother. He didn't know why his mom had asked for him to wait here like this, but he was doing as he'd been told.
"After your shower tonight, James" Julia had said while they shared dinner "please expect me. I'd like to talk with you about something before you go to sleep." Her tone did not encourage discussion. He remembered the look she gave him, and James wondered whether he was in trouble about something.
Sitting there waiting, James lingered on memories of climbing into his mother's bed as a child. Unlike so many children, this habit continued even as he got older. Even though he was just a kid, James knew that the best times to slip in next to his mom were when his father was away on business- which was often, and for weeks at a time. But his mother had cut him off cold about two years back just as he was entering puberty, telling him that they "couldn't do that anymore". It was little wonder that James' masturbatory fantasies since then had been so centered on older women.
"Good evening, James." Julia entered her son's room a minute after she heard the shower stop running. James, having just dried himself off, hadn't even had time to put on pajamas. He sat on the bed, wrapped only in his towel.
Julia was not dressed in sweats and a t-shirt tonight. While her son was in the shower, she had been getting ready for their meeting. Julia had applied eyeliner, lipstick, and a touch of perfume. She'd also fastened her hair back to expose her long, slim neck. She was wearing a light silk wrap that ended a few inches above the knee. In the dim light thrown by the lamp on the dresser, the only thing James could be sure of was that, besides her robe, his mother was wearing stockings and heels. So she was taller than usual, and her calves and ankles flexed provocatively as she walked across the room.
Julia stood in front of James as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Thank you, James, for making time for us to talk tonight. I appreciate you setting aside a few minutes."
"Sure, Mom." James was still wondering what his Mother wanted.
Julia sat next to her son on his bed. In the momentary silence that followed, she looked at her son with an appraising eye. He might be eighteen, but James was still so youthful that most women would take him for more like fifteen. He was not yet shaving regularly, for instance. His voice was deepening, but still had a ways to go. For Julia, all this added up to a hot tingle at her clit. Her son was almost certainly a virgin.
Julia smiled comfortingly at her son. "I need to ask you about something that I think has been on your mind, James."
"Yeah?" James looked at her. From this angle, he could just see where Julia's robe folded, could make out the deep space between his mother's breasts
Julia noticed, and adjusted her position slightly to give James a better look. "Son, let me ask you something—" Julia hesitated. "Do you miss climbing in my bed and sleeping next to me like we used to do so much?"
James blushed and looked away. "Well, yeah. I guess I do."
"I miss it too, you know." Julia shifted sideways on the bed, her tits just hidden under the robe. "I remember how, when your father was away, you would come to me in the middle of the night and we would keep each other warm. It was fun when you were just a boy, James, but things have- have been changing, haven't they?"
"I- I guess, Mom."
"You're becoming an adult man, aren't you, son?"
"Yeah- yeah, I guess, Mom..."
"And that's why I thought it best to not sleep in the same bed..." Julia smiled. "Because you're masturbating now, aren't you, little James?" He pulled back, a little shocked. "It's OK- you can be candid with Mommy."
James shrugged. "Yeah, sometimes..."
"It's perfectly normal, you know." Julia moved closer to him. "To touch yourself. You know that- right, son?"
"I guess."
"You probably use magazines- adult magazines- to help you get more excited- right?"
James's blush grew brighter, and Julia noticed something awakening under the towel. She leaned close, whispered in her son's ear. "That's perfectly normal, too. All the boys do it, you know."
Just then, James glanced down, got a great shot of Julia's deep cleavage under her robe. He inhaled his mother's perfume, and couldn't stop his cock from swelling and growing a bit more. James hoped he could distract himself and maybe get it smaller again, but that wasn't likely. His Mother had other plans.
"Can I ask a question, James?" Julia sat back again, so James could look at her. "How many times a day do you- take care of yourself, lately?"
James mumbled "Four or five."
"Do you ejaculate every time?" James silently nodded in the affirmative.
"I appreciate you sharing with me, James." Julia smiled at him. "I know it's probably scary to tell me such private things."
James shrugged, stole another glance down at her tits. "It's OK, I guess."
Julia noticed, sat up a little straighter. "Have you tried using—you know—lubricant-- when you play with yourself, James?"
