If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.
It's a slow moving and gentle story.
It's an easy and light read.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
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I awakened next morning at 9am, showered and went down for breakfast. Mom was fully dressed, sitting at the table reading the paper and drinking coffee.
"Good morning mom."
"Good morning sweetie."
"Sleep OK?" I asked.
"So so. You?"
"I think I did."
We never spoke while I ate my breakfast. Things had definitely changed and not in a good way I feared. I'm guessing that the fun we'd been having over the past few weeks was now over and it was back to the mundane reality of everyday life. That thought saddened me deeply. It wasn't going to be the lack of the intimacy we'd been having lately that I was going to miss most, though I'd be lying if I thought I wouldn't miss it. It was going to be freedom of the nudity and the relaxed and happy mother that I was going to miss, as well as her new exhibitionist streak, no pun intended.
With breakfast finished, I refilled her coffee and poured myself one. She continued reading the paper and I could feel the elephant in the room.
"I've work I need to catch up on mom, so, if you don't mind I'll be spending most of today in my room."
"That's fine sweetie. College work must come first," she said rather flatly.
The spark of life that had been in her eyes lately had dimmed. I was hoping, for her sake, it wouldn't go out. I went to my room with a heavy heart and got started on my work.
A few hours later mom brought me sandwiches and coffee and told me she was going for a walk. She was not in any of her usual walking outfits. No-one would be seeing anything today. I heard the front door close and her drive off in the car. I had thought about looking at the recordings again, but somehow I hadn't got the heart.
The first I knew mom was home again, was when she knocked on my door and asked if she could come in.
"How was your walk?" I asked as cheerfully as I could.
"It was pleasant. It's a nice day out."
"That's good." Then I was stumped for what to say next.
"Did you get much work done?" asked mom yet again rescuing the situation.
"Yes," I smiled. "The coursework is all completed and I'm now organising the revision for the exams."
"A heavy slog then."
"Yes, but it'll soon be over and then it'll be 'get ready for the summer'," I smiled again, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"Hungry?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied only just realizing that I was feeling peckish.
"Want the lasagne I bought yesterday whenever we were in the store?"
"Sounds good to me," I said and wondered if it brought back the exhibition she put on for the old guy. Was she now regretting it? Or was she regretting having to leave that new world behind?
"I'll call you when it's ready," she said sadly.
Half-an-hour later I decided to take a break and went down to the kitchen to see if I could help with dinner. Mom was sitting at the table reading the paper again.
"Need any help mom?"
"Oh hi sweetie. No everything's in hand. Just waiting for the oven timer to go. How's your work?"
"It's ok. Slowly getting there."
Silence again.
"Are you OK mom? You seem pre-occupied and a bit flat."
"I'm fine sweetie," she said forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
I decided not to push the issue and wait to see if an opportunity arose to help me ask again.
The oven timer went and I filled glasses with water from the fridge while mom served the lasagne with garlic bread and side salad. We ate in silence. The elephant in the room was getting bigger. I'll have to grasp the nettle and hope I didn't make things worse.
"Thought any more about the next pose?"
Mom didn't reply straight away and I was afraid she had lost her new found confidence.
"Not really. You?"
"Me neither. What about Aunt Sophie?"
"I haven't heard from her today."
Then as if the Fates heard us the phone rang and it was Aunt Sophie. Mom took the phone out of the room and I couldn't hear what was being said. When she came back she told me that Aunt Sophie was on her way over to discuss what we were going to do.
Just short of an hour later, Aunt Sophie arrived to hugs from mom and me. Mom led us into the living room and before we sat down my offer of coffee was accepted by all.
By making coffee and leaving them both alone I was hoping that mom would be able to speak freely and we'd get the elephant sorted. When I brought the coffee in they were still clothed and deep in discussion. I left them to it and went back to my room.
I don't know how long it was before there was a knock on my door.
"May we come in sweetie?" asked mom.
"Of course," I said closing my books and turning in my chair to face them.
They both sat on the edge of my bed.
"Sweetie," mom said nervously. "When you asked earlier if everything was OK and I said yes, you know I was lying and bless you, you didn't push it. I want to thank you for giving me my space to try and sort things out in my head about what has been happening lately."
I smiled what I hoped was encouragement.
"Soph and I have had a chat and we'd like to hear you views."
"OK," I said. "Are you wanting to know my thoughts and feelings about what has been happening?"
"Yes."
"Will you let me talk freely and try not to be offended?"
"But of course sweetie. That's the whole point."
"OK. First of all I'm not offended by anything we three have done or even what you and I have done mom. Secondly, I'm not disgusted either. We could have stopped or pulled out, if you'll pardon the pun..."
Both of them smiled and it was nice to see that it relaxed them a bit.
