I suppose I should give you an update of what I have observed since we started this journey. This will be a short note, but I hope you appreciate the sense of excitement I have with what appears to be significant progress.
After our talk, Adam came home practically every weekend. Since home was about a three hour drive for him and surely he had his own social life there, his presence spoke volumes to me. It surely spoke volumes to his Mother, Mandey. He would leave directly from work and would usually arrive about 8:30 PM every Friday night. Before, when he would come home like that he would leave immediately to meet his friends. Now, he was a regular homebody.
Mandey anticipated his arrival with apparent great excitement. Usually our dress in the evenings was sweats and grubby home clothes, but every Friday Mandey would be dressed to kill and would have full makeup on. As we waited for Adam to arrive, Mandey couldn't stay still. She would be up every few minutes, checking the driveway. Her excitement was obvious to me. After all, I've known her for a lifetime, and could recognize the signs. Her face was flushed, she chattered non-stop, and simply couldn't be still. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and it seemed to me that she wore blouses that allowed the excited nipples to be obvious. I think my Mandey was in lust - at least, I hoped so.
One particular night stood out as a beacon of just how far Adam had progressed. Mandey was dressed in jeans and a soft cashmere sweater - the one with a deep vee cut that she liked. As soon as Adam arrived, Mandey jumped up to meet him at the back door, while I stayed in the den. I slipped quietly around the corner so I could observe how she greeted him. What I saw was the two of them locked in a tight embrace. Adam had his head bent to her shoulder, and he was whispering something in her ear. There was no space between them, and Mandey seemed to be purposely pushing into his dick. As I watched, his hand slid from her waist down to her butt, and he gave a gentle squeeze. Mandey giggled like a schoolgirl, and then he moved his hand back to her waist. She pushed her chest back from him, keeping her arms locked around his neck, and whispered, "You bad boy." She then leaned forward and gave him a lingering kiss.
I quickly returned to the den and resumed my previous seat on the couch. Adam and Mandey entered the den, showing no special emotion, and Adam came over to give me a hug. I patted him on the back, saying, "How's things going, Son?"
"Great!," he replied, "You have no idea."
Mandey went to the kitchen to get his supper on the table. We always ate well, but the Friday dinners had taken on a special quality so there would be a good meal for Adam when he arrived. On this evening, I pled tiredness, and announced that I would be going up early to read in bed. The two of them seemed joyous at the idea.
Our house was built in such a way, kind of an L-shape, so that from the bedroom window you could see into the downstairs den window. You couldn't get a complete view, but could see the sofa in front of the windows. I settled into bed with my book, waiting for them to finish Adam's meal and move to the den, but I couldn't concentrate on what I was reading. Based on what I had seen in the foyer when Adam arrived, I thought I might get a real treat tonight. After awhile I couldn't take it anymore, so I noisily went downstairs to the kitchen to get a drink water. They were standing at the sink, rinsing the dishes from supper. As I entered, I noted that they were not standing particularly close and the two of them seemed rather stiff, which made me wonder what they were up to before I entered. As I said, I made enough noise so they would know I was coming. They were just finishing the dishes, and as I made my way back upstairs I knew, or hoped, I was in for a show.
I stood back from the bedroom window so they couldn't see me if they happened to glance my way. The bedroom light was off anyway, and I had checked before to make sure that from the den window the view inside the darkened bedroom was practically non-existent.
I was not disappointed. They entered the den, lowered the lights, and then embraced before they sat down. The kiss they shared, it seemed to me, was more than a peck on the lips, but I couldn't see if there was any open-mouthed kissing going on. I could see that Adam's hands were on his Mom's ass, and they looked pretty busy. She made no move to stop him. They sat close together side by side on the sofa, and Mandey spread a blanket over their laps. I couldn't tell what was going on under the blanket, but my guess was they were holding hands. At one point, Mandey laughed and kind of pushed him away, but he went right back.
I was entranced. I could not look away. I don't know how far along they were in their relationship, but that it was pretty far along seemed obvious. Certainly they were farther along than they had been three months ago.
Adam was sitting on Mandey's left side. He took his hand from under the blanket and put his right arm around her shoulders, hugging her to him. She snuggled right into his embrace, turning to her left, bending down, and resting her head into his chest. Adam pushed the blanket out of the way, reached to his left for a pillow, and put it on his lap. Mandey stretched out on the couch and rested her head on the pillow, laying on her left side so that she was facing toward the television. I couldn't see what was on the tv, and I suspect they had little idea either.
Adam started stroking Mandey's hair, running his fingers through it with scratching motions against her scalp. Having been there myself in previous moments, I knew she would be practically purring and sexual excitement was building within her. Mandey loved a good head scratch, and I knew how it turned her on. From the passion Adam seemed to be putting into it, I guessed he knew, also. Mandey's hands, I could see, were kind of clasped around the pillow. As Adam continued his ministrations to her scalp, I could see Mandey begin to squirm a bit.
My wonderings about how they had progressed were answered when Mandey slipped her right hand under the pillow. Adam didn't really react, so I guessed she had just put her hand on his thigh. They stayed that way for a bit, and then I saw Mandey move her hand under the pillow and Adam threw his head back, resting it on the back of the sofa. Did she just put her hand on his dick? I was a little surprised, and knocked my damned book off the bed onto the floor. You should have seen their reaction! Mandey sat up immediately, Adam moved away from her and put the pillow away, and they were the picture of innocence, just sitting there watching television.
When a few moments passed and it was obvious I was not coming downstairs, Mandey again laid her head over on Adam's chest, and this time he didn't put the pillow in his lap. Mandey straightened up, Adam turned to her, and they came together in what was obviously a lovers' kiss. Adam cupped her face in his hands, while hers were on his chest and stomach. The passion of the kiss was obvious, and Adam moved his right hand to hold the back of Mandey's head. After a bit they broke the kiss and seemed to be whispering something as their faces remained close. Adam kept his right hand on the back of Mandey's head, gently stroking it. I don't know what Adam was thinking in that moment, but I knew full well what images that evoked in Mandey's brain.
They kissed again, even more passionately this time, and Mandey again put her hands on Adam's chest and stomach. My eyes were glued on her hands. Her right hand started a slow movement down Adam's stomach, and then stopped at his belt buckle. They paused, again seeming to be whispering to each other, and then resumed their kiss. Mandey moved her right hand farther down, and then rested it right on top of his bulging dick. She just let it rest there for awhile, but it wasn't long before she was stroking his dick and squeezing it through his pants.
