She was at the kitchen sink, lost in thought. How had it come to this? They'd been sharing a house for months and up until last night it hadn't been a problem. Nothing had prepared her for this, although if she was honest the thoughts had crossed her mind in her own intimate moments. Often she'd lie in her bed, touching herself and allowing her body to believe it was him, that he was rubbing his finger over her panties, slipping a finger inside her and stroking her. She'd even called out to him when the feelings grew so intense the next stage was orgasm. Yes, it was wrong but who was she hurting? Surely she wasn't the only woman to have such thoughts about her son?
He was driving home after a long day at work; a day made longer by the fact that his mind certainly wasn't on the jobs in hand. It kept taking itself off to the events of last night and he had to reluctantly drag it back to the present and reality. He wasn't looking forward to reaching home and yet he felt the same excitement as always when he knew they would have the house to themselves for a couple of days. He'd often thought of her when he was alone in his room; often called out to her when he climaxed, imagining he was safe in her hand. Was it wrong to masturbate thinking of your mother?
She was still lost in thought in the kitchen when he parked up and entered the house by the front door. So lost that she didn't hear him come through to her, calling out to her as he hung up his jacket and loosened his tie. It was only when he came into the kitchen, came up behind her and kissed her cheek that she realised he was there. He didn't dwell, in fact he moved away a lot quicker than usual. Any other time he would have stood behind her, taking in the smell of her hair, the faint aroma of perfume from earlier in the day still lingering on her neck. No; instead he moved away, switched on the kettle and reached into the fridge for the milk.
"Coffee mum?"
"Think I'd rather have a glass of wine if you wouldn't mind pouring me one please son"
She sighed...is this how the evening was going to be, full of polite conversation and a tension hanging in the air? For goodness sake, the poor man had just walked through the door; how could she possibly judge already how things would be. She smiled when he changed his mind about the coffee and turned around with 2 glasses. At least if he was having a glass of wine he would be a little more relaxed and maybe, just maybe, they could have a conversation and clear the air. One drink turned into a few more once they'd eaten, a meal eaten in virtual silence. They eventually met each other's gaze and smiled. The pots needed clearing and washing, a job they normally shared after a meal but this time she sent him into the living room and set about tackling them herself. Once again she was lost in her own thoughts as she placed the plates and cutlery in the soapy water. How could a kiss cause so much concern? It was over as quickly as it began but she couldn't get it out of her head. Was it so special or was it because of who they were? He'd found out all of his hard work had paid off and he was finally getting the promotion he so richly deserved and she'd held out her arms to hug and congratulate him. He looked so happy and at first she'd pushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed the bridge of his nose. How did they end up in such a passionate clinch? That kiss caused such a wave of longing to pass through her body she recoiled from him, ran up the stairs to her room and stayed there the rest of the evening. He did knock on her door but she was lying in the dark so he didn't push it. Part of her wanted him to come in and sit on the end of the bed and chat as they had so often in the past. A bigger part of her wanted to shut herself away forever, or at least until she'd made some sense of how she was feeling.
He was sitting in the living room wondering where they could go from here. It was only a kiss for goodness sake but the fact they were mother and son had a big part to play. He'd rushed in from work yesterday, full of his news. She'd watched in the background for months, saw him tearing himself apart, working night after night until the early hours putting everything together for the big presentation that would make or break his career. The number of nights she looked so tired but she'd stayed up, coffee at the ready, a gentle shoulder massage when he'd needed it. He couldn't wait to tell her but she'd probably guessed the minute he'd flung open the front door and called out to her. She'd come through, looked at him and nodded, holding out her arms to him. Next came the altogether familiar brushing of his fringe and the kiss on his nose, but then.... He leaned back and smiled at her and his eyes fixed on her face. God she was pretty, especially when she smiled. Her whole face lit up and could melt any man's heart. He lost his to her many years ago...not the part that belonged to his mother, but the part reserved for a lover. She'd broken away first and fled up the stairs to her room. He had gone up a little later and knocked on her door but there was no light showing under the door and all was quiet so he'd moved away. He had hoped she would invite him in so they could talk. He felt very confused about his reaction; how he'd started to harden as his lips touched hers. The kiss itself didn't feel wrong but maybe whom they were made too big a difference to overcome.
He couldn't bear sitting alone anymore so he went back to the kitchen to see if he could help after all. She hadn't really made headway with the washing up; in fact she was stood very still in front of the sink and he thought he could see her shoulders rise and fall. What he couldn't see from behind her was the tears falling into the water. She was trying to keep her emotions in check and failing at every turn. He gently whispered just one word..."Mum?" and that was enough for her to lose the battle. She let out the sob she'd been holding in but still stood with her back to him. He swiftly came over and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. He hadn't noticed how petite she was before, how vulnerable. Deep inside he was hoping he wouldn't embarrass either of them by becoming aroused. All he wanted to offer was comfort, not more anguish. She seemed to move backwards into him slightly, and apologised over and over again. He was so ashamed as he felt himself stir. He tried to move away from her but she moved too and laid her head back against his shoulder. Without thinking, he kissed her cheek, tasting the salt where her tears had been. She moved her head round slightly and his lips brushed hers. There was that feeling again...what should he do? The temptation was to nibble her ear but what would her reaction be. His heart was beating so hard and fast she must be able to feel it and if that didn't give his feelings away, he was sure something else would.
