Dissatisfied.
Jennifer Sands looked at her reflection in the mirror with mixed emotions. At 41 years old, she still had an attractiveness to her, she thought. Her red hair and green eyes still looked appealing; one friend had even called her eyes "captivating" before, a description she really appreciated.
She had pretty features perhaps and full pouty lips, but the problem was that they were truly pouty right now. In fact, her disappointment probably added years to how she looked as she gazed at her reflection. She put her hands on her hips and sighed.
"Damn him," she thought. Her husband was again going to stay gone until Friday, she had learned. Business, he'd said. He had to, he also told her. And, as he sealed the conversation, he'd told her that this was going to be the way it was for a while. His business was on the road.
Jennifer tried her best to understand, but the thoughts of nice hotels, 'comped' meals at different restaurants, and seeing different cities combined to make her feel dull and very ordinary. Then, when he was home, he was beat, he said. He just wanted to relax and not be on the go. Jennifer felt she was losing out in a couple of ways.
Worst of all were their marital issues. For some time there had been a lack of passion. Now with all of this traveling he did, he didn't even seem to try to show interest any more. She closed her eyes at the thought of how long it'd been since they'd been intimate. She didn't even want to think about it.
The front door opened, and she broke from her thoughts of her issues. Her son was home and it was time to leave for the gym. She took a breath and grabbed her gym bag.
What a difference a few days makes, she said to herself. Raymond had only been home from college a few days, but here he was changing her routine. A week ago, she wasn't coming home from work, changing into jeans and going off to get a work-out. Now, here she was, headed out the door and grateful her son didn't mind her tagging along to the gym.
By the time they were in the car, they were talking about their day and catching-up. She needed her mind shifted away. She was glad for the break.
Raymond Sands liked being 20 years old. Raymond attended college but was home for the summer. He was looking foward to his junior year in college. Also, his birthday was coming up in early July. Becoming more athletic and handsome in college, Raymond was growing into his own man and becoming more self-assured.
Raymond liked how his mother seemed eager to get going to the gym. He'd worried about her in the last week he'd been home. She seemed a little down at times, especially with his dad gone on business so much. She needed to stop worrying so much, he'd decided.
Raymond had wanted to keep up his own routine of nightly work-outs, so he came up with the idea of getting his mom in the same routine. He figured it'd be a good stress reliever for her and good for her physically. He just spoke up about it, and she took him up on it.
There was an added benefit Raymond thought about, too. This was a chance to learn information he wanted. Raymond was just fascinated with women. He loved and appreciated them. He especially loved and appreciated older women. To him, they seemed more feminine and their self-assurance was sexy to him. In the back and forth to the gym, Raymond would casually try to get insight from Jennifer.
Over time, Jennifer couldn't help but notice the interest that she drew from guys at the gym, and she mentioned this to Raymond. Raymond honestly told her he was not surprised at all. Raymond told her, in a casual and matter of fact way, that she was a very attractive woman. Jennifer was taken aback at this. He'd said it on one of their trips to the gym, but she didn't answer or say more. She didn't let on about this, but she was surprised that a guy Raymond's age would say this, and she was even more surprised Raymond was saying it.
As she thought this over later, this exchange altered how she viewed him some. She started to see him how other women might see him and realized he was athletic and handsome in his own right. She surprised him at one point by up and telling him so in an unguarded moment. Raymond was shocked she complimented him in this way, and after Jennifer saw his reaction, she found she was surprised herself by saying this. She reflected on what she'd said but wound up deciding she meant it, so she let it be and didn't reconsider it.
On the Tuesday before they were to have dinner that Friday, Raymond was feeling mischievous. They were at home after working -out, and they were both upstairs. Jennifer was in her room when she heard Raymond yell from his.
"AAAARRGGGGHHH!" He didn't hold back.
Jennifer immediately took off down the hall to Raymond's room.
"Raymond???" She called as she threw open his door.
Jennifer froze as she took in the sight of Raymond bent over in pain sideways from her. His left hand was clutching at his leg. His right hand clung to the closet door. He looked unsteady.
"Give me a hand," he asked as he tried to keep from falling.
Jennifer moved toward him but gasped when she realized he'd been changing clothes when he started cramping. She saw nothing but bare skin as she stood beside him and held his arm to steady him. Instinctively, she looked down, and Raymond looked to her face to watch her look down. Her eyes fixed at his crotch.
Jennifer stood shocked next to him and couldn't pull her eyes from what she saw. He was exposed, and it was dangling there. She couldn't have known it then, but Raymond had massaged it into a semi-engorged state. She took in the sight of him and felt such surprise. He was so much thicker and endowed than she would've ever guessed was her first thought. It hung down and just did protrude, but even in this state, it was larger than any she could have remembered seeing.
Jennifer immediately caught herself and looked up at Raymond. She found herself looking into his eyes and he was close to her. She gasped again but loudly and jerked her head to look away back toward the door she'd entered.
"Are you okay now?" She said looking away still.
"Yeah."
She let loose of him and walked out quickly, leaving him standing there. He smiled to himself and took his time putting on some sweatpants. He reached for a t-shirt and tried to listen for where his mother was. Had she gone downstairs? He heard nothing.
He went to pull the t-shirt over his head but stopped. No, he thought to himself, I'll go without it. He left his room to go talk to her.
In the hall, he saw that her bedroom door was closed. He stepped quietly to it and listened. He couldn't hear her making a sound. The whole house seemed quiet. He gently knocked a couple of times.
"Come in," she said sheepishly.
Raymond opened the door to find her sitting on the side of the bed, looking down absently and still. Raymond moved to where he was standing in front of her.
"Hey, thank you for coming to my rescue," he said softly in jest.
She paused and didn't look up to him.
"I'm so sorry," she began, obviously embarrassed. "I don't know what I must've been thinking."
She brought her head up to look up at him standing in front of her, only to stop in mid motion. Her eyes surveyed his bare chest, having expected to see a shirt. She drifted briefly to see the sweatpants, and Raymond knew she could see a bulge in them.
She looked back to his face.
"It's okay. Really it is." He tried to reassure her. "I'm sure you didn't expect to see me naked or anything."
"No. No, I didn't." Jennifer was slow getting the words out, as she felt dismay that here she was again feeling strong mixed feelings with her son bare-chested in front of her. Her mind whirled. He's your son, he's your son, she chided herself. As if in reflex, her body wanted to respond and she fought the need to look at him as she did before. This was a grown man, and she saw a grown man's body standing directly in front of her. She felt his hand go to her cheek to caress her there, and she felt her face rest into his palm. She felt nervous about what she would do. About what she was thinking.
Raymond felt a surge of excitement as she met his touch to her face by seeming to brush her cheek into his hand. He couldn't believe she was reacting this way, and he loved the sensuous way about her. He couldn't suppress himself from throbbing in his sweats and she looked there. They both knew he was hard.
Jennifer brought her hand to his and squeezed his hand as she brought it from her face. She looked up at him, and they both gave slight knowing smiles back and forth. After their brief, silent acknowledgment, she kept her eyes locked on his. Raymond had never seen her look this way before, and it made the moment even more intense as he tried to figure out the thought behind her look. What was she feeling?
"We better turn in," she said finally.
He was speechless at first as she moved up and to the side, to slip from the situation.
"Uh, uh" he stammered, trying to stop how she was bringing the situation to an end. "Hey, is everything okay?" He sounded more concerned than he wanted to.
"Yeah. Yeah, it is. It's been a long day, you know?"
"Um, yeah. Of course. I mean, it sure has." He awkwardly ambled to the door and turned to look at her as he left.
She saw him look back to her and she had to make herself look away so as to seem more casual. She walked to the bathroom, saying good night over her shoulder to him.
"Good night." He left in a daze.
Moments later, Raymond laid sprawled in his bed. With eyes clamped shut and his breathing ragged, he played over and over in his mind her reactions to him. The stares at his body, the face moved flush to his palm, her deep look into his eyes that gave a glimpse to a side of her he'd never seen. It all washed over him as he held himself and slowly brought relief there.
Down the hall, he couldn't have known it, but Jennifer had tossed and turned desperately trying to block the evening's experience from her mind. She found images popping into her mind as if they were film slides. There was the tussled hair and his charming smile, and her hands would grasp her shoulders to hold herself tight. The memory of him standing right directly in front of her in sweats and bare toned chest, a trail of black hair disappearing into the grayness of those sweats, and the hands went flat on her legs as she laid there on her side.
Her hands drug across her skin as they worked up her quadriceps, and her mind resisted what she knew was coming. They were inevitable, she rationalized, as she sensed the next images, as vivid and as captivating as any film or slides she'd ever observed. She heard her own breathing and felt ashamed of herself. The memories formed easily. Her going in his room, her standing there next to him, his voice sounding distant to her as she processed what she saw there next to her. Her arm had steadied him, but her whole body had reacted next. There, down between his legs he was thick, and it was more sexually provocative than any fantasy she'd ever conjured.
Her back arched at this thought, and her hands worked at herself as she gave into the thought of his penis displayed to her, and she put her fingers to herself. She shook as she kept him pictured like this.
