Chapter 14 - Ajay
Ajay had sat fascinated as Jeremy had spoken, because like the other guys he could see his mother in what Jeremy said. Ajay loved his mother dearly, so when the proposal of plans was discussed, he knew he couldn't do this to his mother. Therefore, Ajay would be the only guy who would play this straight. He would follow his mother's lead, wherever it went.
While the others discussed the merits of plans A and B, Ajay kept his thoughts to himself, even though he knew Jeremy was right, as soon as he had suggested that their mothers wanted them sexually. For Ajay it was so clear; all the odd pieces fell into place as jigsaw puzzle pieces tend to do, if you stare at them long enough; the whole scene suddenly becomes obvious.
Ajay could see the truth of what Jeremy was saying. His mother had always made him feel special compared to the other guys he knew, by the way she treated him. It was not just the physical contact she had with either, but it was the way she treated him as her confidant, best friend and keeper of her secrets. This is where a particular difficult piece of the puzzle, the depth of his mother's feelings for him fell into place.
Sylvia had told him on a number of occasions that there was one secret she had to keep from him. At the time he thought it odd for two reasons; firstly, that his mother had a secret to keep from him, and secondly, that she would not tell him. Ajay sometimes thought she wanted to tell him, or wanted him to discover it. It was in little things she said, like nearly telling him and then saying 'no she couldn't tell him'.
Ajay had time to think on camp about his mother would say this, and he realized it was during her most affectionate times with him, or just after. As if such physical and emotional intimacy, had brought her to a point where she felt compelled to tell her son. At these times, he had seen the conflict in her eyes and also the sadness.
Now as Ajay watched his mother drive into the camp car park, he wondered how he could bring his mother to tell him her secret. Sylvia parked and her son walked to her with his bags, a huge grin of greeting on his face and her heart soared as it always did when she saw him. The last 2 week had been hell for her.
Ajay hugged his mother and she felt something different as he did, but she hugged him back. As she did, she hoped her physical contact with her son would convey to him her true feelings for him. Feelings that had always been so strong, and yet she dare not tell him. Mother and son held their embrace.
"I love you mum," Ajay whispered to Sylvia.
"I love you too Ajay," she whispered back.
They broke their embrace and stood back to look at each other, as if to see if the other had changed in the last 2 weeks. They smiled to see the other was as they remembered. Ajay led his mother to their car with his arm around the small of her back. Sylvia just loved the way her son's arm felt around her, especially since this was the first time he had held her like this. It felt more intimate, more familiar, more like a lover then a son -- as it was the way Ajay intended it to feel.
Once in the car and driving home, mother and son fell into the usual easy conversation. This lasted until they arrived home, but when they did, Sylvia was not looking for an early night.
"Hey Ajay, want to stay up with your old mum and watch some telly or something?"
'Follow her lead', Ajay told himself, that's what Jeremy had told them -- and watch for the signs.
"Yeah, I'd love to watch some telly with you mum."
"Coffee?" Sylvia asked her son as she headed to the kitchen.
"Yeah great," Ajay answered and followed his mother.
They busied themselves making their drinks, and Ajay kept an eye on his mother the whole time, watching for 'signs'. He didn't have to wait long. Unbeknown to her son, Sylvia had had time during the last two weeks to think; to think about the one secret she kept from him and whether she would tell him or not. She knew she had to; he was getting too old. If she left it any longer it would be too late -- and Sylvia didn't want it to be too late.
Her problem, as she saw it was how to tell Ajay. Should she tell him directly, or drop hints, or some other way to convey to him what she had decided he needed to know.
Sylvia had ruled out the direct approach, in case she offended him, or even disgusted him. You see Sylvia's secret was one she knew the other mothers of the guys at camp harboured as well. Yet, she also knew that unlike herself, most of them buried their secret deep, never, even admitting it to themselves. But Sylvia was far more pragmatic than that, far more honest, no matter how that honesty played out.
No, she would have to tell her son, but indirectly. Yet, there in lay the difficultly; how obvious could she be? How guarded should she be? On one hand she didn't want to upset her guy, but then she wanted him to know. Sylvia had has two weeks to get this right, as she saw it, now was the time.
Her heart was racing as the two of them worked as a team making coffee; this had all been part of her plan. Odd; here was a mother with a plan, and not the son, because he couldn't bring himself to try and seduce his mother.
As mother and son moved around the small kitchen, Sylvia told herself it was now or never, and reached around Ajay pressing her body against him a little more then she needed to. He recognized the over play immediately, and the first chance he got he pushed himself into his mother with his back. Sylvia felt the counter move. The dance of seduction had begun.
Coffee making became a long, drawn out process that night, as mother and son exchanged body presses and dumps; both drawing sexual energy from it and both knowing the other's moves were deliberate. The knowledge itself was sexually arousing.
Sylvia deliberately positioned herself with her back against the bench, so Ajay had to squeeze pass -- and squeezed pass he did. Knowing for her son to do so would cause his dick to swipe across her lower tummy. As he squeezed passed, Ajay slowed, giving both his mother and himself an extra long thrill. Sylvia could feel her son's dick, hard and erect, while Ajay could feel his mother's soft and pliable tummy.
Sylvia sucked in her breath; not to allow Ajay an easier passing, but in response to her sexual arousal. For his part, Ajay's dick flexed against his mother's tummy, giving her an added sensation. They stared into each other's eyes as Ajay dragged himself across his mother. Both could see the intention of the other. Both knew that they wanted each other; all pretence now evaporated.
With their coffee made they moved into the lounge room, and sat next to each other on the couch. Sylvia had cued a film in the DVD that they would both like, but the film was the last thing on their minds. Mother and son had their attention firmly focused on each other, as they sat and sipped their coffee.
Sylvia leaned into Ajay, and he had moved his body to accommodate his mother. They snuggled comfortably. Now Ajay waited for Sylvia's next move, and he didn't have to wait long.
Ajay felt his mother's hand take his and lead it around her shoulders, to rest it on her chest just above her breast. Ajay's heart was pounding as he realized just how forward his mother's move was. So with his heart in his mouth, he moved his hand just that little more to his mother's breast. As his hand cupped her, he could feel that his mother was not wearing a bra.
Sylvia had hoped her son would firstly recognise her invitation and secondly, take it up and make the next move. As Ajay gently kneaded her breast, she was surprised at just how good it felt.
