Chapter 15 - Jason
Jason and his mother Bec drove home from the camp as they had done all those many years before, chatting as the other pairs of mothers and sons were on the way home. Although Jason had the words of Jeremy ringing in his ears, he was still able to keep his focus on what his mother was saying. Bec was most interested in what the guys got up to this year, as she was every year. She had always been a mother who took a keen interest in her only child's life no matter now small or trivial, she wanted the details. Jason had always found himself having to go over what was said and done a number of times, just so Bec could have the details straight.
Jason had been able to give her more than enough detail of the previous two weeks, and just what all the boys had got up to. However, he obviously neglected to tell his mother of 'that night' and Jeremy's little talk with The Clan. Yet, he was able to give her more than enough to keep her motherly curiosity satisfied. As she listened to her son, Bec became a little teary eyed as she though once more of her deep and powerful love for her son, and its inappropriateness. This was not lost on Jason, who had guessed what the tears were for.
When they arrived home they both went into 'home coming' mode, which meant a little celebration of sorts. Bec always enjoyed showing her son how much she had missed him, and loved to have him at home. For his part Jason loved it too, because he enjoyed the fuss his mother always made over him. As Bec bustled about with the special food she had prepared, Jason knew Jeremy was probably right, but he wanted more proof. How he was going to get that proof he had no idea, but he had to have it before he would make a move on his mum.
Mother and son sat on the couch together with the food in bowls on the coffee table in front of them, and they both had their favourite drink -- vanilla Coke. The discussion from the car continued as they ate, but this time Jason was telling Bec the funny things that had happened on camp. His mother laughed at each story her son told her, and they both felt the thrill of being with each other.
Bec had remained in the clothes she had picked Jason up in, while he had changed into his favourite long short that he wore around the house. Bec was wearing a short skirt and a top that showed her midriff. Jason was surprised to see that when his mother rocked away from him with laughter, he saw her black, satin panty covered butt. At first Jason thought it was his imagination. In truth it had been an accident as Bec had just leaned too far away from her son, but when she saw his reaction and the thrill it gave her, Bec continued to reveal her most intimate clothing.
However, after about the fourth time his mother's panties were revealed, Jason could see she was doing it on purpose. Besides, each time she showed her panties, his mother would give him a quick look for his reaction. Jason knew that expression on his mother's face each time; he knew her too well. Now he had to have 'corroborating evidence' before he moved on his mother, and he just realised were he could find that evidence.
Jason thought he would sneak into his mother's room that night and look for something, anything that would support what Jeremy had said. He was desperate now to find something, because he wanted to make a move on his mother so badly now he could taste it. Jason had decided on this course of action, as he had been doing it for years. It all started when he was very young, but not young enough to believe in Father Christmas. He was looking for his Christmas presents, and he found them the first year he looked.
Jason had just crept into his mother's room as she slept and began looking, which took more than an hour and Bec hadn't woken up. He found he could be exceptionally quiet when he wanted to be. In fact Jeremy would use Jason to spy and sneak for him on camp. The two boys had a very close friendship because of it. So that night Jason would sneak into his mother's room as he had done so many times before, to see what he could find.
In the meantime, Jason enjoyed the show his mother was putting on for him, and he let her know by his long stares and appreciative, bedazzled grin. The attention from her son thrilled Bec more than she had know for many long years, and she felt the powerful urge and desire to show him more, but something prevented her. This saddened Bec a little, because she wanted to be more for her son and she wanted them to be more than just mother and son.
After they had eaten their fill, laughed themselves out and Jason had run out of camp stories, Bec announced it was time for bed. She had thought Jason would protest and want to continue their time on the couch -- especially with the show he was watching so intently, but no, Jason was more eager for bed than his mother. After their nightly ritual for bed, Jason waited in his room knowing his mother would be asleep within ten minutes as she always was. He waited twenty minutes just to be on the safe side.
Jason silently got out of bed and crept to his mother's room, where he found the door slightly ajar as always. He pushed the door open and entered the room which was dimly lit by a small lamp she kept on in the far corner of the room. Bec liked some light if she woke during the night, although she rarely woke as Jason could attest to.
He began with his mother's tall boy draws, beginning with the bottom draws and working his way up. He found jumpers, jeans, tops, and although his mother had small nick knacks squirreled throughout her clothes, he found nothing that he could consider 'corroborating evidence'. However, when he got to his mother's top right draw he found her lingerie. Jason had deliberately left this draw to the last, because he knew what was in it after years of searching for Christmas presents. However, this time he took his time going through his mother's most intimate apparel. Her panties, bras and the like, but he lingered on her panties as he was drawn to them.
Jason quietly commented to himself on each pair of panties as he felt their texture and held them up to the half light, to see how see through they were. As he was looking at the fourth pair of his mother's panties he heard her stir, and he spun around to see if he had been found out. Bec was restless in bed and mumbling to herself. Jason watched feeling turned on as his mother moved in bed, because Bec was moving seductively -- to Jason's mind.
As though mesmerized by his mother's slow sultry movements, Jason watched while still holding the pair of her panties in his hand. He had not seen this before. Bec began to moan and sigh as she stretched her arms above her head, and then she slowly brought them back under the covers. Jason could see the path her hands took as they moved slowly but surely under the covers and down her body. He was sure he knew where they were going and moved close to his mother's bed. Sure enough Bec's hands moved to her tummy and then stopped just below. If Jason could have seen himself, he would have seen his mouth hanging open.
Now he saw the tell-tale up and down motion on his mother's hands right where her pussy would be, and he was rooted to the spot in fascination. Bec moaned and signed again, but she sounded sad, rather than being satisfied. Then to his astonishment Jason heard his mother whisper just audibly enough for him to hear,
"Oh Jason, Jason I need you."
With that his mother stopped her hands and brought them out of the covers again, while Jason stared at his mother's face because he could see tears rolling down her cheeks. Bec would usually speak incoherently while asleep, only saying words that were understood very infrequently. This was another reason Jason was stunned by what he heard; the message was clear, and so was his resolve now. He may not have been holding the proof he sort, but he certainly heard it and saw it straight from his mother. He returned her panties to her draw, and returned to his room and bed. There he pondered what he would do tomorrow, because unless the world ended that night he was going to make a move on his mother first thing in the morning. Jason would seduce Bec the next day. Once his mind was made up, he found sleep easy.
