"For the last time I didn't do it!"
I looked at my son, just released from the officer's custody, looking at me with half sincerity. The fourth time he's been picked up for vandalism and he still proclaimed he was innocent.
The ride home from the station was spent in silence. I felt that I understood his behavior, that maybe it was him lashing out over the fact that his father had left when he was young, and the absence of a father figure might have contributed to it.
When we got home, I told him to march up to his room and prepare for his finals. Only 3 weeks of school left and he was on the verge of failing. Everytime I'd get on him about his work he'd tell me that he's 18 now and can do whatever he wants. It's difficult for a mother to fight the mindset of a young man.
Or is it?
Thoughts started going through my head- Eli was pretty good looking for his age, taking a lot from his father. A good 6 feet tall, athletic, and flowing dark hair. she had always been in shape, and had taught him growing up that physical fitness was vital to health.
Maybe I can use his mindset to help him focus, she thought to herself.
Quickly, she ran upstairs into her bedroom, threw off her clothes, and started the shower. sometimes a nice, comforting wash helped her relieve the stress of the day. The bathroom was at the end of the hall, with Eli's room at the far end. She could hear the pumping music of whatever new pop star was hot this week. Slowly undressing, and stopped in front of the mirror to get a good look of herself. Not to bad, for a 38 year old woman she thought, her brunette hair and soft curls resting on her shoulders. Her breasts were still nice and perky, enhanced even more by the cool draft coming in from the hall behind her.
Draft?
The door was open! She must've forgotten to close it behind her. She started to turn and close it, but then hesitated- the music from down the hall had stopped. She could feel someones's gaze on her, and withought even thinking decided to let the robe fall completely to the floor. She knew she had his full attention right now. He wasn't smoking weed in his room, or talking on the phone to his friends. She know where he was and what he was doing.
She was in control.
She opened the clear shower curtian as steam escaped from the enclosure. She stepped in, and started to wet her hair, peeking through her half-closed eyes through the open door. His door was cracked upen, and she could see a shadow right behind it. He was still there.
She washed her hair, then started to soap her tanned body. She loved how the soap made her skin smooth and oily. Lathering up her hands, she ran them gingerly up along her waist, and across her quarter-sized areolas. Her nipples were at full attention now, and she couldn't resist sliding her hand down between her legs to her warm pussy. It was already wet and inviting for her fingers.
Leaning against the wall, she placed a leg on the edge of the tub and started to rub on her clit, thinking about her son watching from down the hall. Harder and faster she continued until she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. This was better than anything she had felt before. She was in control and her orgasm that followed reflected the newfound eroticism she was expierencing.
The water had started getting cold, the old water heater failing once again. She turned it off, stepped out, and spent several minutes slowly drying off. Instead of slipping on her robe, she picked it up and walked nude back to her room to get dressed. The chilly air from the air conditioning enhancing the static she felt flowing through her body.
Tonight she would show him who's boss.
Dinner was just as quiet as the ride home..except the energy in the dining room was almost piercing. He almost never took his eyes off of her, and she felt his eyes on her when she left to do the dishes. She turned around and said, "Eli, finish up and get ready for bed. No excuses. I'll be up there in a minute to talk about your behavior lately."
