The dim early-morning light woke Benjamin from his golden-tinted dreams and he experienced for the first time the pleasing but uncomfortable feeling of being crushed by the dead mass of a sleeping mature female. Jemima was sprawled across his chest, her legs entangled with his; one of her arms was twirled around his neck with her fingers reaching up to twiddle with his hair. Her armpit was next to his nose and he breathed in that famous perfume known throughout the world as 'Sweaty MILF'. Her close funk made his dick harden and this brought to his attention the fact that he needed to pee. He had a decision to make: Disturb his Momma and destroy the crystalline moment or cope with the discomfort of a full bladder and preserve the peaceful embrace. He opted to handle the pressure in his groin and luxuriated in Jem's cradling clutch. Within her slumber she moved slightly and her arm clamped tighter, her fingers toyed with his hair a little. He lay under her, listening to her breathing and feeling her chest move against his own.
He kissed the top of her head then gazed up at the grubbily stained ceiling of his tiny room, pondering the great change that they had undertaken together. Last night wasn't the first time he'd had sex but it was certainly a monumentous progression from the awkward, embarrassing, fumbling chaos that had been his previous attempts to become a fully-fledged adult. He took a moment to give himself a psychological high-five for a job well done and then adjusted into a slightly more comfortable position to join her in her dreams.
Seemingly, in the next moment the alarm was ringing and Bobby was tapping on his open door. The morning light was now brutally garish.
"I haven't seen you two sleep together for years," Bobby said then took a drink from his coffee mug as he watched the entwined pair come to their groggily awaking senses. Jem sat up, fretted dozily but was then calmed by the way both she and the naked boy were hidden by his blankets.
"Erm, Benji had a bad dream," she attempted.
"Yeah? What was it about?" Bobby's grin appeared to be all-knowing.
Benjamin reached over and silenced the annoying alarm. Bobby was dragged away to the kitchenette by the sound of his toast popping up.
"Gotta pee!" Benjamin declared.
He leapt out of bed, pulled on some underpants then disappeared. A frazzled Jemima held her face then ran her fingers through her grimy hair, trying to adjust to the enormity of what had happened. She stood up and felt exposed, wearing nothing but a teeshirt. She glanced around the door to check if Bobby was busy then darted into her own bedroom. She looked into her mirror.
'Really?' she asked herself, 'Is this who you are now?'
She pulled on a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and hoped that coffee and a cigarette would solve most of the problems amassing in her fuggy brain. The rest of the morning went quietly, they hardly spoke; Bobby tried to conjure some conversation out of them both but he was met with monosyllabic responses. Whenever she thought it looked appropriate, Jem touched Benjamin, small and perfectly innocent touches that conveyed an ocean of meaning between them. Bobby pulled on his biker boots and stood to button up his jacket.
"That's me away up the mountain," he declared cheerily, wedging a packet of cigarettes in his pocket and picking up his keys.
"You don't have to look so happy about leaving me all alone," Jem pouted.
"You won't be alone, you got the boy," he said enigmatically,
"Anyway it's only for a couple of weeks," he circled his arms around her waist but she resisted his cuddle, "And I'll bring back a car for the kid and I'll pay off some of our bills and still have enough left for you and me to do something fun. Sound good?"
"Okay," she stopped struggling and permitted his cuddle, "But don't dawdle coming back, okay? I miss you."
They kissed sloppily, Benjamin stared into his coffee. Bobby left and Jemima stood in the doorway, watching his motorbike growl off down the gravel path and out of the trailer park. She closed the door and sighed. Benjamin looked up at her. All morning he'd been averting his eyes. He was not ashamed but some part of his decency felt that he ought to be. She hadn't made it easy not to gawp, her skimpy jeans shorts barely covered her jelly-roll buttcheeks, and now he was free to marvel at her dishevelled allure. She reached behind to scratch one of her protruding buttocks and she caught him in mid-ogle. She smiled shyly. Everything had changed. She now knew he what he might be thinking when he looked at her ass. She walked over and sat on his lap. She put her arms around his neck. The smell of unwashed armpits reminded him of that happy time he'd spent at dawn, lying under her.
"Are we okay? You and me?" she asked.
"Of course."
"You mean everything to me. I'd just die if I did something... if something came between us."
"I feel closer to you than ever."
He kissed her and she smiled sweetly. She lay her head on his shoulder.
"It's time for me to go too," he said, sadly.
"Don't go to work," she spoke quietly, "Stay with me."
"Okay."
She lifted her head to beam her charming broken smile at him.
"Really?"
"Sure."
"I'll go shower while you call in sick."
She pushed herself up off his lap and he caught her arm before she could walk away. He stood up and kissed her neck.
"Before you get all clean," he said, "Can I taste you?"
Her face was a mixture of distaste and amusement. Before she could grant permission he was already undoing the button on her denim cut-offs and pushing them down her golden thighs. She was amazed at his newly found assurance as he squatted and pressed his face to her soft, curly pubes and pushed his tongue into her sticky slit. Jem leaned back against the breakfast counter as her young snatch-snacking freak began to eat her. She recognised the unwashed smell of her own pussy wafting up to her nostrils.
"If it's nasty," she warned, "It's because you made it so."
"Not just me," Benjamin replied.
He twirled his confident tongue around her jelly-bean in ways he had quickly learned would make her thigh muscles quiver. After a few minutes of almost silent slurping and heavy breathing, she tugged on his hair and cried out for him to stop.
"That's enough for now, you dirty little boy." she said, her heart pumping at twice the recommended B.P.M.
She wriggled her jeans shorts back up to cut off his source of pleasure. Benjamin stood and leaned in close for a kiss but she held him at bay.
"You can wash your face first!" Jemima pointed to the kitchen sink, her nose wrinkled in disgust at her own putrid scent.
He laughed as she waltzed into the bathroom. He made the fraudulent phone call to his boss and then washed his face with dish detergent before cleaning up the breakfast mess. He plopped down on the sofa and waited. He heard the sound of the shower stop and he imagined she'd disappear into her bedroom for a while. He hoped to catch a sneaky glimpse of her as she exited but was instead dumb-founded as a glistening, dripping golden goddess emerged from the steam and walked towards him, nude except for the towel wrapped artfully around her head.
The natural spectacle stunned him. Her slightly tubby tummy with a unicorn tattoo smeared by the passing of years into a child's watercolour painting. Her lustrous blonde fluff at the top of her thighs. Her large, brown nipples that spread up her jiggling pear-drop breasts. Rivulets of water danced down her skin and she left damp footprints in the carpet. She was Venus emerging from the primordial waters. In ancient times, men would have sacrificed bulls just to worship at her feet but here she was, tangible, touchable and smelling of coconut-infused shower-gel. She stood before him then reached out and gently closed his mouth with a single finger. She relished the shock her nakedness had induced in the boy and luxuriated in his youthful awe.
"Why am I the only one naked?" she asked, theatrically confused with her hands on her hips.
Benjamin hurriedly undressed and Jem had to help him when he got his clothes in a tangle. They giggled as she helped strip him. She held him at arms' length and appraised his physique.
