It had gotten to be a game with him, she thought. With his father out-of-town so much during the week, her son would use different little opportunities to harass her and do clearly inappropriate things to provoke her and anger her.
He'd started with subtle things like pinching her ass or saying things to her, and now he was geting bolder, groping at her at times or play-wrestling.
Time and again, she'd tell him to stop. He might stop for a while, but he was always right back to it in some way. He was escalating things the more it went on.
Tonight he had slapped at her ass as she made dinner and she had yelled at him to "behave". Then after dinner, he'd come up behind her and hugged her, which at first wasn't so bad. But he stayed at it, and he squeezed harder and she told him to stop, which he didn't do. She tried to shrug him away, but his grip was too tight on her, and only when he moved to squeeze at her breast did she hit at him, making him back off.
"That's enough young man," she warned him.
Before bed, his father had called and she and he were talking on the phone. She sat at the kitchen table and talked to his father, as the son got a wicked grin when he listened to his mother tell his father how he'd been acting so rambunctious lately. He was standing to off to her left as she held the phone and glanced to him.
In seeming defiance, her son motioned to his crotch as she stared at him while on the phone.
"What is that about, mister?" She said to her son even though she was on the phone with his father. "What is it you think you're doing?"
Her son walked closer over to her as she spoke into the phone to her husband.
"I really don't know what's gotten into him lately, but he has really been asinine." She said this to her husband while staring up at the son next to her.
Her glance went instinctively lower and she saw a bulge there with her son standing unbashfully right in front of her. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.
"You just wouldn't believe him, that's all," she tried to explain to her husband as she noticed the son was now looking at her chest in her blouse, Then, she realized: her nipples were piercing right into the thin fabric of the blouse and she immediately tried to drape her free arm to cover herself from her son's gaze.
It was too late as her son had the broadest of grins and kept looking at her in almost a 'gotcha' kind of moment. She just shook her head at him and looked forward and away from him.
He waited until she looked back at him and then did something that made her hold her breath. His hands undid his jeans.
"He's just, just...," she stammered into the phone, trying to maintain her part of the conversation.
He opened the jeans apart and she did not divert her eyes as he paused there.
"Young man, do you want me to tell your father the little trick you're trying to play on me?" She challenged him, clearly within hearing of his father on the other line.
He said nothing but stepped closer to where his mother sat at the table. He stood in front of her as she slowly shook her head and watched his hands.
"Yes," she said into the receiver, "I'll tell him you're gonna have a talk with him when you get home."
The son pulled his jeans further apart and then tugged his boxers on down to where his penis flopped out and forward, clearly erect.
