Sherry sat at the desk and stared out of the window of the office of the home she shared with her nineteen year-old son, Rick, and husband, Chuck; although to include her spouse in that group was generous. The navy captain was seldom home, spending more time at sea on his submarine than with her and their child. And if that was not bad enough, the younger man in her life was away at college during the week, and even though he came home most weekends, it still created a very lonely life for her.
The only saving grace was her two close friends, Sara and Megan, navy wives, too, whose husbands also lived at sea, all on ships in the same battle group as her husband. Likewise, they had sons who attended the same college as Rick. The three sons were all close friends and generally traveled home together.
On those rare occasions when husbands and sons were all home at the same time, the three families usually got together on Sunday afternoons for barbecues or some other meal-type activity.
During the week, the three women were together frequently having morning coffee at one or the other's home most days or lunch some days or simply afternoon cocktails occasionally.
It was something to do. Otherwise, she was bored out of her mind—and did she mention, lonely? What made the loneliness even worse was the empty place in her bed. She was a very sexual woman. She and Chuck had always had an active sex life—when he was home—and the long celibate periods she had to endure were dreadful. As time went on, it became more and more difficult. A few years ago, she had discovered dildos and other similar devices. Sherry thought often about other remedies and often wondered where could she go from here, but so far, she had gone no farther than the use of her instruments.
As close as she was with Sara and Megan; strangely, the three had never discussed this issue, although Sherry suspected her friends suffered similar maladies. All three women loved their husbands and were faithful, so perhaps neither wanted to be the first to admit that they were becoming "restless" nor have the others think badly of them.
But Sherry would do as she always did: stew over this for an hour or so, go use a dildo or something, get off, and go on with her mundane life.
"Hi, mom."
Sherry turned sharply toward the door. "Hi, honey. What are you doing home?"
With a twisted expression, he said, "Uh . . . it's Friday."
"Oh! Wow. Guess I lost track of time." She grinned nervously, unable to push her previous thoughts from her mind. "Sometimes, the days just run together."
"Are you okay, mom?"
"Oh, sure. Just gets a little boring around here sometimes." She noticed him rolling his head around and twisting his neck. "I guess I could ask you the same thing." She gestured toward his head.
"Oh, just a stiff muscle in my shoulder from grinding my teeth."
"Are you stressed about something? Exams coming up?"
"No. Those are still a few weeks away." Rick shrugged.
"Girl trouble?"
Now it was his turn to be nervous.
"Talk to me, honey," Sherry said softly, seeing that she had struck a nerve. "Is it a sexual thing?"
"Mom! That's not the kind of thing a guy talks about with his mother."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Rick. This is the 21st century." She clucked. "Besides, your dad is never around for you to talk to him. Not that he would have a clue how to talk about it with you." Sherry was instantly sorry she'd said that.
"What are you saying? Is dad not a loving husband?"
Covering up with a chuckle, she forced her mind to come up with an explanation. "I just meant that he's always focused in his ships. In his line of work, I don't know how much he really understands this kind of human emotion."
"Does he take care of you, mom?" Rick wanted to know.
"Of course. We live well, have everything we need."
Pursing his lips, Rick said, "You know that's not what I mean."
"
Oh
, so you want
me
to talk about sex, but
you
can't?"
"I don't have any sex to talk about," he jokingly confessed.
"A good looking guy like you?" Sherry was actually surprised, but more than that, she noticed what a good looking guy he really was. She always knew he was, but had she been taking him for granted all this time?
"I guess it takes more than good looks."
"I thought you dated a lot."
"I do. But it rarely goes beyond that."
Sherry nodded her understanding. "So, is it a safe bet you struck out last night? Hence the stiff neck?"
"Not the kind of thing I'm comfortable admitting."
"Honey, I'm your mother. You can tell me anything and I won't judge you."
With a huff, Rick said, "Okay, if you must know, yes, I struck out last night and I'm horny as hell."
Sherry held out her hand for him to shake. "Well, join the club."
"
You
struck out last night?" He very curiously asked.
Realizing what she'd said, Sherry quickly corrected. "No, no, of course not. What I meant was, to be honest; I'm horny as hell also. Your dad has been gone for
four
months."
"I'm sorry, mom. Is there anything I can do?"
He apparently didn't realize the implication of his offer. All she could think was, if only. "No, honey. Anything I can do for you?" she felt obligated to ask.
"Not unless you have a fix for my shoulder." Rick grabbed his shoulder and kneaded it with a grimace.
Sherry considered what her son had said. Suddenly, her sexually deprived mind had a thought as wicked as it was offbeat. Without giving it the thought she should have, she said, "Well, maybe I could give you a massage."
Rick looked up sharply, certainly not expecting such a solution. They regarded each other for a few moments. Thinking only of the possible benefits to his shoulder, he responded, "Wow. That would be nice."
"Okay. Why don't you go grab a shower and I'll meet you in your bedroom."
However, several minutes later, after she heard the shower shut off, she headed for Rick's room, but wasn't prepared to see him exit the bathroom with only a towel secured around his waist. Suddenly, she was aroused in a way she never thought possible. Eager to get started, she quickly located some massage oils that she and Chuck used and excitedly entered Rick's bedroom. He seemed to have no apprehension, so she instructed him to lay face down on his bed.
Pouring some oil on his back, she went to work. Her first touch to the affected area caused him to grimace. "You okay?"
"It's just sore."
"I'll be extra careful."
"You don't have to."
With a smile, Sherry proceeded. It was awkward bending over to massage his back so she thought for a minute about the implication of straddling his ass, but decided to do it anyway and continued.
"That feels good," he commented.
"Glad you like it." She kneaded his muscles for several minutes, marveling over his physique that seemed to have developed without her noticing. She was also mindful of the fact that she was sitting on his buttocks, and she could feel him tighten them when her fingers dug in to his skin. That clenching rippled along her thighs and into her pussy, and that only seemed to heighten her already aroused state. Perhaps if they changed positions . . . "Turn over," she instructed.
Rick managed to do that keeping the towel in place.
To play it safe, Sherry sat further down on his legs, but as she massaged his shoulder muscles and pectoral area, she noticed some movement in his crotch. Try though she did, it was difficult to concentrate on what she was doing with the bulge getting larger. As it was, his hands were resting against her knees because there was nowhere else for him to put them. His eyes were closed so he couldn't see the exhilaration in her face.
But he did open them and look at her with a smile, and she returned a dreamy smile. She slid back a few inches as though to distance herself from her feelings, but that only made it necessary for her to bend further down to reach his upper body, not to mention that her breasts dragged across his erection. The heat was becoming more than she could bear. Her arousal was at a level it hadn't achieved in months and she felt herself losing control of her actions. The evidence of this was when she bent down and her lips came within inches of his.
Finally, losing all control, Sherry pressed her lips to her son's. He did not attempt to pull away, but rather kissed back as though it was what he was supposed to do, but there was concern on his face.
Rick sat up, the movement causing Sherry to slide into his lap. She broke off the kiss to catch her breath and question what she was doing, but with is face inches from the part of her cleavage exposed by her low-cut shirt, she could resist no more. She mashed her lips to his once more and kissed with a passion that she hadn't felt in a long time.
When she stopped again, he said, "This is wrong, you know."
Sherry looked him in the eye, thought for a second and asked, "What does your father tell you when he leaves for duty?"
With a frown, Rick responded, "Goodbye?"
"How about 'take care of your mother?'"
"That too."
"So, take care of me."
"I'm not sure that's what he means."