The sun was high in the sky the next morning before Jim finally stirred and woke up. In those first moments of being awake all the happy memories of the previous night flashed back to him. He rolled over hoping to find her beside him but found that he was alone in bed. He looked around the room and heard the water running in the shower. He settled back in bed and reflected back to last night.
He heard the water stop in the shower and then the unexpected sound of the toilet set being thrown open just before the unmistakable sound of his mom vomiting. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in another of the big, white hotel robes with a white towel wrapped on her head. She looked decidedly less chipper and contented that he felt. Jim recognized the look of someone who was very hung over.
They exchanged good mornings, but hers felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. Jim started telling her how amazing last night had been but she interrupted him. She said she wasn't sure how to feel about what had happened. She said she was confused and hung over, but what she knew was that she had been very drunk, very emotionally fragile, and perhaps more than a little confused. Jim tried to convince her that what had happened was wonderful, but before he could get very far she said that maybe the best thing for them was to get some space so she could figure some things out.
Jim wanted to protest, but he knew better than to argue with her once she had made up her mind about something. He suddenly felt a little awkward getting out of bed naked but resisted the urge to cover up to show her that he was comfortable with what had happened and their new relationship. He walked, perhaps a little too slowly, to the bathroom and noticed that she seemed to sneak a quick glance at his cock. When he came out of the bathroom he gathered his clothes and got dressed. He laughed after he put his shirt back on and found that all the buttons were ripped off. Before he left he told her that he didn't regret anything that happened and meant everything he had said and done the night before.
Cindy didn't return home until that evening and when she did it almost seemed like nothing had changed or happened between them. On the surface, she acted the same way around Jim and Dan that she always had. Inside though, nothing felt the same for Jim. He wanted to talk with her about what had happened, but she never let them be alone together in a position to bring it up. Jim worried because he felt an undercurrent of tension and unease from her whenever they were alone now.
His visit at home was quickly drawing to a close and he worried that he'd have to leave and return to his overseas studies for the next 6 months without being able to talk with her. Finally, on the morning of his last full day at home, Cindy asked him if he had any plans for that night. He said no and she said that Dan had other plans tonight and wondered if he was up for dinner with his old mom.
Time couldn't move fast enough for Jim as he looked forward to their dinner. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but at least they would get a chance to talk. Jim dressed nicely for dinner and was happy to see that she dressed up a bit also. Part of him hoped this was more of a date than just a simple dinner, and seeing her dressed up made him think that maybe she was thinking the same way.
They went to a nice restaurant for dinner and finally things between them felt normal again. They talked and did a lot of catching up, although they didn't address what had happened between them. Finally, as they lingered over dessert, Cindy said she felt bad about how things had been strained between them the past few days. She said she didn't want things to be weird between them, so they could just say what had happened between them had been a one-time accident. There was no need for regrets, she added. She said she had just been so confused and upset and so very, very drunk that she didn't know what to make out of what she felt or did that night.
When she finished Jim replied that he didn't regret anything. He took her hand in his to try and show her he was serious and said he would never, ever regret what had happened. They sat in silence for a few seconds gazing into each other's eyes. Cindy shook her head and softly said, "But it is so wrong, we can't, we shouldn't."
"Why?" Jim questioned. "Why is it so wrong? Why is it wrong if we are both consenting and both wanted what had happened?" As if to answer the question that her eyes asked, he assured her that he had absolutely wanted it to happen. He added that he still wanted it very much.
Cindy sat staring deeply into his eyes. She couldn't believe the effect of his words. It wasn't actually his words, but the deep sincerity in his eyes and the conviction in his voice and on his face that impacted her. Suddenly their simple hand holding felt powerful and exciting. Her hand tingled with warmth and the warmth spread up her arm until it consumed her. Suddenly her tits tingled with excitement and her nipples grew slightly stiff. The warmth reached her pussy and she felt herself growing wetter and hotter.
They paid the bill and headed out to the car. Jim drove and Cindy sat in the passenger seat as they returned home. Dan had made it clear he wouldn't be back until sometime the next day. This time it was some excuse about going to a basketball game and staying in a downtown hotel with his buddies. She wondered who exactly his "buddies" were and suspected that although he might have been telling the truth about staying in a downtown hotel there was probably more going on in the hotel than hanging out with his buddies.
She pushed aside thoughts of Dan and refocused on her situation. They were very nearly home and she could already feel her excited anticipation building. This certainly wasn't how she intended the evening to end. Her plan had been to move past what had happened between them. She wanted to make things normal between them again and had planned on a nice dinner, good conversation, and then politely convincing him that they couldn't possibly continue what they had started.
However, all of that changed at the restaurant. Instead of her convincing him that they couldn't continue, he had convinced her of the opposite, and it turned out that it hadn't really been that hard to change her mind. It had been so long since she had been the object of such raw desire that it was almost intoxicating. The fact that it was her son still seemed strange when she thought about it, but he was right about them both being consenting adults. Plus it had felt so good, at least the parts she could remember, and the sensations had been so powerful that a primal part of her wanted to experience it again.