Who would have considered – 2

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Not too unexpectedly, though Stella was surprised to see me sitting there when she came home, she at least didn’t do an “I told you so,” either after hearing me retell the story again. If anything, she was sympathetic, and like mom, happy to have me home again. For a while anyway, though it also meant having to share a bathroom again.

“I do hope you at least learned how to pick up after yourself while you were away,” she poked. “I’m through picking up your crusties off the bathroom floor,” she then added.

“Since when have I left crusties on the floor anyway?” I charged her back, to which mom immediately played referee, just like she’d always done, even though this argument, like all the rest, had been fun.

“Alright you two…go wash up for dinner, and then help me set the table,” she said, putting a stop to our rather crude conversation. Stella sprinted off upstairs, me about to follow when mom’s almost whispered voice froze me in my tracks briefly.

“No need for crusty shorts anymore anyway,” she winked. And then said, “Now…shoo!”

After dinner, I retold the towel portion of the story, where we once again all laughed, making an even bigger joke out of it, imagining that Mike very possibly had poured lighter-fluid all over the sheets, setting them on fire, as opposed to washing them.

“Let’s hope she did that outside,” mom quipped, joining in, and then the three of us burst out laughing again.

It was good to be home. Especially now, though I knew there was still a lot to talk about and discuss, which we’d be doing soon as Stella now scrambled to get dressed and run off to her night time waitressing job.

“Be home late,” she said unnecessarily, though she leaned over to give me a kiss on the forehead, something she hadn’t done in a very, very long time. “Nice to have you home bro…”she said just before leaving. And the smile on her face told me she meant it too.

Mom and I sat waiting until we’d heard Stella’s car pull fully out of the drive, and then onto the street.

“Well now,” mom began. “I guess it’s time we had that little chat.”

**

She had poured us both another glass of wine, and then sat down again. “I think we both know that what happened today, will more than likely happen again.”

“I certainly hope so,” I told her. And then seriously, “I don’t think I could go back to pretending it never did, or wouldn’t again,” I said simply. “In fact I know I couldn’t. Not after today, not after the way it felt…the way you felt.”

“No. And to be honest honey, I couldn’t either. But…there is your sister.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

“We’ll have to be careful, very…very careful. Whatever we do, we can’t act any differently around one another while she’s here. Promise me that.”

“I promise. But, what when she isn’t?”

Mom smiled. “As long as it’s safe, and as long as no one ever knows, ever hears about it…then Thomas, I’m yours, whenever, and however you want me.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!”

“You mean like now?”

She laughed. “What do you want? Again? Already?”

I stood up, proving to her that I was. I already had an erection, it was pressing firmly against the front of my pants.

Mom moaned, sitting back in her chair, the lustful look I’d seen earlier coming back into her face.

“Take it out for me Thomas, show it to me, let me see it again, let me see you touching yourself.”

“You…you want to ah…watch me, ah…see me playing with myself?”

Once again she grinned. “Oh yes, only this time…with you knowing that I am.” That one took me by surprise, even though I had already unzipped, unbuttoned, taking it out.

“You’ve seen me before?” I asked in shocked disbelief. “When?”

Again she laughed. “Two summers ago, that last trip we all took together, remember, we’d gone up to Yellowstone, rented out the cabin and spent the week there?”

“Yeah…” I said slowly, trying to recall. I mean, looking back on it, remembering, there’d been almost an infinite number of times that I had jerked off, but as far as I knew, or could recall anyway, I never once remember her catching me at it, or even too close around me when I had. “Where was I? Where were you?”

She was grinning, recalling it. “It was the third or fourth day since we got there, we’d all been out swimming in the hotel pool, remember?”

Vaguely I did.

“You and I had come back, done for the day, though Stella wanted to remain there, eyeing a few boys who were still hanging around. I needed to do some laundry, so I gathered up what we had, content to go down to the small little laundry room, do a load, read a book and wait for it to finish.”

“Yeah?” Now I really was remembering.

“Well, what you didn’t know…and never knew, was that I got all the way down there, and had forgotten my wallet, so I came back for it. You were in the bathroom, and the shower was running, but you weren’t in it yet. That…and the door was still open a crack so that it wouldn’t entirely steam up the room. I stepped over to it, admittedly tempted to see if I could peek in on you, then inform you why I was back, and thus heading out again. Except when I reached the door, peering in for a moment, I saw something else.”

I was standing there hard as a rock, stroking myself in front of her now while she sat there watching me, telling me all this.

“And then what?” I asked, my voice taking on a raspy sound to it, pleasuring myself, enjoying it as I did, enjoying the sensation, knowing mom was now watching me…truly watching me stroking my own cock. But that’s when she reached down and lifted her tee shirt, baring her breasts for me, and began playing with them, adding to the thrill of this.