1
There was something about Tommy that kept her looking at him. There was something about the way Sandra, his mother, was looking at him that provoked Tommy into meeting that affectionate gaze in a new and disturbing way.
♥
‘I’m so glad you’re here with us…with me for tonight’s game, darlin’…we used to do this real often, but you drifted away.’ Her fingers brushed over his hand as he held the beaker of lemonade on his thigh, the straw the colour of the Red Sox team. ‘I…I need to get used to you doin’ that…not bein’ at home anymore or not as often.’
She took the foam drink beaker from his hand, and he watched her lips move to suck on the straw, her look soon meeting his.
‘Finish it, if you want…I’ve had my fill.’
‘And you won’t spill it if our team scores another homer…’ Sandra smiled. The two of them had remained seated, as if engrossed in each other, as those around them stood up and the stadium erupted with the noise that the home spectators made.
Tommy wondered if her life had suddenly become a whole lot emptier, or she needed to adjust to changed times. He glanced at the crowd all around them, seated or standing up to stretch legs, but the mass of faces and loud voices, catcalls and laughter, seemed to merge into an impenetrable wall colour and noise. There was no way he’d spot Frank, his father. He’d gone to get some hot dogs, the chatty vendor nowhere to be seen on the steps that divided up the blocks of seating areas.
‘College isn’t so far away, mom…I come home. I have my work to get through too…the street art pays off some of my college dues…’
When he wasn’t consumed by art college work, he worked as a street artist, his creations to be seen on pavements or, as of recent weeks, on buildings. It was work that he had to pitch for, the competition fierce and the skills of others, men and women, something to wonder at and learn from.
‘I know, and you’re so darn good at it. Your father and I are proud… your sis and brother have drifted into very routine kind of jobs…and the Ashley family has a rising star amongst them.’
‘My job’s sure different,’ he grinned meeting her softened look upon him. ‘That picture on the wall of that condo block…the head and shoulders of a girl with her hair all wet as if she’d walked into the pond to feed the ducks around her? It paid well…for the first time I came out in front.’
‘I’m so glad darlin’…’ Sandra had saved a picture of the mural on her iPhone, the young woman’s hair slicked down and her vest like a second skin. The work had shown the range of his skills and devotion to the woman portrayed. She’d even felt the gnaw of uncommon jealousy that the picture had aroused in her. Tommy, her boy, had moved on.
‘I’ve got other work in mind, commissions to follow up…the sketches are done. I’ll show them to you…’
‘I’d like that darlin’…I’d share in what you’re doin’.’
He looked away as spectators shoved past, behind them, Sandra leaning in and resting her head against his shoulder. Tommy breathed in her scent, felt the brush of Sandra’s hair on his cheek and was disconcerted by her familiarity in such a public space.
It was futile to deny that she possessed an understated sexiness and that he had once obsessed over in his formative years, in times of his raging puberty, when that mane of auburn red hair was often left to hang loose, lending her a wilder, carefree appearance; the clothes she wore shaping her, but leaving enough unseen for him to imagine.
It was the same now, although her attentiveness had an edge, her clamp on his arm as they talked making him look her way. Sandra’s navy-blue blouse front was covered by a multi-coloured silken scarf that she had tied at her throat and its ends hanging down over the curve of her breasts, bangled bracelets on each wrist, her black jeans and pumps so in keeping with her taste in clothes.
Tommy looked at her, impulsively brushed away stray strands of her hair. ‘I shouldn’t do that…I like it looking mussed…even a little wild. My mom looks younger when it’s like that…’
‘Not as young as that girl on the wall. Is she your girl…at college?’
‘Each age has its own beauty…and yes, she is. Her name’s Linda, and she is beautiful.’
‘You say such wonderful things sometimes.’
Before he could stop her, Sandra’s arm went about his neck and she drew in for a kiss, not any kiss but one on his mouth.
‘Mother…Sandra…don’t, or not like that,’ he said in dismay. They were both startled to hear a cheer as the address system announced the latest kiss-cam images. ‘Oh Jeez, I hope we’re not on it! Dad will go crazy…’
‘If he even bothers to see it, darlin’…he’s got his little flask of bourbon with him. He’s probably spiked his Cola with it…that’s why he’s takin’ so long to get back here to us…’
‘I sure didn’t know things had gone that far,’ he sighed, now understanding her possessive ways with him. He did not stop her when Sandra slid a hand klasbahis yeni giriş into his and held it tight. ‘I’ll do what I can to help you with him…’
‘I need that darlin’…his work’s wrecking him…changing the man you know your father to be. While I help him, I need some help of my own…’
2
Sandra jerked open the driver’s side door of the car. ‘Help me with him…will you please, darlin’…?’
He wasn’t the kind of guy to refuse a call for help, even if her behaviour had thrown him of track, the woman who’d behaved out of character and had for a moment played a role he’d once fantasised about, that of him claiming the auburn -haired woman, his first score with a girl a surrogate for what he’d dreamt of doing with Sandra.
‘Sure, I wasn’t going to let you do that on your own, mom…’
‘Sandra…use that name. I’m through the times I wanted you to call me mom…’ She gripped his arm and kept him from leaving the car. Tommy had sat in the passenger seat as Frank lay back on the back seat, the drink’s beaker still held in one hand. ‘Your father’s really gone too far this time…’
‘What’s that your sayin’?’ came Frank’s slurred question to them. ‘I’ll soon be okay…and the game was great…didn’t see no cam shots though.’
‘You didn’t miss anything,’ she retorted and on a look in the rear-view mirror. Frank’s ashen face was to be clearly seen, his head lolling to one side. Her husband really did stretch their bond sometimes, did so even after she’d scolded him for letting himself go and embarrassing her.
‘An’ I went there to have a good time…got a little wrecked…and I’m sure sorry.’
‘Save it for later! Right now, Frank, you’re sleepin’ that off…I’ll bring you somethin’ to eat!’ Sandra cried out angrily. ‘That you should let go and there, in the stadium of all places. You spoiled it for Tommy and me…’
‘Go easy, Mom..’
‘No I won’t, and I said call me Sandra…’ She had twisted in her seat as she said it, looked angrily at Frank then at him. Tommy saw her blouse tighten against her breasts, how they were shaped by the fabric. Her slacks flattered slender legs as she moved. Sandra brushed away the tumble of her hair, in a graceful sweep of one hand before she turned and pushed on the door. ‘Let’s get him inside!’
‘And we go from there…’
‘You said it, Tommy, darlin’…’
♥
Frank ate what they prepared for him. He did not protest when Sandra led him to their bedroom and she helped him undress, kept him from stumbling over his pants as they dropped to the floor, at his ankles, and she bent down to sweep them away, along with his shirt that he dragged off his body.
Her man was strong, bulky, his hair going grey, and his face drawn and ageing far too quickly for her liking. Troubles at his work were taking their toll on him and drink, not her, was turned to for comfort. She’d persuaded him to gulp down the fizzy contents of a small glass of tonic that would make him sleep and kissed him goodnight before closing the door between the bedroom and their en-suite shower room.
She’d wear something to match her mood, wayward as it was and had been since that kiss she had shared, or pursued from Tommy, at the game. She ached for the heat of a different distraction, and she knew that cam kiss had set him off; set him wondering what his mother who was always so in control of herself wanted from him.
Somehow, she wanted to make that happen, the ache in her belly needing to be satisfied in the most wayward way imaginable. A different kind of loving was all that she sought and wanted that to be with her gifted son.
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It was sometime before Tommy came down into the kitchen. He was in a pair of chequered lounge pants and a T-shirt, a drawing pad in hand, loose pages poking out from within its covers.
‘Have you calmed down?’ he asked, standing at her shoulder as she made a drink of fresh orange juice, the blender whirring softly. He resisted the instinct to keep looking at her and how a nightdress shaped her. The thin dressing gown did nothing to conceal what she’d bring to a man.
‘Yes, some…but your father’s behaviour tonight was something else…quite new. I’m so wound up about it…decided I wasn’t going to wake him, so I got changed…’
‘I noticed…’ he smiled, his eyes again drifting over her. The shock of that kiss, at the game, had given way to other feelings, being horny only one of them. Linda didn’t bring to sight and touch what Sandra sure did.
‘And I’ve noticed that you’re changed, darlin’…so here we are.’ She was dismayed by how that would sound.
To see him, now, and what he had again told her, was to wonder on what she had started; what she understood from meeting his look upon her.
Sandra simply stood before him. She did not care how the ceiling downlighters might reveal her body to him through the thin fabric that was her nightdress or gown, her unshaven pubes a beacon to his wandering, even wondering, eyes. klasbahis giriş She had no need to offer any further explanation for her appearance. She turned to look his way and saw Tommy’s eyes narrow as if he was seeing her for the woman she was, for the first time.
‘Yes, Sandra…here we are, that kiss cam picture sure set us off on a different route. Isn’t that so?’
‘I guess…yeah.’
Until that moment, he had never looked at Sandra, his attractive mother, in a desiring or sexual way. But now, on seeing how her nightdress shaped, and revealed to his gaze, her shapely body, he became hooked by her fulsome hour glass figure, fleshy thighs and the indolent tumble of her large breasts, their tips pressing against the bodice with its embroidered edges; her untrimmed, dark bush of hair drawing the eye, like a harbour beacon to an expectant seafarer.
‘Well, it’s late…’ she blurted out, wondering how that would sound.
‘When I was kid, even as a teenager, I often got to wondering about you…even about us. That kiss cam picture, and what you did and so many saw, made me see you as someone else…and it changed me too.’
‘Tommy…what are you doing?’
One hand was now touching her throat as he stood close to her. ‘We…neither of us needs to be alone…Sandra. I can only imagine how it must be for you now…living here and with Frank acting the way he does. I sure hope it’s a freak…what happened tonight. I do understand your anger…’
‘D you really?’ she retorted with biting sarcasm but saying it to allow herself time to understand how easy it would be to enjoy the dizzying fall that conceding to his questing caresses would bring. It seemed not to matter to him who she was, their family ties, and a strong, vigorous and handsome young man wanted her. He would coax her to abandon any restraint. Here was a young man who desired the body that he could glimpse through her nightdress, and the realisation of whom she was an added incitement to his lust for her.
‘I see you as never before,’ he said in a low voice, ‘and it’s just you and I…here.’
‘Not quite, but Frank sure is out of it.’ She chose not to say that his condition was part of her scheme for the evening, stumbled upon so unexpectedly. ‘If I’d known how you felt…’
She could not finish what she wanted to say. Instead, she met his first, slow kiss; shivered as his fingers slowly traced a path from her throat down over her breasts and belly and pressed into her; brazenly brushed the fabric of her nightdress over the coarse hair that was her bush. They lingered, then slowly traced a path over her crack; pressed into her rhythmically in slow, feather-light touches.
‘Tommy!’ Her hands gripped his arm but did not still their claims upon her. ‘I never knew…’
‘I…I want you…Sandra. Until now it was only a kids’ fantasy…’
‘I think I know that!’ she laughed out, his words and touches devastating any remaining control, and restraint, to which she had feebly clung. Her lustful son wanted to take her to bed. ‘I think we both need to do something about it…’
Her hands tugged on his T-shirt and; soon drew it over his body. She kissed his naked skin and sucked on his nipples as she pushed her hands under the elastic waistband of his lounge pants, her kisses and wanton touches inflaming his senses. She felt him shiver.
‘Sandra…Sandra.’
‘You started this!’ she gasped as she felt his state of arousal, what had happened at the game bringing them both to this moment. ‘You’re like this because of me?’
‘Yes…I know…how I know how it must look to you!’ He tried to break free of her questing touches, felt her breasts caress his skin as she stood so very close to him.
‘Don’t resist me…not after what you have just done. Don’t be shy, Tommy…you wonder. What you’ve got is nothing that I haven’t seen before.’ She heard his soft gasp as her hands clamped on his hard length, cupped his sac. ‘You’re…you are strong and heavy…and I want all of it.’
Tommy bent to kiss her in new ways for them, as lovers would.
She felt his penis stir in her questing hands; did not resist him as he pulled her nightdress up, over her body, before he embraced her. He kissed again, hungrily, her parted lips before she drew his head down to her breasts and felt him suckle upon them like a hungering babe, his fingers on her belly before moving to tug on her coarse hair. She clamped her hands upon him, stroked his length to the very tip before she lightly rushed her thumbs over it.
‘I…I want you! I want everything with you…now!’ he gasped, on trying to still her claims upon him. They stood naked in the kitchen, claimed what could be touched and kissed, or sucked upon. ‘I…I can’t wait…Sandra…you wonder.’
‘We’re alone as far as it’s possible…so don’t worry, darling. What you feel and want from me is perfectly normal…between a man and woman. Forget who we are to each other…and take me to bed.’
Sandra embraced him, klasbahis güvenilirmi felt his hands on her hips before Tommy drew her against him. He lifted her until she wrapped her legs around his waist, met his hungering kisses once more and she squirmed as his fingers found her; parted slicked lips and entered her body and moved slowly.
She rose and fell on them, her moist heat gripping his fingers as they moved in slow questing caresses that opened the way to him.
‘So strong! How can you do this?’ She kissed his upturned face; shivered in response to his wayward searching claims on her body. ‘How can we ever explain this…what is happening?’
‘I can be here for you…and we live in crazy times…learn who we are,’ he kissed, burying his face between her breasts, then moving to offer sucking caresses to their tips. ‘You are a woman to me…one whom I want to be with and love.’
He carried Sandra into his bedroom, and they fell on the bed; squirmed as each sought what the other brought to their sight and touch; frantically pursued their raging, impetuous claims on each other.
3
Only a bedside light was on.
Sandra kissed him hungrily as she fumbled; sought to guide his long, bloated, arcing penis into her body; felt his fingers part her pussy lips and moaned through their kisses. She breathed in quickening gasps as he entered and soon set a questing, sinuous, plunging and wrenching rhythm that stretched her until he could go no further, and their hips crashed against the other; the heat of their skins inflaming the senses.
She called out in gasps of encouragement; met his smiling look upon her before she wrapped her legs around his hips and started bucking wildly. She dragged on him as best as his movements allowed and as she wanted.
He slowed his pace and waited until she had calmed down and her panted efforts lessening, the grip of her fingers to his buttocks slowing him further but keeping him so deep in her wonderful body and her slicked, clamping heat. How he loved her tugging, wrenching claims.
Sandra gazed up and into his wondering eyes. How she missed such a look upon her body. ‘Lie down…lie down for me!’
Tommy nodded. He chose to do as she asked and would be able to delight in the sway of her breasts and to take them in his mouth as she rode him; her words of pleasure on having him claimed so deep in her body expressed on gasps of renewed effort.
Sandra looked down at him. She shivered in response to the featherlight caresses of his fingers over her body before they joined hers in caressing her pussy lips or they pricked the base of his shaft. It provoked him to lift his hips from the bed only for her to slam down on him.
‘Oh…oh Jeez…Sandra!’
His claims to her breasts were overwhelmed by the gnawing ache in his belly. He rose to embrace her even as he felt the urge to cum…to concede and allow his lust for her to erupt and fill her. She continued to tug on him; to move her hips as she gave her young lover no reprieve. She hungered for them to continue in their claims upon each other.
Sandra heard his groans. ‘Fill me, you darling…fill me! You feel wonderful…and so deep in me!’
That did it for him; her brazen demands only just heard before he burst and felt the tingling, spurting rushes as Sandra’s orgasm overwhelmed her. She leant forward and had him plug her as he bucked his hips and pursued his pleasure with fearsome thrusts of his feet on the bed, his hands gripping her hips to keep her impaled on him.
‘You wonder…wonder!’ he gasped, brushing his fingers through Sandra’s hair and meeting her soft smile of satisfaction before she lay down on him. ‘Can…can you stay here with me…a while longer?’
Sandra pressed her lips to his mouth. He felt her smile.
‘No, sorry…you know that’s not possible. The risk is too great, my darlin’…though after that I’d sure want to stay and fuck a while longer.’ She smiled through their kisses. ‘I know, t’s not a mother’s talk…but then I’ve not behaved as a mother should…have I?’
‘I’m to blame too…’
‘Yes, perhaps that’s so…I only thought of this. You wanted to do it…’ She kept him in her as they rolled over, and she drew his face to her breasts and shivered with pleasure as he offered sucking kisses upon them. Sandra gloried in what he continued to do as their lust slowly ebbed away. ‘How can I let you go when you make me feel like this?’
Tommy wanted her, the company she offered and her slender, full-breasted body, the wondering look of his eyes and words of dismay, that she would concede to his wishes, replaced by wanton words of pleasure and encouragement. Whatever youthful imaginings he may have had of her, an older woman and mother, had been made a glorious and astonishing reality.
She needed that reassurance.
‘I’ve got to go, darlin’…can’t risk staying a moment longer.’ She leant over him, brushed the tips of her aching breasts over his skin. ‘There will be other times I hope…when we can be company for each other.’
‘In ways that wreck everything…!’ He moved from the bed as she did. He shuddered with renewed longing for this woman’s body as he saw her bend forward and grab her nightgown off the floor. ‘Jeez…you’re so beautiful!’