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Chapter 5
Chris was still filled with emotions the following Saturday. He sat at the breakfast table in a tee shirt and jogging shorts eating a bowl of cereal thinking about what he should do. His anger had only grown during the week and he knew that it would eat at him until he said something.
"Good morning Chris," Allison said as came into the kitchen and went over to make her morning cup of coffee.
"Morning," he mumbled in reply.
She set the coffee maker and turned to Chris. "Chris, we have to talk," she said firmly. However, inside she felt anything but firm.
Chris looked up at his mother and said, "Yes we do."
His response surprised Allison. She was the one that needed to talk to him... talk to him about his peeping on her and using her panties to masturbate with. It was a delicate subject, but it needed to be discussed.
Before Allison could react, Chris said, "I saw you."
"What?" Allison answered looking at him curiously.
"I saw you and... and... the guy you were with."
A foreboding feeling cascaded over Allison. "What are you talking about? What guy?"
"I came home last Friday night because Jeff was sick with the flu."
"You... you what? What are you saying?" she asked, her voice raising several tones.
When Chris heard what he thought was defiance in her voice he said, "Come on Mom, I came back into the house and you and that guy were on the sofa in the family room having sex."
Allison's head was suddenly spinning. She had to think. This was the last thing she expected. She steadied herself, calling on every bit of nerve that she could muster. Knowing that the best defense was a good offense she responded with as much force as she could, "You were spying on me?"
Chris laughed. It wasn't a humorous laugh. "You're bitching about me spying on you when you were fucking some stranger?"
"Don't you use that language around me young man," she said angrily, placing her hands on her hips. However, inside she was melting. Her stomach was tied up in a knot and she found it hard to breathe.
"You're incredible mother."
"I saw you too," she returned.
"Saw me what?"
"I saw you spying on me when I was naked in my room. Don't you deny it?"
Chris felt his face flush.
"I also saw you in the bathroom with my panties. What kind of pervert jerks off into his mother's soiled panties?"
Suddenly Chris was on the defense. What he had done was perverted and he had no excuse.
"What do you have to say about that?" Allison pressed.
"Noth... nothing," he choked. Then suddenly he realized what she had done. "Wait a minute," he yelled. "I may have jerked off into your panties and spied on you, but I didn't suck some guy's cock and fuck him behind Dad's back. What do you have to say about that?"
"I told you to watch your language," she responded in a scream. She knew she was in a weak position, but she had nothing else.
Chris was emboldened by her lame response. "Are you a 'nasty cock sucker,' mother?" he said. He knew that he had made a big mistake the second the words were out of his mouth.
Allison's hand flew out to hit him across the face, turning his head to the side, and leaving a hand print on his cheek. A small cut formed at his lip.
Tears appeared in his eyes from the power of the blow. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Suddenly he turned and stormed out of the room and upstairs.
Allison stood frozen in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never raised her hand to her son. Suddenly she broke into uncontrollable sobs and staggered over to a chair and sat down. The only good thing was that Bradley was playing golf this morning.
Chris was on his bed with stereo headphones on when he heard a tapping at the door. He ignored it.
Allison tapped on the door again and then pushed it open. She walked slowly into the room.
Chris glanced at her and could see that her eyes were wet with tears. He stared up at the ceiling, ignoring her.
She walked over and sat down on the corner of Chris's bed. She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex and stared at a poster-covered wall, remaining silent, but for an occasional sob. Finally she spoke. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Chris heard her, but still chose not to respond. He didn't know what to say anyway.
Allison finally looked at her son. She saw his eyes on hers for a second, but he they turned away quickly. "I'm sorry about hitting you and about... about everything." She broke into heavy sobbing.
Chris sucked in a deep breath and took off his headphones. He looked at his crying mother, wondering what he could possibly say. He felt his anger fade as his heart melted with her tears. Finally he summoned up enough courage to speak. "I'm sorry I called you a nasty coc... uh... those names," he whispered.
"Thank you," she whispered, drying her eyes again. She conjured up enough nerve to ask the question that had been on her mind the entire time. "Are... are you... are you going to tell your father."
Although Chris knew that the question was coming, he still wasn't prepared to answer. He didn't know what he was going to do. "I don't know," he said honestly.
The two fell silent for a long time. Finally, Chris spoke again; his voice was strained with thinly veiled emotions. "Why? Why did you do it Mom?"
"It's a long story." She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming.
"I've got time. Tell me." Chris's voice was softer. It was more of a request then an order.
Allison got up and walked over to the window and looked out. It had started to rain. That would mean that Bradley might be coming home from the golf course soon. "This weather has been crazy lately," she said idly.
"Fine, then don't tell me then," Chris said.
Allison came back over to the bed and sat next to Chris. She reached for his hand, which he pulled away. She persisted, pulling his hand to her lap. She sighed. "Chris I've made some big mistakes in my life, but having an affair was the biggest. It started about a year ago. I never wanted it to happen... never planned it. I wasn't looking for someone. She paused for a moment and caught her breath. "After your father had his by-pass two years ago, he lost all desire for me. He was never all that interested in sex, but with the medicine and such, he lost the little interest that he had."
Chris suddenly wondered if he really wanted to hear this.
"Your father is a lot older than me, but I am still in my prime... sexually speaking."
"Oh Jesus," Chris said.
"You said you wanted to hear this. Do you want me to stop?" Allison squeezed Chris's hand, half hoping that he would say yes.
There was no going back now. "No. Go on," he said.
"Well, about a year ago, I met Jason at a business function. We talked and had a few drinks... I guess more than a few. The next thing I know is that I'm in his car and we're kissing. One thing led to another and well, we started an affair."
"That sounds too simple to me," Chris said. "There has to be more to it."
"It is pretty simple, but it always gets complicated." Allison wiped her eyes again. "That's how it started. I just needed someone to hold me... someone to make me feel like I was needed.... like I was a desirable woman." Allison started to sob again. "A woman needs to know that she's needed... loved."
"Dad was that cold to you?"
"Not always. Don't get me wrong, your Dad has been good to me. He has worked hard... maybe too hard.
"You've worked hard to Mother. You've built a great career." Chris wasn't sure why he said that. It was almost as if he were defending her.
"Thank you. That means a lot to me," she said, squeezing his hand again and smiling through her tears. "I was na‹ve when we got married. I know I wasn't much of a lover. Your Dad was my first." Allison sighed again and looked at the rain now hitting the window hard.
"Do you love Dad?"
"Yes. And I'm sure he loves me."
"Obviously that wasn't enough."
"Love changes. In the early days it is filled with excitement and... and sex, but as time goes on, it changes. Unfortunately, as people get older, their desires sometimes wane. Your father's have, mine haven't. That complicates things. It is true that love is critical in marriage, but it's not the only thing. There has to be sex. Sex is important in any relationship."
Chris nodded his head. He could understand that. From his limited experience, he knew that sex was important. It was the one thing that was in his head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Allison suddenly got an almost dreamy look in her eyes. "When Jason came along, I was at a low point. The doctors said that your Dad could have some depression, but I never anticipated how bad it was going to be. I'm sure you didn't notice, but he barely spoke to me. Eventually I got lonely. And, then Jason comes along. It was just a fling at first. The sex wasn't all that spectacular the first time... like in a lot of relationships. However, as we got to know each other, it changed. He started to do things... things that I would have never thought of doing. He started to tell me to do things. Like calling me at the office and ordering me to take my panties off... right there while he was on the phone."
Chris felt an unwanted tingle in his groin. His mouth was suddenly very dry and his heart was thumping. He almost told her to stop.
"He made me masturbate at my desk with people walking up and down the hall outside my office. He took me to restaurants and fingered me until I climaxed while sitting at the table." Allison paused and looked at Chris. She saw that his face had grown red. "Is this what you want?"
"Uh... yes... go on." His penis twitched.
Allison got up and walked over to the window again.
Chris's eyes followed her. She had on a skirt that was tight on her buttocks and short on her thighs. On top she had a low cut long sleeved sweater, revealing the cleavage of her breasts. He figured that she had been dressed to go shopping or something. It was sexy, but not overtly.
"I wish the sun would come back out," she said as the rain blew against the window. When she turned around, her nipples were hard and pressing through the sweater. She leaned back against the windowsill and looked thoughtful.
Chris felt his penis begin to harden as he stared at her. He almost moaned at his lack of control.
"Over time, we got bolder. One time he made love to me on a ferryboat with people all around us. He had me up against the side rail and lifted my skirt and slipped inside. I was almost touching the arm of a woman next to me. He also taught me how to give oral sex. We did that everywhere. I once sucked him off in a glass elevator as we were riding up to our room."
Chris swallowed hard. "Nasty cock sucker, nasty cock sucker," he thought and his penis twitched.
"Your father... Bradley never cared much for giving or receiving oral sex."
"I saw you swallow his cum," Chris blurted and then thought, "Did I just say that?"
"Yes I did," she said, unable to deny it since he had obviously seen it happen. "I've grown to love it. Some women don't. I'm not sure what it is about oral sex or semen that turns me on so much. Maybe it's because I'm in control. I pretty much decide when my lover cums." Again Allison paused and closed her eyes for a moment as if reliving some encounter. "Jason even taught me to love... love anal sex."
"Anal sex," Chris almost screamed.
Allison flushed. "Yes," she whispered. "I stopped taking the pill a couple of years ago. I figured it didn't matter since Bradley and I weren't having sex anyway. Because of that, Jason couldn't cum in my... uh puss... uh vagina." Allison looked at her son and said, "Are you still okay with this?"
"Go on," he answered quickly.
"Well since I wouldn't let him cum in me, I made up for it by letting him have my ass. At first it was painful, but as I got used to it, I grew to love it." Again Allison paused and looked at her son. She almost thought she saw a look of wonder on his face. "Anyway, we've had sex in my office, in his office, in my car, in his car, almost anywhere you could imagine. The only place we hadn't done it was in my own bed."
"So much for that," Chris said. It was meant to be flippant and light, but it came out angrily.
"I'm sorry about that. I feel so guilty." Allison came back over to the bed and sat down. She took Chris's hand again. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Instead of answering Chris said, "Do you love him?"
Allison got a strange look on her face. "Jason? Of course not. He's happily married with two small k**s. It was just sex. You know about that don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Are... are you and Melissa sexually active?"
Chris barely realized the conversation had turned to him. "Yes... well, in a way."
Allison smiled. "What 'way'?"
"Uh... I mean I do her... you know with my mouth, but she doesn't do me. She gives me hand jobs, but says sucking is dirty."
"That's a switch. Most of the time it is the other way around. Girls will suck boys, but they won't reciprocate."
"I guess I'm different. I love to do it." Suddenly his face turned red. "This is embarrassing Mom. Guys don't talk to their mother's like this."
Allison smiled again. "Well, let's be different. If you can't talk to your mom, whom can you talk to?" She laughed for the first time. "Chris, I'm sorry again about hitting you. Also, I was out of line calling you that name... you know... pervert. I didn't really mean it. I know that you are a young man with raging hormones so I guess it's not that unusual that you would want to look at me or... or you know... use my panties." It was Allison's turn to turn red.
Chris's face flushed as well.
"So where do we go from here?" she asked.
"I'm not going to tell Dad, if that's what you mean."
Allison closed her eyes and sighed in relief. "Thank you sweetheart. I'm not going to see Jason any more," she said. Tears formed in her eyes again. "Can I have a hug?" She opened her arms.
Chris scooted forward on the bed and wrapped his arms around his mother. Suddenly he could feel her soft breasts against his chest and smell the scent of her hair. His penis began to twitch again. By the time they pulled apart, his jogging shorts had a tent in them.
Allison realized that Chris was uncomfortable and she looked down and saw the reason. She wasn't really surprised to see that he had an erection. She smiled and shook her head as if he were a naughty boy.
"Sorry," Chris said in embarrassment.
"We'll have to talk about that too," she said, glancing down at his groin.
"Uh... sure," he answered, not really sure what "that" meant.
Allison got up to walk out of the room. As she did she turned back to Chris and saw his eyes on her ass. "Is this skirt too tight on me? I think I've gained a little weight," she said as innocently as she could.
"Uh... no, it looks great... I mean... you have a great as... uh... you know... backside."
"Thanks sweetie. You can say ass," she said with a wide smile. She came back over to him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips. "Do you have any interest in going shopping with me? I need some new things." She had her arms on his shoulders and was but inches from his face, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Chris said. "I mean... I don't have anything planned today."
Allison was surprised by his answer because she knew that shopping was the last thing a teenager wanted to do. "Get ready and I will see you downstairs in a few minutes." She kissed him on the lips again, but this time it lasted a little longer... just a second longer than it should have. Then she looked at the small cut on his lip. "I'm sorry about that," she said and touched his lip with her fingers. Then she kissed the spot tenderly, then his lips again. Incredibly, her tongue came out without her thinking and she touched his lips with the tip. When she realized what she had done, she pulled away quickly. Then she looked down again and saw still the throbbing tent in his shorts. She leaned over close to his ear and whispered, "There are some panties in my hamper." But then quickly added, "Actually the red ones that will be there tonight will be fresher." She laughed when Chris's face turned red. She hadn't realized how much fun it was to tease him.
"Mommmmmm!!!" Chris whined, yet his heart was thumping in his chest.
Chris was still filled with emotions the following Saturday. He sat at the breakfast table in a tee shirt and jogging shorts eating a bowl of cereal thinking about what he should do. His anger had only grown during the week and he knew that it would eat at him until he said something.
"Good morning Chris," Allison said as came into the kitchen and went over to make her morning cup of coffee.
"Morning," he mumbled in reply.
She set the coffee maker and turned to Chris. "Chris, we have to talk," she said firmly. However, inside she felt anything but firm.
Chris looked up at his mother and said, "Yes we do."
His response surprised Allison. She was the one that needed to talk to him... talk to him about his peeping on her and using her panties to masturbate with. It was a delicate subject, but it needed to be discussed.
Before Allison could react, Chris said, "I saw you."
"What?" Allison answered looking at him curiously.
"I saw you and... and... the guy you were with."
A foreboding feeling cascaded over Allison. "What are you talking about? What guy?"
"I came home last Friday night because Jeff was sick with the flu."
"You... you what? What are you saying?" she asked, her voice raising several tones.
When Chris heard what he thought was defiance in her voice he said, "Come on Mom, I came back into the house and you and that guy were on the sofa in the family room having sex."
Allison's head was suddenly spinning. She had to think. This was the last thing she expected. She steadied herself, calling on every bit of nerve that she could muster. Knowing that the best defense was a good offense she responded with as much force as she could, "You were spying on me?"
Chris laughed. It wasn't a humorous laugh. "You're bitching about me spying on you when you were fucking some stranger?"
"Don't you use that language around me young man," she said angrily, placing her hands on her hips. However, inside she was melting. Her stomach was tied up in a knot and she found it hard to breathe.
"You're incredible mother."
"I saw you too," she returned.
"Saw me what?"
"I saw you spying on me when I was naked in my room. Don't you deny it?"
Chris felt his face flush.
"I also saw you in the bathroom with my panties. What kind of pervert jerks off into his mother's soiled panties?"
Suddenly Chris was on the defense. What he had done was perverted and he had no excuse.
"What do you have to say about that?" Allison pressed.
"Noth... nothing," he choked. Then suddenly he realized what she had done. "Wait a minute," he yelled. "I may have jerked off into your panties and spied on you, but I didn't suck some guy's cock and fuck him behind Dad's back. What do you have to say about that?"
"I told you to watch your language," she responded in a scream. She knew she was in a weak position, but she had nothing else.
Chris was emboldened by her lame response. "Are you a 'nasty cock sucker,' mother?" he said. He knew that he had made a big mistake the second the words were out of his mouth.
Allison's hand flew out to hit him across the face, turning his head to the side, and leaving a hand print on his cheek. A small cut formed at his lip.
Tears appeared in his eyes from the power of the blow. His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Suddenly he turned and stormed out of the room and upstairs.
Allison stood frozen in shock. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never raised her hand to her son. Suddenly she broke into uncontrollable sobs and staggered over to a chair and sat down. The only good thing was that Bradley was playing golf this morning.
Chris was on his bed with stereo headphones on when he heard a tapping at the door. He ignored it.
Allison tapped on the door again and then pushed it open. She walked slowly into the room.
Chris glanced at her and could see that her eyes were wet with tears. He stared up at the ceiling, ignoring her.
She walked over and sat down on the corner of Chris's bed. She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex and stared at a poster-covered wall, remaining silent, but for an occasional sob. Finally she spoke. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Chris heard her, but still chose not to respond. He didn't know what to say anyway.
Allison finally looked at her son. She saw his eyes on hers for a second, but he they turned away quickly. "I'm sorry about hitting you and about... about everything." She broke into heavy sobbing.
Chris sucked in a deep breath and took off his headphones. He looked at his crying mother, wondering what he could possibly say. He felt his anger fade as his heart melted with her tears. Finally he summoned up enough courage to speak. "I'm sorry I called you a nasty coc... uh... those names," he whispered.
"Thank you," she whispered, drying her eyes again. She conjured up enough nerve to ask the question that had been on her mind the entire time. "Are... are you... are you going to tell your father."
Although Chris knew that the question was coming, he still wasn't prepared to answer. He didn't know what he was going to do. "I don't know," he said honestly.
The two fell silent for a long time. Finally, Chris spoke again; his voice was strained with thinly veiled emotions. "Why? Why did you do it Mom?"
"It's a long story." She wiped her eyes, but the tears kept coming.
"I've got time. Tell me." Chris's voice was softer. It was more of a request then an order.
Allison got up and walked over to the window and looked out. It had started to rain. That would mean that Bradley might be coming home from the golf course soon. "This weather has been crazy lately," she said idly.
"Fine, then don't tell me then," Chris said.
Allison came back over to the bed and sat next to Chris. She reached for his hand, which he pulled away. She persisted, pulling his hand to her lap. She sighed. "Chris I've made some big mistakes in my life, but having an affair was the biggest. It started about a year ago. I never wanted it to happen... never planned it. I wasn't looking for someone. She paused for a moment and caught her breath. "After your father had his by-pass two years ago, he lost all desire for me. He was never all that interested in sex, but with the medicine and such, he lost the little interest that he had."
Chris suddenly wondered if he really wanted to hear this.
"Your father is a lot older than me, but I am still in my prime... sexually speaking."
"Oh Jesus," Chris said.
"You said you wanted to hear this. Do you want me to stop?" Allison squeezed Chris's hand, half hoping that he would say yes.
There was no going back now. "No. Go on," he said.
"Well, about a year ago, I met Jason at a business function. We talked and had a few drinks... I guess more than a few. The next thing I know is that I'm in his car and we're kissing. One thing led to another and well, we started an affair."
"That sounds too simple to me," Chris said. "There has to be more to it."
"It is pretty simple, but it always gets complicated." Allison wiped her eyes again. "That's how it started. I just needed someone to hold me... someone to make me feel like I was needed.... like I was a desirable woman." Allison started to sob again. "A woman needs to know that she's needed... loved."
"Dad was that cold to you?"
"Not always. Don't get me wrong, your Dad has been good to me. He has worked hard... maybe too hard.
"You've worked hard to Mother. You've built a great career." Chris wasn't sure why he said that. It was almost as if he were defending her.
"Thank you. That means a lot to me," she said, squeezing his hand again and smiling through her tears. "I was na‹ve when we got married. I know I wasn't much of a lover. Your Dad was my first." Allison sighed again and looked at the rain now hitting the window hard.
"Do you love Dad?"
"Yes. And I'm sure he loves me."
"Obviously that wasn't enough."
"Love changes. In the early days it is filled with excitement and... and sex, but as time goes on, it changes. Unfortunately, as people get older, their desires sometimes wane. Your father's have, mine haven't. That complicates things. It is true that love is critical in marriage, but it's not the only thing. There has to be sex. Sex is important in any relationship."
Chris nodded his head. He could understand that. From his limited experience, he knew that sex was important. It was the one thing that was in his head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
Allison suddenly got an almost dreamy look in her eyes. "When Jason came along, I was at a low point. The doctors said that your Dad could have some depression, but I never anticipated how bad it was going to be. I'm sure you didn't notice, but he barely spoke to me. Eventually I got lonely. And, then Jason comes along. It was just a fling at first. The sex wasn't all that spectacular the first time... like in a lot of relationships. However, as we got to know each other, it changed. He started to do things... things that I would have never thought of doing. He started to tell me to do things. Like calling me at the office and ordering me to take my panties off... right there while he was on the phone."
Chris felt an unwanted tingle in his groin. His mouth was suddenly very dry and his heart was thumping. He almost told her to stop.
"He made me masturbate at my desk with people walking up and down the hall outside my office. He took me to restaurants and fingered me until I climaxed while sitting at the table." Allison paused and looked at Chris. She saw that his face had grown red. "Is this what you want?"
"Uh... yes... go on." His penis twitched.
Allison got up and walked over to the window again.
Chris's eyes followed her. She had on a skirt that was tight on her buttocks and short on her thighs. On top she had a low cut long sleeved sweater, revealing the cleavage of her breasts. He figured that she had been dressed to go shopping or something. It was sexy, but not overtly.
"I wish the sun would come back out," she said as the rain blew against the window. When she turned around, her nipples were hard and pressing through the sweater. She leaned back against the windowsill and looked thoughtful.
Chris felt his penis begin to harden as he stared at her. He almost moaned at his lack of control.
"Over time, we got bolder. One time he made love to me on a ferryboat with people all around us. He had me up against the side rail and lifted my skirt and slipped inside. I was almost touching the arm of a woman next to me. He also taught me how to give oral sex. We did that everywhere. I once sucked him off in a glass elevator as we were riding up to our room."
Chris swallowed hard. "Nasty cock sucker, nasty cock sucker," he thought and his penis twitched.
"Your father... Bradley never cared much for giving or receiving oral sex."
"I saw you swallow his cum," Chris blurted and then thought, "Did I just say that?"
"Yes I did," she said, unable to deny it since he had obviously seen it happen. "I've grown to love it. Some women don't. I'm not sure what it is about oral sex or semen that turns me on so much. Maybe it's because I'm in control. I pretty much decide when my lover cums." Again Allison paused and closed her eyes for a moment as if reliving some encounter. "Jason even taught me to love... love anal sex."
"Anal sex," Chris almost screamed.
Allison flushed. "Yes," she whispered. "I stopped taking the pill a couple of years ago. I figured it didn't matter since Bradley and I weren't having sex anyway. Because of that, Jason couldn't cum in my... uh puss... uh vagina." Allison looked at her son and said, "Are you still okay with this?"
"Go on," he answered quickly.
"Well since I wouldn't let him cum in me, I made up for it by letting him have my ass. At first it was painful, but as I got used to it, I grew to love it." Again Allison paused and looked at her son. She almost thought she saw a look of wonder on his face. "Anyway, we've had sex in my office, in his office, in my car, in his car, almost anywhere you could imagine. The only place we hadn't done it was in my own bed."
"So much for that," Chris said. It was meant to be flippant and light, but it came out angrily.
"I'm sorry about that. I feel so guilty." Allison came back over to the bed and sat down. She took Chris's hand again. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Instead of answering Chris said, "Do you love him?"
Allison got a strange look on her face. "Jason? Of course not. He's happily married with two small k**s. It was just sex. You know about that don't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I do."
"Are... are you and Melissa sexually active?"
Chris barely realized the conversation had turned to him. "Yes... well, in a way."
Allison smiled. "What 'way'?"
"Uh... I mean I do her... you know with my mouth, but she doesn't do me. She gives me hand jobs, but says sucking is dirty."
"That's a switch. Most of the time it is the other way around. Girls will suck boys, but they won't reciprocate."
"I guess I'm different. I love to do it." Suddenly his face turned red. "This is embarrassing Mom. Guys don't talk to their mother's like this."
Allison smiled again. "Well, let's be different. If you can't talk to your mom, whom can you talk to?" She laughed for the first time. "Chris, I'm sorry again about hitting you. Also, I was out of line calling you that name... you know... pervert. I didn't really mean it. I know that you are a young man with raging hormones so I guess it's not that unusual that you would want to look at me or... or you know... use my panties." It was Allison's turn to turn red.
Chris's face flushed as well.
"So where do we go from here?" she asked.
"I'm not going to tell Dad, if that's what you mean."
Allison closed her eyes and sighed in relief. "Thank you sweetheart. I'm not going to see Jason any more," she said. Tears formed in her eyes again. "Can I have a hug?" She opened her arms.
Chris scooted forward on the bed and wrapped his arms around his mother. Suddenly he could feel her soft breasts against his chest and smell the scent of her hair. His penis began to twitch again. By the time they pulled apart, his jogging shorts had a tent in them.
Allison realized that Chris was uncomfortable and she looked down and saw the reason. She wasn't really surprised to see that he had an erection. She smiled and shook her head as if he were a naughty boy.
"Sorry," Chris said in embarrassment.
"We'll have to talk about that too," she said, glancing down at his groin.
"Uh... sure," he answered, not really sure what "that" meant.
Allison got up to walk out of the room. As she did she turned back to Chris and saw his eyes on her ass. "Is this skirt too tight on me? I think I've gained a little weight," she said as innocently as she could.
"Uh... no, it looks great... I mean... you have a great as... uh... you know... backside."
"Thanks sweetie. You can say ass," she said with a wide smile. She came back over to him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the lips. "Do you have any interest in going shopping with me? I need some new things." She had her arms on his shoulders and was but inches from his face, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, sure," Chris said. "I mean... I don't have anything planned today."
Allison was surprised by his answer because she knew that shopping was the last thing a teenager wanted to do. "Get ready and I will see you downstairs in a few minutes." She kissed him on the lips again, but this time it lasted a little longer... just a second longer than it should have. Then she looked at the small cut on his lip. "I'm sorry about that," she said and touched his lip with her fingers. Then she kissed the spot tenderly, then his lips again. Incredibly, her tongue came out without her thinking and she touched his lips with the tip. When she realized what she had done, she pulled away quickly. Then she looked down again and saw still the throbbing tent in his shorts. She leaned over close to his ear and whispered, "There are some panties in my hamper." But then quickly added, "Actually the red ones that will be there tonight will be fresher." She laughed when Chris's face turned red. She hadn't realized how much fun it was to tease him.
"Mommmmmm!!!" Chris whined, yet his heart was thumping in his chest.
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