Jennifer looked up at me. The top of her head reached the bottom of my chin. Just then Desmond stepped back into the kitchen and froze when he saw us. I stepped back. “Desmond? Can you run Jennifer home to get more of her wine?”
Desmond stared at me and then Jennifer. “How many bottles have you had already?”
“Only two,” pouted Jennifer. She still had her hand on my lower back. Even after I moved away.
Desmond was looking at that arm and hand. I felt like I had been caught in something I didn’t understand. He had changed into more of the same clothes, but his blond hair was still wet and slicked back. He smiled that easy smile of his and my heart raced, and my breath caught. Jennifer looked up at me suddenly and then away.
“It will only take a minute,” said Jennifer and released me and walked toward the door. “It will give me a chance to show you my house. Your mom says you’re quite the handyman.”
Desmond nodded. “If they don’t find you handsome, they should at least find you handy.”
“Red Green?”
Desmond blinked. “Wow, didn’t think you would get that one.”
“I’m a woman of mystery,” she purred and arrived at the front door. She slipped her shoes on her feet. “Let’s go. Jessica? We won’t be long. Thanks for this. For the first time, I feel pretty good, and I don’t mean the wine.”
Desmond led her out to his truck, closing the door behind him.
No sooner had I heard the truck start up, then I was running into my son’s room. I grabbed the teddy bear and ran into my bedroom. I pulled out my aged laptop, found a cable and plugged the bear in. I wasn’t completely illiterate with technology and soon had the contents of the bear on my screen.
I fast forwarded the video until I saw Desmond walk into his room. I pressed play.
What am I doing? This is a huge breach of privacy. Desmond will never forgive me if he found out. This is… This is a terrible thing I’m doing.
I didn’t stop.
I watched Desmond undress like I was some teenager in heat, my breath panting. I was fully aware that I was his mother and that I shouldn’t be doing this. But I had to see. I had to. I had to feed my curiosity. Once I knew, I could go back to normal. His back was turned to the camera, but I saw the muscles on his back as he ripped his shirt off and tossed it into his laundry hamper. They rippled and undulated with power. Next came his jeans, and his perfect ass pushed toward the camera. My God, I thought. It’s a perfect ass.
Then he grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slid it down past his hips. His naked ass thrust back at me, and his gorgeous firm ass cheeks were in full display. I could see only darkness in the crack of his ass and growled and moaned at the same time. Then on camera he turned toward his door, and I paused the video, holding my breath.
There on the laptop was the image of my son’s beautiful, gorgeous, uncircumcised penis. He was about four inches soft. I could see massive pendulous balls dangling from him. I stared in absolute awe. He was hung. It was a beautiful penis.
I wiped at my mouth; my eyes glued to the image. I reversed the image and then let it play. I watched his penis being exposed and then walk out of the frame. It swung on him as he walked. My husband’s cock had just kind of stood there and had been half the size if I was any judge. I saved the video to my laptop and disconnected the camera.
I was trembling. I loved my son’s penis. It was a work of art. The image was seared into my brain and lighting up all those feelings a woman has for a man. They say women aren’t visual. That’s a lie. I most certainly was. I was trembling because now that I had seen it… I knew. I knew what I wanted next.
“You want it inside you, don’t you?” I whispered to myself. My pussy answered with a delightful feeling of warmth. Shame and guilt flooded me, and I held my head.
When the front door opened and Jennifer and Desmond walked in, I was back in the sunroom, watching the sinking sun. We had about two hours left of daylight.
“Mom? We’re back!”
“Out here, hon! I put the leftovers back in the oven. They weren’t quite heated through.”
“I grabbed a few more bottles of wine,” declared Jennifer, then she walked into the kitchen brandishing three bottles with two hands. She set then on the counter and opened the first one.
I smiled as she filled my glass and then filled hers. She clinked her glass to mine. “I am sooo happy I met you today. Your son is a Godsend. He was already familiar with my house; did you know that? Says he used to help Old Man Cooper now and then.” I had known that but though it inconsequential. “Desmond says he’ll be happy to help out on the weekends. And some nights.”
“Good. I’m glad. He’s run out of things to do around here, and I think he was ready to start breaking things just so he could fix them.”
“Nah,” said Desmond, stepping into the kitchen. “You’d kill me. Lots of land to bury a bad son in.”
“Come here, baby,” I said to him, and he came over. “Lean down.” And he did. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. A motherly kiss. Nothing more. I was not imagining his cock. “You’re a good son.” What I meant in my head was, I love your penis.
Desmond looked at me and didn’t move away. He gave me a quick kiss back, surprising me. “And you’re the best mother a son could ever hope for.” He stood up and went to check on the stove.
Jennifer was back in her spot. She was watching me. “Lucky girl,” she said quietly to me.
I was surprised by her comment. That wasn’t something you say to a mother about her boy. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she simply smiled and shook her head.
“My buzz is gone,” she said, and I felt the mood grow lighter. “Here’s to more wine!”
“Here, here!” I shouted.
Desmond responded by cracking a can of beer and grinned at us.
“Is he old enough to drink?” asked Jennifer, playfully.
“In my house, yes,” I purred. “In two months, he’ll be perfectly legal to drink.”
“Just a baby still,” replied Jennifer and smirked at Desmond.
Desmond stood easy and glanced between us. “Great, stuck in the house with two cougars.”
“Desmond!” I cried in false outrage. Inside my heart was pounding again. I knew what a cougar was. And I certainly wasn’t one but having Desmond call me that had me flashing back to the image of his penis on my laptop.
The stove timer went off, and I suddenly felt like I had just escaped something.
“Be a dear and get that out, I’ll get the plates.” Oh yes, get that out.
Soon we were seated and enjoying yesterday’s supper. It was just as good. The meat was still juicy and tender. Jennifer gushed over it.
“I’ve noticed the meat here is so much better than in the city, why is that?”
Desmond answered her. “We send the shit meat to the city and keep the good stuff to ourselves.”
When Desmond saw that Jennifer believed him, he laughed. I saw the effect that laugh had on Jennifer. She liked it and her face lit up. I felt a pang of jealousy hit me.
“No, not really. We do keep the choicest cuts. And we age it a little longer. We eat a lot of red meat out here. Not much call for sushi when the nearest ocean is five hours away by plane. Chicken, pork, and cow. The three food groups.”