After dinner, Jean grabbed Josh’s arm, pulling him to the living room. She turned on something mindless on the TV and directed him to lay down on the couch. When he had, she lay in front of him, putting her back against his chest.
“Cuddling is allowed,” she said.
He drew her back tight, wrapping his arm over her middle. They fit together perfectly, her head on his arm. Over the next hour, Josh’s hand roamed over her body, while she lay there and let him. He put his hand under her shirt, rubbing her belly. He went up further, cupping her breasts in turn, thumbing her nipple through her bra. Occasionally he would grab her hip and pull her butt into his groin, letting her feel the lump there. She always pushed her butt into him to increase the pressure he felt.
This was the kind of thing Jean had been missing. To be desired, held, and yes, groped.
When it came time for Chuck to get home, they separated, her in the living room, and him in his room. Probably to jerk off, she knew. She’d help him with it, but they needed to try and calm things down a little.
Chuck did come home, looking tired and grumpy. He didn’t talk to Jean much, apart from letting her know the trip was successful. He didn’t ask after Josh, who didn’t emerge from his room. Jean thought she knew why. Chuck didn’t even mention her changed clothes.
Later, after Chuck was in bed, Jean tried to initiate sex with him, for her own sake. He rejected her, which she’d known he would, but she had had to give her husband a chance to reclaim his bride. This latest rejection was the final nail in the coffin of their marriage, as far as she was concerned.
She had a new beau now, just like Mrs. Johnson, except this landscaper lived in-house.
Jean thought about visiting him in his room but decided against it as just another temptation, one which could expose them and lead to dire consequences.
***
Josh lay in his bed, thinking of going and knocking on his parents’ door. He knew his mother would answer it, not his dad, and he had a plan to pull her from their room and take her back to his. His dad didn’t deserve her. In the end, he abandoned his plan and went to sleep with thoughts of how much better it would be if they didn’t have to worry about being caught.
In the morning his dad went to work as normal, not even taking one day off in lieu of his working weekend. Josh watched his mom retreat into her shell as all three got ready for their Monday. He despaired again at how sad she was around his dad after she’d spent the weekend happy and laughing.
Her shifts had changed again, matching his schedule, which meant she could drop him off at school. She was quiet and subdued.
He spent the day in a kind of funk. The only thing of interest was when Tommy joined the group at lunch. It was obvious he had big news and was practically bursting to tell someone. The guys knew him too well and didn’t take the bait. Eventually he had to spill it on his own when it was almost time to return to class.
“You guys suck,” he said, as he knew what they were doing.
“What? Why?” asked Allan, who wore a cheeky grin.
“You know why. I’ll tell you anyway. Did any of you see Josh’s mom when she dropped him off this morning?”
Mark and Jeff just exchanged glances and shook their heads, no. Josh didn’t look at anyone. He knew what was coming. She’d been dressed in one of her new outfits: pants to show off her ass and a v-neck blouse with plenty of cleavage. She’d gotten out of her car to give Josh a hug, and clearly Tommy had seen.
“She was dressed to the fucking nines, boys. I don’t know what she did, but I think she might be at the top of the rankings. Definitely above Allan’s mom.”
“What?” scoffed Jeff. “No way. Allan’s mom’s tits put her a cut above, we’ve all discussed this.”
“You don’t understand, Josh’s mom has big tits now too.”
Jeff and Allan looked at Josh for confirmation. He didn’t meet their gazes, which was just as much of a ‘yes’ as if he’d said the word.
“No fucking way. Josh has a MILF?” said Jeff. “This I have got to see. Is she picking you up from school today, Josh?”
Josh shrugged one shoulder. No point in denying it, they’d be joining him after school to check, regardless.
“Nice. See you after school, boys. Be ready for a vote,” said Tommy.
The bell rang a couple of hours later, and Josh found himself surrounded by his friends as they walked to the pick-up zone. He had debated trying to talk them out of it but knew it wouldn’t work.
When they got to the area, he spotted his car and walked over, the gaggle following, all peering their heads to try and get an early glimpse in the car window. When Josh got to the car, he jumped into the passenger seat quickly, saying, “Drive!”
It was no use. His mom smiled at him and when she saw the boys hanging at the window she lowered it from her controls.
“Hey boys, how was school,” she asked.
“Great Mrs. Martin,” all four chorussed. Josh tried to hit the button for the window but Tommy poked his head in, preventing it from moving.
“Just a great day, today, Mrs. Martin. Lovely to see you,” said Tommy. Jeff, Allan, and Mark’s nods behind him showed their agreement.
“Okay, well, we gotta go, we’ll see you tomorrow,” said Josh.
“You bet. Looking forward to seeing you again, Mrs. Martin,” said Jeff, as the car pulled away.
Josh could feel his mom look at him as she drove away. “What was that all about?” she asked.
Josh mumbled an answer, but she asked him to repeat it, so he said, “They wanted to check out your new look.”
“Oh? Were you bragging about me?” she asked, and he looked up to see her smile.
“No, Tommy saw you drop me off and told the others. They’re horndogs.”
“Aha. Well, they’re not the only ones,” she said, grinning.
Josh smiled back, happy to see she wasn’t mad. Just then his phone dinged for a new message.
“Is that them? What do they say?” asked his mom.
He groaned internally, but said, “They voted, you’re the new top MILF.”
Silence reigned in the car for several moments. He hoped she would take it as a compliment. The old mom would have freaked out, but maybe the new mom would take it in stride.
She broke the silence by asking, “What do you think?”
“What do I think?” he repeated dumbly.
“Yeah. What’s your vote?”
“We don’t get to vote on our own moms.”
“But if you could vote?”
Josh looked up at her again and said, “You’ve always been top MILF, Mom.”
She coloured, red rising in her cheeks as she drove. “Thank you, son, that means a lot,” she said, in a tight voice.
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