Sat cross-legged on my bed, I was carefully painting my toenails, focusing on the small, steady strokes of the brush to keep my mind occupied. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the polish brush swiping against my nails and the occasional rustle of my robe as I shifted to get a better angle. The air from the window cooled my damp skin, where the loose neckline of my pink robe slipped open slightly, leaving me feeling oddly exposed even in the comfort of my own room.
Then, the front door creaked open. My head snapped up, and I listened for a second before hearing the familiar shuffle of James’ uneven steps heading down the hall. My 18-year-old son, stumbling home again. Sixth night this week. Another late night, another round of drinking with his friends. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I set the little bottle of nail polish down on the bedside table, my frustration mingling with exhaustion.
I glanced at the clock—nearly 1 a.m. I gave my freshly painted toes a few minutes to dry before reaching for my dog-eared copy of Fifty Shades. The warm glow of the bedside lamp cast a soft light over the pages as I slid under the covers, eager to lose myself in someone else’s problems for a while. My thoughts softened, blurring into the story, the words soothing my restless mind as I sank deeper into the book.
Then my phone buzzed, loud in the quiet of the room. My brow furrowed as I reached for it, wondering who on earth would be texting me this late. When I picked it up, the name “James” flashed on the screen.
I blinked, my heart skipping for a moment. Why would he be texting me? He was literally just down the hall. A sudden flicker of concern ran through me. Had something happened?
Curious, I unlocked the phone and opened the message.
My stomach dropped.
This wasn’t meant for me. Oh, no.
My eyes widened, staring at the screen as my mind scrambled to process what I was seeing. The message was short, bold, and clearly not intended for a mother’s eyes. And the attached photo? My thumb fumbled as I slammed the phone shut, heat rushing to my cheeks like a tidal wave.
But I couldn’t stop myself. Against my better judgment, I unlocked it again, carefully avoiding the photo this time, and focused on the text instead:
“Why don’t you come over and have some fun on this?”
A winking wet emoji sat smugly at the end of the message. I swallowed hard, my stomach churning as my eyes flicked down to the thumbnail of the image. Whatever was in that photo, I wasn’t about to look again.
Let me tell you something: I went bright red—shocked, horrified, and embarrassed all at once. As for the photo? Well, let’s just say James was certainly… confident. And whatever he was packing? It sure as hell didn’t come from his father.
I sat there for a moment, staring at the phone, torn between laughing and burying myself under the covers in shame. Finally, I set the phone down and got out of bed, wrapping my robe tighter around me. I needed to check on him, if only to convince myself this was some weird fluke.
I knocked softly on his door before pushing it open. He was sprawled out on his bed, fully clothed, snoring like a chainsaw. Out cold. I shook my head, switching off his light and shutting the door quietly.
The next morning, the house was quiet when I came downstairs. James was at the kitchen counter, pouring himself a bowl of cereal, his hair a mess and his eyes puffy from what I assumed was a killer hangover.
“Rough night?” I asked casually, setting the kettle on to boil.
He grunted something unintelligible, rubbing the back of his neck as he sat down at the table.
“Sixth night out this week,” I added, raising an eyebrow as I leaned against the counter.
“Yeah, I know,” he muttered, shoveling a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “I’ll tone it down.”
I bit back a smirk, my mind flashing to the message from last night. If only he knew. Instead, I kept my expression neutral and focused on my tea, deciding there was no way in hell I was bringing it up.
Later that day at work, I found myself in the break room with Lisa, my closest friend and the one person I knew I could talk to about this without dying of embarrassment. She sat across from me, sipping her coffee as I stirred my tea, trying to find the words to start.
“Okay, so, you’re not going to believe what happened last night,” I finally said, glancing around to make sure no one else was within earshot.
Lisa raised an eyebrow, leaning in. “This sounds good already Debbie.”
I lowered my voice, feeling my cheeks heat just thinking about it. “James accidentally sent me a text that was meant for his girlfriend.”
Her eyes widened, and she nearly spit out her coffee. “Oh, no! What kind of text?”
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “The worst kind. Like, a ‘sext’ kind. There was a photo, Lisa. A photo.”
She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as her coffee wobbled in her hand. “Oh, my God! Are you serious? Go on, show me! Show me!”
“Shhh, bloody hell, keep it down!” I hissed, glancing around the break room nervously. A few of our co-workers were sitting at the far end, chatting about weekend plans, and the last thing I needed was anyone overhearing this conversation.
Lisa leaned in closer, her grin practically splitting her face. “Come on, you can’t drop a bomb like that and not let me see. You’re killing me here!”
I groaned, pressing my hands to my cheeks, which were burning so hot I was sure I resembled a tomato. “Lisa, it was bad. Like… really bad. I don’t think I can show you without spontaneously combusting from second hand shame.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” she teased, reaching out to nudge my arm. “It’s just us. I promise I won’t judge. I’ll probably just laugh.”
“That’s exactly the problem,” I muttered, shaking my head. But her eager expression didn’t waver, and I knew she wouldn’t let this go. With a resigned sigh, I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “Okay, fine, but if I hear so much as a single peep about this around the office, I’m disowning you.”
Lisa mimed zipping her lips, her eyes sparkling with glee.
Reluctantly, I opened the message thread and handed her the phone, carefully angling it so no one else could see. Her face was calm at first as she read the message, but the second she scrolled down and caught sight of the photo, her jaw dropped.
“Holy—” she started, then slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter. Her shoulders shook as she fought to keep it together, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
I buried my face in my hands, cringing into oblivion. “I told you it was bad.”
She wheezed, barely able to speak through her laughter. “I mean… wow. He’s huge, I’ll give him that.”
“Don’t,” I groaned, snatching the phone back and shoving it into my pocket. “It’s not funny. It’s horrifying. I couldn’t even look at him this morning without thinking about it. Why are we even still looking at it.” I locked my phone.
Lisa wiped tears from her eyes, her laughter echoing through the break room. “I’m sorry, but I can’t get over this. You’re telling me you woke up, saw that, and then had to make tea for him this morning like nothing happened? Oh, you’re a saint. I’d have burst out laughing in his face.”
“Lisa, I’m begging you, stop,” I whispered harshly, even though I couldn’t help the small, embarrassed smile creeping onto my face. “Do you know how hard it was to keep a straight face? I could barely look him in the eye! And the worst part is he has no idea.”
Lisa leaned forward, her grin practically feral. “Oh, but he’s going to figure it out sooner or later. And when he does…” She let out a low whistle. “I almost want to be there for that.”
I threw my hands up in exasperation. “Why do you think I’m keeping my mouth shut? I’m not about to have that conversation. Ever. He can die thinking I never saw it.”
She smirked, her eyes gleaming mischievously. “So, what was the rest of the text again? Something about ‘having fun on this?’”
“Oh, don’t,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands again. “The emojis made it so much worse. There was a wink and a water droplet. I don’t even want to think about it.”
“When is the last time you got laid anyway Debs,” she said.
“What you wanna know that for?” I said. “If you must know 2 years ago when I left his dad.”
Lisa let out a low whistle, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Two years? Debbie, that’s practically a drought. No wonder you’re all flustered over this,” she teased, her grin widening.
I rolled my eyes, grabbing my tea and taking a long sip. “I am not flustered. I’m mortified. There’s a difference, Lisa.”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself far too much. “Sure, sure. But honestly, I don’t know how you’re surviving. Two years is a long time, girl. No wonder Fifty Shades has been your bedtime companion. You need a real-life Christian Grey to—”
“Lisa!” I cut her off, feeling my cheeks heat up all over again. “Can we not make this about my sex life, or lack thereof?”
She shrugged, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. “Hey, I’m just saying, if you don’t want to end up sexting by accident like James, maybe it’s time to get back out there. Dust off the cobwebs, you know?”
I choked on my tea, setting the cup down quickly before I spilled it all over myself. “Cobwebs? Oh, my God. You’re a cheeky bitch.”
Lisa cackled, clutching her sides as she leaned back in her chair. “A cheeky bitch? Oh, please. You need me, Debs. I’m just here to keep you from becoming some lonely hermit with a stash of romance novels and an unopened bottle of wine collecting dust on the shelf.”
“Unopened? Excuse me, but the wine doesn’t last long enough to collect dust,” I shot back, smirking despite myself.
“Well, that’s even worse! Drinking alone, reading Fifty Shades? Babe, it’s a slippery slope,” she teased, wagging her finger at me.
I rolled my eyes, but my smile lingered. “You’re impossible. And I am not lonely. I just don’t feel the need to—how did you put it? Dust off the cobwebs?”
Lisa leaned forward, her voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. “Debbie. Two years. That’s not cobwebs; that’s an abandoned house. You need someone to come in with a duster. Maybe a whole renovation crew.”
I let out an exasperated laugh, shaking my head. “Why do I even tell you these things?”
“Because I’m your best friend, and you know I’m right.” She grinned, taking another sip of her coffee. “Seriously, though, what’s stopping you? It’s not like there’s a shortage of single guys out there. You’ve got plenty of options.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Like who? The creepy guy at the post office who winks at everyone? Or maybe the cashier at the petrol station who calls me ‘love’ in that weird way?”
“How about that in your inbox you could try…” I quickly cut her off.
“No way, he’s my son!” I hissed, leaning across the table to clamp a hand over Lisa’s mouth before she could finish that ridiculous sentence.
Lisa’s eyes widened with mock innocence over the rim of her coffee mug as she mumbled something incoherent against my palm.
I pulled my hand back, glaring at her. “I swear to God, if you even joke about that again—”
“Oh, come on!” Lisa said, laughing so hard she nearly spilled her coffee. “I was kidding, Debs. Relax. You’re so easy to wind up. I was just say it’s huge.”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I hissed, “Lisa!“
She was laughing so hard, tears were streaming down her cheeks. “What? I’m just saying, objectively speaking! I mean, come on, Debs, you saw it too. That thing is—well, let’s just say, the lad’s packing heat and I am pretty sure at 18 did you say he was, I am pretty sure he knows how to use it.” She waved her hands dramatically, as if outlining some invisible sculpture.
I stared at her, my jaw practically on the floor. “Lisa! Are you out of your damn mind? He’s my son!”
Lisa shrugged, utterly unapologetic, her grin stretching ear to ear. “I’m just saying, Debs! The kid’s got… let’s call it ‘natural gifts.’ And let’s not act like you didn’t notice, because you did.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice as though she were sharing some juicy secret. “The real crime is you told me Neil’s wasn’t much to talk about so, where did James get it from, huh?”
I gasped, my face going so red I thought I might actually pass out. “Lisa!” I hissed, nearly choking on my own embarrassment. “You’ve officially lost your mind! I’m not having this conversation with you.”
Lisa, of course, was utterly unfazed. She just leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her smirk as wide as ever. “Oh, come on, Debs. I’m just saying, you’ve gotta wonder. Maybe some rogue gene came out of nowhere. Or maybe…” She tilted her head, pretending to ponder. “Maybe you’ve got some stories you’re not telling me about back in the day.”
I buried my face in my hands, wishing the ground would swallow me whole. “You are insufferable.”
Lisa laughed, reaching across the table to pat my arm. “Relax, I’m kidding. Mostly. But you’ve gotta admit, it is a little weird. I mean, you’ve been very honest about Neil, and let’s just say… genetics don’t always explain everything.”
I groaned, shaking my head furiously. “We are not analysing my son’s DNA or his… attributes, Lisa! This is already the most mortifying thing I’ve ever experienced, and you’re making it so much worse.”
“Yet, it still on your phone,” she said as I froze, my eyes narrowing as I stared at her. “Excuse me?“
Lisa smirked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “Oh, don’t act like you haven’t thought about deleting it yet. The fact that it’s still sitting there on your phone, untouched, is all I need to know.”
“Lisa, I swear to God—” I hissed, feeling my face heat up again.
“What? I’m just saying!” She held her hands up defensively, but that damn grin of hers was impossible to ignore. “You don’t want to look at it again, but you’re also not quite ready to delete it. And that makes me wonder…”
“Wonder what?” I asked through gritted teeth, clutching my mug so hard I was sure the handle would snap off.
She leaned in, lowering her voice like we were sharing some scandalous secret. “Maybe you’re keeping it for your own personal use if you get me. Come on we been friends way long now.”
“I will delete it later, maybe if I am not busy,” I said as I not sure why I didn’t want to delete it.
Lisa’s grin widened like a cat that just cornered a mouse. She leaned back, folding her arms smugly. “Ohhh, if you’re not busy, huh? Debbie, babe, you’ve got to hear yourself right now. That’s the most ‘guilty as charged’ line I’ve ever heard. I would never judge you, if I was you I would keep it to. I would be getting a early night with it. If you get me. I am feeling flustered thinking about it.”
“You don’t think I’m some kind of crazy person? Like… keeping it is just… curiosity, right? Not something completely messed up?” I said feeling guilty.
Lisa gave me a pointed look, then burst out laughing again, her laughter softening into a playful chuckle as she reached out to nudge my arm. “Debs, listen to me: you’re not weird. You’re human. And if I’m honest, I think anyone in your position would be at least a little curious. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re allowed to have a brain and, you know, thoughts.”
I blinked, her unexpected honesty catching me off guard. “Really?”
“Really,” she said, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Look, it’s not like you’re going to print it out and hang it on the fridge or something. You’re processing. It was a shocking moment—hell, I’m still recovering over here—and you just need time to figure out how to deal with it.”
I exhaled slowly, her words easing some of the tension in my chest. “I don’t know, Lisa. The whole thing just feels… surreal. Like, this is the kind of stuff that happens in sitcoms, not real life. How am I supposed to face him now, knowing what I know?”
Lisa grinned, her mischievous spark returning. “Well, you’ve already done a pretty good job of it so far. And as long as you keep your poker face on, he’ll never know you saw anything. Just pretend everything’s normal.”
“Normal,” I repeated, shaking my head with a dry laugh. “Nothing about this is normal.”
“Welcome to motherhood,” she said, raising her coffee cup in a mock toast. “It’s one awkward, mortifying moment after another. You could always talk to him about it, otherwise it will just eat away at you.”
My eyes widened as I stared at Lisa in disbelief. “Are you insane? Talk to him about it? Lisa, no! That is not even an option. I’d rather crawl into a hole and never come out.”
Lisa shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. “I’m just saying, Debs. Ignoring it doesn’t make it go away. The longer you keep it bottled up, the weirder it’s going to feel when it eventually slips out—or worse, when he figures out you saw it.”
I groaned, pressing my palms to my face. “No, no, no. There is no version of this where I sit him down and have a chat about… that. It’s too mortifying. And besides, what would I even say? ‘Oh, by the way, James, I accidentally saw something I never should have, and now I can’t stop thinking about how awkward it all is’? Yeah, that’ll go over great.”
Lisa snickered, clearly enjoying my misery far too much. “You’re making it sound worse than it is. You just need to keep it casual. Like, ‘Hey, maybe don’t send any… inappropriate texts when you’ve had a few too many, yeah?’”
“I don’t know ill think about it,” the rest of the day dragged and couldn’t get the image out of my head.
Later that day when I got home after a hard days work. The house was quiet when I stepped through the door, my shoes clicking softly against the wooden floor as I set down my bag. It was the usual late afternoon stillness—no music blaring from James’ room, no TV left on in the living room. I glanced toward the kitchen and noticed the sink was full of dishes, which meant James was definitely home. Typical.
Kicking off my heels, I padded barefoot toward the kitchen. My mind still buzzed with the day’s awkward conversation with Lisa, her teasing words replaying in my head on a loop. And no matter how much I tried to push it away, that damn message kept creeping back into my thoughts, along with the mortifying image attached to it.
I poured myself a glass of wine—God knew I needed it—and leaned against the counter, letting the coolness of the marble press into my palms. Taking a long sip, I stared at the empty living room. It felt too quiet. That eerie kind of quiet that made you wonder what was lurking in the corners.
I sighed, knowing I couldn’t avoid James forever. I’d managed to sidestep any meaningful interaction with him this morning, but sooner or later, we were bound to cross paths again. And with Lisa’s words still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder… should I address it? Could I?
The thought made my stomach twist. No, I told myself. It was better left unsaid. He didn’t know I’d seen it, and I planned to keep it that way. Ignorance was bliss—or at least less humiliating.
As if on cue, I heard the faint creak of a door opening upstairs, followed by James’ familiar heavy footsteps descending the stairs. My heart immediately kicked into overdrive, and I straightened up, setting the wineglass down and pretending to busy myself with the stack of mail on the counter.
“Hey, Mom,” James muttered as he shuffled into the kitchen, his hair tousled and his hoodie looking like it hadn’t seen the inside of a washing machine in weeks.
“Hi,” I said, keeping my tone neutral. I didn’t look up, focusing intently on sorting the mail, even though my hands were shaking slightly.
James opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice, drinking straight from the container. I shot him a pointed look, which he ignored.
“How was work?” he asked, his voice slightly groggy. Probably still recovering from his latest night out.
“It was fine,” I said, my tone clipped. “How was your day?”
He shrugged, leaning against the counter with the carton still in hand. “Didn’t do much. Just chilled.”
I nodded, my eyes flicking briefly toward him before darting away again. He looked so normal, so completely oblivious, and it made the whole situation feel even more surreal. If he had any clue what I’d seen last night, he didn’t show it.
James frowned slightly, studying me. “You okay? You seem… weird.”
I froze for a split second before forcing a casual laugh. “Weird? No, I’m fine. Just tired, that’s all. Long day.”
He didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t push it, either. “Alright. Well, I’m heading out in a bit. Meeting up with the guys.”
“Again?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “James, this is the seventh night in a row. Don’t you think you’re overdoing it a little?”
He rolled his eyes, setting the orange juice back in the fridge. He looked me up and down and he seemed to take in my figure he let out a cheeky smirk before saying, “I’m eighteen, Mom. I’m just having fun. It’s not a big deal.”
“Well I was thinking. Why not get beers from the store, I got my wine so I can drink that and we have a movie night,” not sure why I suggested that.
James paused, his hand still on the fridge door, clearly caught off guard by my suggestion. His eyebrows raised slightly as he glanced at me, trying to figure out if I was serious or just teasing him. “A movie night?” he repeated, his tone dripping with disbelief. “What, like… you and me?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Why not? We haven’t done one in ages. You’re always out with your friends, and honestly, I could use some company tonight. Wine for me, beer for you, and we’ll watch whatever nonsense you want. It’ll be fun.”
He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he looked at me with a curious smirk. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” I said, holding my hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just tired of you sneaking out every night like a frat boy. Have a drink with your dear old mom.”
“You’re not that old, Mom,” James said with a cheeky grin, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms. “I’d say more like… vintage. Classic. You know, like fine wine.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Wow, I didn’t realize flattery was your new strategy for getting out of trouble.”
“Hey, I’m just being honest.” He smirked, his tone playful as he grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and tossed it in his hand. “But seriously, a movie night? You’re sure you don’t have some ulterior motive?”
“No motive, just want to spend time with my son, do you or don’t you want drinks and a movie night. I will pay for your beers.” I said reaching for my Visa card and passing him it.
James studied me for a moment, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful. “Alright, alright,” he finally said, taking the card from my hand. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Mom. But just so you know, I’m picking the movie. And it’s probably going to be terrible.”
I chuckled, crossing my arms and leaning against the counter. “I’ll take my chances. Just don’t pick something so bad I regret offering.”
“No promises,” he said with a mischievous grin, slipping the card into his pocket. “I’ll be back in a bit. You want anything else while I’m out?”
I shook my head, holding up my glass of wine. “I’ve got all I need right here. Just don’t take too long, or I might change my mind. I will ring for pizza while you are out.”
“Pizza, huh? Alright, now we’re talking,” James said, grinning as he grabbed his keys from the counter. “I’ll be quick. Don’t go picking some weird topping while I’m gone.”
“No promises,” I teased, raising my glass to him. “Drive safe.”
He waved me off with a smirk and headed out the door. The faint hum of his car pulling out of the driveway lingered for a moment before silence settled back into the house. I let out a small breath, taking another sip of wine and leaning back against the counter. It had been a while since we had a night like this—just the two of us, hanging out like we used to before he got older, before friends and parties took priority. It felt… nice. Comforting, even.
I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through the pizza options. Pepperoni? Always a classic. Maybe throw in some cheesy bread for good measure. I wasn’t about to let James win on the weird toppings comment, though, so I added pineapple to one half of the pizza just to mess with him. He hated it, but hey, I liked it.
After placing the order, I set my phone down and glanced around the living room. The coffee table was cluttered with old magazines and empty glasses from who-knows-when, so I busied myself tidying up. The wine buzz was just enough to make everything feel a little lighter, a little easier. By the time James came back, the room looked decent enough for our impromptu movie night.
The front door creaked open, and I heard the familiar rustle of plastic bags. “I’m back!” James called, his voice echoing through the hall.
“Perfect timing,” I said, meeting him in the kitchen as he set the six-pack and snacks on the counter. “Pizza’s on its way. Hope you’re ready for pineapple.”
He froze mid-motion, narrowing his eyes at me. “You didn’t.”
I shrugged, trying to suppress a grin. “Only on half. You’ll survive.”
“Unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head as he grabbed a beer and cracked it open. “You’re lucky I’m a forgiving person.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll make it up to you somehow,” I said with mock seriousness, grabbing a couple of glasses and motioning for him to follow me into the living room.
We settled onto the couch, James plopping down with his usual casual sprawl while I tucked my legs underneath me. He grabbed the remote and started scrolling through the streaming options, humming thoughtfully as he considered our options.
“Alright, Mom,” he said, glancing at me with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You said I could pick, so no complaining.”
“As long as it’s not two hours of explosions and no plot, I’ll try to keep an open mind,” I replied, taking another sip of wine.
James smirked, settling on some over-the-top action movie with a title I couldn’t even pronounce. As the opening credits rolled, I couldn’t help but steal a glance at him. He looked so relaxed, so carefree. For a moment, it was like he was a kid again, watching cartoons on Saturday mornings with that same easy grin.
My phone buzzed it was a text from Lisa, I picked up my phone, already expecting some cheeky comment from Lisa, and I wasn’t disappointed. Her message read:
“So, did you delete it yet? Or are you having a nice quiet night in with a little… inspiration? 😉”
I nearly choked on my wine, my cheeks flushing hot as I glanced at James to make sure he hadn’t noticed my reaction. He was engrossed in the opening scenes of the ridiculous action movie, beer in hand and a smirk on his face.
I quickly typed back, “Lisa, you are impossible. I told you, I’m not keeping it for… that. I’ll delete it later, I am in the middle of a movie night with James.”
Lisa’s reply was instantaneous, as if she’d been waiting for my response.
“Aww, how cute! A little movie night with big James. 🥰 Just make sure the conversation doesn’t… drift. You know, like your thoughts clearly have. Don’t drink to much, as you might loose the cobwebs tonight.”
I nearly dropped my phone right there on the couch. Lisa! She always had to take things a step too far. My cheeks burned, and I could feel the heat crawling all the way down my neck. This was officially too much, even for her.
I quickly typed back, “I’m ignoring you now. Go bother someone else. And stop calling him ‘big James’—you’re ridiculous.”
Her response popped up almost instantly, because of course it did.
“Ignoring me won’t stop me from being right, Debs. I know you. Enjoy your ‘quality time.’ 😉 Night, babe!”
I sent one final message back and not sure why I wrote what I did to her.
“Jealous much 😜.”
Lisa’s reply came through within seconds, and I could practically hear her cackling as I read it.
“OMG, Debbie! Jealous? Please, babe, you wish. Don’t make me come over there with popcorn to see how this plays out. Night-night, lovebirds! 🥂😘”
I groaned audibly, slapping my phone face down on the couch cushion. She was impossible. I took a big sip of my wine, trying to calm the flush in my cheeks. James glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow as he paused the movie.
“You good, Mom?” he asked, smirking like he already knew I was up to something.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, probably a little too quickly. I tried to sound casual, waving my wine glass slightly. “Just Lisa being Lisa. You know how she is.”
James chuckled, shaking his head as he took a swig of his beer. “She’s always winding you up. What’d she say this time?”
“Nothing worth repeating,” I muttered, glancing at the screen and pretending to focus on the movie. But his curiosity had clearly been piqued because he didn’t let it go.
“Come on, Mom,” he teased, shifting on the couch to face me more directly. “I’m just trying to keep up with the drama. Don’t leave me out.”
“There’s no drama!” I insisted, my voice hitting a higher pitch. I quickly cleared my throat, taking another sip of wine to cover it. “She’s just being nosy, as usual.”
James smirked, leaning back and watching me with that knowing glint in his eye. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”
“I’m not lying,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “And you should stop drinking my wine and focus on your beer.”
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But you’re acting weird. Just saying.”
I groaned, letting my head fall back against the couch. “Can we just watch the movie, please?”
James laughed, unpausing the movie and turning his attention back to the screen. “Fine, but you’re way more entertaining than this nonsense.”
As the ridiculous action scenes continued to unfold, I couldn’t help but sneak glances at James out of the corner of my eye. He seemed so at ease, so unaffected by the chaos swirling in my head. Meanwhile, my thoughts were still tangled up in Lisa’s texts and the memory of that mortifying message from last night.
I took another long sip of wine, resolving to focus on the moment. This was supposed to be a fun, lighthearted night. No overthinking. No awkward thoughts. Just me and my son enjoying a stupid movie and some drinks.
Still, as the movie played on, I couldn’t shake my last comment to Lisa. Jealous much.
That stupid, careless text. Why had I written that? I cringed inwardly, shaking my head as the movie’s explosions and cheesy one-liners blared in the background. Jealous much. What had I been thinking? Lisa was probably having a field day over it. I could already picture her smug little smirk, cackling to herself like the devil on my shoulder.
James shifted beside me, leaning back into the couch and resting his beer on the armrest. He looked completely relaxed, his attention glued to the screen as though there was nothing else in the world he’d rather be doing. Meanwhile, I was sitting there, a tightly wound ball of nerves, my glass of wine nearly empty and my mind spinning in circles.
The pizza delivery arrived halfway through the movie, and I jumped at the chance to escape the couch for a moment. “I’ll grab it,” I said, almost too quickly as I stood up, smoothing my robe over my thighs and padding barefoot to the front door.
The delivery guy handed over the boxes with a grin and a quick, “Enjoy your night!” I muttered a polite thanks, shutting the door and leaning against it for a moment, letting out a long breath. The scent of melted cheese and garlic wafted up from the boxes, momentarily distracting me from the awkward tension in my chest.
I carried the pizza into the living room and set it on the coffee table, grabbing some napkins and paper plates from the kitchen before sitting back down. James immediately reached for a slice, grinning as he took a big bite. “Mmm, even the pineapple half doesn’t ruin it,” he teased, his tone light hearted.
I smirked, rolling my eyes. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
We ate in companionable silence for a while, the movie continuing to provide a steady soundtrack of explosions and overdramatic dialogue. I focused on the food, grateful for the distraction. But as the wine settled in and the movie dragged on, my guard started to slip. I looked down at his pants and looked away. What am I doing.
I froze, the thought crashing into me like a wave. What the hell is wrong with me? My cheeks flamed as I forced my eyes back to the screen, gripping my wine glass so tightly I thought it might shatter. The movie blared on in the background, but I wasn’t hearing a word of it. My mind was in free fall, spiralling into a pit of confusion and embarrassment. Every so often I would look down to check him out to see if I could see it against his jeans.
“Mom why you looking at my crotch,” I nearly choked on my wine, the sudden interruption snapping me out of my spiral of thoughts. I quickly shifted my gaze to James, who was looking at me with a mix of amusement and confusion. My cheeks burned hot as I tried to come up with a plausible excuse, my mind racing a mile a minute.
“I… uh… I wasn’t!” I sputtered, waving a hand in the air like that would somehow erase the mortifying reality of what he’d just said. “I mean, why would you even think that?”
James raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing more mischievous by the second. “Mom, you literally looked down at my crotch like three times in the past five minutes. If you’re trying to check out my junk, just say so.”
My eyes widened in horror as his words sank in. Oh god, oh god. This was officially the most embarrassing moment of my life—and considering last night’s incident, that was saying something.
“James! No! That’s not—” I started, but he cut me off with a laugh.
“Relax,” he said, reaching over to pat my arm reassuringly. “It’s fine. You’re just curious about how well-endowed your son is. Perfectly normal mother-son bonding activity.”
I wanted to die right then and there on the spot. How had this night gone from awkward to downright catastrophic in a matter of seconds? And why did James have to be so damn calm and collected about it?
“I was not checking you out!” I insisted, probably too loudly as I scooted away from him on the couch like there was suddenly an invisible force field between us.
He chuckled, taking another bite of pizza like we were discussing the weather instead of… whatever this conversation had turned into.
“I already know you are well endowed…” shit it just came out.
“How? how would you know,” he cut me off with a cheeky grin, his eyes dancing with mischief. “Do you have some secret knowledge about me that I don’t know?”
I felt like my whole face was on fire, the heat radiating from my cheeks down to my neck. My brain scrambled for an explanation, any excuse to salvage this conversation and my dignity.
“I mean… I…” I stammered, my mind a complete blank as James watched me with amused curiosity.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Come on, Mom. You can’t just drop a bomb like that and not explain yourself. How do you know about my… endowment?”
I swallowed hard, trying to muster up some semblance of composure. “It’s just… I mean…” But the words wouldn’t come out right—I was too flustered, too embarrassed by the whole situation. I took a deep breath and got my phone, opened up his message and showed him.
“I… erm… that was… I,” he stammered his face blushed. “That was meant for someone else.”
“I… I’m so sorry, Mom,” James finally managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for you to see that. It was supposed to go to…” He trailed off, looking anywhere but at me.
I could practically feel the tension crackling in the air between us, thick and suffocating like a fog. My heart hammered in my chest as I struggled to find my voice, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts all at once.
“James, it’s okay,” I said finally, reaching out tentatively to touch his arm. “I know it wasn’t meant for me. It was just… an accident. My boy is a big boy if that cheers you up.”
“Really, but why do you still have it on your phone,” he smirked and looked down at my cleavage.
“I… I was going to delete it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as his gaze lingered on me.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable as he leaned in slightly closer. “But you didn’t.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like every nerve ending in my body was on high alert. His proximity was both thrilling and terrifying, sending a jolt of adrenaline through me that I couldn’t quite shake.
“N-no,” I admitted, feeling exposed under his intense gaze. “Be right back I need the toilet.”
I grabbed my phone and went upstairs, I went to my room first to get changed. I took off my clothes and slid of my red panties and unclasped my bra. I took out a nightie and put it on. I looked in the mirror looking at my cleavage and tugging on the neckline. Why am I doing this, why do I want him to notice me. I went to the toilet now I had no underwear underneath.
I slightly lifted my nightie as I sat on the toilet messing with my phone I decided to send Lisa a text.
“Lisa, you won’t believe what just happened. I accidentally showed James his own message and now things are so awkward. What should I do? Help! 🙈 I can’t get his cock out of my head. I want it.”
Lisa’s reply was almost immediate, as if she had been waiting for me to text her.
“Oh, my God, Debbie! You did what? 😩 I can only imagine how mortifying that must have been. But honestly, it sounds like things are starting to heat up between you two.” She paused for a moment before adding in a teasing tone: “Maybe this is your chance to finally get some action after all these years? 😉You going to fuck like rabbits tonight.”
I sent one more text back while I sat there having a pee on the toilet.
“I am not fucking my son Lisa, I know I said I want his cock. OMG I don’t know what I am saying anymore. I can’t take his cock, have you seen the size of his dick it rip my pussy in two.”
I finished my piss and I stood up, I got a bit of tissue to wipe my pussy and threw it down the toilet. I flushed the chain and adjusted my nightie before going to wash my hands.
After washing my hands I stand and stare in the mirror. Looking at myself and my tits hanging in my nightie with no bra on. I took a deep breath and went back downstairs.
As I entered the living room James stared at me in my nightie.
James’ eyes lingered on the soft curves outlined by my nightie, his gaze almost tangible. “Comfortable and… tempting,” he said, his voice lowering just a notch. “Not that you needed the upgrade, but damn, Mom, you always did clean up nice.”
I felt a blush sear across my cheeks, the teasing lilt in his voice sending a flutter through my stomach. “James,” I chided, though there was no real bite to my words, “keep your eyes on the screen, not on your mother.”
He chuckled, leaning back but his smirk never wavered. “Can’t help it, you’re a vision. Not my fault your nightie’s doing all the talking.”
I playfully tossed a pillow at him, a nervous laugh escaping as I tried to deflect. “We’re watching the movie, remember? Eyes front, big boy.”
“Alright, alright,” he conceded, but his eyes stole another glance, “though it’s hard not to notice when you’re… glowing.”
I settled back into the couch, the nightie clinging to my thighs as I shifted, feeling bold yet nervous under his appreciative stare. “Glowing, huh? Must be the wine.”
“Could be,” James allowed, his eyes playful, “or maybe it’s just you being you—irresistible.”
The air seemed charged as the movie’s explosions filled the silence. I sipped my wine, hyper-aware of every fold of fabric, every brush of the nightie against my skin. “James, focus,” I urged, but my tone was light, almost inviting.
“Trying, Mom,” he said, his eyes flicking to mine and then down. “But you’re making it tough in that… getup.”
“Getup?” I echoed, feigning offense but playing along. “This old thing? It’s just a nightie.”
James sets his beer down, his gaze lingering as he offers a sly smile, “Seriously, Mom, you look stunning. That nightie’s clinging in all the right places—kinda makes a guy wonder what’s underneath.”
James sets the empty pizza box aside, his eyes never leaving mine as the credits roll over the muted chaos of the TV screen. “So, Mom, about that photo… I’m really sorry you saw that. It’s not how I wanted you to find out.”
I shift on the couch, the fabric of my nightie whispering against my skin, trying to keep my composure. “James, we don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready. But I think we’ve stumbled into… unusual territory.”
He leans forward, elbows on knees, earnest. “I want to, though. Clear the air. It’s weird, yeah, but you’re not judging me, are you?”
“Judging you?” I scoff lightly, shaking my head. “You’re my son. I’m… flustered, shocked maybe. But not judging. Just—wow, you’ve got your father beat in certain areas.”
James laughs, the tension breaking like a snapped string. “Guess the apple fell far from the tree there. Thanks for not freaking out. Would you like to see it.” He didn’t wait for an answer as he undid his jeans.
James, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Guess the apple fell far from the tree there. Thanks for not freaking out. Would you like to see it?” He starts to undo his jeans, not waiting for an answer, the sound of the zipper a low whisper in the quiet room.
I gasp, my hand flying to my mouth in a mix of shock and something deeper, “James, wait—this is…” My words trail, heart pounding as I watch him, the daring in his eyes making my breath catch.
“Mom, I know it’s wrong on so many levels,” he says, his voice low, “but after last night, it feels like we’ve crossed a line already. You’ve seen the text, and I…” He pauses, the look in his eyes both vulnerable and daring. “I want you to see… all of it.”
My cheeks blaze, pulse racing as his jeans slide down, the anticipation knotting in my stomach. “James, we can’t just… oh God,” I whisper, yet I don’t look away, my eyes drawn to the unveiling.
James pulls his jeans down just enough, revealing the waistband of his boxers, the promise of what lies beneath, his eyes locked intensely on mine. “Here it is, Mom. No hiding now. Just us.”
I inhale sharply, my breath a hiss in the silent room, my eyes drawn to the visible bulge, “James, this… we shouldn’t,” but my protest feels half-hearted, curiosity and a forbidden thrill warring within.
He smirks, “You’ve seen the photo. Seeing it real… not much different, right?” His hand hovers, teasing the fabric.
“Fucking hell it’s massive,” I said as my heart beat faster as he sat back down closer to me. His cock throbbed and pointing up. I reach my arm out and grab his shaft from the base I slowly give it a few pumps its thick and huge.
James lets out a sharp breath, his eyes darkening, “Fuck, Mom,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl as he leans into my touch, “Didn’t expect you’d… want to grab the bull by the horns.”
I feel the heat of his skin, the pulse beneath my fingers, “It’s… overwhelming,” I admit, my own voice a breathy whisper, “So fucking thick and long, James.”
He shifts closer, the couch dips with his weight, “You’re not backing down, huh?” A grin plays on his lips, though his eyes are serious, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“God, yes,” I breathe out, giving another slow stroke, feeling the rigid heat, “You’re incredible, son. I hope I don’t choke.”
I leaned down and took the head of his cock in my mouth and slowly sucked on the mushroom purple head.
James groaned, his hips bucking slightly as my mouth enveloped him. “Fuck, Mom,” he muttered hoarsely, his hands fisting in the fabric of the couch cushions. “You’re fucking amazing.”
I sucked harder on his cockhead and swirled my tongue around it before sliding down further onto his shaft. I could feel every inch of him stretching my mouth wide open as I took him deeper and deeper into me. My saliva dripped down onto his balls.
As I took more of him into my mouth, I could feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly. But I didn’t stop, I kept going, wanting to take all of him in. I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and started to stroke him in time with my mouth, my other hand reaching up to cup his balls gently.
James let out a low moan, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as I sucked him deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, Mom, that feels so good,” he groaned, his fingers threading through my hair as he guided me up and down on his cock.
I could feel myself getting wetter with every moan he made, my own arousal building up inside me. I wanted him, all of him.
James let out a low growl, his hands moving to my head as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, Mom,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Take all of me, fucking hell mom that feels so fucking good. I can’t wait to ram it up your nasty cunt.”
I pulled away from his big dig to catch my breath, “who says your going to put it inside me.”
“Trust me I am going to, after you finished choking on it. Now fucking suck it,” he pushed my head back down on him as I took him back in my mouth. I worked his cock like some naughty whore. It was big, fucking huge.
“Mom,” he gasped, his voice strained with desire, “you’re making me lose it… so fucking close.”
Looking up at him through my lashes, I could see his restraint crumbling, his eyes locked onto mine in an intense gaze that sent shivers down my spine. The sight of him on the brink was intoxicating—I wanted this intimacy with him despite every screaming alarm in my head.
I pulled back slightly, letting spit trail from the tip of his cock to my lips, teasingly slow. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” guilt started to get to me. But looking at is cock soaked with my saliva made me more wet, his big huge cock.
James’ breath hitched, his chest rising and falling with the effort to maintain control. “You’re right,” he admitted, the husk in his voice sending a thrill through me, “but damn if it doesn’t feel too good to stop.” His fingers gently guided my face back close to his throbbing length.
As I continued to suck on his throbbing hard big member, I felt his hand sneaking between my legs. He seemed shocked I had no underwear on as he stroked my clit. Two of his fingers dipped inside me as my head bobbed up and down, shit my son is fingering my pussy.
With a wicked glint in his eye, James slid his fingers deeper into my slick heat, teasingly slow and deliberate. “Mom… your pussy’s soaked,” he whispered, the words a filthy praise that sent shivers down my spine. His thumb circled my aching clit as I moaned around his cock, the vibrations of pleasure rumbling against his thick shaft.
I pulled back just enough to gasp breathlessly, “You’re making me so wet for you, James… God, your fingers feel perfect.” The taboo thrill of it all made my voice husky with need.
“Don’t stop,” he urged through gritted teeth as his hips bucked upward, pushing more of him into my willing mouth. He plunged deeper into my gash with two fingers now curling up, finding that sweet spot inside me that made stars erupt behind my eyes.
“Fuck, you know just where…” I trailed off into a guttural moan as he hit it again and again. My focus split between pleasuring him and the blissful torment of being finger-fucked by my own son.
He pulled his fingers out of me and pulled me off his cock. He stood up and got on his knees in front of the couch as he pulled me off the edge of the couch. He pressed his thick cock head to my slit as he slowly pushed it inside of me.
He slowly started to thrust into me as more of his huge cock went deeper into my pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed out, gripping the couch for support as his girth filled me to an aching fullness. The nightie did little to conceal the tremors that ran through my body, my breasts heaving with each laboured breath. “James… you’re colossal inside me.”
“Fuck, Mom,” he grunted, his eyes locked on mine as he began to move, “your pussy’s so fucking hot and tight around me.” He leaned over, his breath hot against my cheek as he pounded into me relentlessly. “I’m gonna wreck this cunt of yours. Let’s get those tits out as well.”
He lifted my nightie over the top of my breasts as he didn’t stop thrusting his monster cock into me.
“James,” I gasped out his name like a prayer, feeling every exquisite inch stretching my pussy to its limits around his monstrous girth.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers and tugging just hard enough to shoot sparks of pain-pleasure through me. “Your tits are perfect—just like the rest of you.” His mouth descended on the neglected breast, sucking fiercely while his other hand kneaded and teased the other peak into a rock-hard point.
His cock inside me was mercilessly huge; it felt like it carved its own path through my slick walls, each plunge sending shockwaves. “You’re so fucking tight… grip me like a vice,” he growled against my skin before claiming the other nipple with hungry lips.
I cried out in response to his words and actions, sensation flooding every nerve. The stretch was delicious agony; each movement had me writhing beneath him as he filled me completely. “Jesus Christ… your cock is splitting me open,” I confessed breathlessly. My pussy clung to him greedily on every withdrawal, desperate not to let go of that thick cock.
“Yes… yes… oh honey Ummm… Ummm,” I moaned and moaned as he just took me hard on the couch. My tits bouncing up and down. This was the couch I use to sit with him on when he fell off his bike and I would make his leg better. The same couch he would watch cartoons on, and now the same couch he his deep shagging his mother on.
James, his movements growing more urgent, drove into me with a fervor that matched the yearning in his eyes. “You feel… incredible,” he panted between thrusts, each word punctuated by the slap of his hips against mine. His fingers dug into my flesh as if to memorize every curve, every tremor that ran through me.
James grasped my hips firmly, his strong hands anchoring me to the couch as he pinned my pelvis with an intensity that left no doubt of his control. The force of his thrusts intensified, each plunge sending jolts through me that bordered on overwhelming pleasure.
“Take it,” he commanded, a rough edge to his voice that sent tingles down my spine. “Every fucking inch of this monster cock.”
“Fuck, yes, James!” I gasped, my voice ragged with need as he pounded into me relentlessly. “Every goddamn inch… so deep!”
His pace didn’t waver; the rhythm was punishing and perfect as he claimed me on that familiar couch, his cock hitting spots I’d forgotten existed. “That’s it, Mom—take my cock,” he growled, “You’re so fucking good at this.”
“Ohhh God! Harder!” I begged shamelessly, sweat beading down my chest as the nightie slipped further aside, exposing more of me to his hungry eyes. “Your cock is stretching me wide open!”
He obliged with a grunt, slamming into me with an intensity that bordered on primal. “You want harder? Fuck—take it all then!” Each word a prelude to another powerful thrust that stole my breath.
I keened loudly around each harsh push of his thick shaft, nails digging into the fabric beneath us. “So big! You’re…fucking huge inside me!” My moans became a symphony of lust and pleasure.
“Like that?” He hissed through clenched teeth, watching every reaction ripple across my face. His thumb found my clit again, circling with precision that had me seeing stars. “You’re gonna make me cum like this?”
“Yes! Yes!” I cried out as he rubbed mercilessly against that swollen nub while pounding his monstrous cock deeper still. The combined assault on my senses was too much—I teetered on the edge.
“That’s right,” James panted against my ear before biting down lightly on the sensitive lobe, sending shockwaves through already raw nerves. “Cum for your son… around this massive cock.”
My body arched instinctively toward him as I lost it utterly; waves crashed over me in a crescendo of curses and moans intermixed with his name—”James! Fuck yes! Oh fuckkkk!”
The moment stretched taut between us until finally I felt him tense above—a low rumble escaping him as he buried himself to the hilt and came inside me hard—hot spurts filling my convulsing pussy.
“James…” I gasped, my chest heaving, feeling the warmth of him pulse inside me as my body clenched around his cock in aftershocks. “We… this was… oh God.” Guilt and desire warred across my features, the afterglow mingling with shame.
He pulled out slowly, his cock slick with us, leaving me feeling achingly empty yet filled. “Mom,” he breathed, eyes softening as he watched the creamy evidence of our sin glisten between my thighs. “I know it’s wrong on every level…”
Morning light filtered through the blinds, and I woke to an uncomfortable silence after a night of vivid dreams tangled with reality. The memories of last night’s taboo encounter left an indelible mark on my waking thoughts. James was already gone from the bed when I stirred, leaving behind only a faint scent of his cologne on the pillow.
I got out of bed and went straight into the bathroom for a shower. I got naked and stepped in and turning it on as she water cleansed my body. I soaped up my boobs and washed them and my hair. I scrubbed my pussy clean telling myself ‘you dirty slut’ I can’t believe I let him fuck me. After my wash I got dry and got changed into clean bra and knickers and my work outfit.
Downstairs, every sound seemed amplified—the clink of dishes in the kitchen where James made breakfast with exaggerated care. Avoiding eye contact felt like a silent agreement between us; neither willing to break the fragile peace first thing in the morning.
“Morning,” James said finally, placing a coffee next to me at the table without looking directly at me. His tone was light but there was tension—a palpable thread of something unsaid weaving between us.
“Morning,” I replied just as lightly, taking a sip and wincing slightly at its heat. My voice betrayed nothing of last night’s confessions or forbidden ecstasy.
We ate in silence for several minutes until finally James spoke up again. “Mom… about last night.”
“Not now I am going to be late for work,” I said putting my heels on.
“Wait, Mom,” James said, his voice catching as I turned to leave, his eyes finally locking with mine. “I need to… we need to talk about it.”
“I said later, I have work. Please don’t push this,” I sighed grabbing my jacket and car keys. I left the house and straight for the car.
I hurried through the office doors, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as I tried to leave the chaos of home behind. Yet, every step felt heavy with memory, every glance from a colleague seemed to carry a silent question about my state. My mind still reeled from last night’s taboo intimacy. The elevator ride up was a blur; all I could focus on was not thinking about it—about him.
As I set my bag down at my desk, Lisa appeared beside me like she’d manifested from thin air, her expression a mix of curiosity and mirth. “Well? Spill! How did movie night end?” she whispered, leaning in conspiratorially.
“Lisa,” I hissed out a breathless warning mixed with desperation, “later. Not here.”
Her eyes danced with mischief over her coffee cup as she followed me to the break room. “Oh come on, details or it didn’t happen! Was there… inspiration?”
“Lisa,” I started firmly but couldn’t help the flush creeping up my neck as we claimed our usual corner table. “It got out of hand—way out of hand.”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself steady despite quivering hands around my cup. “We… James showed me his… his cock in person,” I confessed in hushed tones that felt scandalous even here. “And then we went further. A hell of a lot further. Let’s just say I am rather sore down there he was that big.”
Lisa’s jaw dropped theatrically before bursting into laughter that thankfully dissipated into giggles once she saw my face—no longer teasing but understanding. “Fuck me sideways,” she breathed out low enough only for us. “You’re serious? Debbie…”
“Dead serious,” I whispered back, my voice a mix of disbelief and lingering heat. “It was… electric, Lisa. But wrong. So wrong.”
Lisa leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with a mix of shock and amusement. “Then why do you look like the cat that got the cream? Details—now!”
I sighed, glancing around us to ensure privacy before leaning in myself. “I gave him head first; he was massive, Lisa. Then… God help me, we took it all the way on our living room couch.”
She gasped theatrically but then covered her mouth, her eyes wide with mischief restrained. “You dirty minx! And here I thought you’d never break the drought!”
“Shh, Lisa—please,” I implored, eyes darting around the break room for eavesdroppers. “It was a moment of madness, that’s all. But yes, it… happened. All of it.”
Her grin was wicked yet warm. “Madness with benefits, clearly! How’s the aftermath? Guilt-ridden or euphoric?”
“Euphoria mixed with shame,” I confessed under my breath, leaning in closer. “He filled me up so damn much; I can still feel him this morning.”
Lisa snorted softly into her hand before composing herself. “So what now? You two tiptoe around each other forever?”
I shook my head, feeling the weight of last night press down on me. “We’re supposed to talk later—after work. God knows how we untangle this. Not sure I want to go home.”
“Later it is,” Lisa nodded, her eyes softening with empathy now. “Listen, Debs, whatever comes next, you’ve got me. Just remember, no judgment here.”
I squeezed her hand gratefully. “Thanks, but… I need to figure out how to look him in the eye again without remembering—”
“How big he stretched you?” she finished cheekily before sobering up at my glare. “Sorry, sorry! But seriously, be kind to yourself. It’s uncharted territory for both of you.”
“I know,” I whispered back as the break bell chimed—a reprieve from the swirling conversation.
Later that evening, after an endless day of trying not to replay every forbidden moment in my mind’s theatre:
The door creaked open; James stood there in the dim hallway light when I arrived home. His expression was a careful neutral mask as he spoke first. “Mom… we have to discuss what happened.”
“Alright,” I agreed cautiously, setting down my bag and coat with a deliberate slowness that betrayed none of the chaos inside.
We settled in the living room—the scene of our crime—where neither of us could escape its silent judgment. James ran his hands through his hair nervously before starting.
“I’m sorry for crossing lines—I never wanted this between us.” He paused for my reaction; I remained still.
“James,” I began softly yet firmly, “I’m your mother first always. But last night? It wasn’t just you.”
His gaze flickered up at that admission before dropping away again. “I know… it shouldn’t have been me who made you feel…” He searched for words as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Feel what, James? Desired? Wanted?” I interrupted gently, hoping to ease the tension. “You did, son—more than you know.”
He met my eyes then, a storm of emotions swirling in his. “It’s messed up. But… Mom,” his voice broke slightly, “I can’t pretend it didn’t mean something. The way you looked at me… that was real.”
“I know,” I confessed softly, leaning forward on the couch, our knees almost touching. “And seeing you like that—knowing how much of a man you’ve grown into—it shook me.”
“I never meant to make you feel anything but safe,” James said, his voice tight with remorse. “I need to know… can we move past this? Be mother and son again?”
I reached out, my hand finding his, a touch that grounded us both. “Of course, we can. We have to—for both our sakes. But it’s going to take time. But last night I needed that, its been years since I you know.”
“Time, yeah,” James nodded, squeezing my hand back with a fragile hope. “And Mom… I’m here, whatever you need—to talk or just be quiet together or…sex.”
“Tonight’s off the table for sure,” I assured him, wincing slightly as I shifted on the couch, the soreness between my legs a constant reminder. “I’m feeling… aftereffects, let’s say.”
James sat back, relief mingling with concern in his expression. “I didn’t mean to be so rough; I just—”
“Rough was exactly what I needed, James. It’s… complicated,” I admitted, my voice a blend of vulnerability and resolve, “but don’t mistake it for regret. Not entirely.”
He nodded, a silent understanding passing between us. “Mom, I won’t pressure you into anything—ever again.” His gaze softened further. “But if you ever just need… company?”
I met his eyes with gratitude and a complex mix of emotions. “I’ll remember that offer, but yes, tonight? Let’s just be us—no expectations.”
James stood up slowly, extending his hand to help me rise from the couch—a gesture of peace making. “Deal,” he said firmly yet gently.
As we rose together, the air cleared slightly with every step away from last night’s intensity.
“Movie night then?” he suggested with a half-smile, the boyish charm peeking through.
“Not sure, look at what happened last night,” I said as I struggled to stand a little as I made my way to make a coffee.
“Good point,” James chuckled, following me to the kitchen, the tension easing as we fell into a familiar rhythm. “But I promise, no inappropriate texts this time—unless you’re asking for them.”
I shot him a mock glare, relieved by the playful return of normalcy. “Keep those to your girlfriends, please. Though… thanks for last night, in a weird way.”
He leaned against the counter as I brewed coffee, his voice sincere. “Anytime, Mom. Seriously. And about those texts—I’ll be more careful.”
“Appreciated,” I said lightly, pouring the aromatic liquid into two mugs. “So what’s tonight’s safe movie choice?”
“How about that new comedy?” he offered with a grin that made my heart clench—a reminder of innocence reclaimed.
“Perfect,” I agreed, handing him his mug and meeting his eyes over steaming rims. “To fresh starts and bad jokes.”
“To us,” James echoed with a clink of ceramic before sipping cautiously.
The evening unfolded with laughter and shared glances that spoke volumes without words needed—the kind only family can understand after storms have passed.
My phone buzzed once: Lisa.
“I take it back—you don’t need Christian Grey when you’ve got Big James at home 😉 How was round two?”
I smiled wryly at her cheekiness but answered honestly. “Haven’t been ’round two’ yet; tonight was just laughs and peace-making movies.” Her reply was instant: “Clever girl! Healing first—hot nights later then? Keep me posted!”
A soft laugh escaped; Lisa always knew how to lighten gravity. “Will do, just giving my pussy a rest 🍆 💦.” I typed back quickly before setting my phone aside under the glow of bedside lights now dimmed low.
A moment later, her response chimed in:
Lisa: “😂 Oh lordy! Take all the time you need for that heavenly recovery! When you’re ready for another ‘big’ adventure, just say the word. Until then—enjoy your well-deserved peace (and your son’s company) 😉💖”
I yawned setting my phone down at the bedside table as I laid down. I took a long sigh as I finally started falling asleep.