Chapter 2

As it was our tradition on a beautiful Saturday morning, we began our day with a sumptuous cooked breakfast. The scent of crispy bacon, savory sausages, and freshly brewed coffee filled our home. Being a normal teenager with an appetite to match, Patrick devoured everything. After that, we tackled the weekly task of thoroughly cleaning every nook and cranny. My son and I had discovered that this approach left us with minimal chores for the rest of the week. By working diligently, we were usually finished by noon, leaving us plenty of time to run errands and enjoy a leisurely lunch in town before settling into relaxation mode for the weekend. We often indulged in take-out meals while watching videos in the evening, allowing ourselves to fully unwind.

The events from yesterday were not mentioned throughout the day, much to my relief. As night fell, I retired to bed first but was soon joined by my son Patrick, clad in his comfortable nightwear.

“Would you mind some company tonight, Mom? I’m feeling a bit lonely and thought about Dad,” he asked softly. Although it had been years, Alfred had been a very involved father and Patrick still missed him badly.

Without hesitation, I welcomed him under the covers. We both found solace in each other’s presence without any physical contact necessary.

I drifted off to sleep but was suddenly roused by the sensation of Patrick shifting closer and his arm draping over me. My initial shock turned to calm as I realized he was sound asleep. In an almost unconscious state, my body reacted to his touch as my nipple became erect.

The next morning, Patrick surprised me with a tray overflowing with breakfast delights - juice, toast and freshly brewed coffee. As we lounged in bed enjoying our meal together, I couldn’t help but wonder what prompted this sweet gesture.

“What brought this on? It was a lovely surprise,” I remarked with gratitude.

“I just wanted to show you how much I appreciate you, Mom,” Patrick replied with sincerity.

I chuckled and playfully accused him of buttering me up for something else. But before he could respond, I launched into a tickle attack.

We shared a moment of laughter and pure joy as I teased him about his true intentions. In that moment, I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect than this simple, loving bond between mother and son.

Patrick’s body convulsed with laughter as I relentlessly tickled his sides and stomach. He pleaded for mercy, gasping for breath between bursts of laughter. Finally, I relented and he calmed down, sitting up on the bed. But before I could react, he pounced on me and began to tickle me back. I squirmed and writhed under his touch, just as helpless as he had been moments before. In the midst of our playful struggle, my shirt rode up, revealing my bare skin from my shorts up to just below my breasts. Patrick’s hand brushed against my exposed skin, sending tingles through my body. My nipple quickly hardened in response to his touch. We were both caught off guard by our unexpected intimacy and I quickly pulled away, regaining control of the situation.

“I think we should stop,” I said breathlessly.

“It’s probably a good idea,” he agreed, blushing.

We spend the day doing chores, and although that night we both retreated to our own rooms, the tension between us remained. The following day, we spent a quiet day together, going for a drive and enjoying a picnic lunch in the countryside. As the day wore on, I couldn’t help but notice how much Patrick had grown and matured in the last year.