Chapter 5: Getting Used to Each Other

Sunlight streaming through his bedroom window woke Evan the next morning. He moved slowly wondering if he would have a headache -- a hangover -- that he had heard so much about. Standing up he shook his head slightly; it seemed to stay on and there weren't any particularly nasty pains anywhere. Must be he didn't have enough last night to give him one. He thought he had had only two glasses, enough to loosen the lips but not hurt the head!

Thinking back to the night before, he suddenly stood stock-still. Did his mother really give him a blowjob last night? Well, he wasn't sure it qualified as a real blowjob; yes she had taken his cum in her mouth but only after jacking him off. Silly really to worry about whether it was or wasn't a real blowjob. The fact that it had happened at all certainly blew his mind!

What should he do about it today? Pretend it didn't happen? Say something about it? If so, what? This whole control thing was beginning to be a bit complicated. The wanting someone else to make the decisions he could understand, maybe not to the extreme his mom did, but there were times he wished someone else would make the call.

But this was going far beyond merely making a few decisions; the whole thing was taking on a heavy sexual overtone. Did his mother want him to control her sexually too? Would she do anything he said that way? My God, would she let him fuck her? How far could he go and really how far did he want it to go? Did he want to fuck his mom? Thinking of those legs, ass and tits... Hell yes, he wanted to fuck her! You'd have to be a homo not to!

The question still was how should he handle it? Probably the best thing is to act like last night was normal, like it happened every day and was not a big deal. He would play it by ear and follow her lead. Having made up his mind what to do, he jumped in the shower, went to the bathroom and got dressed.

Walking into the kitchen he saw Cheri at the stove working over a frying pan. She had on a loose T-shirt and shorts; it looked like she was planning on house work for the day. He walked over behind her and placed his hands on her waist just above the swell of her hips.

"Morning, Mom. How are you feeling?" he leaned over her shoulder to give her a peck on the cheek.

"I'm feeling just fine, baby," she presented her cheek to him and went back to work at the stove. "Breakfast will be ready soon, hon. Why don't you get some coffee and sit down?"

"Okay, smells delicious!" He let go of her waist and before turning around patted her on one of her very firm ass cheeks. Holding his breath wondering what she would do, he walked slowly to the kitchen table.

Nothing! Zilch, nada, zero, i.e., no reaction! It was like he had never touched her ass, or maybe like he had a perfect right to! What did this tell him? Not much it would seem; maybe he needed to be a little more blatant. Jeez what did he have to do to get a reaction, pinch her tit? He wasn't sure he wanted to go that far yet. Maybe a few more pets and caresses; see what happens then.

As he mused, Cheri brought him a plate of eggs, bacon, pancakes and toast. He couldn't remember the last time she had made breakfast let alone one this elaborate.

"Wow, this is great!" he leaned close to capture the wonderful smells rising from his plate. "What's the special occasion?"

"Why just thanking my special man for a wonderful date last night."

She grinned and turned back to the stove wiggling her hips as she moved. Evan practically swallowed his tongue as he watched her move. He had never seen her move like that before. Her hips rolled and shimmied, nothing overtly sexual, no whore's bump and grind, just the smooth movement of a female animal, her short tight pants accentuating and enchanting the effect. It was a picture of beauty that burned into his brain as he watched her go.

Shaking his head to clear it, he turned to his breakfast and started eating. It was difficult keeping the vision of his mom's perfect ass out of his mind, difficult enough that he began to get the stirrings of an erection. This seemed to be happening a lot lately and Cheri seemed to be causing it more often than not!

Seemingly in no time his plate was clear and Cheri was back at the table asking if he wanted more. Not waiting for the answer she scooped some scrambled eggs and a couple strips of bacon onto his plate.

"Whoa there, little filly! Aren't you going to eat?" He slipped his arm around her waist, more to stop her from ladling out more food than to prevent her from going.

"I already have, honey. This is yours; I heard your shower and knew you'd be down soon. You go ahead and eat up. I'll clean, get the dishes and get busy with the housework."

His hand slid down from her waist to caress her inner thigh, she didn't react or make any move to stop him. He felt the satiny smooth skin, cool to the touch but burning hot just the same. Still holding the pan she looked down at him and smiled. She moved slightly, parting her legs giving his hand more room to do whatever he wanted. Looking up into her eyes he had a very difficult time thinking about what to say, but something she said dragged him back to reality, although he didn't stop caressing her leg.

"What do you mean, housework? It's Sunday. You don't need to do anything today. My God! I'm not sure you could find anything to clean after the job you did last week anyway."

"But you told me last night," she did have a puzzled look on her face. "You said, 'You have a house to clean in the morning and you need to be up at the crack of dawn.' I'm sure you told me. Oh, I didn't make a mistake did I? I'm so sorry! It won't happen again, I promise!" Her eyes were filling with tears and it look like she was going to cry any second.

Evan let go of her leg and jumped up. Setting the pan down on the table he wrapped his arms around his mom and hugged her tight.

"I'm sorry, Mom! You were right. I did tell you that last night. I forgot it was Sunday today." Using the tail of his T-shirt to wipe the tears from her eyes he had a thought. "Tell you what: I've changed my mind. No housework today. It's going to be a really nice day so let's go to the lake. You make a picnic lunch, I'll get the beach stuff ready and we'll leave in about an hour. A whole day of sun, sand and swimming! What do you say to that?"

"Okay." She shook her head and sniffed back the tears; she knew that with her husband she would have been tied up and beaten for that mistake, even if it had been his mistake. This was so much nicer! "If that is what you would like to do, it sounds wonderful to me!"

"Good. Make the lunch and I'll go put the stuff in the car." He was getting ready to leave when he turned around and called back to her. "Why don't you wear that white bathing suit you have? You know the one I'm talking about, with the rings. I like that one."

As she packed the lunch her hands shook a little. The white one! Oh my! Yes she knew which one he was talking about all right! It was a suit; well you could call it a suit only because that was easier than saying "four small pieces of cloth held together by brass rings". It was very small and very tight; she had bought it with the idea of sunbathing out in the backyard. A teenager may feel comfortable wearing it in public but she would be practically naked in it!

A shiver of anticipation shook her body. He was taking her out in public practically naked! Worse than naked really, if that suit didn't scream "slut" nothing did! Did he really want his own mother walking around in public like a common whore? She would be humiliated, debased, shown off like some toy! It was wonderful! She licked her lips and hurried with the lunch. Packing it in a picnic basket and leaving it on the table she hurried upstairs to change.

"Is this the one you wanted?

As he turned to the sound of her voice Evan caught sight of her and almost forgot to breathe. She had on the suit he wanted all right: three little triangles visible, one barely covering her pubic hair -- She must have done some serious shaving, he thought, and the other two were just enough to keep her from being arrested for full frontal nudity. She wasn't as tan as she normally was this time of year but the stark white cloth still contrasted nicely with her creamy skin.

Over the suit she had a semi-translucent frock that fully covered her from shoulder to mid thigh but left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Topped off with a white straw hat, sunglasses and high heeled sandals, she was stunning.

"Oh my," he whispered, "I hope you don't mind me say this, Mom, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!"

"Mind? Of course I don't mind, silly!" she grinned and pirouetted for him. "I don't believe you for one minute of course. I just hope this old bag of bones doesn't embarrass you too much, but if I do it's your fault: You told me to wear this thing."

"Embarrass me? Are you kidding! I'm going to have to spend the whole day just beating the two-legged sharks away just to stay by your side! Well if I do I do; let's go!"

When they got to the lakeside beach it was still before noon and the place was sparsely populated. They spread out a blanket on the sand, tuned the radio to a soft rock station and prepared to catch some rays. Cheri slipped off her frock and dug into her bag for a bottle of tanning oil.

"Would you help me put this on, honey?" She waved the bottle in his direction. "Or should I ask one of these gentlemen?"

Even though the beach was certainly not crowded, there seemed to be more than an ordinary number of men suddenly interested in their part of it. You could almost hear the wind as potbellies were sucked in and chests thrown out. More than a few of their admirers were not so old and not so bad looking. It was obvious Cheri would have had no problem finding someone willing to help spreading her oil, or spreading anything else for that matter.

Evan chuckled as he squeezed some oil on his hands and rubbed them together.

"I think it would be in my best interest if I did this," he said. Cheri laid face down on the blanket. He leaned over and began working the oil into her skin starting with her neck and shoulders. The feel of her skin as it slipped beneath his fingers was incredible. Smooth, silky and blemish-free, he worked his way over her arms and then down the back giving her as much a massage as sun protection. She groaned softly as his hands rolled, kneaded and manipulated her lower back. He untied the string holding her top together and oiled her completely bare back. Down to butt cheeks only half covered by the suit, continuing on to the beautifully shaped legs tapering to her pretty petite feet. The feel of his mother's body was magnificent; he never thought the human body could feel like this.

For her part Cheri was in heaven. Here she was being pampered and taken care of. Her man was not covering her with suntan lotion, he was making love to her with his hands! Every touch, every caress was like a line of fire burning her skin. She may have teased him a little but she also knew he knew she didn't mean it. While the attention was nice, she realized now that he was not humiliating her by making her wear this suit, he was showing her off: She was his trophy and this made her feel sexy and desired.

What a change this was! She was getting everything she needed and more, and all without the pain and humiliation! Well the humiliation would be all right, but this was good too. She had never known this was possible; but now that she did she was never going to give it up! Never! And furthermore she would do anything to keep it! She turned her head to watch her son as he spread oil in the lower legs and feet.

"You'd better finish and lie down here with me, baby," she said lazily. "Your, umm, thoughts are pretty evident. Is that a baseball bat in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Evan looked down at the front of his swim trunks and noticed for the first time that he had a raging hardon that was quite evident. Feeling a bit sheepish he lay down beside her face down his hand resting in hers. They drowsed in the sun for a while until it became too hot to tolerate. Sitting up, his evident interest having subsided, Evan put up the beach umbrella giving them a little shade from the hot sun.

Sitting out of the sun they unpacked the picnic basket and cooler and had a bite to eat. Afterwards they watched their fellow beach bums for a while then Evan read while Cheri sunned her stomach. Both agreed she had better put her own oil on her front; Cheri said Evans reactions were gratifying but possibly somewhat embarrassing on a public beach.

"You don't want to spend the whole day face down in the sand do you?" she teased.

Soon it became uncomfortably hot even in the shade. Evan jumped up and held his hand out to her.

"Come on! Let's go swimming!"

"I don't think so, baby. You know I'm not a very good swimmer." In fact Cheri didn't like deep water at all. She was a fair swimmer but wasn't very confident of her ability.

"Oh come on! It's a lake! It's not deep and besides I'll be right there with you. I'll save you if I have to." Since he was lifeguard-qualified, a swimming instructor and had been on the swim team he could say this with a fair amount of confidence. She was still nervous but could see he wouldn't take no for an answer, so taking his hand she got up and walked with him down to the water.

As they first entered the water was tepid, almost too warm to be comfortable but as they moved deeper it became cool and very refreshing. Finally they stood in water coming up to his armpits. The water felt great but Cheri could barely touch standing on her tiptoes with her nose just sticking out.

"Here, hold onto my back and we can swim around," with that Evan turned around presenting his back to his mother. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Suddenly with a kick and flutter of the arm they were off. Although they couldn't have been going very fast it felt like she was holding on to the back of a speedboat. The feel of him beneath her was breathtaking. She felt like she was one of those girls in the Sea World shows riding the back of some powerful marine animal. His muscles contracted and loosened beneath her; a true swimmer, his strength wasn't evident until he was in the water.