This choice: Emma and Johny drive home to reconcile what happened. • Go Back...Chapter #5Emma and Johny drive home to reconcile what hap... by: pixie   ...Sunlight shimmering off the water, the odor of chlorine in their noses...
Johny didn't have any idea where to even begin. It all happened so fast, it was practically a blur while it was actually happening, but now, as he sat in the car, he couldn't stop picturing every second of it playing out on repeat, or in slow motion, in his imagination. How could he remember so many details when it was all over before he fully comprehended what was happening? Was it adrenaline?
...the feel of her bare skin against his, slick and wet and glistening nude in the sun...
Emma knew the tension lingering between her and her son would not dissipate on its own. The psychic weight of this experience would just sit on their heads and shoulders, crouching like a gargoyle, until one of them gave voice to it. But then everything would come spilling out, and Emma wasn't sure if she wanted to know what Johny was thinking about it. About her, and how she'd behaved.
...the water bubbling around her ears, muting the excited shouts and laughing from the high school girls as she crouched for him to climb onto her shoulders. Feeling his entire body press against her. Recognizing the distinct feeling of his firmness rubbing against her...
Emma flipped the turn signal, pumped the brake, and pulled the wheel to the right, rounding the corner onto Dover. Clik-clik clik-clik clik-clik clik-clik...
This was stupid. Everything that happened was completely avoidable, if only Johny's mother hadn't been acting so weird. He fumed about her never taking anything seriously, even though on a deeper level he knew that she took care of so much in their lives that sometimes he felt like he wasn't contributing anything at all. He felt guilty for not cleaning up his dirty laundry yet and putting it through the wash. But what did that have to do with anything that happened today, damn it?
...his toe getting caught in a loop of shimmery blue string, the tension releasing when he pulled, making the string vanish into that forbidden cleft between her gloriously, brazenly bare plump bottom...
It was her own fault, Emma mused, but that didn't explain why Johny was being so strange the second they got to the pool. Wasn't he on-board with everything they were doing? It was supposed to be a positive, fun day together, enjoying the last day of summer with a big bang, celebrating their lives together. Why did he suddenly abandon her?
...the peals of girls' laughter as she felt her swimsuit's restraint against her breasts fall away, her pink nipples bright in the sunlight; the mocking tenor of teenaged voices focused on a single individual; a distinctive sound she still remembered well from her own high school days, turned toward her again as her son clung to her from behind, with the water tossing about them both, clinging to each other..
Johny sighed. It was the first sound that either of them had made, and he didn't intend for it to be a signal to start talking. He regretted making the sound the moment it left his lungs, and he mentally ordered his mother not to start, not to open up the event and start picking at it. All he wanted was to get home, go to his room, close the door, and do - he didn't know, anything else. Just get away from Mom for a while.
...the closeness of her, clinging to her, feeling her soft wet skin, both of them completely liberated of any clothing whatsoever. The pressure of her buttocks clenching around his rigid shaft - his own Mother - triggering his sexual climax. Spurting uncontrollably, deep inside her...
Emma's face still felt flushed, either from the sunlight she did manage to get or from the lasting, lingering memory of what had happened. In front of everyone at the public swimming pool. Those were Johny's classmates, and their parents, siblings, friends. All of them had seen everything. More than everything. Johny had... Emma felt a sob rising in her throat but fought it back down. It wasn't fair. This was supposed to be a good day for them both.
...the look on his face as she glanced back at him. He held on so desperately. He was so confused. His nude body, lean and strong even when uncoordinated. His rigidity pressing into her from behind. Shock, turning to outrage, turning to protective instinct. And when their eyes met, for a flicker of a moment, desire...
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Emma said. She couldn't bear the silence any longer. There were too many questions in her mind, too many unknowns she needed closure about. And feeling like she and Johny were divided by this unspoken tension was something she didn't want to last a moment longer. She didn't want to spend another evening alone on the couch watching Netflix.
"Not really," Johny murmured.
"I don't... completely understand what happened," she continued. "You didn't do it...on purpose, right?"
Johny glared at her for a moment before sullenly turning back to face the window. "Of course I didn't. Do you think I wanted that to happen? With everyone looking at us?"
"Just, Johny, help me understand," Emma said. "I came up to you, told you we were going to play Chicken, and turned around. And...were you naked already?"
Johny's face flushed beet red. "I was pranked," he said, hoping she'd accept that explanation and let it lie. "By a girl," he added. He still felt the sting of her betrayal, especially keen since he'd been so deliriously horny that he actually believed she was going to give him a handjob right there in the pool.
"I'm sorry about that," Emma said sincerely. "I feel like maybe we were both set up."
"You shouldn't have worn that swimsuit," Johny said. "None of that would have happened if you'd just dressed normal."
Emma glanced over at him. "Maybe not. It was too much, I get that. I was being dumb and let all of that body-positivity bullshit go to my head." She returned her gaze to the street as she drove. "And now you're scarred for life from having to see all of me like that."
Johny sighed again. "That's not," he started, trying to find words to put to his feelings. "It isn't bullshit, Mom. You're...it's not that you aren't, you know...sexy." He shifted uncomfortably in his car seat. "You looked amazing in that suit. I just..." He changed position, trying to draw up his long legs and find an easier way to sit where he wasn't being jabbed in the side by a seatbelt. "When we got to the pool, and I saw all those girls from school there, I just..."
"You were worried what they'd think about you because of me?" Emma suggested. "Because I was showing off?"
"Well, yeah," Johny said. "And you started being all weird, like super-clingy every time I was gonna go talk to them."
"Johny," his mother replied, "you didn't ever 'go talk to them' the entire time I was with you. I just wanted to spend time with you, but if you wanted to talk to girls, I wasn't going to stop you."
"It wasn't like I could go talk to anyone with you right there beside me," he shot back. "I was afraid that..." He hesitated, not wanting to admit his fear, but unable to find any other way to express himself, he gave up resisting. "I was afraid the girls from school would laugh at you and call you a sl-- call you names, and think I was a Momma's boy and then I'd never get a girlfriend."
Emma thought for a moment before responding. "John," she said, "I know I need to give you space and let you be who you're gonna be. I can't keep you for the rest of my life. It's been tough being a single mom, I'm not gonna lie about that to you, but I've always felt so at ease with you, and I think sometimes because of that I forget you're my son. Of course you should go find a girlfriend and I was wrong for trying to hold on to you." She rested her palm on Johny's leg, giving him a gentle squeeze. "I got clingy at the pool because I didn't want to be alone out there showing off my whole ass," she said with a rueful chuckle. "But also because I think... I think I felt jealous of those girls. One of them is going to get to be with you, and once you start a relationship, I'll have to back off and let you spend time with each other. And I need to do that."
Johny felt a mixture of feelings he didn't completely understand. He was gratified by her conclusions, but at the same time he felt a gulf widening between them and his lifeline to a way of life he'd come to love slipping out of his hands. And feeling her hand on his thigh was reminding him of the feel of her body against his. His face flushed as he felt himself growing erect in his shorts. "I do want a girlfriend," he agreed, "but it's not like I have anyone in mind."
"Well, you'll have your pick," Emma said. "You're handsome, charming, and you've got a really nice ass." They both laughed. "Why do you think I keep giving you wedgies? I guess I should knock that off, huh?"
Johny's face felt warmer and his cock gave an excited pulsation between his legs. "I actually like it," he blurted out. "The wedgies."
Emma didn't look at him. "Oh, you do, huh? I don't want to make you feel like a kid."
"It...definitely doesn't make me feel like a kid," he said.
They pulled into the driveway and Emma parked, turning off the ignition. They got out of the car, gathering their things and walking to the front door.
The moment they got inside, Emma and Johny dropped everything, wrapped their arms around each other, and kissed each other. The kiss lasted longer. Neither pulled away.
Their lips parted. Their tongues tasted each other. Their hands began to roam each other's bodies. Emma's fingers found Johny's Speedo and pulled up, hard, wedging the blue lycra between his butt cheeks. He moaned into their kiss, pulling up the hem of her robe, and grasped a handful of his mother's full, round ass, squeezing it lustfully. She pressed her body against his, thrusting her hand down into his shorts to clutch his bare cheek.
They moved to the living room, shedding clothes.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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