The cramped apartment (M-S)

[DannyBoyUK]

OOC Closed thread for myself and MaidofMarvels



Melinda Montgomery was puzzled at the final divorce settlement.
She had got custody of her son Andy, but lost the house.

Won the son and lost the house? That wasn't how things were supposed to turn out. Had the judge been on acid !?!? Still, the lawyer had advised her that an appeal would take for ever to be heard so for the time being she and Andy were going to have to live in the hastily-found attic flat that she had found - one that would be sufficiently local to her work place and his school, where he was coming up to a key set of examinations.

Andy was relieved that he was not going to have to move in with his father - the house was luxurious but he couldn't stand the son of a bitch- futhermore he had been growing increasingly fond of his mother and was proud that he had twice - almost - got a glimpse of Melinda's breasts as she left the bathroom. Living under the same roof would give him a chance to see (and in his dreams touch) more.

With two suitcases each, Melinda and Andy arrived at the apartment only to find it was partially furnished - as opposed to the fully furnished place the agency had promised.

"Mom" spluttered Andy to his mother as she rang for some pizza to be delivered - "there's only one bed"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Melinda sighed as she set her suitcases down inside the small flat and looked around. It was her fault that she hadn't gone to look at it beforehand, but the judge had ordered her to vacate immediately. It was pathetic, really. John had been the one fooling around, not her. Somewhere deep down, she knew that bastard had paid someone off. No one with any compassion would have given a mother and her child a mere hour to gather up their things and leave a home they'd been in for over twelve years -- for Andy, almost his entire life.

"Just put your things in the bedroom while I call for pizza. We'll figure everything else out later." Picking up the receiver, she listened hopefully for a dial tone and smiled wanly when she heard it. At least the phone was connected as promised, she thought as she pressed the buttons for Torrino's and ordered a large and a two liter of Coke.

Twenty minutes later the pizza had been delivered and she and Andy sat on the understuffed settee with the box propped on the more than a little rickety coffee table in front of them. The television had popped and sputtered, but finally displayed a not so bad image -- at least that was something for the meantime. They were going to have to do a lot of shopping come the weekend.

"At least the pizza is hot," she said to her son with a grin. "We just have to think of this as the beginning of an adventure is all. Everything will turn out. You'll see."

Andy looked a little dubious, but he was too busy eating and watching the telly to do more than nod his head. He was a good boy, Melinda thought to herself. He really deserved better... but they would have to make do. At least for the next little while.

"I'm going to take the settee until we figure out some better arrangements. You need to be able to rest for school. It'll be okay," she added yet again. Maybe she was only trying to convince herself, maybe her son -- maybe both of them.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

Her proposal for the sleeping arrangements caused an immediate thud in Andy's heart. Stupidly (probably) the moment he had noticed the one bed, thoughts of sharing had flown into his head. Thoughts of sharing the same bedclothes, thoughts of lying together side by side, thoughts of rolling towards each other during the night in a sonambulant accidental fashion....

A consolation was the fact that being open-plan, he would be able to see her lying on the sofa from where the bed was located. The odds must be reasonable that at some point Melinda's blankets might slip off during the night.

And where was she planning to get changed into her nightie? Would he at last grab a proper sighting of her uncovered bosoms?

"Ya know, mom," he muttered almost casually "I am sure there would be enough room for the two of us in the bed - there's bedside tables on both sides so the landlord must have thought it was a bed for two."

He needed to summon up some courage to add the next comment, which he prayed would not disclose any of his Oedipal fantasies...

"And there doesnt seem to be an electric blanket on either the bed or the sofa, so we would be able to keep each other warm."

Quietly he noted to himself that one consolation of being in the bed alone would be that the chance to masturbate was still there for him. As his desire for his mother had grown over the last year, so also had the frequency of his own self-pleasure sessions. He remembered the first time he had used thoughts of Melinda to bring himself to orgasm, how shocked at himself he had been. And then he recalled the almost logical way in which he had rationalised it - the fact he was her son could not diminish her adorability one iota. Once he'd convinced himself that there was nothing wrong in treating her as his fantasy woman, all other females from his erstwhile "rota" had ceased to play a part in his sexual thoughts.

His eyes alternated from looking at the bed (hmmmm it would be a bit cramped for two....) and Melinda, waiting for her response.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"You are sweet," Melinda said as she reached over to ruffle her son's hair. "We'll see."

Soiled paper plate and napkin in hand, Melinda traversed the short length of the L-shaped apartment to the small kitchenette. To her delight, she had noticed earlier that there was an automatic coffeemaker as well as four plates, and an equal amount of silverware to go with them. In case of dinner parties, she was sure. There were a couple of mugs and three glasses as well. Some pots and pans in a cupboard beneath the small sink completed the effect of the well-stocked kitchen she'd been told of.

There was no oven, but there was a two burner stove top that appeared to operate on a timer. Above that was a microwave -- wonder of wonders -- and below it, under the countertop, was a mini-fridge, which she couldn't help opening -- just to see. The freezer (or what passed for one) would hold a couple of trays of ice and maybe a package of meat or two. It looked like she'd be stopping by the grocery on a daily or at least every other day basis. Melinda sighed.

Okay, she thought. It isn't paradise, but maybe with a few pictures on the wall and a new slipcover for the settee... At least the bed was around the corner of the "L" and wasn't fully visible to any company that might come calling. She'd pick up a screen on the weekend from a second hand shop to at least create the illusion of privacy.

It didn't take her long to do a full inspection of the place. There was a large closet with a raggedy blanket wadded up on the shelf. "Eureka!," she cried out, waving it about wildly like a matador in the bull ring. And a chest of drawers wedged between the three-quarter bed and the wall leaving less than two feet of room to maneuver on that side. Perhaps she could refinish it and use it as a sort of sideboard in the living room. Melinda shook her head. Who was it that said: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade? All well and good, but they'd be needing a lot of sugar.

"It's not so bad, Andy. Really."

Wondering who she was really trying to convince, Melinda began to unpack their clothing and put it away while creating a mental list of things that would improve their surroundings. New curtains for their one window. Sheets and new pillows. Air freshener! A throw rug for in front of the sink. Andy probably wouldn't be too happy about spending his weekend shopping with her, but she knew he wouldn't complain -- at least not out loud.

The more she looked around, the more Melinda began to see the possibilities. One large lemonade coming up!

"I'll shower first so you can finish the rest of the show you're watching," Melinda said after a quick glance at her wristwatch, adding a clock to her list. John thought she had her beat, but she was bound and determined to succeed. He'd see.

The bathroom wasn't too bad. A walk-in shower, a commode and a sink with a medicine cabinet dubiously attached to the wall above it. A colorful shelf for towels would brighten it up and some C.R.S. would take care of some of the stains while a Vanish Drop-In hid the rest.

Melinda turned on the water, watching it spurt and gurgle before egesting some foul brown liquid that she hoped would clear up by the time she undressed. Gods, when had it been used last? At least she had thought to pick up shampoo, soap and toothpaste on the way over.

Giving herself a thumbs up, she squared her shoulders and stepped under the stream of hot water that was now flowing freely from the shower head. Melinda let herself finally begin to relax as the water ran over her body, attempting to wash away the cares of the day.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

Slouched on the settee, Andy was not being as attentive as had his mother been to the detail of their surroundings. Neither was he paying any particular close regard to events unfolding on the television screen in front of him.

Instead he pictured Melinda just where she was at this very moment. Standing in the shower rubbing soap into her body. His imagination moved on so that he was stood with her in that shower, massaging lotions and creamy soap into her skin, sucking at her shoulder blade whilst his hands tested out the flexibility of her nipples.

He needed to loosen his flies a little or else his cock was going to burst its way through. Undoing the buttons he again fantasised wishing that it was his mom doing that for him. He was going to have to be careful, maybe, to kerb his jerking-off tendancies - in light of the close proximity in which the two of them were living, sooner or later Melinda was going to discover him mid-act! Although then again, he thought, embarassing though it would be at first, it could provide the springboard for a discussion that allowed him to open up his heart and perhaps persuade her that they could progress their relationship in a special and illicit way.

He could hear Melinda singing to herself from under the shower. Her melodic voice, just like everything else about her, drove him wild. He imagined that she was singing to him, with their bodies coinjoined, her pubes tickling his scrotum in the way that the notes were fondly tickling his eardrums.

She had given him a "we'll see" with regard to sharing a bed - that was better than he had hoped. He walked over to the bathroom and spoke to her from through the door.

"Living together is gonna turn out fine, mom. I promise. I am going to do all I can to help you out - be the man of the house as best I can in as many ways possible"

He was of course only thinking of one way but his sympathy for Melinda's plight was nevertheless genuine. As he had done many times lately, he wished that he had X ray vision. He had not yet before played with himself whilst talking to his mom and he was finding it strangely exciting.

"What's the hot water like mom? Is there gonna be enough for both of us?"

(As if she was gonna invite him in to share - yeah right!)

Then to his joy - he saw..... and had to comment

"Mom, you've left your towel on the bed."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Ablutions complete, Melinda stepped from the shower only to find that she hadn't carried her towel in though she had remembered the t-shirt she meant to sleep in. Old habits and all that jazz, she sighed to herself, used to having towels and washcloths kept in the bathroom. Change wasn't always bad -- sometimes one had to change to move forward. She guessed this was one of those times.

"Andy! Bring me a towel, will you? I've left it on top of the bureau," she called out to her son as she padded across the floor to hold her arm out the door while she waited.

"Thanks, sweetie" she said with a chuckle, peeking out when she felt the terry cloth touch her fingers. "I'd probably lose my head if Dr. Frankenstein hadn't stitched it on properly."

Andy rolled his eyes, but she didn't miss the concerned look on his face as she pulled the towel in and wrapped it around her body.

"I can help, mum. Dry your back, I mean. If you want."

He was so dear, Melinda thought as her heart swelled with love for her son. Blowing a kiss around the corner, she declined. "It will only take me one-two to do, Andy. I've almost completely drip-dried in the meantime. I'll only be another minute and then you can jump in."

Melinda closed the door and did as she said, slipping her night shirt over her head and wrapping the towel over her hair. She'd dry it and brush it out in the living room. She chuckled again. If you could call it that. Saturday and the chance to pick up those badly needed things couldn't come soon enough.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

Well, he’d offered thought Andy - and she didn’t seem to have taken any particular offence. Of course, he would rather dry her front but he had to start somewhere. He would offer again - and again - and again - and perhaps one day she would chuckle and let him run his hands over her skin - even if it was through a towel.

She stepped out of the shower-room and looked as lovely as always. Whilst the nightie material was not transparent, he could tell that she had no bra on underneath. Doing his best to admire the contours of her bust without it being too obvious he struck up a conversation, again hoping that he was not giving away too much of what was going through his mind.

“Made up your mind about bed-sharing yet mom? I tried the sofa while you were showering and it really doesnt feel at all comfy.”

He had no idea, given his age and inexperience, whether a woman could sleep through gentle stroking - especially around her sensitive and private areas - but knew he would have to give it a try. It would be difficult to sleep with her so close to him but in the darkness he could always claim accident if she woke up to find him feeling her up.

“It’s been a while since I shared a bed with anyone, honey” remarked Melinda “I probably spread myself quite a bit - I wouldn’t want to disturb your slumbers with too much moving about.”

Andy’s nob gave an involuntarily twinge at that - he wanted to make her move in ways that she wasn’t remotely referring to. He shuddered as he realised he was staring for too long at her chest. He was sure he could make out the shape of a nipple (unerect he guessed, but a nipple nevertheless)

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Melinda rolled her eyes, having noticed where her son's eyes had settled. Sheesh. Like father like son, she thought and just about every other man on the face of the earth. Aside from her initial reaction, it didn't particularly disturb her and she thought nothing more of it. Kids (and men) did stuff like that. Even sons.

"Go shower and get ready for bed. School tomorrow and I have work, not to mention that it's Friday and the beginning of a very busy weekend for us." Melinda ruffled Andy's hair. "I'll try to make at least some of it fun."

Andy seemed about to say something, but changed his mind and she left it at that. While he was in the bathroom, Melinda took one of the sheets she had found and spread it out over the sofa. Taking her book from her bag, she lay down and covered up. Andy was right -- it was far from comfortable -- but he was a growing boy and didn't need his mom crowding up his bed. She'd figure something out for this too.

Relaxed from her shower and weary from the days events and disappointments, Melinda barely finished reading a page in her book before she was sound asleep. She thought she felt Andy kiss her and pull the covers up, but was too exhausted to even respond. Tomorrow was the beginning of their new life and everything it would bring.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

It was not her imagination that she had felt Andy kissing her!

He had placed a small, slow peck upon the strip of skin between nose and upper lip, and noticing her to be unresponsive added another - slightly longer one - to the lips themselves. As he pulled his mouth away, he stopped - less than an inch from her face, admiring her beauty. Her breathing blew upon his lips and he kissed her once again.

"No reply" as the Beatles song had once said.

He was sure it was out of consideration for him that she had not booked herself alongside him in the bed. That's the kind of thoughtful as well as desirable mom that she was. He was pretty convinced that Melinda would not be harbouring nervous thoughts about advances he might make upon her.

But he wanted her there with him!

He placed an arm under her legs, knee level - and another around her shoulders and lifted her - sheet and all! - and began carrying her towards the bed. She was a bit heavier than he expected (a nice percentage of that was of course breast!)

He trod the path with her in his arms and reached the bed and prepared to place her on it.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

In her dream, Melinda was suddenly falling, the terrifying, deep in your gut, heart stopping plunge that leaves you struggling for breath when you wrench yourself awake kind. Arms and legs flailing, she screamed aloud, "Nooooooooooooooo!!" just as her body hit.

Am I dead? Am I hurt? Her heart felt as though it would it would burst from her chest as she struggled to catch her breath and come back into the now.

"Mom? Mom?"

"Andy?" Melinda forced her eyes open to see her son staring down at her with a look of alarm written all over her face. Where am I? she thought, her hands clutching her pounding chest as she bolted upright, trying to get her bearings.

Still dazed, she looked around in an attempt to make sense of where she was. The last thing she remembered was reading on the sofa... This wasn't the sofa. This was the bed. How in the world?

"Andy," she asked quietly. "How did I get here?"

 

[DannyBoyUK]

"You're on the bed with me, don't worry.... I carried you across here" Andy said softly and coaxingly.

The vulnerable and scared look on her face was making him want her even more now.

"Seeing as we are gonna be flatmates for a while, I thought we may as well be bedmates as well."

He delivered the line in a way that was intended to sound utterly harmless and innocent and was pretty confident that she would not pick up on the sexier innuendo that lay beneath (or that if she noticed it, she would assume it was accidental on his part)

The immediate goal at the moment was to keep her where she was - attempting to make anything carnal occur between them was quite a way off yet. He pulled the duvet up over her body, savouring a final glance of the way her chest protruded through the nightie.

"Go back to sleep, mom - and I'll be here for you if you have any more nightmares"

Melinda smiled, thinking what a good son he was and how she wished she could reward him better, especially after the twists and turns of the protracted divorce case.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Waking some hours later, Melinda once again felt disoriented, not able to place where she was. It took a bit, but she remembered Andy saying that she was in the bed. It hadn't disturbed her then, in fact it was rather comforting to know that her son was nearby. That, however, was before and this was now.

Slipping out of the bed, she padded across the room to the sofa and sat down, drawing a leg up under herself. Melinda didn't bother turning on a light, she just wanted to think and that didn't require being able to see.

She could see the glow of the digital numbers of the alarm clock from where she sat. 4.52 It would be light soon and the beginning of a very busy day, between work and some shopping afterward. Melinda's job would cover their expenses if they were careful and child support was moot due to Andy's age, though John had been made to pay a minimal amount as long as their son was still in school. She didn't want to count on that, planning to open a small account in her son's name for any deposits that might actually arrive.

One thing was certain, though. She was going to have to look for another place sooner or later. No matter how it stood now, even some small fixes weren't going to do the trick. Melinda felt more than a bit guilty that her son had actually been so concerned that he had placed her in the bed instead of leaving her on the couch where she had fallen asleep.

They'd talk about that in the morning. She was the mother and she was supposed to be the one who worried. Not her son. Despite his age, he was and always would be a boy in her mind's eye. Her boy... but a boy nonetheless.

Leaning her head on the swayback arm of the sofa, Melinda closed her eyes and tried to rest -- at least for a little while longer.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

He had had such sensational plans about an early morning snuggle with her! He had been naive in his mental agenda maybe but what he had set out in his mind was that after the alarm clock had woken them both, he would pull her close and experience the joy of her breast (albeit covered) pressing against his face. He had memorised exactly the position in which she was lying in bed and was going to sneak an accidental brush of her mound. It would be swift but beautiful. He would of course apologise but it would be a cue for them to discuss how they were going to "cohabit" in such close proximity. And then he had planned the line of "Why dont we get over the embarassment of the nakedness barrier here and now?"

But she was out of the bed now so he would awaken to find himself in need of a different ruse. The matters of which he was dreaming were far beyond a quick stroke and feel! Way way beyond!

He muttered as his nocturnal mental wanderings had him pinning her to the cramped wall of a cubicle in a public swimming bath (one of his favourite mom-son fantasies) - and entering her in circumstances where she was too shy to call for help.

As he dreamed he called out "Oh Mom! Oh Melinda! Oh Mom".

From the sofa, the real Melinda heard his cries and looked over in his direction.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Hearing Andy's cries, Melinda hurried to her son's side. Nightmares, she sighed. This whole divorce thing had really taken their toll. It would right itself when they got back some "normal" into their lives, she was sure. At least she could hope. Perching on the edge of the bed beside him, she smoothed her fingers through his hair and murmured soothing words to ease him back into sleep.

"Ohhh... mom... " Her son's eyelids fluttered and he seemed to convulse as he cried out again. What was happening???

Alarmed, Melinda snatched him up into her arms and ran her eyes over him the way mothers do to make sure nothing is out of place or physically wrong. Andy had kicked off the covers in his sleep, Melinda saw, but she also saw something else. Her son's penis was jerking wildly beneath the tent it had formed in his sweats, leaving a rapidly growing wet spot in the light gray material.

A wet dream... At first Melinda was relieved that it was only that, but the fact that Andy had called out her name slowly penetrated her subconscious. He'd called her mom, yes... but he had also called her Melinda. All boys have wet dreams, she assured herself as he started to come awake in her arms. But all boys don't call out their mother's names when they...

"You okay, sweetie?" She asked him quietly as her son buried his face against her chest and clutched her tightly. "It was just a dream, Andy. Just a dream... " Melinda began to rock him in much the way she had when he had been younger, deciding that she wouldn't mention what had happened unless he asked her what it all meant. Hopefully, she prayed, he wouldn't remember calling her name.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

It was almost like something out of "Surreal Monthly" - his dream had tailed off with his having ejaculated deep into Melinda's pussy and then having commenced on a tongue feast upon her breasts.

And as he was returning to the world of reality (a world where he had never come anywhere close to the paradise of his frequent dreams) his face was in almost exactly the same spot as his dream-counterpart had been. Okay, so there was a nightie in the way and he wasnt actually suckling - but nevertheless it took his brain a few moments to cotton onto the fact that the cubicle intercourse had not in fact taken place.

More was the pity!

"Uh Mom.....where am....uh...?" - he heard her words confirming that it had been a dream. By the way in which she was comforting him, it was as if she thought he had gone through a nightmare. He had no idea that she had heard his cries of her name. No idea that he had orgasmed. No idea that his mother was aware of this latter point. He thus decided to play upon the premise that it had been a nightmare.

"It was awful, mom, it was awful. Thank goodness you're here! I've been having a lot of bad dreams like that lately. I suppose I didn't want to admit it. It seemed childish to have bad dreams. But now that you know...uh.... that was part of the reason why I wanted us to have the bed together."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

This morning's revelation had made Melinda feel a little awkward, but she put it off on it just being a "boy thing" -- at least for the moment -- and she continued to cuddle her son in her arms, comforting him and soothing him wordlessly until it was time for her to get ready for work and Andy for school.

Leaving him off in front of his school, Melinda kissed Andy and gave him a tight hug. Perhaps she appeared to smother him a bit, dropping him off and picking him up the way she did, but Andy didn't seem to mind. Loath to alter any more of their "regular" routines in light of all the changes he was going through right now, she had still come to the realization that there was something going on with her son that would demand some rapid attention before things really spiralled out of control.

Andy and what she had heard and seen were never far from her thoughts the rest of the day, though Melinda struggled not to think about it. Nightmares, he had told her. Did that mean he was dreaming of her taking advantage? The implications were inhuman, and it sickened her to think her son would even think she would do such a thing.

Just after lunch, her boss approached to ask her what was wrong. Unable to put any of it into words, she replied that she was just worn out by the disappointment of the move and end of all the bull that had drained her for so many months. A sympathetic man who had tried to bring her out of her shell quite often over the last year, Mr. Metzger suggested that she take the rest of the day off to take care of what needed taking care of. She was grateful, but well knew that there could well be a storm brewing on the horizon and she didn't know how to prevent it.

She left the office by two, having finished up a few tasks that she felt wouldn't wait til Monday and went directly to the food store. Remembering that the fridge was small, she picked up mostly things that wouldn't spoil if they weren't chilled or frozen -- canned goods and package mixes. Spices and condiments. Paper towels and cleaning products. She'd just have to get in the habit of stopping every other day or so to pick up meats for dinner.

Melinda had forgotten how expensive it was to "set up house". This weekend was sure to take a good chunk out of her savings, that was certain. Oh, well, she sighed to herself. There was no getting around it. It was all necessary and after this morning, she was more determined than ever to make things "right" again.

 

[DannyBoyUK]

On arrival home, however, Melinda saw that her plans for supper were going to need to be altered. Their little flat resembled a nook in a high class restaurant. Andy had placed a tablecloth over the small table. It was one which Melinda did not even know that they owned, which was no small wonder as he had been out during the school lunch hour and bought it from a local shop.

Some flowers in a vase adorned the centre of the table and it did not escape her notice that their pink and lilac hues matched the cloth. There was a note pinned to the vase reading “Will be home by five - if you want to eat early, set the oven on - the casserole should take a couple of hours at gas mark four”

She opened the oven door and even unheated, the heavily herbed chicken looked marvellous, surrounded by delicate potato wedges sprinkled with basil and parsley.

She was thus able to spend a more leisurely afternoon than she’d anticipated and she slipped the shoes off her stockinged feet and went to the sofa to enjoy the novel which she was mid-way through. She felt relaxed and comfortable - the sofa WOULD be a suitable pro-tem bed. It really would. Really.....really

Really, that is, but for the plans or ideas which her son had. Returning home from school, Andy could smell that she had clearly set the cooking in motion. He hugged her as hard as she had hugged him that morning - although for a little while longer. After kissing both cheeks and her nose, and still in an embrace with her he cooed:

“I reckoned we should have a nice meal to end our first full day of living here. And I’ve heard as well that a good repast cuts down on the possibility of bad dreams.....but...but...erm..... you will stay with me tonight mom..... in the bed in case I have any more nightmares, won’t you?”

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"We'll see," Melinda replied. She really hadn't wanted to deal with this again just yet, but knew that it was something that couldn't be swept under the rug and left to fester on its own. Not even under this ragged looking carpet. "I bought a bottle of wine when I went to the shops. Maybe just tonight you could have a small glass. A small one, mind."

Andy grinned as his mother held out her hand to take his arm. "I believe dinner is ready, M'Lord. And I have dessert, too."

The two quickly traversed the short distance to the kitchenette/dining area where Andy quickly took charge. After seating his mother, he told her how he'd taken his lunch hour to buy the table and flowers and the few ingredients for their dinner. Within minutes, their meal was on the table and he was opening the wine.

"This is absolutely wonderful, Andy. I hope you know just how much I appreciate this -- and how very much I love you." Accepting the glass of wine that he poured for her, she held it up toward her son in toast. "To the most wonderful and loving son a mother could ever have. I love you, Andrew."

She was flushed with joy. Melinda well knew that sons like hers were few and far between nowadays. There were blessings everywhere. You just had to know where to look.

"Not too much for yourself, mind" she reminded him as she took her first sip. It was a lovely white and would go well with the dish he had taken such loving care to prepare. "Smells delicious, love. May I?"

He was a step ahead of her there, too... having already begun to serve. Melinda grinned, tears welling up in her eyes. "You must promise to let me do the washing up though. Deal?"

 

[DannyBoyUK]

“Alternating chores? Yes that sounds a good idea to me, mom” smiled Andy clinking his glass with Melinda, watching her sip (and thinking back to a recent dream where she was drinking from his own personal fountain!)

“Yes I’ll let you do the washing up - but I’ll do the drying up and putting away..... then you can sew that button onto my red shirt - then I..... then I..... well, seeing as I am in drying mood....”

She chuckled - that was good - but would she keep chuckling?

“.....as I am in drying mood, I’ll dry you after your shower - I’ve even got you your favourite talc”

Andy reached under the table and produced a bag from the exclusive chic perfumery Melinda liked so much but could rarely afford to treat herself at. She loved that talc and reached out to accept the twee yellow box it came in. But in so doing was she by implication accepting Andy’s offer to dry her off at the end of the night? She didn’t answer the point at once; instead she opened the box, placed a small amount of the talc on the end of her finger, sniffed at it and then playfully blew it across the table in Andy’s direction.

The meal eaten and the crockery and cutlery washed and dried, Melinda got her sewing kit and rapidly mended the button. It was something he would normally have done for himself, but he needed a task in the sequence to lead into the more pleasurable sort of drying that he had in mind.

Ready to retire to bed, Melinda went to the shower.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Dinner had been lovely, Melinda thought to herself as she stepped into the shower, almost losing her balance. She'd had several glasses of wine and was feeling a slight buzz, though she had kept a watchful eye on Andy to make sure that he didn't exceed the limit of one glass she had offered.

Melinda giggled, embarrassed when her son called out to see if she was all right. "I am. I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Don't forget... " he reminded her through the crack in the door. "I get to dry you off as well. And powder you."

"Uh huh," she replied, but if he said anything more it went unheard as she stood under the jet of water spurting noisily from the spout.

Melinda was conflicted. She knew that he wanted her to sleep with him to ward off the "nightmares", but she also knew what she had been witness to that morning -- her son calling out her name as he had a wet dream. Not for the first time, she considered the psychological inferences and repercussions of the scene.

Andy called them nightmares. What in the world was he dreaming that was so horrible yet caused him to have an orgasm? Was she attacking him sexually? What in heaven's name would even make the boy think she would do something that horrendous to him. To her son??

Lathering her body, Melinda closed her eyes as she luxuriated in the silky feel of the soap as she spread it over her breasts and down her belly, finally reaching the apex between her legs. "Mmm... " she murmured softly as she revelled in the pleasant sensations, knowing she would soon find the release she sought to lessen all the tensions of the past days. What she didn't count on, however, was the image that kept playing through her mind -- her son's penis jerking wildly as the wet pool of his cum spread across the front of his sweats.

Disgusted with herself, she pulled her hand away and rinsed off. What was she thinking? What in the world was going on here??

Drying off and slipping on the T-shirt she always slept in, Melinda let herself out of the bathroom. "Your turn, Andy" she said without meeting his expectant eyes. "I've dried myself off."

 

[DannyBoyUK]

It was an old tee shirt - emblazoned with a logo for a rock band’s tour about a decade and a half ago. For a moment Andy wondered to himself just how sexy Melinda would have looked back then, especially in a muddy field at a major rock gig - but concluded that it could not be any more sexy than she was looking at the moment.

It was also a long tee shirt which went midway down between knee and calf thereby safely covering the skimpy panties she was wearing. Panties which she generally removed just before retiring to bed - although in the current climate, nothing could be assumed.

The task-interchange looked as if it had come to an end, what with her having dried herself. Melinda was still tidying a few trinkets at the sink when her son came in (regailed in a dressing gown) ready to step into the shower which she had left running for him.

“Hey mom! I said I was gonna do that for you. No fair” and adopted a mock-sulky face which resembled the moody expressions he had adorned many years ago when he wasn’t getting his own way over some trifling matter.

“No that’s okay - “ Melinda began....
“I promised, mom. I DID promise” insisted Andy and playfully splashed some of the sink’s water onto his mother’s legs and lower part of the tee-shirt.

“Eh?” smiled Melinda
“If I’m gonna dry you, I’ve got to get you wet again” grinned Andy splashing more water onto the tee-shirt. But for the logo, the material was close to becoming transparent and he started playing over in his mind the way in which he would dry those wonderful breasts when they became suitably damp.

For good measure, he took a quantity of water into his cupped hands and threw it over her crotch area, lifting the tee-shirt slightly so that it would meet it’s target. To ensure that particular spot wasn’t foremost on her mind - he quickly splashed a second “cup” over her face.

“Think you need re-drying.... just like I promised....” - and he picked up a towel and sweetly beckoned her towards him.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Melinda looked at the water that had been splashed all over the counter and floor, giving her son a stern look as if wondering where she should begin to clean it up. Mock-glaring at him, she pounced at her attacker, only to have the rickety chair collapse under the weight of them both.

"Ohh!!" she cried out, startled as they crashed to the floor in a heap of arms and legs. Whether it was the wine, or the sheer ridiculousness of what they were doing, Melinda didn't know -- or care -- but that was not to stop her "revenge". Sitting up, Melinda started to tickle him. "Did you think you could escape the fate of... tickle torture?"

Andy laughed and bucked his body beneath her, finally able to shift himself until it was his mother on the bottom and he on top. She wriggled, trying to escape the turn of cards that made her the tickle victim, thrashing her legs wildly in her haste to move away.

"Evil boy!" she gasped between tears of laughter. "Uncle! Uncle! Let me up now... I have dessert!!"

Melinda saw the look in her son's eyes change as she tried to tempt him with the strawberry shortcake she'd almost forgotten. But it wasn't a look that she expected. It was something else altogether. It was...

 

[DannyBoyUK]

She was flat on her back and laughing wildly as she heard Andy’s next words.

“So you survived the mighty water splasher and you lived to tell the tale of the Tickle Torturer?” he boomed in a mock film commercial accent.

“But will you cope with the REAL villain of the piece?....... the mighty, the all-powerful ogre of them all....?”

Still she giggled along with him.

“....the undefeated in battle” Andy continued - “the awesome......Boobie Bouncer!”

With which he grasped at her two breasts (through her nightie of course!! - he was after all only being silly and playing a game) and bounced them up and down three or four times. Far more supple than he had imagined, he sighed as he let them go - he sure as heckfire could not let it look like a REAL sexual advance on her.

Despite her surprise at his actions, Melinda seemed to be seeing the funny side. Either that or the earlier laughs were too infectious to be brought to an end.

“So - do you submit and admit complete loss to the Boobie Bouncer? Or has he got to strike again?” resounded Andy’s voice in the same tone as before. He hoped that she would continue the battle! He wanted to feel them in his hands again. He also wished that he had called the imaginary demon the Tittie Tweaker instead since from the contours he could vaguely discern through the nightie made those nipples look eminently tweakable.

“No No I Surrender!” squeaked Melinda “And be Honourable in victory and help me to my feet,”

“Seems all that has got you dry of its own accord” remarked Andy

“But remember mom, I owe you one drying session. I dont like being in debt, so I’ll pay you off as soon as possible. After your morning shower tomorrow? “

Even though she was not necessarily in agreement Melinda nodded. She followed him out of the bathroom and watched as he got onto the bed, the duvet upon which he had already folded back.

“You joining me, mommy” he asked her, trying to keep his keen expectancy as unobvious as possible.