“You mustn’t say or even think that,” I said finishing the cigarette and not really meaning a word of what I said. In truth I was pleased and excited that he said he loved me, after all no woman wants to be wanted just for sex do they?
“But A, it’s true, I am in love with you.”
“You mustn’t be, what about dad and Sara?”
“Mum I can’t think about them. I am obsessed with you and as far as I am concerned there is just us, no one else. And that is all I want.”
“Darling you have all your life ahead of you.”
“And I want to spend that with you,” he said sensing the moment was right to kiss me and he was right. The feel of his arms around me, my body against him, his erection pressed against me and his lips on mine made me start to believe him.
“It’s impossible James, we can’t.”
“But we can, it’s easy we just do it.”
“No I could not do that to dad,” I said thinking just what it would be like telling Bruce I was leaving him for his son!
One of his hands had slipped into my jeans at the back and the other was cupping my breast inside my thin top as we kissed deeply and long. God I wanted him so much and momentarily I considered taking him upstairs and fucking him but Sara being due home soon and the guys in the grounds stopped me, bless them!
“So what do we do then?” He asked.
“Nothing, simply nothing.”
“Mum that is impossible,” he said his hand cupping the still relatively pert cheek of my bum in my jeans.
“No it is perfectly possible,” I lied without conviction as he pulled my stomach against his and I felt the length of his erection pressing into me from my pubic bone nearly to my navel. “It has to be,” I gulped as he accompanied the sensations that his erection were giving me with another set when he slid his hand up my thin top and cupped my breast.
“It doesn’t have to be, we want each other don’t we? Go on tell me that’s not true?” He asked with a shrug of his hips sending his cock surging up my tummy. “Come on tell me.”
“James no, no, no,” I whimpered as my mind told me to stop and my body told me to go on.
Holding me at arm’s length with his erection still hard against me he looked me in the eye and said. “Mum if you can tell me that you don’t want me I will stop and never do anything again. Can you do that?”
I averted my gaze from him and looked down. Of course I could not say that, I couldn’t even think it.
“So can you, can you say it’s not rue and that you don’t want me?”
Any slight resistance left me and I fell against him my face nestling against his chest as my arms went round him and I cuddled him squashing my, now, aching breasts against him.
“No James, no I can’t.”
We heard Sara’s car so we parted and James went off to his room. I felt nervous, a little flustered and quite warm.
“You ok mum, what’s happening?” She asked taking a bottle of water from the fridge and drinking most of it.
“Yes I am fine luv,” I replied wondering just what her reaction would be if I said. “Oh I have just been kissing your brother as he wants to fuck me.
The afternoon and evening dragged by with James and I managing to do nothing other than have long, lingering stares at each other.
I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when I got a text.
‘Dad’s going away Monday night, any chance?’
‘Sara will be here,’ I text back not realising at first that by saying that I was effectively agreeing to have sex with him.
‘Tuesday during the day?’
‘Never know her movements do we?’
‘I’ll find out. Sleep well.’
After breakfast the next day when Bruce had packed and gone off to wherever he was going, we don’t talk much about his business as it pisses me off, James and I had some time together. Sara was still in bed, which was her habit when home from uni, and would not get up until eleven or so. Almost as soon as Bruce’s cab had left the front gate I was in James’ arms. This time when he grabbed me I didn’t resist or stop him. We kissed greedily and passionately and our hands were all over the other.
“Oh fuck mum I want you so much,” he whispered into my ear as he pulled me firmly against him, of course he was erect.
