“Appeal?”
“To the whole condom thing. How it lays bare all intentions.”
“Oh, yes that.”
“Though I have to admit,” she continued. “If I knew he was healthy, and the timing was right, if I had to choose between a man I was with wearing a condom or going without, I’d rather feel him bare.”
“Jesus, Mom,” Aiden nearly whispered as he shifted in his seat.
Evelyn shrugged.
“It’s like what you said about passion; just a little closer, more personal, and sometimes even a little more wicked. More taboo. It makes things just a little more… provocative.”
“Taboo?”
“You know, like going against the rules.”
“Wow, Mom. I would have thought you would be ‘safety first’ and ‘by the book’ and all that jazz.”
“I guess there are still things about me you don’t know.”
“I guess so,” Aiden said, “What about the pill?”
“What about it?”
“Have you considered using that?”
“Are you asking if I’m on birth control?”
“I… I um… I’m sorry, you don’t have to tell me.”
“Now that would be quite a personal thing to know.”
“It was just a thought, and I’m sorry, I’m not in my right mind.”
“Aiden, my love, it’s fine,” she said. “But to put your mind at ease, let’s just say there isn’t much need when you practice involuntary celibacy.”
He took a deep breath, then cleared his throat as the color returned to his face.
“Well, as much as it weirds me out to say,” he began, “I hope your drought ends soon.”
Evelyn smiled and leaned back, eyes taking in her son as the sound of crackling fire filled the room.
“May I tell you mine?” she asked.
“Yours?”
“What I miss the most about being with a man?”
Aiden swallowed.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
“I miss the seduction.”
“Really?”
Evelyn nodded, her deep, controlled breaths caused her chest to raise then lower in slow movements that dared his eyes look elsewhere. He noticed the buttons on the blouse and her cleavage threatening to burst from the constraints. A third button had come undone.
“It was one of my favorite parts of sex. The foreplay before foreplay. It always made me feel so powerful. Like I was worshipped. A goddess.”
Her eyes never left her son’s face.
“To be able to have this hold, this sexual grasp is exhilarating. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I… I think so.”
“You don’t sound certain.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ve had too much to drink.”
“Why do you say that?” Her legs parted just a little.
Aiden’s eyes reflexively shot up the newly exposed space between his mother‘s bare thighs. He could feel his pulse rapidly beat.
“I’m not thinking very clearly right now.”
“What are you thinking about?” Evelyn asked as she leaned further against the backrest. Her chest seem to rise in the air as her back arched ever so slightly.
“… It’s… I…”
Evelyn smiled.
“I have a question for you, but before I can ask it, I need to do something that may shock you, if you are okay with it?” she asked.
“What’s that?”
“For now, I need you to watch me very carefully.”
Evelyn stood facing her son, her long legs stretching out beneath her black pencil skirt. She let her hands slide down her body on each side until they reached the hem, then ever so slowly began to rise back up, fingertips just beneath the fabric, lifting it higher and higher as her hands slid up her legs.
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