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Men, young and old, ogled me like I was a piece of juicy meat. A tremor of thrill raced down my spine and I nodded my approval. The loud music blasting from massive speakers placed at strategic locations added to the cheerful mood. As we cruised deeper into the belly of the club I noticed the stares directed at me. 'Not that much of a drinker yet,' I nodded, taking his admission to heart with some amusement. ' Jason leaned and whispered, 'you're the hottest girl in the club.' He called me "girl". Plus, you really need some timeout from all those manuscripts you've been reading all week.' No, apparently he wasn't joking. And you're way too young –' 'Mum,' Jason's voice was firm. I don't sneak behind your back like most kids do with their mums, so I expect you to return the favour by trusting me. It's an art perfected by teenagers.' My heart picked up pace at the Jason's threat. This party, who's going to be there – your friends from school? ' Jason did have a way with words, and as usual, he was right. In fact, the only fun I ever had was when I chatted with Jason during our free times. The material clung to my body like a second skin, accentuating my wild curves – my puffed up breasts, my protruding arse, the small bulge of my stomach, and the bulk of my thighs. A knock dismantled the silence, breaking into my thoughts. You look absolutely stunning,' 'Thank you,' I said. Today, in the kitchen, when you hugged me, I felt ... 'Mum, I don't know what you want me to say.' Jason said. The real reason is this...' I held my breath and awaited the dreaded answer my mind had been run circles around all day. 'Jason, this is lovely,' I said, 'but I need to know why you're doing this.' 'I told you, mum. I want you to rediscover your confidence in yourself.' 'No, Jay, I want to know the real reason you're doing this. How did a mother tell her son she felt his hard cock on her arse without sounding inappropriate?
I brushed my teeth, showered and dressed in a brown turtleneck sweater, a black skirt, and brown heeled sandals. I expected Jason to fantasise about girls his age and certainly not old me.
My Fridays usually scooped abundant records in my black book for being my least favourite days of just about every week. My slender, shapely calves, the only visible part of my leg, supported a pair of thick thighs that I considered unattractive. He fetched a glass of orange juice from the fridge. ' 'I just think you deserve better.' Jason said, fusing me with a set of determined eyes. Those words compelled this afternoon's kitchen incident before my mind's eye and I cringed internally.
What I didn't know was this Friday was going to be different – the strangest of all Fridays I had woken up to –and my life would change forever. My husband, Paul, works for a Software firm, my 15 year-old daughter, Cathy, is still in high school, and my 18 year-old son, Jason, is in the process of entering college. The next minute, he's acting like I took something precious from him,' 'Hun, it's okay,' I soothed Paul, grabbed his arm lightly and led him to the kitchen backdoor. It had been so long ago since I scrutinised my body as such. 'Mum, I just want you to be happy,' 'Want me to be happy? 'I don't understand where this is getting at, Jay,' 'He's not treating you right. 'Mum, you're the most beautiful woman in the neighbourhood. ' I said, completely caught off guard by the compliment.
I put my makeup on, tended to my hair, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for the family. Paul, Jason, and Cathy ate at the table while I remained in the kitchen, packing up their launch boxes. I shook my head and reminded myself about my promise not to jump into any conclusions. She had some sort of school project to complete with Jenny and was staying over at Jenny's house under the close supervision of Mrs Lane, Jenny's mother. He told me he wasn't going to be home anytime soon.
'Hey,' At the counter, I spun around and met my husband. ' 'Honey, I gotta go,' he said, brushing his lips on my right cheek. 'He's still acting weird,' Paul complained, glancing at the dining table. I didn't demur over his decision to remain at work until much later in the day. 'I had football practice.' I couldn't help grinning back.