Unspoken Pleasure

Austin accelerated again. Christine stopped asking him questions, probably as a concession to keeping herself alive. Austin stared forward at the road, angry at himself. He bet his Dad and Molly never lost control like that while they were out on their errands.

When they got to the supermarket, Austin pulled into the parking lot and looked for a space. It wasn't easy -- it was a Saturday morning and the place was absolutely packed. Half the county had to be at this supermarket. Finally, Austin parked off in the hinterlands. They were so far back they were practically parked on the highway. The rest of the spaces around them were empty.

Austin and Christine took the long hike back to the store. As they went, the blonde mother grabbed her son's arm and squeezed him close. "I'm proud of you," Christine said, "You're looking really good."

"Thanks, Mom," Austin said. They settled into the domestic routine. Austin found a cart, Christine found her shopping list, and they started making their way through the store, aisle-by-aisle. Christine kept her son with her arm-in-arm, like they were an old, odd couple.

Every few feet, Austin flinched. He kept seeing people he thought he recognized. It wasn't that he was embarrassed to be seen with his Mom, far from it, but more the fear of what might happen if he had to talk to someone he knew. A person from work might ask where he'd been. Someone from school might start a whole conversation. Austin didn't think he was about to rip off his clothes in the middle of the store, but then there were a lot of things that had happened already that he would have said were impossible before the lake.

Austin made himself take a deep breath. They were surrounded by strangers. Even if someone he knew did come by, he could handle saying 'hi.' Of course he could. And once Austin calmed down, he noticed something far more interesting: the number of men in the store that were noticing his Mom.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Now, instead of nervous, Austin felt proud. Here he was, the hottest woman in the goddamned universe on his arm, and everybody knew it. He straightened up a little more. When they went to the cereal aisle, he eschewed the Lucky Charms and picked out something with a ton of fiber and no sugar. Christine nodded at him appreciatively, then gave his bicep a squeeze.

"Mom, you OK?" Austin asked.

"Yes. Fine," Christine said, "Just appreciating your muscle tone. You've done an excellent job on yourself."

"Thanks, Mom," Austin said. He blushed. His mother's grip on his arm got even tighter.

"Lot of people here today," she mumbled.

Mother and son quickly finished up shopping. They paid for everything, then stepped outside the market. At some point while they were inside, it had started to rain. Now it was pouring. They stared out at the parking lot, lost. Thunder crashed in the distance.

"I'll go get my car," Austin said, "No need for us both to get soaked."

"You think I can't handle a little wet?" Christine asked with a smirk. "Race you!" she shouted and took off. Austin could barely see his mother through the sheets of water. He leaned into the cart, shoved it forward, and careened after her. The rain was even worse than it looked. Deep puddles were scattered across the lot like minefields. By the time Austin splashed his way to the Civic, he was soaked through. He found his mother standing by the car, laughing. Austin started to laugh, too. This was so silly.

He opened the trunk and together they loaded the groceries into the car. Then they dashed around and fell into the front seat. The both of them still in peals, drenched.

"Oh honey, you're soaked," Christine said. She stroked her son's cheek, lovingly.

"I could say the same about you," Austin said. They both looked at each other. Austin couldn't help but notice the way his mother's shirt was plastered, practically transparent, to her perfect, perky breasts. His mother seemed to be eyeing him the same way. They were both panting.

Then they were both kissing.

"We need to get out of these wet clothes," Christine gasped between kisses. She reached down and pulled Austin's shirt over his head. The blonde mother climbed past him, over the armrest, and into the backseat. Austin followed after her, leaving his sopping jeans and underwear behind him.

"Me too." Christine said. She pressed her lips to Austin's and started kissing him again, "I'm way too wet." She stripped herself down, taking breaks only to keep kissing her son. It was awkward, they were both too large to do this in the backseat comfortably. For a moment, Austin glanced up at the windows, like he could see anything through the fogged windows and the heavy rain. They were parked there, in a very public place. And now they were both very, very naked. Mother and son looked at each other in wonder. Kissed each other like lovers. Christine leaned back and spread her legs. Austin took himself into his hands. Neither said anything. They'd already agreed. Austin slid into his mother's warm pussy, the very place from which he'd once sprung, and they both sighed. It sounded more like relief than anything else.