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A pause.
"I felt his sampling me at different parts. He would stand-up my pubic strands here and there to determine their length. I could feel gentle tugging. Oh dear, was all this really necessary?"
A pause. Bated breath.
"He asked me to open my legs a little. I sensed he moved nearer. His finger ranged over my thicket. It was like he was examining my texture. Like he was feeling up the texture of a tapestry in a luxury carpet shop. He ran his finger this way and that, parsing me, to analyse my pubic constitution. I could feel his breath."
I observed from the corner of my eye Ethan's right hand cupping his groin, as if in futile effort to contain the pleasure throbbing through his quivering flesh. I saw an emerging glisten of granule on his head.
"After a long while, Seb said he was done. He said he liked the way I was put together there. I thought that was a strange thing for a son to observe and say to his mum. That his mum was a jigsaw puzzle of a cat?"
I stalked to the bed. Cameled my back. Ethan looked at the arc before him...
"Mummy's home..."
He gave me a look that said he belonged there.
***
Epilogue
My cell phone chimed. The ringtone I had set for him. An urgent, yet velvety shrill. Characteristic of him. A message.
"Coffee? Café at the park. Friday, tenish?"
"OK"
"I want to see you."
"Huh?"
"I want to see you... again."
"Oh?"
"Yes"
"Hmm..."
***
I stepped into the café. Ordered an espresso from the counter. Found a two-seater table at a bay window corner at the back of the shop. I crossed my legs.
He entered the café. He scanned. I looked away, lowered my head and recrossed my legs slowly, being careful not to bump the leg of the small table.
When I looked up, he was gazing straight at me with a slightly questioning, fascinated look. He strode to my table. We held each other's eyes. A knowing smile crept across his face as he saw one appeared on mine. We exchanged custom pleasantries.
"You are, aren't you?"
I said nothing.
He gazed round to see whether anyone was close.
Softly, but assertively, "Show me."
A command. He was no longer a son. More like a big bro. And he had the size and wherewithal to back that up.
I blushed. And then, a deeper flare of rouge. Almost ruddy now.
He observed me. My bare arms. Erect back. The tilt of my elfin chin as if I was tucking a violin under it. The curve of my bosom silhouetted against the bay window. The wind from the patio rustling my hair.
He ordered his coffee. Gulped the murderously black and concentrated thick brew. The sludge must have roasted his insides. He appeared to relish the burn.
He looked at me again. He ran a finger around the lip of his coffee cup. I moved a little. I looked at him look at me.
We talked a little.
The End
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 1 year agoBeautiful sensitive nuanced writing that reminds me of similar writing by DesmondAndromeda also on this site.
ingaroberts1over 1 year agoLoved this erotic story. It seems so natural that a family would explore their thoughts and fantasies together with honesty and respect. Your writing captures this idea superbly. It leaves me feeling 'no lines were crossed' and the bonds between family members strengthened. A beautiful piece of writing. Thank you.
Anonymousalmost 2 years agoVery exciting. I love your writing. Your style. Please write more. What a turn-on. I follow you as one of my favorite authors. Always looking to see if you have written something new.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoVery erotic! Highly recommended reading for anyone who appreciates well-written, intelligently-written stories.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI’m a liberal arts college student. Just want to let you know how much I enjoy your style of writing. Never thot I will ever see Proust, Descartes, Kierkegaard, Brahms, Richard Strauss, Ravel alongside “cock” and “pussy” in a literotica story. You infuse these elements without being pretentious and high brow. All so apt. Your unique style of writing is so beautiful. You sure know how to paint the most vivid of mind pictures. Moving on to your other stories. I count myself so lucky having discovered you on the site:
Anonymousabout 2 years agoWow! What a writer! You write so simply, & yet so compellingly.
“It was spring. Life was exciting and new for no particular good reason.”
“I was glad we live in a world with Marches. Wouldn’t it be terrible if we just skipped from February to April?”
After her orgasm:
“As I climbed down from my high, suddenly the world seemed fuller and more spacious than I had ever imagined it could be. It was like one of those astounding moments when you look around at the world and really see it for the first time, feel its presence as a reality instead of just a bunch of concepts. Water is really wet. The sky is really blue. This world is really the only one we have.”
Was I fucked? In the arse too?:
“My eyes flickered. It was night. We had drifted to sleep on the towel mat on the beach. How long had we dozed off? …. My lower body retained a trace of that tense feeling. I gazed down. Oh my goodness, my slit was caked shut by dried excitement. Whose? I continued to feel a sort of friction throughout my entire body. The sweet lassitude that came from my insides powerfully churned. But, was this dream or reality? I sensed too, an unfamiliar sensation in my buttocks. Was he there too? Damn! I don’t remember a thing. What happened?”
How does one think and write like that?
I wanna take writing lessons from you…
Anonymousabout 2 years agoAs a Brit in an erotica site like literotica so full of Americanisms, it’s nice to read some Brit nuanced writing for a change. Brit spelling, expressions, slang, sensitivities, humour. Sauler, you’ve a unique teasing style of writing. Thanks for bringing some diversity to this site. You are bold and innovative, not afraid to render stories differently.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI bought an exposed bra & crotchless pantie today. Can’t wait to tease my son this weekend when he stays over. Tx for the inspiration. I am going to finally do it.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoI keep reading the part on the wife relating to her husband how their son meticulously examined her pubes. Very erotic. Very talented writer.
