Lovers from Beyond Ch. 05

"What?"

"Just come over here and pull on the strings. Take it off for me."

Jason took a deep breath. His mother was up to something, but he couldn't tell what it was. Maybe she was trying to make him feel guilty for having spied on her, he didn't know. Better to just get it over with, he decided, and to leave before she came up with any more weird demands.

He reached out for her back, knowing full well that she could be doing this herself. His fingers curled around and end of her bikini string. With a gentle tug, he loosened the simple shoestring knot and pulled her top apart. It dropped on the lounge chair.

"Why don't you put that on the table for me?" Vivian said.

She was torturing him, Jason understood. His mother was trying to make him feel bad for having masturbated while watching her from the balcony. She was doing it in the worst way possible for him. Tentatively, he reached for the top. Her breasts were C cups, and hanging there only inches from where his hand was. It wouldn't take much for him to turn his hand over and cup one, he knew.

His fingers clutched the bikini, and pulled it away.

"Now take off the rest." Vivian said.

Jason gulped, as his eyes roamed back and forth across his mother's body. Her back was arched slightly, with her butt sticking up in the air. He couldn't even choose between staring at her butt or at her breasts. Two shoestring knots were all that was keeping him from seeing the rest of her.

He almost couldn't bring himself to do it. His mother's ass was curvy and thick, as were her thighs. Jason didn't think he could handle seeing what lay between her legs. She wasn't pressuring him either, he noticed, as his mother was the picture of infinite patience as she propped her body up in such a salacious, sexy way.

Jason's nervous fingers went out to grasp an end of one knot. He pulled on it and watched the knot disintegrate. The fabric didn't come down like he'd hoped, because there was still the second knot holding it up. Besides that, a portion of her bottom was caught between her butt-cheeks.

Still anxious, Jason went to undo that second knot. He watched her bikini slip down to expose most of her ass and part of her pussy, but there was still that rebellious part in the middle that hadn't budged.

"Take it off for me, Jason."

Jason's head swooned as he reached out for it. He tried very, very hard to prevent his fingers from coming in contact with his mother's rump, but there was a moment or two where they inadvertently brushed her skin. His mother's pussy and anus were fully revealed now. The teen stepped over to put the empty bikini on the table like he'd been told to. Jason watched his mother turn herself over on her back. She was staring at him in a way he'd never seen before.

"Go to your room, Jason. Find yourself a sock or something to get rid of that little tent you have in your pants. Go on. I'll be in to talk to you later."

Jason gulped, not knowing what to say, or even if he should say anything at all. He simply turned and walked off.

On the lounge chair, Vivian dropped her head back and gazed at the coarse blue material that made up the umbrella. Her pussy was incredibly wet, and incredibly needy at that moment. Her fingers sought to remedy that at once. As for her son, well, she hadn't yet decided how far she wanted to take things yet.

Jason masturbated in his room. A couple of hours later, he did it again. He tried calling his girlfriend and he did talk to her for about an hour. This didn't do much to dispel the want he had for his mother.

How dare she tease him like that! Vivian knew full well what she'd been doing to him. Now he couldn't get the image of her naked body out of his head.

"I'll tell her to stop." He resolved. "I'll just apologize for jerking off on the balcony and I'll tell her to leave me alone."

It was at a quarter past six in the evening, when Vivian called for her son to come to dinner. Jason smelled hamburgers cooking. Once he'd opened the door to his room, even more of the aroma wafted into his nostrils. The teen made his way into the dining nook, because it wasn't a true dining room. He saw a plate with a hamburger, a generous serving of fries and the dressings sitting to the side.

His mother was wearing a tight shirt that clearly outlined her breasts, and tight shorts that hugged her bottom. Jason hadn't seen her dressed like that... maybe ever.

"Mom, you need to go into your room and change into something else." He said.

"And why is that?" Vivian asked, as she brought over a glass of soda and ice.

"Because you shouldn't be wearing that in front of me."

Vivian shrugged. "I can wear whatever I want. Deal with it."

"No, you can't."

She'd gone back to get her own plate and took a seat right next to him. "Make me, Jason. Make me change into something else."

"I know why you're doing this."

"And why is that?"

"Look, I'm sorry." He stammered. "I'm sorry I spied on you that day on the balcony. I'm sorry I did what I did up there. Can we just put it behind us? I want you to go back to normal."

"What am I doing that's not normal, Jason?"

Jason didn't know what to say. Vivian had made him undress her, hadn't she? She was teasing him even right there at the table with what she was wearing.

"Do you want me to come clean with dad?" Jason relented. "Is this about me taking responsibility for my actions or something like that? Is that why you're doing this to me?"

"I never said that."

"Well, what do you want then? What I want you is for you to stop messing with my head!"

"Do you want to fight with me like your father does?"

Jason lowered his head. "No. Sorry."

"Then relax." Vivian replied, as if it were that simple. "Let me make an observation. You stress out the same way your father does, over every little thing. I want you to relax and enjoy the scenery, and I am part of the scenery. Is that something you can handle or do I have to write it out in big letters for you? I'll make a big sign for you, and it's going to have one word on it; relax in all capital letters."

"You want me to enjoy your scenery? Is that what you're telling me?"

"You were enjoying the scenery that day on the balcony, weren't you? And I know you enjoyed it on the sundeck earlier, judging by how fast you ran off to your room. The big difference is that I know about it now. Do I look like I'm mad at you because you saw me naked?"

"I don't know."

"You're as stubborn as your father."

"Let's just talk about something else." Jason decided.

"Let's do that. Tell me about Patricia and what happened that day in the sauna."

Seeing no way out of it, Jason told her everything.

At the end of it, Vivian laughed out loud. "So after all that, you didn't even get to first base with her?"

Jason chewed on his burger. "Thanks a lot, mom. I feel so much better about that now."

"Jason, don't be an idiot." Vivian told him. "You're not one of those boys who can't even put his arm around a girl's waist, are you?"

"Mom, I had girlfriends in San Diego."

"And now you have one here in Benton." Vivian reminded him. "And you also have this big, luxurious house with six bedrooms in it. Most of the time, that house is empty. If you were to ask me, I would say that the Grant House sounds like a pretty good place to spend time with a girlfriend."

"You want me to invite Patricia over to spend the night with me?"

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"And how old is she?"

"The same."

"And do you know how to clean up a room so it'll be ready for the next person to use it?"

"Yes. I've been cleaning rooms for months now."

"Try and connect the dots there. It's not that hard, Jason."

They chatted, about Patricia, and about Brian and his job, and about life in general. After a time, Jason was even able to get over his mother's skimpy clothes and the fact that she knew he'd masturbated while thinking of her. Vivian didn't look at all bothered by it.

Later, Jason was in his room and finishing up his homework, when his mother came by and rapped on his open door.

"Yes?"

"Jason, I'm going to take my shower now." Vivian replied, as she stepped into his room. In her hand, she carried Brian's video camera. "What's the keyword I told you to remember?"

"Relax."

"Are you relaxed?"

"I guess."

"Here." She held the camera out to him. "I want you to watch this while I'm in the shower. Don't worry about any ulterior motives, because I don't have any. At least not like you think. What's the keyword?"

"Relax."

"I'll come back and get the camera after my shower, because I have to put it back before your father gets home."

Vivian stepped out of the room, while Jason held the camera and took a seat on the edge of his bed. He wondered what it was all about. Since he knew his mother's habits, he figured he had at least forty-five minutes before she'd come back. There was a memory card in the camera, Jason noticed. He powered the device on and put it on play.

The young man's breath caught when he saw the video. His mother was lying on a bed naked, while his father walked around the room and recorded her from various angles. Jason saw a close-up of what lay between his mother's legs, and of her breasts, and finally of her smiling face. His father mounted her. Jason saw how her expression changed, and the sway of her breasts as he fucked her. Jason heard the noises she made.

The glimpses of his father were fleeting and vague. Jason saw the man's hands, and the familiar band on the ring finger. He heard his father's heavy grunts.

Jason realized that his mother might be masturbating in the shower. That's why she had given him the camera and would be taking it back once she was done. Vivian was fantasizing about him in much the same way he'd been imagining her. No wonder she asked him to take off her bikini. No wonder she'd been asking all those questions about Patricia.

When his father turned his mother over and propped her up so he could take her from behind, Jason couldn't help but to lie back on his bed and pull his shorts away. Mentally, he put himself in his father's place. He gripped his cock and vicariously he stroked it. Jason thrust his hips up slightly to match his father's movements. As he'd done in the past, he imagined the feel of being inside his mother's pussy. It was her soft moans that intoxicated him the most. When his climax came, it was abrupt and strong enough that he was left grunting on the bed. His seed dripped all over his fingers and spilled out over his cock and abdomen.

"Did you have fun, Jason?" Vivian asked, when she came back to claim the camera. "Because I sure did."

Jason didn't know what to say, so he stayed quiet.

Vivian was giggling as she left his room.

The following day was Friday. Jason went to school and got through all of his classes. When he had a spare moment he was messing around with his girlfriend. Sure, she could come over, Patricia said, as long as Jason promised to deactivate all the alarms and avoid another 'incident.' Unfortunately, she wouldn't be able to pay him a visit on that particular weekend, because her family was going out of town for some family event. Jason penciled her in for the following weekend, as long as no unexpected guests showed up at the Grant House.

After school was over, Jason spent an hour chatting with Patricia, before he walked her to her house. He used his trusty skateboard to propel himself back home.

Jason didn't see his mother in the guesthouse, so he sought her out in the Grant House. He found her on the third floor, rushing around and tidying up all the bedrooms.

"Where have you been, Jason?" She asked, upon first spotting him.

"Patricia is going out of town for the weekend, so I hung out with her. What's going on? Are those rappers showing up after all?"

"Not them, thank goodness." Vivian said. "But we are expecting guests. We have a team of producers coming out here tonight. You know that Void Captain show you watch sometimes? Well, they're going to be working on plots for next season's episodes."

"That's so cool!"

"Not on short notice it isn't!" Vivian shot back. "Anyway, you know the routine when these executives get together. Absolute silence and lots of catering services. Go grab the vacuum and give all the bedrooms the once-over. Check to make sure the light bulbs all work, and the plumbing, and check to make sure the windows are all clean..."

"I got it, I got it. What are you going to do?"

"I'll be dusting and fluffing up the beds, and putting some kind of fragrance all over the place. What kind of fragrance do you think science fiction people will like?"

"I don't know." Jason chuckled back.

"Well, you can't go wrong with tropical rainforest. Anyway, get to work, young man. That's an order!"

It took them the better part of three hours to go through the entire house. Top to bottom, it was as presentable as they could get it, and despite the several blotches of bird shit that Jason had to scrub away from the guardrail on the roof.

At half past seven, they were just finishing up with the huge game room in the basement, when Vivian's phone went off.

"You've reached the Grant House." Vivian greeted buoyantly.

After conversing for a couple of minutes, she ended the call and went to flop down on one of the couches.

"They're not coming tonight." Vivian announced.

This prompted Jason to stop dusting the furniture in the little theater section. He came over and took a seat across from her. "Did they cancel?"

"No, they'll be here in the morning. I guess their main executive producer couldn't break away from whatever he's doing. We are to expect them between nine and ten in the morning. They might be staying as long as Monday or Tuesday. Leave it to these dummies to make us run around the house like this, only to change the plan at the last moment."

"That's what they do, mom. You should be used to it by now."

"Well, I'm not!" Vivian complained. "Why are you sitting way over there? Come over here and sit by me."

Vivian made room for Jason to sit on the edge of the couch, although she was still on her back. The teen's body ended up pressed against the side of her stomach.

"Thank you for helping me." Vivian said, as she set her hand on Jason's arm.

"I'm not letting you do all that work by yourself. You would have been out here all night."

She slipped her hand under Jason's sleeve. "You're sweaty."

"I wonder why." Jason grinned at her.

"Jason, can I ask you something?"

He shrugged. "I guess. Is it about Patricia?"

"No, it's about us. What do you think about what we've been doing? Do you think it's wrong that I showed you that video last night? Do you think I went too far?"

"I thought I went too far when you caught me on the balcony."

"But that was an accident. Those were your hormones going wild. You did what any other young man your age would have done when seeing a gorgeous woman like myself naked." She giggled for a moment. "What I did, Jason, that was not an accident."

"I don't think it was wrong. I think you did what you wanted to do, and so did I."

"But I'm making you do things and putting things in front of you that you would not have otherwise done or seen."

"What's the keyword, mom? Take your own advice and relax."

"Is that an order?"

Jason chuckled. "I guess it is. I'm hungry."

"We'll order pizza. One for you and one for me. Your dad can have all the leftovers. We'll do this in, say, ten minutes, okay? Jason?"

"What?"

"You've seen me naked twice now. The most I've seen of you is when you've taken off your shirt."

"Three times." Jason corrected. "I accidentally walked by when that swimsuit model was staying here. I saw both of you out on the sundeck. I ran away that time, too."

"Well, there you have it. You've seen me naked three times, and I haven't even seen you naked once. You don't even have to take all of your clothes off. I just want to see you in your underwear."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Jason. When am I not sure?"

Jason stood up pulled his shirt over his head. This was easy enough because he'd done it regularly. It was a little tougher with his pants, but in the end they came off too. He stood there for a moment, in front of the couch, while his mother stared at him.

Vivian sat up and moved to the edge of the couch. "You don't have to if you don't want to, but..." Her eyes went to the bulge at his briefs.

Jason took a deep breath, but he found he couldn't expose the rest of his body to his mother.

Seeing this, Vivian reached out and tugged at the band of his briefs. "Tell me when to stop, Jason."

Vivian could see the ridge of his erection against the soft cotton. When her other hand joined the first, the briefs came down far enough to reveal the first of his pubic hair.

"Should I stop, Jason?"

The next time Vivian tugged, the base of his cock started to show.

"Stop, mom. That's enough."

Even though she looked reluctant, Vivian pulled her hands away. "Did I go too far?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm just thinking about dad."

"You're right." Vivian decided, as she slid to one side and got up. "We're done here, so let's just go home and shower and that'll be the end of it."

Vivian strolled away, leaving Jason alone to get dressed.

After they'd cleaned up, they ordered pizza and watched a movie at home. They talked about a number of other things, except what was going on between them. It wasn't until they'd finished eating that Vivian the subject up.

"Tell me where the line is, Jason. What is acceptable to you and what is going too far?"

Jason deliberated this for a couple of minutes. "I think we can masturbate while we think about each other, but we shouldn't touch. If we touch each other, it becomes something else."

"If you see me naked, that's okay?"

"Yeah."

"What if I see you naked?"

"Mom, I don't know." Jason admitted. "This is all new for me."

"Jason, if you don't make the rules, I will." She replied. "The one absolute is that we will not go all the way. Can we agree on that?"

"Yes." Jason nodded.

"Well, what about the rest of it?"

"I don't know about the rest."

"What if we try some things? If we don't like them, we just won't do them again."

"What kinds of things?"

"Like you taking off your clothes. We can start with that. Does that sound reasonable to you?"

Jason shrugged.

Vivian glanced at the clock. "Your father won't be home for another couple of hours. Let's go to your room. You'll be more comfortable there."

Jason followed his mother, who was wearing tight and skimpy clothes once again. "Are you stressing to see me naked?"

"Yes, I am, Jason." Vivian admitted, right before she sat down on his bed. "Think back to that first time when you saw me from the balcony. You were excited, weren't you? You saw all of me, and I had no idea that you were watching me. I have a pretty good idea of what was going through your mind then. The same thing goes through my mind when I think about you. I don't think it's fair that you got to see me that way and I can't have the same privilege."

Jason was beginning to understand that his mother wanted to see his cock. She wanted to stare at it and gauge it, so that she could fantasize about being fucked by it later. And it was true; he'd seen her butt-naked from the balcony, and later she'd shown off the rest of her body to him. Several times now, he'd framed those images in his mind while he played with himself.

"Okay." He said.

Jason went on to remove all of his clothing. His erection stretched before him like a little tower, while his mother ogled him from top to bottom. She was memorizing what his body looked like.

"Oh, Jason." Vivian moaned. "Earlier, you said we couldn't touch, but you didn't say we couldn't touch ourselves if we were in the same room."