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Peggy awoke early the next morning and the first thoughts in her mind were about Walt. She knew she had to stop this fooling around before it got out of hand. She knew he needed intimacy and companionship but she could not be the one to give it to him. She was his mother for God’s sake.
“It’s up to me to get this under control. I am the parent here and it is my duty to stop it before it goes too far. Shit! It’s already gone too far,” she said to herself in the shower.
After dressing in a pair of shorts and a blouse tied just under her breasts, she looked at herself in the mirror and decided she had better change. She felt a little safer after donning a pair of slacks.
She could smell coffee when she walked out of her bedroom door and when she got to the kitchen she found Walt standing at the counter.
“Well, good morning to the chef. This is a nice surprise.”
“Oui, mademoiselle,” he replied glancing over his shoulder at her. “How would you like your toast and coffee?”
“It’s Madame, young man,” she corrected as she walked towards him. “I’m a married woman you know.”
“Not really,” he countered. “To me you will always be my girl. I’m still waiting for you to marry me.”
Several comebacks crossed Peggy’s mind but she decided to ignore his innuendo and she pulled out a chair and sat at the table.
“Coffee with cream and two sugars,” she said. “I like my toast dark but not burned.”
Balancing himself with one hand on the counter he reached with the other and put her coffee on the table in front of her.
Noticing her pants, he said, “Is mademoiselle cold?”
“No, I just decided not to wear shorts today,” she replied noncommittally. “Where’s my toast?”
Walt passed her a plate of toast and retrieving his crutches he moved over next to her chair. Peggy did not look up at him but continued buttering her toast until she felt his hand on her shoulder. Raising her eyes, she saw the questioning look on his face but did not react to it.
“Do you need some help?” she asked.
“Uh, no. No, I’m alright,” he responded with a puzzled voice and leaned down to kiss her.
Peggy turned her head so his kiss landed on her cheek.
“Yes?” she looked back up at him.
“Is everything all right?”
“Yes,” she said firmly.
“I mean between us?” he asked.
Sitting up so that she could lean back away from him, she looked into his eyes.
“I’m your mother and you are my son and I live with Martin. That’s how everything is between us.”
Walt flinched at her statement and moved to the other side of the table where he sat down to eat the bowl of cereal he had prepared.
“How is it this morning?” she asked trying to keep the conversation in a normal, family tone.
“Fine, I’ll change the dressing later.”
“I’ll do it for you if you want,” she replied.
“Uh, OK. If you would just check the spots that I can’t see, I would appreciate it. I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Sure, honey. Let me know when your ready.”
Peggy finished her coffee and began clearing the table to put the dishes in the dishwasher. While she was cleaning up, Martin came in and sat at the table with only a grunt for a morning greeting.
“Coffee?” she asked him.
“Yeah,” he replied and opening the morning paper, he raised it to block them out.
The next week went by without any problems as far as Peggy was concerned. Every time she turned around, she caught Walt looking at her but she ignored it. During the day, she made sure she was friendly but she kept their relationship on a mother and son level. It was while she lay in bed at night that escort kocaeli the thoughts of them together crept back into her head. They got so vivid that she frequently had to touch herself to a climax so she could sleep.
The weather turned hot and Walt had taken to sitting outside in the sun every day. She admired his shirtless torso and marveled at the muscles he had developed since he joined the Marine Corps.
She discovered that there was more damage to his body than just his leg as evidenced by the little scars all over his arms and upper body. A lot of him was apparently not protected by his flak jacket and the injuries were obvious. She could not imagine the pain he must have felt from the bits of shrapnel that tore into his body when the IED exploded.
His father had a slimmer build but the resemblance was definitely there. She could see her husband in his hairless chest and full lips. His strong cheekbones and his one slightly deformed ear left no doubt that he was his father’s son.
As much as she tried to deny it, she knew she was sexually attracted to him. She could not decide whether the attraction was for her son or for her dead husband that he represented. All she knew was that she could not allow it to progress and her love had to remain as between a mother and a son, not a woman and her lover.
Each night she prayed for the strength to keep it on that level.
Walt realized that she had pulled away from moving their relationship to a place where it was taboo in the eyes of the world. The realization did not keep him from fantasizing about her and his nightly masturbation ritual was filled with images of her naked body as he imagined it would look.
He knew she studied him when she thought he was not looking. When he was shirtless, he thought he could feel her eyes caressing his skin and he would try and look at her without letting her know it. Except for inspecting his stump for any problems, there was very little physical contact between them and their kisses were little pecks on the cheek or on his forehead.
She had gone back to wearing shorts around the house and he noticed that there were no signs of her bruises. He longed to touch her but he was afraid to drive her farther away so he limited himself to subtle contact whenever he could get away with it.
Peggy knew what he was doing and she did not overtly respond when he brushed against her or put his arm around her waist. She had to steel herself not to react to him even though her body screamed for his touches.
“I didn’t know that Marines read mushy stuff,” she kidded him one afternoon while he was reading on the patio.
She was dressed in her usual shorts but today she also wore a halter-top so she could get some sun.
“Real Marines do,” he said in a pretend gruff voice. “Remember, we cry too.”
“Those stories can be sad,” she responded standing next to his chair.
“Only when the woman won’t respond to her man’s love for her. Unrequited love leaves a deep ache in a man’s heart that nothing can soothe.”
Peggy felt a deep sense of sorrow at his words. She didn’t know if he was talking about her or about Lisa.
Breaking her promise not to get too close to him, she reached down and caressed his shoulder and his upper chest. Her fingertips touched one of his shrapnel scars and she circled it gently with her fingertip.
“Do these hurt?” she asked.
“No, not at all. I mean, yes, they hurt terribly. Will you kiss them and make them better for me?”
“You wish,” she replied and slapped his shoulder.
“Ow, ow,” he complained in mock pain. “You’re wounding a Marine and I’m government property. You’d better watch yourself.”
“I kocaeli anal yapan escort don’t have to,” she replied settling down in the lounge chair next to him with her book and suntan lotion. “You’re doing a good job of that.”
“Oh, my God, Peggy!” she admonished herself. “Why did you say that?”
Walt was silent in the realization that she had caught him peeping at her. He had hoped he was being cool about it but apparently she knew what he was doing.
“What did she mean by that?” he wondered but he didn’t know how to find out.
Watching as she kicked off her sandals and rubbed the lotion into her exposed skin, he hoped against hope that she would ask him to spread it onto her back. He was disappointed when, after satisfying herself that she was well covered, she sat back and started to read her book.
He surreptitiously looked at her every chance he got. He willed himself not to get hard but he was not successful and his erection started firming under the leg of his shorts and he couldn’t stop it. Closing his eyes, he pretended to fall asleep so he could peek at her without arousing her suspicion.
Peggy glanced over from the book she was reading and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. After studying him for a minute, she was convinced he was asleep. Putting down her book, she rolled the legs of her shorts up as high as she could get them. Then she unsnapped the waistband of her shorts and lowered the zipper so she could push them down until the elastic of her bikini panties showed. Now she was satisfied that she had a little more skin exposed to the sun.
She retied the halter-top’s tie behind her neck to loosen it enough to where she could push it down and let her breasts get some rays. She kept glancing over at her son to make sure he was still asleep and she was careful not to push it too far to where her nipples would be exposed.
“That’s all I need are sunburned nipples,” she giggled quietly. “Martin would never be able to understand that. On second thought, Martin hasn’t looked at my breasts in so long he wouldn’t know what color they are anyway.”
Settling back into her lounge chair, she found her page and continued to read her novel.
Walt had been sneaking peeks at her through his nearly closed eyelids. Even though his heart was pounding, he struggled to keep his breathing normal so she would not suspect that he was awake. He watched her roll up the legs of her shorts and then, to his delight, she opened and lowered the waistband so he could see her panties. He thought he even got a glimpse of her pubic hair when she straightened out the waistband.
He desperately wanted to stroke his erection that, by this time, was hurting from being forced down along his leg. Finally, he raised his knee and rested his foot on the pad of his lounge chair in an attempt to hide his arousal.
When he moved his leg, Peggy flinched and, thinking he was awake, she immediately pulled her top back up to cover her breasts. After studying him for a few minutes, she decided that he was still asleep so she lowered it again. This time the edge of her areola was showing and Walt focused on the sight through his eyelashes.
He watched as the hot sun made her drowsy and eventually her eyes fluttered closed and her hands holding her book relaxed and dropped to her side. When he was sure she was asleep, he half-turned towards her so he could study her at close range. He wanted to reach out and slip his hand under her top to hold her breast but he had to be satisfied with watching the fabric rise and fall with her breathing.
The waistband of her panties caught his attention and by raising izmit yabancı escort his head a little, he could see a fine line of blond hair running from under her panties and up to her belly button. He tried to read the designer’s name on the waistband of her cotton panties but he couldn’t quite make it out.
Always coming back to her eyes to make sure she was still asleep, he squeezed his cock through his shorts while imagining he was kissing her body from her belly to her neck. It took only a few strokes of his hand to bring himself to the point of ejaculation and as the sensations peaked, he let out a little sound that Peggy heard through her dozing and she opened her eyes to see what it was.
Walt did not notice her open eyes since he was now concentrating on her belly and the faint line of hair. In his imagination, he could follow it down under her panties until it widened and became her pubic fur.
She watched as he masturbated and she knew she was the cause of his arousal. At first, it frightened her but the fright immediately turned to pleasure and a feeling of power. She was still capable of arousing a young man to the point where he was reaching a climax without talking to her or touching her.
That thought set her body reacting and she felt her nipples engorge and a tingle in her pussy. The tingle grew to become a throb and she could feel the blood rushing to her labia and push them against the crotch of her panties as they flared from the internal pressure. She could not help but squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to enhance the feeling and her little motion caught Walt’s eye.
She realized that her movement had attracted his attention and she quickly closed her eyes so he would not catch her watching him. Walt suspected she was awake but he was too far gone to do anything to stop himself unless she did or said something. As he reached the point of no return, he watched her belly flutter as her muscles contracted with her own arousal.
Peggy took a chance and peeked over at him to find him looking down at her body while he rhythmically squeezed himself. She felt her own lust mount and the muscles in her groin moved in synch with his squeezes. Another sound came out of his throat and he quietly groaned. She watched his cock spasm and his ejaculate shoot out from under the leg of his shorts to land on his thigh.
She had to fight with herself not to reach down and slide her hand under her panties as first one, than another and finally a third visible spurt of his cum wet the skin of his leg. They both lay quietly with neither one willing to let the other know that they had been witness to each other’s lust.
Still not sure if Peggy was awake or not, he carefully levered himself up from the lounge and balancing on one leg, he retrieved his crutches and walked back into the house. Peggy waited as long as she could before she feigned waking up and straightening out her clothes she too went into the house and to her room.
Sitting on the commode in his bathroom to clean himself from his little adventure, Walt started to get another erection as he replayed the past hour in his head. He could not be sure that she had known what was going on but he did not know how to prove it one way or the other. He was afraid of scaring her off again so he decided to wait and see how things would progress.
Balancing his body by leaning against the vanity top, he stroked himself while visualizing the faint line of hair stretching down and into her panties.
“Mother, I’m going to make love to you,” he promised looking into the mirror. “I’m going to make you mine.”
Peggy took a shower to wash the lotion off of her body and, after putting on clean clothes she went about making dinner for her son and Martin. She and Walt carried on a normal interaction but they avoided looking directly at each other for the rest of the evening. There was very little conversation and she did not offer to kiss him goodnight before she went to bed.
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