Slip of the Tongue

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" She growled each time. "Can I just have a minute for me? Is that too much to ask?"

As if on cue, the climatic cries of a woman in orgasm drifted through the blinds.

Rachel glared at the window and flipped it the "bird".

It took a moment for the world to settle back down, and for Rachel a moment longer.

She took a deep breath, looked over to the nightstand and retrieved her cellphone. She tapped a button on the glowing screen then placed the device to her ear.

"Hello? Rachel?" a filtered voice spoke.

Rachel sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Hi Momma."

"Hi Honey," her mother said, catching her breath.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"No, not at all. Just working on my cardio. Haven't heard from you in a while."

"... Yeah, I just figured check in. You know, see how you're doing."

"Honey, you never call to check in like that. What's going on?" Her mother asked. "Is it boy trouble?"

Rachel let out a laugh.

"I wish. That would be nice right now."

"I see..." Her mother was silent for a moment. "Is this about Charles?"

Hearing his name sent a chill through her body. Rachel's eyes turned to the framed soldier across the room.

"No... Not really." Her voice was soft.

"Honey, it's okay if it is. It's only been a few years since-"

"It's not about Charles," Rachel interrupted. "It's Andy."

"Oh? And what is my grandson up to now-a-days?"

"Well... Today your grandson got in a fight at school."

"He did not."

"He did so."

"My goodness," Rachel's mother began. "That is so unlike him."

"Is it though? He's been a real shit as of late. Always moping around, never helps around the house, stays in his room all day, hell I don't even know who he is any more. How am I to say that getting in fights would not be out of character for him?"

"Rachel, you don't mean that. You've both just been through a lot the last few years; you're probably still just figuring stuff out."

Rachel sighed.

"I don't know Mom."

"Okay then, what about his friends? Anything seem weird there?"

Rachel shook her head, even though her mother couldn't see.

"No... still the same nerdy little kids from grade school."

"Well, what about girls? He's of that age where he's probably trying to figure them out."

"He's never been one to chase skirts if that is what you are implying. Actually, I don't think he's ever had a girlfriend come to think of it."

"Really?" her mother asked. "He's about to graduate and he's never had girlfriend."

Rachel shrugged.

"Maybe he's got some mystery girl somewhere but it's not something we really talk about."

"That's got to be rough on him..."

"I guess." Rachel fidgeted with the collar of her shirt. "Any advice?"

Her mother sighed.

"Honey, it's tough to say. I mean on one hand you have this teenage boy whose hormones are probably going crazy. He's trying to figure things out but at the same time, needs a little structure. With no father figure around, that falls to you. I mean, he's going to act out and push limits just to see what you'll do and what he can get away with. The best thing you can do is call him on his bullshit."

"You make him sound like a deviant," Rachel said.

"And we both know he's not. He's still your little boy on the inside."

Rachel smiled. "I guess that's true, only he's not so little anymore."

"I bet he isn't," her mom laughed. Suddenly, on her line there was a loud SMACK and Rachel thought she heard her mother giggle.

"Mom? Are you there?"

"Mm-hmm," Her mother responded; her voice a little out of breath. "Sorry, your father just startled me."

"Oh," Rachel said. "Dad's there?"

"Of course. Did you want to speak with him?"

"No that's okay..."

"Great! Here he is," Her mother said, then in hushed tones. "Shhhh, it's your daughter."

"H-Hello? Rachel?"

Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Hi Daddy."

"Hi, Baby Girl. What's up?" His voice was lower than normal, with a deep timber as if rolling over gravel.

"Nothing much. Just called to chat..."

Her dad groaned slightly, followed by a shushing sound and more giggles.

"Dad?"

"I'm here! I'm here! Your mother just distracted me for a moment."

Rachel pulled the phone from her ear raising an eyebrow. In the background she heard her mother's soft voice moan.

"Oh my god... Dad, are you and Mom..." her voice failed her.

Her father groaned again... deeper and louder.

"Sorry Baby Girl. Your mother's a better poker player then me. We're gonna go."

And with that the line went dead; leaving Rachel staring at her phone is utter shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she growled.

Poor Rachel rolled over, grabbed her pillow and screamed into it until her throat burned. This day of torture seemed to have no end, and now has turned to mockery.

Somehow, somewhere within the deep recesses of her willpower, she rose, sitting up straight in bed shaking her head. Her eyes caught her reflection in a large framed floor length mirror. She stood, walked slowly to the mirror and took a good look at herself.

"Jesus, I look a mess," she thought. Even though it was her opinion, it wasn't necessarily accurate.

Her deep red hair was disheveled, coming free of the barrettes. Her face was still flushed and her lips seemed just a tad fuller, though they had always seemed pouty to many.

The shirt had fallen open again, leaving one of her breasts exposed while the other tried desperately to rip through the fabric, nipple first. Casually, she ran her hand down her chest, fingers bumping over her pink, sensitive tips.

She watched her reflection as her hand passed her tits, trailing along the pale skin of her stomach; the shade of which reminded her she should get some sun soon, and maybe get back to yoga as well. But that was neither here nor there she thought, as her eyes settled on her poor, abused panties covering her poor, neglected kitty.

"Oh these things have to go," she thought as she pulled the waist forward and peered down at her pelvis, lightly coated with trimmed pubic hair. The fabric was now loose and still moist with her daylong excitement. Her thumbs hooked into the waist and she quickly shed the garment, tossing the used panties near the overflowing laundry hamper. She retrieved a clean set from her dresser and pulled them on, catching her reflection as she changed.

With her back to the mirror, and the new panties sliding up, she couldn't help but admire her long legs and her still firm ass. That thought at least brought a smile to her face as she winked to herself and wiggled her butt in the mirror. With a laugh, she smacked a cheek and walked out of her room, grabbing the crumbled paper on her way.

She went to the fridge, grabbed a can of soda and sank into the chair at the table.

"What am I going to do with him?" she thought staring at the suspension notice.

She signed the paper, pushed it away then leaned back in her chair with crossed arms. With a deep sigh Rachel looked around the room.

Meanwhile...

"This day couldn't possibly get any worse," Andy thought as he lay atop his bed, feet crossed and staring at the ceiling.

His stomach was in knots. Nervous for the punishment to come and even more terrified at the thoughts he couldn't get out of his mind.

The day was tough, suspension aside. The visual stimuli from his classmates, that was normal. Getting an eyeful of the Librarian's lady garments, it was nice and he'll get over it. Hell, even the sibling quickie right beside him was something he'd get over in time. What concerned him the most was the image of his mother, perfect breasts exposed and her hand in her panties writhing on her bed as she fingered herself. No matter how hard he tried not to, he'd see her there, gasping and moaning every time he shut his eyes.

His biggest concern after all of that was he had been hard ever since.

Andy's eyes looked down to his swollen crotch.

"No," he told his groin, but instantly a vision of his mother flashed into his head again. His cock flinched in response.

"This is so fucking sick," he said as he covered his face with his pillow.

Just then, a light rapping came from his door.

"Andy?" his mother's voice called softly from the other side.

"I don't wanna talk," Andy replied sternly.

"Andy don't be ridiculous," she responded. "Look, I'm coming in."

"Mom! Wait!" he started quickly scooting back on his bed and tossing the pillow to his lap; hiding the evidence of his excitement.

His mother entered the room and Andy's eyes instantly traversed her body. Her panties were new, and the button up shirt was at least buttoned up; but still, why wasn't she wearing more?

Slowly, she crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking upon him with a motherly gaze.

"How's your face feeling?"

Andy looked at her eyes, then away.

"... It's fine. My lip stings a little," he said.

She nodded.

"I'm sure it does." Her hand reached out and lifted his chin. He flinched but didn't push her away. His looked up to her.

"I'm sorry for earlier. It's been a tough day for me, and a tough couple years since your dad died and... and I guess I was just embarrassed and... Well I'm sorry for yelling at you."

Andy took a breath.

"I'm sorry too. It's been a weird one for me."

"Care to talk about it?" Rachel asked. "I'd still like to know why you got in a fight."

Her son looked away.

"I... it... look it was just a misunderstanding. I didn't really get in a fight. I just got punched around a bit."

Concern washed across his mother's face.

"Punched around?"

Andy nodded.

"Yeah, I was in the bathroom stall and this guy and his... girlfriend came in and started... Look Mom this is a little weird to talk about."

Rachel put her hand on his knee, unaware of his throbbing member not two feet from her hand.

"Andy, it's me. You can tell me anything."

"Yeah, but we don't really talk about these things," he said.

Rachel's eyes narrowed. "Were they having sex?"

Andy looked down and nodded.

"Wow, in the men's restroom?"

Andy nodded again.

"In the stall next to me," he said.

His mother laughed.

"It's not funny, Mom!"

Rachel tried to compose herself.

"I'm sorry, Honey. That must have been so uncomfortable. Did they even know you were there?"

"No... but when they found out, the guy kinda got upset and..." Andy waved his hand in front of his bruised face.

"I see," his mother said. "So that was it? That wasn't so bad."

"Mom! It was incredibly awkward. I mean they were doing it right next to me. And they were... you wouldn't understand," he ranted.

Visions of the incestuous couple across the alley suddenly flashed before Rachel's eyes.

"Well Andy, I do have some idea," she began, "But between the two of us, I should be the one feeling awkward."

"Why?" he asked, then his face suddenly reddened. "Oh, that." Visions of his self pleasuring mother flashed in his own mind's eye. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

Rachel chuckled. "I doubt that, but it's sweet of you to say."

She straightened, clearing her throat. "So, you saw me in an intimate moment. I can't take it back, it happened, and we will move past it."

Andy cleared his throat. "Okay."

A smile crossed her lips. "Good. Promise me it won't be weird between us?"

"I'll try," Andy started, "But Mom, you're still practically in just your underwear."

Rachel looked down at her attire.

"You're right. I was just trying to get comfortable after a long shift but I'll put something more on if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No!" he said, perhaps with a little too much urgency.

She raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, I won't."

With that she hopped off the bed.

"Okay now, get up. You and I have work to do."

Andy looked up, confusion on his face. "Wait, what?"

"Get up. We are turning over a new leaf starting right this instant."

Her son shifted in the bed, his erection finally having softened.

"Okay," he began, "and how do you plan on doing that?"

Rachel beamed.

"We..." she said. "... Are going to get this place straightened out."

"What? My room?"

"Nope." Rachel shook her head. "The apartment."

A look of disbelief crossed his face. "You serious?"

His mother nodded.

"We are going to get our lives in order and start with a clean slate. We both live here, we are both adults now." She swatted his leg. "Come on, it will feel much better once we are done," his mother said as she turned and hurried out the door, unaware of Andy's eyes locking on to her perfect ass swaying on the way out.

"I'm not so sure about that," he mumbled to himself as he felt the stirring in his loins once more.

As soon as they started though, Andy began to feel different. They started in the living room, cleaning up the papers, both schoolwork and mail, then any book, magazine, or even blanket that was out of place. They chatted and joked as if the events of the day had never transpired. It was work, but for some reason, fun; which was exactly what they needed.

Once the floors were vacuumed, they next tackled Andy's room. They maintained their high morale and even took down some of the posters on the wall, as he felt he had now outgrown them. Rachel, for her part, was nothing but supportive and even tried to look the other way when she spotted curious stains on Andy's bed sheets. She just casually suggested that while she finishes up his room, he starts the laundry. Andy agreed and gathered all of the soiled garments and the sheets, tossed them in the hamper, and headed to his mother's room.

He didn't think much of it as he started to gather together her dirty clothes, quickly sorting them into various piles before putting them back in the hamper. All was going well until he found a familiar set of panties.

They were laying right there, on the floor not two feet from him. He recognized them the moment he saw them, or at least hoped for some dark reason that they were indeed that naughty pair; the very garment his mother was wearing while she pleasured herself.

He reached out his hand, surprised to see it shaking as he picked up the fabric, finding it still slightly damp. Instantly his blood raced and his stomach tightened.

"Oh God," he whispered finding himself bringing them closer for inspection, up until that moment when her scent hit his nostrils.

"Andy?" his mother called from his room, startling him from his thoughts as he shoved her panties into his pocket.

"I'm going to work on the kitchen," she continued. "Can you help me once you've started the laundry?"

"Sure Mom," his voice croaked. "I'm almost done here."

He heard her bare footsteps retreating down the hall and exhaled deeply; finding his erection, once more begging to be relieved. He cursed at himself, gathered up the laundry and tossed them in the hallway washing machine before he adjusted himself.

"Think of baseball. Think of grandma. Think of algebra..." he muttered trying to coax his throbbing member away as he headed to the kitchen.

"... Think of Jupiter. Think of chess. Think of anything, dammit!" he whispered until he turned the corner; and then all his hopes were dashed.

There his mother stood with her back to him, her long bare legs leading up to her heart shaped, panty clad rear; the cheeks barely peeking out from the bottom of his dad's dress shirt. The arms where rolled up and her hair in a quick made bun. Her hands were out of sight, deep in the soapy water that filled the sink.

He knew it would be a long night.

Rachel, in the meantime, had heard him come in. She could see his reflection in the glass of the cabinet just staring at her.

"Why that sneaky little shit. Is he looking at my ass? He is!" she thought as goosebumps suddenly rippled across her flesh. She tried to hide her smirk as her bare feet fidgeted on the lush kitchen mat, knowing very well that the action would make her bottom flex for his eyes.

Suddenly she stopped, "What am I doing?" she thought as a wave of guilt rocked her. "Teasing my son? Jesus that's bad."

Rachel looked over her shoulder.

"Hi Honey," she said, snapping her son out his trance. "You're just in time."

His face blushed but Rachel said not a word. Together they turned to the kitchen, spirits raised once again. The pots and plates and cutlery had never been so clean as they joyously tackled the room. They laughed, even joked around by splashing water or cracking each other with the ends of their towels. It was just what they needed.

Under the surface though, whether it was Andy stealing glances at the beads of water that rolled down her neck to the valley of her chest, or Rachel's sudden growing curiosity in the bulge of her son's trousers, they both couldn't help but notice the electricity in the air. He was mesmerized by how her ass flinched when he cracked it with the towel, and she in turn found a secret thrill in pressing back against him when he would reach around her body. He never saw her biting her lip but she was deadly aware of each and every time their arms brushed together.

Her body was hungry and his was about to burst, and then suddenly, the kitchen was spotless.

Andy turned to his mother, noticing two tiny bumps on her chest pressing against his father's shirt.

"So Mom," he panted, throwing a dishrag over his shoulder. "What's next?" he asked, hands on hips.

Her eyes glanced down, but whipped back up hoping he didn't catch her moment of weakness.

"Um... Just dusting," she said, her cheeks flushed.

They armed themselves with rags and cleaner, both now going separate ways and working in silence.

"What am I doing?" Andy thought as he kept stealing glances at his mother across the room.

"What am I doing?" Rachel thought as she allowed his glances to continue unpunished.

This was the game they played. Each self-chastising; yet doing nothing to change the actions led by their lustful subconscious. Andy would look and she would know, yet each time said nothing. She found herself growing more and more excited with each glance. It frightened Rachel, angered her even, but still she made no move to put an end to it. But then again...

"He is starting to look so much like his father," she thought as she bit her lip.

Andy watched, eyes glued and unwavering as his mother wiped down the table. She leaned down, bending at the waist causing her shirt to rise up over her cheeks.

"He used to love it when I would tease him like this. He would... Dammit!" She screamed in her mind as she quickly adjusted. "What the fuck am I doing? This isn't how a mother is supposed to behave."

Just at that moment, the moans from their neighbor across the alley drifted in through an open window.

They stopped dead in their tracks; Andy's ears perking at the sound while Rachel's cheeks blushed knowing the depths of the sin within each moan.

"God I hate that woman," Rachel whispered through gritted teeth as she crossed the room and slammed the window shut.

She turned to her son who was wide eyed and suppressing a laugh.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "I opened them when it was getting a bit stuffy in here."

She waved it off.

"Let's just finish up," she said, trying to block out his gaze that was causing a stirring in her quim.

Andy returned to his task when a moment later he heard a small clutter and his mother curse. He turned to find her on all fours facing away from him. Her head was down, eyes focused under the couch yet her ass was sticking straight up in the air, allowing him a full, unobstructed view of her rear.

"Wow, Mom..." he said though she heard it as a question.