One day the Black family sat at the breakfast table and Bob and Jodie talked about the art exhibit they were going to that day. Rona noticed Jamie looking sad and she filled his cereal bowl with his favorite fruit and squeezed his hand.
She tried to tell him with her eyes that they would spend the day together, but the boy averted her gaze. Rona cleared her throat and tried to get Bob's attention, but he was too involved with Jodie to notice.
She busied herself around the kitchen, scrambling eggs and making toast and when everyone had been served she poured herself some coffee and sat down next to her son.
'How come you're only having coffee, Mom?' he said.
Bob took that opportunity to look up. 'She's got to watch her figure at her age.'
Rona's lips tightened as she sipped her black coffee. There was a moment of silence during which Jamie noticed the hurt expression on his mother's face.
'Mom's got a great bod,' he said, stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth.
'Yes, Daddy,' Jodie said quickly. 'I just hope I look as good as mom when I'm her age.' Bob burst out laughing and even Jamie stifled a snicker. The teenager clapped her hand over her mouth. 'I didn't mean it that way,' she wailed. 'Honest, Mom. I didn't.'
'Sure you did,' Bob snickered. 'For an old broad she doesn't look too bad.' He reached over and smacked Rona lightly on the cheek.
'Thanks a lot, you two,' Rona said. 'I'd like to remind you, husband of mine, that you're older than I am.'
'Yeah, but it's different for men,' he said.
'Only if you think so,' she said tightly. She knew he was teasing her. Why then was she becoming angry?
She stared down at her coffee cup and Bob pushed his plate back. He glanced at his watch and then at his daughter. 'We'll argue another time,' he said. 'What do you say we go, honey?'
Jodie nodded vigorously and wiped her lips daintily with a napkin. 'May I please be excused, Mom?'
Rona stared at them for a moment, first at her husbad and then at her nubile daughter. 'No, not yet.'
Jodie had been half out of her chair and her smile froze on her face as she sat down again. 'You're not mad at me because of what dad said, are you?' she said.
Bob groaned and pushed his chair back. 'Hey, Rona, don't be so damn sensitive.'
'Don't tell me what to do,' Rona said. She kept her hands in her lap and twisted her wedding ring nervously.
'You're really mad,' Bob said, leaning over and extending his hand to her.
She ignored him. 'Make sure you are home in time to do your homework,' she said to her daughter.
'Don't have any,' Jodie said. 'Besides, Jamie and I are gonna study together later.'
'Can she go now?' Bob said.
There was a moment of absolute silence during which time Rona was formulating a plan. Two can play at this, she thought. He's got the girl and I'll take the boy. Fair is fair and if he and Jodie are having an incestuous relationship there's nothing I can do to stop it now. Why not enjoy myself too? I've denied myself long enough.
She pushed from her conscious mind the fact that she'd been having an illicit affair with her brother-in-law. Somehow that didn't seem to matter now. What mattered was that she was going to have her teenage son all to herself today. In her own house and her own bedroom and her own bed.
She glanced up through her long lashes and smiled at her husband. 'You're both excused,' she said, reaching over and taking Jamie's hand in hers under the table.
Jamie shot her a surprised look when she squeezed his hand briefly and rested her hand on his thigh. His face turning red, he looked down at his plate as Rona smiled sweetly.
'Maybe Jamie and I will think of something interesting to do too, as long as we're not invited to the art exhibit,' Rona said.
'You don't want to go,' Bob said impatiently. 'You're not interested in modern art.'
'Neither are you,' Rena snapped back. She gazed at her daughter. The teenager was tying the arms of a cardigan sweater around her neck.
'It'll really help with my art classes,' Jodie said. The girl had a talent for drawing which her parents were trying to nurture.
'Well, go on,' Rona said, moving her hand along her son's thigh until she felt the stirring in his fly.
Jamie's nostrils flared. 'I'll keep you company, Mom,' he said softly.
She lifted her now cold coffee and gazed at him over the rim of the cup. She took a deep breath and took a sip. 'That'll be nice, Son,' she said. 'Your old mother feels a little blue today.'
Jamie grinned nervously. 'Hey, don't you start that,' he said.
Bob pushed his chair back and picked up his plate. He put it in the sink and bent down to kiss Rona goodbye. 'Don't be so damn sensitive,' he said. 'No one's sixteen forever.'
'Thanks for reminding me,' Rona said dryly.
'Well, bye Mom,' Jodie said. She wore short shorts and a tight tee-shirt. Her hair was fixed in a ponytail and she looked utterly adorable and knew it. She felt guilty about spending so much time alone with her father. She tried to sound like everything was normal, but there was a feeling in the air that they all silently acknowledged.
When Bob and the teenager were gone, Rona rose from the table and cleared the dishes. Her fingers shook as she rinsed the plates. Jamie rose up and helped her, but mother and son didn't speak for a while and the silence hung in the air.
He sat down when the table was clear and Rona stacked the dishes in the dishwasher. Then she too sat down and once again rested her hand on his thigh.
'Do you sense something going on between us?' she said, her voice quavering.
'Yeah, I think so.'
She stroked his thigh and her fingers grazed the bulge between his legs. 'I know you watch me sometimes,' she said in a soft voice.
He sucked in his breath. 'Oh, Christ!'
'Don't be upset, Son,' she said.
Her lips were parched. She moistened them slowly and started again. 'I like when you watch me.'
The boy said nothing and she took his hand and squeezed it. She brought it up to her tits and held it there a moment. It was an intimate gesture rather than a sexual one, but it quickly turned sexual.
'Jesus, Mom!' Jamie hissed.
'Your father and I have been married a long time,' she said.
The boy's lower lip quivered. 'You're not getting divorced, are you?'
Rona smiled. 'Oh, no, darling,' she said.
'It's just that sometimes when people are married a long time they get bored with each other.'
He took a deep breath and knotted his brow. 'I'd hate it if you and dad split up.'
'That won't happen, darling,' Rona said, taking the boy's hand and kissing his palm. He flinched, but didn't pull away. 'Your father and I still love each other and we love you and Jodie more than you'll ever know. Sometimes your father's insensitive though.' His hand rested on her lap now and she felt the heat of his fingers on her cunt. 'But I shouldn't burden you with my troubles.' She sighed.
She dropped the boy's hand and rose unsteadily to her feet. She stood over him and touched the nape of his neck. Jamie gazed up and a tiny smile creased his face.
'How long did you know I was watching?' he said.
She leaned over and breathed hotly in his ear. 'Come with me, darling, and I'll tell you when I first saw you watching me.'
The boy's face a study in confusion, he rose up and let his mother lead him out of the room. Rona's breathing was shallow as she led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. She could have taken him anywhere, but she deliberately chose the room she shared with Bob.
Once there she closed the door and leaned against the wall, her heart pounding wildly as she gazed hotly at her teenage son. 'Did you ever jerk off when you watched me masturbate?' she said in a sultry voice.
'Sure, all the time.' He stood next to her dressing table.
'Even when you were little?'
