After the Game was Over

After The Game Was Over

1

Sandra felt overjoyed to have Tommy home for his vacation, She couldn’t keep from looking at him fondly, to offer a possessive touch to his arm as they sat close. As for Tommy, he felt disconcerted by the way that Sandra, his mother, was looking at him in undoubted affection, but also in new and disturbing ways. Just how was he to deal with this and what had brought Sandra to revealing that, perhaps, all was not well in her life at home in the weeks since he had been away?

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‘I’m so glad you’re here with us…with me for tonight’s game, darlin’…we used to do this real often, but you drifted away.’

‘I went to college,’ Tommy smiled, his tone suggesting that it was ‘no big deal’ for him.

‘I know that darlin’, but home doesn’t feel the same now.’ Her fingers brushed over his hand as he held the beaker of lemonade on his thigh, the straw the colour of the Red Sox team. ‘I…I need to get used to you doin’ that…not bein’ at home anymore or not as often.’

She took the foam drink beaker from his hand, and he watched her lips move to suck on the straw, her look soon meeting his.

‘Finish it, if you want…I’ve had my fill.’

‘And you won’t spill it if our team scores another homer…’ Sandra smiled. The two of them had remained seated, as if engrossed in each other, as those around them stood up and the stadium erupted with the noise that the home spectators made, large screens all around the stadium capturing ever-changing scenes.

Tommy wondered if her life had suddenly become a whole lot emptier, or she struggled to adjust to changed times now that he was away. Whenever they spoke over the phone she had given nothing away. He sighed and glanced at the crowd all around them, seated or standing up to stretch legs, but the mass of faces and loud voices, catcalls and laughter, seemed to merge into an impenetrable wall of colour and noise. There was no way he’d spot Frank, his father. He’d gone to get some hot dogs, the chatty vendor nowhere to be seen on the steps that divided up the blocks of seating areas.

‘College isn’t so far away, mom…I come home. I have my work to get through too…the street art pays off some of my college dues…and it keeps me focussed on what matters.’

When he wasn’t consumed by art college work, he worked as a street artist, his creations to be seen on pavements or, as of recent weeks, on buildings. It was work that he had to pitch for, the competition fierce and the skills of others, men and women, something to wonder at and learn from. He’d even worked in a team of four, painting the gable end of a building. They had won an award for its execution, the colourful work brightening up an otherwise dull street scene.

‘I know, and you’re so darn good at it. Your father and I are proud… your sis and brother have drifted into very routine kind of jobs…and the Ashley family has a rising star amongst them.’

‘My job’s sure different,’ he grinned meeting her softened look upon him, felt the slide of her hand over his thigh once more. He sure wished she wouldn’t do that.

‘That picture on the wall of that condo block…the head and shoulders of a girl with her hair all wet as if she’d walked into the pond to feed the ducks around her? It also paid well…for the first time I came out in front.’

‘I’m so glad darlin’…’ Sandra had saved a picture of the mural on her iPhone, the young woman’s hair slicked down and her vest like a second skin. The work had shown the range of his skills and devotion to the woman portrayed. She’d even felt the gnaw of uncommon jealousy that the picture had aroused in her. Tommy, her boy, had moved on and become independent of her. It had begun some years ago but there remained a bond that sustained her.

‘I’ve got other work in mind, commissions to follow up…the sketches are done. I’ll show them to you…’

‘I’d like that darlin’…I’d share in what you’re doin’.’

He looked away as spectators shoved past, behind them, Sandra leaning in and resting her head against his shoulder. Tommy breathed in her scent, felt the brush of Sandra’s hair on his cheek and was disconcerted by her renewed familiarity in such a public space.

It was futile to deny that she possessed an understated sexiness and that he had once obsessed over in his formative years, in times of his raging puberty, when that mane of auburn red hair was often left to hang loose, lending her a wilder, carefree appearance; the clothes she wore shaping her, but leaving enough unseen for him to imagine. She took pride in her appearance, had fussed over it before they had left for the game.

It was the same now, although her attentiveness had an edge, her clamp on his arm as they talked making him look her way. Sandra’s navy-blue blouse front was covered by a multi-coloured silken scarf that she had tied at her throat and its ends hanging down over the curve of her breasts, bangled bracelets on each wrist, her black jeans kaçak iddaa and pumps so in keeping with her taste in clothes. She looked good in them and ragingly desirable…if he allowed such thoughts of her to even go there.

Tommy looked at her, impulsively brushed away stray strands of her hair. ‘I shouldn’t do that…I like it looking all mussed and free…even a little wild. My mom looks younger when it’s like that…’

‘Not as young as that girl in the picture on your desk. I saw it when I was tidying up your room, yesterday. Is she your girl…at college?’

‘Each age has its own beauty…and yes, she is. Her name’s Linda, and she is beautiful.’ He’d not gone with many girls before college, but Linda had taken his experiences to a new level, and they shared in acts that often wrecked him.

‘You say such wonderful things sometimes.’

Before he could stop her, Sandra’s arm went about his neck and she drew in for a kiss, not any kiss but one on the edge of his mouth.

‘Mother…Sandra…don’t, or not like that,’ he said in dismay. They were both startled to hear a cheer as the address system announced the latest kiss-cam images. ‘Oh Jeez, I hope we’re not on it! Dad will go crazy…’

‘If he even bothers to look at the screens all around us, darlin’…he’s got his little flask of bourbon with him. He’s probably spiked his Cola with it…that’s why he’s takin’ so long to get back here to us. He can’t keep that a secret from me, not that I wanted to know how far he often gets on the slugs of drink that he takes. It sure gets hard to deal with when you’re not around…’

She smiled wanly at him.

‘I sure didn’t know things had gone that far,’ he sighed, now understanding her possessive ways with him. He did not stop her when Sandra slid a hand into his and held it tight. ‘I’ll do what I can to help you with him…while I’m home on vacation.’

‘I want and need that, darlin’…’ Comfort, wayward as it might become, would be close. ‘Yes, I need that darlin’…his work’s wrecking him…changing the man you know your father to be. While I help him, I need some help of my own…’

The way Sandra said it made Tommy wonder just where things might be heading between them.

 

2

Sandra jerked open the driver’s side door of the car. ‘Help me with him…will you please, darlin’…I can’t do this on my own this time?’

He wasn’t the kind of guy to refuse a call for help, even if her behaviour had thrown him of track, the woman who’d behaved out of character and had for a moment played a role he’d once fantasised about, that of him claiming the auburn -haired woman, his first score with a girl a surrogate for what he’d dreamt of doing with Sandra.

‘Sure, I wasn’t going to let you do that on your own, mom…’

‘Sandra…use that name. I’m through the times I wanted you to call me mom…’ She gripped his arm and kept him from leaving the car. Tommy had sat in the passenger seat as Frank lay back on the back seat, the drink’s beaker still held in one hand.

‘Your father’s really gone too far this time…’

‘What’s that your sayin’?’ came Frank’s slurred question to them. ‘I’ll soon be okay…and the game was great…didn’t see no cam shots though.’

‘You didn’t miss anything,’ she retorted and on a look in the rear-view mirror. Frank’s ashen face was to be clearly seen, his head lolling to one side. Her husband really did stretch their bond sometimes, did so even after she’d scolded him for letting himself go and embarrassing her in that stadium with folks milling all around them

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‘An’ I went there to have a good time…got a little wrecked…and I’m sure sorry.’

‘Save it for later! Right now, Frank, you’re sleepin’ that off…I’ll bring you somethin’ to eat!’ Sandra cried out angrily. ‘That you should let go and there, in the stadium of all places. You spoiled it for Tommy and me…’

‘Go easy, Mom..’

‘No I won’t, and I said call me Sandra…’ She had twisted in her seat as she said it, looked angrily at Frank then at him. Tommy saw her blouse tighten against her breasts, how they were shaped by the fabric. Her slacks flattered slender legs as she moved. Sandra brushed away the tumble of her hair, in a graceful sweep of one hand before she turned and pushed on the door. ‘Let’s get him inside!’

‘And we go from there…’

‘You said it, Tommy, darlin’, ‘we go from there’.’

♥

Frank ate what they prepared for him. He did not protest when Sandra led him to their bedroom and she helped him undress, kept him from stumbling over his pants as they dropped to the floor, at his ankles, and she bent down to sweep them away, along with his shirt that he dragged off his body.

Her man was strong, bulky, his hair going grey, and his face drawn and ageing far too quickly for her liking. Troubles at his work were taking their toll on him and drink, not her, was turned to for comfort. She’d persuaded him to gulp down the fizzy contents of a small glass kaçak bahis of tonic that would make him sleep and kissed him goodnight before closing the door between the bedroom and their en-suite shower room.

She’d wear something to match her mood, wayward as it was and had been since that kiss she had shared, or pursued from Tommy, at the game. She ached for the heat of a different distraction, and she knew that cam kiss had set him off; set him wondering what his mother who was always so in control of herself wanted from him.

Somehow, she wanted to make that happen, the ache in her belly needing to be satisfied in the most wayward way imaginable. A different kind of loving was all that she sought and wanted that to be with her gifted son.

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It was sometime before Tommy came down into the kitchen. He was in a pair of chequered lounge pants and a T-shirt, a drawing pad in hand, loose pages poking out from within its covers.

‘Have you calmed down?’ he asked, standing at her shoulder as she made a drink of fresh orange juice, the blender whirring softly. He resisted the instinct to keep looking at her and how a nightdress shaped her. The thin dressing gown flowed about her as she moved and failed to conceal what she’d bring to a man.

‘Yes, some…but your father’s behaviour tonight was something else, quite new. I’m so wound up about it…decided I wasn’t going to wake him, so I got changed and now I want to relax and to be with you.’

‘I noticed…’ he smiled, his eyes again drifting over her. The shock of that kiss, at the game, had given way to other feelings, being horny being only one of them. Linda, his girl, sure didn’t bring to sight and touch what Sandra had.

‘And I’ve noticed that you’re changed, darlin’…so here we are.’ She was dismayed by how that would sound.

To see him, now, and what he had again told her, was to wonder on what she had started, what she understood from meeting his appraising looks upon her.

She simply stood before him and did not care how the ceiling downlighters might reveal her body to him through the thin fabric that was her nightdress or gown, her unshaven mound a beacon to his wandering, even wondering, eyes. She had no need to offer any further explanation for her appearance. She turned to look his way and saw Tommy’s eyes narrow as if he was seeing her for the woman she was, for the first time.

‘Yes, Sandra…here we are, that kiss cam picture sure set us off on a different route. Isn’t that so?’

‘I guess…yeah.’

Until that moment, he had never looked at Sandra, his attractive mother, in a desiring or sexual way. But now, on seeing how her nightdress revealed her still shapely body, he became hooked by her fulsome hour glass figure, fleshy thighs and the indolent tumble of her large breasts that hung like teardrops, her nipples tilted upwards, invitingly so, and pressing against the bodice with its embroidered edges and neckline; her untrimmed, dark bush of hair drawing the eye, like a harbour beacon to an expectant seafarer.

‘Well, it’s late…’ she blurted out, wondering how that would sound. Tommy’s touch to her arm stopped her from leaving.

‘When I was kid, even as a teenager, I often got to wondering about you…even about us. That kiss cam picture, and what you did and so many saw, made me see you as someone else…and it changed me too.’

‘Tommy…what are you doing?’

The fingers of one hand now offered gentle sliding caresses to her throat as he stood close to her. ‘We…neither of us needs to be alone…Sandra. I can only imagine how it must be for you now…living here and with Frank acting the way he does. I sure hope it’s a freak…what happened tonight. I do understand your anger with him…wanting some space for yourself.’

‘D you really?’ she retorted with biting sarcasm but saying it to allow herself time to understand how easy it would be to enjoy the dizzying fall that conceding to his questing caresses would bring. It seemed not to matter to him who she was, their family ties. A strong, vigorous and handsome young man wanted her. He would coax her to abandon any restraint. Here was a young man who desired her body, that he could glimpse through her nightdress, and the realisation of whom she was an added incitement to his lust for her.

‘I see you as never before,’ he said in a low voice, ‘and it’s just you and me here now.’

‘Not quite, but Frank sure is out of it.’ She chose not to say that his condition was part of her scheme for the evening, stumbled upon so unexpectedly. ‘If I’d known how you felt…’

She could not finish what she wanted to say. Instead, she met his first, slow exploratory kiss as Tommy leant into her to do so. She shivered as his fingers slowly traced a path from her throat down over her breasts and belly and pressed into her, crack, brazenly brushed the fabric of her nightdress over the coarse hair that was her bush. They lingered, then slowly traced a path over her crack once illegal bahis more, pressed into her rhythmically in slow, feather-light touches.

‘Tommy!’ Her hands gripped his arm but did not still their claims upon her. Her boy had experience enough, it seemed, and she didn’t want to stop him. ‘I never knew…how it went with you…about me. We can’t do this, darlin’…’

He pouted and shook his head. ‘I know that’s not quite right…and I sure want you…Sandra. Until now it was only a kids’ fantasy…’

‘I think I know that!’ she laughed out, his words and touches devastating any remaining control, and restraint, to which she had feebly clung. Her lustful son wanted to take her to bed, and she pulled him in for deep, open-mouthed kiss, groaned as she felt his hands cup the tumble of her breasts. She finally tore her mouth away, her mind wracked by indecision but her body telling her what she ached to share with him, her own boy. ‘I think we both need to do something about it…about what’s happening.’

Her hands tugged on his T-shirt and soon drew it over his toned body. She felt and saw the strength in him and moved to kiss his naked skin and to suck on his nipples as she pushed her hands under the elastic waistband of his lounge pants, her kisses and wanton touches inflaming his senses. She felt him shiver as she gripped his hard length of flesh, circled its girth with one hand as she rose against him to share in kisses.

‘Jeez Sandra…that feels so good!’ he groaned, meeting her stilled look.

‘You’ve sure got it all…’

‘Sandra…Sandra,’ he gasped in dismay at this sudden change in her behaviour and with him, all restraint forsaken.

‘You started this!’ she gasped as she felt his state of arousal, what had happened at the game bringing them both to this moment. ‘You’re like this because of me?’

‘Yes, I know…how it must look to you!’ He tried to break free of her questing touches, felt her breasts caress his skin as she stood so very close to him and offering herself, coaxed him to abandon whatever scruples were holding him back.

‘Don’t resist me…not after what you have just done. Don’t be shy, Tommy…you wonder. What you’ve got is nothing that I haven’t seen before.’ She heard his soft gasp as her hands clamped on his hard length once more, worked it in slow rhythmic strokes and cupped his sac. ‘You’re…you’re strong and heavy…and I want all of it… to live it all out a little differently and do that with you.’

Tommy bent to kiss her in new ways for them, as lovers would, Sandra surrendering to his clumsy ways but loving the reckless and destructive novelty of being with him now as never before.

‘I…I can’t hide…what I’m feeling…or want from you,’ Tommy stammered, struggling with his feelings and how they were together now. His heart was pounding so fast, his mother’s hug so strong that it felt as if their bodies had become one, that he ached to feel her warm naked skin against him.

‘Then don’t…don’t.’

She felt his penis stir in her questing hands and did not resist him as he pulled her nightdress up, over her body, before he embraced her, Tommy’s deepening kisses coaxing her to part her lips and she felt the probe and flicker of his tongue in her mouth, her responses letting hm know that she hungered for more.

‘Kiss me…kiss me everywhere!’ she cried out, pulling on his hair and drawing him down to the swell of her breasts, felt him suckle upon them like a hungering babe, his fingers on her belly before moving to push into her, to tug on the spiral of coarse hair, then part her pussy’s lips before his fingers entered her wet heat. ‘You know what to do, darlin’ …I’m sure of that…go on” Find me’

‘But never with someone like you…oh…oh Jeez!’ She had moved to clamp her hands upon him once more, stroked his aching length to the very tip before she lightly rushed her thumbs over it. ‘Let me do this for you..’

She grasped his arcing prick with both hands, bent forward and dripped a string of saliva on the head and began working it all around with her hands is slow jerking movements, sliding them up and down, his soft gasps encouraging wayward claims.

‘Now I’ll do this…for you, darlin’…’ she kissed, pressing her tongue to his shaft before she lowered her head, removed her hands and engulfed it as far as she could take it, clenched her lips and tugged on him, moaning softly as she performed this lustful act upon him.. ‘Does that feel good?’

‘You heard me!’ he groaned, ‘but I won’t lose my load in you just yet and like this.

‘Forget who I am,’ she reminded him. ‘Do it for me…let me feel your load find me!’

He couldn’t believe she was talking this way, but he nodded his agreement, ‘I will…and I want you! I want everything with you!’ he gasped, on trying to still her renewed claims upon him. They stood naked in the kitchen, claimed what could be touched and kissed, or sucked upon. ‘I…I can’t wait…Sandra…you wonder.’

‘We’re alone as far as it’s possible…so don’t worry, darling. What you feel and want from me is perfectly normal…between a man and woman. Forget who we are to each other…and take me to bed.’