Lying Under Pressure

Zack spent a solid thirty minutes laying on top of Charlotte, his head resting between her lovely large breasts while she stroked his hair.

“So… what now?” Zack wondered.

“You mean what happens now between us?” Charlotte asked.

“Yeah, kind of. Also, what should I tell my mom and my aunts? What should I tell CHLOE?” Zack questioned.

“Well, I’m always here if you ever want to do this again.” Charlotte teased, “As for the other two questions, you should tell your mother and your aunt that you came to tell Chloe your feelings, chickened out, and then just hung out. We’ll say Chloe left today just after you left, and that’s that done. And if I were you, I wouldn’t tell Chloe anything.”

Zack leaned himself up, resting his elbows on Charlotte’s mattress.

“You want me to keep totally quiet about this to Chloe?” Zack repeated. Charlotte reached up and touched Zack’s cheek, looking at him with inquisitive blue eyes.

“You really want to tell your best friend and hopeful girlfriend that you slept with her mother?” Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

Zack shook his head.

“No, I guess not.” Zack admitted. Charlotte slid her arms around Zack’s neck, and he scooted up her body to lay a kiss on her full, heart-shaped lips.

The two naked lovers kissed gently for a minute or two, and then Zack lifted his mouth off hers.

“I should probably get going.” Zack said reluctantly, and Charlotte gave a slow nod, looking just as ****.

“Just so you know, Zack, you are welcome back into this bed whenever you want.” Charlotte said as Zack climbed off of the bed.

“Oh. Uh… thanks.” Zack said uncertainly. Charlotte turned towards Zack as he pulled on his boxers, and his gaze flew right to the gorgeous breasts that he’d spent the last half hour resting on.

Charlotte laughed her musical laugh, and she winked at Zack.

“I told you, any time.” she said playfully as Zack grabbed his jeans.

———

Zack returned home fifteen minutes later, and found that his mother’s car was the only one present. The car his aunts had arrived in (which was Aunt Mal’s, he thought) was gone.

Zack walked into the house and found Monica had changed out of the clothes she’d worn to the Lakeside, and had opted for a soft, worn T-shirt two to three sizes too big for her. Zack recognized the shirt as one that his mother didn’t usually wear a bra under. He immediately hated himself for knowing that. He remembered what he had confessed to Charlotte in the heat of their time together, and felt dirty having said that.

Her bottoms had been swapped from jeans to cotton short shorts that did almost nothing to hide her smooth, gorgeous legs. Monica looked up at Zack, and the two blue-eyed Bishops locked eyes.

Monica beamed.

“Well? How did it go?” she asked.

“I… I couldn’t do it.” Zack said, “And besides, she was packing up to go on some kind of trip with her dad and her sister, so we didn’t have much time to talk.”

“You were gone for like two hours!” Monica exclaimed. Had he spent that long with Charlotte?

“I think you’re rounding that number up a little bit.” Zack said defensively.

“A little bit.” Monica relented, “But not by much.”

“I guess we just got to talking. I talked with Mrs. McRose for a little bit, and then I came home.” Zack shrugged, flopping down on the couch beside his mother. She twisted around to face him, and propped her feet up on his legs.

This was a rather normal thing for Monica to do, but today, it just got Zack thinking about his mother touching his cock.

“So, excited for your party tonight?” Monica asked, laying back on a pillow, seemingly unaware of how obscenely her braless breasts looked. She had gotten the majority of the oversized shirt’s fabric caught under her back, so it was pulled fairly tightly against her bosom.

Zack struggled to keep his eyes off of his mom’s killer rack, but kept failing. He could only hope she didn’t notice.

“Yeah. I’m a little sad about having to leave you and the aunts here alone. Hey, where are they actually?” Zack wondered. Monica gave a shrug, which tortured Zack with those bouncing tits.

“They went off for some essential grocery products, apparently.” Monica giggled. Monica was a great cook, but she didn’t make very elaborate meals. She had an assortment of solid recipes and she mostly just used those.

Since Taylor had left for college, most nights were spent by just Zack and Monica alone. They usually sat together on the couch and watched a movie together or something after Monica cooked. They sometimes did takeout, and Zack sometimes helped Monica cook.

It was a fun evening routine, and possibly the source of his feelings for his mother, because of extended proximity to her, all by themselves.

Zack’s dad, Gregory, was too busy at the hospital to do anything, so even on the nights he came home at a decent time, he usually went straight to bed after half-heartedly eating some food.

“Well, if you don’t stay too long at the party, maybe the four of us can play a game or something.” Monica suggested. Zack glanced over at his mother and saw she looked hopeful. He placed his hand down on his mother’s thigh by accident, but didn’t want to move it and look like he was thinking about his mom sexually, so he just looked into her eyes.

“I’ll be here.” Zack promised. Monica gave him a delighted smile and she sat up to hug him. Zack enjoyed the hug more than he should have, and rubbed his mother’s back during the warm hug.

“I love you, honey.” Monica said softly, but not quietly. More of a soft tone than a soft volume.

“I love you too, Mom.” Zack replied.

Monica drew back, and the mother and son duo held each other’s gaze for a few seconds too long before the doorbell rang, interrupting… whatever it was they were doing.

Monica scooted back to lay on the couch again as Zack rose to his feet and walked to the front door. Zack adjusted his pants a little bit once Monica could no longer see him, and then he opened the door.