Phase I.V- Opportunities

After a couple of hours, Ben slowly walked to the kitchen from his room. He wasn't quite sure how they were going to talk about what had happened earlier.

Ben, for one, was conflicted. Obviously, it had been a mistake and mothers shouldn't kiss on the lips, but.... he had been fantasizing about her, and that kiss has just been all he was thinking about. In fact, it only increased his guilty lust. The feeling of her lips on his was just too much. Even the memory of it kept him on edge.

Ben could smell the pasta coming from the kitchen, and slowly turned in to see his mother cooking. Ange was wearing the same outfit as earlier, frilly apron, detective suit, and all, but this time, she was boiling spaghetti and putting some spices in the pasta sauce. Her mom's cookbook was open a bit away from the stove.

"Hey, Ange." Ben had to hold his tongue.

"Hey, baby."Ange smiled. Her hair had been growing much bigger and faster than Ben had ever seen. It was sort of wild and unruly.

"So, you're making grandma's pasta?"

"Figured it was the best place to start. Your grandmother loved this dish, and she put a lot of instructions in it."

"Hope you don't burn anything."

Ange lightly pushed Ben while giggling.

"Here, lemme take a look at this."

"Be my guest."

Ange took out a wooden spoon and fed Ben some pasta sauce. Ben approved.

"To Serena! and Her Pasta!" Ange and Ben toasted Ange's late mother with their glasses of milk.

The two dove into their standard conversations about their day. Ange noted her encounter with her old acquaintance Debbie and that they were going to meet tomorrow for brunch. Ben noted he had sent out a few applications, including as IT support for a big local accounting firm and an ad agency. However, there was a certain guarded nature to the whole conversation, with Ange and Ben not being as enthusiastic as they had in previous days.

Finally, Ben decided to address the elephant in the room.

"So.... do you want to talk about what happened earlier"

"Ben," Ange's expression changed to apologetic, "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay! It's okay, I'm not offended by it."

"Still, I feel ashamed by it. I don't know what happened..."

"No need to feel ashamed, Mom!"

"Well, thanks." Ange rolled her spaghetti. "I guess I was caught up in the moment."

"Honestly, Mom, though?"

"What?"

"I actually... kinda liked it." Ben of course took out the gory details, but decided to be fully honest.

"Really?"

"I liked the way it felt. Your lips on mine. It felt nice."

Ange thought back to the incident itself. She lingered for a few seconds, even after the incident. She actually kinda did like how it felt. Being that close to her son and feeling him on her in such an intimate way felt pretty good.

"Yeah, it actually did."

"I know that we shouldn't do it, but I also can't stop thinking about it."

"Me neither, Ben." Ange and Ben thought for a moment.

"Maybe, if we do it more often, it wouldn't feel so weird. It would just be something we do." Ange knew the logic was a little faulty, but the flimsy premise was just meant to justify what both really wanted to do.

"Alright, yeah, let's go with that." Ben nodded, realizing it was just an irrational decision at this point.

"Let's practice a little." Ange got up, followed by Ben. They stood incredibly close, and slowly moved their heads towards each other, before kissing directly on the lips. Just two lips touching each other, nothing more sensual than that. They waited longer this time, for half a minute, before separating and returning to their seats.

This time, they were far more relaxed and could talk and gossip to their heart's content.

A few hours later, in the master bedroom, Ange was lying awake in her bed. She was still struggling with her feelings for Ben, especially in light of today's decision. She still had the image of his penis in her head and the feeling of the kiss on her mind.

She was wearing her sleepwear: an NYPD tee and her only pajama bottoms. As she laid awake, she felt so torn. She shouldn't feel this for her own son. Her own flesh and blood. Yet... he was really becoming a man. Not just his penis, but he was starting to take some responsibility. Finding a legitimate job to keep himself busy, doing chores for her, helping her cook. He was taking some initiative and becoming a more active member of the household.

She could feel it building inside her. Her son was now a man, a strapping, handsome young man, and he was taking charge of his life. And she found that.... hot. She knew it was wrong, but just seeing her boy come out of his shell (if only a little) and becoming a man with a body just sparked something in her.

She took off her pajama bottoms, and stared at her panties. It had been ever so long since she had been touched. Even before his ****, she and Tim just hadn't done it in a while. They had been busy and he seemed disinterested before his ****. She had been avoiding it, but this was the first time she had felt this way in a long, long time.

She moved her panties to the side, and gently inserted her index and middle fingers on her right hand into her vagina.

Oh.... Oh, that did it.

She began to move it in and out, slowly at first, but as the passion build, it increased in speed.

It still wasn't enough, and she took off the tee and pulled down her bra to grab her nipple with left hand.

She hummed and moaned as her fingers increased. She tightly grabbing her nipple. Images of her son floated in her head.

Finally, the orgasm came, and Ange had forgotten how good it felt. A wave of complete pleasure just came over her.

That did it to get her to sleep. Though, she thought that the master bed felt better in her underwear more than her sleepwear.

Their second kiss was very big for Ben, who masturbated as soon as he got back to his room, and lied on his bed. He felt guilty, but couldn't hold it in for much longer.

Just as he was about to begin, he looked towards his phone for inspiration. There, he saw two emails, from the places he had applied to work at.

He opened the first one, from "Jing & Associates", a big local accounting firm that handled a lot of the businesses inside and outside Stepford. They were a multi-million dollar company.

"Hello,

We have received your resume and are very impressed. We would like for you to come in for an interview for a job in our IT department, tomorrow at 2 PM. Hope to see you there."

Ben was shocked. An interview! Finally, he could make legitimate money and help his mom out.

But.... Ben opened the other email, from "Tranquility Advertising".

"Hello,

You have reached out to us regarding IT support. Given your impressive resume, we would love to have you come on board as a member of the Tranquility Family. Please come in for an interview at 2 PM tomorrow. Please confirm you have received this email by 7 AM tomorrow."

Huh. Both sound like interesting jobs, but he would need to figure out which one would be best for him and his mom, so he could just go to that meeting instead.

Then again, he... didn't really have a good feel for either company, so he wasn't sure how to proceed from here. He sent an email to both asking if they could delay their interviews so that he could make an informed decision.

He figured he could try to figure it out in the morning, if and when they are able to get back to him on this.