Foreplay Forever

Foreplay forever?

Jack had been a boarder since he was seven. He had been away at school for more than half his life. So home wasn’t really home, and he wasn’t sure his parents were really parents. He was now trundling back home for the summer, the longest period he spent at home. He now had no friends nearby for nearly three months. Being an only child, he and his mother would rattle around the house, and his father would appear for an hour or so most evenings, then after dinner he would disappear to his home office.

Jack had watched his parents over the years. It confused him how they ever got together and it astonished him that they stayed together. Each year he noticed a lessening of whatever bond they had. And of course Jack being away at least 30 weeks of each year had never bonded with them.

One thing did confuse him above all else. As he got older he was able to appreciate how well dressed and elegant his mother was, and in her early forties was an attractive woman. His father, on the other hand, had grown outward alarmingly, had lost his hair, had acquired jowls and was not a handsome man.

Jack being a teenager spent a lot of time thinking about sex, though he was totally clueless, being at an all boys school. He tried to imagine his parents having sex and it simply was too weird to comtemplate.

He could readily imagine his mother having sex, but not with his father. If he looked closely at his thoughts, he generally imagined himself in bed with his mother. He had learned how to mastubate and his mother featured in all those fantasies.

Unfortunately the reality was different. His best de***********ion of his mother was “aloof”. Not quite an ice maiden but truly not an earth mother.



His mother’s greeting was perfunctory and he was banished to his room within minutes of arriving home. His mother had a social engagement. She didn’t say a gangling uncoordinated teenager didn’t fit into her calendar of events. She didn’t need to explain to Jack. She went out.

Jack unpacked, it didn’t take long. He wandered around the house and nothing much had changed except his father’s office had lots of new gadgets and computer stuff. The garden offered no encouragement.

He was bored, and after only one hour of being here. The devil makes work for idle hands, and Jack’s hands were idle, but his brain was cranking along. Father would be out for hours yet, mother at least another hour, perhaps there were parts of the house he hadn’t checked out. His parents had separate dressing areas. Father’s cupboards could wait.

Jack knew he was in the wrong. Very much. So first he quickly looked at his mother’s outer clothes. He pretended to be interested in her fashions, but his eyes kept drifting. Shoes took up a huge space. He sniffed several pairs, then quickly stopped because he was a pervert.

Bedside cabinets yielded nothing exciting.

Mother’s chest of drawers.