The weed yielded to her wrenching grasp in a shower of soil, and then landed with a thud in the canvas bag at her side. Nera wiped her brow, picked up her trowel, and sought the next victim of her aggressive gardening.
She was miffed – to say the least – that her husband had failed to notice the implicit warning in her answer of fine when he said he was going to go fishing with his buddies – again. Her mood was not improving as the day wore on, and he hadn’t so much as sent her a text message.
She checked her phone after yanking another weed from her flowers, growled, and continued her quest of vegetative extermination. Her head was beginning to pound, she was dripping with sweat, and it felt as if the sun was growing hotter every moment.
Common sense cut through her anger, and she realized she was on the verge of heat exhaustion. The weakness she felt as she tried to stand only confirmed it. Nera hurried as much as she dared to the back door, and shivered as the blissfully cool air of the house washed over her.
Two cups of water helped cool her down, and by the time she finished showering, her headache had subsided. A half an hour or so of relaxing on the couch with another glass of water chased away the last vestiges of her overheating.
Her husband returned home shortly thereafter, and she decided that the silent treatment was the best opening salvo. She let him see her, ignored his greeting, and stomped into the sun room.
It was gratifying to hear him mutter a quiet, guilty shit as she vanished from view.
She had the perfect thing to occupy her time, as the baby shower for her new niece was fast approaching. She had barely started knitting the booties and cap that were part of her gift, so she knuckled down with her needles.
Roger tried a couple of overtures as the day wore on, but she either ignored him or snapped one word answers – whichever she felt at the time best conveyed how peeved she was. After the third attempt, he finally got the hint that she was going to dress him down in her own time. He looked thoroughly cowed whenever she briefly ventured out of the room.
Completing her knitting served to lighten her mood, but she didn’t let her husband know that. She turned on the television and settled in to watch some daytime talk shows she had recorded. Caught up in the programs, she barely noticed time passing.
She was rather surprised to hear her stepson return shortly after dark. Steve was home for the summer from college, and rarely returned before the wee hours of the morning – if he returned at all. Though she strained her ears, she couldn’t hear the conversation between him and her husband.
The house quieted a while later, and a peek outside revealed neither her husband nor stepson. When she looked down the hall, she saw light streaming through the cracks of her bedroom door, and she could faintly hear the television.
Her husband was at least wise enough not to go to sleep until she confronted him – though it was nearly midnight.
Nera decided he’d had enough time to stew in his mistake, and prepared to do exactly that. When she reached for her phone, it wasn’t where she expected it to be. Confused, she looked around for a minute or two, until it dawned on her that she must have left it outside when she was gardening.
“Wonderful,” she muttered. It was sitting in the back yard getting covered in the condensing humidity of the day. As she made her way toward the back door, she consoled herself by imagining her husband listening and wondering why she was going outside at midnight.
Between a mostly full moon and the security light, she had little trouble navigating to where she’d left her phone and easily located it. She wiped it off on her top, and then turned it on. Thankfully, it didn’t seem to have suffered from the sun or moisture.
She saw a missed call and four text messages from her husband, which she ignored. She turned off her phone, slipped it into the single back pocket of her shorts, stood, and froze in shock.
Through the slightly parted curtains in front of her, she was staring at her stepson – stark naked – with his cock in hand. Though she had naturally noticed he was quite fit and handsome, seeing him in all his glory left her stunned. A shiver ran through her as she drank in the sight of his defined muscles, lightly haired chest, and impressive member.
That obviously runs in the family, she absently thought as she watched his hand pump up and down his cock.
He had one hand behind his head on the pillow, which only served to emphasize his hard, young physique. Nera’s cheeks flushed as she reached down to press her fingers against her suddenly aching sex, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her other hand caressed her breasts, and it was all she could do not to whimper.
Steve stroked his stiff young cock faster, and he began to writhe slightly on the bed. The fingers between Nera’s legs matched him, causing her to shudder. Though she could hear nothing through the closed window, she could almost imagine him groaning as his head moved on the pillow.
The head of his cock was engorged and purple above his fist. She could see his balls rising and tightening. The tip of his erection glistened in the faint light, and she knew it had to be pre-cum welling up. She pinched her nipple and pushed her wriggling fingers even tighter against the layers of clothing separating them from her pussy.
Steve began to undulate on the bed as his hand moved at a furious pace. His head turned back and forth, and snapped forward in sharp, jerky motions. She saw his hips slowly lift, and his muscles bulge.