Kira left Jove at the door to his tiny room, which presented him with an opportunity. He'd seen how the doors locked and was something of an expert on thwarting security measures.
He took out a roll of tape he'd found in the kitchen and, making the pieces fit as flush with the wall as he could, taped over the spot where the door's mechanism would normally slide into place. He slowly closed his door all the way, but couldn't tell if it'd worked or not just from looking at it.
Which suited him fine, for the moment. He was still so turned on by his little interaction with his aunt that he needed the privacy to give himself some personal time. He stretched out in bed, feeling a bit old school as he closed his eyes and allowed his imagination to wander in lurid directions.
Aster came to mind almost immediately, which irritated him on several different levels. The shame and strangeness of their little illicit romance was only the surface, though a thick and thorny surface it was. Aster was his mother's sister, his aunt, and moreover, wildly famous and already a magnet for rumors.
Though with the world in the state it was, he wondered if that even mattered. He wasn't naïve enough to think the collapse absolved him completely of consequences, however. If the secret got out, the scale of what would happen had shrunken significantly, but so had his world.
Aster. He pictured her the way she'd looked when he'd taken her towel off, surprised but not surprised with those seeking eyes. No, what annoyed him most was how effective her denial was. Seeking eyes and actress lies.
She would continue to deny it, unshoulder all responsibility, while inviting him closer with small brushes and touches, lingering looks and vocal inflection.
He hated it even as he loved it, and he loved it even as it made him feel debauched and guilty. Jove honestly wasn't sure if she'd ever let him fuck her again, especially in the convincing face of her denial.
But he was sure that he wanted her. He wanted to fuck her more than any woman he could ever remember having been attracted to before. He wanted her so badly that even just the general idea of being inside her combined with his own hand on his cock was enough to…
There was an unlocking beep at his door and, without preamble, it swung open. Jove managed to get his sheets down into his lap through the sheer power of reflexes and flailing.
"Jovian." His mother stood in the doorway, eyes darting around his room, and then along the doorframe. "I just… came to check on you."
By some miracle, the tape that he'd used to cover the lock did not draw her attention enough for her to stop scanning. She looked at him last, and only then seemed to notice something of interest.
"I'm in my room, at the appointed curfew time," he said. "You just walked me here yourself. What were you expecting?"
"Nothing." She stepped into his room, tiny as it was, and closed the door. "I just know my son."
She reached down to the sheet and unceremoniously yanked it off his lap. Jove managed to grab it midway through her motion and pull it back to cover himself, but the damage was done. He was clearly covering his erection, and his mother was now blushing fiercely.
"Oh." She blinked and looked all around the room, eyes finally coming to settle back on his crotch. "I thought you were, um… up to something."
It was hard to be overly annoyed with her when her instincts were correct. Doubly hard when his small room felt packed with that odd tension, the way it made him notice each breath she took, hyper aware of her presence.
"I was just relaxing before bed." His face felt hot, but it wasn't entirely from embarrassment.
"Oh, Jove," she said, with a defeated sigh. "I'm so sorry. It must be hard for you to be stuck here at your age, with no real outlet."
She sat down on his bed next to him, which caught him off guard, but was still preferable to her examining the door.
"We don't have to talk about this, Mom," he said.
"I know…" She patted his knee, hand lingering as she formed her next thought. "I don't want to force a conversation that you might find uncomfortable, but… I actually found some porn among Ryan's things."
The last thing his thinking mind wanted to do was have this discussion with his mother, but another part of him was intrigued and still primed with blood under the sheets. He looked at her, smelling her scent against the otherwise stale air of the small room.
"What kind of porn?" he asked.
Kira cleared her throat. "I only glanced over it, but it seemed normal enough. Some of it was focused on… older women."
"Ryan was attracted to older women, you say?"
"He may have been," said his mother, blushing. "I don't know for sure. Anyway, if that's something you'd be interested in, it's yours for the taking. The porn, I mean."
"Sure," he said, chuckling. "That would be awesome."
He felt so turned on, but also dimly aware that it was hard to parcel out what was feeding into his arousal. The porn, thoughts of Aster, even the conversation with his mother about Ryan's porn habits. She was right about one thing. He needed an outlet.
"Great!" His mother stood up with an odd smile. "Sorry for interrupting."
Jove gave in to a sudden urge to stand up, too, though he had to adjust his boxers to do it. "Can you bring it to me?"
"Bring you… the porn?" Her eyes flicked back down to his erection, and her cheeks were red enough to give her a hair a run for its money. "It's, um, all on Ryan's server. I can log you into it, if you need it now."
He nodded, heart pounding in his chest. "I think it would help."
She turned toward his wall screen, leaning forward as she navigated to the server and put in Ryan's password. "I'll copy them to your terminal so you don't have to come find me every time you want to, well… you know."
She tried to do it quickly, tapping and sliding her finger from window to window. The last video file started playing instead of copying. Kira cleared her throat with annoyance.
"I love you, Mom." Jove stepped behind her and gently rubbed her shoulders. "This must be so weird for you. Thanks."
"It isn't weird." She turned around, smiling affectionately. "Well, it isn't that weird, all things considered. We all have needs. If I can help you satisfy some of yours, then I'm happy."
She shrugged. Jove pulled her into a hug, not considering how it would put them into contact. His erection mashed against her body. She let out a soft, appreciative noise as though she either didn't notice or didn't care.
Moans and erotic utterances began coming from the video as it played in the background. Jove chuckled and made to pull away to turn it off. His mother squeezed him tighter.
"Hold on," she said. "Sometimes I feel like we don't hug enough."
"Because we don't."
He wrapped his arms around her more fully, breathing in her scent. He kissed her cheek without thinking. His mother blinked, and her lips twitched, and he felt possessed to kiss her on the mouth, too.
He had no idea what he was doing. It was the same as it had been when he'd gone to see her the night they'd found Ryan's body. Alarm bells sounded in his head even as his body, his lips, his heart told him to press forward, to take it further.
Their lips never made full contact, never opened to become a complete make out. With that said, Jove was usually numb to kissing and making out alone - it almost never felt like this with the women he dated.
His mother kissed him on the lips and the cheek in quick succession and then pressed tighter against him, almost grinding against his cock.
"There we go," she said, finally pulling back. She laughed and shook her head, spell broken. "Do you want me to… pause the video?"
Jove tapped the pause button with a smirk of his own. "Forgot it was playing."
"Sure you did." Kira's eyes flicked down one last time to her son's cock. "Get some sleep tonight. And please respect your curfew."
"I'm already in my room," he said. "What more could you want?"
She was looking at the door again, but somehow missed the tape a second time. "If I give you an inch, you'll take a mile, Jovian. I just want you to trust that I know what's best."
"I'm getting there," he said.
"I hope so. I love you."
"I love you too."
He counted to ten after she'd left before turning the porn back on and finally getting some relief. Ryan had good taste in his selections.