I walked in the door to the house my wife (Marissa) and I shared. I was in a happy mood. I just received a bigger raise then I expected at work. Not only that but an annoying co-worker quit because he felt he deserved the promotion I got. Funny how I put in five years at this job and this sucker walks in off the street, and is getting paid almost the same as me. I felt happier then I could say that he quit on the spot. More work would get done without him then with him.
I was anxious to share my happiness with my wife Marissa. I knew she was home sick from work for a few days so I thought I would give her a surprise.
I chuckled to myself as I looked at the dozen long-stemmed roses. I have always been romantic like that. I didn't need a special holiday like Valentine's Day, to spoil the woman I loved. Hoping this would cheer her up and pick up our dragging love life. (I couldn't figure out what was wrong). I took off my work shoes and placed them in the closet. I also took off my suit coat and tie and hung them up in the closet.
I quietly began to make my way up the steps in my dress socks. I was careful to take my time on the carpeted stairs to avoid making any noises. I didn't want to give away my surprise until I got in the room. I heard a few moans as I made my way up the long, winding, staircase. I shrugged to myself. Marissa must be sicker then she let on. I heard her moaning like this before when she had pneumonia, but at least this time I didn't hear the awful coughing sounds. As I arrived at the top of the stairs I paused for a moment. It didn't sound as if she were as sick as I began to think she was. This might've been a good sign for our sex life.
As I paused at the top of the steps I began to think back to the last time we made love. I was amazed to realize that it had been three whole months! I couldn't believe it. I've never been a pushy guy, but how could I allow my beautiful wife to deny me for that whole time? I glanced down at the roses. I continued to remember her denial that I had done anything wrong, but women will sometimes deny things even when there are issues in a marriage. I felt like I had to have done something, even without my knowledge, that made her so standoff-ish the past three months. I shook my head not knowing what I could have done.
Reality came back to me as I was staring at the roses. I heard her moans behind the bedroom door. She must really have been sick. I looked down at the roses one last time before reaching for the doorknob and turning it.
"Well if anything can make her forgive me or heal our love life roses can." I thought to myself and smiled never forgetting my wife's love of roses.
My smile faded as the door swung wide and I saw what was causing my wife's moans. She was riding my supposed best friend Tony. He was feeling up her breasts and she road him. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat that made me think this was not the first time they did this today.
"I'm going to cum!" Tony shouted out.
"Cum inside me baby!" Marissa screamed.
I stared at the two speechless. Neither were aware of my presence as they were lost in passion. My heart sank. How could my best friend and wife do this to me? Why? I've been nothing less then romantic with my wife. I treasured her. Treated her like a queen. I gave her everything she asked for and more. And Tony. My best friend since high school. He just moved back to our area from a bigger city three months ago. Then it hit me. Three months. The same amount of time Marissa has claimed to not be in the mood for sex.
I remembered back to our welcome home party for Tony. It was just the three of us. An intimate affair at our house. It was the first time beside the wedding that Tony had seen my wife and the two were being friendly with one another. Strike that. I realize now they were being flirtatious. Not overly so. But subtle enough that I didn't recognize it until remembering it while staring at them fucking.
Marissa screams out with her orgasm which sounds like a multiple one. A minute later Tony moans as he fills her with his cum.
I shook my head and blinked as a few tears clouded my vision. Why? That's all I could think. I have always been faithful to Marissa. Despite a few women at work who flirted with me on more then one occasion I kept true to the woman I loved. I always reminded myself that cheating wasn't worth it. Why lose something you worked so hard for and loved more then anything for momentary pleasure?
A sarcastic voice inside my head said "Well she did it, you idiot! Why did you turn down those women who threw themselves at you at work?"
Maria my lovely secretary who flirted with me constantly. She always hinted that she didn't like Marissa, but I never knew why. I always chalked it up to jealousy or acting like she was jealous. Now I had to wonder if Maria sensed Marissa's betrayal of me.
Catherine the beautiful blond who looked like a real life barbie, but had a degree in Psychology and a sense of humor as cool as any male friend of mine. She has made it clear if I ever got divorced she would be first in line to help soothe my hurt.
Janet a stunning brown haired secretary of my boss. She had tried to steal me away from Marissa during the year we were engaged before getting married. Janet claimed to have been heartbroken by my marriage. She also made it clear that she wouldn't lose hope that I would one day leave Marissa for her.
Well you got the point. There were a few others who flirted with me. Some were serious, some must have been joking. I mentally beat myself up for a moment thinking of all the opportunities. All the lost moments of passion I could have had with these beautiful women. And for what? I had to be loyal to a cheating slut.
Anger washed over me. I blinked away two more tears.
"No more tears for this woman!" I thought to myself.
"Well, looks like you are finally in the mood!" I shouted out.
Marissa opened her eyes and gasped. She fell off of Tony like a child falling off their bike for the first time.
"Wha.....Mike!" She screamed.
I dropped the roses on the ground and stepped on them as I turned and slammed the door behind me. I could hear the two talking fast and furiously behind me as I descended the stairs. I thanked God that this was early on a Friday. I would hate to have to go to work the next day after a discovery like this. As I reached the bottom step I put my work shoes back on quickly.
I heard the bedroom door above me open and the sounds of bare feet running down the steps. I had hoped to leave our suburban home, before she got down the stairs. I didn't want more of a confrontation then I already had. I saw her descending the stairs as fast as she could in a flimsy robe and nothing else.
"Mike wait! Please!" Marissa pleaded.
She grabbed my arm at the elbow. Both my hands formed fists on their own. I took a deep breath. I had to control myself. I would never hit a woman unless if my life or someone else's life were on the line.
"Don't." I said as a warning.
"Please, let's talk. I love you! Don't leave." She said.
Even then her words could seduce me. I had to leave or else fall victim to her. As I half turned I saw Tony come out of the bedroom in one of my robes. I thought back to all the times I helped him get dates because he was shy. I thought back to three months ago when I helped him get a job and an apartment in our area after he lost his job in a bigger city and lost his home. Why was I so foolish? Some part of me recognized that he was always jealous of me. Whenever we fought it was usually about a woman or how I had it better then him.
My anger rose like an ice cube thrown into a glass of lemonade. I guess the fury in my eyes was obvious as Tony paused in mid-step a few stairs from the top of the winding staircase. Our eyes met. He seemed to freeze. I turned and started to the door.
"Please Mike! Let's talk this out." Marissa pleaded as I faintly heard her.
I yanked my elbow from her grip forcefully.
"I'll send for my clothes and other things tomorrow. I'll also contact my lawyer about the divorce." I said sternly with my back still toward her.
"Divorce?" I heard her whimper as I slammed open the door with enough force that it bounced off the wall and slammed shut behind me.
I hurried to my BMW parked in the driveway, got in, started it up and drove away all within a minute. Fury rose in me. I didn't even know where I was going. If anyone got in my way I would have hit them and not even known it. Thankfully I parked the car in the driveway. I chuckled to myself sarcastically that I had done so only so I could surprise Marissa. I didn't want her hearing the garage door and realizing that I was home. If I had not done so I might not have caught my wife and best friend in bed. I saw clouds in the sky as I drove and thought it was ironic that a sunny day had gone sour just like my happiness went away. It seemed a bit too coincidental for me. I thought that karma seems real now more then ever.
It wasn't even a half hour later that I came back to reality. I wondered where I was driving. The nearest person to me that I knew of what my mother and she lived an hour and a half away. I looked at the road signs and sure enough I was on the long highway that led to her town.
What was I going to do? What was I going to say? Was mom even home? I looked at the time on the car radio and saw that it was still very early in the day. Not even noon. Mom would be at work. I panicked for a moment thinking that she wouldn't be home to let me in. I looked at my keys in the ignition and was relieved to see my mom's house key was on the ring of keys. I had forgotten that she mailed me a key from her recent move.
I felt sorry for my mom at that moment. She had recently lost my father who was brutally killed in an attempted robbery. He was a Detective for the local police department and was driving home from a long night's work when he was informed on the radio of an attempted robbery nearby. My dad, ever the hero, tried in vain to help a woman who's throat was slashed. Unfortunately, for my dad, there were two robbers. He shot one, but was surprised by the other. The rest of the police arrived in time to capture my father's killer.
I was just recovering from my father's murder when Marissa stopped making love to me. I wondered if my grief over losing my father so soon in life caused her to do this. I discarded my thought that I might have had some part in the blame of what my wife and best friend did. As saddened as I was for the loss of my father I tried to put on a brave act for my mother and my wife. Maybe I seemed too unemotional about it. I remember Marissa asking me to share my feelings with her about it, but I only did so far as I could without breaking down.
My dad always told me to be strong. To be a man at all times. But as much as he believed in that I remember times my father cried. The loss of his sister. When some of our beloved pets died. My dad could even cry at watching a sad TV show or movie, though not often. He was a typical dad. I felt proud of what he did for a living and how heroic he always tried to be. He was a strong man who always tried to look out for, and help, those weaker and needier than himself.
I realized the burden he must have had when I saw him in his coffin. I also remember his words from the time I was 18 on. He told me if anything ever happened to him that I was the man of the family. I was to care for my mom and two sisters. I was proud of my sisters who were off in college starting their path on life's mysterious road. I was even more proud of my mother who I knew was devastated by the loss of my father, but she still held up even in his loss so she could care for her three children.
I felt a surge of love for my mother at that moment thinking back to her overwhelming strength and beauty. She was always there for me and my sisters. She never said no to any of us. She tried to raise us right and did so while working a full time job and being married to a husband who could die at any moment in the line of duty.
I felt a love for my younger sisters. Carmen was studying to be a Psychologist and Nadine was studying to become a doctor. Both were as beautiful as our mother. Both my sisters protected my mother in her time of grief and tried to do the same for me. Carmen, a light brown haired woman age 23 who slightly resembled Carmen Electra, and Nadine, a blonde who looks like a younger, more beautiful Pamela Anderson at the tender age of 24. I credit both their amazing looks (and my somewhat handsome looks) to my mother who is an exotic beauty originally living in Brisbane, Australia in her youth. Her mother was of Spanish-American decent (95% American 5% Spanish).
A picture of my mother's beauty crossed my mind. I thought of her long flowing dark brown hair. It was enough to bring a smile to my face and make me momentarily forget me troubles at that time. She also had a radiant smile that could light up a room. Both me and Carmen inherited her hair color (and her easygoing personality), but Carmen dyed it lighter because people kept confusing her and mom for sisters. My sister Nadine inherited my father's light blond hair and his somewhat serious personality.
Both my sisters inherited their mother's ample breasts. They turned heads everywhere they went and were a source of pride for me and the reason I got into so many fights in my school years. I was very protective of the women in my inner family and remain so to this day. I bloodied more then one nose for making sexual comments about my sisters and I beat up more then one guy for lusting after my mother. In that way I inherited my father's quick temper, but unlike him I could control it anytime I wanted.
Thoughts of mom replaced thoughts of Marissa. I thought of telling my mom what had happened and her embracing me in her arms. Laying my head on her chest and just holding each other for a long time like we did when I heard the news of my father's murder and made the drive to her home immediately late that night.
The first hour of the drive to my mother's current home flew by as thoughts came and went. I looked at the clock and saw I only had a half hour or so drive left, though it would be in noon rush-hour traffic. It didn't matter because I wasn't in a rush to get to her house and be alone until 5pm or later when she got home from work.
I allowed more thoughts of my mother to come to my head to help pass the time. How proud of her I was when she showed up to events during my school years. I fondly remembered the times when my father went overboard with punishing me, beating me, and my mother stopped him and was angry at him over it. She was always very protective of me and that's where I learned to be protective of her and my sisters.
I opened my sunroom with the remote control and stretched my arms through the roof as traffic came to a dead stop. I breathed in the misty air that forecasted rain on the way. I thought about flipping the TV down to play something for background noise, but decided against it. Thoughts of my mom and sisters were passing the time much better then any TV show, DVD or music that I could think of.
I thought back to the last time I was with my mother helping her pack up the house we grew up in and lived all our childhood years. I understood her need to get away from it and start somewhere new. She had been married to my dad all her adult life and stemming back into her teenage years. She had me at a very early age. I really understood mom's need to start over better after what happened with Marissa. She needed to get away and while she wanted to leave the home for her children we all supported her decision to start anew. In fact, my sisters insisted on my mother moving and told her they were fine with not having the home we grew up in. I was supportive as well, but missed the childhood home that brought comfort and a sense of home every time I returned.
I pulled up the long drive to my mother's new home. It screamed of suburban lifestyle. Grass everywhere. A few trees bearing fruit and well spaced. Her new home settled on more then an acre of land. She bought a bigger home then what she originally wanted for herself in the hopes of grandchildren and if my siblings and I ever needed a place to stay. I admired the place and parked in one of three parking spaces on the side of the driveway.
The house was three stories tall with a two-car garage. It was brand new, but looked like it had been around for awhile. I saw the flowers in front of the porch and hanging from the roof of the front deck. I had to smile. My mother was such a warm personality that you could feel her presence even when she wasn't around. Her flowers were well watered and cared for. It tugged at my heart that my mom was still so young and no longer had the love of her life. I knew I could easily move on and had my choice of some fine women, but I think my mother didn't want to move on. She never talked of dating or one day remarrying. I felt so sad for her as I looked at the sky and felt drops of rain come down.
I returned to the car quickly and closed the sunroof and locked it up. In this area there was no need for locking car doors. There wasn't a neighbor in sight, but still I was careful by nature, especially since my father's murder. I carried my suit jacket and ran to the front porch as the drizzle quickly became a downpour.
Lightning flashed as I put my key in the front door and unlocked it. Thunder roared as I stepped across the threshold and shut the door gently behind me. I rested for a moment. Despite only being outside for about a minute or two I was soaked to the bone by the suddenness of the down pouring rain. I stood on the front rug as I hung my jacket in the closet next to me.
I took my shoes off and put them on the floor of the closet next to many high heels that was my mother's prize collection and her sneakers. I breathed in the scent of her perfume and sighed. Home!
I looked around her house. It looked more lived in then the last time I saw it which was the home party me and my sisters through for her after she settled in. Her home smelled sweet and feminine. Flowers were in each room as I recalled from my childhood and teen years. My mother was very meticulous. She was a clean freak and loved being a housewife and mother. It showed. Nobody could mistake this for a bachelor's home. She had pictures of me and my sisters on the walls and tables. That was her only way of crowding anything. Everything else was well spaced.
I took off my work shirt and work pants and socks leaving me only with my boxers which were slightly wet but enough coverage in case mom or one of my sisters made a surprise visit in the meantime. I quickly headed for the laundry room and threw them in the dryer. I stopped and looked at the huge framed photo of my family hanging well above the fireplace. My mom, dad, sisters and me all smiling. I zoomed in on my mother's face. I had a hard time recalling the last time she smiled like that. That was the last photo of our family together as a whole. The last time her smile didn't have a hint of sadness. Not that she didn't try. I knew she tried to put on an act for her children. To reassure us that she was OK. A wave of sadness came over me. I wanted to see my mom smile like that again.
I went to the fridge and poured myself a glass of lemonade. I downed the glass and poured some more. Grief still overwhelmed me. What was I going to tell my mom?
My thoughts :
Mom comes home and surprised to see me asks why I am here. I tell her Marissa was screwing my best friend.
I dreaded this conversation that most likely would take place within hours. I went into the back living room and flipped on the big screen TV. Mom really wanted grandkids. I stared at her face in the huge poster-sized frame hanging above the fireplace. I felt a slight shiver and went and turned the fireplace on, thankfully it was electric and saved me time because it could be operated by remote control.
As I was beginning to warm up I looked into my mother's eyes. I felt lost within the world that her eyes hid. Memories of her flooded through me. Just then, the garage door started opening. I was surprised to hear this. I looked at the time : 12:20 PM. Was it my mom? Sisters? She couldn't be living with a man could she? I shrugged to myself. She was young, healthy and more then attractive. Why not? However, as much as I wished her happiness I hoped beyond hope it was not a man. I don't know if I was ready to face it. Part of me had a jealousy only a son could feel when his mother becomes widowed and is free to move on.
I heard the car door shut and the garage door begin to close as the back door opened.
"Mike! What are you doing here?" My mom asked in surprise.
She was happy to see me but obviously worried something bad happened. I sat on the couch and looked down. It was too soon. I was at a loss for words.
"Mike, baby? What's wrong?" She asked even more worried.
I shook my head and tears began to flow.
"Is it Marissa? Is she OK?" Mom asked.
"She....."I couldn't continue.
"She, what? She's not hurt is she?" Mom asked frantically.
"No. Mom." I said not sure where to go next.
"What is it, honey?" Mom said as she kneeled down.
I looked at her. Even in her work clothes she was breathtaking. Her long hair had been slicked back and put in a bun. Strands hung loose in the front. She had a business jacket on. I could barely see her white blouse. Her skirt was black to match her jacket. She wore dark pantyhose. I noticed the view was a little better with her kneeled down in front of me. I could see a hint of her black panties under her skirt. She was very feminine. Very sexy. I gulped noticeably. She didn't seem to notice. She took my head in her hands.
"What happened? Tell me baby!" She said anxiously.
I realized she must have thought something happened to Marissa. That she might have been physically hurt of dead. I had to ease her fears.
"No, Mom. Marissa is fine. More then fine." I said.
"Then what is it? Is it Carmen or Nadine?" She asked worried.
"No, Mom they are OK as far as I know. It's kind of hard to tell you." I said not sure where to go from there.
"Honey, take a deep breath. Calm down. Maybe I should take my own advice." She chuckled.
I laughed along with her.
"Um. In a way it does involve Marissa. I got that big promotion I was telling you about the other day." I said
Mom sat up and hugged me warmly. She didn't seem to notice that I was sitting on the couch with barely anything on. I felt a stirring inside my boxers, but tried to make the feeling go away.
"Congratulations baby!" She said excited at the news.
"Yeah thanks." I said half-warmly.
"Anyway, I went and bought Marissa a dozen roses, you know how she likes roses. I thought I would come home early and surprise her. She's been sick lately. Well I got to our room and I found her..." I felt more tears come to my face and couldn't continue.
"Oh my God is she dead?" Mom asked anxiously.
"No, I told you Mom she is OK. I found her fucking Tony." I finally said.
"Oh lord! Oh baby! I'm so sorry!" Mom said as she leaned forward and hugged me tight.
I cried. Part of my tears were for the loss of my father. Tears pent up and locked away from trying to live up to my father's wishes. Part of my tears were for my mother. She sacrificed so much for me and my sisters. She tried to be a super mom and very much succeeded in doing so. Part of the tears were for the loss of my marriage. I truly did love Marissa, but I could not continue being married to someone who cheated on me. I felt my heart break. As always my mother held me and consoled me. She brushed my hair back and held my head to her chest. She rocked me just like she did when I was a child and had trouble returning to sleep.
I got lost in her arms. My eyes closed. I drifted off to sleep. I felt the sensation of laying down. Arms comforting me. My mother's soothing words. Her kisses on my forehead and cheek. My arms wrapped around her and held her tightly, just as she held me. We lay like that for a long while.
I awoke. I saw my sleeping mother in my arms. I felt an irresistible urge to kiss her. As I leaned in I lost my nerve at the last moment and kissed her cheek.
"Thank you, honey." She mumbled in her sleep.
We were embraced like lovers. I didn't want the feeling to end. Then I felt the familiar stirrings in my crotch. Oh, no!.
Thankfully the sound of the dryer finishing it's dry cycle woke Mom up. She sat up and straightened her skirt out which had ridden up considerably. I felt a momentary loss of the sight of her black panties. I felt an urge I had not felt since my teenage years. An urge most sons feel for their mother at one time or another. A forbidden urge to be nestled between her legs. To make love to her and hear her scream out your name. To burst inside of her and feel her with your taboo seed.
I sat up as well and used all my willpower to think of nuns to try to make my cock shrivel back to normal size. We both seemed awkward at the moment. Mom sat down next to me for awhile not saying anything. Her hand was on my stomach just inches above my cock. She slowly pulled it away, almost regretfully or was I imagining it?
"I'll get your clothes, dear." My mom said and stood up and walked, slowly and sexily, toward the laundry room.
I admired her body. Her clothes. Her sexiness. Oh my God, this was my mother I was thinking about! My erection twitched. I slapped it hard and as noiselessly as possibly. Unable to get the stunning vision of my sexy mother out of my head. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. The pain made me stop having the forbidden thoughts for the moment and I felt a trickle of blood come off my lower lip. My erection thankfully died down as my mom returned with my clothes in hand.
"Here they are now you can get dressed." My mom said with a slight smile and in an almost teasing voice.
Was she purposely teasing me? My own mother? While she has flirted in the past, it was very harmless. Now in my current state of arousal I found the teasing to be quite....dangerous.
I thanked her and stood up and quickly dressed. I left my shirt untucked and the top few buttons opened. I felt a bit more comfortable and back to normal with my mother now. Still her scent overwhelmed me and my attraction to her was very unlike a normal son.
"You're bleeding!" Mom said.
She ran to the kitchen and wet some paper towels. She hurried back and applied the towels to my lower lip. She held them there. I waited for her to pull away but she didn't. I felt uncomfortable with her so near. Her scent. Her femininity, her sexy body was driving me wild with lust!
Mom made some lunch. She made french toast with syrup and a ham & cheese salad to go along as a finisher.
"Sorry to make such a weird meal, but I am famished and I skipped breakfast this morning. Need something filling in my tummy!" She said rubbing her stomach, moaning and giggling.
I gulped. My mind thought up other things to feel her stomach with. I mentally beat myself up. How can I think such thoughts about my innocent, beautiful mother? I was lower then Marissa! I kept telling myself. Still the forbidden thoughts overwhelmed me.
"So, Mom. Why are you home so early? Did you come home for lunch break, because if you did I think you are late for getting back." I said awkwardly trying to break the weird feeling since we woke up in each other's arms almost like lovers.
"No, baby. The power went out at work and we couldn't get anything else done so they sent us all home early." She said and drank down her glass of lemonade.
My eyes focused on the smoothness of her throat. Her silky skin. The shine of her work earrings that were fashionable, but not meant to be as sexy as I was seeing them. My erection returned with a vengeance.
The phone rang but neither of us bothered to answer it. The answering machine picked up on the 4th ring. I steeled myself for who I was expecting it to be.
"Hi, Mike. It's Marissa. I'm so sorry. Baby, please come home and we can work things out. I never meant for this to happen. Tony, he seduced me. We've been having an affair for three months, but I always felt guilty. I never wanted it to happen in the first place. I don't want to get a divorce. It will never happen again! I promise you. I love you! With all my heart.....please call. Love you.[Pause] Bye. [Pause then dial tone]." Marissa said.
When Marissa said "I don't want to get a divorce" Mom stood up and hurried to the phone.
"I'll finally tell that bitch what I always thought of her!" Mom said angrily.
"Mom! No!" I shouted.
Mom didn't reach the phone in time thankfully. I've been embarrassed enough for one day. I realized my put her hand on the button to hang up and was dialing. I quickly stood up and ran behind her and grabbed the phone from her and hung it up. I was standing behind her. Our bodies touched. Her ass was pressed against my front as I leaned over her and held the phone down to ensure she wouldn't try that again. I noticed some loose strands hung from the bun of her neck. The only thing that I could do to make sure she wouldn't try it again was reach up and pull the pins holding her bun in place.
"What the!? Mom shouted.
She was a perfectionist and hated having something loose and wild. I noticed too late that her long hair flowed freely and did nothing to quell my unwanted desires for her. She shook her head as she did when I was a kid and laughed. I laughed along with her.
"Mom, what did you mean by telling Marissa what you always thought of her? I thought you liked her, didn't you? I asked seriously when the laughter died down.
"Tolerated is more like it. She was always bitchy to me when we were alone. I could tell she didn't like me. She put an act on when you were around. I think she was always jealous of how close we are. I didn't want to make a big deal about it, but I was always afraid she would try to get you out of my life. I could tell she always hated me." Mom said.
I was shocked by this revelation, Maybe I didn't know Marissa at all. I thought I knew her, until all this happened.
"Mom. She could never take me away from you." I said.
"Oh sweetie!" She said and hugged me. She kissed my cheeks over and over again,
As usual she went overboard and kept it up until I felt an overwhelming desire to push her to the floor and fuck her till we both died of lack of oxygen. To break her hold on me I let my hands creep up her side and tickle her. She tried resisting my hands, but started to burst out in laughter and begged me to stop. I did so and Mom struggled to get her breath back. She unbuttoned her top three buttons, not making matters any easier for yours truly.
I gasped but turned away before she could hear it. I downed my second lemonade in about as many seconds. Mom walked away and sat on the couch in the front living room. I followed and sat next to her, We sighed at the same time then laughed. Mom kicked her heels off and brought her legs up. She propped them in my lap. Right on my erection. I mentally willed my erect back until it hopefully felt like my normal size.
"Baby, would you give my legs a massage? I missed your massages since you moved out. Now that you're here I can be spoiled again!" She flaunted.
"Sure, mom." I responded and took her feet in my hands.
I rubbed her feet and she moaned. She threw back her head and moaned and tossed and turned,
'God, I missed that so much! You were always so good to me, baby!" Mom said.
"Thanks, Mom. You were always good to me too," I said sheepishly.
While I was rubbing her one foot the other seemed to caress my cock through my work pants. She seemed to not notice or was very good at not letting on. She continued moaning as I worked on her feet and then up her legs. I stopped after what seemed a long amount of time, too long to be massaging your own mother.
"Aw, no more?" She said pouty like a spoiled brat.
I threw a couch pillow at her and she ducked out of the way and laughed,
"Anyway, I should be getting the special treatment here, missy!" I kidded.
Mom stopped laughing.
"You're right you should. Take off your shirt and lay on your front. Let mommy give you one of her special massages." She said.
I stared at her speechless, but knew better then to argue. I took off my shirt and lay face first into the pillow on the couch. I turned my head to the side. Mom pulled up her skirt some so she could straddle my back. One of the sexiest sights I ever behold at that moment. I turned my head back and rested. Mom began working her hands on my back. They felt good and soft. I moaned and shut my eyes as the pleasure took over my body.
Mom seemed to really get into the massage as she leaned forward. I could feel her breasts press against my back. Even though I knew her breasts were held in by her blouse and bra I still moaned at the thought and feel of them.
I could even feel her hips as she moved up from my lower back. She seemed to be sitting on my butt, which was erotic in a weird way. Too bad I wasn't sitting on her butt I thought to myself. She worked my shoulders and leaned in.
"How does that feel my big boy? You're the man of the family now, you know. I have to take care of my special man!" She whispered in my ear.
I almost came in my boxers right then. As her massage loosened me up and relaxed me I could feel myself drifting off to sleep with a beautiful woman I called my mom sitting on my back giving me more pleasure then I had in a long time. woke up on my mom's couch. I noticed she must have fallen asleep while massaging me, because she was laying on my back. Her arms around me. Her long beautiful hair laying across my neck. Trick situation. I looked over at the mirror behind the couch. I could see her skirt had risen up even more while she was asleep. I could see parts of her dark panties. I found it a shock to see mom this way. She had always been fairly secretive of her sexuality. Yeah she flirted some with me as some mothers do with their sons. But it was always innocent.
I found myself thinking very sexual thoughts of my mother. Flipping her over and ripping the blouse, skirt, panties and bra right off of her. I longed to be with her. I felt slightly hung-over as you sometimes do when napping during the day. What a day this was turning out to be. I then felt my mom breathing softly against the back of my neck. The feeling was too erotic to allow it to continue.
I found myself at a loss as to how to get out of the sticky situation I was in. If I wasn't careful I would awaken my mom. If I continued to lay on the couch with him in such a provocative situation I would wind up doing something I would regret. Something sexual. I then thought of how magicians pull a sheet from underneath a table without disturbing the contents on the table. Hmmmm, worth a shot.
I grabbed one of my mom's arms and lifted it. She mumbled in her sleep some, but did not awaken. I eased out from underneath her arm and slipped off the couch to the floor. I eased mom back onto the couch slowly so as not to disturb her nap. I kneeled for a moment admiring her beauty while she slept. I never saw mom like this before. She always slept or napped in her own room when I was a child. She never showed skin except in a swimsuit, and when she wore one it covered her private areas very well.
I just sighed to myself as I saw the flesh of her ass, free for the world to see, or at least free for me to see. I admired the way her pantyhose was dark and accented her long legs. Mom would flip out if she knew I saw her like this.
She was always so hidden to me. Not like my sisters who would flaunt their bodies around the house. Allowing me to see them in various stages of dress and undress. Carmen was the looser of the two. She had no shyness in her. I saw her naked on a few occasions when she showered and ran to her room to dress. She only smiled the times she saw me. Nadine, however took after my mother and did not flaunt her body around me, at least not intentionally. At times I caught her naked with the bathroom door slightly opened, but she did not do this on purpose. She just thought I wasn't around. She wasn't shy about being around me in her bra or panties though and teased me much like Carmen did.
I watched mom turn her head in her sleep and stretch out her legs. Her skirt rose a little more. I could now clearly see her ass covered in black Victoria Secret panties. To say the sight was mouth-watering would be an understatement. As I was admiring the view mom started to stir from her nap. I sat on the lazy-boy chair that was once my dad's favorite piece of furniture. I flipped on the TV and channel surfed.
Mom became fully awake and sat up. She straightened her skirt down to be decent. She seemed a little self-conscious. Nervous, maybe. She took in a breath and put her high heels back on slowly. I only looked when I was sure she couldn't see me. She buttoned up 2 buttons on her blouse. A little unusual being that she usually had then all buttoned up around me.
"So, honey, what do you want to do for supper?" She asked, slightly blushing,
"I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea to take my beautiful mother out to eat at the restaurant of her choice." I replied.
"Oh, baby, that's a wonderful idea! I haven't been out since your Dad.....Well in quite a long time. Let me go get ready." She said.
As she stood I glanced over her body with my eyes. Even fresh from a nap she looked every bit the lady. Women half her age would kill for her beauty and femininity. She oozed sexuality even without meaning too. It was a very innocent charm of hers. She walked toward me and continued on to the marble landings of the bottom of the stairs.
She turned back to me and chuckled.
"You always flattered the ladies. That's why I don't think you will be single for long. I won't be long." She said as she walked up the stairs.
I eased back into the chair. Hard to act like nothing affected you when your mother had you thinking thoughts a son shouldn't be caught thinking of her. I laughed to myself silently as I realized my mother said she wouldn't be long. What woman is ever on time? My mother surely never was. She always made up for her lateness with her stunning appearance and kindness.
A half hour later my mom came down the stairs. I looked at her, speechless.
"So what do you think?" Mom asked as she twirled in a circle.
I took in the sight. She wore a backless dress with thin straps. Very sexy. I wondered what got into my mother.
"Well it certainly compliments you, dear lady." I said as I took her hand and we laughed.
"Thanks, baby." She said as she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
I grabbed one of the ties my father used to wear that was stored in the closet. My mother helped tie it for me even though I haven't needed help in that department for years. It felt wonderful to have her hands on me. A bit dangerous as well because I wanted more. I couldn't tell if she knew, but the air seemed charged with tension.
I straightened the tie and looked at myself in the closet mirror. It looked nice on me. One thing is I definitely inherited my parents good fashion sense. I haven't been out to eat in a long time. Marissa certainly hasn't been in the mood, but I found out the reason for her distance was that my lovely wife, soon to be ex-wife, was having an affair with my best friend, former best friend, Tony.
As awkward as this seemed, it felt like I was going on a date with my mother. Maybe all the lack of sex and catching my wife fucking my best friend and having sexual feelings come to the surface overwhelmed me that day. It would explain why I was having forbidden, taboo, thoughts of my mother.
I opened the front door and was relieved to see that the rain had stopped. The sky was cloudy, but the air was fresh with that after rain scent. The country enhanced the smell of rain with the many trees to make the scene even more spectacular.
I looked out the screen door and sighed. Behind me my mother slipped on a pair of black high heels. I could partly see her do this out of the corner of my eyes.
"What's that sigh for? You sad you have to go out with your old mother?" Mom teased.
"Not at all. It's just been a long day and I am relieved to be spending it with someone who loves me and isn't lying to me." I said.
"Oh, baby. You know I love you. My only son. My first-born. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, you know?" Mom said as she hugged my back.
I turned to her and returned the hug.
"I know, Mom. I feel the same way. Now, let's go eat and forget this day ever happened. I said.
I took her hand and opened the screen door. She walked out carefully. As I watched her I wondered why she never did any modeling. She certainly had the looks. She had long legs. Hair that was classic and could be styled in many different ways. A face that could make a heart beat faster at any time. A body that could make most men hard. I've even heard a gay man from her work party comment on how lovely she was.
Mom closed and locked the door behind her while tucking her matching purse under her arm. The outside light was on as darkness was approaching. I took my mom's free hand and held it as we walked toward my silver BMW. I unlocked the door with my remote control and opened the passenger door for her. I closed it behind her as I rounded the car and entered the driver's side.
As we waited in line at the place Mom chose for dinner, I noticed all the people looking in Mom's direction. I felt a surge of jealousy and the need to protect Mom. She has always been innocent to the men who lusted after her. I put my hand on her back and kept it there.
Mom jumped in surprise.
"Why did you do that?" Mom asked.
"All these guys staring at you. I don't want any trying to pick you up tonight. Last thing I need is my mom dating again before I do." I said and laughed.
She laughed along with me.
"I think you are just overly protective of your mother. Really, who would want to date an old woman like me?" Mom said.
I laughed.
"Mom look around. There are plenty of guys looking at you." I said.
Mom tried to glance around without appearing obvious. Everywhere she looked men were looking in her direction or trying to appear not to. Obviously, she hadn't been aware of the opposite sex's attraction to her. Mom was always naive this way. Much like my sisters were. At least Carmen grew to notice the looks of longing on men and women's faces. Nadine took after my mom in her innocence.
Not long after our arrival we were being walked to our table near the back of the diner. I noticed how romantic the place was. The lighting was dimmed and there were lit candled on every table covered in glass to protect from accidents. I noticed the waiter checking out my Mom but trying to be slick about it. I felt a slight anger. Certainly, I understood why he was looking, but I felt possessive of her. I was always protective of her and my sisters. I would be the first to defend all three of them from lewd comments of a sexual nature.
We sat in silence and looked through our menus. I decided first as always. I folded my hands on the table. It was then that I noticed I was still wearing my wedding ring. I sighed and took in a breath. Mom looked up from her menu.
"What is it, dear?" Mom asked concerned.
"I just didn't notice until now that I was still wearing this." I said as I held up my hand to show her my ring.
I started fidgeting with it, It felt tight on my finger.
"Let me." Mom said.
She took a cloth napkin from her silverware and dipped it into her water and she wrapped it around my finger. With a gentle pull she got the ring to slide off. I felt relieved to have it off. I would have hated to be stuck with the ring that signified my wife's betrayal of our marriage.
Mom held the ring in her hand, She admired it some. She liked jewelry but wasn't one to flaunt it too much. Funny thing is I noticed the ring matched her earrings. I looked at my mom's hand and noticed she still wore my dad's wedding ring.
"What are you going to do with this?" Mom asked.
"I don't know. I didn't think about it. I guess I'll give it back." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"You shouldn't. She betrayed you. Not the other way around. Do you think she is going to give you your ring back?" Mom asked a bit angry.
"I don't know, Mom. I really don't care. It's only material things. I could live without it." I said.
"I'll hold onto it until you decide what you want to do with it.." Mom said as she opened her purse and slipped the ring inside.
"Good idea. I don't want to make brash decisions." I said without any meaning.
Mom reached her hand over to cover mine.
"Look, honey. Things will get better. I thought I couldn't go on without your father. I still have you and Carmen and Nadine. You have us as well." Mom said.
"I know. Thanks mom. I appreciate it." I said patting her hand with my other hand.
"Do you know where you are going to live? You are more then welcome to stay at my place, but I am sure you don't want to drive all the way back and forth everyday." Mom said.
"As a matter of fact I wouldn't mind the drive so much. It would help clear my head before going to work. I couldn't live around her. Right now I don't ever want to see her again." I said.
"But you will have to see her. The divorce proceedings. Moving out and other times straightening things out between you as far as possessions. It will be tough, but I will be there for you." Mom said.
"As for my things I will send for them tomorrow. She can keep anything else besides my clothing and laptop for work. I don't need the house. I can buy something around here." I said.
"Don't be silly you can stay at my house as long as you like. You can save money for a bachelor pad. I can help you decorate it." Mom said seriously, she loved to decorate.
I laughed. The idea of my mother helping to decorate a bachelor pad is ridiculous. She is a lady not the kind of woman to be current on dating information.
"Mom, I don't want a bachelor pad. As you said, your place will be fine enough for me. All I need is a place to eat and sleep. I am not big into buying things." I said.
"Well if you change your mind you know who to ask for help, right?" Mom said and raised an eyebrow. She meant for it to be mysterious, but it ended up looking more seductive.
"Sure, Mom." I said and laughed.
The waiter came around and took our orders while peeking at mom's cleavage. I frowned.
"What is it?" Mom said as she noticed my facial expression.
"The waiter was checking you out." I said.
"No way. Well, even if he was it is harmless. I'm here with the only guy I need in my life." Mom said and patted my hand reassuringly.
I felt better knowing I wouldn't be embarrassed by someone picking my Mom up and her leaving me stranded. Funny that before that day I felt bad for my mother and hoped she could move on and eventually find someone else, now I didn't want her to do that. It was more then just my marriage coming to an end abruptly. I felt a genuine sense of jealousy. I didn't want mom to be with another man, just me.
While eating our meals, I kept glancing at mom. She never seemed to be this open. Dressing like this. I wondered what came over her. Did she do this for me? She usually worse dresses that were sexy, but still kept a lot to the imagination. Now she seemed to flaunt her body a little. I liked it.
She looked up from her meal and caught me watching her. She smiled and went back to eating. Hard to believe this was a mere dinner with my mother. It felt more like a first date. I felt slightly nervous. As we finished up dinner we talked about what each other was up to recently. Anything but what brought me to her home that day. I helped her up as we paid for our meal and went for a drive.
I drove with the windows down some. Mom's long dark hair flowed with the wind. She looked much younger. She seemed so alive. I can't remember my mom being so carefree with herself. She laughed during our conversation. As we took the country back road that led to her house alone in the woods, I felt the anger and depression of the day slip away. Here I was with a beautiful woman who loved me. That was all that matter. As I pulled up to her driveway mom put her hand over mine.
"Sweetie, I want to thank you for such a good time. I haven't had this much fun in ages." She said.
"Me neither. The last three months have been hell. Marissa wouldn't go out with me or do anything." I said.
"Forget her. You got me, baby. Thanks for such a wonderful date." Mom leaned in to kiss my cheek.
At the last moment I turned slightly, accidentally, and she ended up kissing me on the lips. We stayed like that for a moment. Our lips close together. Almost close to another kiss. I could slightly taste her cherry lipstick on my lips. My heart beat faster. I could tell that hers did as well. Her dress couldn't hide it. We seemed to stay close together like that for a long time. I pulled back and we sat silently.
"We better get inside. Looks like it is going to rain again." Mom said after what seemed like an eternity of tense silence.
As I got out of the car I licked my lips unconsciously. I felt myself getting hard, but thankfully the darkness of the night covered any embarrassing scene for me. I opened the passenger door and offered mom my hand. She took it in hers. It no longer seemed like we were mother and son. It seemed like we were potential lovers on our first date.
We walked to her front door in silence. We still held hands. She unlocked the door. The tension was killing me. I loosened my tie to get some air. We went inside the front door. She bent over and took off her high heels. One at a time. Slowly. I paused behind her. Her ass stopped me from moving forward. I looked at it openly knowing she couldn't see me watching bent over like she was. She opened the closet door. I thought she was going to put her heels in, but she didn't. She went behind me and took off my jacket. She helped take my tie off as well. She hung both up in the closet and shut the door.
We were both silent. We were both obviously in a state of arousal. The tension was killing me. Mom turned to me slowly.
"Go sit on the couch. I'm going to go get more comfortable." She said softly, seductively.
I watched her walk up the stairs slowly in her bare feet. Her bare back teasing me with the sight of her flesh. Her pantyhose darkening the lightness of her legs. Her ass moving up and down with each slow step. At the top of the steps she paused and looked down at me. She smiled slowly but seductively.
I exhaled. Oh my God! I went and sat on the couch and loosened some buttons. I eventually took off my work shirt and kept my plain white shirt on that was underneath. I turned on the TV while trying to control my breath. I flipped the channel until I saw a Bruce Willis movie being advertised as coming on next on Cinemax, or as some call it, Skinimax. The name of the movie was Color Of Night.
I never saw the movie before, so I felt it was good to give it a chance. Bruce Willis isn't known for erotic movies, so I thought it was safe. Little did I know.
Soon the sounds of my mom's footsteps brought me back to reality. I looked up and was stunned to see she was in a red silk shirt. It was like a pajama top. She wore no bottom. Not that I could see. Surely, she must be wearing panties. I gulped. Almost choked on the intake of air. She bent over to pick up her high heels. I could definitely see her red silk panties that hugged the perfect shape of her ass as she bent over. She slipped on her heels slowly and walked back toward me. She put up her one heel to my chest and I grabbed it. She smiled as she kept her balance. Years ago she was once a cheerleader in high school. It showed.
I let her heel go and she let it drop to my chest softly. She eased it down my chest until it reached my stomach, then my crotch. She paused there then withdrew her heel, almost reluctantly. She sat down on the couch next to me and curled her legs up behind her.
The movie started. I tried to keep my eyes on the TV screen. I felt her softly blow air on my ear nearest her. My erection twitched. She giggled a little. She ran the tip of her red nails (just noticed she painted them) down my ear, my neck. I gulped again.
We continued sitting like that. In silence. The tension overwhelming. Our hearts beating fast. I heard my mom gasp at a romantic scene on the movie. I glanced over at her and she licked her cherry lips. Then later on, there was a love-making scene on the screen. I heard my mother gasp even louder.
"That's it!" My said and stood up.
I wondered what she was talking about, She walked up toward me in front of the couch. She kneeled down with her high heels still on. Her pantyhose still on. I could see the outline of her soft nipples on her silky red shirt. She leaned in towards me and kissed me fully on the lips. Soft. Tender. Open mouth, but no tongue. Our tongues eventually teased one another barely. Her chest was rising and falling much like my own, fast and hard. Our lips met and danced. Our tongues did the same going forward and backward into each other's mouths.
Mom paused for a break to catch her breath. My erection throbbed and mom noticed. She dimmed the lights with her remote control that was on the table behind her. She did this without even moving her body except her arm and head. Her panties were exposed to me and the red silk clung to her. It was apparently wet. I licked my lips. My mom also licked hers as she looked at my erection and smiled.
On the screen Bruce Willis was having sex with a seductive red-head. In front of me my sexy mother kneeled as she leaned in. She undid my belt and buckle. She slowly lowered my zipper. She reached her hands in my boxers and withdrew my hard cock.
She smiled up at me, blushing, aroused. Then she leaned in and took my cock in her waiting mouth. I leaned my head back on the couch. I moaned. So did she. She licked, sucked, ran her hands up and down my dick as she followed those actions with her hot, wet, mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on my cock. Eager to please me. I returned to watching her as I licked my lips and thrust my cock up into her mouth. She smiled and withdrew her mouth.
"Haven't done that in so long. Oh, God, it tastes so good!" She said and jumped back on my cock with her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down, occasionally taking her mouth off of it and licking and nibbling on the side with her lips. She licked the head like it was a melting ice cream cone. She flicked her tongue back and forth on it. I guided her head up and down on my cock. I felt her soft hair in my hands. I caressed her ears and ran my fingertips around the lobes and edges of her ears. She moaned around my cock. I thrust up and down, in and out of her mouth as she went up and down. We were soon going faster, matching the pace of the sex on the TV. I started breathing louder. My mom kept glancing up at me with her eyes only. She heard me moaning.
"Cum in my mouth baby! Give it to mommy. You know I want it!" She said smiling a sexy smile.
She returned to sucking me. The pressure, the wetness of her mouth. The hot scene of seeing my mom sucking me. Licking me. Taking my forbidden cock in her mouth was too much for me. I grabbed the back of her head as I felt my orgasm approaching.
"Oh I am going to cum in that hot mouth of yours, mom! You want it don't you! You want to taste your son's forbidden cum!" I said.
She nodded her head up and down in response. Faster. I saw her put her other hand in her panties and rub herself. She was breathing fast around my cock. The site of her putting her two fingers in her pussy sent me over the edge. I felt my cum emptying from my balls and heading toward my cock.
"Oh, I'm cumming! Oh, mom! Oh, fuck!"
I started cumming in her mouth. I felt wave after wave of my cum spurting into my mom's mouth. Never once did she pull back. If anything her sucking and licking intensified with my orgasm. I could tell my mom was cumming herself as she was moaning and whimpering around my cock. She soon withdrew from it and I could tell there was cum on her tongue and the drop or two that escaped from her mouth as I was flooding it. I reached down and wiped them from the sides of her lips and offered my fingers to her. She licked them clean and smiled. She was panting as was I. She leaned in and continued licking my cock clean. She made sure that not one drop was left as she kept draining my cock for more cum every single drop was caught on her tongue. When I was all depleted she pulled back and sat on her heels. She opened her mouth and showed me the remaining bit of cum on her tongue. She swallowed loudly. She saw another drop of cum shoot out of my cock and leaned in. The last drop hit her on the face. She rubbed it into her skin and kept licking her lips and fingers. It was so hot seeing my own mother do this. I leaned back into the couch as she straddled me. Her red panties were just above my cock. My erection was racing back to life.
"Time to return the favor baby. Mommy's turn!" She whispered seductively as she inched her panty covered pussy up toward my face.My mom climbed up on the couch after giving me the blowjob of my life. Her red silk pajama top not doing much to cover her lower half. She stood on the couch in her high heels. He legs spread out around my body. My hands reached up under her long red shirt and grabbed her red silk panties. I watched in amazement as I did this. I slowly lowered her panties until they were as low as her spread legs would allow. I stared at her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed dark bush. I could see that her pussylips were wet with excitement.
"Yes, baby! Eat your mom!" She moaned in excitement before I did anything.
I caressed her legs and let my hands travel up each leg slowly. As I approached her pussy her body quivered in response to the pleasure it was about to receive. Her pussy was so wet that a single drop traveled down the inside of her leg to meet my approaching hand. I scooped it up with my finger and brought it to my mouth as my mother looked down at me. She leaned against the back of the couch and moaned as I licked her pussy juice off my finger with delight.
My hands continued their travel up her legs and covered her ass. I squeezed gently. She reached back with one hand and covered one of my hands with hers, She rested her head on the back of the couch as my face approached her pussy. I breathed deeply, savoring the sweet smell of her pussy. It had been so long since I last had sex that I was desperate for it, but wanted to continue the tease to make the reality that much better.
She sighed as my fingers rubbed her pussylips softly and spread them apart. I slowly began licking my way up the inside of her legs. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head, trying to force me to go faster. I found myself no longer capable of holding back and dove into her pussy with abandon. I licked and slurped on it while my fingers found her clit and drove her nuts.
"Oh baby! That's so good. Eat your mom's pussy like I've always wanted you to!" She screamed.
I let loose and attacked like a wild animal. She used both her hands to bury my face in her pussy. Her red silk shirt rose up and she lifted it up and off of her. Her big tits were free for the first time so that my eyes could stare at the heavenly mounds I always secretly lusted after as a child. Unfortunately, I did not have long to stare as she once again buried me in her pussy, almost suffocating me in the process. If I had to die this would be the way I would like to go.
I resumed licking, touching and rubbing her clit and pussy with a passion I never knew before. Maybe it was all the pent up sexuality, but I figured a lot of it had to do with my secret desire for my mother. I thrust my tongue all the way inside of her as if it were my cock. I was astonished to hear some of what my mom had to scream in response to my actions.
"Eat my pussy you motherfucker! Oh, God! Bury that tongue inside me! Don't stop!" She screamed and it echoed off the walls of her suburban home.
I did as she directed and more. I fingered her as I ate her out. My tongue occasionally teasing her pussy lips and clit when she paused to try and catch her breath. Her whole body shook with her pleasure.
"Oh, baby! I never had it this good before!" Mom moaned as she reached down to rub her pussy as I continued licking her.
Mom tossed her head back as her orgasm was fast approaching. She ran her fingers through my hair repeatedly and mumbled incoherent things.
"Oh, I'm going to cum Mike! Your mom is going to cum all over your tongue!" She screamed as I felt her pussy become more wet.
Her juices flowed as she screamed. I swallowed. Still some of her juices flowed out over my mouth and down my chin. Mom kept moaning and collapsed on the back of the couch. I let my hands travel up her smooth thin stomach and caressed her breasts. Her nipples were already rock hard as I teased them by running circles around without even touching them. I sat up straighter and started licking them and sucking them. Mom held the back of my head and just continued moaning. I tried to pull her down to sit on my hard cock, but she resisted and pulled away.
"No, baby. I'm exhausted. We both had a tough day. Let's go to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow we can do whatever we want." She said with a seductive smile and an air of mystery.
I watched as my mother grabbed her silk shirt and walked in just her pantyhose and high heels. She took off the heels and put them in the closet and walked slowly up the stairs as I grabbed my things and followed her. I watched her ass slowly move side to side as she took each step slowly, teasing me, taunting me with the hint of sex, but not the release I so desperately needed. I watched as she opened her bedroom door. She looked back at me and smiled a smile that made my cock jump openly. She glanced down at it and blew me a kiss, before turning around and going into her room, shutting the door behind her and locking it.
I stood there for a moment before going into the room next to hers. I dropped my clothes to the floor and got into the bed. I made sure there was a box of tissues on the nightstand next to the bed before I starting jerking my cock. I heard slight moans from the next room and knew my mom was playing with her pussy as I was jerking off. I tried to time it perfectly so my cock would match the rhythm of her moans.
"Mike, Oh Mike, my baby, fuck me!" She moaned loudly as I continued jerking off imagining that we were together instead of in our separate beds playing with ourselves.
I sped up my hand motion on my cock. I heard a buzzing that had to be her vibrator. She did not hold back in making it clear that she was masturbating and teasing me. I heard faint wet sounds that made me realize her bed was on the other side of the wall from mine. Only a thin wall separated us. Her headboard hit the wall a few times making it obvious she was going wild and thrashing her body around enough to make the headboard move like that.
"Oh, Mike!" She screamed.
This sent me over the edge and I came.
"Oh, mom!" I yelled out as I cum shot out of my cock with enough force to make me lose consciousness.
Next morning.
I woke with the sun beating on my face. I thought back and felt myself blush at all that had happened the previous day and night. I lay there as I remembered what I did with my mom...to my mom, to be exact. I got up from the bed still naked and went and took a long cold shower. Thoughts raced through my head about what I still wanted to do to my mother. Even though I knew it was wrong...it was so right. My mom was one of the few women who understood me entirely. I kept my full self from other women, only showing glimpses at times. The only other women who knew me almost as well as my mother were my beautiful sisters Carmen and Nadine.
I toweled off and felt an erection coming. I smiled in the mirror as I got dressed. I left my shirt off because I still had the same pair of worn clothes from the day before. I grabbed my cell phone and called some moving people that work for my company. I sent them to my house to pick up clothes, my home laptop and various belongings. I didn't need furniture. My mom's house was fully furnished for her kids and future grandkids.
I went down the steps feeling breezy and alive for the first time in a long time. I didn't even notice until then, that I was just going through the motions in life. I went into the kitchen to find my mom working on breakfast in a thin, see-through robe. I came up behind her. I matched my body to hers. I kissed the back and sides of her neck. She arched her back for a moment. My hands reached around and grabbed her breasts. She slapped my hands down. She turned around and our eyes met for a moment. I could tell she still wanted me, but her eyes gave away the regret of what we did the day before. Shock and confusion overwhelmed me.
I went to the fridge and got a glass of orange juice before going to the dining room table to sit. Silence overwhelmed the house except the faint sounds of bacon cooking in a pan. I stared at my glass of juice without touching it. Tension filled the air. My mom went to the cabinet and got plates as she served out our breakfast. She brought my plate and silverware and set them down in front of me. She did the same for herself and sat down and began to eat. She refused to look at me. It wasn't anger. Mom has been mad at me on occasion and this wasn't it. It had to be regret. As my mom was eating I began to follow suit and do the same.
When our breakfast was finished and we began to drink our juice, I saw mom look at me out of the corner of my eyes. Even though sitting at the far end of the table from me, I could see the outline of her nipples through her thin robe, teasing me with something I seemed to not have permission to touch, or taste. My heart was racing a mile a minute just as my thoughts raced.
Mom cleared her throat in what seemed like nervousness, as she picked up our plates and glasses. She washed them at the sink as I looked at her from the table. The robe and the sunlight did little to protect her form from my eyes. I could see she wasn't wearing anything under the robe. I seemed to struggle for air at the memory of touching her ass last night as I licked her pussy.
She washed the dished and glasses and put them away before returning to the table and sitting down. The silence was too much.
"Mom, what's wrong?" I asked.
"We shouldn't have done what we did last night. It's wrong. You know it and I know it." She said.
"Yeah...but." I stammered.
"No, buts. We can't do this, Mike. I love you and I know you love me. We are both lonely. We both lost our spouses. We are both very vulnerable right now. I...I can't forgive myself for taking advantage of your vulnerability." Mom said as she lowered her head.
I stood up and walked to her. I hugged her to me. Her face was at crotch level, but I tried not to think perverted thoughts. It didn't help much. Mom stood up and her tie came loose on her robe revealing her nudity to my eye momentarily before she closed it back up quickly. I came up behind her as she seemed not able to face me. I hugged her from behind and pressed my erection up against her ass. She sighed and stood still for a moment before turning around.
"Mike, as much as I want to, we can't. I called Carmen this morning and told her about you and Marissa. She is coming home since it is spring vacation anyway, she should be here tomorrow. We can't do anything. If we got caught I would be devastated. I love you...more than I have a right to. Maybe we can continue with this...after she goes back to college, but for now we have to stop." Mom said.
I nodded my head. She came into my arms and we held each other tightly. Our bodies pressed together like lovers. We didn't separate for a long while. As she pulled back some I kissed her. It was a long kissed filled with pent up passion, lust, desire for her kept inside of me over most of my life. Our kiss was closed mouth and then became open mouth, soon followed by a meeting of tongues. We separated each with a sense of loss & longing.
Mom walked to the window over the sink and looked out at the sunny day. She sighed and stretched. Her robe could not cover her entire body when she did this, so it rose up and revealed her long sexy legs. She stood on her tip toes for a minute before slowly lowering herself and sighing again. I wanted her so much right then that it was killing me to keep my hands to myself.
"I think I am going to take a dip in the pool since it is such a nice day and my "big boy" is home to watch after me and protect me from any guys who come my way." She said laughing and teasing me with her words.
I laughed with her.
"Care to join me?" She asked as she turned around and raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, mom. Only thing is I don't have any swimming trunks." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"I won't tell if you won't." Mom said in a whisper that was very feminine as she undid her robe for a tiny view of her nudity.
As she watched me watching her, she looked down at herself for a moment before looking back up and into my eyes.
I gulped for air.
"It's only fair that I go naked since you can't wear a suit. I'd hate to think I was taking advantage of my "big boy"." Mom said as she walked toward me and kissed me on the cheek. She held her lips there for awhile before pulling back and going to get us some towels.
I pulled my pants and boxers off and folded my pants over the back of a dining room chair. I folded my boxers over them. Mom returned to the dining room and gasped as she saw me entirely naked. Her robe fell apart and we were both naked. She slid out of it. Her nipples were hard and big. I looked down at her bush. I saw her stomach moving as her tits rose and fell fast. My cock grew and she stood still and looked at it openly. I grabbed a towel from her and she walked past me. I goosed her on the ass with the towel and she gasped and laughed before running off. I chased after her.
She ran out the french doors and closed the screen door behind her. It stopped me momentarily but by the time I got outside she had already jumped into the in ground pool. I followed and dove in. I came up near my mom and our bodies touched. We didn't do anything but also did not separate. We looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity. We both enjoyed our privacy because the nearest neighbors were so far away we didn't have to worry about prying eyes.
"So, um, Carmen is coming home tomorrow?" I asked to break the tension.
"Yeah, she was going to stay at her dorm, but after I told her about you and Marissa she wanted to come home to be with her big brother." Mom said as she swam to an end to fold her arms on the cement.
Her breasts were pressed against the wall of the pool, but they couldn't flatten because they were so big. They spilled out over her sides. They looked sexy in an almost innocent way. I came up next to her and did the same.
"So how did Nadine take it?" I asked.
Mom shrugged.
"I didn't get to tell her. I tried calling, but I think she was in class taking one of her exams before vacation. I'm sure she will be coming home as well. She is a little homesick so I think she wants to get away and come back here for awhile." Mom said.
I put my hand on her bare back and let it drift down the smooth, silky skin. Mom had a light tan that let me know that my seemingly conservative mother had been tanning nude well before today. I was a little surprised to see no bikini top marks in her tan, I wondered if her bottom was the same. After yesterday, I knew my mom wasn't exactly as innocent as I always thought she was.
I moved in behind her and started rubbing her shoulders. My cock touched her ass, but I ignored it as much as I could. I just wanted to give her an innocent massage without letting sex interfere. It was hard, both literally and figuratively. Mom sighed and arched her back into my front as she lay her head on the front of my shoulder. I continued massaging her shoulders and back. My cock pressed harder into her ass. I pulled away as I realized I was starting to lose control. Mom seemed disappointed, but tried her best not to show it.
I swam away a bit figuring distance would help in the current situation. I went to the other side of the pool, but even that didn't seem to help. She looked so sexy and ripe from a distance. If I was looking at her now without knowing, I wouldn't think that was my mother I couldn't help staring at. Her back naked to the sun. I stood watching her for as long as I could before turning my back on her and resting my head on my arms.
I felt her tits press into my back as her hands worked on my shoulders. I could feel her pussy press up into me from behind. It felt sexy in an odd way. She whispered sweet nothings into my ear as she massaged my back and shoulders. When she stopped I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel. I turned and saw her getting out of the pool. Water dripping off her sexy body. Her nipples hard and wet. Her pussy soaked. I threw her towel to her and went to lay down on my front, in the shade. She did the same. We lay there in silence and drifted off into an early morning nap.
During my sleep I heard the phone ringing faintly inside the house. I heard Nadine's voice as she said something about getting mom's message about me and that she will be coming home in a few days. Her flight from California would mean she would be home later then Carmen who would be at mom's house as early as the next day since it was only a few hours drive away.
I dreamed about Nadine my beautiful blond sister. She had a similar body to Pamela Anderson, but was younger and even better looking in some ways. Her face was much better looking. Youthful and with long straight hair. She had a smile that could light up the darkest room. Just hearing her voice was enough to make me smile in my sleep.
I woke up not too long later alone with the towel on my back. I stood up and went inside with the towel wrapped around me. My mom was back in her robe, but didn't bother to close the front.
"Oh, there you are sleepy-head. Nadine should be home in a couple of days. Hard to believe this will be a full house. The last time that happened was when you three helped me move in." Mom said making it obvious she missed us all.
"Yeah, it will be nice. I kind of missed having my family. Sometimes living with Marissa seemed like living alone. Oh yeah, better get dressed cause some of the moving guys will be bringing my stuff over soon. I wouldn't want them to hit on my sexy mother and I have to kick their asses." I said.
Mom giggled but took off for upstairs to dress. I put back on my boxers and pants. I went to the downstairs closet and grabbed one of my dad's old police shirts. "Cops Do It By The Book." It read on the front. My mom soon returned in cut-off shorts and a tank top. Obviously her home clothes had changed since I moved years ago. Even though this home was not the one I grew up in, it still had that home feeling because my mom was here. Mom looked at my shirt and inhaled. I guess she liked it on me. It didn't seem like she was sad to see it.
Not long after the doorbell rang and mom answered it. The guy seemed a little surprised and was obviously checking her out when I told him what room the stuff goes in. Him and another guy made a few trips from the moving truck to my new room and kept glancing at my mom as she sat down on the lazy-boy and put her sexy legs up. I thanked them and gave them each a tip as I shut the door. Mom laughed knowing she had teased them and made me jealous in the process.
I went upstairs and showered thinking about seeing Carmen and Nadine again soon. It had been months but it seemed like years. I missed my sisters who were as protective of me as I was of them. As I showered I closed my eyes and thought of my mom, Nadine and Carmen all naked in the shower together. I jerked off until I came thinking of these three beautiful women naked and wet.
I got dressed in some comfortable shorts. I went downstairs slowly, dreading what I knew I needed to do. I approached the phone in the kitchen with caution, as if it was a deadly instrument. I picked up the corded phone (it was a two phone setup one portable and one an answering machine). I dialed before I could back out. The phone rang for awhile. No answering machine picked up, which was unusual.
On the tenth ring, the phone picked up.
"Hi." A sleepy male voice answered, must be Tony.
"Put Marissa on." I said, bypassing any greeting or invitation to chat.
I heard him tell her that it was me in the background. They must still be in bed. So much for her statement of loyalty the day before.
"Hi. Mike? Your moving people woke me up so I went back to sleep." She said with a sleepy voice.