36 comments/ 285108 views/ 222 favorites A Mother's Frustration By: Oedipus_Dreams **** All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. An original work of fiction by Oedipus_Dream © 2012 **** Preface My name is John White, I'm 19, and I live at home with my parents. I decided not to go to school after high school, and not surprisingly, to my father's dismay. At the end of the day though, he's not paying any tuition bills, so he doesn't really care. Robert White, my father, is an accountant for a multi-billion dollar company, and his work is his only love. My mother, Allison White, doesn't work, even though she has a BA in literature. My father always believed she had no need to work; he was the provider. So from the outside looking in, I'm an average 19 year old male, living in an average American household in generic suburbia USA. Perfectly average and standard and boring... Except not everything is as it seems, and when you look deep enough, no family is average. They all have their own share of dark secrets and twisted realities. This is the story of the secrets behind our "average" American family. It's a story of love and lust and uncertainty... a story about the pursuit of forbidden fruit. Just another one of the countless tales that remind us, that everything... is not always as it appears. *************************** Chapter 1 It was a cold and rainy fall night. The kind of night where the wind just cuts right through you and everything's turned a different shade of gray. I was sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner with my parents and it was an unusually quiet night. I sat there looking out the window, watching dead leaves swirl and trees sway as the wind blew. Nothing looked alive. Even the dreariness of such a lifeless day didn't explain the tension that had filled the air though. It hadn't been the first time, but that night was the most noticeably tense. My parents were never really happy together. They were night and day and always had been, but for the past few weeks, they seemed more distant from each other than ever. They'd never seemed quite right for each other but always seemed to make it work, until recently at least. My father was an accountant for a Fortune 500 company and engulfed himself with his work. He traveled frequently as a result. He was a reserved, dry man with no sense of humor. To him the world was black or white. Even as a kid I can remember asking my mom why dad never liked to play. "He's just busy with work sweetie." was the standard response she gave me. Needless to say I was never close with my father, and any closeness there was, dissolved as I grew older. My mother on the other hand though, was much different. She was an outgoing, friendly, kind, open-minded woman who wanted to make everyone happy. She was an intelligent woman too, and had a degree in communications. She worked for a little while before she met my father. She always chose to be a stay at home mom once I came around. She was literally the polar opposite of my father, and I never understood how they came to marry in the first place. The past few weeks though, something seemed to be driving a wedge between them. Actually, it'd be more accurate to say something had been bothering my mother, and she grew more upset the longer my dad failed notice. I asked her several times about what was wrong, but she wouldn't let on to anything. We sat and ate dinner in silence, a silence that had filled the air and was debilitating. It was deafening, and the longer we all sat there eating and pretending not to hear it, the louder it got. I watched the wind blow the trees around outside and thought about the tension building in my household. I knew I had to talk to my mother about it. I waited until dinner was over and decided to get to the point. *********************** "Just leave them on the counter babe, I'll take care of them." My mother said as I took my plate towards the sink. She was putting the salt and pepper back in the cabinet. "No, I'll help with the dishes tonight mom." I said "Thanks John, but you don't have to; I know it's your least favorite chore." My mother spoke with weariness in her voice. It was a tone that sounded like frustration giving way to acceptance, the sound of woman becoming too tired to fight. "No, I want to help." I said. "...seriously." My mother paused for a second and looked sideways over in my direction. A sad smile came across her face and for a second I thought she was going to start crying. "Thank you sweetie, you're so helpful." I didn't want to beat around the bush though, so I put the plate down on the counter and turned towards my mother. "Mom... what's wrong? And please don't say 'nothing' again, because clearly you're upset and have been for a while now. You've been really quiet and you and dad are hardly talking. So seriously, what's up?" I asked. I expected her to try and persuade me again that she was fine, but it seemed that she couldn't hide it anymore. She looked down towards the floor as a single tear fell down her cheek. "It's just... your father and I... I don't know John." She started. I could tell she was trying to keep herself under control. "We seem so far apart at times. I've felt so lonely recently, and he doesn't seem to pay my any notice no matter how upset I am." I watched her wipe her teary eyes, and I was suddenly quite sad seeing her like this. "He doesn't even notice anymore" she continued. "He seems bored with me. There was a time where he made me feel pretty and loved and now..." she stammered off. She wiped her eyes again and collected herself. "O, I'm sorry John, you don't want to hear this." she said as she reached up and closed the cabinet above her. I put my hand on the small of her back and simply said, "Mom..." She turned and looked at me with eyes wide, like a woman who hadn't been touched like that for a long time. "I love you. I notice you. I think you're not just pretty, but gorgeous. In fact mom, you're the most beautiful woman I know." I said this to her not to make her feel better, but because I truly thought it. "Ooo sweetie" she said as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist in return. "...thank you so much. You really know how to flatter your mother." she said, and kissed my cheek as she pulled back. For some reason I didn't pull away my arms still around her waist, and I held her close to me. She didn't seem to mind very much though. I spoke with a clarity I didn't know I had. "I didn't say that because you're my mother, or to flatter you. I said it because it's the truth. You really are gorgeous. You're perfect in fact, Mom. I'm serious when I say you're the most beautiful, attractive woman I know." "Are you serious John, do you really think I'm beautiful?" she asked with a new tone in her voice, like that of someone starting to realize something. "You think your boring old mother is attractive?" I didn't know what I was doing, or why, but I knew it felt like something I'd been planning on forever. I tightened and arms around her waist and her pulled against me. Her face was only a few inches from mine now, and our lower bodies were pressed against each other. I seemed to have forgotten where I was or with whom, and my mother looked as if she didn't much care either. Some inexplicable attraction was pulling us together and neither of us wanted to resist it. "I don't think you're boring or old Mom. I think you breathtaking and beautiful and unappreciated. Dad doesn't deserve you Mom. You're stunning..." I said with all the sincerity in the world. Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing, but most of me didn't worry about it. This moment was instantaneous and potent and irresistible. It felt too right to be wrong. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against my mother's. Immediately her arms wrapped around my neck, welcoming me. In an instant everything in the world seemed nonexistent. We didn't worry about my father in the other room or anyone else for that matter. Our kiss grew more passionate by the second, and soon our lips were parting rhythmically. When I felt my mother's tongue press into my mouth I became aware of the enormity of this moment. I pulled away for a brief moment and we stared at each other with similar intensity. We looked at each other both asking the same unspoken question. Our answers were clear and unwavering. We dove forward for each other simultaneously, and our lips moved feverishly across one and other. Our tongues massaged each other. I could feel my mother's hand against the back of my neck, trying to pull me close and closer. My arms unwrapped around my mother's waist. Instead I reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks with my hands. I pulled her groin into mine, and for the first time I'd become aware of my erection. It wasn't until I felt it pressed against my mother's stomach that I noticed it. At the feel of it, a soft moaned escaped her mouth and through our kiss. She bit my bottom lip and pulled it. I had no idea how we had gotten here, and so fast, but I didn't need to argue with the reality of the situation. I pulled away unenthusiastically, interrupting our kiss. Even though I was drunk on the moment, part of me couldn't completely ignore the possibility that we could get caught. We stared at each other again both breathing heavily. "You're amazing Mom, and dad doesn't deserve you, so don't worry about him. I'll show you that you're still beautiful...that I notice everything about you. I'll show you that you're still loved... if you'll let me..." My mother looked at me and smiled. She put her lips close to my ear and whispered, "I'd love that John." The sound of this sent shivers down my spine. She went back to looking at me for a moment, before she smiled and turned towards the kitchen table. Just before she got back to cleaning the kitchen, in a final crescendo that summed up the indescribable moment we just shared, she did one last thing. She stopped, looked back over her shoulder at me, and bit her bottom lip in one of the most seductive sexual poses I'd ever seen. She finished it with a wink, and began clearing off the table like nothing had happened. **************************** After the confusing, and exciting moment in the kitchen, I decided to go upstairs to my room and think things over a little. On the way there, I stopped in the living to ask my father a brief question. "Everything OK Dad?" I asked sounding casual. My father lowered the news paper he was holding in front of himself and looked at me blankly for a moment. "Of course, why wouldn't it be?" He asked in return as if the idea of him being upset about anything at all was preposterous. His voice was the same cold and dry tone it always was. "Just checking" I said, turning to head upstairs to my room. My father stared at me quizzically, as if I had recently gone insane. He raised the paper slowly again and continued reading. I walked up the stairs quietly, not noticing the world fade away into a blur. The TV downstairs, the crinkle of my dad's newspaper, the creek in the steps beneath my feet; everything became distant. I walked down the hall, dizzied by the pace of my racing thoughts, until I reached my bedroom door. It was my hand on the doorknob turning it, but it felt like I watched it from 10 feet away. I took a seat on my bed and watched for a few minutes as the world flew around me. I thought about how even though I hadn't planned on ever kissing my mother, I wasn't upset that I did. In fact I my mind started processing the whole situation differently. I should've been embarrassed and regretful, but for some reason, I wasn't. It was like every preconceived notion I had in my life, didn't make any sense. My sense of wrong and right seemed vague and superficial. I searched for any reason I could use to tell myself I was wrong, but I just didn't believe it. They only concern I had was that my mother might actually become upset with me when she thought everything over. Just in case she was, I figured I should let the waters cool for a little and apologize later that night. I wasted a few hours on the internet before deciding to head down stairs. ***************************** Chapter 2 It was a little after 9 when I left my bedroom and headed down stairs. It was a bit cold in the house so I had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve t-shirt. When I got to the bottom of the steps, I saw my dad had fallen asleep in his chair. He seemed to have replaced his newspaper with a novel, which was closed on his lap. Usually my mother was in the living room as well in the evening, watching TV, so I was surprised when I didn't see her there like I expected to. At the sound of the bottom step creaking, my father jolted his head up and was awake. "Well, guess it's time to turn in." he said, before yawning loudly. Set in his ways, his routine made him appear to be a man closer to 70 than 50 sometimes. He lowered the leg rest on the recliner, put his novel on the coffee table and stood up. "You going to bed?" I asked indifferently as I took a seat on the couch. I didn't want to seem suspicious to him. "Ya, long day tomorrow. Then Tuesday I leave for a weak to go to Chicago." he replied. He started heading up the stairs slowly. "Mom go to bed too?" I asked causally while I flipped through the TV channels. "I think she's in the family room. I'm not sure." he answered. He spoke in the tone of a man who couldn't care less if his answer was right or not. "Goodnight" he muttered from the top of the steps, and a second later I heard the bedroom door close behind him. I didn't really have any interest in watching TV, so I turned it off and left the remote control on the couch. I was just anxious to see if my mom was still downstairs and awake. I made my way through the kitchen and dining room. On the back of our house we had a family room, where I expected her to be, but I was surprised to see the lights were dimmed and she wasn't there. I stood there perplexed for a moment before I realized the sunroom had the lights on. I walked through the dimly lit family room until I was close enough to see my mother. She was sitting on the wicker couch with a book in her lap reading. I opened the door to the sunroom and went in. "Hey sweetie" my mother greeted me before I even had the door closed. If she was upset, she surely didn't sound it. "Hey" I replied simply. I sat down next to her on the couch, where she was sitting Indian style with a book in her lap. She had fleece pants on and a hoodie and was wearing her hair in a pony tail. For a second I couldn't help but notice how youthful she looked. The sunroom was cooler than the rest of the house, but she looked comfortable none the less. "Aren't you cold in here?" I asked anyway. She let the book close is her lap, looked up at me with a smile, and asked: "Nope, perfectly comfortable. Are you?" "No, I'm fine." I admitted. I was a bit nervous about bringing up the topic of the kiss, but I decided to just get to it. "...but I wanted to say something." I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry about earlier Mom. I didn't mean to do that and I hope it didn't upset you. I just went out on a whim and didn't think it over and I know it was inappropriate, so I'm..." That was all I said before my mother interrupted me. "No, no John... don't apologize," she said. I looked up at her curiously. "I'm not upset at all sweetie... you didn't upset me. In fact, kind of the contrary." The last sentence rolled off her tongue with a newfound playful tone. "I was thinking about everything you said earlier. John, those were some of the nicest, loving things anyone has ever said to me. It didn't matter to me that you were my son. You made me feel so loved and wanted." Her voice had become growingly more sincere. "John... I'm glad you kissed me. That was the most passionate, sensual kiss I think I've ever had. Your father's never even kissed me like that." Any mild doubts I had about my mother being upset seemed to float away. I said: "Mom, I meant those things, I really did." We were locked in the same intense stare we had found ourselves in earlier that night. "I really do think you're beautiful" I said. "John... kiss me again baby." my mother said to me. It seemed to ring throughout my entire body like a shockwave. I leaned over quickly, put my hand behind her neck, and pulled my mother to me. We kissed with as much fire and passion as the first time, except this one was different. I could feel gears moving inside me. I could feel the change happening. Something... somewhere deep in my psychology, was being shaken loose. I knew that it was wrong and we shouldn't be doing it, but I liked it. As I kissed my mother more and more sensually, I realized I liked being wrong, being taboo. I pulled away to look at mother, and everything clicked. I lusted for her. I wanted to do everything to every part of her. I suppose she might have been thinking the same thing... because she paused as long as she could. My mother flung her lips back against mine, and our arms wrapped around each other. "Ooo mom..." I moaned through our kiss although I hadn't meant to. "Yes baby," she was quick to reply. I was operating off pure instinct at that point, with no time for reason or judgment. Slowly I moved my hand down to my mother's right thigh. As we kissed I moved it slowly back and forth, climbing more and more each time. When I reached the bottom of her shirt, I slide my hand under it instead of over. Slowly still, in rhythm with our kissing, I slid my hand up my mother's side. I paused kept it below her right tit for a few minutes without going any further. When she didn't protest, I slid it slowly until I felt her bra, and eventually I had her whole boob in my hand. Suddenly she slowed down the kiss pulled away from me. "Wait baby," she said reluctantly. She pulled my hand off her boob. She looked like she was unsure. "Kissing is one thing... but we can't get out of control John. We have to keep in mind that I'm your mother and you're my son. Even though kissing is great, and I don't want to stop, we can't go any further. I was devastated by the sound of this for two reasons. One being that I wanted to do much more than kiss and two, I felt terrible and guilty. I had to struggle to keep from crying actually. "Shit... I'm sorry mom. I can't believe I did that. I'm so sorry." I pleaded, feeling fully embarrassed. "No John, don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong sweetie." She put her hand under my chin and raised my face up to see hers. "I just want us to make sure we don't go too far," she said. "Kissing is fine, as long as it's our little secret, OK? Your dad can never hear about it." "Of course mom, I wouldn't tell anyone, especially not dad. I promise," I told her sincerely. "Ok baby, I believe you. I'm going to go bed sweetie; long day," she said. Before she got up though, she leaned in and put her lips back on mine. Her tongue slipped in soon after. "We got the whole day to ourselves tomorrow babe, and plenty more of this unless you're opposed?" "No, not at all Mom," I said excitedly. "Good. See you then sweetheart." and with that she picked up her book and headed out of the sunroom. ******************************** Chapter 3 I struggled to sleep that night. After I masturbated twice to mental image of my mother, I still couldn't relax. All I should see was her face and mine coming together. All I could feel was how her firm breast felt in my hand. My mind reeled all night with thoughts and images of her. I hadn't fallen asleep by the time I heard my dad get into the shower, or even by the time I heard the front door close as he left for work. I figured my mother would be up soon anyway, so I mind as well just wait. A Mother's Frustration At a few minutes before 9, I heard my parent's bedroom door open, quickly followed by my mother's footsteps down the hallway towards the bathroom. I laid there for a few minutes thinking about the possible image of my mother's naked body in the shower and decided to get up and get moving for the day. Despite no sleep I didn't feel very tired at all, most likely still buzzing off the unexpected thrill of the previous night. I got up, threw a pair of nylon shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt on, and headed out of my bedroom. Before I reached the steps to head downstairs, I noticed the sound of the shower was much louder than normal, and I paused. Out of curiosity I decided to head down the hall. I couldn't yet see that the bathroom door was open, but when I got in front of it, it hit me. The door was cracked open about 2 inches, which was plenty enough to see inside. My mom had never done that before. When I closed one eye and looked in though, I couldn't believe my luck. My mother wasn't in the shower yet, but rather standing completely naked in front of mirror. I had never seen her naked body fully until then, and instantaneously my perception of beauty changed. She stood there with her long brown hair falling down over her shoulders. My mother was young comparatively. She had me young when she was only 20. Now, at 40, she looked much better than other women her age. Maybe it was because she didn't have the stress of a job and hence time to work out regularly or maybe she was simply blessed. She was average height, about 5'6" and had a curvy but firm 130lb frame. She had full 34C breasts that looked too good to be real, but were. Her skin was a soft cream color. Not overly pale, but natural. She had long dark brown hair that was naturally wavy and it fell down to her mid back. Standing there looking at her through the crack, my eyes naturally followed the hair, down her smooth back to her round ass. I couldn't take my eyes off. I noticed the smooth cream skin of her ass cheeks and the little dimples above them. I saw her ass crack and it drove me crazy in just seconds. My dick was rock hard as I stared at the back of my mother's naked body. It was what happened next though that I couldn't believe. She looked over her shoulder towards the door and I was struck with dread. I was sure she saw me. She looked back towards the mirror though after a second, as if she hadn't seen me after all. Then, she took the hair band off her wrist, and did the most amazing thing. My mother bent completely forward letting her hair hang down. 10 feet in front of me my mother's naked ass was spread as she bent completely forward. She took a considerably long time putting her hair in a pony tail, but eventually she stood back up, and headed to the shower. As she got in and pulled the shower curtain behind her, I felt like I was in a daze. I ran to my room and masturbated in record time, after which I headed down stairs to grab some breakfast. ***************************** It was about a half an hour later, and I was standing at kitchen counter reading the sports section and eating a bowl of Apple Jacks. At some point in my life, I got into the weird habit of standing at the counter to eat when I'm eating alone, and although it annoyed a lot of people, I was set in my ways as well I suppose. Anyway, as I stood there reading the paper and shoving heaping spoonfuls of cereal in my mouth, I must not have heard my mother walk downstairs, or even into the kitchen for that matter. Needless to say, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist out of nowhere, it scared the hell out of me. In just a second's time, I dropped my spoon, jumped a foot in the air, and yelped like a dog. Immediately, before I even turned around, my mother was in hysterics. When I turned around to face her, she had her hands over her mouth in a half shocked, half laughing face. Her eyes were wide and I could hear her laughing under her hands, but trying not to. "You scared... the living... shit out of me woman..." I said in a drawn out and dramatic way. I wanted to look serious, but seeing my mom so entertained, I couldn't help the smirk that I was slowly developing. "Stop it..." I tried to say gravely, but laughter's too contagious, and I couldn't fight it off any more. "Seriously mother... you got me good," I said now chuckling along. My mother lowered her hands from her face and said: "Sweetie... I am so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. You were so jumpy, you actually scared me a little," she said still laughing. Quickly though, her voice became more warm and intimate. She said to me: "All I was trying to do was this sweetie..." and she came forward and put her arms around my waist again. I wrapped mine behind her neck and we stood completely against each other. My mother was wearing a sexy blue button up blouse, and her voice became low and sensual. "I just wanted to be close to you..." she told me in what was close to whisper. The sexuality in her voice raised the hairs on my neck. I was too quickly turned on to still pretend to be annoyed. I said to her as seductive as I could, "Now you are..." We pulled each other as close as possible as our lips met. The kiss heated up quickly. With my mom's arms around my waist holding me against her, my crotch was against hers. I felt my erection growing, but I didn't care. Within 20 seconds I had a rock hard dick and I could feel it pressing against my mother's soft mound. I knew she could as well when her breathing grew heavier and soft moans came between her kisses. She pulled away just enough that when she spoke her lips were so close they fluttered against mine. "Does your mother get you excited?" she asked me. I could feel her ever so slightly pressing harder against my erection. "Fuck mom... you're torturing me. When you talk to me like that, I have a lot more on my mind than just kissing." I told her. She seemed to think about this for a second as if she'd been wrong, and said finally, "You're right sweetie, I am torturing you, and that isn't very fair. I suppose I'll have to make it up to you huh? How about this..." She took her arms away from my waist and took a step back. She was standing a little over a foot away now and still stared into my eyes. My cock throbbed harder than ever. "How about I reconsider your request from last night..." she said slowly as she reached up and unbuttoned the top button. She took her time and slowly worked her way down, unbuttoning her whole blouse. I was praying that it wasn't a terribly cruel joke of some sort. She stood there in front of me, looking into my eyes, with her shirt unbuttoned. Slowly she reached up and pulled the blouse off one arm, then the next, and then she let it drop to ground all together. Even with a bra one her boobs looked amazing. "You still want to see mommy's tits sweetie?" she asked like seductress. "Fuck mom..." I said in disbelief. "I'd love to." She reached behind herself, and undid the clasp of the bra. Slowly she grabbed the bra and let it fall down her arms, to the floor. My mother was standing in front of me showing me her perfect, firm tits. It was when she pressed against me again that I couldn't control myself. "Oooo fuck mom." I said as I felt her breasts against me. I kissed her hard and forcefully. I kissed her face and her neck and up to her ear. I slowly sucked her neck back down, but didn't want to stop. "Oooo baby... I don't know..." my mother said doubtfully, but clearly turned on. "I don't think you should.... O John!" she interrupted herself loudly when my lips slid down her boob. When I finally took her right nipple in my mouth, she moaned loud enough to be a scream. "Oo shit baby that feels incredible." She put her hand on the back of my head and forced her tit into my mouth as much as she could. "Suck me baby... suck mommy's titties. Ooo god YES..." she screamed when I switched to the other one. I stood there and licked and sucked my mom's youthful breasts for at least 10 minutes. I could tell she was getting more and more aroused by her breathing and how she started rhythmically pressing against my hard on. Finally, without any warning, she shuttered and shook a little. "OOO god... OK, that's enough for right now," she said, stepping away from me. "That felt amazing baby... really" Her voice was almost shaking. She reached down and grabbed her bra, put it back on and picked up the blouse. "I just need a couple minutes sweetie..." she told me with explaining what she meant. She turned and walked hurriedly out the kitchen and up the stairs. Her bedroom door closed hard behind her. ********************************** I figured my mother had gone to masturbate in her room, which I wish I could've seen somehow. Just as horny as she was, I sat down on the living room couch to do the same. I wasn't worried about being out in the open. We both knew what each other was up to. I closed my eyes and immediately saw the image of my mother's naked ass in the bathroom, bending over in front of me. I lost myself in my fantasy. "O fuck mom..." I moaned out loud. "Fuck. O yes, yes, YES, I'm gonna cum mom!" I moaned loudly "I love you mom..." I said as I came. I was filled with bliss. I didn't know or how or why, but I knew my desires for my mother were intensifying by the minute. I didn't want to hold back. I didn't want to be reserved. I wanted to make love to every inch of her body, every way that I could. My lust was beginning to blanket over me, consuming my thoughts and engulfing my mind. After a few minutes of contemplating all of that had come to life recently, I opened my eyes and put my dick away. I put the TV on and flipped through the channels aimlessly. I managed to zone out after a little while and gave my head a well deserved break. All seemed well. *********************************** It was a quarter after four when I woke up. Soon Boss Bob would be home from work, bringing with him servings of pessimism for everyone. Outside, the autumn sun was low in the sky, spilling orange light and long shadows through the windows in the living room. The TV was still on, but it had been muted at some point while I was sleeping. I hadn't expected to sleep at all, let alone four plus hours. I was still drowsy from the long nap, so I let out a lengthy yawn as I stood up to stretch. "Rise and shine," I heard come from the kitchen. I strolled in leisurely to investigate. My beautiful mother was standing at the kitchen sink, busy with the unbeautiful job of scrubbing potatoes. That was my chance for retaliation I thought, and although I wouldn't scare her, Id have my fun. "You were out cold," she said, again without looking back at me. I came behind her and slipped my arms around her waist as she had done to me earlier. "You should've woke me up, beautiful," I said as I kissed her neck. My kiss grew wilder as I sucked and licked her neck more passionately. She put the potato she was cleaning in the colander and closed her eyes. It didn't take much of each other to get either of us going, and I could feel myself growing with excitement. "Mmmm, that's lovely baby... but we have to save it for later. Your father could be home early and walk in any minute," she protested, although I didn't plan on stopping. The feeling on my mom's firm ass pressed against me was amazing. I could feel the tip of my cock poking right between her ass cheeks. Slowly, I pushed forward and back. "No sweetie, don't," she said unconvincingly. "We can't..." I didn't say anything in rebuttal, but rather kept rubbing the bulge in my pants along her ass crack. It felt better than I could've dreamed. Her thin black pants didn't keep much to the imagination, and I could feel my mother's ass perfectly as I slid along. "Oooo John... I want to..." she moaned, "but I can't." This time she tried turning to face me, but I didn't loosen my grip on her hips. She looked back at me when I wouldn't let me spin around. I couldn't help it... it felt so incredible. My dry thrusts got faster. "Sweetie... we can't... not now..." she added at the end and it sparked a fire in me. I stop dry humping her ass, and spun her by the hips to look at me. I purposely pushed my hard bulge into her pussy at which she let out a genuine moan of delight. "Not now?" I asked. I was pressing into her crotch as much as I could. "Why can't we?" I asked. "Why mom?" She looked at me through heavy breaths and said: "Because... because your father will be home soon. Later... later tonight sweetie" my mother said to me almost in a moan. I smiled and kissed her softly without my tongue. After what felt like an eternity I pulled away for my mom and said: "Ok." I decided to be good for a few hours, so I went over and set the table while my mom cooked dinner, and we talked about movies and music and people we knew, and we laughed. ******************************** Dinner was just as quiet and awkward as the night before, if not more so. The only brief conversation during the whole meal was from my father reminding us he was leaving the next day, and would be gone for a week. My mother and I both acknowledged his comment as casually as we could, both trying to hide the energetic excitement we felt about it. The meal was filled with sideways glances and hidden grins shared between the two of us. It seemed as if, though neither of us knew what the immediate future held, we we're both excited for its arrival. I knew my mom had vague limits in mind for the two of us, but it was becoming increasingly harder to hold back or at least for me. In fact, I was bubbling with so much sexual energy, it at times, felt like I was on drugs. I had no appetite, I was restless, I couldn't sleep... I felt like I was coked out on lust; strung out on desire. I was daydreaming about these same similarities, between sexual desire and drugs, when my father brought me back to earth. "The meatloaf was good Allison," my dad said as he stood up from the table. He didn't even look at mom, or try to sound even partially meaningful. His voice gave the message, "I couldn't care less if your meatloaf was baked dog shit or a gift given from God himself, Allison" He walked out of the kitchen towards the living room, looking as if we we're strangers in his home. My whole life I never liked my dad or felt any love towards him, but for the first time, I felt what it was like to truly hate someone. I hated my father for his selfish life, for putting work before me and mom, but right then and there, most of all, for not loving my mother. He would never know what he had, or could've had, and so he would never learn what regret felt like. He would die the same heartless and emotionally ignorant man he spent his whole life as. I watched him shuffle away with his back to us, thinking to myself about how that image symbolized his whole life. "Hello? Earth to John... this is ground control..." My mother's voice faded in as the world around me came back into focus. I shook my head to clear the daze and looked over at her. She was wearing a playfully naughty smile which suggested more mischievousness than innocence. "Wow... I was totally gone there for a second." I said to her. "Sorry about that... what did you say?" "I asked would you be willing to help me with the dishes again tonight? As long as you don't mind that is?" my mother asked me. Her voice was casual, but her face was a wicked pose of seduction. Looking right at me, she took her index finger and stuck it in her mouth, then slowly pulled it out, licking it with her tongue all the way to the tip. In the few seconds it took to do that, she flipped all my switches and I was in overdrive. "Ab-so-lute-ly" I answered, not nearly as relaxed sounding as my mother. She smiled, stood up, and carried some dishes to the sink. I grabbed what I could, and followed suit. I couldn't keep my eyes off her juicy ass as I walked towards her. I had dirty dishes in both hands, and when I was right behind her; I reached around and dropped them in the sink. Now that my hands were free, I put them on her hips as I leaned against her. I poked bulge against her ass, and just like before, it was incredible. I didn't waste any time the second time around, and I immediately began rubbing up and down her ass crack. Either she was ready for it, or she was operating on a new lever of sexual energy. My mother turned around effortlessly and was looking right in my eyes. "Shhhh... just wait till he goes to bed. He has to pack yet so it won't be long. And I promise..." she paused. She took her hand and put it on my chest, slowly sliding it down, until finally, she grabbed my cock through my pants. I was in disbelief. I opened my mouth as if to moan, but no sound escaped. "... It'll be worth it" she finished. She let go of me, kissed me softly on the cheek, leaned up to my ear. "I promise..." she whispered in my ear, and sucked my ear lobe before turning back to the dishes. Waiting for my dad to go upstairs and start packing seemed to be the longest 45 minutes of my existence. I paced around the kitchen for a little while helping to finish the dishes. I was at the point by then though, where I couldn't hang out platonically with my mother. The gravity of her sexuality had become too powerful. I felt like I was a few PSI short of exploding all together, so I tried to make myself busy elsewhere. I attempted watching TV in the family room, but after flipping the channels for 30 seconds, I literally laughed at how pointless it seemed. Up to my room then, I concluded, where tried to distract myself with aimless web surfing. It wasn't more than five minutes before I found myself staring at porn. Clearly that wasn't going to work I conceded. I picked up a book, read 2 sentences, and tossed it aside. I thought for a brief moment I might be able to channel my libido into a work of creative writing. I held the pen above the blank notebook page for only a few seconds before laughing at myself and tossing the pen across the room. After pacing around for a few dilated moments, realizing I exhausted all ideas, I gave up the delusion of distraction and dropped myself onto my bed. Finally, as I was staring up at the ceiling, no longer trying to tame my atomically paced thoughts, I lost my focus on the time. It felt like as soon as I finally lost track of time, I heard my father walking up the steps. I jumped up, got in character, and opened my bedroom nonchalantly just as my dad was passing my room. "Early night?" I asked him trying to sound naïve. "Yep." he said. He couldn't be bothered to turn around so he kept on walking. "Flight leaves early. See you in a week." he said as he pulled the bedroom door shut behind himself. My smile was immediate and from ear to ear. "See you in a week you sad, old fool" I quietly replied. I wasted no time hurrying down the stairs. ************************************ I wasn't sure exactly what I was expecting, but whatever it was, it wasn't this. The living room and kitchen were empty, and when I walked into the family room, I saw my mother sitting on the couch, legs crossed, and looking all business. I didn't know what was going on, but it sure didn't feel like a room full of positive vibes. For a few long and silent seconds, I stood staring at my mother, feeling completely confused. "What's wrong?" I asked her gloomily. I was almost certain something was. "Nothing's wrong sweetie, just come have a seat." she said, and accompanied it with a pat on couch next to her. I walked over and sat down, all the while praying and pleading things weren't over with. "What um... so nothing's wrong?" I asked skeptically. "I thought earlier you said..." but interrupted before I could shoot myself in the foot. "I know what I said. And I don't break a promise" my mother told me. My hopes were re-inflated a good bit by that, but I was still worried about her sudden demeanor change up. She continued: "We just need to talk though for a few minutes ... it's important." My nerves were roller-coastering up and down. I tried sounding sincere and concerned. "Ok mom." I said. Luckily by talk, she meant more along of the lines of her talking and me listening. A Mother's Frustration "John... what we've been doing is wrong, we both know that. A mother and son should not be comfortable doing the things we've been up to recently. We should feel guilty and regretful about what..." "But Mom, I don't regret..." I started My mother interrupted my outburst. "Just let me finish what I have to say sweetie." she told me patiently. "What I was saying is that, what we've done is wrong, and we know it is, and we should feel terrible for even thinking about such things... but we don't" I was starting to unclench. "I don't regret any of it either sweetie, and I DO know it's wrong, but honestly, I don't care. Honestly John... I like being wrong. In fact, I love it baby." My sexual electricity slowly started circulating again. My mother's words started becoming more passionate, and I had an idea her libido was bucking back as well. "This is what I wanted to say. We just have to be careful John, really careful. We can't lose control. No one can ever know sweetie, especially your father. No one, OK?" "Of course Mom. Of course I don't want anyone to know." I assured her. "Next, we have to stay in control baby. I tried setting limits, but it's clear that we both can only resist so much. So here's what I've thought..." She paused and took a deep breath. "... no limits... but with the one major exception of sex. And we should go slowly. We can make each other happy plenty of other ways. We can't have sex, at least not just yet. Can you agree to that baby?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Even with all the crazy and unexpected twists that had found me in those 24 hours, I was shocked at what I had heard. Did she mean what I thought? Was she really OK, with everything but sex? I had to clarify. "Mom... are you saying... we can... do anything we want besides have sex?" I was close to overloading at the point. "If you're ok with that, and as long we go slow at first" she said "Ooo God mom..." I half moaned. "...I'd do anything for that" My mother smiled a seductive grin and said: "OK, Last thing I have to ask you is this..." her concerned look just moments before had given was to fully seductive, sensual scowl. She looked right in my eyes and asked: "...Do you want me baby? Do you want mommy?" I had never wanted someone so badly in my entire life. "Oooo God" I moaned. "Yes mom... yes... " My dick was rock hard and pointing straight up in my shorts. You should see the bulge twitch with my heartbeat. My mother got up off the couch, and stood directly in front of me. She slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, dragging it out as long as she could. "Is this what you want, your mother's soft body? You know we shouldn't do this... and you like that huh baby? "Fuck Mom... your making me so horny. I want you... every part of you." I moaned. She let the shirt fall to the floor, reached behind her back, and undid the bra clasp. She let the bra slide down her arms and onto the floor as well, and I was stuck starring at her perfect boobs. They were full and firm and round and perfect. "Is Mommy's making you horny baby? Am I making your dick hard?" "Oooo shit" was all I could moan. "I know what you want, what you've wanted from the beginning. In fact you've always wanted it huh? You want your mother to make you cum huh sweetie? You don't want to just kiss me..." she said as she started squatting in front of me. "You want to feel mommy's hand softly wrap around your hard cock, huh? Tell me baby," she said while she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. "Please mom..." I whined. I was close to breaking. "Please what John?" my mother asked me. She started slowly sliding her hands up my calves. I couldn't think straight. "ahhhh fuck," I cried loudly. "Make me cum you dirty little slut." My mother looked like a woman who'd had a flipped switched. Something about talking to her like that didn't just fuel the fire, it through gasoline on it. "O, you want mommy to be your naughty little slut? Is that what you want your mother to be for you... a nasty slut? Ok baby... I can be your sex slave" She reached up and hooked her fingers in the waistband of my shorts, pulling them right off. She had turned into a sexual devil. My dick and popped through the slit in my boxers when my mother pulled my shorts off. She just looked at me for minute, and then she hooked my boxers, and pulled them off too. Much slower than the shorts though. For some reason she seemed to change back to the slow sensual Allison. She stared into my eyes without looking away as she slowly wrapped her hand around my shaft. "O fuck..." I gasped. "I don't think I can last Mom." I couldn't believe my own mother's hand was finally holding my cock. "Shhhhshhhh" she said. "Don't worry about the first few baby, there'll be plenty more. Just focus on cumming for mommy. Don't try to delay it sweetie, just close your eyes and cum" her hand moved up and down my shaft so slow, but it didn't matter, I was going to exploded any second. "O fuck, fuck mom..." I moaned. "I'm gonna cum for you. IM GONNA CUM MOM....." I moaned loudly, and that was it. Fireworks and stars and cosmic lightening filled my head and relaxing pulsated throughout my entire body. I closed my eyes and felt myself cum harder than I ever had in my life. I knew it was shooting across the room most likely. As I came, I heard my mother's moans. She moaned softly as my dick emptied its whole load, except for one brief loud moan that made it sound like she'd been surprised. When I opened my eyes again, and looked down at my amazing mother, I couldn't believe what I saw. As she knelt in front of me, staring into my eyes, she looked at me with a face covered in cum. She must have done it on purpose, because it looked like every pump landed on her face. I was on her lips and chin, one of her cheeks, all over her forehead, and a large strand was in her hair. I thought I'd seen the sexiest thing ever at that point, but seeing my mother, stare at me with my cum all over her face, and smile, was too much. "Holy fuck mom...." was all I could say. She stood up and looked down at me sitting on the couch. "I'm going to go clean up real quick. I'll only be a few minutes. You though... you don't go anywhere" She put the blouse on over her bare chest and walked out of the room. Although my thoughts were still running in short, vivid bursts, the realization of finally climaxing at the hands of my mother brought with it some lucidity. "What if dad had heard us?" I asked myself. The idea of being caught seemed simultaneously horrifying and intoxicating. Surely it would bring with it humiliation and consequences abound, but the idea of it being possible seemed to fuel the forbidden fire. As arousing as the thought was though, I knew if I wanted to continue enjoying the unbelievable chain of events I had found myself in, no one could ever know. I pulled up my shorts and considered following to see where my mother had gone before deciding not to. She stuck true to her word anyway, and returned shortly after she left. Having at least eased some of the sexual tension between us, the rest of the night was spent kissing and talking and feeling each other. I wanted to go further and faster, but I didn't disregard my mother's request to take things slowly. I thought I'd at least get another hand job that night, but when I didn't, and my mother kissed me and headed up to her bedroom, I wasn't upset in the least. For the first time, the idea of pacing ourselves seemed appealing. I never wanted it to end, and taking our time seemed a sure fire way to prolong the journey. I was more content and satisfied that night than I could ever remember being, and after relieving myself, sleep consumed me with a warm totality. *************************** Chapter 4 I woke up the following morning feeling rested and whole and the day seemed to be awaiting my arrival. Outside the window I saw a beautiful autumn morning. The sunshine and blue skies were a refreshing change from the recent dreariness, and a pretty strong analogy for how I was feeling. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and was surprised to find it was only a few minutes after 9. It was much earlier than I usually got up, yet I felt renewed and perceptive. I sat up in bed and pulled a shirt on. The temporary haze of first getting up began receding, and I remembered the unbelievable reality that had been unfolding. I was beginning to get a more realistic grasp on everything; slowly starting to believe in the unbelievable. I still felt separated, like someone watching themselves from a far, but the movie was becoming less and less distant. I hadn't awoken from a vivid dream after all it seemed, or at least not yet. I got out of bed, stretching as I stood up. I remembered it was the beginning of a week alone with my mother, and the sunshine outside the window made more sense... of course such a beautiful day deserved beautiful weather. The idea of anything other than clear skies and sunshine seemed ludicrous. I found my slippers, slid my feet into them, and headed to the bathroom. My mother's bedroom door was open and her bed was made, so I assumed she was already up and about. The sexuality in the day ahead demanded my attention, but I was determined to pace myself. I took my morning piss and headed downstairs. *************************** I was slightly surprised to find I was the only one home after I looked around the house for my mom. I checked the garage to see if her car was gone, and when I saw that I was, I shuffled around the house curiously. "Where was she at so early?" I thought. In the kitchen the coffee pot was still on and half full, so I poured myself a cup. While doing so I noticed a hand written note on the counter and read it. "Morning Sweetie. I was up early so I thought I'd do a little shopping before the mall got crowded. I only plan on being there for an hour or two, so I'll probably be back before you're even up, but in case not I wanted to let you know. Beautiful day outside... we should make the most of it. Think of something you'd like us to do. Call me if you need anything babe, -Mom" I put the note down and took a seat in the living room. I turned the TV on absentmindedly, not paying attention to the news that came on. I was going over the note in my head, "make the most of it... something you'd like us to do..." I couldn't think of anything other than just staying in and continuing the recent sexcapades. There was anything in the world that seemed more appealing than that I thought. I wasn't on the couch, daydreaming, for more than 20 minutes when I heard the garage door going up. Clearly I wasn't the only one that woke up feeling terrific; it wasn't even 10 o'clock yet. Over my shoulder, I heard my mother come in through the kitchen and the door closing after her. "Hey..." I called from the living room without turning around. I took a sip of my coffee and pretended to be interested in whatever was on the TV. "Morning honey," she replied from the kitchen. I heard as she laid her keys and cell phone on the counter and poured a cup of coffee. There was the ruffle of a paper shopping bag hitting the floor, and I turned to see her walking into the living room. We both greeted each other with smiles and she took a seat on the other side of the couch. "You were up and out early..." I inquired. She took a sip of her coffee, and then said: "Ya, I woke up feeling great, so I decided to kill some energy since you were still asleep... although you're up early yourself it seems." I turned and sat more sideways so we were facing each other. "Guess so..." I agreed. "I woke up feeling the same way actually; rested and just... great," I said. "It was easy to sleep after last night." My mother smiled and agreed: "It was, wasn't it?" Despite not wanting to come across sounding too excited, I couldn't keep my voice from sounding giddy. "Mom, it was incredible..." I quickly answered. "You were... I don't even know... something else. I mean, you were amazing last night Mom. I just wish I could've been better for you." "John... you were fine baby," my mother said, actually laughing a little. "Trust me, there's plenty to come and it'll keep getting better every time. Seriously, I promise... it gets better and better," she said sounding sincere. "Plenty to come?" I asked with a smirk. I couldn't help how fast my mother could push my buttons. She took another sip of coffee and put the mug down on the coffee table when she was finished. "Yes baby, plenty..." she said with a sudden seductive tone. "Especially with having the house all to ourselves for a week." She stood up and walked towards me. When she was in front of me, she put her hands on my shoulders and sat down on my lap. Immediately, I started throbbing with desire. She didn't waste any time getting around to kissing me, and pressed her lips against mine without hesitation. We made out for a minute or two before she pulled back and asked me, "You OK with that... just you and me for a whole week?" "OK with it? I can't think of anything in my entire life that I've ever been happier about," I answered. I Put my hand behind my mother's head and pulled her lips back to my own. We kissed long and intimately for some time, up until I tried taking her shirt off. She pulled away from the kiss and smiled. "I'll be right back sweetheart..." she said, leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and stood up. I watched her as she hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind herself. "What the fuck... why?" I asked myself, feeling like the victim of cruel joke. Fortunately though, I wasn't sitting there long, no more than 10 minutes, before I heard her bedroom door open again upstairs. ************************** As I heard my mother walking down the stairs behind me, I suddenly got the idea to pretend I was asleep. She didn't say anything as she moved down the stairs and through the living room towards me. As hard as it was to do, I resisted the urge to open my eyes. I could feel her standing in front of me, looking down at me. I figured she knew I wasn't actually asleep, but I suppose she was in the same playful mood I was in, because she decided to play along. "Aww, did my baby boy fall asleep?" she asked out loud. "I just wanted to slip into something more comfortable for him, but I guess he got bored with me." I almost couldn't keep from opening my eyes after her remark, but I resisted the urge and prayed that my spontaneous decision wouldn't backfire. "Maybe I'll just try another time..." she said. It took everything I had not to open my eyes. "Or maybe... maybe I should show him something new so he doesn't get bored." I couldn't see her bending down, but when I felt my mother's hands slide forward across the top of my thighs, I knew she was kneeling right in front of me again. Her hands slid up until they reached my stomach, and back down. She did this a few more times before she reached up, and started slowly pulling off my shorts. I pretended to mumble a little as if I was actually waking up, but I'm sure my mother knew it was all an act. "Mom?" I asked trying to sound surprised. I opened my eyes. She was slowly pulling my shorts and boxers down to my ankles. "Sorry to wake you sweetie," she said sensuously. She pulled my shorts and boxers completely off and my dick was sticking straight up and rock hard. "I hope you don't mind." "O no, this is great way to wake up," I said staring down at her. She was on her knees and between my legs, so I couldn't see what she was wearing very well, at least not yet. She wrapped her hand around my cock and bit her lip seductively as she looked up at me. "Is it baby? Then how about this...?" Still looking right into my eyes, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up the entire length of my dick. It was an instant and intensely erotic look as she did it. "...is this OK?" she finished. She licked my whole dick again, up to the very tip. Immediately I filled with lust. "Ooo fuck, that's amazing mom," I said loudly. The feeling of her wet tongue licking slowly licking me was a sensation like nothing I'd ever experienced. "Please..." I moaned. "Please mom..." "Please what baby, say it. Say what you want mommy to do." She flicked the tip of her tongue lightly against the most sensitive spot on my dick, teasing me greatly. I couldn't keep myself restrained. "Suck it mom... please suck my dick. Please..." I moaned desperately. My mother smiled at my lustful request, opened her mouth, and slid the tip of my cock into her mouth. It was wet and warm and unbelievable, and I never wanted it to end. She slid down the littlest bit further with each pump. I could believe my cock was in my own mother's mouth. She began pumping up and down a little faster, and then, she slid down my dick slowly, until her lips were at the base of it. She had taken my whole cock into her throat and kept it there for a few seconds before coming up for air. She pulled away and looked at me with watering eyes. A strand of saliva trailed from the tip of my penis to her bottom lip. She leaned forward and spit on my cock. "O fuck that's dirty mom..." I yelled. As she lowered her head and took me back into her mouth. She sucked my cock in and out of her mouth, growing steadily faster. I wanted the moment to last for eternity, but I couldn't delay any longer. "Mom..." I moaned loudly, "Mom... I'm close. I'm gonna cum!" I yelled. As I did, my mother thrust down and pushed my cock into her throat again, and that was all it took. I twitched and yelled, "Mommmm" as I came into my mother's throat. She managed to keep it deep in her throat for each spurt and I could feel myself shooting cum into her throat. When I was finally finished, she slid back up my cock, looked at me and smiled. "That was... the most incredible thing I've ever felt" I told her. "I'm glad John," she said sincerely. "I love seeing that I make you happy," and she stood up. It wasn't until she was standing right in front of me that I noticed what she was wearing. She had her hair up in a pony tail and was dressed in white lingerie. White stocking covered her legs until her upper thighs, where two straps were connected. The straps ran up and connected with the bottom what looked like a white corset. It had a zipper down the middle that ran from the top all the way to the bottom. It was lacey and partly see-through and held her breast high and firm with shoulder straps. In between the bottom of the corset and the top of the stockings, she was wearing lacey see-through thong. I could see the bare skin of her pussy underneath it. I stared up in disbelief. Right in front of me stood the sexiest woman I had ever seen. In my entire existence I had never laid eyes on a woman so sensual and seductive, and she was my Mother. "Mom... you look..." I couldn't find words meaningful enough to convey my seriousness. "You look..." I paused again, literally unable to find the words I needed. My mother must've seen the genuineness in my face, because she smiled at me and said: "Thank you baby. I know what you're trying to say, and thank you. Clearly I've made you speechless, which is as good of compliment as anyone could give." Her voice took on a more a seductive tone. "Do you like seeing me like this baby?" she asked me. "Do you like mommy's body?" She reached up and pulled away the hair tie that was holding her pony tail. Her wavy auburn hair fell down onto her shoulders. She took a step forward and sat down on my naked lap. I could feel my dick against the soft fabric on her panties and it was almost already completely hard again. My hands fell onto her thighs as they straddle me and I could feel the soft silk of the stockings. Staring into my eyes, she asked me: "Do you want to explore my body John? Do you want to please mommy just like I've pleased you baby? I want you so bad sweetie. Can you make mommy cum?"