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Saving My Mom

By: Jenna_In_Dreamland



I could hear the screaming halfway down the block. My parents fighting again. Not much of a homecoming, but it would have to do. Walking into the house I realized immediately that something was really wrong this time. There were suitcases in the hallway, broken dishes on the floor, and my mother was still screaming from the kitchen. I hadn’t taken three steps into the house when my dog Goober came leaping at me. He looked frightened, and seeing as how it takes a lot to frighten a ninety-pound Doberman I thought I’d better intervene. Boy, was that a bad idea.

Ducking a flying plate, I edged my way into the kitchen. My mother was standing next to the open dishwasher, flinging plates and screaming hysterically. My father was at the other end of the room, half hiding behind the fridge and trying to remain calm. As soon as my mother saw me she stopped, burst into tears, and sat down on the floor. My father ducked into the living room, and I was left to sort out the mess. Typical day in the Sound household, well almost.

After sweeping up the glass shards, and making my mother a cup of black tea with milk and sugar, I was finally able to get the whole story. My father was leaving, for good. He had met another woman, and was moving in with her. Good riddance as far as I was concerned, but my mother really loved the idiot. He had been in and out during my childhood. He wasn’t faithful, couldn’t keep a job, and insisted on spending as much as he could get from my mother on useless junk. Still, she kept taking him back. This time she swore she wouldn’t. Yeah, I’d heard that before. Four years ago when he decided that he wanted to relive his youth by driving across the country in a van… with a girl named Bubbles. 

By the time I had gotten everything sorted out, he was gone. Goober was sitting on the couch trying to look helpful, and mom had retired to her room to “process” things. Flopping down on the couch next to Goober, I lit a smoke and turned on music videos. Time to relax, and figure out how to keep mom from taking him in when he crawls back. As I watched the top twenty, an idea began to form. I looked over at Goober. “What do you think buddy? Worth a shot?” Goober answered with a snort and a lick on the face. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

The alarm went off at ten till eight, rolling out of bed I stumbled to the shower and turned on the hot water. “Show Time!” I whispered. I left the door to the hallway cracked and climbed into the shower. Mom’s alarm went off at eight, and as usual she got up and made her way down the hall. I could hear her footfalls coming closer to the bathroom. They stopped just outside the door. Perfect! I poured some body wash into my hand and began to stroke my morning erection, letting out a deep moan just loud enough for my mother to hear me. The door cracked open a bit more, and I pretended not to notice. Still stroking myself, I let out another moan louder this time. I heard a gasp come from the direction of the doorway, and footsteps treading down the stairs. Finishing up, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went down to see what mischief I could cause at breakfast.

As I walked into the kitchen, my mother turned as if startled. “Ryan!” she gasped. “Honey, you startled me. And why aren’t you dressed? This isn’t the dorm. You can’t just run around here in a towel.” 

I muttered an apology, adding “come on, can’t I just get dressed after breakfast? I’m starving.” 

She nodded and turned back to the stove where she was making scrambled eggs. Looking over her shoulder she pointed to the table, and as I sat down she handed me a plate full of eggs and a fork. I jumped up and went to the fridge for the ketchup. Seemingly forgetting that I was wearing only a towel, I bent over and looked behind a few things before locating the bottle. As I turned I noticed my mother looking my way. I shrugged and sat back down to breakfast. 

Now, I know what you’re thinking. And sure, she’s my mother. But if you saw her you would want her too. My mother’s name is Anne, she’s just turned forty, and she still makes most college girls jealous. Besides, she needs someone who will treat her with respect, and love her back. I don’t think she can take another round with my father. So there you go. 

Finishing my eggs, I ran upstairs and got dressed. Time for phase two…

To be continued…..

Saving My Mom Ch. 02



The mid-day sun glared down at me as I finished up the yard work. Dad had really let the entire place go to shit. The flowers were drooping, and mixed in with weeds. The lawn hadn't been cut in ages. What the hell did he do all day! Mom's car pulled into the drive just as I was finished loading the bags of weeds and cut grass into the trash can. I pulled a towel off of the porch rail and began to wipe the sweat off of my torso as I walked towards her. 

"Hey Mom, how was work?" I yelled as she got out of the car. "Anything interesting happen today?"

Turning towards me and giving me a brilliant smile she yelled back "Thanks for the flowers honey, all of the girls at the office were jealous. They really brightened up my desk." 

I smiled back at her, and walking closer answered "Great, I was hoping that you would like them. Now, just give me a chance to get cleaned up and we can go out for dinner. My treat."

"Oh, No, I couldn't!" My mother stuttered out. "I have depositions to go over, and I still haven't finished researching the Johanson case. I just can't, there's too much to do." 

With a sigh of exasperation I grabbed my mother's briefcase out of her hand and carried it into the house. She followed, trying to grab it back, but I succeeded in locking it up in the hall closet. "You can have the key to that after dinner mom, you work too hard. Now, if we leave in an hour we will be able to get some shopping in before dinner."

With that jogged up the stairs, and put the key in my pants pocket before hurrying off to the shower. After a hurried scrub and shave, I wrapped myself in a towel and stuck my head into my mother's room to let her know that she could have the shower if she wanted it. What I saw astonished me. My mother was standing with her back to me rummaging through the closet. Her long silky locks gently brushed against the top of her thighs, hiding and then revealing her tight round ass. I could barely see the light blue g-string she was wearing, and it was driving me insane. I coughed to let her know I was there, and when she turned, startled, I managed to whisper "The shower is free" before bolting back to my room. 

Once I got into my bedroom and shut the door, my mind began to race. I wanted her, but I had to have patience. If I moved too soon, I would ruin everything. Giving myself a good hard shake, I applied some gel to my hair, slipped into my suit, and with one last look in the mirror jogged downstairs to wait for my mother. 

She came down the stairs just a few moments after I had sat down on the couch. Her hair was French braided down her back, and she was wearing a light blue slip dress and black strapped heels that laced up to her knees. "Gorgeous!" I exclaimed." I didn't know you owned any of that." Mom took a twirl at the foot of the stairs, and smiled. "I've had these in my closet for a while, but I never got the chance to wear them. You know your father, nice restaurants aren't on the agenda."

I gave her my arm as we walked to the car, and opened the door for her. There on the passenger seat were the roses I had bought for this occasion. Twelve long stemmed white roses, her favorite. She beamed up at me, and all I could say was. "For the most beautiful woman in the world."

Dinner was wonderful. As we talked Mom opened up to me, and we talked more like friends than like mother and son. She told me about how difficult dealing with my father was, and about how much she wished that she could just move on. I told her about my experiences with dating, and how I just couldn't seem to find anyone who I connected with. After a few glasses of wine, she consented to a spin around the floor. We danced to the music that she had listened to in her youth. And under the flashing lights, with the rhythmic beat of rock and roll in the background, we kissed. Softly at first, as if we were each afraid of what might happen. Then more passionately, holding each other close. As the song ended, our eyes met. I saw uncertainty, fear, and love. 

I pulled her off of the dance floor, and escorted her back to the car. She was quiet on the drive home, and I didn't press her. When we got inside, she said goodnight and hurried up to her room without ever looking up from the floor. I shook my head, and walked slowly upstairs to get some rest.

I awake in the middle of the night with the feeling that someone or something was in my room. Turning over slightly, I saw my mother standing just inside of the door. She looked tired, and confused. So I switched on the light and motioned for her to sit down beside me. She still wouldn't look me in the eyes. 

"Honey," she started "about what happened at dinner. I didn't mean, I didn't want... This is coming out all wrong. We can't, it isn't right. I'm your mother, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up. This just can't go any further."

I looked up at her, and took her hand. "I know, I'm sure that you feel awkward and confused. I'm confused too, but I know that I love you. And I know that I want you to be happy. I'm sorry if anything that I did upset you. That wasn't my intention."

She sighed, and finally looked at me. "I just don't know what I feel. Everything is coming unglued. And I'm afraid, afraid of making a wrong step... afraid of losing the last person I have in this world."

I pulled her down beside me and wrapped my arms around her. "You don't have to be afraid. I will always be here for you. I know what Dad put you through. I saw it. I would never do that to you. I love you, and I need you just as much as you need me." 

She curled up closer to me and whispered "Can I sleep in here tonight... just sleep, nothing else?" 

Turning out the light and pulling the blanked over her I whispered back. "Of course, just relax. Everything is going to work out. I'm here, and I won't leave you."

As she drifted off to sleep in my arms, I felt contentment wash over me. It really would come out all right. I wouldn't let it happen any other way.



Saving My Mom Ch. 03



Note: Sorry it took so long... As always this story is my creation, and as such is not to be copied, changed, or posted without my permission.

I awoke with a massive erection to the feeling of a warm mouth gliding over my cock. Opening my eyes I saw my mother kneeling next to me, my dick all but disappearing into her mouth. Not yet fully awake, I closed my eyes and let the feeling wash over me. The warmth of her mouth and the movements of her tongue were driving me closer and closer to climax. Seconds later I was moaning and filling her mouth with cum. She swallowed all of it and then smiled up at me. Not that I was complaining, but as my brain started to function again I began to wonder what the hell was going on. 

Mom crawled up next to me and whispered in my ear, "I've been thinking, and I made a decision. I love you so much, and you are the only person who has always been there for me. I want to be with you in every way possible... I don't know if I could stand seeing you love another woman. I need you."

In response I rolled over on top of her, pinning her hands above her head as I ground against her. Her long legs wrapped around me, and her back arched as my teeth found her neck. I thrust inside of her with one stroke, brushing against her cervix. Going back to the place I had come from all those years ago. She cried out, and I captured her lips with my own. Parting them with my insistent tongue, and ravishing her mouth as I ravished her body. She sucked on my tongue, body writhing up off of the bed in an attempt to get more of me inside of her. I let go of one of her hands to slide my fingers into her slickness and gently rub her clit. Her free hand began to roam over my back, nails making rents in my skin as her teeth scraped my tongue. I pounded into her faster, my fingers sliding back and forth over her clit as her nails dug into my shoulder. She released my mouth and let out a loud moan, her breath coming in gasps. Suddenly her body went still, and I increased my tempo as she began to shudder in climax. Her orgasm coming in waves. I held on for only a moment longer and then I came inside of her, causing a second orgasm to follow the first. As our breathing began to slow I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her gently. She lay still next to me for a few moments, and then began to lightly stroke my stomach. I looked up questioningly into her eyes, and they were lit with a playful light.

As her hand began to move south I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me, sliding so that she straddled my face. She moaned as my tongue slid into her and I began drinking our combined juices. My fingers sliding inside of her as my tongue found her clit. She began to grind down onto my fingers, nearly smothering me in the process. I nibbled gently on her clit and began to suck it sending jolts through her body. Just as she climaxed on my face I heard Goober whining, and the front door slamming. I gently laid my mother down beside me and threw on a pair of jeans. Whispering I love you as I made my way out into the hall, closed the door behind me, and trotted down the stairs. My dad was sitting in the kitchen. Damn! I knew I should have changed the locks. He had his usual penitent look on, and was obviously waiting for my mother to come downstairs and console him. 

He seemed slightly startled to see me, and his eyes widened as I smiled. "Sorry Dad, no dice this time. She isn't taking you back. Grab what is left of your shit and get the hell out."

He blanched, and then began to get angry. "Look you little snot, I don't know who the hell you think you are but this is my house. You can't tell me what to do, I'm the parent."

"Actually," a voice from behind me said, "this is my house, and you are trespassing. You may have helped make him, but you have never been a parent. Get your things and go back to Bunny, or Heather, or whoever the hell it is that you are currently fucking." 

I turned to see my mother standing a couple of steps behind me in the doorway. Her hair was a mess, and she was wearing one of my long T-shirt and a pair of jeans. My father tried to get close to her but I blocked his way.

"But honey," he wined, "you know I love you. I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. This is the last time, I promise. Just give me another chance, I'll make it right."

"What happened?" She countered, "Your slut run out of money? Or did she kick your miserable ass out once she found out what you were really like?"

His voice raising with every word he replied, "You fucking cunt, you ruined my life. Everything was always about you, your career, your son, and your house. Fuck you! I'm leaving." 

We heard the door slam and the screech of tires as he sped away. I looked into my mother's eyes and saw tears. I was so proud of her I thought I would burst. Taking her into my arms I cooed words of comfort into her ear until she stopped sobbing. When I looked down at her she was smiling.

I smiled back, "I think we had better change the locks, don't you?" She stopped for a second, and then she began to laugh. Her whole face lit up with it. As our lips touched I knew that she would be all right. I knew that we would make this work.