0 comments/ 150312 views/ 27 favorites Mommie Dearest By: genderbender Rob tipped the glass of beer toward his buddy Cal who was toasting his first day of majority. Eighteen years old and he was finally having a legal beer. Boy did it taste good! He gazed around the table at the group of friends from high school who, like himself, had arrived at this first significant life milestone since graduation. September most of them were off to college and whatever that strange world held in store for them. Of course, Rob was going to State across town and at least in the beginning would be staying at home with his folks. How he hated the idea! As the conversation buzzed around him he mused about his fucked up family. Or more accurately, his fucked up father. Rob had been waiting for this day for longer than he could remember. His father's taunts echoed in his ears... "You're no man, you're just a little boy. You've got to do what I tell you, so shut up!" How many times had he heard those words or something like them shouted at him by the hulking man who seemed to mysteriously appear and disappear from his life over and over again. As Rob got older, his body growing more mature, his mind getting clearer about the crap going on in his family, he found himself waiting for the day when he'd deck the old man! But his dad seemed to sense there was danger from this maturing youth and his incessant taunting diminished as his son got taller and his slender body filled out. Now his father's irrational anger seemed directed at Rob's mom. If his dad ever laid a hand on her Rob knew he'd kill him! But his dad was more bluster than anything else. Except for one time when Rob was around twelve, his dad never laid a hand on his mom. And aside from one painful spanking when he left his bicycle at the lake, he never laid a hand on Rob either. He didn't know how his mother could take it! She threw her alcoholic husband out a couple of times but she always took him back, even when she knew he'd gone off with other women. As he got older Rob came to understand what a lovely woman his mother was. It just didn't make sense that she'd settle for this bum when she could have her pick of just about any single guy. She was a knockout! He lifted his glass again, aware of how light headed he was becoming. His dad had been in a really foul mood before he left with Cal. Rob was a bit concerned about his mother as he glanced down at his wrist watch. It was 10:30. The telephone kept ringing but no one picked it up. It wasn't that late. Rob knew his mother wouldn't have gone out with his father after the fight they'd had that afternoon. He was worried. He walked back to the table and stepped around to Cal's side. "Hey, buddy. I got to take a run home for a bit. You goin to hang around a while longer?" Cal peered up at him, his eyes a bit red, his face flushed from the alcohol. He was a couple of months older than Rob and was already developing a bit of a reputation for being a booze hound. He'd probably close the place. "I'm cool. You comin back?" He was slurring his words too. "Probably. I just got to check up on my mom." "Dya call her?" "I tried but no answer." Cal knew about his father and had seen the tail end of the fight when he walked over earlier in the evening. "Let me know whas happnin." * * * His father's car was gone and lights were off at the front of the house. Rob closed the door quietly behind him, aware that his heart was beating fast. For some reason he sensed danger. As he turned into the living room he saw dim light coming from the hall leading to the bedrooms at the rear of the 1950's style rambler. Rob walked past the chair his father had overturned in his rage, pausing a moment before returning to tip it upright again. He was such an asshole! When Rob reached the hall he saw his parents' bedroom door ajar, the dim light behind it reaching toward him. As he came closer he could hear his mother's muffled crying. He paused at the doorframe, peering past the door into the room, genuinely afraid of what he might find. His mother lay on the bedcovers dressed in a negligee, knees drawn up, head turned away from him and pressed into a pillow that received her tears and occasional sobs. Rob had heard those sobs so many times before as he lay in the darkness of his bedroom, praying they'd go away. Usually she cried after his father had slammed the door and driven away with the engine roaring and tires squealing. Tonight was just another typical night for his fucked up father and long suffering mother. Except tonight he was a man, not a little boy to be ordered around by that bastard! Rob had images of hitting his father in the mouth if he walked through the door, three sheets to the wind as usual. He walked slowly across the thick carpet, finally easing down on the edge of the bed, his weight shifting the mattress and announcing his presence. His mother's breathing subtly changed and her head shifted on the pillow as she turned to see who was there. Long blonde hair fell to the side and her face appeared in the soft light cast by the small lamp on the table next to the bed. Her eye makeup had been smeared across her prominent cheeks by cascading tears, her lipstick smudged, but she still looked beautiful to him. As she rolled toward him his eyes left her face for a moment and took in the fullness of her breasts beneath the shimmering silk negligeee which was cut low to reveal bare skin. "Are you okay?" With tears streaking her face his mother could think only about him and asked a question he'd heard so many times after an angry encounter with his father. Her hand extended to take his, fingers damp and warm in his palm. "Everything's fine, I was just worried about you." Awkwardly she raised herself from the rumpled bedcovers and before another word was spoken collapsed against him, her body heaving with renewed sobs. Rob shifted his weight, leaning closer to return his mother's embrace. Her hair pressed against his face and he smelled the familiar scent of shampoo, mixed with the smell of whiskey. She'd been drinking too, he mused, drowning out her sorrow. He was also aware of the weight of his mother's firm breasts pressing into his side, as well as the softness of silk against the back of his hand where it rested on the bed. As Rob grew up he thought nothing of the fact his mother was so beautiful. It wasn't until late in his teenage years when a friend's comment caused him to look at this woman as someone more than "mom." After that epiphany he found himself vividly aware of all the attention his mother attracted wherever she went. When they were shopping together he noticed the men both young and old stop in their tracks, turning to follow her with their eyes. At first he'd been embarassed, but later he was proud to walk beside her. Now he was leaning into her warm body, feeling her remarkably full breasts cushioned against his side. But what was most disturbing at that tender moment, was the fact Rob was feeling aroused! The silk against his hand was so tantalizing. The hand lifted from his side, seemingly of its own accord, his fingers extending as they moved around his mother's torso to return her embrace. His fingers rested on soft skin where the vee in the back of her negligee exposed warm bare flesh. His mother shifted at that moment, her body turning until those incredible breasts were cushioned against his chest, moving ever so slightly with each rise and fall of her breathing. The intimacy of their embrace was more than a little disturbing to Rob, marked now by the increased tingling in his loins, the pulsing of blood surging through his manhood. The memory rushed back of mastubating with his mother's image in his mind. It was that sexy bikini she wore one afternoon when he'd been sunning in the back yard. She'd joined him, stretching out on the chaise lounge next to his. Her luscious body simply couldn't be ignored in that revealing outfit. Rob got a hardon almost instantly, he felt compelled to turned on his stomach so she wouldn't notice what was happening. It was later when he beat off that he permitted himself to savor the image of his mother lying on the chair, her voluptuous body glistening from the lotion she'd liberally applied to every luscious curve. And now she was in his arms, her body slowly relaxing against his, her warm cheek pressed to his, arms around his neck! Then she was moving, her hands slithering down his arms as she leaned away. He felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. As she withdrew her fingertips from his elbow her arm inadvertently brushed against the prominent bulge filling the front of his jeans, nudging the tip of his engorged erection. Rob froze, his breath catching in his chest! He peered at his mother whose face was slowly turning to face him, her moist eyes finally meeting his gaze. He could feel his face was flushing from embarassment. Suddenly the image of his mother entering his room while he was masturbating one afternoon flashed through his mind. She'd mumbled an apology and quickly closed the door behind her, but he'd been petrified! Yet somehow this was different, though he couldn't figure out how. He lowered his eyes to avoid her steady gaze but found himself once again staring at those beautiful breasts. He noticed her nipples were hard, poking through the clinging silk. He looked away, feeling betrayed by this sudden desire for his own mother. He felt like a pervert, but his body simply wouldn't calm down! Suddenly his mother's fingers were touching his cheek, smoothing out the tears she'd shed as they held one another close. Her touch as always was so loving, so gentle. He lifted his eyes again and saw the softness of her gaze. Then her fingers were moving from his cheek, sliding down and then around the back of his neck. He felt himself being slowly pulled closer and before he could conjure up an explanation for what was happening his mother's lips touched his ear. Her warm breath sent shivers down his spine. "Thank you for coming home to me." The words were whispered, moist lips moving against his ear as his mother spoke to him. Once again her breasts were nudging his chest, but it was her hand on his elbow and her arm resting atop his throbbing organ that captured all his attention. His hips shifted involuntarily on the mattress causing the contact to increase for a moment. Her lips had formed into a sort of kiss and he was shocked when he felt her wet tongue slip into the opening of his ear. He moaned, or was it a groan. The tension was so thick in the room you could cut it with a knife. He knew what he was feeling was wrong, knew that what his mother was doing to him couldn't be right. But it felt soo good! "My little boy's growing up." Again the words were whispered, this time accompanied by a movement of her arm as she drew her fingers lower, until they finally released his elbow. His breathing was coming in short gasps now and he attention was riveted to the fingertips moving down his side, past his waist and then inexorably toward the bulge in his jeans. His mother leaned back slightly, her eyes once again meeting his gaze. A smile lifted her lips which were moist with saliva from her darting tongue. Her eyes lowered just at the moment he felt those devilish fingers grip his organ through the faded denim. He peered down, watching in disbelief as his mother's long slender fingers slid over the fabric, seemingly measuring his throbbing manhood. The sound of the garage door opening jolted the wouldbe lovers out of their incestuous reverie. Rob awkwardly rose to his feet, eyes meeting his mother's gaze, seeing the terror in her expression. Without thinking he walked from the room, closing the door behind him. His erection instantly collapsed, the mood destroyed by the intrusion of this man who wreaked havoc wherever he went. Rob knew the situation was dangerous. He was so charged with emotion that he'd probably take a swing at the old man. He reached the kitchen, leaning against the counter trying to calm his breathing, eyes fixed on the door leading to the garage. He listened for the door of the car to slam shut after the engine finally turned off. He waited. The only sound was the crisp ticking of the clock above the stove, tick, tick, tick. His fingers curled into fists. He tried to relax them but they quickly closed again. After what seemed like an hour Rob walked to the door and slowly turned th knob. He peered past the doorframe into the garage. The engine was making familiar pinging noises as it cooled down but otherwise nothing was happening in the dimly lit space. He stepped past the door, leaning down to gaze into the car. His father was passed out, his head slumped against his shoulder. Rob shook his head in disgust before turning away! He locked the door and leaned against it. That was a close call he mused, his mind once again returning to his mother's bed, to her loving embrace, her teasing fingers. He knew it wasn't safe to stay in the house, afraid of what he might do if he remained. He touched the car keys in his pocket. He'd find Cal at the bar and bend his elbow a few more times. Maybe they could score some babes. He turned toward the living room and quickly departed through the front door. * * * Rob rolled away from the brightness of the window, pulling the pillow over his head which didn't seem to help much. He had a splitting headache! He stumbled home after two in the morning feeling no pain. Obviously the pain was waiting for morning to make its appearance. His mouth tasted like he'd been munching on used cotton balls. With a groan he pushed the pillow away and began the tortuous effort of rolling out of bed. He needed a glass of water real bad! Glancing over at the clock on his desk he saw it was just past ten o'clock. His father would have left already, which was a relief. But then he remembered what had transpired last night in his parents' bedroom, quickly reminding himself he was alone with his mother again. Of course, she'd been pretty high herself and if he was luckly she might not remember their brief, but passionate encounter. He went straight into the shower, lifting his face to the sharp flow of water and opening his mouth. Two quick gulps and he was sated, at least for the moment. The hot water invigorated him and he slowly returned to a semblance of normality. But as he lathered himself, fingers moving over his genitals, his mind instantly returned to his mother's bed, to her fingers lovingly caressing his erect manhood through his jeans. His cock lifted from his loins, fingers moving slowly up and down the thick organ. He'd been too tired to beat off last night and was still caught in the rapture of those forbidden caresses. A rap on the door broke his reverie. "Yeah, what is it?" The door opened a crack and he turned away. It could only be his mother and he had no desire to resume their game playing, at least not when his head still felt like a broken watermellon. "You want some breakfast?" "Yeah, great." He peered over his shoulder to find his mother leaning past the door and gazing at him through the mist filling the small room. Her hair was pulled back, makeup freshly applied. She looked beautiful. Oh, shit! Something told him it was all for him. Their eyes met before she stepped back, closing the door behind her. He decided to forego beating off for the moment. Her breasts brushed against his shoulders as she leaned over to place the plate of scrambled eggs before him. Rob's heart was pounding in his chest like a sledgehammer and his manhood was once again pulsing within his jeans. His mother had been standing at the counter when he arrived barefoot in the kitchen, her back to him. She was wearing short shorts that showed off the tight, round curves of her sexy bottom. Her waist was bare, telling him she'd knotted the gingham blouse she wore between her breasts. It was an outfit that always stirred his juices, exactly as they were moving that very moment. He slipped onto a chair, hiding his growing arousal from view beneath the table. When she turned he saw he'd been right. The blouse was unbuttoned, held in place only by the knot nestled between the voluptuous form of those gorgeous breasts he'd been mesmerized by the evening before. He knew the seduction was continuing! They made small talk as he ate but there was little doubt her every move was calculated to give him a tantalizing view of what she had to offer her only son. She leaned over to pick up his plate, elbows pressing her breasts together to create a deep cleavage only a blind man would fail to appreciate. "So what've you got planned for the rest of the day." She rose slowly before retreating from the table. She paused in the middle of the room, turning slightly to peer back at him, a pose that allowed him to appreciate both her perfect bottom and remarkably lush breasts. He felt his face flush and for a moment couldn't speak. "Cat got your tongue, sweetie?" She placed the dish in the sink before turning to face him. Her hands slid along the edge of the counter as she leaned back, her breasts lifting as her shoulders straightened. Her hips were cocked in the sexiest pose imaginable. Rob lifted his eyes from her sumptuous curves to meet his mother's gaze as he blurted out the words. "Nothing special." A sultry smile crossed her glistening lips. He'd never seen a more desirable woman, not even in the pages of Penthouse magazine. "My son is definitely lacking in imagination." Her hands moved along the counter, fingers turning as they reached her torso. He sat, eyes wide as the long, red tipped fingers began working on the knot between his mother's breasts. After a brief struggle the cloth slid free and her hands slowly moved apart, pulling the fabric panels open. The inside curve of both breasts came into view, then the roundness of the full globes and finally the dark circles centered with erect nipples. Rob groaned, a sound just loud enough to reach his mother's ears. She smiled again, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Somehow, this woman who until yesterday had been content to be nothing more than a caring mother, was now hell bent on seducing her only son. Rob was stunned! Could it be as simple as his kindness the night before, complicated by his shocking arousal in the arms of this woman. Surely, she'd felt his excitement, had even touched it before the rude interruption. Nothing made any sense, yet there was no way he could deny the presence of his half-naked mother posing before him. "Getting any ideas?" Her fingers once again slid along the counter's edge, only this time his mother's blouse was open down its length and as she leaned back her naked breasts were clearly on display for him and him alone. He half expected to cream on the spot, his cock was so hard! "Yeah, but I don't know if this is very smart." He forced his eyes to abandon the heavy orbs. When he met his mother's gaze she pushed herself away from the counter and began moving toward him, her heavy breasts shifting with each step. Her hips rolled from side to side in the most seductive manner. "You mean if I reached under the table right now, I wouldn't find that nice, hard cock I felt last night?" His breathing was beginning to come in short gasps. He suddenly found himself wishing he had beaten off in the shower. At least then he wouldn't be so at the mercy of his sexual urges. He wanted more than anything to take up his mother's offer, to indulge himself with this woman's incredible body. She pulled out the chair next to his and eased onto the vinyl cover. Leaning closer she slid her arm beneath the table. Fingers reached his thigh, quickly sliding over the top and along the inside as they reached higher. A smile crossed her lips as the fingertips made contact with his erection and then slid around to grasp the throbbing shaft. "My baby's happy to see his mama." She stroked him through the denim, leaning closer as she did so. Her bare breasts came to rest on the table top, firm round globes seemingly offered for his pleasure. Mommie Dearest "Now don't you think we should find someplace more comfortable?" Her fingers released his manhood and she leaned back. Her eyes were heavy with excitement and he could tell she was interested in more than a little flirtation. He stared openly at her exposed breasts, then met her gaze again. Without further comment she was pushing back her chair and standing. She reached down and took his hand before turning. He struggled to his feet and stumbled after her, eyes caressing her round bottom as her hips swung liquidly from side to side. He wasn't surprised when she led him back to her bedroom where this shocking dance had begun the night before. * * * Rob stood awkwardly in the middle of the dimly lit room , his eyes fixed on his mother's fingers undoing the front of his jeans. Her long lashes fluttered as she examined her handiwork. He couldn't miss her tongue slipping between her pouting lips to moisten them in anticipation of what lay ahead. His cock throbbed as his mind spun back to images in Penthouse magazine, the images that drove his mastubating hand night after night. That beautiful looking woman Leslie taking Thomas cock into her mouth. He knew instinctively that his mother was preparing to do the same thing to him. He sighed when her fingers eased into the front of his shorts, the tips touching his most tender flesh. She lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, a smile lifting her glistening lips. "Now we'll have some fun." Her tongue darted out again as her eyes once again focused on her fingers which at that moment were pulling his manhood free. His cock was like a steel bar he was so hard! He watched in disbelief as his mother's soft lips splayed across the bulging crown, followed instantly by her wet tongue slithering beneath the thick shaft. He groaned, the sensations so much more wonderful than anything he'd ever experienced before! He'd had girls beat him off during heated moments of passion in the back seat of his mother's car, but never this. His mother's mouth lowered as his cock slid along the extended tongue and past spreading lips. He could see her bare breasts below his thrusting cock, an image that only drove his excitement to a higher pitch. She was sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the crown as she made love to his youthful organ. Then her head tilted back, lips parting as she slowly withdrew. He followed the movement with wide eyes, his saliva smeared cock coming into view until the crown rested on her lower lips. "Mmm, this is good!" Her tongue fluttered beneath his cock, stimulating sensitive nerves at the bottom of the crown. Then she sucked him into her mouth again, pressing his cock against the back of her throat. For a moment he thought he'd come, but she released the sucking pressure and withdrew again. When she allowed his cock to slide past her lips he felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. Then she was struggling to her feet, instantly stepping close to him, her fingers pressing his cock down between her warm thighs. Firm breasts crushed against his chest as she drew him into her embrace. He peered down, hesitating for a moment when his mother lifted her face to meet his gaze. Her hair was disheveled, cheeks flushed, her lips bruised and wet from that forbidden act. She was so gorgeous, so desirable! And she was waiting for her eighteen year old son to kiss her on the mouth. His heart beat like a sledge hammer in his chest, a rhythmn echoed by the throbbing of his cock wedged at that moment against his mother's genitals. His mind went suddenly blank and he lowered his mouth until their lips were hungrily caressing one another. * * * Rob lay on the top of the bed, his throbbing cock rising from his flat belly as he watched his mother finish disrobing. She'd turned to one side as she slid the tight shorts over her bottom, giving him an enticing view of the tight, round cheeks he'd been admiring in the kitchen. As she bent over to remove the shorts he was given an unhindered view of mother's pussy squeezed between her well tanned thighs. He knew he was about to indulge himself in a way he'd only dreamed of before. Kissing his mother, feeling her tongue sliding into his mouth had somehow demolished whatever inhibitions remained for the young man. And she'd promised him when the kiss broke, as she gently pushed him back against the bed, that she was going to give him the ride of his life. He believed her completely! He followed his mother's every move as she slid onto the bed, crawling toward him over the rumpled bedspread, heavy breasts suspended beneath her chest. She rose to her knees, slinging a leg over his thighs, carefully positioning herself directly above his rigid cock. Their eyes met and held one another for a moment, intense heat enveloping them both. It would only be a moment now, before all Rob's fantasies were realized. He dropped his gaze when he felt fingers grip his organ. The thick cock was framed between his mother's slender thighs, the bulging crown just touching the soft curls covering her genitals. Then she was flexing her knees, body moving lower. He could see the movement, but all of his awareness was now riveted to the sensations at the tip of his cock. Soft, moist pussy lips were parting to take him in. It felt like a silken glove taking hold, drawing him into softness and heat. There was no resistance as the crown disappeared. Rob was so excited he thought he'd cum on the spot, but his mother seemed to sense his excitement and stopped her movements. Their eyes met again and held one another. He could see his mother was on fire, as ready for this moment as he was! "God I want you!" As the words exploded from her mouth, his mother suddenly hurled her naked body down against him, driving his cock to the bottom of her pussy. Her hips were driving forward and back as she leaned down, finally collapsing against his chest. Her lips found Rob's at the precise moment his cock erupted. He was groaning into her mouth, lost in the sensations of his cock surging, wave following wave of the most excruciating release. A moment later his mother's orgasm arrived, accompanied by a shriek that reverberated through the room. Frantic movements had stopped and his mother lay quietly on his spent body. Both lovers were still gasping for air. Rob slid his hands around his mother's waist, reaching up to embrace her. He would probably never understand how this miraculous thing could have happened, yet somehow he knew it wasn't the end of this forbidden journey. It was only the beginning!