9 comments/ 56885 views/ 22 favorites Mother's Solace Ch. 02 By: MrFluffyCat I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. Turning it off, the thoughts of what transpired last night flooded through my head. I headed to the bathroom like usually, and got ready for school. Walking into the Kitchen; I saw mom in her work attire. She was sitting at the table drinking coffee, while reading the daily newspaper. "Hi, Mom." I said greeting her as I walked to the counter to pour myself a cup of my own, after making my cup I sat across from her. "Hi, Honey" she replied in a slightly fatigued voice. Looking at her I noticed she cut her hair. It was no longer curly, and she had straightened it out, her hair only reached down to her jawline. It definitely brought out her face, and the soft blush on her cheeks. Although to be perfectly honest, I still preferred her long curly hair. Noticing my gaze, she looked up at me. "I'd appreciate if you didn't star at me like that," she said flatly. "Sorry, it's just that you rarely ever cut your hair short like that. It's different, anyways are you alright? You sound tired." "To be truthful, I am a bit tired and as for your first statement; I felt it was time for a change," she looked at me with a depressed smile. "Well it looks good. I feel it really brings out the blush on your cheeks." Mom didn't reply to my compliment, she simply kept reading the newspaper. Normally mom would find something interesting in the paper and talk to me about it. She was acting really distant, and callous. Mom was never unapproachable like this before. Even when she got mad at me, we could talk. But at the moment it felt like she was trying to close herself off. Not knowing how to ease my way into what happened last night I decided to just bring it up. "I'm sorry if I did anything to offend or hurt you last night, Mom. I don't want what happened last night, to have a negative impact on our relationship. I was thinking, maybe we could talk later about what happened yesterday." Mom looked at me solemnly. Sighing, she put the newspaper down. "Locke, I'm going to stay out a little late after work tonight. Me and a couple of friends are going to hang out at the bar." She took a brief pause before continuing. "So you don't have to wait up for me." "I assume only for drinks?" "It's none of your business what were hanging out for," she snapped. "Mom, listen, please don't do this I begged. We need to talk about what happened. Don't try to run away" I pleaded. "Don't treat me like a stranger." The room fell silent again. She stared at me, with what I could assume was frustration, and resentment. I never felt so broken before; it's as if she didn't trust me anymore. After taking a deep breath, mom looked at me sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of snapped at you like that. This isn't your fault," she said meekly. I was hurt, she was avoiding me, and any attempts to find out how she felt, would just cause her to pull further away. "This is what you're gonna do, huh?" I said holding back my tears. She didn't reply, she just gazed at the floor. The pint up sadness I was holding in started to turn into frustration, and anger. "You know, Mom, I just wanted to help comfort you. I never planned for it to turn out like this. If only I hadn't been born, you would of been a lot happier, right? I mean I am the reason why Dad's dead. I can only imagine the pain that you go through when you see me everyday. Despite that you were always loving, so caring, so.. beautiful. That night when I overheard you talking with Grandma. I made a promise to myself to try and do whatever I could to help relieve your stress. I became more independent and responsible, so you didn't have to worry as much about me anymore, not to mention I wanted to help you financially," I took a deep breath then continued. "Yesterday was probably the most happiest day of my life. I mean putting that reunion back together for my birthday was amazing, and that night when you kissed me - that really meant a lot to me. You don't realize how much you mean to me." Mom looked me in the eyes for the first time this morning. Her body was trembling as if trying to hold her emotions inside. "I-Is that how you really feel, Locke?" "I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world, Mom." "I'm so sorry," she said shaking her head from side to side. "But I can't allow myself to reciprocate your feelings." I sighed running my fingers through my hair. Gazing at the clock I noticed it was almost time to leave. "I have to go, do what you want." As I turned around and left the table I heard faint sobs as mom began crying. The trip to school was horrible. I was already mentally exhausted from this morning, and I didn't exactly sleep well yesterday either. I couldn't help but dread on what had happened this morning. *** At noon, I headed outside to eat lunch on campus. Along the way I met my friends Ed and Rick. Ed is 5'8, he has blonde hair, and green eyes, he isn't toned as he doesn't work out often. He's your typical egotistical, asshole that chases after any "cute" girl, in a skirt or pair of jeans. He also a self-proclaimed "Chick Magnet", even though he does all the chasing. Despite his shortcoming, he's a nice guy who always has your back, he helps out in the few things he can actually do correctly, and has a tendency to be honest. And then there's Rick, who's 5'9, he's pretty much Prince Charming. His jet black hair, along with his icy blue eyes gives him a calm, cool demeanor. His smooth voice along with his dashing personality easily attracts the girls. He's very likable, and open minded; the only bad thing is that he's sort of a 'Middle Man' "Yo, what's up dick wad. Sorry we couldn't make it to your birthday. Here I got ya something," he said smirking as he threw me a pack of condoms. "Not like your really gonna be using them though, huh?!" he joked. Sighing, I threw them back at him. "Aww, come on, Ed, do you have to be a dick all the time" Rick said with disapproval. "You look down buddy, what wrong?" "Let's just find somewhere to sit first. It's a long story." We sat on a bench outside on campus. Rick and Ed grabbed sandwiches from their book bags, and began eating, I didn't buy any lunch as I really didn't have much of an appetite. "What, you didn't bring anything to eat?" asked Rick. "Nope, I'm not really hungry." "Sooooo, are you gonna act like a pussy the whole lunch break, or are you gonna tell us what's ramming you up your ass?" Ed said. "No pressure, Locke. But it's good to talk about things with friends, ya know?" Rick agreed. "I guess, fine I'll tell you guys. So there's this girl." "Holy shit, my man is finally scoring with a chick?!" Ed interrupted. "Dude what does she look like, does she go to this school, is she into gang bangs?!" "Ignore him," Rick said "Anyways, what happened looks like it didn't go to well." I had to be very cautious with the amount of details I gave them. Ed wasn't too good at connecting the dots; but Rick was always quite perceptive. "Her name is Claire, no, she doesn't go to school she's a administrative secretary. Honestly, she the light of my life, everything from her dark auburn hair to her sparkling blue eyes; not to mention her soft creamy white feet. She's been there for me a lot. She's helped me through some problems that I've had in the past." "Sounds like a special girl," Rick added. I nodded, "Yeah, yeah she is. But we aren't going out, we're just friends." "Woah woah woah, what?! No, Locke, you don't befriend chicks bro! You just slam and scram, come on, I told you this before. There's no need for the extra emotional baggage!" Ed said trying to scold me. "See Ed, this is why you don't get anyone but bimbos and whores. Come on man I know Cindy broke your heart, but you need to get over her it's been three years dude. Open yourself up to connect with a person, if you don't you'll just end up sad and lonely in the end man." Rick chided. "Don't give me that philosophical bull shit, Cunt Muncher. She was a tramp; nothing but a whore." Ed retorted, taking a huge bite of his sandwich. "Um, yeah maybe we can talk more about this later." I said "Oh no, sorry man, continue please." Rick urged. "Well, you see I kinda of told her how I felt about her, and she told me she couldn't return my feelings. I just wanted to comfort her. I thought I could keep my feelings for her locked away, but I guess in the end I screwed up. "Sh-She.." I was starting to get emotional, covering my face with my hands I continued. "She implied that she's gonna fuck some random guy, at some bar tonight." Rick and Ed didn't try to console me as I sobbed. Eventually I calmed down. "Sorry Guys that was pretty pathetic, I know." "No, it's not; nothing hurts more then getting your heart broken," Rick said. "We're gonna get you laid. Let's go out tonight and party," Ed declared. "Normally I would disagree with Ed. But that doesn't sound like a half-bad idea actually," said Rick nodding his head in approval. "Listen, Locke, you should consider what Ed's saying. I know you aren't too big on dating in general. But you might just find a girl that just as compatible for you as Claire was." I didn't want to even entertain the thought of falling for someone other than mom, but I wasn't up for being harassed by Ed, so I agreed. "Fine, but not today. I'm just not up to it. Maybe this weekend?" "We'll be holding you to it, Pussy-willow," Ed said pointing his finger at me. "Yeah, we'll have lots of fun. Keep us posted on what happens with Claire though, alright?" Rick added I simply nodded. The rest of the break went okay. I was able to take my mind off mom, hearing about Ed's ridiculous sexual escapades. My mood had drastically improved after lunch, making the rest of the school day tolerable. The fellas convinced me to go with them to a gaming arcade after school. I agreed, since it wasn't like there was any reason to really rush home anyways. *** When I got home, I saw mom sitting on the couch in the living room. She was wearing a seductive red and black nightie, that had frills on the ends. Noticing my presence she smiled, before running up to me, pressing her lips against mine. She leaned on me, pushing me up against the wall, as she wrapped her arms around my hips. It was evident she had been drinking; her breath smelled of alcohol, and her lips tasted of margarita. Her lips were so silk smooth. I timidly kissed back before regaining my sense. Gently pushing her away I questioned her. "Wh-what are you doing here?" "I couldn't do it," She laughed "I've been thinking about what you said all day, honey. I tried so hard", she giggled. After composing her self she continued. "I actually met this guy at the bar, he was kind and sincere. One thing led to another and I ended up at his place. We ended up necking, but I just kept thinking of you. Sooo, I bailed. Honestly it was pretty funny, he was soooo horny, you wouldn't believe it. He begged me to at least jerk him off. Buttt noppee I told him that I couldn't, because I was thinking of someone else." Mom grabbed one of my hands and pressed it against her chest; she wasn't wearing a bra, her heartbeat was quick, along with the fact that her breathing was a bit heavier than normal. "Soooo, I thought about what a total, and complete bitch I was this morning. Ignoring you, and hardly considering your feelings. I thought to myself what would be the best way to apologize to my dashing, handsome son~ After drinking a bit the answer became clear as day. I would fuck him." mom said putting emphasis on the word "Fuck". "I mean that is what all guys want, right?" she asked winking seductively. I was appalled, mom was past just "drunk"; she was fucking hammered. Pulling my hand away I tried to rationalize with her. "Mom, I can't do this, it's not right. Not whi-" cutting me off she brought her lips to mine again, her tongue darting into my mouth. Her tongue trailing from the side of my cheek to the roof of my mouth. After inspecting the inside of my oral cavity, she began sucking on my tongue. She moved her hand down to my pants tracing the length of my dick up and down through my jeans with her fingertips. My cock started to harden, the stimulation was amazing, my sanity was starting to fade. She removed her lips and tongue from mine, leaving a glistening stream of saliva that fell down her chin. My breathing was labored as well now. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. "Oh my. You've grown quite a bit haven't you?" she cooed, giving me a seductive smile. Mom pressed her palm against the head of my throbbing hard cock. " It must hurt being concealed in these tight jeans. Let Mommy fix that." The stimulation stopped as she began unzipping my jeans. Using this last opportunity to stop myself from giving in to my primal urges, I grabbed her wrists. "We're not doing this." She looked at me; the melancholy apparent in her eyes. "Lockey.." she said meekly. I couldn't stand to see her like that. I let go of her wrists. Mom had never looked more depressed, at least not since dad first died. "I was wrong honey. I'm so sorry; I never meant to hurt you. It's lonely, you know? The truth is I've wanted you for a while now." She guided my index finger to her erect nipple. Do you feel that, Locke. I'm horny for you she whispered with a slur. " Tears were streaming down her face as she confide in me. Pulling my hand away I said, "Mom, this isn't right. You're obviously past drunk." "You, love me though right?" "Of course I do Mom." "And you find me attractive, right?" "More than anyone else... But you're drunk if we do this I want our first time to be special. Besides, I highly doubt you'll remember too much tonight." I said chuckling a little. "I guess your right.." she said pouting. "Awww, you're so cute. I said kissing her forehead." The sexual tension in the air faded away, I was filled with relief as my mind started functioning as a human being again. Although I was still hard as a rock; I no longer had the urge to jump her bones. Although she probably still had the urge to jump mine. "Don't call me cute. I was trying to be all sexyyy-likeee, and seduce yew," she sighed. "I wanted coitus..." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. I had never heard the word coitus used in context like that before. "D-Did you really just say coitus, Mom?!!" "It's not funny," she whined. "I can't believe yew, rejecting a sexually frustrated drunk woman. You're a jeerkk, you know thatt." she slurred poking my chest. "Well, sorry I don't wanna take advantage of my insatiable, drunk, Mother. Let's go, Mom." She gave me a look of confusion before I lifted her into my arms. "I can get to bed on my ownnn, thank you very much." she said. "Uhh, I'd rather be safe then sorry, Ma." "You know, I'm not wearing any panties." she cooed, as I carried her up the steps. "What happened to getting to bed on your own? Besides, you killed any carnal urges I had when you said coitus." "You're unbelievable..." she huffed After putting mom to bed I sat on the couch in the living room to see what she had been watching. On the screen was a title of a porn flick called "Busty MILFs and Young Studs." Shaking my head I turned the TV off, before heading to bed. *** I got up early that morning. After recalling, what happened last night; I came to the conclusion that looking after mom was the most reasonable course of action. I decided to call in, taking the day off from work. After a quick shower I went into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. It's amazing how good food tastes when your starving. Finishing up my plate, I fixed a plate for mom and went to her room. *Knock Knock* I received no response so I cautiously opened the door. She was still sleeping, silently I walked over and placed the plate of ham, with scrambled eggs and toast on her table. Mom apparently must of subconsciously sensed my presence, as she slowly sat up from bed. It looked like she had a rough sleep, her hair in disarray. "Locke, what time is it?" she mumbled rubbing the sleep from her eyes." "It's 7:30. How are you feeling?" Running her fingers through her hair, Mom, tried straightening it out. "Besides the headache, humiliated, disappointed, lost, flabbergasted, and like less of a mother. "You, remember what happened last night?" "Bits and pieces," she replied. I had clearly underestimated her; the hangover didn't seem that bad. Mom must of had a higher tolerance than I initially gave her credit for. I wanted to ask her for details regarding how much she remembered, but decided against it. "Well, I made you breakfast. I stated coyly. "Thanks sweetie," she smiled. "You're not going to work today?" "I assumed you were going to have a major hangover; so I was just going to help look after you, and clean up the house a bit." There was obvious tension in the air. We were both in a rather awkward position; I didn't want to bring up what happened yesterday in fear that she might become distant again. A repetition of yesterdays events was the last thing I'd want to happen. "Well, I'll be downstairs if you need anything."I said heading towards the door. "Locke." "What is it?" "You know I love you, right?" "Yeah, I love you too, Mom" "I know it's selfish, but just give me a little time." "Of course." *** After finishing up the chores, I decided what better way to distract my wandering mind than to go on Facebook. Sadly that was ruined. Logging on, I saw that Rick was online. Having nothing else better to do I started a chat. Locke: Hey, don't you have class today? Rick: Oh, what's up Locke? I do but I don't feel like going. Lol Locke: I see, and nothing much. Rick: Anything new happen with Claire? Locke: Yeah, we ended up talking that night. She couldn't go through with it. :) Rick: That's great news, buddy! It at least let's you know she cares about your feelings. Locke: Yeah it does, but it's a bit awkward between us. I'm not really sure where we stand anymore. Rick: You gotta be more optimistic. Come on she didn't sleep with a random dude, so she's obviously considering taking it to the next level with you. :D Locke: Yeah, last night she sure was ready to take it to the next level. >_> Rick: Wait, what?! Locke: It's nothing, I'd rather not get into it. *** Once me and Rick finished talking I went and sat on the couch. "Might as well watch TV," I muttered to myself. Suddenly I heard footsteps descending the stairs. "Locke, we need to talk." Mom was wearing a one piece white dress, that reached to her knees. "Alright," I said raising up off the couch. "Would you rather talk in the dining room or my bedroom? "Dining room, I guess?" My best assumption as to why she didn't want to talk in the living room, was because of last night. "Alright, come honey." I followed her me and Mom sat at the table. Mom took a deep breath before talking. "First and foremost; I want to apologize for yesterday. The way I treated you was completely unacceptable. I was behaving like a coward, trying to avoid, and push you away like that." Mom reached across the table and grabbed my hand." What you said resonated with me on so many levels, for a multitude of different reasons. It let me know; just how much you cherish me, and also allowed me to see how badly I ended up hurting you. What you heard that night when I was talking to Grandma," she sighed before continuing. "It was another one of my childish excuses to run away. I was frustrated, I couldn't find anyone to build a relationship with. No, I think subconsciously; I didn't want to because I had you. It's true I missed your, Father, and even to this day I still do. But I blamed his death on you as an excuse to run away from how I truly feel about you." Mother's Solace Ch. 03 I sat on the couch watching TV, the thoughts of what happened earlier boggling my mind. I had just made love to my beautiful mother; never in my wildest imaginations would that have ever come true. Earlier after our intimate encounter we had discussed, what we should do if it turned out she became pregnant. She didn't think it was wise to keep the baby, but wanted my consent for her to have an abortion, if that was the case. We ended up getting into an argument. I couldn't agree with her doing something like that. I know about the repercussions of having a inbred child, there's a number of things that could go wrong, genetic deficiencies, weaker immunity, etc. I was being selfish, of course there was also a chance that she wasn't even pregnant, but I had never expected her to suggest something like that. TV wasn't helping to take my mind off anything. Shutting it off, I decided to head to bed. Later that night mom knocked on the door, coming in she sat at the foot of my bed. "Locke, why are you sleeping in here?" She asked in a meek voice. "It doesn't really matter, does it?" I asked trying to sound as harsh as possible. I soon ended up regretting my choice of words. "We don't even know if I'm pregnant or not; yet you're acting like a complete asshole!" She yelled getting off the bed. "Wait, Mom." "Wait, nothing. Do you think it was easy to suggest that we should kill it? Because it wasn't! God, Locke, I'm starting to wish I never slept with you in the first place. I should have just fucked that guy from the other night." That stabbed at my heart, how could she say something so cruel? "What so he could've knocked you up instead?!" I screamed back in a fit of fury. It was dark so I couldn't see her face but she must of been stunned by what I said. "H..How.. could you?" She cried out, leaving the room. I quickly chased after her, calling her name but she just entered her room, shutting the door in my face. "Mom, I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean that." She didn't reply, but I could hear her faint sobs behind the door. "Listen, I know I was acting like a brat, please forgive me. We've already gone through enough emotional turmoil." I stood there a few minutes just listening to sound of her weeping through the door. The more I listened, the more I felt like shit. Eventually she opened the door, her cheeks wet, and eyes red. I kissed her lips passionately, before pulling her head into my chest. "I'm sorry Mom, I was wrong please forgive me." She wrapped her arms around my back, holding me tight. "You really hurt me you know," she sniffled. "I know, I'll do anything I can to make it up to you." "Really, anything?" "Anything." "Then I want you to start calling me by my name." "Huh?" I was baffled, is that all she really wanted? "I mean we made love earlier, and I'm possibly pregnant so shouldn't you start treating me like your lover?" She asked searching my face for an answer. It wasn't really a problem, but I did find it slightly awkward. I mean, she had brought me up calling her "Mom", or "Mommy". So this would be an adjustment. "If that's what you want, Claire," I said, sorta awkwardly. Mom smiled in response, kissing me on my cheek. "It's late, we should get some sleep," she suggested. I agreed taking my hand, she led me to bed. Mom went and grabbed another pillow from her closet for me. After we got under the covers, she snuggle close against me. I wrapped my arm around her in response. "It's kind of weird, sleeping in Dad's spot," I blurted out. There was a moment of silence. "It's an adjustment, but I'm sure he'd want both of us to find happiness," Mom replied with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Anyway, is there anything special you want to do tomorrow?" She asked. "I mean it is the weekend so I thought we could go out." I have to admit, I became pretty excited. It would be my first date after all, and I'd be going out with mom. Maybe we'd go to the park, catch a movie, then have a romantic dinner. I was about to happily reply, when I remembered that I had promised the guys I would hang out with them. "Damn it,"I cursed myself. I would have just canceled but this wasn't the first time they invited me, only for me to decline. It wouldn't be right, after all they did help cheer me up. I also didn't want to hurt mom's feelings, though. "My college buddies, sorta invited me to hang out with them tomorrow." "Oh, I see... that's great honey," she replied, doing her best to sound happy for me. I somehow got a wild idea to ask if she wanted to come. I mean if we were really going to be lovers, she'd have to meet them sooner or later. "W-Why don't you come with me?" She looked at me in disbelief. "That's alright, I am sure they'd think it was lame of you to bring your own mother to hang out." "They won't know, and you look really nice for your age so I'm sure they'll think you're my girlfriend." I didn't plan on letting her know that I discussed a few things about us with Rick and Ed. "I'd really rather not, I mean I need to adjust a bit first, you know? We haven't even gone out on a date yet." "It's not really that different, we're just more intimate now, didn't you have feelings for me before this?" "Yes, but it's not the same, we're going to actually be a couple now, not mother and son." "I understand, then we can go out Sunday. How about that?" Mom kissed my cheek, "I'd like that." *** The next morning; I awoke to a soft sensual touch on my groin. "Huh?" "Shush, I'm going to take care of this for you. A familiar voice called out." Mom buried my face in her cleavage, working her soft hands into my pajamas, grabbing my raging hard-on. Mom slowly began rubbing her hand up and down my morning-wood. "You're so big for me, aren't you lover? Look, I can't even fit my hand around your big cock." I didn't plan on looking at anything, I was in heaven, my head nestled between her lovely tits. Not only that but hearing her talk dirty like this caused another pint of blood to rush to my cock. Mom gasped in shock,"You're getting even bigger, does talking dirty turn you on that much?" All I could do was give out a muffled pitiful moan in response. Pulling her hand away, she used her foot to push my pajamas down, setting my bulging erection free. Suddenly, cupping my chin, mom lifted my face to hers. We passionately french-kissed, seeking each others fluids. As our lips parted, I began to get up. "Mom, I want you no-" She interrupted putting a finger to my lip. "It's Claire now, lover, and I told you I was going to take care of you so lay back down and enjoy," she commanded. I plopped my head on the pillow. "Good boy," she said kissing my cheek, then my neck, "Kids who listen get rewarded for good behavior," she winked. Mom slowly began moving herself down to my cock, grabbing it, she looked at it in amazement, her hot breath on my member. "Wow your dick is so big, even more than yesterday. Locke, do you enjoy being ordered around?" she questioned, with a evil seductive smile. "Y-Yes, Moth- I mean Claire." "Tell me honey, what do you want your lover to do?" Mom was torturing me her explicit naughty talk, along with her hot breath hitting my cock with every word that came out her mouth was driving me crazy. "I want you to suck my cock." "Hmm, what was that?" she asked again rubbing my cock over her soft heated cheeks. "Suck me off, please!" I cried out. "Hmm, I don't know, not after how you acted yesterday afternoon." She kissed the head of my cock, and poked the hole with her tongue, before she began rubbing my prick over her beautiful heated face again. This vindictive minx, she was still mad about yesterday. I couldn't help but find myself wondering if all women held grudges like this. Mom began kissing up and down the shaft of my cock, furthering my frustration. "Suck my fucking cock!" I yelled in anger. A minute of silence, (maybe several) passed by, the shock of what I had just said was apparent on both of our faces. "M-Mom.. I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it, I-I just..." In the flash of an instant mom took my cock into her hot slippery mouth. Locking eyes with me, she began bobbing her head up and down on my cock. "Ahhh" I moaned. She licked my hole, then under the head, before she began working my frenulum, as she sucked with amazing enthusiasm. Her ecstasy-filled moans sent shivers down my spine, the electric like stimulation was astounding. Twisting her hand around the base of my prick she jerked me, never losing eye contact. I had no comparison, as I have never gotten a blowjob before, but she was fucking amazing. I highly doubt any of the younger girls could of sucked with such passion, and intimacy. Perspiration started to form on her forehead, as she sucked the head of my cock. Her beautiful smooth lips, wrapped around my member, those amazing sea blue eyes, her sensual beautiful well-filled lips, no one could compare to my goddess. "Mmmm, ummmpph," she moaned around me. I quickly felt myself building up to a climax. "Mom, I'm going to cum," I warned her. She responded by sucking and jerking me even harder into her vacuum-like mouth. "Ugghhhh" My body convulsed and spasmed, as the first shot of my milk sprayed the inside of her mouth. "Mmmph," mom moaned as the first load hit the back of her throat. Then the second, followed quickly by the third. Swallowing some, she lifted her face off my cock, opening her mouth. My seed coated her tongue white, my cream dripping down the inside of her cheeks, then she consumed the rest. "Mmmmm, that was really tasty, Locke," Mom purred, pulling her lower lip with her index finger before laying in my arms. "W-where..did y-you learn to do th-that..?" I questioned, catching my breath. "Well, your father also liked me sucking him off, after he died I occasionally engaged in foreplay on the nights when I went out with the girls. You're not mad... are you?" she asked in a worried voice. "No, not really, I'm actually surprised you never ended up having sex all those years to be honest." "Well, I had offers and a lot of guys actually begged, but I could never go through with it. I mean, the mutual release was nice, but I don't really believe in giving myself to anyone I'm not in love with. At the time I felt like I would be cheating on your father if I had went any further. Once I noticed myself falling for you I completely stopped any sexual interaction. It's nice to see, that I still got it," she winked. I kissed her, diving my tongue into her mouth. The salty-tangy residue of my cum still lingered, but it didn't matter. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't jealous that some guys got to have foreplay with you." Her expression changed into one of regret. "But I understand, you had needs, and getting yourself off can't compare to the touch of someone else." "I'm sorry," she whispered kissing my lips again. "Don't be, I'm just being a jealous brat," I smiled at her. "Well, you're my jealous brat now," she stated, pulling me into her. "And your mine, all mine, Claire." I hadn't gotten my chance to get revenge for her teasing, earlier! I rolled her over, and pinned her arms down. A sinister smile spread across my face. "L-Locke what are you doing?" she questioned, nervousness apparent in her voice. "Oh, I just plan on getting payback for that torturous, teasing my woman made me endure." I told her, kissing her neck. "No mister, it's rather late into the afternoon don't you plan on going out with your friends tonight?" she asked. Shit, she was right I had promised I'd go out with them today, fuck! "I guess you get away this time," I sighed, letting go of her I rolled back to my side. "I mean you could reschedule. You don't know how hot sucking, and swallowing your cum made me" she cooed, drawing circles into my chest. My cock sprang, at the thought of her words. A whole afternoon, making love to mom, not having to worry about anything, just pure ecstasy. It was really tempting. "What happened to my lovable innocent mother, who was always trying to get me to go out and interact with friends?!" "She turned into your hormonal, sex-crazed lover, who wants nothing more then to keep you all to herself." Mom smiled . "As tempting as a whole day to fuck you sounds, I must decline. I kinda owe them, and it wouldn't be right if I didn't hang out with them once in a while. You should really consider coming Claire." She shook her head, "Sorry sweetie, I want us to go on our first date alone. The idea of meeting your friends, and you calling me your girlfriend is a bit to much to handle, at the moment. I'd like to see how we appear through strangers eyes first, you know?" "Yeah, I guess.." I pouted. "Don't worry, one day soon," she assured me. "What are you gonna do here alone, then?" "I guess I'll invite the girls over and chat a bit." I became curious. I wonder what older women chatted about, hell just what girls in general chatted about. I know they gossip and spread rumors around, but the conversations gotta be interesting. I hadn't gotten to talk to mom's friends before. "Hey, what do you chat about with them?" "Shopping, politics, work, among other things," "I love how you told me all the boring stuff, but fail to mention the interesting." I told her, bemused. "Well, excuse me I don't feel comfortable talking about sex and fetishes around my son." "I thought I was your lover," I teased "You know what I mean boy." she riposted "I'm really interested in meeting your friends now." "Well sorry, that's not going to happen right now. Honestly, I'd prefer if it didn't at all." I started to wonder why she was so against me meeting her friends. "Listen, Locke, umm the girls are very.... ummm attractive, flirty and sexual. With a handsome man like you, they'd try to eat you up, and I don't want to take the risk of having them seduce you," she told me flatly. "I highly doubt, they're more attractive than you, oh-mother-of-mine." "I don't compare myself to them, but to be honest, out of the three of us, I'm the least to get asked out." "That's hard to believe, even if they were, do you really believe they could seduce me when I have the most prettiest woman, that loves me?" "To be honest, yep. I'm pretty sure you couldn't keep it in your pants for two minutes if any one of them came on to you strong enough." I was hurt, even offended, that she thought I would roll over at the sight of a pretty woman that flirted with me. "If you really don't trust me, I won't push it." "Locke, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just..." she paused, contemplating how to finish her sentence. I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips. "Listen, Claire, I'm not that much of a horn-dog that I can't keep it in my pants. You're honestly the only one for me. I promised that I would try my best not to hurt you, me meeting your friends obviously makes you nervous so I won't push it. You mean more than life it's self, my beautiful sweet lover." "That's not fair when you put it like that, Locke." "I'm just telling you my honest feelings is all." Sighing, she said, "Fine, I'll let you meet them sometime next weekend." "You really don't have to.." "No, I will, I'm being selfish is all. You're bound to have attractive women flirt with you, might as well see how you handle yourself around my friends." "Ok, don't worry Mom. The only time you have to worry about me sleeping with another woman is if she's your clone." She giggled in response to my joke. *** We showered together helping clean each other up, then cuddled under the warm water for a few minutes, afterwards she went and called her friends planning for them to come over, and I got dressed. I hit Rick up on Facebook asking where he would pick me up. We decided he'd pick me up from a local pizzeria, about five blocks away from my house. Leaving the house, I pecked Mom on the lips. I waited at the shop for around ten minutes, the thought that mom might be pregnant appeared in my mind again. Eventually Rick and Ed arrived. "Yo, what's up, finally decided to grow some balls and live the bachelor's life?" Ed asked. "Hey, Locke good for you to hang out with us for a change." Rick said. "Yeah, hey guys." I said getting in the backseat. "You didn't tell Ed?" "No, I did he still thinks you shouldn't tie yourself down." "That's right, you gotta live a little. There's nothing wrong with casual sex. I know you think she's 'The One', and all but it's good to have options." Ed added "No, thanks I'd rather put my all into this relationship." I told him "What, put your all into a chick that hasn't even let you bang her yet?" "It's not always about sex, Ed," Rick said as he drove. I was starting to get in the habit of blurting out information regarding my mom around these two. "For your informat-" I stopped myself before continuing. Ed looked back at me in disbelief. "Oh shit, you actually got some?!" he asked ecstatically. "Congratulations man," Rick said slightly shocked Ugh, this was so embarrassing, being congratulated for having sex. Not one of things I ever imagined being told I did a good job for. "Yeah.. thanks I guess? I was actually going to spend the day with her, but..." "Wait wait wait, let me get this straight, you gave up on a chance for pussy to hang out with us, and you don't plan on screwing any of the chicks at this party?!" Ed asked, giving me one of those strange looks as if I was homosexual. "Don't look at me like that, it's just I rarely hang out with you guys, and I didn't want to say no after you guys helped me out." "You should have invited her, would've been nice to meet the gal that stole my bro's heart," Rick said. "I did invite her, but she's nervous, she said she wanted us to go out together alone first, before meeting my friends. I also have a feeling she's worried people will look at her a little strange, since she's a little bit older than the 20-year-olds." Rick's eyes widened, as Ed's jaw dropped in unison. "Wh-what?" I asked nervously... "You lost it to a fucking MILF?" Ed asked in a low voice, I'm not sure I ever heard him use. "I'm not sure, I'd be comfortable with using such a derogatory term such as 'MILF', bu-" "Dude, you said she was hot, and she's older you lost it to a MILF," Ed interrupted still in a low voice. I had a feeling Ed was about to blow up, he always had a thing for MILFs, which I didn't remember at the time. "You fucking lucky son of a bitch! MILFS will do anything, they aren't hung up on fucking stupid insecurities, that these little whores are; they know what they want and work it well! Not only that they aim to please! Dude you gotta show me a picture, and please ask her if she has any other MILF-friends that are interested in a boy-toy. I'm begging you man!" Ed, continued rambling on about the eroticism of MILFs. I told him I'd see what I could do, but he stuck on the topic. Me and Rick ended up laughing him off most of the drive. *** The party was at friend of Ed's place. He lived in East Hampton, and had a huge house. It was pretty impressive, it had two living rooms, one for gaming, and the other room for socializing. The backyard had a 20' x 40' pool, about 7 feet deep, most of the people were either in the pool or the main living room, so me and the guys decided to hit the gaming lounge. We grabbed some drinks, and played some CoD. I managed to get a 20 kill streak on Ed, him not even scoring a single kill. "Man, fuck this game, you fucking no-life gaming, MILF Fucker," he cursed. "It's not my fault, you just run out into the open like a dumb ass, and don't actually aim before firing." I retorted. Mother's Solace Ch. 04 She awoke from her sleep gazing at the profile of her lover. His face slightly chiseled like his father's, yet also slightly round like hers. His hair was dark blonde, likely due to the combination of John's blonde hair, and her dark auburn. His blue-green eyes held a serene calming aura, they were soft, yet firm and full of conviction. Claire loved his body he wasn't bulky or really toned, but he was fit enough despite not working out, it must have been the power of youth. "He's so handsome." She thought to herself. After just sitting there looking at her son's features, she decided to get out of bed. Locke had always been a deep sleeper and after yesterday night, she had no doubt in her mind that he would be in a deeper state of unconsciousness than ever before. Slowly she grabbed his arm, and lifted it off her waist. Getting out of bed she leaned over and kissed Locke on his forehead. 'Oh, how I love this boy.' She thought to herself. He saved her, saved her from a path that would've surely destroyed her at the end. He comforted her when she had no one else to rely on, they were best friends, but of course there were still boundaries being mother and son, but it hadn't mattered much they were seldom crossed. Locke gave her a greater happiness than she could've ever hoped for. Claire couldn't help but think she was selfish. She had done everything she could for the boy, yet somewhere down the line she went from loving him, to being in love with him. Not only that, she couldn't help but feel that she was the cause of his lack of social interaction, he still went out with his friends sometimes, but it hadn't been as often as most teenagers growing up would. He had given up so much for her, all because she ended up blaming him for her incompetence and the feelings she felt for him. Claire might've been in her 40s, but she was still in her teen years in terms of emotional attachment and romantic love. She had never meant to kiss him that night on his birthday, an impulsive reaction? Maybe. She also didn't mean to push him away the way she did the next day. She was scared, so scared that he'd think something was wrong with her. That's why she decided to avoid the subject. She was so happy, yet so afraid when he confessed his love for her that morning. How could she be okay with it? These feelings were incestuous, not deemed proper or acceptable by society. Her feelings had gotten the better of her. She braced herself to engage in a one night stand. She had to if she loved her son, if she wanted him to have a proper future she'd do it. It might've caused a strain on their relationship, he might've ended up hating her but it would of been for the best. Yet she failed, she couldn't do it, even if it benefited him in the long run. No, she decided to get drunk and mope instead. Then later she threw herself at him without thinking of the ramifications of her actions. No, being drunk wasn't an excuse, not at all. That morning while getting over her hangout, she gave in to her feelings, she didn't care anymore, that's what she told herself. She wanted Locke desperately, and if he wanted her too, she'd gladly give herself to him. Claire shunned her maternal motherly instincts, she didn't care if having sex with her son was taboo. After all no one would find out, all they had to do was keep it a secret. That was another foolish mistake of hers. The love-making was intense, she never expected him to be so big, and he was such a passionate lover putting Claire before him, making sure she was comfortable even when having sex. She could tell just how much she meant to him. They had lost themselves in the throe of passion, the result ending in a possible pregnancy. Claire didn't want to hurt him, but she had to discuss her feelings, and tell him what she felt they should do if she was pregnant. Locke didn't take kindly to her suggestion of taking the morning after pill and the alternative of actually having an abortion if that didn't work; he knew she was right, but it was a difficult situation and Locke was angry, she left him alone hoping that he'd calm down. She was being unfair to him after all, she wanted him as a lover, yet didn't consider that he might want a wife and to have kids one day. After they made up she promised herself she wouldn't hurt him anymore, if she was pregnant she wouldn't have the baby, but she'd try to do everything else that she could to make him happy. She decided to suggest that they go out together, at the very least they could spend time together outside the house. It had been a while since they last went out together. When he told her he was hanging out with his friends she was a bit hurt, but when he asked her if she would come along, her brain stopped functioning for a second. He couldn't of possibly asked that, she was after all his mother and she certainly didn't feel she looked young enough. Claire was relieved when he didn't push it, until she accidentally piqued his interest about her friends. She loved Melany and Denise, but they were a threat. After all Melany was the kind of woman that could get married men who would never consider infidelity thinking twice. Denise didn't go after married men, but still once she found out Locke was single, she'd try to be all over him given the opportunity. Locke ended up convincing Claire to let him meet them, next weekend or so that was the plan. When he arrived home early from the party Claire was in panic. She wasn't emotionally ready for this. She already was slightly depressed and upset, talking with the girls had given her second thoughts about her relationship with Locke, they were from two different generations. Even if you took away the fact that it was incestuous, age difference was still a factor, and what would she do if Locke fell in love with someone else? Her maternal instincts were clashing with her love for him. All she could do was try to bury her nervousness, and disdain for the situation. He had ended up handling himself fairly well in front of her friends. Claire was honestly impressed, of course Locke had ended up looking a bit at the women, they were attractive, but for the most part he was more interested in getting to know more about them, and what they did. So here she was, staring down watching her lover sleep. After a few minutes she went to take go take a shower. Claire grabbed her robe and undergarments before heading to the bathroom. Taking the robe off she looked at herself in the mirror. "Am I really attractive?" She asked herself. Claire's features still looked young. She was truly lucky that the pregnancy hadn't done a number on her, her hips were a little wider, but in turn her breasts had grown a little bit. She had smooth silk-like skin, no crows-feet had become apparent yet. Sure her eyes slightly crinkled when she laughed or smiled wide, but that didn't really count. Surprisingly, she had no worry lines, despite some of the stressful times she's gone through. She ran her hands through her short dark hair. She thought back to when Locke had complimented her on it. Claire wondered if he had preferred her long curly hair instead, but then again he had said the short hair brought out her face more. It was definitely easier to maintain it shorter, but if Locke liked it longer who was she to complain? During her shower, she decided to cast all doubts to the side. Claire made a promise to herself, a promise that she would never push Locke away ever again, and that she'd be by his side as long as she possibly could. Sooner or later Locke would meet a girl that made him feel special, who truly loved him as much as she did, and would be able to be all the things that his mother couldn't. It hurt her just thinking about it, but it was something that would happen. Claire would end up being alone again, but she'd would be fine with it if Locke would be happy. She'd do her best to support him as much as possible. "No more getting jealous. If he meets a girl that he takes interest in I won't hold him back," she told herself, as she rinsed the suds from her hair. As she got out the shower, she dried herself off then grabbed her hair dryer from the covert. "I'll live in the now," she said plugging it in and turning it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, she began drying her hair. She would clean up the house, a bit then prepare for her date. *** I felt a soft warm sensation on my lip, opening my eyes I gazed up at my beautiful lover, her sky blue eyes staring down at me. "Time to wake up sleepy head." "You're sure up early." "It's already eight thirty, that's not exactly early." "I'm sorta surprised you didn't sleep in a bit, ya know, after last night and all. I know you sure wore me out, if you keep that up I might become impotent," I joked. She laughed,"You say that, but your penis doesn't seem to agree with you much," she pointed at my hard-on. "That's not my fault, I'm not used to being woken up like this." "Whatever, get up and go take a shower now. You smell like sex," she said wrinkling her nose. "Would you care to join me?" Claire rolled her eyes, "I've already taken a shower, besides last time we almost ended up doing it again." "What's wrong with getting dirty and clean?" "Oh my god, my poor sweet boy has become a sexual perverted beast," she teased. "Oh really, I think that was you yesterday. It's funny how you can act all sweet and innocent now when yesterday you woke me up and gave me a blowjob, lets not forget about your porn-star dialogue." Mom's cheeks started turning red. "Oh hush, boy, you enjoyed it." "Only because it was you my dear." I said pulling her in and kissing her neck." "More like because you have a mommy fetish." "I do not," I denied. "Oh, please don't think I haven't seen the link to that video a while back. What was it called again?" she smirked. Oh crap, I knew exactly what she was talking about, around a year ago my friend sent me a link to some MILF porn, saying it was 'the craziest MILF experience' on the web. I must have forgot to erase the history. "My friend gave me that link." I told her lamely, even though it was the truth. Claire rolled her eyes in disbelief, "Yeah, okay just go take a shower now." Alright, I said getting up and handing towards the door feeling defeated, I suddenly remember something! I didn't wanna pull this but she forced my hand. "What about you though?" I said stopping at the door and looking back at her. "What about me?" She asked quizzically "Oh, if memory serves me well I recall that about two nights ago a nice film was on the screen in the living room." The color drained from Claire's face. "I...I was drunk...and besides it was on the recommendations.. I.. wasn't searching for it or anything." "Yeah, okay whatever you say cougar." The next thing I knew a pillow hit me in the face. *** After taking my shower and getting ready, mom called me into the room. "Locke, come here for a second." "Yeah, what is it?" I said entering. Claire was standing there in a black brassiere and panties. The sun shining down from the curtains illuminated her dark auburn hair, and her eyes twinkled. I stood in amazement looking at her, she was looking sexier every day. Her soft creamy shoulders, her beautiful slender legs, the way her bra held her breasts. I couldn't help but think I was a lucky motherfucker, no pun intended. Luckily she didn't notice my perverted gaze or maybe she just decided to ignore it. "I need help picking out what to wear. I've decided between two outfits. Hold on a second." She said, briskly walking over to her wardrobe and opening it. She began looking through the clothing, there were quite a few outfits that she had that I've never seen her wear. And for a second I swore I saw a latex bdsm suit. "Uh, Claire.. is that.. a.. bon.." "Oh that, Melany got it for me yesterday. I sorta ended up having a little too much to drink, and ended up telling the girls that my new boyfriend was...well,.. kinda passive in bed.." she said blushing as she continued looking through the clothing. "Geez, if you're gonna tell them all that why not just let them know you're fucking your son." I joked "Mmm, maybe I should, at least that would keep Melany's paws off you.. at least I'd hope. Ahh, here they are," she said, pulling two outfits from the closet. "So either this one" She held up the left one in front of her first. It was a mini length strapback, that showed a great amount of skin from the shoulders down to just above the small of the back. It didn't look exactly appropriate for a casual date, It was one of those 'I know you want some of this' kind of dresses, probably something that Melany picked out. It would definitely get the guy's looking, and I'd prefer if she didn't wear anything revealing, at least not in front of other men. "Or this one." she put the first one down and brought the second in front of her. It was a sleeveless blue jean denim dress, that reached down to her knees. It had a brown belt to adjust the way it fit for whoever was wearing it. The color was a darker blue, but it went along well with her eyes. And it wouldn't have perverts oogling her, it clearly was the best choice! "I think the second one is good, it looks more date appropriate and it looks like it will go well with your body type." "Alright, this one it is then. I'm actually rather happy you picked this one, I tried both of them on but couldn't choose. The first one is a bit promiscuous, I only picked it because Melany insisted, I thought you'd want me looking sexy." "You're always sexy, love." Claire blushed and gave me a cute smile, "Thanks, okay now I need to get dressed, out." "What... I can't watch you put it on?!" "No you pervert, a girl likes her privacy when getting dressed, thank you very much." "Fine........" *** "Okay, twenty minutes, that's fine." Claire hanged up the phone. "Hey, Claire where are we going anyways?" "Out for breakfast then to the mall, after that I'm not sure. It's hard to really plan things to do on short notice." "It's fine I just want to spend time with you. Come here, " I gestured patting my leg. She looked at me confused for a second, before she caught on. "O..oh, I'd... rather not.. that's embarrassing," she said blushing. How could she be embarrassed by sitting on my lap, she was never shy about cuddling before, besides this kinda contradicted how she was acting last night. "Please, I wanna hold you.." I pleaded. She sighed, blushing she walked over and sat on my leg. She was tense and was looking at floor like she always did when she was nervous. "Relax, what's wrong?" I said pulling her towards me. "N..Nothing, It's just a bit... weird is all.." "I don't understand, how could this embarrass you but not all the other stuff you did yesterday. You straddled me, talked dirty, begged me to..." "I get it!" she snapped. "In my defense I was a bit tipsy yesterday night.." "That doesn't explain that morning." "Well, I did tell you I would take care of you.. and besides it's not like I wasn't feeling .. you know...." "So basically I'm dealing with a naughty talking lover in bed, and a shy reserved woman out, also lets not forget the condescending mother that pops every once in a while." "I wouldn't exactly say that accurate, but you aren't incorrect, I guess..wait I'm not condescending I have never displayed superiority over you without reason." Claire said giving me a glare. "It was a joke Mom." "Well quite frankly, I didn't find it in the least bit funny." She said, squirming a bit. "You know it really does feel nice to hold you, Claire." Mom began to relax hearing my words, she became less tense, and leaned against my chest. "You're a trip you know that." "Sorry, I'll try to be more son-like if you want." We sat in silence, I leaned my cheek on her, and basked in the scent of her perfume. She began to speak up after a few minutes of coddling. "You know it's kind of strange, it seems just like yesterday when I would be holding you like this. "Funny how things change, huh?" "Yep," was her reply. *** We ended up going to Fluffy's Cafe for breakfast, its a nice cafe/bakery in Manhattan, they have amazing sweets, the name of the store certainly matches the quality of the pancakes, the way it melts in your mouth is sublime. This was my first time actually going here, mom would often bring me muffins or treats from here when she got back from work when I was younger. Claire seemed to be a bit fidgety. I was fairly nervous myself for some strange reason. I guess the tension of going out on an actual date was a bigger deal than I originally thought, although I think most of her anxiety is due to her wondering how we appear to other people. We ordered some food, and sat awkwardly in silence until the food arrived. "I know you're nervous, but let's try having a good time Claire." "I-I know that it's just.. I can't explain it.." It's obvious she was really tense and I didn't really know what to say. I wanted to get to know mom on a more intimate level, there was always that barrier between mother and son, so to speak. I couldn't exactly talk to her about certain things without it becoming awkward. I had questions I always wanted to ask her but, I never got the chance to ask, or I just simply hadn't thought about it at the time. She always told me I could talk to her about anything, but I held back. "Why don't we play a game while we wait?" I asked. "Hmm, a game?" She raised her brow suspiciously. "Yep, it's an old game, but it beats sitting here in silence saying nothing, doesn't it?" "Well.. as long as its nothing crazy, I suppose I wouldn't mind." "Don't worry, its not something that can get ridiculously like Truth or Dare. We're just going to play 21 Questions. But here's the catch, we'll be asking the questions as a couple, so no motherly answers, and the questions are going to be things we wouldn't usually ask each other." She brought her finger to her lip in thought, "I guess.." Mom mumbled, taking her finger away from her lips. "Only on one condition." "And what might that be?" I asked quizzically "If either of us want, we can request a change of three questions. ." "Fair enough. Why don't you ask something first?" "Alright, Who was your first kiss?" Wow, that sure escalated quickly. I wasn't expecting her to ask something so personally right off the bat. I was reluctant to answer, but how would that make me look when I was the one who suggested we play in the first place. "Julie Vilella." "Oh, that girl who came over a few times with your other friends?" "Yeah, it turns out she had a crush on me since freshman year.. you aren't... expecting me to get into the specifics are you?" "I'll reciprocate as much information as you do Locke, so it's up to you. If you're gonna be vague don't expect any more of me," she said with a smirk on her face. I sighed, "Fine, you win, she ended up confessing that she liked me around junior year, It was around the time I started to take more responsibilities upon myself." Claire gazed at me empathetically. "Around the time you heard me-" "Its not your fault, Claire, don't blame yourself besides I wanted to help you," I said, cutting her off. "But still, if I hadn't said that.. you could have.." "It wouldn't have worked, she ended up moving to California around four months later. Her dad had gotten an offer for a business promotion." "I..I see..." she said, looking out the window solemnly. She was still battling doubts and the guilt that she felt, I could see it in her eyes. I got up from my side of the table and placed myself next to her. She turned and looked at me slightly bewildered. I lifted her chin, and kissed her. I think she lost herself in the moment, she began kissing back for a split-second, but then pushed me off.