As I was beginning to warm up I looked into my mother’s eyes. I felt lost within the world that her eyes hid. Memories of her flooded through me. Just then, the garage door started opening. I was surprised to hear this. I looked at the time : 12:20 PM. Was it my mom? Sisters? She couldn’t be living with a man could she? I shrugged to myself. She was young, healthy and more then attractive. Why not? However, as much as I wished her happiness I hoped beyond hope it was not a man. I don’t know if I was ready to face it. Part of me had a jealousy only a son could feel when his mother becomes widowed and is free to move on.
I heard the car door shut and the garage door begin to close as the back door opened.
“Mike! What are you doing here?” My mom asked in surprise.
She was happy to see me but obviously worried something bad happened. I sat on the couch and looked down. It was too soon. I was at a loss for words.
“Mike, baby? What’s wrong?” She asked even more worried.
I shook my head and tears began to flow.
“Is it Marissa? Is she OK?” Mom asked.
“She…..”I couldn’t continue.
“She, what? She’s not hurt is she?” Mom asked frantically.
“No. Mom.” I said not sure where to go next.
“What is it, honey?” Mom said as she kneeled down.
I looked at her. Even in her work clothes she was breathtaking. Her long hair had been slicked back and put in a bun. Strands hung loose in the front. She had a business jacket on. I could barely see her white blouse. Her skirt was black to match her jacket. She wore dark pantyhose. I noticed the view was a little better with her kneeled down in front of me. I could see a hint of her black panties under her skirt. She was very feminine. Very sexy. I gulped noticeably. She didn’t seem to notice. She took my head in her hands.
“What happened? Tell me baby!” She said anxiously.
I realized she must have thought something happened to Marissa. That she might have been physically hurt of dead. I had to ease her fears.
“No, Mom. Marissa is fine. More then fine.” I said.
“Then what is it? Is it Carmen or Nadine?” She asked worried.
“No, Mom they are OK as far as I know. It’s kind of hard to tell you.” I said not sure where to go from there.
“Honey, take a deep breath. Calm down. Maybe I should take my own advice.” She chuckled.
I laughed along with her.
“Um. In a way it does involve Marissa. I got that big promotion I was telling you about the other day.” I said
Mom sat up and hugged me warmly. She didn’t seem to notice that I was sitting on the couch with barely anything on. I felt a stirring inside my boxers, but tried to make the feeling go away.
“Congratulations baby!” She said excited at the news.
“Yeah thanks.” I said half-warmly.
“Anyway, I went and bought Marissa a dozen roses, you know how she likes roses. I thought I would come home early and surprise her. She’s been sick lately. Well I got to our room and I found her……” I felt more tears come to my face and couldn’t continue.
“Oh my God is she dead?” Mom asked anxiously.
“No, I told you Mom she is OK. I found her fucking Tony.” I finally said.
“Oh lord! Oh baby! I’m so sorry!” Mom said as she leaned forward and hugged me tight.
I cried. Part of my tears were for the loss of my father. Tears pent up and locked away from trying to live up to my father’s wishes. Part of my tears were for my mother. She sacrificed so much for me and my sisters. She tried to be a super mom and very much succeeded in doing so. Part of the tears were for the loss of my marriage. I truly did love Marissa, but I could not continue being married to someone who cheated on me. I felt my heart break. As always my mother held me and consoled me. She brushed my hair back and held my head to her chest. She rocked me just like she did when I was a child and had trouble returning to sleep.
I got lost in her arms. My eyes closed. I drifted off to sleep. I felt the sensation of laying down. Arms comforting me. My mother’s soothing words. Her kisses on my forehead and cheek. My arms wrapped around her and held her tightly, just as she held me. We lay like that for a long while.
I awoke. I saw my sleeping mother in my arms. I felt an irresistible urge to kiss her. As I leaned in I lost my nerve at the last moment and kissed her cheek.
“Thank you, honey.” She mumbled in her sleep.
We were embraced like lovers. I didn’t want the feeling to end. Then I felt the familiar stirrings in my crotch. Oh, no!.
Thankfully the sound of the dryer finishing it’s dry cycle woke Mom up. She sat up and straightened her skirt out which had ridden up considerably. I felt a momentary loss of the sight of her black panties. I felt an urge I had not felt since my teenage years. An urge most sons feel for their mother at one time or another. A forbidden urge to be nestled between her legs. To make love to her and hear her scream out your name. To burst inside of her and feel her with your taboo seed.
I sat up as well and used all my willpower to think of nuns to try to make my cock shrivel back to normal size. We both seemed awkward at the moment. Mom sat down next to me for awhile not saying anything. Her hand was on my stomach just inches above my cock. She slowly pulled it away, almost regretfully or was I imagining it?
“I’ll get your clothes, dear.” My mom said and stood up and walked, slowly and sexily, toward the laundry room.
I admired her body. Her clothes. Her sexiness. Oh my God, this was my mother I was thinking about! My erection twitched. I slapped it hard and as noiselessly as possibly. Unable to get the stunning vision of my sexy mother out of my head. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. The pain made me stop having the forbidden thoughts for the moment and I felt a trickle of blood come off my lower lip. My erection thankfully died down as my mom returned with my clothes in hand.