“Here they are now you can get dressed.” My mom said with a slight smile and in an almost teasing voice.
Was she purposely teasing me? My own mother? While she has flirted in the past, it was very harmless. Now in my current state of arousal I found the teasing to be quite…. dangerous.
I thanked her and stood up and quickly dressed. I left my shirt untucked and the top few buttons opened. I felt a bit more comfortable and back to normal with my mother now. Still her scent overwhelmed me and my attraction to her was very unlike a normal son.
“You’re bleeding!” Mom said.
She ran to the kitchen and wet some paper towels. She hurried back and applied the towels to my lower lip. She held them there. I waited for her to pull away but she didn’t. I felt uncomfortable with her so near. Her scent. Her femininity, her sexy body was driving me wild with lust!
Mom made some lunch. She made french toast with syrup and a ham & cheese salad to go along as a finisher.
“Sorry to make such a weird meal, but I am famished and I skipped breakfast this morning. Need something filling in my tummy!” She said rubbing her stomach, moaning and giggling.
I gulped. My mind thought up other things to feel her stomach with. I mentally beat myself up. How can I think such thoughts about my innocent, beautiful mother? I was lower then Marissa! I kept telling myself. Still the forbidden thoughts overwhelmed me.
“So, Mom. Why are you home so early? Did you come home for lunch break, because if you did I think you are late for getting back.” I said awkwardly trying to break the weird feeling since we woke up in each other’s arms almost like lovers.
“No, baby. The power went out at work and we couldn’t get anything else done so they sent us all home early.” She said and drank down her glass of lemonade.
My eyes focused on the smoothness of her throat. Her silky skin. The shine of her work earrings that were fashionable, but not meant to be as sexy as I was seeing them. My erection returned with a vengeance.
The phone rang but neither of us bothered to answer it. The answering machine picked up on the 4th ring. I steeled myself for who I was expecting it to be.
“Hi, Mike. It’s Marissa. I’m so sorry. Baby, please come home and we can work things out. I never meant for this to happen. Tony, he seduced me. We’ve been having an affair for three months, but I always felt guilty. I never wanted it to happen in the first place. I don’t want to get a divorce. It will never happen again! I promise you. I love you! With all my heart….. please call. Love you.[Pause] Bye. [Pause then dial tone].” Marissa said.
When Marissa said “I don’t want to get a divorce” Mom stood up and hurried to the phone.
“I’ll finally tell that bitch what I always thought of her!” Mom said angrily.
“Mom! No!” I shouted.
Mom didn’t reach the phone in time thankfully. I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day. I realized my put her hand on the button to hang up and was dialing. I quickly stood up and ran behind her and grabbed the phone from her and hung it up. I was standing behind her. Our bodies touched. Her ass was pressed against my front as I leaned over her and held the phone down to ensure she wouldn’t try that again. I noticed some loose strands hung from the bun of her neck. The only thing that I could do to make sure she wouldn’t try it again was reach up and pull the pins holding her bun in place.
“What the!? Mom shouted.
She was a perfectionist and hated having something loose and wild. I noticed too late that her long hair flowed freely and did nothing to quell my unwanted desires for her. She shook her head as she did when I was a kid and laughed. I laughed along with her.
“Mom, what did you mean by telling Marissa what you always thought of her? I thought you liked her, didn’t you? I asked seriously when the laughter died down.
“Tolerated is more like it. She was always bitchy to me when we were alone. I could tell she didn’t like me. She put an act on when you were around. I think she was always jealous of how close we are. I didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but I was always afraid she would try to get you out of my life. I could tell she always hated me.” Mom said.
I was shocked by this revelation, Maybe I didn’t know Marissa at all. I thought I knew her, until all this happened.
“Mom. She could never take me away from you.” I said.
“Oh sweetie!” She said and hugged me. She kissed my cheeks over and over again,
As usual she went overboard and kept it up until I felt an overwhelming desire to push her to the floor and fuck her till we both died of lack of oxygen. To break her hold on me I let my hands creep up her side and tickle her. She tried resisting my hands, but started to burst out in laughter and begged me to stop. I did so and Mom struggled to get her breath back. She unbuttoned her top three buttons, not making matters any easier for yours truly.
I gasped but turned away before she could hear it. I downed my second lemonade in about as many seconds. Mom walked away and sat on the couch in the front living room. I followed and sat next to her, We sighed at the same time then laughed. Mom kicked her heels off and brought her legs up. She propped them in my lap. Right on my erection. I mentally willed my erect back until it hopefully felt like my normal size.
“Baby, would you give my legs a massage? I missed your massages since you moved out. Now that you’re here I can be spoiled again!” She flaunted.
“Sure, mom.” I responded and took her feet in my hands.
I rubbed her feet and she moaned. She threw back her head and moaned and tossed and turned,
‘God, I missed that so much! You were always so good to me, baby!” Mom said.
“Thanks, Mom. You were always good to me too,” I said sheepishly.
While I was rubbing her one foot the other seemed to caress my cock through my work pants. She seemed to not notice or was very good at not letting on. She continued moaning as I worked on her feet and then up her legs. I stopped after what seemed a long amount of time, too long to be massaging your own mother.
“Aw, no more?” She said pouty like a spoiled brat.
I threw a couch pillow at her and she ducked out of the way and laughed,
“Anyway, I should be getting the special treatment here, missy!” I kidded.
Mom stopped laughing.
“You’re right you should. Take off your shirt and lay on your front. Let mommy give you one of her special massages.” She said.
I stared at her speechless, but knew better then to argue. I took off my shirt and lay face first into the pillow on the couch. I turned my head to the side. Mom pulled up her skirt some so she could straddle my back. One of the sexiest sights I ever behold at that moment. I turned my head back and rested. Mom began working her hands on my back. They felt good and soft. I moaned and shut my eyes as the pleasure took over my body.
Mom seemed to really get into the massage as she leaned forward. I could feel her breasts press against my back. Even though I knew her breasts were held in by her blouse and bra I still moaned at the thought and feel of them.
I could even feel her hips as she moved up from my lower back. She seemed to be sitting on my butt, which was erotic in a weird way. Too bad I wasn’t sitting on her butt I thought to myself. She worked my shoulders and leaned in.
“How does that feel my big boy? You’re the man of the family now, you know. I have to take care of my special man!” She whispered in my ear.
I almost came in my boxers right then. As her massage loosened me up and relaxed me I could feel myself drifting off to sleep with a beautiful woman I called my mom sitting on my back giving me more pleasure then I had in a long time.