I was fourteen years old the day my father walked in the front door of our home, sat my mother down at the dining table and announced that he was leaving her. My mother was a proud, confident woman, but hearing that her husband was leaving her immediately led to questions and accusations and eventually one hell of a shouting match as he almost happily admitted to his long-term infidelity.
My respect for the man plummeted after I walked into the dining room, unaware of the conversation as I'd been rather distracted in my bedroom with homework and then gaming, normally until Mum would lightly tap on my door when dinner was ready. Aware of the time and it was later than usual, I walked out to see my mother at the table, head in her hands and obviously upset, while I heard my father in the bedroom.
"Mum?" I asked softly. Seeing her lift her head and gaze at me, eyes wet with tears, I was immediately at her side to cuddle her as I felt her shake in my arms, "What's wrong, Mum?"
She didn't sob as I knew she was doing her best to rein in her emotions. "Ask your father," she finally replied, "Let him tell you what he just told me."
Leaning back, her green eyes were still wet behind the thin frames as she'd worn glasses nearly her entire life. Clearing some of her black hair away from her face made her smile. I'd always thought my mother was a beautiful woman. Her lower lip started to tremble as I left a kiss on her cheek. I'd never been embarrassed by showing my mother any sort of affection. I always hugged her before either of us left in the morning and always hugged her when she knocked on my door, ensuring I opened it up and I was greeted by a smile and then a hug that we both cherished.
Walking towards my parents' bedroom, it was a sanctuary I rarely entered. I never entered without knocking or asking permission as much as they returned that level of respect regarding my bedroom. Noticing my father had a suitcase on the bed and was busy packing, I cleared my throat as he came to a stop.
"Ah, Mark... Yes... Well..."
"What's going on, Dad?" I asked.
He cleared his throat, looking awkward as I still didn't know what was going on. He finally straightened up. "I guess you're old enough to understand. I'm leaving your mother, Mark. I'm tired of living a lie."
"What sort of lie?" I was fourteen but I wasn't stupid. I knew married people had affairs all the time. I also knew men and women lived in the closet. Or maybe he was just tired of being married.
I also knew it was an awkward question, wondering if I'd get a lie or the truth. "I've been intimate with my personal assistant at work for the past five years. I plan on being with her from now on."
"Oh..." My fourteen-year-old mind could comprehend what he'd just told me, but what else could I ask except, "What about Mum? What about me?"
"You're still important to me, Mark. I won't forego my responsibility to my son. I'm still your father and I still love you. As for your mother, she's more than capable of raising you while I'm not here and I will happily leave her this house and contents."
"Where will you go?"
"I already have an apartment sorted out where I will be living from now on."
"Oh... So, um, you had this planned?"
"I've been planning this for a while." He walked over and rested a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry to spring this on you like this, son. What I don't want you to do is blame yourself for this. And your mother isn't to blame either. We haven't been terribly close in a long time, and I've found someone else to love."
I knew bullshit when I heard it, but I wasn't going to get into an argument with him then and there. Nodding my head, I let him continue packing as I returned to the dining room. Mum had been preparing dinner as things were still on the stove. I tried to help her wherever possible when it came to dinner, and I was good when it came to chores. Turning everything back on, Mum lifted herself from her chair, grabbing a couple of tissues. Even at fourteen, I was nearly taller than her, and I knew she needed another hug.
"I love you, Mum," I whispered.
"Thank you, baby. I love you too."
"Dad told me. I kind of hate him right now. It's not right."
"It's not... But he's your father. That's all I'll say for now."
My father didn't reappear until he'd obviously grabbed everything he wanted and taken it out to his car. To my surprise, he placed keys on the table along with a piece of paper.
"We obviously can't divorce for a year from now. Australian laws and all that," he stated, "These are the only keys I have to the property. If you want the locks changed, I'll pay for it."
"Why?" Mum asked, "Why bother?"
"Look, I know what I've done, Madeline. I simply want to make all of this as painless as possible."
"Painless for you... Fuck you, Brian. Fuck you and that slut who works for you."
Dad simply nodded his head. "I deserve that. All I ask is that you allow me to visit Mark from time to time. I won't be forgetting about my son in all this."
Mum met my eyes. I didn't make a single gesture as I was still processing what was going on. "You realise you'll be on the hook for child support until he's eighteen," she finally said.
"Which I'll pay willingly as I'm his father and still want to spend as much time with my son as possible. But given we both earn roughly the same..."
Mum snorted derisively. "Of course, you're worried about that, aren't you? You cheat on me, fuck around for God knows how long, and you're worried about having to pay me a little money, aren't you?"
Dad sighed. "Look, I'm going to go. On this piece of paper are the details of my lawyer. There is also the address of my apartment. Yes, I've been setting this up for some time as I didn't want this dragging out. Fact is we haven't been happy for a long time, Madeline." Mum surprisingly didn't have a retort to that. Maybe she felt the same but stayed married for whatever reason. "Yes, I know I've been cheating, but part of the reason was that I didn't want to break up the family home. Mark is now fourteen years old, and I think can understand that marriages do come to an end."
Mum visibly deflated. "Just go, Brian," she finally muttered, "Just go."
Dad nodded, glancing my way. I glanced at Mum and returned my eyes to his, shaking my head. I couldn't follow him out and leave Mum alone. I think he sensed my thoughts, earning a nod of what I liked to think was respect. What he didn't realise is that I had none for him then and there. He's just torn out his wife's heart, the same heart which loved her son completely, and she already looked a shadow of the vibrant woman I was so used to seeing each and every day.
To my surprise, Mum didn't hit the bottle that night or on subsequent nights. I heard her crying that night in bed, unable to sleep until I knocked on her door, Mum opened her arms as I slid onto the bed, feeling her shake and sob as I tried my best to make her feel better.
"I'll always love you, Mum," I promised.
After that night, Mum threw herself into three things. Her work, her few friends, and raising me. She'd always shown an interest in my life, but as much as she showed interest in me, as soon as she knocked on my door, I'd join her in the living room, asking about her day, almost being her sounding board as she'd slide out of her heels and massage her pretty little feet. Sometimes wearing stockings, sometimes not...
We ate dinner together nearly every night, not missing the fact we usually headed out at least once or twice a week. Mum would dress up occasionally and ask me to wear something nice, and as I turned fifteen and the divorce loomed, I knew Mum had been relying on me for emotional support. Though I had plenty of good friends, they were aware of what was going on and I never liked being far away from her. My friends liked coming to my place, and more than once, Mum thanked me for ensuring the house wasn't too gloomy and quiet all the time.
As for my father, he had bought himself one hell of a nice apartment closer to the city. What I found hilarious is that within three months of moving out, the relationship with his personal assistant had fizzled out. Apparently, she had loved being his piece on the side, receiving all the gifts a mistress does, and all the attention that came with in, but when it came to a permanent relationship, she wasn't interested at all. And from the little I did learn, my father hadn't been clued in at all.
I did visit him every so often as although I hated what he did to my mother, he was still my father and I still loved him. I just found it difficult to truly forgive him. It was around six months after he moved out when I was having dinner at his place one night when I had to ask him a question.
"So what will you do now?"
He chewed on his rather nicely cooked steak as he nodded. "I'm not going back to your mother."
"Dad, she wouldn't take you back anyway."
"Touche," he stated, managing a rueful chuckle, "Mark... I'm serious when I say neither of us was happy for a long time. It's why we never gave you a sibling. Sure, me having an affair wasn't the right way to go about things, I knew it then and know it now. And I guess I've had my comeuppance. So what will happen is that the divorce will go through and I'll meet someone else."
The thing is, I was confident his prediction would come true. My father was still a somewhat handsome man, successful in his professional life, and had a lot to offer a prospective partner. Frankly, the fact his personal assistant hadn't been interested in being with him long term had surprised me though I guess it was self-preservation. Willing to cheat on his wife, would he cheat on her too?
Mum encouraged me to learn how to drive when I turned sixteen and we enjoyed going out together, another reason for our bond to grow even closer. Granted, it wasn't always easy as, being a teenager, I thought I knew everything already, and Mum couldn't help occasionally being frustrated by my sometimes inability not to listen and take instructions.
Working the hours that she did, most of my learning was done on my own at school and through studying though she'd occasionally walk in the front door and into the kitchen to find me at the dining room table, books spread everywhere as I was doing my best to soak everything in. When I was really stuck, I'd poke her brain, to see if she could help me. More often than not, she'd at least guide me in the right direction.
Obtaining my licence just after I turned seventeen led to Mum surprising me with my own car. It was second-hand, but it would be reliable, cheap to run and the only driving I'd really do would be to and from school, and also to and from the part-time job I'd picked up when turning sixteen.
"You're such a responsible young man now," Mum stated over dinner one evening. I felt myself blush as she added, "I love how much you've contributed to the house since your father left."
"Are you interested in dating again now?" I wondered, "I mean, the divorce was a while ago now..."
Mum smiled at me. "No, I'm not interested, Mark. The only man in my life at the moment is my son. Once you're eighteen, I might give it some thought, but to be honest, I don't think I'm missing much anyway. When I want love and affection, I know you're always available for hugs and kisses. I'm glad you're still not embarrassed showing how much you love your mother."
"I made you a promise, Mum."
"I remember, baby," she whispered, "That meant so much to me that night."
During that year, Dad met another woman. He'd had a couple of temporary relationships over the years, but when he met Candice, he seemed to genuinely fall in love with her and it was only a couple of months after they met that I was introduced to her. She was at least ten years younger than my father, and he was over five years older than my mother. I didn't miss the fact she was definitely closer to me in age than either of my parents.
She was absolutely gorgeous and, to my impressionable young mind, far too good for my father. After meeting her a couple of times, Mum couldn't resist asking a few questions. When I described her physically and added that she was a genuinely nice person, Mum couldn't help but grumble.
"I mean, I have a feeling she doesn't know the whole story about the divorce," I suggested, "If she were to learn that Dad was cheating on you for years..."
Mum smirked but shook her head. "No, baby," she finally insisted, "We won't get involved like that."
"Even though she would deserve to know the truth. Considering Dad lied to you for years..."
"You too, baby. He lied to you too. He lied to us. He blew off more than a few things that he should have been at so he could be with his mistress. I know you haven't forgotten nor totally forgiven..."
"Hard to completely trust the man after what he did, but he's my father, and I won't fault him for the fact he's still trying, that he still wants a relationship with me."
"You're our only child and you're his son. In a way, you're his legacy. I know you're going to do good things in your life, and your father will definitely want to crow about that in the future."
"So Candice..."
"If she's as sweet as you say, just be her friend, and maybe even be there for her when your father inevitably breaks her heart too."
By the time I was seventeen, there was no real custody arrangement, agreeing with my father that I'd drive over to see him at least once a week. Candice wasn't living with him that early in the relationship, so it was generally just time for us to catch up. Weekends were not really possible once I started part-time work and I was still playing sports on a Saturday morning.
I turned eighteen during my final year in high school and was the oldest of my small friend group of four of us by at least six months. None of them would be eighteen until after the holiday period and into their first year at university, if they chose to attend. That meant I had no one to really celebrate my eighteenth birthday with.
Except my mother, who insisted that she would treat me to a night out. I guess my hesitation was expected as Mum woke me up early on my birthday with a kiss on the cheek, sitting on the edge of my bed. By this time, I towered over her in a way and my body had slowly developed. Mum fed me well and I kept fit thanks to sport and working manual labour for my part-time job.
"When you finish school on Friday, come home and I'll try and get out of work as early as possible. I've booked reservations at one of our favourite places to eat then I'm taking you to a pub so you can order your first drinks legally then I'm thinking you can take your mother to a club. Would you like that, baby?"
"You're serious? You want to go to a club?"
"I think we'll have a great time together, baby."
I couldn't help smiling as I knew it wasn't the sort of place that she would want to visit usually. Even on the rare nights out she spent with her friends, it was usually at someone's house where they could simply drink wine and gossip. From what I knew, all of her friends were also divorced at least once.
"Okay, Mum. I'd love to go out with you."
That earned one hell of a cuddle. "Thank you, baby. You know how to make your mother a very happy woman."
"Well, if I'm your man, then you're my girl, right?"
She leaned back and dazzled me with a gorgeous smile. "I guess I have been your girl for the past few years. I can't remember being happier."
"Good thing I don't plan on moving out while I'm at university too."
"You don't have to move out even after graduating from there, baby. This is our home." Kissing my cheek, she quickly added, "Now time to get up, showered, dressed and ready for school. And I now have something to look forward to on Friday."
Mum practically floated around the house the next couple of days and nights, humming to herself with a near-constant smile on her face. It was positively infectious as she had long loved snuggling up to me when we watched television together in the evening. Each night ended with a kiss on the cheek and a long cuddle, ensuring that affection never wavered.
My father got a handshake when we met up and parted later. He'd never been the most openly affectionate or emotional of people anyway.
Arriving home from school on Friday afternoon, I laughed to myself as Mum had departed for work after I left and had already organised what I should wear. There was a note for me on top.
I want my date to look as handsome as possible for me tonight.
Love Madeline xxx
Signing her name instead of 'Mum' or 'Mother' was a surprise but hearing that she considered it a date wasn't any real surprise. She hadn't been on one since her husband walked out on her, and I hadn't had any long-term girlfriends throughout high school. Not to say I hadn't dated, but I didn't see the point of being with one girl for most of my time at high school. I didn't buy into high school sweethearts and only being with one person for life. How could you possibly know at sixteen that this was the same person you'd want to be with when you turned forty?
I heard Mum announce her arrival home as I was in the shower. Hearing her knock on the bathroom door, she told me that she'd shower in her ensuite and get ready in her bedroom, meeting me in the living room when she was ready.
After dousing my body in deodorant, I got dressed in the clothes she picked out, including a pair of polished shoes. Mum had bought me a great watch for my birthday, and I also dabbed a little cologne in certain parts. Grabbing my wallet, keys and phone, I waited in the living room for my mother to appear.
She appeared half an hour later and took my breath away in an instant. The red dress was moulded to her womanly curves, her shoulders bare, and her breasts must have been held up by the tightness of her dress or the sort of bra that was also without shoulder straps. The hem of her dress ended just above her knees, left thinking she was wearing thigh-high stockings and the heels helped her height by around three inches as well.
"Holy shit!" I finally exclaimed.
"Language, young man," Mum stated with a chuckle as I met her green eyes. She never took off her glasses except for sleeping and I assumed showering, but her lips were almost the same colour as her cheek, feeling the scent of her perfume and shampoo when she kissed my cheek, "But I'm glad you approve."
"Mum... Jesus... You're gorgeous..."
"Thank you, baby. Had to look hot for my date tonight. How do I look for a woman nearing forty?"
"Mum, every single man wherever we go tonight is going to be jealous because you're on my arm."
She immediately started to blink rapidly, worried that I'd said the wrong thing. Then she moulded her body against mine, feeling her D-cup breasts (I did laundry and was curious about her size) press into me. "I love you so much, baby. Thank you for being with me all the time," she whispered, hearing her breath shudder.
"Thanks for taking me out tonight."
"My pleasure. Now, are you ready to escort your date outside as the taxi should arrive soon? I'm not driving as I want to enjoy a drink or two in the company of my young date for the evening."
The restaurant Mum selected was somewhere we'd only been a couple of times. We both enjoyed a steak with all the trimmings, but it was also the sort of place not exactly designed for families with young children, so the ambience was just perfect for us to enjoy dinner and light conversation without too much noise in the background.
Dinner was fantastic, Mum taking my hand as she led me to a pub a few streets away. I was carded as expected when ordering a glass of wine for her. She wasn't stupid and knew I'd dabbled with alcohol before legally allowed. Didn't like the taste of beer, told by more than one person that it was a taste acquired with age, but I did thoroughly enjoy the taste of apple cider.
As we found a high table with a couple of stools, I couldn't help glancing around. "Mum, I think everyone is looking at you," I whispered.
"Let them look because I'm only here for you, baby," she whispered back.
I couldn't help smiling. "Thanks, Mum."
Enjoying a couple of drinks was a real rite of passage, amazed that I was enjoying it far more in the company of my mother, who provided animated conversation and, being completely honest, was a smoking hot fox in comparison to my three idiot friends. After finishing her third glass of wine, she asked if I was ready for the club.
Even though I was the arm of an obviously older woman, the bouncer still viewed my obviously real driver's licence with what I thought was suspicion before allowing me in. Mum purchased the first drink this time before we left them at the bar as Mum immediately wanted to dance. Now I can admit I had two left feet, but all Mum did once we were on the dancefloor was loop her arms around the back of my neck and press her body against mine.
"Just sway, baby," she whispered, "And move your hands to just above my arse."
"Like that?" I asked, making her immediately smile.
"And if you want to move further down, I won't slap your hand away."
"Now you're being naughty... Or weird..."
"Just want you to have a good night, baby. And as I'm your date for the night, you should at least get a good feel of something. My arse is safe."
"What about the two mounds pressing into my chest?"
That earned a giggle. "I haven't missed you glancing at my cleavage, baby. You think I have nice tits?"
"God yes," I admitted immediately, "Mum, I've always thought you were beautiful, but tonight you're something else entirely."
"Good. I wanted you to have a hot date tonight. I love you so much and wanted it to be special."
Moving my right hand down to cup her arse made her smile. "Well, if you're my date..."
We swayed to a couple of songs before returning to the bar. She sipped at her wine as I sank half the bottle of cider rather quickly as my heart was beating rapidly and I was scared of how aroused I now was. I think she realised immediately, resting a hand on my forearm. "It's okay, baby," she assured me, "Don't worry about it."
"I was hard," I stated softly, "Sorry..."
"Think I'm worried that my handsome date was aroused because he thinks I'm hot?" Placing a hand on my cheek, she made sure I was meeting her eyes. "It's natural, baby. It's okay. Don't think too much about it. Just go with the flow and enjoy yourself. I signed that note as Madeline."
"You're not... Um... I mean, are you suggesting something..."
"Not tonight, baby. Not tonight." Sculling her wine, she moved her hand to mine. "Come on, I want to keep dancing with my handsome date. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday and you're now in the off-season."
She didn't hesitate in moulding her body against me again, her head against my shoulder, as I immediately moved a hand down to her arse. And I just knew she would have felt my almost raging erection pressing into her in return. I'd been aroused from the moment she appeared in the living room. Let's be honest. I knew we were close, but I'd been crushing on my mother hard for a while by now. Maybe she was aware, maybe she wasn't. Maybe this was just one night where we could pretend.
Lifting her head up slightly, I gazed into her green eyes behind the lenses of her glasses, watching her lick her lips before lifting herself up to give me a soft kiss on the lips. It wasn't something we did too often. It was brief but I didn't miss the feelings behind such a simple kiss. Squeezing her arse provoked quite the giggle as I then did the same thing with my other hand.
"You like my arse, baby?" she breathed into my ear.
"I like more than just your arse... Madeline..."
"Naughty, baby... But acceptable while we're on this dancefloor. I'll be 'Mum' again when we get home."
"Maybe we could do this again, Madeline?"
The smile she beamed at me made my heart flutter again. "You mean that, baby? You'd go on another date with me?"
"Absolutely."
She melted into me, hugging me ever so tightly as I moved my hands up to her back, stroking her softly like I always did. "How are you only eighteen? You sometimes have the maturity of someone ten years older. You've been such a support to me, baby. I can't express how much you've meant to me these past four years. It was never fair on you, I know that."
"Don't care, Mum. I've always been here because I love you so much as well."
That made her cry for a few seconds. I felt guilty for making her cry until she lifted her lips to my cheek again. "Thank you, baby. I think we need to go. Madeline wants another glass of wine but should call it a night before either of us gets drunk."
Walking out of the club a little later, she'd organised a taxi to pick us up and drive us home. Paying the driver when arriving, I took her hand and led her inside, Mum asking if I wanted a nightcap. I didn't particularly want another drink, pulling her into me as we swayed around the living room. The only light was provided through the open curtains and faint moonlight. I didn't miss how she was gazing up at me.
"Baby... Would you like to sleep with me tonight?"
"Sleep?"
"Just sleeping, baby. I want to end our date with you in my bed. I want to be held by you tonight. Can you do that for Mum?"
"Mum... I'd love to do that for you."
She kissed me softly on the lips and it lasted a few seconds before she slowly leaned back and caressed my cheek. "Can you handle seeing me nearly naked?"
"I think I'll be just fine, Mum."
Leading me into her bedroom, she turned around and asked me to unzip her. Doing that slowly, the clasp of her bra came into view as I lowered it to where it ended just above her arse. Mum let it slowly fall down her body where the back of her panties and then the tops of her thigh-high stockings came into view. Leaning over to pick up her dress, she draped it over a chair as she turned around to face me. I was achingly hard by now as the colour of her lingerie matched the dress. She was a walking wet dream.
Looping her arms around the back of my neck again, I felt her press her body into mine and I couldn't help the groan as she felt my erection press into her. Leaning up to kiss me softly on the lips, her eyes positively sparkled behind the lenses of her glasses.
Her nimble fingers made short work of my shirt as she helped that off, placing it over the back of the same chair, her fingers then caressing my chest for a few seconds, before they moved down to the belt buckle, then button and zipper of my trousers, kicking off my shoes and socks at the same time. My trousers hit the floor, Mum slowly moving down and I didn't miss her stopping at the rather large bulge in my underwear.
"Is that because of me, baby?" she teased.
"You know it is, Mum."
Sitting on the side of the bed, I kneeled before her as I helped take off her heels, gazing up into her eyes the entire time. Biting her bottom lip, I could see her chest rising and falling, and I had a feeling she was as aroused as I was. Running my fingers up from her foot, up her calves and to her thighs, Mum couldn't stop the moan as I ever so slowly rolled each thigh-high stocking off her legs before I caressed her bare flesh.
"Baby..." she whispered. Leaning up, she leaned forward as we shared a soft kiss.
"Thank you for tonight, Mum," I whispered back.
"You enjoyed your date tonight?"
"I definitely want to do this again."
Getting into bed, Mum spooned back against me, and feeling her press against my erection made me groan lightly again. "Baby... Would you have masturbated tonight if you were in your own bed?"
That made me laugh. "Mum... I would have beat my dick until it was red raw tonight."
Mum chuckled as she snuggled further against me. "And would you have only thought about me?"
"Can I be honest, Mum?"
"I'd like to think you don't lie to me, baby."
"I think about you all the time."
She remained silent before I heard her sniffle. "Thank you, baby," she whispered, "I know I probably shouldn't thank you, being your mother, but I've never been blind to how close we are, and now that you're eighteen..."
"Mum... If I wasn't here, would you be masturbating too?"
"I masturbate every night, baby."
I didn't know what to say until I finally whispered, "That's so hot, Mum."
"I can still feel how hard you are, baby. If I took off my panties and threw them at the wall right now, they'd stick there. The only reason I haven't taken off my bra and panties is that, if I do, I might not be able to control the situation."
"You sleep naked?"
"Of course, baby. I love being naked in bed."
Somehow, we both managed to fall asleep a little later though I woke up the next morning with one of my hands cupping a breast as my hard-on was almost nestling between her legs. What I didn't miss was that Mum's hand rested over my hand cupping her breast and I could feel how hard her nipple was underneath the thin fabric.
"You awake, baby?" she whispered.
"Just woke up. Want me to move my hand?"
"Absolutely not. I shouldn't be enjoying how hard you feel against me, but after what you told me last night..."
We remained snuggled until my stomach grumbled, Mum rolling over to face me. Leaning in to give me a kiss, I moved my hand down to her arse, feeling how soft and smooth her skin was, but the surprise was when she lifted a leg up onto mine and my cock almost brushed against her covered pussy. It was the same kiss as before, something more than just a chaste kiss but not quite the long, passionate kiss I had experienced with one or two girlfriends.
I was left thinking Mum wanted more. I certainly wouldn't complain if the kiss lasted longer and led to something else.
Getting out of bed, I watched as Mum grabbed another bra, turning her back as she took off one bra and slowly slid on the other. I had no problem expressing disappointment at missing the show, Mum glanced back and smiled as she grabbed some underwear, dropped her panties and putting on a clean pair. Picking them up, she smiled at me again.
"They're still so wet, baby," she told me, "And part of me wants to fling them on your face."
"And you know exactly what I'd want to do, Mum."
She looked down at them again. "Mark... Does it scare you? Your feelings?"
"I'm trying to sound confident, but I'm fucking terrified at the same time, Mum."
"I'm your mother and I know I have to be the responsible one..." She finally met my eyes. "I'd love to go on another date with you, Mark. Anytime you want. But anything else... Teasing is fun. I love knowing and feeling I arouse you like I do." She looked away and almost choked back a sob. "I was so aroused last night, I wanted to give into temptation too."
Getting out of bed, Mum hugged me immediately as I closed my eyes and savoured the feeling of her near-naked body against mine. "I'm scared too, Mum," I admitted.
"Are you a virgin, baby?"
"No, Mum. I'm not."
"Who?"
"Remember Jessica?" Feeling her nod, I continued. "We agreed that we liked each other far too much to not give each other our virginities. Since then, I've had a little fun with a couple of other girls."
"I haven't had sex since your father walked out, baby."
"Oh..."
"It's why I masturbate every night." Letting me go, she kneeled down and opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand to her side of the bed. I didn't miss the small variety of sex toys. "Does this shock you, baby?"
"No. I know there is a large market of sex toys out there for women."
"A dildo is no replacement for feeling a man inside me," she whispered, "But it's not just the sex. It's everything that happens before sex."
"Romance before heading to bed and foreplay?"
She nodded before adding, "But I always loved being held by the man I loved after we'd both cum, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. And being rather blunt, a dildo doesn't cum."
"Oh..."
She stood up, closing the drawer with one of her little feet, before turning towards me. "Come on, baby. Let's get some breakfast into you. Will you mow the lawns today?"
"Yeah, they do need looking after, particularly as we head into summer."
Although it had been a night and morning of revelations, the fact we seemed to both want more than a mother and son relationship, things didn't change between us for the next few weeks. It didn't stop the affection between us. It only increased, spending nearly all our time together when we were at home, Mum almost kicking me out of the house every so often to ensure I didn't neglect my friends. She would still disappear for a night to meet her friends, usually driving over to pick her up as she enjoyed the wine and gossip.
I didn't miss the fact that she did occasionally invite me to sleep with her. She never slept naked when I was in bed with her and I always wore underwear when I was with her. But when we were in bed, we always cuddled close together. Our kissing hadn't changed either, and I was aware she was holding herself back, not giving in to sharing the sort of kiss that would increase the passion of the moment.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel any frustration by it. I knew the decision wasn't really mine. I flirted with her constantly nowadays and always earned smiles and giggles. I walked around the house in just a pair of shorts. I wasn't some muscular hunk, but I did look after myself and did have some slight definition. When I looked in the mirror, I still saw elements of youth despite having shaved since I was fifteen. As for my mother, she seemed to get even younger, constantly smiling, and having a genuine air of happiness about her. Even during the divorce, she'd kept on motoring as I hadn't been blind to her relying on me at times. I didn't mind as I knew she needed my support. She was my mother and I loved her.
The next time we headed out on a date, she wore a little black dress with accompanying lingerie, only finding out when we got home, with thigh-high stockings, garter and suspenders plus black heels. I swear she seemed to know what I loved. She asked if she should wear contacts and I surprised her by shouting out that she definitely should not.
"You look totally sexy with your glasses on, Mum," I insisted, "When you're dressed in the morning for work, looking all professional and powerful, even then I get all these urges and funny feelings..."
She stepped towards me, running her fingers up my chest. "You might have to come visit your mother in the office one evening when she's working later," she whispered, "I've never been fucked over my desk at the office."
Yes, Mum was now giving as good as she got as the flirting had turned into incredibly honest sexual thoughts and feelings. That's still as far as it went though, letting each other know exactly how we thought about each other, but neither of us was willing to make the next step. I could understand Mum not making it, but I'll admit to being far too nervous about doing it myself, worried that crossing the line would ruin our relationship.
We enjoyed three dates over the next three months. Each one ended in a bar or club where we could dance together. I didn't hide the fact she made me incredibly hard. I didn't feel her up too much though I recognised when she was practically rubbing herself on my thigh. The night always ended in her bedroom where I would slowly undress her, and each time I rolled off her stockings, my fingers would get ever so close to her pussy... And I could always feel hot to trot she was.
But we still didn't cross a particular line.
While this was going on with my mother, I was still visiting my father. I hadn't forgotten what he'd done, but my mother actually asked me to forgive him, not wanting me to spend the rest of my life without my father in my life, thinking I might end up regretting it in the future. I still didn't like the fact he'd hurt my mother in such a manner, but he'd been surprisingly contrite about it, and I didn't miss him doing his best to ensure our relationship remained strong.
His relationship with Candice grew closer over time and by the time I was well past my eighteenth birthday, she had moved into his apartment. As I'd told my mother, she was ever so sweet, such a lovely young woman, that I simply couldn't help liking her immensely, and though she never tried to be my mother, I knew she would like to be my friend.
Occasionally I'd drop by to see my father for him to still be at work with only Candice at home. More than once, I'd leave her blushing slightly as she'd answer the door in little more than a silk dressing gown, her flowing brunette hair over her shoulders, and her gorgeous blue eyes behind the lenses of her glasses trying their best not to look too embarrassed. She was a slim woman, but I didn't miss the bust on her chest.
"Come on in," she told me that evening, "Your father won't be home until much later. I was making some dinner if you'd like to join me?"
"I'd love to, Candice. Thank you."
That earned another sweet smile, feeling her cuddle into my side. "Thanks, Mark. Sometimes gets a little lonely here."
"Is Dad working late a lot?"
"He has been lately. I understand he's had a promotion and it would mean longer hours for the better salary, but it means I spend a lot of time home alone."
I immediately worried that he was having another affair. The personal assistant he'd been having one with had long been shown the door, and I knew he'd hired a new personal assistant, and having met her, he had a flavour when it came to those working for him. Busty blonde bombshells who may not have been shy in coming forward about what they'd be willing to do for him. I wasn't blind nor stupid to what can happen in office environments.
Mum knew I spent time with Candice and encouraged me to do it. Though she'd told me not to interfere regarding letting her know what my father did, I still felt guilty about the fact I was already thinking my father was doing it again and Candice was stuck in an apartment alone. At least Mum had me when it was going on.
Helping her finish preparing dinner earned more than one smile and a hug. Leaning up to kiss my cheek when we were finished cleaning up was a surprise. "Want a cider?" she asked. Dad knew I didn't really drink beer so always had cider for his son, "I'm having a glass of wine."
"Sure."
Sitting together on the couch, curling her legs underneath her, the bottom of her silk robe spread enough that I almost got a good look at something I probably shouldn't see. I glanced more than once as the top of her robe wasn't exactly hiding too much either.
"How do you think you'll do in your exams?" she wondered.
"I'm studying my arse off so I can only hope I get the results required to make it into the course I want to do at university."
"Still want to get into engineering?"
"Yeah. I could possibly do it without the university degree, but I'd rather have three years of study and preparation. I do intend on working while studying during the breaks between semesters."
She fell silent for a couple of minutes, sipping at her wine, and shuffling a little closer until her head was resting against my upper arm. "Mark... Why did your parents divorce?"
I couldn't help the sigh and eventually muttered, "Shit."
"Your father suggested that he and your mother simply fell out of love and went their separate ways... But I've got this feeling it was more than that."
"It was," I stated simply before sighing again, "I promised Mum I wouldn't get involved."
"You speak about her a lot, even in front of your father. You love her a lot, don't you?"
"I promised I wouldn't be moving out anytime soon. I don't want to leave her alone." Wrapping an arm around her, I added softly, "But I don't like knowing he's leaving you alone too."
"Did he cheat on your mother?" she asked bluntly. My silence answered her question, feeling her wrap an arm across my chest. "I know you promised her, so I won't press you too hard."
"Mum was left hurt, and I don't want you to be hurt either."
"I won't be as I'll make sure I talk to your father and hope he's honest."
"Hate to see you split up as I know you're happy with him otherwise."
"I am happy, but I don't like the idea of him lying to me. And if he's done it before..."
I didn't add anything as I knew what we were both thinking. I stayed late enough that Dad was walking in the door when I was leaving. We shook hands, genuinely happy to see me as always, and he then joked about me looking after his fiancée because he couldn't come home. I knew they were engaged though hadn't set a date for the wedding just yet. Now I wondered if it would happen...
Explaining to Mum over breakfast the next morning, as I'd arrived home late enough that she'd already gone to bed, she assured me that I'd kept my promise and that by not answering her questions, I'd actually answered without needing to say a word.
"Mark, do me a favour, please... Continue to be her friend while she's with your father. I think she's going to need you going forward too."
"But if he's cheating again..."
"Hopefully he isn't. I've not met this woman, but I'm certainly not going to sit here and hope she's hurt too."
"Yeah... Maybe he is just working late, but I just don't know..."
With what might happen with my mother and then worrying about Candice and my father, I found solace in focusing on my studies as exam time was looming and I was spending more and more time in my bedroom with my nose buried in my notes and textbooks as I continued preparations. There were still the occasional few hours I'd spend with my friends, and I made sure I spent plenty of time with my mother, but in those last couple of weeks before my exams, even she seemed to back off enough so I wasn't overly distracted.
Finishing my last exam a couple of weeks later left me with an overwhelming sense of relief and satisfaction as I was confident I'd done well. Walking out of the hall where the exam had taken place, I checked my phone to see a message from my mother.
Date night tonight, baby, as we need to celebrate the end of your exams.
Love you so much. xxx
I don't think I stopped smiling as I drove home and then spent the afternoon lazing about, the sense of relief that I could put studying to the side until I started university in February was almost overwhelming. Six years of hard work had been worth it as I knew I was going to get the results required to enter university.
Mum breezed in the door in the late afternoon, greeting me with the usual smile and soft kiss on the lips. Letting me know she was going to get ready straight away, I joked about joining her in the shower, something I often did nowadays. She stopped and glanced back at me. "Maybe one day soon, baby," she said softly, "It's been a long time since I enjoyed showering with a man."
"You know I'd join you in a heartbeat, Mum."
"Go and get ready, baby. I'm going to be your hot date again tonight."
She wore that little red dress again that she knew I absolutely adored on her, leaning up to my ear and asking, "Do you think I'm wearing any panties tonight, baby?"
"You're such a tease, Mum."
"I love teasing you, baby. I know it might be too much sometimes..."
"I tease you enough in return."
Dinner was at a restaurant we'd enjoyed plenty of times before we visited a couple of pubs, enjoying a single drink before Mum practically dragged me to another new club that we were trying out for the first time. It was rather busy as expected as Mum bought the first round for us, sipping at our drinks until our glasses were empty and we headed out onto the dancefloor.
Within one song, my hands were cupping her arse and she moaned softly as there was no missing how hard I was. "So hard for me, baby," she whispered, "I'm sorry..."
"I don't mind, Madeline. It's just a reminder to you that I find you so fucking sexy."
Leaning up to kiss me on the cheek, she rested her head against my shoulder as we swayed to the music. Then I felt her hand gently caress the obvious bulge and I shuddered. "My god... It feels big, baby. I mean nice and thick too..."
Taking a chance, I kissed her again and she quickly opened her mouth enough that I could slide my tongue into her mouth. I think it was a case of finally giving in at least a little bit as I felt her arms wrap tightly around me neither of us was ready to break the kiss too quickly. When she moaned softly again, I pulled her even tighter to my body, feeling her almost rubbing herself against my erection. We only broke apart to catch our breath.
Resting her forehead against my chest, I stroked her back as I felt her take a couple of deep breaths. She eventually turned her head to rest against me again, swaying to the music as I felt her sigh. We stayed late into the night, enjoying a couple more drinks, but there wasn't another kiss like that we'd shared. I knew it was Mum holding back again, and even my still somewhat immature mind understood why.
Walking in the front door of our home later, there was no hesitation in following her into her bedroom. Helping her out of her dress as usual, she helped me undress down to my underwear, her hand grazing over the tent in my underwear more than once.
"You're so hard, baby," she whispered, "And it turns me on so much that I know you're so hard because of me."
"I think about you every single time I jerk off, Mum," I confessed, "I barely watch porn anymore because why would I need to when I just close my eyes and think about everything that I want to do with you?"
Standing up, she leaned up to kiss me before she reached behind her back and, before I knew it, her bra was falling down her chest to expose her breasts to me for the first time. I know my jaw dropped as they were a thing of beauty. Despite being closer to forty than thirty-five, there was surprisingly little sag, still sitting high on her chest, but it was her nipples that made my mouth water as I just wanted to suckle on them immediately.
Sitting on the edge of the bed as she always did, I slowly took off her heels, noticing her excitement in how she was breathing, as I slowly rolled off each thigh-high stocking. With her legs bare, I ran my fingers up and down each leg until I just barely grazed the obviously wet fabric of her panties. Just that earned a whimper as I finally took a chance and reached up to put fingers in the band of her panties.
Lifting herself up enough that I could drag them down, I did it ever so slowly as Mum bit her bottom lip, eventually taking them off completely and I held them to my nose without giving it a second thought. I groaned as I inhaled her scent for the first time before I spread her legs enough that I could see her pussy for the first time. There was a trimmed triangle of hair above her otherwise well-groomed slit, and it glistened with her excitement.
"How you look at me, baby," she whispered.
"I love you, Mum... I love you so much."
"Come to bed, baby. Take off your underwear before you do."
Standing up and lowering my underwear, I loved how her eyes lit up and she licked her lips before I slid under the sheets to join her in bed. I wasn't sure how much further she would want to go. I knew we both desired each other, and we'd already crossed more than one line.
"I can't go further, baby," she finally said, gazing into my eyes, "But would you like to masturbate with me?"
"I'd love to, Mum. Can I watch you first?"
"We'll do it together, baby. But yes, I want you to watch me. I think about you all the time when I do it too."
It was the most erotic thing I'd watched in my life, Mum caressing her entire body before she finally focused on pleasing her pussy. I thought she might have used a dildo, and I wouldn't have been offended if she did, but she only used her fingers while I stroked my cock. I didn't last that long, and when it came time for me to cum, she said it was okay to cum on her. I left quite a few streaks of cum on her stomach as she enjoyed her own orgasm within a couple of minutes.
Waking in the morning with her in my arms, she rolled over and blushed immediately. "I wasn't that drunk last night, baby. We needed to do something to relieve the tension between us." When her eyes started to glisten, I pulled her close. "I want to do so much more, baby, but I'm your mother and we shouldn't be doing anything like this. I want to have sex with you..."
"As much as I want to make love to you, Mum," I whispered.
That made her cry even harder, feeling her clutching at my body. "I'm sorry, baby... I know this is difficult for you too. If you want to stop and..."
"No!" I exclaimed, pulling her tighter to me, "Mum... It's more than okay. I love just being naked in bed with you, able to feel your body against mine, your soft skin on my fingers. Honestly, you're so fucking beautiful, I can just spend hours looking at you..."
"You love me so much, baby. Just know I love you equally if not more. You're my only child, the only man in my life that I love."
Getting up for breakfast, I loved seeing her naked body after she opened the curtains, the morning sunlight giving her a glow that made her look even more beautiful. Throwing on a tiny robe, I slid out of bed, Mum's eyes gazing down my body and stopping at my obvious erection. Pressing herself into my body again, she left a kiss on my cheek.
"Put some shorts on before joining me in the kitchen," she said softly.
The rest of the weekend passed by with the pair of us flirting incessantly. I didn't miss the fact Mum wore a skirt that Saturday and a dress on Sunday that flashed me her pussy as she refused to wear panties the entire time. She invited me to her bedroom on Saturday night where we masturbated together again, heading to bed early so we could do it more than once. The third time she did, I simply sat between her legs and watched her use a dildo on herself, but the entire time, she moaned my name until she climaxed ever so strongly, I held her in my arms for a few minutes as she continued to shake and shudder.
With a couple of months off through the holiday period and into the new year while I waited to start university, I turned my part-time job into a full-time gig as I didn't want to be stuck at home bored, plus Mum knew I'd offer to pay rent when I worked full-time. She didn't need any money from me as her salary was fantastic, and the house was paid off, but I could still help with bills.
I'd usually pop in to visit my Dad after work at least once a week, and occasionally on a weekend. I would always find Candice at home in the apartment and only on the odd occasion would my father be present. Candice would enjoy it when I offered to help with dinner, and conversation always flowed easily when we ate at the table before sitting together on the couch. They were still engaged and were discussing marriage plans. She had confronted my father about what happened with my mother. To his credit, he told her the truth, stating it was simply embarrassment as to why he didn't go into detail.
Though Candice believed him, they had attended pre-marital counselling as although Candice wanted to trust him, and she still genuinely loved him, she wanted to be sure about the relationship before allowing him to slide another ring on her finger.
"Mark, I have to admit one thing. I simply love how you come over at least once a week, knowing your father probably won't be here, and yet you'll spend the time with me. I know I'll never be any sort of mother figure to you given that you're closer to nineteen than eighteen now anyway, but when I do marry your father, I do hope that we'll be good friends."
"Absolutely," I assured her, pulling her closer to me, "I enjoy spending time with you. Given that you're not even thirty anyway..."
"That'd doesn't bother you, does it? The fact I'm over twenty years younger than your father."
"That's entirely your decision and I'm not going to judge. If you love my father, and you're happy, that's all that matters."
"And he has a young man as a son that I know I'm going to love too."
"You do?"
"How could I not when your affection for me is obvious?"
Meeting her blue eyes, she wasn't lying. It was hard not to feel love for her as a friend considering how accepting of me that she was from the first time we met. And with all the time we spent in each other's company, it wasn't a real surprise that there was a close relationship. I knew many other young men and women at school had divorced parents and new adults introduced to their lives. It wasn't always smooth sailing.
Mum told me that she would be having friends over on Saturday night. With no other plans as my friends were still not old enough to go to pubs, and with nothing else to really interest me, I suggested that I'd just barricade myself in my bedroom, maybe do a little gaming, while she enjoyed a night with her friends.
But I'll admit to a little curiosity when it came to the gossip, and I definitely want to hear my mother discuss sex if that's what they talked about. Most of her friends were the same age as my mother. Most had children of their own too. My mother was the last to have her marriage end in divorce as the other three had already joined the 'Ex-Wives' club.
Waiting until they'd enjoyed dinner and were gathered in the living room, they were sitting back sharing more than one bottle of wine, plenty of laughter mixed in with all the conversation. I stuck to the shadows as I waited for the conversation to take a turn.
"How are things here, Madeline?" Gemma asked.
"Wonderful, to be honest. Mark is such a wonderful young man. I'm proud to call him my son."
I felt myself smiling as her three friends collectively swooned. "Have you gone any further with him yet?" Emily wondered.
"No further than some mutual masturbation," Mum admitted to my surprise. She discussed what we were doing?
"When will you finally make love?" Rebecca asked, "Trust me on this one, Madeline. When you finally make love, it'll be the best thing ever. I thought my husband loved me. Nothing compared to the love of a son for his mother, and that first time I made love with Daniel, that was it. I knew nothing would ever compare to that."
"I still can't believe you admitted it!" Mum exclaimed.
"You know she's not the only one," Gemma said softly before sipping at her wine, "I did my best not to give into temptation regarding my two sons. I couldn't help being seduced by my oldest. I was lonely and needed to be loved. I'm not bitter it didn't last as he's now happy with his fiancée. But my youngest is ever so sweet that I knew I needed to almost teach him. After we made love a few times, I knew I was teaching him for my own benefit."
Everyone then looked at Emily. "Oh please, you know the present I had for Adam on his eighteenth birthday was my pussy. He loves his mummy."
"I know you three share that with your boys, and I know I love Mark the same... But there's still that voice in the back of my head..."
Rebecca took my mother's hand, squeezing it affectionately. "We all have doubts from time to time, Madeline. What you have to do is ensure that it's your son who takes the lead most of the time. But if it's that obvious what they want and it's simply nerves about making that step then there is nothing wrong with you as his mother to take the lead and finally take him to bed."
"Do you want to have sex with Mark?" Gemma asked bluntly.
Mum nearly started to cry as she nodded her head. "I want to make love more than anything," she nearly sobbed, "My heart hurts so much because I know it's what he wants too. But he's still eighteen and has his life ahead of him. I'm thirty-eight and I know I'm only going to get older..."
"He's your son and he'll love you all his life," Emily assured my mother.
"When does he turn nineteen?"
"April time," Mum replied, sniffing a few times, "His birthday is a month after mine."
Rebecca squeezed her hand again. "The three of us share something wonderful with our boys, Madeline. I wouldn't change a thing. Every night I go to bed with a young man who loves me unconditionally. Emily and Gemma have that same pleasure. There is no greater love than a mother for his son and vice versa. Frankly, there's a reason why they joke about young men replacing their fathers because, let's be honest, our sons will definitely fuck us better than their fathers but, more importantly, love us wholeheartedly, doing everything to make us as happy as they can."
"I'm totally in love with my son," Gemma admitted, "I can't bear the thought of him wanting to end things."
"Adam never will with me because he's devoted to me totally," Emily stated.
"Do you think Mark feels the same way for you?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes," Mum said softly, "He hasn't told me about a single woman he's been interested in since the first date night we had. I think the only woman that could possibly come close would be..." She stopped and laughed to herself. "Well, it would actually be Candice."
"Hang on, is that your ex-husband's new fiancée?" Gemma wondered.
"Yeah. I've never met her, but Mark adores her. She's apparently a real sweetheart. He's shown me a few pictures they've taken of the pair of them. I don't think either of them would actually do anything as they're obviously just close friends... But considering she's only ten years older than him..."
"He's in love with you, Madeline," Emily assured her, "I think you need to take the lead. Take him into your bedroom, get as naked as you've been before, then guide his cock inside you and the moment he cums inside you the first time..."
Rebecca moaned softly. "Mmm. I still remember the first time Daniel slid inside me. Immediately, I knew it was the right thing. Then when he came inside me, albeit a little quickly, that sealed it for us."
"Adam is insatiable and matches my libido perfectly," Emily added, "He's just like your son. Young, constantly horny and willing to satisfy his mother. And he didn't hesitate when I showed him my naked body on his eighteenth. Any plans we had ended as we spent all night in bed. Honestly, every mother should be like this with her son. The one man who will always be devoted to you."
"I remember the first time James went down on me," Gemma practically moaned, "He now loves licking my pussy. Does it every single day."
"Got to teach them young that eating pussy is a must," Rebecca exclaimed, the four women chuckling away, "Though once Daniel learned what got me off, my god, he just owns me completely some evenings. He'll have dinner cooked for me, then he'll take me to the shower and almost make me cry when washing me before he takes me to bed and spends what feels like hours using his fingers and tongue before we finally make love."
"Do you think it happens a lot?" Mum wondered, "Mothers and sons..."
"Of course," Emily replied adamantly, "But because it's illegal, no one talks about it. Take a room of one hundred mothers and sons, and those that aren't fucking probably wonder what it would be like if they did."
"Trust us," Rebecca added, "This is definitely what Mark wants. He obviously wants to be with you, Madeline. We see how he looks at you. He's in love. And you're in love with him."
"I am," Mum said softly with a smile on her face, "I've been in love since I first held him in my arms, but now I'm in love like how a woman desires a man."
"And he will still love you like a mother, but he will now love you like his lover."
The conversation moved on to other topics, still about sex but avoiding the topic of their sons. I returned to my bedroom, shut the door and took a couple of deep breaths. I knew how we felt about each other, but had no idea that Mum was that conflicted but also adamant about wanting to be with me. I had no idea her friends were also involved with their sons. I didn't particularly know them that well, usually meeting when there was a gathering of some sort.
I heard Mum wishing them goodbye later that night and I knew she'd come say goodnight. Stripping naked, I pulled back the sheets, lubed up my cock and started stroking myself, closing my eyes as I heard the light tap at the door.
"Fuck... Yes, Mum," I moaned softly, "Your pussy is so tight and warm..."
I didn't miss the door opening and the slight gasp as Mum definitely watched me masturbating.
"Oh god, Mum," I moaned, "That's it... I love it, Mum. Being inside you like this. Where I belong..."
Feeling Mum sit on the edge of my bed, I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me before she leaned down to kiss me. "Are you going to cum because of Mummy?" she asked softly.
"Every orgasm I have nowadays is due to you, Mum," I replied.
"Want to come to bed with me tonight, baby? Want to see Mummy masturbate while you stroke your big cock too?"
"I'd love to, Mum."
Getting to my feet, she surprised me by wrapping a soft hand around my cock, glancing back and smiling, as she led me towards her bedroom. As I was already naked, I helped off the silk robe she'd changed into to expose her naked body. That first kiss was something else, the passion and love we felt for each other quite obviously being expressed.
Moving into bed together, neither of us refusing to break the kiss, I felt her hand around my cock again and I knew my mother was taking the advice she'd been given. If she thought I was going to hesitate, I could only think that she'd be pleased that I'd follow her lead to where it took us.
"You're so hard, baby. So big. So thick."
"Am I..."
My unfinished question made her smirk. "You definitely are, baby. I don't think your father was ever this hard for me. My god, you feel like titanium. Does it ever go down?"
"It might after I cum inside you for the first time, Mum."
"You want that, baby? To cum inside my pussy?"
"More than anything, Mum."
"Before you do that, baby, I want to take this slow. Is there any rush into making love?"
"No, Mum."
"You love my body, baby?"
"So much hotter than those girls I was with. You're a woman, Mum."
"Want to suck my nipples, baby? My breasts are always sensitive when I'm aroused."
We kissed again as her hand continued to stroke my cock before I finally moved down, making her moan as I kissed around her neck before moving down to her breasts. The girls I'd been with hadn't been as busty as my mother, and when I finally got my mouth around a nipple, gently flicking and nibbling it, I felt her fingers running over my head as she moaned softly. She was very encouraging as I gave both of her breasts plenty of attention, murmuring that it was possible she could enjoy a small orgasm just from breast play.
I stored that in my mind for later as I kissed down her body. Mum was a woman in her latter thirties. One child. Sedentary job. Ate well. Exercised. No, she didn't have a perfectly toned body. She was a maturing woman with the curves one would expect. And I absolutely loved her body, leaving a trail of soft kisses over her lower body until I reached where she kept the hair trimmed above her pussy. Her scent was already driving me wild, earning a groan as I turned to kiss down each of her thighs, feeling her shudder as I knew that area of her body would be sensitive.
"You're a tease," she murmured, "But I love it."
"Always loved your legs, Mum," I said softly, "Even your feet are cute. And before you ask, no, not a fetish. I just appreciate every part of your body."
Spreading her legs a little wider, I took a moment to just gaze at her pussy and she giggled as I probably looked at it with a sense of wonder. I wasn't stupid, I knew we'd crossed every line in the book so far, but going down on her was the penultimate line. Once I tasted her, I knew I'd want it all the time, and after that, I knew I'd want to make love with her constantly.
"You like the look, baby?" she asked, hearing a touch of nerves in her tone.
"I love your pussy already, Mum. Trust me, I'm going to love doing this all the time."
"Your father... He stopped going it... It's been nearly a decade..."
"What?" I exclaimed, meeting her eyes, "Mum, you haven't had your pussy eaten in ten years?"
"He was very selfish in the end when he did actually show interest."
"Right, that means I'm now making sure we make up for ten years of not having this pussy eaten."
"You're such a good boy."
Running my tongue along her slit earned a loud moan of appreciation, Mum ensured her head was perched on a couple of pillows so she could watch everything I was doing. I fell in love with her taste immediately as I put albeit limited experience I had to use. Mum wasn't a quiet lover and had no problem telling me what she liked, and what she wanted, and I knew when she told me not to stop doing something, I wasn't to stop doing just that!
Feeling her body move as I really started to get to work made me happy as I'm sure every man would prefer to feel their lover moving their body in unison with whatever you were doing. Mum loved pressing down onto my tongue, and though I was aware I could use fingers, I wanted to make her orgasm with just my mouth.
"That's it, baby," she moaned softly, "You're doing such a good job for your mother."
"I want to make you cum... I loved hearing you orgasm, but I want to be the cause..."
"Baby, you've been the reason for me to cum for a long time now..."
I'm not sure it was what I was doing rather than the fact my mother was just incredibly excited and turned on, but the fact she had an orgasm within only a few minutes certainly had both of us smiling, and she learned I knew not to stop as I wanted her to cum over and over again. Wrapping a hand around one thigh, the lust in her eyes as she realised that I wasn't going to stop made her moan even louder, continuing to encourage me, Mum enjoying another orgasm rather quickly.
Then it was time to slide a couple of fingers inside her as I knew every woman had that special spot that really made them cum.
"Oh god, baby!" she cried out once I found it, "Focus on my clit now, baby. I'm going to cry after this one..."
"And I'll hold you, Mum. I just want to make you cum as hard as I know I will..."
She moaned and whimpered as I sensed she was holding it back for as long as she could. Flicking her clit with my tongue, figuring out exactly how she liked it to be touched. When she finally had enough and needed to orgasm, it was an absolute thing of beauty, her entire body seeming to shake, the orgasm no doubt flowing from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes. Her pussy squeezed my fingers incredibly tightly at the same time, so I stopped moving those and just kept licking her clit.
"Oh fuck, baby!" she cried out.
Then she slumped and seemed to almost pass out. Quickly withdrawing my fingers, I lifted myself up as she immediately turned to cuddle into me, and her words about needing to cry came to fruition as she practically sobbed into my chest, murmuring over and over again how much she loved me. I assured her my feelings were exactly the same, that I'd just lived out one of the fantasies I had when it came to being intimate with my mother.
Mum fell asleep in my arms as I lightly caressed her back. I was achingly hard, but I wasn't going to complain. Mum would learn rather quickly that I would do anything for her without wanting anything in return. I was her son, but I knew I was now going to be her lover, her boyfriend, perhaps even her husband at heart. I knew I was young and didn't have her life experience, a relationship based on incest fraught with danger, but I knew what I wanted.
I woke in the morning to see my mother's pretty face gazing at me, her soft fingers caressed my cheek as she left a kiss on my lips. "That was wonderful last night, baby," she said softly, "But I didn't... I mean, were you okay?"
"Mum, I was absolutely fine."
"But you didn't cum."
"Don't care. I made the woman I love cum more than once. I went to sleep smiling as I held you in my arms."
Her face lit up with a smile as she snuggled into me. "Want a blowjob? As your father stopped pleasing me, I returned the favour."
"Did your sex life fall off a cliff or something?"
"Once I realised how selfish he was, I spent more time getting myself off. I still wanted sex... Perhaps that explains why he had the affair, but when I realised that he stopped caring about my pleasure..."
"That's no excuse to cheat, Mum."
"Baby, I want to give you a blowjob. I know you won't be selfish like your father, and to be honest, as happy as you will be to go down on me all the time, the idea of being on my knees for my son, his big cock in my mouth, down my throat, feeling it pulse as you cum..."
"Fantasies too, Mum?"
Snuggling tighter to me, I felt her sigh. "Too many, baby," she whispered as I resumed stroking her back, "But I can't remember feeling this happy."
A few minutes later, I was standing up as Mum was on her knees before me, earning more than one groan as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, her eyes sparkling behind the lenses of her glasses as I asked her to put them on. She just looked so damned sexy with them on...
Running my fingers through her black hair as I watched my cock disappear into her mouth, I warned her I probably wouldn't last long. I honestly don't think she would have cared if I lasted two or twenty minutes, her eyes alive with desire as her head started to bob up and down faster, and I had to warn her I was ready quickly.
"Cum for Mummy, baby," she said, running her tongue from the base to the tip, "And Mummy will always swallow your cum. Or you can cum on my face. Or my tits. Wherever you want, baby. Mummy will do it for her son."
"Swallow," I moaned softly, "Just this first time, Mum."
"Anything for you, baby."
Grunting as I came, Mum kept her word as I heard her swallowing every spurt of cum that filled her mouth. When she could sense I had nothing left after what felt like a few heavy spurts, she used her tongue to clean up my cock before I sagged back to sit on the edge of the bed, Mum rested her head on my thigh, continuing to gaze up at me.
When my stomach rumbled, she started to giggle, getting to her feet and kissing my cheek before putting on her robe. Sliding into a pair of shorts, aware Mum liked me walking around the house without a shirt, I helped her make breakfast before eating at the table. After we cleared up, we sat on the couch together and I had to turn to her.
"Mum, I need to tell you something..."
The smile was immediate. "You heard the conversation last night. I know, baby."
"You do?"
"Trust me, I can sense your presence. I knew you were listening in. It's why I came to your door last night. I just needed that last little nudge from my friends..."
"They're really all sleeping with their sons?"
"They are." Clearing her throat, she took both of my hands in hers. "I don't think it happens very often. We've been friends for a long time, and we just happen to have a son who shared the love in a similar way. Do I think there are many others like us? It's possible, I guess. Who knows what goes on behind closed doors?"
"I'm guessing you'll tell them when we make love?"
"We do love to gossip, but the four of us confide in each other about our feelings. We know our relationships are unusual."
"And illegal, Mum."
"It is, baby. We're committing incest."
"And it's so hot doing it."
Mum smiled before giggling. "It does feel so naughty being with you, baby. But more importantly, being intimate is just another way of expressing our love. We will always have that bond, as a mother to my son, and as a son to his mother. But now we have another bond as lovers." Squeezing my hands, she continued to smile. "Would you like to move into my bedroom, baby?"
"Really?"
"I don't want to sleep alone anymore, baby. I want my son in my bed, holding me in his arms, particularly after we've made love. I want to make love tonight. It will put such a smile on my face when I get to work in the morning. All the girls in the office will be wondering what has me smiling in such a manner."
"Moving everything or..."
"There's plenty of space for your clothes. Keep your bedroom for other things, but it will be our bedroom from now on, baby."
Moving some of my things didn't take too long, Mum making sure I had enough closet space, while the nightstand was quickly filled with my underwear and socks. I was sitting back on the couch a little later, watching some football, when Mum wandered out of the kitchen completely naked. Muting the television, she happily straddled my lap and kissed me hard.
"I'm horny, baby," she whispered, "Want to join me in the bedroom?"
"And what does Mummy want?"
"She wants her man to pleasure her again. And..." When she paused and blushed, I wondered what she was going to say. "Well, this is going to sound weird considering my age, but I've never actually had a sixty-nine before."
"Really?"
"Your father wasn't my first, not at all. But even when I was your age, so many guys would refuse to go down on a woman yet expect me to suck their dick. Your father would at least go down on me, but never seemed interested in doing it at the same time. Have you done it before?"
"Yeah, I have."
"And is it fun?"
"Great fun, though having my cock sucked can be distracting when trying to eat pussy at the same time."
"I'm sure you'll survive, baby. I just want to try, and if it's a lot of fun, it's something I'd like to do again. I want to try so many things with you, baby." Moving my hands down to her arse made her smile. "I've never done that," she whispered immediately, "Your father never even touched me there. No man has."
"I've not done it either. It's not something we need to do, but if you're willing to try anything..."
"Would you like to try?"
"Later. I want to make love to you first, Mum. I really need to be inside you soon."
"I know, baby. My heart is beating like crazy just thinking about it."
Mum loved having my cock in her mouth once we were on our bed with my face buried between her legs. I loved feeling her moaning around my cock as I devoured her pussy, and when I moved my tongue up, spreading her cheeks and giving her rosebud some attention, she squealed and lifted her head.
"That's so naughty, baby!" she exclaimed happily.
"But do you like it?"
"It feels nice... Definitely do that later. I need to cum again, baby."
"Yes, Mum."
"Such a good boy, looking after your mother like this."
Our first sixty-nine was a complete success as she enjoyed more than one orgasm while I left another large load in her mouth that she happily swallowed again. Spinning around to straddle my lap, feeling her warm pussy resting on my still relatively hard cock, it wouldn't have taken all that much movement for us to finally be joined in the most intimate manner possible.
We both managed to resist again as she slid off me, rolling over and spooning back against me. Wrapping my arms around her, she sighed happily as she shuffled a few times to get comfortable. We eventually fell asleep and enjoyed a nap, waking up early afternoon, and getting dressed as Mum insisted that we head out for the rest of the afternoon.
Staying out long enough that we enjoyed dinner at a nearby RSL, we returned home in the middle of the evening, Mum as happy and as smitten as I'd ever seen her considering she was wearing a new necklace that I'd bought for her. She knew I was working hard and had spent the years I'd been working saving every dollar I could. I now had a good excuse to start spending some of that money.
As Mum would be up early for work, we headed straight to the bedroom, Mum turning to me before pressing her body into mine, ensuring we shared one hell of a kiss as there was no point exchanging words. We knew what was going to happen now.
I'd learned to love undressing my mother, particularly after those date nights when I'd slowly take off each article of clothing. I did the same that night, Mum returning the favour until we were both naked, watching as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
"I'm going to make you cum first, baby," she explained, "So you last longer during our first time."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "I probably wouldn't last two minutes otherwise."
"That would turn me on, knowing how turned on you were by me. But you know I already love having my son's big cock in my mouth."
I didn't last too long as Mum had been teasing and arousing me all afternoon. She'd never been one for wearing pants or trousers, but I hadn't missed that she always wore short skirts or dresses that highlighted her curves and showed off her legs. But it was the way she would look at me, the way her eyes sparkled behind the lenses of her glasses, the almost knowing smirk that she knew I was turned on like hell by her...
Mum swallowed every drop of cum again before I made her squeal out as I easily picked her up and placed her on the bed.
"I'm going to make you pass out now, Mum," I growled.
I ate her pussy like a starving man enjoying his first meal in a month. My fingers got to work at the same time, caressing her body, reaching up to play with her breasts, moving down and teasing her rosebud caressing her entire body as my mouth and tongue got my mother off again and again. To my own pleasure, she never asked me to stop, her entire body shaking through one orgasm after the other. At one stage, she started to sob and babble almost incoherently, but her fingers held my hair and head in place, the signal for me not to stop just yet.
I only stopped because she did practically pass out after a quite powerful orgasm as I felt her slump and her body only quivered occasionally. Leaving soft kisses up her body, I waited until her eyes fluttered open and a loving smile appeared on her face.
"Your chin is glistening," she said, chuckling to herself, "You really love doing that, don't you?"
"For you, Mum," I replied softly.
She needed time to recover as I rested next to her, Mum turning her head so she could at least kiss me, my fingers running up and down her body. Turning towards me, her hand ended up stroking my cock again. I was hard but I knew she loved playing with me in return.
Rolling onto her back a few minutes later, I went with her as she spread her legs wider as I pressed the head of my cock against her. "This is it, baby," she whispered.
"I love you, Mum," I whispered.
"I love you too, son," she whispered back, "Make love to your mother."
Sliding inside her for the first time was everything I'd hoped it was. I couldn't hold back the groan as I immediately felt her hands on my back, fingers lightly digging into my skin as she couldn't hold back her light moan. Taking my time burying my cock, I could actually feel her pussy slowly accepting my thick cock, and when I was completely buried, I felt her shuffle underneath me.
As I started to slowly move, the sensations flowing up my cock and then throughout my body had me almost shaking from the pleasure. Her pussy seemed to clench around my cock each time I gently thrust into her, almost like it didn't want me to pull out, that her body knew who I was and didn't want me to leave it again.
Wrapping an arm around my mother's waist, I smiled at Rebecca when stating, "I intend to make my mother very happy indeed."
Our relationship was our new normal and life continued on. We loved to experiment in the bedroom, my mother actually proving to be a little submissive at times. She wanted to be blindfolded and eventually asked if I'd restrain her. We eventually tried anal sex and I was surprised by how much she enjoyed it, making sure we'd done our research, so it didn't hurt her. And the exhibitionist streak she had, which I savoured, ended with us starting to have sex in somewhat public places. We didn't want to be caught, we just liked being very naughty together.
Fucking in the backseat of her car was a rite of passage. She eventually got her fantasy of me arriving at her office of a lunchtime, closing and locking her office door, and then spending an hour fucking her over her desk, ensuring I filled her up nicely before taking her panties with me when I left. I knew she had a meeting afterwards and would walk into the meeting room smelling of sex and leaking my cum.