The Mother of My Dreams Part 1

“Hey Joel?”

I looked up from the Red Sox game, to see my mother standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Like she had been almost every night lately, Mom was wearing the short red robe, which made her both hard to look at, and look away from at the same time. The robe was disturbingly short, barely reaching her mid-thigh and was either silk or satin, with black lace trim along the edges, including the neckline. Or at least I was pretty sure it did, as all I saw when looking at it was the swelling of her tanned breasts.

I swear every time I saw her in it that it was tied more loosely. Then again, maybe I was just staring harder at her tits. Regardless of which it was, one thing was for certain; they were being well displayed tonight. As my eyes continued to linger where they had no right to, I could see a hint of the white skin that marked the tan lines from the very un-mother like bikini she had been wearing all summer.

“Joel?” Mom repeated. “You in there?”

“Oh, sorry Mom.” I answered, tearing my gaze from her chest, and hoping to hell she hadn’t noticed me looking.

I felt my stomach turn when I looked up at her. Mom was staring at me with an odd look on her face. My stomach lurched even more as she dropped her gaze down to her tits, where my eyes had just been. Grabbing the ties to the robe, she pulled them tighter. She had not pulled the top of the robe closed first however, and tugging on the belt caused the top to open even further. In a move based on pure self preservation, my eyes immediately jumped back to her face.

“I asked you when you were coming to bed?”

“Oh, ummm I might watch the rest of the game.”

“Really?” Walking over to the chair I was sitting in, Mom leaned over the back of it and stared at the TV.

“Damn Joel, it’s only the third inning, you really going to stay up that late?”

I shrugged.

“I know you’re a strong young man and all,” Mom squeezed my shoulders to emphasize her remark. “But you worked your ass off today and we have to unload the truck tomorrow.”

“Yeah I know.”

As I answered, I was drawn to Mom’s hands on my shoulders. I was wearing a tank top and her long red fingernails looked damn good on my own tanned skin. Letting my gaze roam up her slender arm my eyes widened as I saw her tits were all but spilling out of the robe. I looked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of her rose colored nipples. I became acutely aware of my cock stirring between my legs. Christ Joel! This is your mother!

“Well don’t stay up to much longer hon, you look beat.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

Fact was, I was more than beat, I was fucking exhausted, but the motel only had one bed, and she was insisting I share it with her rather than sleep in the chair or on the floor. A couple of years, hell a few weeks ago, that would have been no big deal. After the last few weeks though, it was the last thing I wanted to do. No scratch that, the truth was I wanted to be in bed with her a little too much.

“Good,” Mom replied, snapping me out of my fog again. “You know just because you’re twenty and was on your own the last couple of years, doesn’t mean I can’t still worry about you!”

“I know.” I gave her a smile and turned back to the television. “Night mom.”

I had no sooner turned away from the danger zone, when leaning forward; mom wrapped her arms around me, hugging me from behind.

“Thank you so much, for everything Joel, really!”

“No problem mom.” I answered quietly.

I went to say more, but lifting her hand to my chin, she turned my head to face her, kissing me on the cheek. The kiss was not in the middle of my cheek, but so close to my mouth, she caught the very edge of my lips. Keeping her arm around my chest, Mom turned her cheek so that it was pressed against mine. I closed my eyes, and bringing my hand up, put it on her arm. She had just gotten out of the shower and I could feel her long wet hair on my shoulder. More distracting was the pleasant scent of her vanilla body wash. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and forgetting myself, nuzzled my cheek against her soft skin.

I opened my eyes and looked down at her hand on my arm. Again I found myself staring at her slender fingers with those red nails. Those nails looked good on my skin, but nowhere near as good as they had looked on…that thought trailed off and was replaced by a feeling of alarm as I realized I was hard. The shorts I was wearing weren’t doing a lot to conceal that fact and hoping she wasn’t looking, I dropped my arm down to my lap.

“Hey!” Mom exclaimed pulling away from me and causing my heart to skip a beat. “You’re scruffy!”

“Oh,” I said, a sense of relief flowing through me. “Sorry.”

“I used to tell you all the time honey, girls are soft, and we don’t like scratchy skin.”

“I know, I remember.” I nodded, thinking damn straight she was soft.

“Yeah, those whiskers can hurt our lips.” She winked “Even the ones on our mouth.”

“W…what did you just say?”

Mom stared at me for a moment with her big blue eyes and laughed;

“It was a joke; don’t tell me they don’t tell raunchy jokes over at the frat house!”

“Yeah but,” I had an instant image of kissing my mother’s lips and not the ones on her…

“Joel, you’re blushing!” Mom exclaimed. “Oh, how cute!”

I was going to say something to her about making fun of me, but instead found myself smiling at her. After the year she’d had it was good to see her laugh. Not to mention the fact she had a beautiful smile. Then again, as I had been noticing more and more lately, what about my mother wasn’t? As she laughed, she tossed her head sending her long wet hair back away from her neck. I stared at the smooth skin there and remembered how I had spent half ride to North Carolina today wondering what it would be like to kiss it.

“Well anyway, promise you won’t stay up too much longer.”

“Promise.”

“And promise you’ll come into the bed with me, and not try to sleep in this lumpy chair.” She shook her head, “Don’t know why you’re so worried about it, it’s not like I bite or anything.”

I wouldn’t care if you did, I thought, but aloud said, “Just trying to be a gentleman.”

“Yeah well, they’re over rated.” Mom said. “Besides,” she added with a smirk. “This way when I see Jill, I can tell her I slept with a hot young guy!”

“Yeah well I don’t know about all that.” I shrugged, although a part of me did get a sick thrill out of her saying it. She’s my mother, she has to say I’m good looking, and she’s only joking anyway, the sane side of me added.

“I’m going to leave the small light in the bathroom on, so we can see a little okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Night Joel.”

“Night Mom.”

I tried to resist the urge to watch her walk towards the bed that was on the other side of the room, but as had been happening quite often lately, I gave into the temptation. There was a mirror on the far wall, so rather than turn around and be obvious, I simply watched her approach the bed in the mirror. Mom was tall, and her extremely long legs were well shaped and as tan as the rest of her. When she reached the bed, she untied the robe and let it drop. My jaw dropped with it as I saw she was wearing a pair of red boy shorts, and was shirtless!

Unable to help myself, I turned in the chair and looked at her bare back. Mom leaned over the bed, as she did the shorts rode up, and I felt my heart begin to beat faster when I saw the round cheeks of her ass sticking out. Mom straightened up, and reaching over her head began to slip on a red tank top. I turned back to the mirror and whispered, “Oh goddamn.”

I caught a full view of Mom’s tits from the side and saw her nipples were hard. Her tits weren’t big, but were still perky with tan lines that started just around those gorgeous rose colored nipples. Mercifully, Mom pulled her shirt down and with an act of will I made myself turn around, and face the television. I shifted in my seat and stifled a groan at the sensation of my hard cock rubbing against my leg. Christ I was horny. You’re a sick bastard Joel, getting a fucking hard on over your mother. I let out a sigh, sick or not, something told me I would be slipping into the bathroom to take care of myself before going to bed. If I didn’t, I’d be like this all night.

I slumped down lower in the chair, trying to focus on the ball game rather than my balls. As I did, that old expression “just think about baseball” came to mind, and I laughed softly. Damn I was tired, laughing at my own dumb jokes. I would sit here for awhile until mom went to sleep, go into the bathroom, and calm myself down so to speak. Hopefully it would be to the thought of Allison, the cute little red head I had dated for awhile back at school, rather than my mother. Then I would slip into bed as far from her as possible, and hope to fall asleep quickly.

I began to actually follow the game, but after a few minutes I looked up from the television, and cocked my head; I’d thought I heard something. Picking up the remote, I lowered the volume and listened. There it was again, it was mom, but she wasn’t speaking, she was moaning. Turning in the chair, I couldn’t help but let out a moan of my own. Mom was lying on her back, her shorts pushed down to her knees, and her tank top pulled up over her tits.

Mom’s hands cupped her small, but perfectly shaped tits, and she gasped as she pinched her hard nipples between her fingertips. I watched, my cock already hard and hot against my leg, as she started rolling her nipples between those long red nails. A low moan escaped her, causing me to look at her face.

“Oh, damn.” I whispered.

As hot as the site of her playing with her tits was, the look on my mother’s face was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. Mom’s soft full lips were parted; the tip of her pink tongue just visible between them. Her blue eyes were rolled back, and her long honey blonde hair was fanned out across the pillow, framing her face beautifully. Goddamn, she was gorgeous! Her head was back exposing the smooth skin of her throat, the skin I was so dying to feel beneath my lips.

Mom groaned again, and I saw her shoulder dip. Following the movement, I watched entranced as her right hand left her breast, and slowly trailed down across her flat stomach. Mom groaned and her hips twitched as her hand disappeared between her thighs. My own hand dropped down, grabbing my cock, and stroking it through the thin material of my shorts. Mom’s hand was moving up and down rapidly and her breathing was becoming heavier. I was breathing pretty heavy myself, and taking a second to slip my hand inside my shorts, I grabbed my cock and started pumping it hard and fast.

On the bed, Mom gasped, and arching her back, began making little whimpering noises that caused my cock to jump in my hand. Straightening her legs, Mom lifted her hips off the bed, and again I focused on her small round tits, which were now thrust out even further as she pushed her back further off the bed.

“Ohhh,” Mom moaned loudly, and I could see her thighs trembling from where I sat not ten feet away watching her masturbate.

I stifled my own low moan as I could feel the cum building within my cock and knew I would be going off within seconds. Mom cried out, her hips thrusting wildly against her hand. Throwing her head back, she let out a squeal of delight that caused my cock to explode in my hand. Groaning, I pumped it furiously. I felt my own cum splash onto my stomach, and moaned at the vision of it spraying across my mother’s tanned skin. I imagined it hitting her tits and dripping down her hard nipples.

I pumped my cock until it had nothing left to give, and then slumped back into the couch panting. I closed my eyes until my breathing slowed down. Opening them, I felt my heart skip a beat; Mom was now lying on her side, and looking straight at me.

“You enjoy the show, Joel?” She asked, smiling at me.

“I, uh….I wasn’t…” I stuttered.

“Oh yes you were,” Mom said still smiling, “You were sitting there watching your mother play with her pussy weren’t you, you bad boy?”

“Mom I…”

“You are a bad boy Joel,” She shook her head. “Know why?”

As I sat there speechless, she sat up on the bed, and spreading her legs, touched her pussy.

“You sat and watched me do it myself.” She pushed her lips out in a pout. “Least you could have done was come over and help me out!”

“I…”

“Oh, you know you want it honey!” Mom moaned as she her fingers slipped into her smooth wet pussy.

“No I…”

“That’s alright Joel, because I want you to want it!”

“You…”

“Of course I do, why do you think I’ve been teasing you the last few weeks?”

My reply turned into a gasp, as removing her fingers from her glistening pussy, Mom shoved them into her mouth.

“Mmmmm.” She groaned, rolling her eyes back.

Sliding her fingers from her mouth, she smiled at me.

“Damn, that tastes good, but I bet it would taste better if I was sucking it off of that nice hard cock of yours.”

“Oh my…”

“Let’s go Joel,” Mom beckoned to me with her finger. “Come over here and give your mother what she needs.”

“I…I can’t” I whispered.

“Of course you can, if you’re nervous, I’ll just suck it hard for you, now let’s go!” She again touched her pussy. “It’s not nice to keep your mother waiting.”

Swallowing hard, I stood up.

“Ohhh, look at that!” Mom said licking her lips, “Oh, honey you bring that over here! You…

“And that ball is long gone!!” I jerked awake, as the announcer began screaming that someone had just hit a home run. Reaching down quickly, I fumbled for the remote. Finding it, I shut the TV off, and sat back with my heart pounding, and my cock throbbing.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered.

The same dream I’d been having every night for the past three weeks. Well no this one was different. This was the first time I’d dreamed of her catching me and inviting me to join her. I exhaled softly as I felt my heart begin to slow down. The dreams were getting worse. When they’d first started, I was alarmed, but figured it was some kind of weird phase and they would run their course. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Not only were they becoming more and more vivid, but they were intruding into my waking thoughts as well. Just like earlier, when she’d said goodnight to me, I could hardly look at her without becoming aroused.

The first time I’d dreamed of my mother playing with herself, I’d woken up feeling more guilty than aroused. The next few times I’d felt more than guilty, I’d wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Lately though, I’d been getting more and more worked up, and was even masturbating to them now. I tried not to. When I would start jerking off, I would imagine Allison or Jamie or one of the other girls I’d fooled around with back at school. Within minutes however, their pretty faces and young firm bodies would be replaced by that image of my beautiful mother, arching her back, moaning and squealing as she came.

That had gone downhill as well. The last time I got myself off, it was to the thought of what my mother’s lips would look like wrapped around my cock. Speaking of Mom, I turned around and in the light from the bathroom, saw she was lying on her side facing away from me. The motel’s air conditioning was working like shit and she had kicked the covers off. My eyes made their way up the backs of her legs admiring the shape of them. When I reached her ass I felt my already throbbing cock, twitch again. The boy shorts had ridden up, and most of her left ass cheek was exposed.

“Stop it.” I said softly, forcing myself to turn around.

I shook my head, this was getting ridiculous, and seeing I was going to be staying with mom for the foreseeable future, I’d better get over this. Dreaming of my mother was just not right. I smiled wryly at the thought that one of Mom’s favorite expressions was that sometimes dreams come true, so keep dreaming. Something tells me that mom might think a bit differently in this instance.

Taking the opportunity to stop thinking of her as a sex object, I turned my thoughts to the times that expression did work for me. Even though I was a scrawny little kid, I’d always wanted to play ball and Mom had told me to chase my dreams and try out. I failed the first time, but went again, and not only made the local little league team, but played right through high school, making Varsity and getting the notice of a few college scouts. College was the second dream that Mom had assured me would come true, when I had applied to USC.

My father made too much money for me to qualify for scholarships, but not enough to afford for me to go. But between my grades and the fact I was a pretty good ball player, I’d gotten enough in grants from the school that my parents could afford the rest. Well that was up until Dad pulled his shit last year. On that note, I noticed that my hard on had left and laughed bitterly to myself. Leave it to my father to fuck up a wet dream.

Deciding to take advantage of the fact that I was no longer horny at the moment, I stood up, stretched and slowly approached the bed. I stood there hesitantly, trying to keep my eyes off of my mother’s scantily clad body. I thought about simply going back and trying to sleep in the chair. I could tell mom I fell asleep there. That’s what I should do. Yup, that’s exactly what I was going to do. Instead, I looked down at her sleeping form. The tank top was cut low in the back and staring at her smooth skin, I envisioned placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. I’d slide my lips up to nuzzle that inviting neck, slipping my arms around her and cupping her tits.

Back to the chair Joel, I told myself firmly. Yeah right, I couldn’t resist looking at her, let alone lying next to her. Leaning over, I gently pulled the sheet up over her waist, so I wouldn’t be staring at her ass and legs. I paused and debated whether or not to take my shirt off. I probably should leave it on. Then again, I would be on my own side of the bed, and hell it isn’t like she looked at me that way anyway. The fact that the room was warm as hell made up my mind, and slipping off my tank top, I carefully slid into bed next to her.

I wasn’t careful enough. I was still on my side sliding the covers up when Mom leaned back against me.

“Hey honey,” She whispered sleepily. “Glad you came to bed.”

“Yeah, I was getting tired.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Mom’s back was pressed against my bare chest and her now dry blonde hair was just under my face. I was propped up on one elbow and had the absurd urge to slip my arm around her waist. I started to try to slide back, but as I did she let herself go so that she was still leaning against me. I stopped, not wanting to end up on my back with her curled into me. It was bad enough her ass was dangerously close to my crotch.

“Hmmm.” Mom cooed. “You feel nice.”

“Umm, thanks.” I said lamely.

“Been awhile since I’ve had somebody to lie next to.” She sighed. “And who knows how long since it was someone who wanted to be next to me.”

As she spoke she turned her head to the side so that she was looking up at me. Our faces were only about a foot apart, and I found myself marveling at how young she looked. Of course in reality she certainly wasn’t old. Mom had met my father while still in high school and had gotten pregnant right after graduating. So although I was closing in on twenty one she was just shy of her thirty ninth birthday. I realized I was staring, but noticed Mom didn’t seem to mind. In fact she was looking up at me with a slight smile on her face, as if she were enjoying looking at me as well. Yeah okay Romeo, I thought, then rolled my eyes at my own joke. There was nothing going on here other than mom had missed me the last year, and I was… well a bit infatuated with my mother’s looks. Even without makeup her skin was smooth and her full lips always looked as if they were ready to either pout or pucker up for a kiss. One of Mom’s best features, and one I shared with her, was her big baby blue eyes. Coupled with her long hair and big easy smile, Mom had the appearance of the typical blonde airhead. To the contrary Mom was pretty bright, and would be doing much better than her position as the assistant manager of an insurance office if she had pursued college instead of being a stay at home mom.

No, my mother had quite a bit to offer, in every way. Not enough for my father apparently who thought he was too much of a man to stay with one woman, but a hell of a lot more than any other woman I’d ever met. Enough, Joel. Mom was still looking at me, appearing to be completely content lying against me. Not that I wasn’t as well, but soon content would lead to other feelings and I didn’t need to be poking my mother with a hard on. Thinking of her last remark, I broke the silence.

“I’m sure there are plenty of guys who’d want to keep you company.”

“Yeah, you think?” she asked, still smiling at me.

“Well sure, I mean look at you, you’re beautiful!”

“Awww aren’t you sweet.” Her smile widened and she surprised me by leaning up and kissing my cheek. “But you have to say that, I’m your mother.”

“No.” I said speaking quickly to avoid thinking of how soft her lips had felt. “I’m sure a lot of guys think that.” I paused, thinking of how to say the next part. “It’s been a few months Mom, haven’t you…” shit where the hell was I going with this?

“Joel!” Mom snapped, her blue eyes wide with surprise. “Are you asking your mother if she’s gotten laid?”

“I…”

I couldn’t finish. That was exactly where I was going, sort of.

“I’m sorry Mom, I just…”

Mom started laughing.

“You’re blushing again! Oh Joel, you are just too easy for me!”

You don’t know the half of it I thought dryly. I shrugged and told her.

“Yeah well, thinking of my mother and sex is kind of you know, weird.”

But dreaming of her isn’t? Christ, now I was arguing with myself.

“I guess.” Mom nodded.

She sighed again and seemed to be thinking. I wondered if she were ever going to move. Again I had the urge to hold her, and was wondering if she would be upset if I tried to move.

“To answer your question, no I haven’t let anyone…” She winked. “Spend any time with me shall we say.”

For some reason I felt a thrill go through me at the thought she hadn’t slept with anyone since my father had left. Aloud however, I asked, “Why not? You’re young Mom, and I bet a lot of…”

“Oh, I’ve had offers Joel, trust me.”

“Well, see there you go, you just have to…”

“Take them up on it? “Let them comfort me?” Mom snorted disgustedly. “Please.”

She leaned further into me, turning as she did. Her shoulder slid down my chest and she was now lying on her back. I saw with alarm that her tank top had ridden up exposing her soft flat stomach, yet another area that seemed to be inviting a forbidden kiss. Things went from bad to worse when Mom stretched her arms out over her head, raising the tank top dangerously close to the bottom of her tits. I became painfully aware of two things; the first, that with no bra underneath I could see her nipples poking through the thin material of the shirt. The second was that something else was beginning to poke itself into my leg and very close to Mom’s hip.

When she finished stretching, Mom folded her hands behind her head on the pillow and stared up at me. I almost said something about her shirt, that she might want to fix it, but didn’t want to make it seem as if I were looking.

“Oh, let me tell you, within a couple of days of word getting out your father had left me, I got all kinds of invites.” She rolled her eyes. “All the guys in the office were just so concerned about me!”

“I’ll bet.” I told her while trying to subtly slide my hips further away from her.

“How you holding up Lynn? Are you okay?” She grinned. “And if I had a dime for every ‘you know if you ever want to just talk.’ I wouldn’t have had to give up the house.”

“Well maybe some of them meant well.”

“Yeah sure, and I own property in Florida. Please Joel, those guys were just looking to take advantage of me. Talk all sweet, pretend they care.” She grunted. “If I wanted that I could have stayed with your father.”

She shook her head and smirked.

“Yeah they’d listen alright, only thing they would want to hear is me breathing in their ear while they comforted me, because you know somehow them fucking me would be what I would need right?”

“Ummm…” I had nothing to say to that, although her saying the word fucking had caught my attention.

“I could have had my pick, if that’s what I wanted.” She turned her head to look at me. “I’m not trying to sound catty, but I know I’m attractive, and if I decided I wanted to get laid I could in a heartbeat.”

“You know Mom,” I said nervously. “Maybe we should talk about something else.”

She frowned at me.

“I thought we could talk about anything? That’s what you told me over the phone all the time when we’d talk.”

“I know.” I said, feeling bad at the disappointed look on her face. “But this is kind of…”

“It’s sex Joel, how old are you twelve?” She rolled her eyes at me. “It’s not like I’m giving details.” She laughed. “Hell there wouldn’t be many, your father’s the only guy I’ve ever been with and he barely tried. I have more fun alone.”

I stared at her and she giggled.

“Oops sorry, that was a bit more than you needed to know.” She took a deep breath and I made sure my eyes stayed on her face rather than watching her tits rise. Letting it out she said. “I was going somewhere with that, but never mind.”

Feeling like a jerk, I put my hand on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry Mom, go ahead.”

She looked at me for a minute before saying, “Really?”

She had said it with her blue eyes wide, and I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Really.”

“Okay,” She nodded and put her hand over mine. “I knew you’d want to listen to me, not like those jerks, only one thing on their mind.”

And mine, I thought feeling my heart beat faster just from her hand on mine.

“Well,” she began. “What I was saying is I can get sex any time, but that’s not what I want. Sex with one of those guys wouldn’t mean anything, and it would be quick and stupid, and well hey like I said I’d be better off…” She giggled again. “Alone”

“Okay, okay I get it, guys suck.” I said, laughing at her.

“Hmmm do they? I wouldn’t remember.”

I put my head down, feeling my ears beginning to get red.

“Gotcha!” Mom laughed. “Okay, I promise no more dirty jokes. My point is Joel, that even the last few years with your father, I felt alone. Sex would be great, but I want more, I want to feel like they care about me, not just about getting some. I don’t think your father cared for a long time.”

“I’m sorry Mom.” I told her softly.

Leaning over I kissed her forehead.

“You deserved better, and maybe now you’ll find it.”

Mom’s blue eyes looked as if they were starting to fill up, and I felt like an ass again. But she squeezed my hand and whispered, “You really are sweet Joel, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” I told her.

“I’m sorry about school Joel,” Mom began, “I…”

“Forget it Mom. It’s all about you right now. I’ll be fine.”

She smiled through her misty eyes and squeezed my hand again.

“I am so glad you’re not like your father. You’re going to make some girl feel very special someday.”

I shrugged and feeling an overwhelming wave of affection for her, went to kiss her on the cheek. I was caught off guard as she turned her head and my lips brushed hers. It was a quick peck, but I felt a thrill go through me. Still, I pulled back quickly and looked down to see Mom smiling softly at me.

“You used to kiss me all the time on the lips. Right up until you was a teenager. I always liked it, but your father thought it was weird and told you to stop, remember?”

Now that she mentioned it, I did. I was in high school and still kissing her on the lips. I remember liking the way her lips felt and…I stopped as it dawned on me that these feelings for her weren’t as sudden as I thought!

“But we did it a couple of times after,” Mom said. “You told me you were nervous about kissing a girl at school you liked and I let you practice.”

“Wow, I forgot about that!” I shook my head. “Her name was Colleen.”

I left out the part that Colleen was an excuse to sneak a couple of kisses from Mom. How the hell had I forgotten about that? Especially lately with all that…

“You know what else that reminds me of?” Mom asked, cutting into my thoughts.

“What’s that?”

“When we would talk about your dreams and them coming true.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” I said, thinking I was fairly certain the latest was not one that would.

Mom pursed her lips in thought, and I resisted the urge to try to kiss them again.

“You know what I dream of these days?”

“What’s that?” I asked,

“I dream of a being with a man who wants to be with me. A man who gives me what I need, but makes me feel special, and appreciated,” she smiled. “Someone I can have fun with, because I know he wants all of me. Not just a lover, but someone who loves me.” She sighed. “Think that dream could come true?”

“Sure,” I nodded. “I bet there’s a guy out there who’d treat you the way you deserve to be treated.” I knew of one for sure anyway.

“Well hopefully, I find him soon, because being lonely sucks.” She gave me that little giggle again. “So does being horny.”

“Come on Mom!” I exclaimed. I wasn’t kidding, she was starting to really get to me.

“Well it’s true,” she laughed, then reaching up placed her hand on my cheek. “Not that you would know. Good looking kid like you surrounded by all those pretty little coeds. I’m sure you’re doing okay out there.”

“I’ve had a couple of girlfriends.” I said evasively, not wanting to talk about sex. God knew it was all I had been thinking of lately.

“Just a couple?” She asked. “Well, anyway you just make sure your nice to them; don’t be like your father. You want more than one, fine, but don’t lead them on okay?”

“I promise.” I told her seriously. “I’m not going to be him.”

“Good.”

She patted my cheek, then putting her hand down; let it rest on her bare stomach. I recalled my dream and imagined it sliding down beneath the covers. Shifting my gaze back to her face I looked down at her, and was struck by the position we were in. Her lying there half dressed completely relaxed and chatting away made me feel as if we were old lovers rather than mother and son. I had not been lying earlier, she truly was beautiful. The longer I looked, the more I wanted to kiss her again. After all she had kissed me earlier; I could get away with it. It wouldn’t be the type of kiss I’d been longing to give her, but still…

“Joel?”

“Huh?” I shook my head realizing I was zoning out fantasizing right in front of her.

“You must be tired,” Mom said. “I’ll let you go to sleep, but I have a question for you.”

“What’s that?” I asked, relieved that I could roll over and put some distance between us.

“So what are you dreaming about these days?” She smiled. “What do you want to have more than anything else right now?”

“Oh,” I could feel myself starting to flush as I had the image of her lying beneath me, not saying my name, but moaning it. “I…well.”

Mom frowned…

“Is it to be able to get back to USC? Or maybe UNC? ” She shook her head, “I’m sorry you have to take a semester off honey I feel bad, but…”

“No worries.” I told her, not wanting her to get upset. “It’s a semester, I’ll be fine.”

She nodded sadly and looking down at her I decided to answer her with a half truth.

“You know what I dream about now, what I’d most like to see?” I asked her.

“What’s that honey?”

“For your dream to come true.” I told her. “For you to find that guy that can make you happy, that’s what I dream of.” I left out the part where I was the one who could make her that way, but that was for the best.

“Really?” Mom asked giving me a huge smile. “Joel, you really are the sweetest guy I know! Thank you!”

Mom leaned up again to kiss me. I didn’t turn my head, leaving it up to her where she kissed me. To my delight I received another quick peck on the lips. I didn’t kiss back for fear of trying to put more into it, but enjoyed it nonetheless. Letting herself lean back against the pillow, Mom stretched again, and I forced my eyes to look down at the sheet between us. When I looked up, Mom had her hand to her face and was stifling a yawn.

“Excuse me,” She said.

“Yeah, let’s get some sleep.” I said. “I’m beat.”

“Good idea,” Mom said, rolling over onto her side to face me. “Tomorrow is going to be a long hard day.”

I glanced down and caught a clear view of her tits propped up as she lay on her side. Quickly rolling over onto my back, I thought that it was going to be a long hard night as well.

“Sweet dreams Joel.”

“Sweet dreams Mom.” I whispered. Yeah right.

*****

I laid there staring up at the ceiling fan, and with a sigh turned my head to look at the clock. It was just after midnight. Mom and I had said goodnight around eleven and I still couldn’t fall asleep. Physically I was exhausted, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. It needed to soon. The plan was to get up at seven, grab a quick bite and be on the road by eight thirty. We were about three hours away from Charlotte, and Mom’s friend Jill, her husband, and her two sons were meeting us at one to help us move in.

I felt movement next to me, and turned to see that Mom had rolled over onto her back. I was ready to look away, when she lifted her leg and kicked the sheet off of her.

“Hot.” She mumbled, more asleep than awake.

And getting hotter, I thought disgustedly, as I was now confronted by the sight of her long legs, encased in only those silky little red shorts. I caught myself wondering what the hell she was thinking. After all she knew I was going to be in bed with her, yet here she was wearing what looked like lingerie, never mind she hadn’t been wearing anything under her robe and changed in front of me. Closing my eyes, I forced myself to think rationally. The simple reason for the clothes or lack of, was that I was her damn son, and she was comfortable and not thinking that I would be looking at her. As for the undressing in front of me, she had changed behind me. I had decided to be a pig and turn around to watch in the mirror.

My eyes narrowed as I noticed that when Mom slid down, the shorts had tightened around her crotch. They were so tight that I could make out the outline of her pussy. I felt my cock stirring and jerked my head around to stare back at the ceiling. I felt myself starting to sweat even more. My mother’s pussy. I shouldn’t even be using those two words in the same sentence. I shook my head, how the hell had this started? An hour ago I would have thought just recently, but when Mom had reminded me of how I used to always kiss her on the mouth, I was starting to wonder.

Most boys at one time or another thought their mother was pretty, but in my case it really was true. When I was entering high school Mom was only thirty three. and nothing short of a knockout. If I had any doubts that I was the only one who thought so, they were erased in high school. In the warm weather Mom would stand outside the car while waiting to pick me up. She’d be wearing shorts and tank top, and some of my friends would follow me out there just to look at her.

We had a decent size swimming pool, and that summer we had my birthday party outside. There were over a dozen of my friends over as well as some of the neighbors. Mom had come out wearing a two piece red bikini, and there wasn’t a kid there that didn’t have his mouth open. That effect was not limited to my friends, as I noticed many of their fathers looking as well. I remember my father had taken her aside and told her to go change.

After that, anytime I had friends over to go swimming, Mom never joined us, and if she was outside, she was wearing more ‘appropriate attire’ as dad called it the night of my party when I heard him yelling at her. In fact if I recalled correctly, it wasn’t too long after that, that he had sat me down and told me to stop kissing my mother on the lips. That I was too old for that, and there were girls my age I should be thinking about doing that with.

I frowned as I lied there. My father was an asshole. His recently leaving my mother was the icing on the cake, but he always had been, I had just been too young to see it. In fact, it was thanks to dear old dad that I was here in the first place. I suppose I should not have been surprised when Mom called me right after Thanksgiving to tell me that her and Dad were through. Things had been bad between them my last year of high school, and I’d felt bad leaving Rhode Island to go all the way out to California, feeling that Mom needed me.

Mom had told me not to be ridiculous, USC was my dream school and to go out there and study and have a good time, she would be fine. Part of me knew better, after years of holding an inside sales job, my father had suddenly started going back out on the road, sometimes traveling for weeks at a time. Mom had told me that this was how it was when I was younger. Mom met Dad at a club back when she was eighteen. He was ten years older than her and making good money. In his defense, she had lied about her age, saying she was twenty one.

They went out for a few months and Mom ended up pregnant. Dad married her, and bought a nice house, but traveled constantly, leaving Mom home alone with me most of the time. As I got older Mom told him he had a family and needed to take a job that kept him home. For what it was worth, he may as well not have bothered. Even working locally he was never around. Mom taught me how to throw and hit, and took me to my little league games. Almost every good memory I had was of the two of us.

Despite the fact he wasn’t around much, Dad had a lot to say about Mom and how she dressed and what she did. He would ask me if she went out alone or if she talked to any of the guys at the games. When I got older I realized he was jealous and possessive. He himself never wanted to seem to bother with Mom, but didn’t want her having a life of her own. I remember them arguing bitterly when I was around ten and Mom announced she was getting a job. Recently Mom told me that he had wanted more kids, but she refused, because she was already practically raising me alone and didn’t want more. She added that he was from the bare foot and pregnant school, and had it not been for me she would have left him years ago.

The only time they went out, was if it were functions for Dad’s company or he was entertaining clients. Then he was more than happy to dress up his trophy wife and take her out. Apparently all the other times he went out was with other women as when Mom had called me, she told me she had caught him cheating. Not only had she caught him red handed with a clients wife, but she had gotten into his e-mails and found proof that he had been carrying on with several women some of them for years.

If at the end of the day, all Dad’s leaving would mean is that Mom was free to start a new life, their divorce would have been a good thing. But as always, Dad had thought only of himself, and screwed Mom and I over. Although Mom had been with the insurance agency for ten years, she was only making around forty a year, and no way could she afford the mortgage on her own. She could have chased Dad for alimony as he made double that, but she wanted nothing from him. Well that wasn’t true, what she wanted was for him to continue to pay his share of my tuition.Dad balked, claiming that now that he was ‘starting over’ he couldn’t afford it. This he told me to my face, as a couple of weeks after Mom called me; he flew out to see me. Or so I thought. In reality he had a client to see on the west coast and was generous enough to make me a pit stop. I had been pissed off asking him how he could cheat on Mom. He tried a bullshit line, of ‘she didn’t take care of him’. No longer a child and fed up with his crap, I had responded that maybe she would have if he had ever been home. I asked him what the hell he wanted, after all even just looking at it from a physical point of view, Mom was ten years younger than him, sweet, smart and gorgeous, how was that not good enough?

My father smirked and told me that someday I would know what he meant, that I would want to have my cake and eat it too. Mom was a good looking woman and a great mother, but there was a lot more fun to be had. When I shook my head, he laughed and said it was as simple as asking the question of why eat the same meal every night when you could go to the buffet? He said real men understood that. I told him real men were secure enough to stay with and love one woman and that he needed to take his mid life crisis bullshit and get out of my face.

Dad shook his head disgustedly, saying that I had always been a momma’s boy. I told him that if he had been around more maybe that wouldn’t have been the case. Dad’s final comment was something that seemed stupid then, but now seemed to have more meaning. He had looked at me, and said

“You know Joel; I always thought you were a little too close to your mother, hell I had to stop you from kissing her like she was your girlfriend, then had to fight with her to stop it on her end. Figured it would stop when you moved, you’d find a real girlfriend, guess not.”

Did my father think I had a thing for my mother? Hell, I hadn’t thought I had until after that conversation. I started to turn my head to look at Mom again, but stopped myself and focused back on the events that led to being here in the first place.

After our conversation about Mom, he had dropped the bomb that he couldn’t help me with school anymore. I would later find out from Mom that he had no problem paying the rent of one of his girlfriends. Initially Mom had told me to go to the school and reapply, using just her income and see if I could get financial aid. That was a dead end as according to the school, whether my parents were together or not, it was based on both their incomes.

Mom’s next idea was that when she sold the house she would use her half to pay for my school. I argued with her saying she would need it. Turned out it was a moot point. Behind her back my father had taken money out of the house and she stood to get very little from the sale. So the plan was I would finish the semester, then come home and go to school in Rhode Island.

At this point Mom and I were talking every night. Sometimes just a few minutes, a quick hello so I knew she was doing okay. Other nights we would talk for hours. I learned a lot of the things that Mom had kept from me about my father, how he tried to control who her friends were, what she wore, and where she went. She had laughed once, and said that she was now wearing whatever she wanted, just because she could.

During some of our talks, Mom would be angry and I let her vent, other times she would end up in tears and it killed me not to be there for her. When spring break came I was going to try to come home, but Mom had said her best friend Jill, who had moved to North Carolina a couple of years ago, had invited her up there for a few days. The next time I talked to her was a week later and she told me she was moving there during the summer.

Jill owned two homes, one of which she rented and was currently empty. The insurance company Mom worked for was a national chain. There was a branch in Charlotte and they agreed to transfer her, so she now had a job and a place to live. Now when I came home it was to help her pack up the house and move with her. When Mom had met me at the airport, it had been the first time I’d seen her in six months. The first thing I’d noticed was that she had not been kidding about wearing what she wanted.

Mom was in a short little red sundress that barely covered her ass. The dress tied around her neck, and the entire back was open. She had thrown herself into my arms, and as I held her, I felt myself choke up. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her. From the airport we went out for lunch and I couldn’t help but notice every guy in the place looking at her as she walked by. Not that I could blame them, she had never looked better.

I certainly couldn’t remember ever seeing her smile so much. I asked her if she were happy to be a single woman again, and she simply laughed and said she was happy to be with me. Over lunch she told me that she’d put the house up for sale in April, figuring it would take some time to sell, and hopefully it would move by the end of the summer. To her surprise she got a buyer right away and told me we had three weeks to move.

On one hand it was a lot of work, but then again it would be a load off of her mind and she would get some money to start over. It would also give us some time to get used to North Carolina and get me a jump on looking for work. The first few nights I was back home were fun and uneventful. Granted we were working our asses off in the house, but I enjoyed spending time with her. The only thing I found a little disturbing was that Mom really seemed to be getting a kick out of not having my father complain about her clothing, because she was letting it all hang out.

Sundresses, short skirts accompanied by heeled sandals, and low cut skimpy tops seemed part of her everyday attire. I jokingly asked her if she were trying to get attention, and to let me know if she wanted me to go stay with one of my old friends some night. Mom had rolled her eyes and said she was showing off for her, not anyone else. That she was enjoying the freedom and didn’t care about the attention. Well whether she cared or not, she was getting plenty of it. No matter where we went heads turned. Once Mom took my hand when we were walking through the mall, and said she was going to pretend we were together so they would leave her alone in the stores.

I shrugged and asked why not say I’m her son. Mom winked and said she’d rather them think she was a hot cougar who had herself a boy toy. I laughed my ass off at that one. Mom frowned and told me I was good looking enough to be one. After all she added with a wink, didn’t I look just like her? That was undeniable, we not only shared the same big blue eyes, but I had the same blonde hair and fair complexion. Both Mom and I tanned easily and usually were quite dark by the end of the summer. I wasn’t sure about boy toy material, but I had never struggled with girls. Between my looks, which like Mom, although not cocky, I knew I was decent looking; and ten years of baseball had given me a fairly muscular physique to go along with my six foot frame.

At that point, although I was quite aware of my mother’s body, she was still my mother, and my reaction was to simply shake my head. Then Friday night came and things changed. Like tonight I had decided to stay up late to watch a sox game, and Mom had announced she was going to bed. The sox were playing on the west coast, and I had planned on trying to watch the entire thing. After I caught myself dozing during the fifth inning, I decided to give it up and call it a night. As I made my way down the hallway to my old room, I passed Mom’s bedroom and stopped, thinking I’d heard her voice.

Mom’s door was open a few inches and I quietly moved over to peek into her room. The other night I’d walked by and heard her crying. I’d stood there awkwardly for a minute then knocked and went in. It was the right move. Between the divorce, being unable to keep me in school, and now leaving her home, it had hit her hard. I sat on her bed and held her as she cried, and then for awhile after she was finished. I stayed in her room and we talked for awhile, then when she looked as if she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore, I got a huge smile out of her by tucking her in and she thanked me for coming home to her.

Thinking it might be more of the same, I put my hand on the door ready to push it open when I caught a glimpse of Mom on the bed. She was lying on her back wearing the short red robe she had gone to bed in. The robe was wide open exposing her naked body beneath it. Mom’s right hand was playing with her nipple and she was moaning softly. As I stood there frozen, telling myself to walk away, but unable to, I watched Mom’s other hand slide down between her thighs. She raised her left leg, bending it at the knee and giving me a view of the inside of her thigh. Mom moaned again and she started sliding her leg back and forth as her hand moved faster between her legs.

I heard a noise and realized my mouth was open and I was breathing almost as heavy as she was. With a start, I realized I was getting hard. Mom let out a soft gasp, and bringing my eyes to her face, I felt my cock twitch again at how good she looked. Mom’s eyes were closed and her mouth open. Her head was thrown back and her moans were getting louder and coming quicker. As good as her face looked, my eyes made their way down to her tits, and I felt a sigh escape me. Goddamn did they look good!

Mom’s tits were on the smaller side, but perfectly round, with rose colored nipples, that looked even darker due to her tan lines. Those nipples were hard, and I watched transfixed as her long red fingernails teased the right one. Mom released a long moan and pushing with her leg, she lifted her hips off the bed. She started gasping and I did as well. Mom was thrusting her hips hard into her hand, which was moving quickly back and forth. From where I was I couldn’t see her pussy, but I could imagine her fingers pumping in and out of it.

“Ohhh, ohhh yes!” Mom cried out, startling me.

Her long legs straightened and her back arched, her entire body tensed as she strained to cum. Mom cried out again, and then after a long slow moan that caused my cock to start throbbing painfully in my pants, her body relaxed and she slumped back onto the bed gasping. I saw her eyes open, and immediately stepped back away from her door and went to my room. The second I closed the door, I went over to my bed and stripped my pants off.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I grabbed my cock and started pumping it furiously. There was a small part of me that tried to tell myself this was wrong, but it was lost behind the vision of my mother’s perfect tits and her hips bucking into her hand. As I stroked my cock, I envisioned the look on her face as she played with herself, and could feel my cock starting to twitch in my hand. As I recalled that long slow moan, I gasped and my cock exploded, sending cum spraying all over my stomach and thighs.

When I finished, I let myself fall back on the bed as Mom had done, and lied there panting for breath. When my body had calmed down, my mind took off as it dawned on me I had just jerked off to my mother. I’d sat up, and after disgustedly wiping myself off with my shorts, tossed on my robe and gone and taken a shower, as if I could wash away what I had just done. The next day it was hard to look at Mom, I felt so guilty. That night I had the dream that had been plaguing me every night since.

Every night I again saw her naked, and playing with herself, saw that look of ecstasy on her face, and heard those sensual moans. Although I tried to deny it, watching her masturbate had been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Sure I’d been with a few girls and had some fun, but they were girls and just didn’t seem to have the raw sex appeal my mother did. After I’d had the dream a couple of nights in a row, the day dreams had started. Mom’s outfits were now killing me. I found it almost impossible not to stare at her legs, or check out her ass, when she bent over.

The last couple of weeks, I had been the victim of every porn cliché in the book. I’d come home from the store one day to catch her just coming out of the shower. She hadn’t thought I was home and had barely gotten the towel up in time. Even though she did, I ended up in my room, jerking off to the site of her in just a towel, her wet hair plastered to her back, her skin still damp, from the steamy water. Another night I’d gone by and her door had been open a bit. When I glanced in, she was sitting up reading. I went into my room, and three times found myself back in the hallway. The last time I stayed outside her door, concealed by the darkness of the hallway and just watched her sit there.

I’d felt like a stalker, but my patience was rewarded. I was just starting to turn around, when I saw her put the book down and slide down onto the bed. Like the first night, Mom undid her robe and opened it. Underneath she was topless, but wearing a pair of black panties. I’d stood there in the hallway and stroking my cock through my shorts, watched my mother get off. When she was finished, I felt a stab of fear go through me as her head turned towards the doorway. I knew she couldn’t see me, but swear she looked right at me. As she turned her head away I swore she had a slight smile on her face and wondered if she’d caught me. Of course she hadn’t or she sure as hell wouldn’t have been smiling.

The worst by far was the swimming pool. The pool had always been Mom’s favorite part of the house and she was trying to get as much use out of it as possible during the last few weeks. Mom had already left her job, using her vacation time to pack up, and was spending at least a couple of hours a day sunning herself, and swimming. Her bathing suit was ridiculously small, the top barely covering her nipples, and the bottom was not much more than a thong. I kept trying to stay inside where she at least couldn’t see me gawking, but she always told me to come out and enjoy our last few days here. Fortunately, the one situation that never came up was her asking me to put lotion on here. It was bad enough I was envisioning something white and creamy on her skin, I sure as hell didn’t need to see it.

Even today during the move she had gotten to me. Wearing just a pair of cut off daisy duke shorts that I had no idea how the hell she got into, and a skimpy little tank top, Mom had both her ass and tits on full display. It seemed as if every time I turned around she was bending over and I was either looking down her shirt or at her ass. At least today I had felt somewhat vindicated. I had enlisted my best friend from high school Bill and his brother Joe to help us load the truck and both seemed to be taking more than a passing interest in Mom. At one point Bill smirked at me and said,

“Joel, I’m not trying to be an asshole, but I’m telling you right now that if your Mom bends over in front of me one more time, I’m going to have to jump in the pool.”

As if on cue, Mom sauntered by, carrying a box and I watched Bill watch her swing her hips as she passed.

“Christ man,” He shook his head. “I don’t know what the hell your old man is thinking!”

We had started early and had the truck packed by one. After stopping for lunch at a McDonalds we headed for North Carolina, figuring we would drive as far as we could before we got tired. Well that is before I got tired, as Mom had no desire to try to drive the twenty foot U-haul. The ride was not only long, but hard, as in I was a good part of the time. Mom had removed her shoes, and pushing the seat back as far as she could, had placed her bare feet on the dashboard.

Most of the ride was highway, giving my eyes ample time to keep looking in her direction. I could see her legs without really turning my head, and spent a lot of time staring at her perfectly pedicured red toe nails, and well toned calves. Turning my head under the guise of glancing at the side mirror, I would focus on her smooth tanned thighs, before turning away and trying to will away the hard on that kept trying to push its way through my jeans.

After a few hours Mom dozed off, and no longer worried about getting caught, I continued to look at her. She had put her hair up and my eyes kept lingering on her neck. As sexy as her legs looked, I found I was getting more aroused by the thought of kissing and sucking on the soft flesh there. I could imagine her moaning and breathing heavy in my ear as I did. Between the vibration of the truck and my impure thoughts there were several times I thought I might actually go off in my pants.

Now here I was lying next to her in bed and it was killing me. I had no idea what to do about it, and it certainly wasn’t anything I could talk about with anyone. I rolled my eyes as I imagined telling Billy,

“So hey Bill, know how you think my Mom’s hot? Well I do too and I’ve been thinking about fucking her, what do you think?” Yeah, not so much. I’d thought it might pass, but it was getting worse and worse. Mom’s behavior was not helping much. She had always been very affectionate with me, a little too much according to dad apparently, and had seemed more so lately. Tonight’s little pecks on the lips, brought back fond memories, but also encouraged more taboo thoughts. Even the way she had laid next to me, had gotten me going.

Maybe the move would help. It would be a new start; she would start meeting new people and maybe find someone. For that matter, I would be working full time for a few months then starting school again, so maybe I’d meet a girl and forget about this sick obsession. In the meantime, I would just have to hope that this thing would run its course, and try to put some distance between us. Find some things to do to keep me out of the house. It was as good a plan as any, but didn’t do anything for the current situation. With a sigh I closed my eyes and tried to shut my racing mind and libido down.

My eyes jerked open, at a touch on my shoulder. I turned my head to see Mom lying on her side, looking at me.

“I’m sorry honey,” she whispered. “Did I wake you?”

“Uh, yeah, but that’s okay.” I said

My eyes left her face to look at her hand which had slid from my shoulder, to rest on my chest.

“Joel, I can’t sleep.”

“Lot on your mind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as Mom started moving her fingers, her long nails lightly caressing me.

“Not my mind,” Mom answered while propping herself up on her elbow. “Your mind.”

Carefully avoiding looking down at her tits which I’m sure were all but falling out of her shirt, I asked. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’ve been awake Joel, and I know what you’re thinking about.”

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, did she really know? Trying to play it off I nodded.

“Well there’s school, and moving, and….”

“And your mother’s legs, and tits and nice soft lips,” She smiled. “Both sets I imagine.”

“I…”

Mom stopped me by putting her finger to my lips. Sliding close to me she whispered in my ear.

“Don’t even try to deny it Joel, you have a fucking hard on every time I’m in the room, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me in that mirror. You’re thinking about fucking me aren’t you honey?”

“Of…of course not!” I exclaimed, trying to sound offended. “That would be…”

“Exactly what I want.” Mom said softly.

Before I could answer she leaned down and kissed me. Unlike earlier this was no quick peck, but a real kiss. I tried to turn my head away, pretend I didn’t want to. But when I felt Mom’s soft wet tongue press against my lips, I opened my mouth and moaned as she slid it against my own. Still kissing me, Mom rolled onto her knees so that she was over me, and pressed her mouth harder into mine. Reaching up I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, and moaned again as her tongue played across mine. Breaking the kiss, Mom smiled down at me.

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