"Mom, I'll be ready in 20 minutes."
"OK, but don't be late if you want your favorite dish nice and warm!"
Unfortunately I wasn't able to finish my computer work in the next 15 minutes.
I sighed and closed my laptop. I'll finalize it later.
I put on a clean shirt and went to the kitchen.
Mom was with her back to me, putting the final touches on the dessert.
I came behind her and hugged her waist, "Mom, I am already 25 years old and you treat me like a baby!"
"Honey, you ARE my baby boy and I love you. You helped me many times filling necessary documents, fixing the sink, taking the garbage out, driving me after the accident... Why can't I spoil you once in a blue moon with your favorite meal?"
"Because it takes a lot of effort and time..."
"So what?! Do I look like I am in a hurry to go somewhere? Your father goes 3 evenings a week to the health club to exercise, while I do mine in the mornings, so later in the day I am free. And it is especially nice to have my son to myself for a change..."
"Mom, I love you too and you know it. I am married now, so I have less time to spend with you..."
"I know darling, I do not blame you, but I miss you a lot. Your mother is a complainer, so don't take it seriously..."
I turned mom around and kissed her forehead lovingly, "I had a discussion with Doris last night. She mentioned that she wanted to join a dancing course 2 evenings a week.
She knows how much I hate dancing, so she said that I didn't have to join. Two of her coworkers will also be there with her. I was relieved. What it means is that now I may have more time to annoy you..."
Mom's million dollar smile always brightened my day. It was now on full display.
"Baby... Sorry Mike, I keep forgetting that you hate it when I do not address you as an adult. If you have more time to spend with your old mother... I'll be happy!"
"Mom, stop exaggerating! You are in the prime of your life and look much better than 95% of much younger women!"
Whining, "So some women are prettier than me. I'll have to fix it as soon as possible.
Do you think that the best way to do it is by going to yoga? A lot of make up? Plastic surgery?..."
I laughed, "In my opinion you are the prettiest woman in the world! If you want to improve on ANYTHING, you can easily do it by wearing different clothes. Mom, we can talk about it later. Let's eat before all of your culinary efforts turn into a burned mishmash."
"Yes, let's eat, but you owe me an explanation about your nasty remark concerning my clothes!"
The slow cooked orange chicken was delicious. The brown rice and small pickled cucumbers on the side made it perfect!
"Mom, I'd say that the meal was worth 9.3 on the Michelin scale."
"What was missing to make it 10?"
"A dessert! ANY dessert that has chocolate in it!..."
"You are so impatient! If you look in the fridge, a chocolate pudding is waiting there just for you. In the second drawer you'll find a fresh chocolate cake. And if you pay more attention to the shelf on your right, you can see a variety of Leonidas pralines!..."
"Mom, I apologize... You deserve 10.3 out of 10... Can I make it up to you by offering my advice about your clothes?"
"I see that you are in the mood to criticize your mother today. Wait here, I am going to bring my wooden spoon and beat you up!"
I hugged my mother and kissed her cheek, "Mom, you are young and attractive. But it seems to me that you dress up to COVER yourself instead of using nicer clothes and being proud of how you look!"
"Mike, I am married now. What do you expect me to wear outside? A bikini?..."
"Woman, you'd look fantastic in a bikini, but my intention was different. Keep your formal 'old-lady-suits' in the closet and begin wearing them when you turn 70. Start having on nice dresses, skirts and tighter blouses. Are you ashamed of your body?..."
"Oh boy! I am 46 now. Your suggestion is that I dress up like a 20 something..."
"Mom, since I hardly see dad around lately, I'll have to take over. Your 46 birthday is 3 weeks from now. I plan to buy you several items and force you to wear them when you are with me. You will have them on when we go to a restaurant, to a movie or just stroll around! And you better say 'yes', or I am not visiting you anymore. I can just call you on the phone or zoom with you like other people my age do with their moms..."
Whining, "This is my son, who pretends to love me... blackmails me... I used to think that MY BIRTHDAY was supposed to be MY day!..."
"Mom, take it or leave it!"
"...I'll take it, but don't be surprised if one day I'll hit you hard!..."
"I know... And I am scared already."
I kissed her cheek one more time, "Mom, thanks again for slaving to make my favorite food. I'll see you again Wednesday."
I went home and finished preparing the slides for my talk.
Doris, my wife, wasn't home.
I relaxed in front of my TV. There wasn't any program that interested me, so I started reminiscing about my life...
My dad, Chris, was 48 years old, 6'2", 210lbs. He was an excellent wide receiver in college, where he met my mom, Vivian. She was a 5'3" beauty on the cheerleading team. They married 27 years ago and had me, their only child, 2 years later.
Dad started as a construction worker and at present he is a team leader.
Mom became a librarian and these days she works part time in the local library.
I inherited my father's body (I am 6'1", 200lbs), but I am less rough-mannered.
I guess mentally I am 'a softy', more like my mother...
Three years ago I married my sweetheart, Doris, and we live 7 blocks from my parents.
Doris's parents moved to Oklahoma years ago and we meet once a year on a holiday.
We used to visit my parents more often before, but lately Doris and I became busier, so all 4 of us meet about once a month for dinner.
Doris is a high school teacher.
I just got promoted to a system analyst in a company that works closely with Microsoft.
Doris and I have comfortable life. We've decided to wait before bringing children to the world. Our salaries are reasonable and every now and then we take time to travel.
Among the two of us, Doris is the more adventurous one, whether it's the clothes she chooses to wear, a more strenuous hike or bungy jumping on a trip, or... in sex.
As I mentioned before, unlike my rough-demeanor father and extrovert adventurous wife, my personality closely resembled my mother's. Both of us were always somewhat emotional, but more introvert and less boisterous or aggressive.
Dad was much of the time busier outside the house, so we hardly connected. Mom tried to fill the gap by being there for me every time I needed somebody. Mom never hit me or shouted at me, even on occasions that I screwed up ( Like when I went to my neighbor's house and picked peaches without permission... or when my football left a dent on her car...).
I guess I loved mom since birth.
My feelings toward her changed when my hormones started affecting my brain.
On my 18th birthday I came home early and stayed in my room with my door open.
Mom was in the bathroom and was not aware of me being home.
I saw her coming out of the shower naked with a towel wrapped around her hair.
With my mouth agape I watched her strolling slowly toward her bedroom, singing a famous Madonna tune.
She didn't have any make up on... and looked very amazing!
Her full naked tits were proudly protruding forward, displaying dark pink nipples.
Her tummy was flat. The mound had very little hair.
On her back side the ass cheeks were round and sexy, ending up with a perfect waistline and down with shapely legs.
I was mesmerized.
Only when mom was about to enter her bedroom she noticed me.
Her first reaction was to remove the towel from her hair and cover her chest and pubic area, "Mike, I didn't know you were at home... Sorry to walk naked like this..."
I was still speechless and it took me a long time to recover.
Then embarrassingly I mumbled, "Mom, it's not your fault. I should have verified that no one was in the bathroom..."
"Well son, if you are still shocked after seeing an old body in the nude... What can I say, I am no longer a teenager..."
"Mom, you are better looking than any teenager and I love you."
However, since that day I began thinking of mom differently.
She was no longer my loving mother, but a VERY SEXY loving mother.
If she knew how many deviant fantasies I had in my head that involved her, she'd probably kick me out of the house...
As a total freak I checked her drawers, touched her 34C soft bras and sniffed her colorful panties. While embarrassing to admit it, I used some of her soiled items during masturbations too...
I kept it a secret from everybody, but in my wildest imagination, mom would one day be mine...
I met Doris in my 11th grade. I was attracted to her from first sight. She was 5'2", 115lbs...
You guessed right - She looked a lot like mom, although her hair was longer.
On our wedding night some guests confused mom and Doris to be sisters!
Dad was joking too, "Vivian, your young sister looks fantastic. Should I have married her instead?" I recall mom blushing and Doris laughing her ass off...
The next weekend I took mom shopping.
She protested, but I insisted.
Beforehand I checked on-line women clothing stores near us and led her to one of them.
Inside the store she went by herself in one direction and I moved the opposite way. We agreed to meet 15 minutes later.
After 20 minutes I saw her. She was holding 2 items. A gray long skirt and a blue loose blouse.
"Mom, what you chose will look nice on you in 20-30 years. In the meantime, I want you to try these."
She stared at my selection - 2 skirts and 2 blouses.
She blurted, "Mike, you know that I love you and want you to be proud of me, but the things you picked are for younger girls..."
"Mom, I don't need to tell you that chronological age has nothing to do with appearance. You are gorgeous and have nothing to hide. Don't flaunt your assets, but I do not see a reason to hide anything either! Please try them and we'll see how they look on you."
She gave up and went to measure a beige skirt with a light blue, somewhat tight blouse.
She came out of the fitting room and gazed at me.
I was in awe! She looked amazing. All of a sudden her nice legs were breathing fresh air and her ample breasts were noticeable!
"Mike, I think that the blouse is too small."
I brought her a similar blouse that was one size bigger. This one was more loose on her chest and in my opinion too big, but it was a good beginning, so I didn't argue.
Then she tried the other set, that included a bodycon midi skirt with a sleeveless white blouse.
I loved the combination. Mom was embarrassed, but agreed to take it, after I begged her. I promised her that she'd wear it only when we were alone, or on other occasions that SHE felt comfortable to have them on.
Ten days later I found out Doris dancing course schedule.
The two days were Monday and Wednesday.
I checked with mom and learned from her that dad was out Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Great! So now mom and I could spend time together on Mondays and Wednesdays!
I remember the first Wednesday we went to a movie together. Mom was wearing a long coat to the cinema. But when it became dark, she removed the coat and remained with the tight midi dress and white blouse!
She whispered, "I thought that if we are on a date, my clothes should please you..."
I kissed her cheek, "Mom, you look marvelous in ANY clothes, but in this set you are really stunning!"
"Son, you are such a flatterer... The other day I already made your favorite dish. What else would you like?..."
I stayed quiet for a long moment, not daring to say what I was really thinking about. And then I blurted, "Next date let's go to a good restaurant."
"Mike, you are spoiling me. What do I do when you won't be available to save me from being alone and bored?..."
"Mom, it won't happen!"
I placed my hand around mom's shoulder and she leaned on my upper chest.
The movie was a chick flick. I wasn't much into it, but mom loved it. During the movie she became immersed in the plot. She laughed and shed tears when the actors had fun or suffered, respectively.
I was sitting, sometimes watching her emotional reactions and between these episodes I was dozing off...
I woke up when the lights were on.
Mom glanced at me, "So how did you like the movie?"
"I thought that it was good."
"Oh Mike, you are such a lousy liar! I watched you asleep a couple of times, so the movie did not interest you very much. Actually, I suspected that a romantic film won't be your cup of tea, but it was nice of you to do it for me. You are a true gentleman! The only thing I could do for you was to wear YOUR choice of my attire... Yes, I caught you looking at my clothes once or twice... Do you still think that the skirt and blouse look good on me?"
"Mom, this evening is nice and warm outside. Let's stroll downtown with me holding your coat and you walk just the way you are. I think that this combination compliments your body without overdoing it."
"If you really want me to walk like that, I need a glass of wine to loosen up..."
"That's the spirit mom!...
After sipping her white wine, we went outside.
The fresh air and mild breeze were very pleasant.
We strolled along the main avenue.
Some stores were still open. Much of the crowd gathered in and around the restaurants and bars.
I enjoyed the variety of music that was playing along the way.
Occasionally I turned my head to see how mom was doing.
In the beginning she was nervous and looked around, but eventually she calmed down and her walk became more normal.
Well, I'd say 'normal for her', because even at home with simple clothes her walk was sensual. So now with her tight skirt and higher heel shoes, her walk was sexy as hell!
I counted 6 people watching her behind in the first 200 yards. Five were men and one woman...
"Mom, you look fantastic! While you were looking at store windows, I checked the people around. Men of all ages were admiring your amazing figure, that shows nicely in these clothes."
"Mike, how can you be sure that they weren't looking in disgust, thinking that I am too old to dress like that?..."
"Because I saw their expression! And to remind you, Halle Berry, Jennifer Lopez, Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett... they are all in their 50s and dress like that or even 'riskier'. Mom, you are more attractive than any one of them, take my word for it!"
She smirked, "With all due respect, that's what every son is supposed to say to his mom, even if she is ugly! Don't you think that you are slightly biased?!..."
"Mom, I am biased, because I love you. BUT, if you weren't my mother and I could choose a date with any one of these pretty women, I'd definitely take you!..."
She sighed and slipped her palm into mine.
It was an interesting feeling to walk hand in hand with mom, like 2 young lovers...
I suggested to sit down for a coffee or alcoholic drink, but mom said that she was tired.
Her eyes were lustrous, but her body was exhausted.
Mom seemed to enjoy everything immensely, but it was too much for her.
We returned home.
Mom kissed my cheek.
She had a strange expression on her face, "Honey, do you mind if I go and take a shower? You can stay here. I'll make hot tea for us and then you leave..."
"OK mom."
She grabbed a long robe from the bedroom and entered the bathroom.
I was on my way to the living room and didn't noticed it at first, but going back to the kitchen I realized that the bathroom door was not completely closed.
I hesitated, but few minutes later I decided that it was too good to miss, even if I was a pervert!...
I stood by the door and glanced through the crack.
Mom was sitting naked by the mirror, lifting up her hair to tie it, before taking a shower.
She took her time and after her hair was up, she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body.
Her ample tits looked like those in Playboy magazine that men ogle on!
She continued turning sideways and then 180 degrees, as if checking for defects, that did not exist...
My prick was at full mast after the first minute. Mom's show lasted much longer!...
I was at awe and... needed to cum!...
She entered the shower and I hurried to another bathroom.
Moments later I ejaculated into a toilet paper...
I put on the kettle and waited for mom in the living room.
She came out smiling, "Darling, I just found out that the bathroom door wasn't completely closed. You didn't take advantage of it, did you?"
I blushed and lowered my head.
She started laughing, but did not talk.
We drank the tea, every now and then gazing at each other lovingly.
When we were done, I kissed her cheek and said, "Mom, it was a lovely evening with you. I would be happy to go out with you whenever you wish."
"Mike, I enjoyed it too. And you were right about the tasteful clothes... From now on, whenever we have another outdoor-date, I promise to wear whatever you want!"
I chuckled, "Mom, I recorded every word you just said. My intention is to corrupt you! I'll make you wear beautiful dresses, so that every man who sees you will stop in his tracks, admire your body and be jealous of me! And women will hate you for distracting their men!..."
"Mikey, you are so naughty!"
I smiled at her and left.
I walked home whistling happily. It was a perfect evening with mom, except that she now knows that I peeked at her naked body.
But she didn't get upset...
I passed by the Holliday inn. There weren't many cars.
But what's this? My dad's car was parked there...
I was too fatigued to think. I reached my house moments later.
Doris wasn't home yet.
I fell asleep within 15 minutes.
Mom's birthday was fast approaching. It was next weekend.
I reminded Doris about it and asked her what present would be adequate.
"Mike, we shouldn't make too much fuss. It's not a BIG birthday. It's 46... I think that flowers should be enough. If you want to buy her chocolates, go ahead..."
The day before the birthday party I bought a nice bouquet of white and red roses and mint pralines that mom liked to munch on after dinner.
I 'neglected to mention' to Doris that I bought mom something more personal too!...
I called dad cellphone and made sure that he'd be there as well.
Last I went to a liquor store and purchased 4 bottles of mom and dad's preferred alcoholic beverages.
Doris and I arrived at 7 pm.
I kissed mom on her forehead and she hugged me.
My wife handed her the flowers with the pralines, "Vivian, happy birthday. You look beautiful for your age. I wish I'd look like you when I am in my 40s!"
Mom glanced at her for a long moment and blurted, "Doris, you are young and pretty, you shouldn't think about 20 years from now. Continue enjoying the present!..."
Doris chortled, "Thanks for the compliment. I will..."
Dad entered the living room.
He stared at Doris body and whistled, "Hi gorgeous. Nice to see you here!"
Doris blushed and didn't answer. She sat across from dad.
Mom and I sat across each other on both their sides.
Dad moved to his chair. He was somewhat wobbly. Did he drink too much already?
Instead of sitting he went to one of the drawers, pulled a nice peach cobbler and brought it to the table with vanilla ice cream, "Everybody, this is a fresh cobbler that I highly recommend. I also put on the kettle, so each one can make his or her drink - Coffee, tea or chocolate, you choose."
He gave the first piece to mom, kissing her hard on the lips. She barely reacted.
Then he cut a bigger piece, added ice cream and brought it to Doris.
He placed it in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them lightly, "Vivian, this is the younger version of you. Remember the fun we used to have when we were young?!..."
Doris face was crimson red. She remained silent.
Mom just stared at him.
Initially she looked as if she was about to explode, but then she calmed down.
I said, "Dad, let's all sit down, so mom can tell us what are her wishes for the upcoming year."
Dad chugged from his almost empty glass. He winked at me and blurted, "I know. She wants to travel and spend time with her 'baby'..."
It was clear that dad was under the influence...
Mom stayed silent in her chair.
Doris took a couple of empty plates, moved to the kitchen and was ready to make coffees.
Dad mumbled that he was going to the bathroom and left the table.
I hugged mom, "Take it easy mom. I'll make it up to you later."
Then I took the tray with the remaining cobbler and ice cream to the kitchen.
At the entrance I saw dad with his palm on my wife's ass... He was caressing it!
I stopped at the door before they saw me.
Few seconds later Doris smiled at him, whispered something and gently removed his hand.
He whispered loudly back, "Remember, you promised!"
I moved few steps back, made some noise pretending to cough and entered the kitchen as if I saw nothing. I put everything on the shelf and left the kitchen.
When all of us were back in the living room, mom stood up, "Guys, thank you very much for being here on my birthday. Now if you'll excuse me, I am tired and go to sleep." She didn't wait for response and left.
Everybody was quiet for awhile and I said, "Doris, it's time to go home."
She gave dad an angry look and went to the door without a word.
At home I waited for her in bed and asked her, "What was going on in the kitchen with dad?"
Doris stared at me as if I caught her committing a crime...
Then her look softened and she whispered, "I think he was drunk."
Even though I was curious to know what was the 'promise' about, I didn't feel like inquiring further.
"Honey, are you in the mood for 'play time'?..."
"No Mike. Not tonight."
Doris went to sleep, while my thoughts bothered me and kept me awake.
Until lately Doris libido was much stronger than mine and she was pushing me to have sex with her at least 3 times a week. However, for several weeks now she didn't mention or initiated sexual activity at all!
Was she investing too much energy on dancing? Was there a problem at work that she was reluctant to talk to me about?
Anyway, I made up my mind to leave the subject for now and see if soon she'd be back to her prior frequently-horny state again.
Monday evening, half an hour after Doris drove to her dance course, I went to visit mom again.
"Hi mom, I missed you..." I kissed her cheek.
She glanced at me and I saw tears in her eyes.
"Mom, what is going on? Did I do something wrong?? I am really sorry, I'll never do it again..."
"Oh darling, in certain areas men are so dumb!"
"Mom, you scare me. What is going on?..."
"Son, I love you and I do not know how to tell you something without hurting you..."
"Mom, you better start talking! And soon!..."
"... For quite sometime dad is cheating on me..."
"How do you know?"
"It's easier to find out than you think. I can smell her perfume on his coat. I do the laundry of his underwear and the mixed residue of both of them is there to see..."
"Do you know who the other woman is?"
She gave me a stern look, "Yes. I know her."
"If you know her, why you do not tell her that you found out about them and she should stop seeing your husband?..."
"Honey, I wish life was that easy... Listen, let's leave it for now and go outside together, just you and me."
"Mom, only on one condition!"
She grinned, "What is the condition?"
I bought something for your birthday. I'll go out with you ONLY if you wear it without arguments."
"OK Mike I promise..."
I pulled a short black dress from a bag I brought with me, "The other day after learning your measurements at the store, I thought that this will look good on you, especially if you also wear your 3" shiny black high heels."
Mom opened carefully the original cover and gasped, "Honey, this must have cost you a fortune..."
I smirked, "So I'll leave smaller inheritance to my future kids... Try it on!"
She went to the bathroom and came out 10 minutes later.
My mouth stayed open and... my cock began stirring.
The dress looked as if it was made specifically for her!
It was a tight mini, starting 2" above the knees. It hugged her curvaceous hips as if glued to her body. The narrow waist contrasted with her heavy breasts, that stood out and would make any man with minimal amount of testosterone want to touch...
My pole was pushing my zipper, trying to find an escape route...
"Mom, this dress was created just for you! In this dress your body is... to die for!..."
She gazed at the noticeable bulge in my pants and chuckled, "I see what you mean... Darling, I promised to wear whatever you choose for me and I agree that this dress looks good on me, although without your encouragement, I would never put it on... But if this is the effect it has on you now, what will happen to you when I bend like this..." and she leaned forward on the table between us.
My eyes popped out.
Her large tits were about to burst out of the generous cleavage!...
"Mom, I'll take my chances! You look so attractive and sexy! Not just sexy for your age, but sexier than most Hollywood actresses!!!"
"Mike, I really love you... I love you as a perfect son. But I also like you as MY man. Yes, you have another home and you are married to another woman, but in my heart I know, that on Monday and Wednesday afternoons you are really mine. I stay sane because of these precious moments we have together..."
"Mom, what are you trying to say?..."
"Mike, lately your father drinks too much, behaves abusively when drunk and have intimate relationship with another woman. Last time we had sex was 3 weeks ago. And you watched his disgusting conduct during my birthday. How do you think it makes me feel?..."
"Mom!... How can I help???"
"First I want to suggest something that will sound weird to you, but I think that you NEED to know it..."
"I am listening mom."
"Have you seen 'unusual behavior' of your father as of late?"
"I do not get what you are hinting at... Well, one evening I saw his car at the parking lot of the Holiday inn. And during your birthday he was too tipsy and flirted with my wife. But I hardly see him lately, so I may have missed other things..."
"Mike, once you leave my house, explore again the same parking lot. If you see your dad's car there, look at the other cars to find if any of the cars look familiar..."
"Mom, I am not familiar with your and dad's acquaintances and friends..."
"I know darling, but do me a favor and inspect the area. There aren't many cars there, so it won't take long... You know what, please check it now. I promise to go out with you anywhere you want with this pretty dress next time."
"OK mom. I'd rather spend quality time with you. but if you insist..."
"Once you arrive home, please call me on the phone. And remember that I do love you Mikey!"
It took me less than 10 minutes to walk to Holiday inn. There were about 30 cars in the lot. Even with the lights on it was not easy to identify the cars. Dad's car was parked in the far corner. I checked the other cars.
'It cannot be!... Doris small red car was parked on the other side!'
I walked home devastated... Dad and my wife?!!
Suddenly dad's playing with her in the kitchen the other evening made more sense...
He may have been drunk, but he knew that Doris would not make a scene...
At home I phoned mom, "How long did you know about dad and Doris?"
"For several weeks now. I didn't want to hurt you by telling you the truth, but you would have found it eventually and be even more upset. The real question is what is the best thing for us to do..."
"Mom, right now I feel terrible. And my guess is that knowing about your husband doing it with his son's wife does not make it easy for you either... Let's calm down and keep it to ourselves for now. Next afternoon we meet, we'll come up with something, OK?"
"Honey, your plan to get over the emotional aspect first and then find a practical way to deal with the whole situation sounds very mature and... right! I am so proud of you... And always remember what I said before - I really REALLY love you a lot!..."
"I love you too mom. Good night!"
I tossed and turned in bed for about 2 hours, unable to fall asleep.
All of a sudden the front door opened and Doris entered.
I pretended to be sound asleep.
Doris grabbed something from the closet and entered the shower.
Twenty minutes later she was beside me in bed.
Doris was familiar with my snoring for years and recognized that I was awake.
She whispered, "Sorry to wake you up. The dancing was fun, but it finished late."
"Don't worry about it."
Doris was out in 10 minutes. It took me another hour before my brain gave up and I fell asleep.
The next morning I was struggling.
Trying to talk to your cheating wife as if everything was hunky dory was not easy.
I never considered myself a good actor or a good liar...
But I was fairly successful - Doris did not show any sign that she felt something unusual in my talk or actions.
At work I was distracted a lot.
Luckily there was nothing urgent or an issue that required a lot of concentration, so the work day passed without me causing a major damage.
Toward the end of the day I started calming down.
It dawned on me that this was the new reality.
The only one I could now trust was mom.
Did I want to divorce Doris?... Would mom consider divorcing dad?...
But deep down I knew that divorce was always difficult, both mentally and financially.
I decided to let mom talk first. She was smart and practical. Perhaps she'd have great ideas...
The next afternoon I arrived to mom's house.
She was having on a long loose robe.
"Mike darling, do you want to talk first or go outside and talk later?"
"I'd like us to talk. We need to make some tough decisions..."
Mom stared at me with tears in her eyes, "You have no idea how much I struggled whether to tell you about dad & Doris or when to do it. I knew that it will break your heart..."
I went toward her, "Mom, you did the right thing."
She hugged me back, "You are the only one I have left..."
Her big soft boobs were moving freely, suggesting that mom was braless.
They poked my side, distracting me from the issue at hand...
My dick began engorging.
To prevent her from feeling my stiffness, I tried to disengage my lower body from hers, but she hugged me harder and I could not hide my member's condition.
"Honey, that's all right. I love ALL OF YOU. Yes, it includes your naughty penis, that wakes up every time that I am around, either too close or...less dressed!"
"Mom, for a long time my feelings toward you are more than toward a mom... I know that it may be a shock and disappointment, but I have dreamt about you many times! And not all the dreams were... appropriate!"
"Mike, I know about your fascination with my body for quite sometime. The fact that you chose to marry a girl who looks almost like my own daughter, to trying to sneak a peek at my cleavage, to watching my naked body in the bathroom the other day before I took a shower..."
"... And it didn't bother you that I was thinking about you like a pervert? It was almost like committing incest!..."
"Darling, do you think that I am the virgin Mary? I haven't had sex for weeks and I was courted by a handsome young stud, who tried his best to hide his fascination with my bodily assets... Don't you get it? I was attracted to you no less than you wanted me... The only difference was that I considered myself the adult one here, thus suppressed my feelings and needs for too long... Do you remember that the other day I told you that I'd wear whatever you wanted to see me in? The real meaning was to signal to you that I was ready for... anything! We women frequently give hints and expect men to understand the real meaning behind it. Unfortunately, these hints are misunderstood too often, so I tell you straight - Honey, if you want something, you just have to ask. And I do not mean it only about my clothes..."
I was stunned, "Mom... are you suggesting that the two of us... may be... together?!..."
Mom glanced at me, her pretty eyes focused on my face, "Yes Mike, I do!..."
I stared at mom admiringly, "What we have here is so unique! Dad and my wife together and at the same time we two may end up a couple as well!..."
"Mike, it will happen only if you want it... Only if you feel comfortable living a lie! I am attracted to you, but I won't push you into doing it if you have ANY reservations..."
"Mom... to me your speech had only one message - Mike, your fantasy is being served to you on a silver platter! Mom, don't you get it - I want you more than anything and anybody else for years! And now the whole Doris & dad complication... I want you even more!!!"
I moved my face toward hers. She closed her eyes and slightly spread her luscious lips.
I kissed her full lips gently. They felt soft and compliant.
I kissed her again. Mom's lips opened wider for me.
My tongue penetrated her hot mouth and for the first time met her trembling tongue.
My hand had a mind of it's own and I found myself caressing mom's fantastic tit over her robe.
She moaned and then put her palm on mine.
Together our hands explored the mysteries of her breast over the robe.
A couple of minutes later she grabbed my hand, inserted it inside her robe and my palm met her smooth areola.
I moved slowly toward her nipple. It hardened under my touch.
I tweaked it and mom moaned again.
She placed one of her hands on my pants over the bulge and trailed along my hardness.
She whispered, "Mike, Your buddy is huge! And it's rock hard... Doesn't it hurt? Do you want my help? I'll be happy to..."
"Mom, I often dreamt about you being ready and willing to help my sexual needs. All of these episodes ended up with me erupting within seconds..."
"Dear boy, if you are concerned that you'll climax too soon, I wouldn't worry about it! Young men, especially after a period of long draught, tend to orgasm prematurely at first. The ability to have erection multiple times a day and a lot of stamina easily make up for it!"
"Mom... can I see you naked... Please..."
"Yes darling. Why don't you help me remove the robe. I have no underwear... You can touch whatever you want..." She smiled, "And now you can do it without the fear of getting caught..."
Mom's body, the subject of so many of my fantasies and nightmares was at last at my disposal...
Venus de Milo came alive!...
I was so aroused, that I couldn't contain myself.
I ogled and tried to touch every part of her body all at once!...
Mom smiled, "Mikey darling, take it easy... We have all the time in the world now... I know how much you want me! Trust me, I want you no less..."
She touched my face lovingly, "But please honey, for our first time I want you TO MAKE LOVE to me. I wish to experience your body in a gentle and soft way. I wish to feel your love pouring delicately into mine...I want my son to conquer my willing body nicely... Next time my body will be yours to ravage the way YOU like..."
Mom glanced at me with pleading eyes.
My first instinct was to literally fuck her!...
But my love for mom overcame my horniness, "Mom, you are the best and of course I'll be gentle."
I kissed her.
Her full lips spread for my tongue, that invaded her mouth and waltzed with hers.
I reluctantly softened my palm touch on mom's divine tits.
The hard nipples were so enticing...
My mouth left mom's and I latched to her rubbery dark buds.
She sighed and then moaned squeezing hard on my engorged organ.
She whispered, "Mike, l want your hot body on top of me... Please insert your monster cock inside my womb... I waited too long for this!..."
In a speed that would successfully compete with Hussain Bolt, I placed myself between mom's shapely thighs.
My cock was ready to invade her castle for the first time...
My mind kept repeating over and over, 'Be gentle... be soft... don't screw up!... take it easy..."
I was so aroused that I felt dizzy.
My penis entered mom's love hole slowly, gradually making it's way to her deep crevices.
I was trying to hold back as much as I could, but I felt that I was still on the fast lane to cum earlier than I wanted.
And then my slow pace was too gentle for mom as well.
Abruptly she curled her hands around my hips and pulled me hard toward her body shouting, "Mikey, I can feel you all the way to my throat! You are driving me crazy! Please fuck me hard now!..."
I gazed at mom. The lust in her eyes was exciting.
"Mom, are you sure?..."
"YES! I am so horny... I need you to shag me, to abuse my needy body!"
This was what I was waiting for!
I pushed on the accelerator and started plowing her body at an increasing pace and force.
Mom began shuddering even before I reached my top speed.
As I continued pushing harder still, her torso lost control and it's movements became erratic.
I held her down, initially by pushing her shoulders into the bed, but later by squeezing her magnificent orbs.
Her lips were wide open, alternating between breathing hard and whimpering.
I French kissed her and reached for my top gear, drilling her tight pussy at 100 miles per hour.
Mom's orgasm was so strong, that my own body shook too.
Seeing mom losing it completely was the last straw for me too!
Seconds later my cock erupted, ejecting jets of gooey whitish juice directly into her unprotected cervix.
With every jet her body jolted forward, forcing me to twist her massive tits harder.
A loud cry escaped her mouth, followed by almost unintelligible words, "youuu... arrrrre... kiiii...ling meeee... III cannnnnnottt.. taaaake it any.... morrrrre...!"
Minutes later I gradually slowed the pace.
Mom was sweaty, still breathing fast and her eyes shut.
Her marvelous body was glistening. I couldn't resist her...
I bent down and kissed her navel and then moved up.
I gently sucked on both nipples one after the other.
Her neck was next.
Mom's eyes were still shut, but her hand gently caressed my hair.
I looked at her face.
She had a small smile.
Then she whispered, "Thank you Mikey, I needed it..."
We rested for few more minutes and then mom went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I dressed up and waited for her to get out.
She exited, wearing the same long robe as before and looked radiant, "Mike, I didn't expect you to be such a sexual animal... I recall talking to Doris months ago and her complaint was that you were too conservative and too timid in bed! So either she was lying or she didn't know how to wake the sexual devil in you... Dear, now that I tasted your desire and ability in bed, I think that I'll have to find ways to entice you again for an encore... Well, perhaps more likely ENCORES!..."
"Mom, I love you and I adore your body. You don't have to try hard, I'll be happy to play with your body any time you are available and in the mood!..."
"Honey, I really, REALLY, R E A L L Y love you. As a son and as a lover! But one more thing... We need to think about the future. We cannot continue our loving in my house. One day dad may arrive home early and we'll get caught..."
"Mom, as long as we continue loving, I'll go with you anywhere you want..."
"OK, but don't be late if you want your favorite dish nice and warm!"
Unfortunately I wasn't able to finish my computer work in the next 15 minutes.
I sighed and closed my laptop. I'll finalize it later.
I put on a clean shirt and went to the kitchen.
Mom was with her back to me, putting the final touches on the dessert.
I came behind her and hugged her waist, "Mom, I am already 25 years old and you treat me like a baby!"
"Honey, you ARE my baby boy and I love you. You helped me many times filling necessary documents, fixing the sink, taking the garbage out, driving me after the accident... Why can't I spoil you once in a blue moon with your favorite meal?"
"Because it takes a lot of effort and time..."
"So what?! Do I look like I am in a hurry to go somewhere? Your father goes 3 evenings a week to the health club to exercise, while I do mine in the mornings, so later in the day I am free. And it is especially nice to have my son to myself for a change..."
"Mom, I love you too and you know it. I am married now, so I have less time to spend with you..."
"I know darling, I do not blame you, but I miss you a lot. Your mother is a complainer, so don't take it seriously..."
I turned mom around and kissed her forehead lovingly, "I had a discussion with Doris last night. She mentioned that she wanted to join a dancing course 2 evenings a week.
She knows how much I hate dancing, so she said that I didn't have to join. Two of her coworkers will also be there with her. I was relieved. What it means is that now I may have more time to annoy you..."
Mom's million dollar smile always brightened my day. It was now on full display.
"Baby... Sorry Mike, I keep forgetting that you hate it when I do not address you as an adult. If you have more time to spend with your old mother... I'll be happy!"
"Mom, stop exaggerating! You are in the prime of your life and look much better than 95% of much younger women!"
Whining, "So some women are prettier than me. I'll have to fix it as soon as possible.
Do you think that the best way to do it is by going to yoga? A lot of make up? Plastic surgery?..."
I laughed, "In my opinion you are the prettiest woman in the world! If you want to improve on ANYTHING, you can easily do it by wearing different clothes. Mom, we can talk about it later. Let's eat before all of your culinary efforts turn into a burned mishmash."
"Yes, let's eat, but you owe me an explanation about your nasty remark concerning my clothes!"
The slow cooked orange chicken was delicious. The brown rice and small pickled cucumbers on the side made it perfect!
"Mom, I'd say that the meal was worth 9.3 on the Michelin scale."
"What was missing to make it 10?"
"A dessert! ANY dessert that has chocolate in it!..."
"You are so impatient! If you look in the fridge, a chocolate pudding is waiting there just for you. In the second drawer you'll find a fresh chocolate cake. And if you pay more attention to the shelf on your right, you can see a variety of Leonidas pralines!..."
"Mom, I apologize... You deserve 10.3 out of 10... Can I make it up to you by offering my advice about your clothes?"
"I see that you are in the mood to criticize your mother today. Wait here, I am going to bring my wooden spoon and beat you up!"
I hugged my mother and kissed her cheek, "Mom, you are young and attractive. But it seems to me that you dress up to COVER yourself instead of using nicer clothes and being proud of how you look!"
"Mike, I am married now. What do you expect me to wear outside? A bikini?..."
"Woman, you'd look fantastic in a bikini, but my intention was different. Keep your formal 'old-lady-suits' in the closet and begin wearing them when you turn 70. Start having on nice dresses, skirts and tighter blouses. Are you ashamed of your body?..."
"Oh boy! I am 46 now. Your suggestion is that I dress up like a 20 something..."
"Mom, since I hardly see dad around lately, I'll have to take over. Your 46 birthday is 3 weeks from now. I plan to buy you several items and force you to wear them when you are with me. You will have them on when we go to a restaurant, to a movie or just stroll around! And you better say 'yes', or I am not visiting you anymore. I can just call you on the phone or zoom with you like other people my age do with their moms..."
Whining, "This is my son, who pretends to love me... blackmails me... I used to think that MY BIRTHDAY was supposed to be MY day!..."
"Mom, take it or leave it!"
"...I'll take it, but don't be surprised if one day I'll hit you hard!..."
"I know... And I am scared already."
I kissed her cheek one more time, "Mom, thanks again for slaving to make my favorite food. I'll see you again Wednesday."
I went home and finished preparing the slides for my talk.
Doris, my wife, wasn't home.
I relaxed in front of my TV. There wasn't any program that interested me, so I started reminiscing about my life...
My dad, Chris, was 48 years old, 6'2", 210lbs. He was an excellent wide receiver in college, where he met my mom, Vivian. She was a 5'3" beauty on the cheerleading team. They married 27 years ago and had me, their only child, 2 years later.
Dad started as a construction worker and at present he is a team leader.
Mom became a librarian and these days she works part time in the local library.
I inherited my father's body (I am 6'1", 200lbs), but I am less rough-mannered.
I guess mentally I am 'a softy', more like my mother...
Three years ago I married my sweetheart, Doris, and we live 7 blocks from my parents.
Doris's parents moved to Oklahoma years ago and we meet once a year on a holiday.
We used to visit my parents more often before, but lately Doris and I became busier, so all 4 of us meet about once a month for dinner.
Doris is a high school teacher.
I just got promoted to a system analyst in a company that works closely with Microsoft.
Doris and I have comfortable life. We've decided to wait before bringing children to the world. Our salaries are reasonable and every now and then we take time to travel.
Among the two of us, Doris is the more adventurous one, whether it's the clothes she chooses to wear, a more strenuous hike or bungy jumping on a trip, or... in sex.
As I mentioned before, unlike my rough-demeanor father and extrovert adventurous wife, my personality closely resembled my mother's. Both of us were always somewhat emotional, but more introvert and less boisterous or aggressive.
Dad was much of the time busier outside the house, so we hardly connected. Mom tried to fill the gap by being there for me every time I needed somebody. Mom never hit me or shouted at me, even on occasions that I screwed up ( Like when I went to my neighbor's house and picked peaches without permission... or when my football left a dent on her car...).
I guess I loved mom since birth.
My feelings toward her changed when my hormones started affecting my brain.
On my 18th birthday I came home early and stayed in my room with my door open.
Mom was in the bathroom and was not aware of me being home.
I saw her coming out of the shower naked with a towel wrapped around her hair.
With my mouth agape I watched her strolling slowly toward her bedroom, singing a famous Madonna tune.
She didn't have any make up on... and looked very amazing!
Her full naked tits were proudly protruding forward, displaying dark pink nipples.
Her tummy was flat. The mound had very little hair.
On her back side the ass cheeks were round and sexy, ending up with a perfect waistline and down with shapely legs.
I was mesmerized.
Only when mom was about to enter her bedroom she noticed me.
Her first reaction was to remove the towel from her hair and cover her chest and pubic area, "Mike, I didn't know you were at home... Sorry to walk naked like this..."
I was still speechless and it took me a long time to recover.
Then embarrassingly I mumbled, "Mom, it's not your fault. I should have verified that no one was in the bathroom..."
"Well son, if you are still shocked after seeing an old body in the nude... What can I say, I am no longer a teenager..."
"Mom, you are better looking than any teenager and I love you."
However, since that day I began thinking of mom differently.
She was no longer my loving mother, but a VERY SEXY loving mother.
If she knew how many deviant fantasies I had in my head that involved her, she'd probably kick me out of the house...
As a total freak I checked her drawers, touched her 34C soft bras and sniffed her colorful panties. While embarrassing to admit it, I used some of her soiled items during masturbations too...
I kept it a secret from everybody, but in my wildest imagination, mom would one day be mine...
I met Doris in my 11th grade. I was attracted to her from first sight. She was 5'2", 115lbs...
You guessed right - She looked a lot like mom, although her hair was longer.
On our wedding night some guests confused mom and Doris to be sisters!
Dad was joking too, "Vivian, your young sister looks fantastic. Should I have married her instead?" I recall mom blushing and Doris laughing her ass off...
The next weekend I took mom shopping.
She protested, but I insisted.
Beforehand I checked on-line women clothing stores near us and led her to one of them.
Inside the store she went by herself in one direction and I moved the opposite way. We agreed to meet 15 minutes later.
After 20 minutes I saw her. She was holding 2 items. A gray long skirt and a blue loose blouse.
"Mom, what you chose will look nice on you in 20-30 years. In the meantime, I want you to try these."
She stared at my selection - 2 skirts and 2 blouses.
She blurted, "Mike, you know that I love you and want you to be proud of me, but the things you picked are for younger girls..."
"Mom, I don't need to tell you that chronological age has nothing to do with appearance. You are gorgeous and have nothing to hide. Don't flaunt your assets, but I do not see a reason to hide anything either! Please try them and we'll see how they look on you."
She gave up and went to measure a beige skirt with a light blue, somewhat tight blouse.
She came out of the fitting room and gazed at me.
I was in awe! She looked amazing. All of a sudden her nice legs were breathing fresh air and her ample breasts were noticeable!
"Mike, I think that the blouse is too small."
I brought her a similar blouse that was one size bigger. This one was more loose on her chest and in my opinion too big, but it was a good beginning, so I didn't argue.
Then she tried the other set, that included a bodycon midi skirt with a sleeveless white blouse.
I loved the combination. Mom was embarrassed, but agreed to take it, after I begged her. I promised her that she'd wear it only when we were alone, or on other occasions that SHE felt comfortable to have them on.
Ten days later I found out Doris dancing course schedule.
The two days were Monday and Wednesday.
I checked with mom and learned from her that dad was out Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
Great! So now mom and I could spend time together on Mondays and Wednesdays!
I remember the first Wednesday we went to a movie together. Mom was wearing a long coat to the cinema. But when it became dark, she removed the coat and remained with the tight midi dress and white blouse!
She whispered, "I thought that if we are on a date, my clothes should please you..."
I kissed her cheek, "Mom, you look marvelous in ANY clothes, but in this set you are really stunning!"
"Son, you are such a flatterer... The other day I already made your favorite dish. What else would you like?..."
I stayed quiet for a long moment, not daring to say what I was really thinking about. And then I blurted, "Next date let's go to a good restaurant."
"Mike, you are spoiling me. What do I do when you won't be available to save me from being alone and bored?..."
"Mom, it won't happen!"
I placed my hand around mom's shoulder and she leaned on my upper chest.
The movie was a chick flick. I wasn't much into it, but mom loved it. During the movie she became immersed in the plot. She laughed and shed tears when the actors had fun or suffered, respectively.
I was sitting, sometimes watching her emotional reactions and between these episodes I was dozing off...
I woke up when the lights were on.
Mom glanced at me, "So how did you like the movie?"
"I thought that it was good."
"Oh Mike, you are such a lousy liar! I watched you asleep a couple of times, so the movie did not interest you very much. Actually, I suspected that a romantic film won't be your cup of tea, but it was nice of you to do it for me. You are a true gentleman! The only thing I could do for you was to wear YOUR choice of my attire... Yes, I caught you looking at my clothes once or twice... Do you still think that the skirt and blouse look good on me?"
"Mom, this evening is nice and warm outside. Let's stroll downtown with me holding your coat and you walk just the way you are. I think that this combination compliments your body without overdoing it."
"If you really want me to walk like that, I need a glass of wine to loosen up..."
"That's the spirit mom!...
After sipping her white wine, we went outside.
The fresh air and mild breeze were very pleasant.
We strolled along the main avenue.
Some stores were still open. Much of the crowd gathered in and around the restaurants and bars.
I enjoyed the variety of music that was playing along the way.
Occasionally I turned my head to see how mom was doing.
In the beginning she was nervous and looked around, but eventually she calmed down and her walk became more normal.
Well, I'd say 'normal for her', because even at home with simple clothes her walk was sensual. So now with her tight skirt and higher heel shoes, her walk was sexy as hell!
I counted 6 people watching her behind in the first 200 yards. Five were men and one woman...
"Mom, you look fantastic! While you were looking at store windows, I checked the people around. Men of all ages were admiring your amazing figure, that shows nicely in these clothes."
"Mike, how can you be sure that they weren't looking in disgust, thinking that I am too old to dress like that?..."
"Because I saw their expression! And to remind you, Halle Berry, Jennifer Lopez, Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett... they are all in their 50s and dress like that or even 'riskier'. Mom, you are more attractive than any one of them, take my word for it!"
She smirked, "With all due respect, that's what every son is supposed to say to his mom, even if she is ugly! Don't you think that you are slightly biased?!..."
"Mom, I am biased, because I love you. BUT, if you weren't my mother and I could choose a date with any one of these pretty women, I'd definitely take you!..."
She sighed and slipped her palm into mine.
It was an interesting feeling to walk hand in hand with mom, like 2 young lovers...
I suggested to sit down for a coffee or alcoholic drink, but mom said that she was tired.
Her eyes were lustrous, but her body was exhausted.
Mom seemed to enjoy everything immensely, but it was too much for her.
We returned home.
Mom kissed my cheek.
She had a strange expression on her face, "Honey, do you mind if I go and take a shower? You can stay here. I'll make hot tea for us and then you leave..."
"OK mom."
She grabbed a long robe from the bedroom and entered the bathroom.
I was on my way to the living room and didn't noticed it at first, but going back to the kitchen I realized that the bathroom door was not completely closed.
I hesitated, but few minutes later I decided that it was too good to miss, even if I was a pervert!...
I stood by the door and glanced through the crack.
Mom was sitting naked by the mirror, lifting up her hair to tie it, before taking a shower.
She took her time and after her hair was up, she stood in front of the mirror and examined her body.
Her ample tits looked like those in Playboy magazine that men ogle on!
She continued turning sideways and then 180 degrees, as if checking for defects, that did not exist...
My prick was at full mast after the first minute. Mom's show lasted much longer!...
I was at awe and... needed to cum!...
She entered the shower and I hurried to another bathroom.
Moments later I ejaculated into a toilet paper...
I put on the kettle and waited for mom in the living room.
She came out smiling, "Darling, I just found out that the bathroom door wasn't completely closed. You didn't take advantage of it, did you?"
I blushed and lowered my head.
She started laughing, but did not talk.
We drank the tea, every now and then gazing at each other lovingly.
When we were done, I kissed her cheek and said, "Mom, it was a lovely evening with you. I would be happy to go out with you whenever you wish."
"Mike, I enjoyed it too. And you were right about the tasteful clothes... From now on, whenever we have another outdoor-date, I promise to wear whatever you want!"
I chuckled, "Mom, I recorded every word you just said. My intention is to corrupt you! I'll make you wear beautiful dresses, so that every man who sees you will stop in his tracks, admire your body and be jealous of me! And women will hate you for distracting their men!..."
"Mikey, you are so naughty!"
I smiled at her and left.
I walked home whistling happily. It was a perfect evening with mom, except that she now knows that I peeked at her naked body.
But she didn't get upset...
I passed by the Holliday inn. There weren't many cars.
But what's this? My dad's car was parked there...
I was too fatigued to think. I reached my house moments later.
Doris wasn't home yet.
I fell asleep within 15 minutes.
Mom's birthday was fast approaching. It was next weekend.
I reminded Doris about it and asked her what present would be adequate.
"Mike, we shouldn't make too much fuss. It's not a BIG birthday. It's 46... I think that flowers should be enough. If you want to buy her chocolates, go ahead..."
The day before the birthday party I bought a nice bouquet of white and red roses and mint pralines that mom liked to munch on after dinner.
I 'neglected to mention' to Doris that I bought mom something more personal too!...
I called dad cellphone and made sure that he'd be there as well.
Last I went to a liquor store and purchased 4 bottles of mom and dad's preferred alcoholic beverages.
Doris and I arrived at 7 pm.
I kissed mom on her forehead and she hugged me.
My wife handed her the flowers with the pralines, "Vivian, happy birthday. You look beautiful for your age. I wish I'd look like you when I am in my 40s!"
Mom glanced at her for a long moment and blurted, "Doris, you are young and pretty, you shouldn't think about 20 years from now. Continue enjoying the present!..."
Doris chortled, "Thanks for the compliment. I will..."
Dad entered the living room.
He stared at Doris body and whistled, "Hi gorgeous. Nice to see you here!"
Doris blushed and didn't answer. She sat across from dad.
Mom and I sat across each other on both their sides.
Dad moved to his chair. He was somewhat wobbly. Did he drink too much already?
Instead of sitting he went to one of the drawers, pulled a nice peach cobbler and brought it to the table with vanilla ice cream, "Everybody, this is a fresh cobbler that I highly recommend. I also put on the kettle, so each one can make his or her drink - Coffee, tea or chocolate, you choose."
He gave the first piece to mom, kissing her hard on the lips. She barely reacted.
Then he cut a bigger piece, added ice cream and brought it to Doris.
He placed it in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders, massaging them lightly, "Vivian, this is the younger version of you. Remember the fun we used to have when we were young?!..."
Doris face was crimson red. She remained silent.
Mom just stared at him.
Initially she looked as if she was about to explode, but then she calmed down.
I said, "Dad, let's all sit down, so mom can tell us what are her wishes for the upcoming year."
Dad chugged from his almost empty glass. He winked at me and blurted, "I know. She wants to travel and spend time with her 'baby'..."
It was clear that dad was under the influence...
Mom stayed silent in her chair.
Doris took a couple of empty plates, moved to the kitchen and was ready to make coffees.
Dad mumbled that he was going to the bathroom and left the table.
I hugged mom, "Take it easy mom. I'll make it up to you later."
Then I took the tray with the remaining cobbler and ice cream to the kitchen.
At the entrance I saw dad with his palm on my wife's ass... He was caressing it!
I stopped at the door before they saw me.
Few seconds later Doris smiled at him, whispered something and gently removed his hand.
He whispered loudly back, "Remember, you promised!"
I moved few steps back, made some noise pretending to cough and entered the kitchen as if I saw nothing. I put everything on the shelf and left the kitchen.
When all of us were back in the living room, mom stood up, "Guys, thank you very much for being here on my birthday. Now if you'll excuse me, I am tired and go to sleep." She didn't wait for response and left.
Everybody was quiet for awhile and I said, "Doris, it's time to go home."
She gave dad an angry look and went to the door without a word.
At home I waited for her in bed and asked her, "What was going on in the kitchen with dad?"
Doris stared at me as if I caught her committing a crime...
Then her look softened and she whispered, "I think he was drunk."
Even though I was curious to know what was the 'promise' about, I didn't feel like inquiring further.
"Honey, are you in the mood for 'play time'?..."
"No Mike. Not tonight."
Doris went to sleep, while my thoughts bothered me and kept me awake.
Until lately Doris libido was much stronger than mine and she was pushing me to have sex with her at least 3 times a week. However, for several weeks now she didn't mention or initiated sexual activity at all!
Was she investing too much energy on dancing? Was there a problem at work that she was reluctant to talk to me about?
Anyway, I made up my mind to leave the subject for now and see if soon she'd be back to her prior frequently-horny state again.
Monday evening, half an hour after Doris drove to her dance course, I went to visit mom again.
"Hi mom, I missed you..." I kissed her cheek.
She glanced at me and I saw tears in her eyes.
"Mom, what is going on? Did I do something wrong?? I am really sorry, I'll never do it again..."
"Oh darling, in certain areas men are so dumb!"
"Mom, you scare me. What is going on?..."
"Son, I love you and I do not know how to tell you something without hurting you..."
"Mom, you better start talking! And soon!..."
"... For quite sometime dad is cheating on me..."
"How do you know?"
"It's easier to find out than you think. I can smell her perfume on his coat. I do the laundry of his underwear and the mixed residue of both of them is there to see..."
"Do you know who the other woman is?"
She gave me a stern look, "Yes. I know her."
"If you know her, why you do not tell her that you found out about them and she should stop seeing your husband?..."
"Honey, I wish life was that easy... Listen, let's leave it for now and go outside together, just you and me."
"Mom, only on one condition!"
She grinned, "What is the condition?"
I bought something for your birthday. I'll go out with you ONLY if you wear it without arguments."
"OK Mike I promise..."
I pulled a short black dress from a bag I brought with me, "The other day after learning your measurements at the store, I thought that this will look good on you, especially if you also wear your 3" shiny black high heels."
Mom opened carefully the original cover and gasped, "Honey, this must have cost you a fortune..."
I smirked, "So I'll leave smaller inheritance to my future kids... Try it on!"
She went to the bathroom and came out 10 minutes later.
My mouth stayed open and... my cock began stirring.
The dress looked as if it was made specifically for her!
It was a tight mini, starting 2" above the knees. It hugged her curvaceous hips as if glued to her body. The narrow waist contrasted with her heavy breasts, that stood out and would make any man with minimal amount of testosterone want to touch...
My pole was pushing my zipper, trying to find an escape route...
"Mom, this dress was created just for you! In this dress your body is... to die for!..."
She gazed at the noticeable bulge in my pants and chuckled, "I see what you mean... Darling, I promised to wear whatever you choose for me and I agree that this dress looks good on me, although without your encouragement, I would never put it on... But if this is the effect it has on you now, what will happen to you when I bend like this..." and she leaned forward on the table between us.
My eyes popped out.
Her large tits were about to burst out of the generous cleavage!...
"Mom, I'll take my chances! You look so attractive and sexy! Not just sexy for your age, but sexier than most Hollywood actresses!!!"
"Mike, I really love you... I love you as a perfect son. But I also like you as MY man. Yes, you have another home and you are married to another woman, but in my heart I know, that on Monday and Wednesday afternoons you are really mine. I stay sane because of these precious moments we have together..."
"Mom, what are you trying to say?..."
"Mike, lately your father drinks too much, behaves abusively when drunk and have intimate relationship with another woman. Last time we had sex was 3 weeks ago. And you watched his disgusting conduct during my birthday. How do you think it makes me feel?..."
"Mom!... How can I help???"
"First I want to suggest something that will sound weird to you, but I think that you NEED to know it..."
"I am listening mom."
"Have you seen 'unusual behavior' of your father as of late?"
"I do not get what you are hinting at... Well, one evening I saw his car at the parking lot of the Holiday inn. And during your birthday he was too tipsy and flirted with my wife. But I hardly see him lately, so I may have missed other things..."
"Mike, once you leave my house, explore again the same parking lot. If you see your dad's car there, look at the other cars to find if any of the cars look familiar..."
"Mom, I am not familiar with your and dad's acquaintances and friends..."
"I know darling, but do me a favor and inspect the area. There aren't many cars there, so it won't take long... You know what, please check it now. I promise to go out with you anywhere you want with this pretty dress next time."
"OK mom. I'd rather spend quality time with you. but if you insist..."
"Once you arrive home, please call me on the phone. And remember that I do love you Mikey!"
It took me less than 10 minutes to walk to Holiday inn. There were about 30 cars in the lot. Even with the lights on it was not easy to identify the cars. Dad's car was parked in the far corner. I checked the other cars.
'It cannot be!... Doris small red car was parked on the other side!'
I walked home devastated... Dad and my wife?!!
Suddenly dad's playing with her in the kitchen the other evening made more sense...
He may have been drunk, but he knew that Doris would not make a scene...
At home I phoned mom, "How long did you know about dad and Doris?"
"For several weeks now. I didn't want to hurt you by telling you the truth, but you would have found it eventually and be even more upset. The real question is what is the best thing for us to do..."
"Mom, right now I feel terrible. And my guess is that knowing about your husband doing it with his son's wife does not make it easy for you either... Let's calm down and keep it to ourselves for now. Next afternoon we meet, we'll come up with something, OK?"
"Honey, your plan to get over the emotional aspect first and then find a practical way to deal with the whole situation sounds very mature and... right! I am so proud of you... And always remember what I said before - I really REALLY love you a lot!..."
"I love you too mom. Good night!"
I tossed and turned in bed for about 2 hours, unable to fall asleep.
All of a sudden the front door opened and Doris entered.
I pretended to be sound asleep.
Doris grabbed something from the closet and entered the shower.
Twenty minutes later she was beside me in bed.
Doris was familiar with my snoring for years and recognized that I was awake.
She whispered, "Sorry to wake you up. The dancing was fun, but it finished late."
"Don't worry about it."
Doris was out in 10 minutes. It took me another hour before my brain gave up and I fell asleep.
The next morning I was struggling.
Trying to talk to your cheating wife as if everything was hunky dory was not easy.
I never considered myself a good actor or a good liar...
But I was fairly successful - Doris did not show any sign that she felt something unusual in my talk or actions.
At work I was distracted a lot.
Luckily there was nothing urgent or an issue that required a lot of concentration, so the work day passed without me causing a major damage.
Toward the end of the day I started calming down.
It dawned on me that this was the new reality.
The only one I could now trust was mom.
Did I want to divorce Doris?... Would mom consider divorcing dad?...
But deep down I knew that divorce was always difficult, both mentally and financially.
I decided to let mom talk first. She was smart and practical. Perhaps she'd have great ideas...
The next afternoon I arrived to mom's house.
She was having on a long loose robe.
"Mike darling, do you want to talk first or go outside and talk later?"
"I'd like us to talk. We need to make some tough decisions..."
Mom stared at me with tears in her eyes, "You have no idea how much I struggled whether to tell you about dad & Doris or when to do it. I knew that it will break your heart..."
I went toward her, "Mom, you did the right thing."
She hugged me back, "You are the only one I have left..."
Her big soft boobs were moving freely, suggesting that mom was braless.
They poked my side, distracting me from the issue at hand...
My dick began engorging.
To prevent her from feeling my stiffness, I tried to disengage my lower body from hers, but she hugged me harder and I could not hide my member's condition.
"Honey, that's all right. I love ALL OF YOU. Yes, it includes your naughty penis, that wakes up every time that I am around, either too close or...less dressed!"
"Mom, for a long time my feelings toward you are more than toward a mom... I know that it may be a shock and disappointment, but I have dreamt about you many times! And not all the dreams were... appropriate!"
"Mike, I know about your fascination with my body for quite sometime. The fact that you chose to marry a girl who looks almost like my own daughter, to trying to sneak a peek at my cleavage, to watching my naked body in the bathroom the other day before I took a shower..."
"... And it didn't bother you that I was thinking about you like a pervert? It was almost like committing incest!..."
"Darling, do you think that I am the virgin Mary? I haven't had sex for weeks and I was courted by a handsome young stud, who tried his best to hide his fascination with my bodily assets... Don't you get it? I was attracted to you no less than you wanted me... The only difference was that I considered myself the adult one here, thus suppressed my feelings and needs for too long... Do you remember that the other day I told you that I'd wear whatever you wanted to see me in? The real meaning was to signal to you that I was ready for... anything! We women frequently give hints and expect men to understand the real meaning behind it. Unfortunately, these hints are misunderstood too often, so I tell you straight - Honey, if you want something, you just have to ask. And I do not mean it only about my clothes..."
I was stunned, "Mom... are you suggesting that the two of us... may be... together?!..."
Mom glanced at me, her pretty eyes focused on my face, "Yes Mike, I do!..."
I stared at mom admiringly, "What we have here is so unique! Dad and my wife together and at the same time we two may end up a couple as well!..."
"Mike, it will happen only if you want it... Only if you feel comfortable living a lie! I am attracted to you, but I won't push you into doing it if you have ANY reservations..."
"Mom... to me your speech had only one message - Mike, your fantasy is being served to you on a silver platter! Mom, don't you get it - I want you more than anything and anybody else for years! And now the whole Doris & dad complication... I want you even more!!!"
I moved my face toward hers. She closed her eyes and slightly spread her luscious lips.
I kissed her full lips gently. They felt soft and compliant.
I kissed her again. Mom's lips opened wider for me.
My tongue penetrated her hot mouth and for the first time met her trembling tongue.
My hand had a mind of it's own and I found myself caressing mom's fantastic tit over her robe.
She moaned and then put her palm on mine.
Together our hands explored the mysteries of her breast over the robe.
A couple of minutes later she grabbed my hand, inserted it inside her robe and my palm met her smooth areola.
I moved slowly toward her nipple. It hardened under my touch.
I tweaked it and mom moaned again.
She placed one of her hands on my pants over the bulge and trailed along my hardness.
She whispered, "Mike, Your buddy is huge! And it's rock hard... Doesn't it hurt? Do you want my help? I'll be happy to..."
"Mom, I often dreamt about you being ready and willing to help my sexual needs. All of these episodes ended up with me erupting within seconds..."
"Dear boy, if you are concerned that you'll climax too soon, I wouldn't worry about it! Young men, especially after a period of long draught, tend to orgasm prematurely at first. The ability to have erection multiple times a day and a lot of stamina easily make up for it!"
"Mom... can I see you naked... Please..."
"Yes darling. Why don't you help me remove the robe. I have no underwear... You can touch whatever you want..." She smiled, "And now you can do it without the fear of getting caught..."
Mom's body, the subject of so many of my fantasies and nightmares was at last at my disposal...
Venus de Milo came alive!...
I was so aroused, that I couldn't contain myself.
I ogled and tried to touch every part of her body all at once!...
Mom smiled, "Mikey darling, take it easy... We have all the time in the world now... I know how much you want me! Trust me, I want you no less..."
She touched my face lovingly, "But please honey, for our first time I want you TO MAKE LOVE to me. I wish to experience your body in a gentle and soft way. I wish to feel your love pouring delicately into mine...I want my son to conquer my willing body nicely... Next time my body will be yours to ravage the way YOU like..."
Mom glanced at me with pleading eyes.
My first instinct was to literally fuck her!...
But my love for mom overcame my horniness, "Mom, you are the best and of course I'll be gentle."
I kissed her.
Her full lips spread for my tongue, that invaded her mouth and waltzed with hers.
I reluctantly softened my palm touch on mom's divine tits.
The hard nipples were so enticing...
My mouth left mom's and I latched to her rubbery dark buds.
She sighed and then moaned squeezing hard on my engorged organ.
She whispered, "Mike, l want your hot body on top of me... Please insert your monster cock inside my womb... I waited too long for this!..."
In a speed that would successfully compete with Hussain Bolt, I placed myself between mom's shapely thighs.
My cock was ready to invade her castle for the first time...
My mind kept repeating over and over, 'Be gentle... be soft... don't screw up!... take it easy..."
I was so aroused that I felt dizzy.
My penis entered mom's love hole slowly, gradually making it's way to her deep crevices.
I was trying to hold back as much as I could, but I felt that I was still on the fast lane to cum earlier than I wanted.
And then my slow pace was too gentle for mom as well.
Abruptly she curled her hands around my hips and pulled me hard toward her body shouting, "Mikey, I can feel you all the way to my throat! You are driving me crazy! Please fuck me hard now!..."
I gazed at mom. The lust in her eyes was exciting.
"Mom, are you sure?..."
"YES! I am so horny... I need you to shag me, to abuse my needy body!"
This was what I was waiting for!
I pushed on the accelerator and started plowing her body at an increasing pace and force.
Mom began shuddering even before I reached my top speed.
As I continued pushing harder still, her torso lost control and it's movements became erratic.
I held her down, initially by pushing her shoulders into the bed, but later by squeezing her magnificent orbs.
Her lips were wide open, alternating between breathing hard and whimpering.
I French kissed her and reached for my top gear, drilling her tight pussy at 100 miles per hour.
Mom's orgasm was so strong, that my own body shook too.
Seeing mom losing it completely was the last straw for me too!
Seconds later my cock erupted, ejecting jets of gooey whitish juice directly into her unprotected cervix.
With every jet her body jolted forward, forcing me to twist her massive tits harder.
A loud cry escaped her mouth, followed by almost unintelligible words, "youuu... arrrrre... kiiii...ling meeee... III cannnnnnottt.. taaaake it any.... morrrrre...!"
Minutes later I gradually slowed the pace.
Mom was sweaty, still breathing fast and her eyes shut.
Her marvelous body was glistening. I couldn't resist her...
I bent down and kissed her navel and then moved up.
I gently sucked on both nipples one after the other.
Her neck was next.
Mom's eyes were still shut, but her hand gently caressed my hair.
I looked at her face.
She had a small smile.
Then she whispered, "Thank you Mikey, I needed it..."
We rested for few more minutes and then mom went to the bathroom to take a shower.
I dressed up and waited for her to get out.
She exited, wearing the same long robe as before and looked radiant, "Mike, I didn't expect you to be such a sexual animal... I recall talking to Doris months ago and her complaint was that you were too conservative and too timid in bed! So either she was lying or she didn't know how to wake the sexual devil in you... Dear, now that I tasted your desire and ability in bed, I think that I'll have to find ways to entice you again for an encore... Well, perhaps more likely ENCORES!..."
"Mom, I love you and I adore your body. You don't have to try hard, I'll be happy to play with your body any time you are available and in the mood!..."
"Honey, I really, REALLY, R E A L L Y love you. As a son and as a lover! But one more thing... We need to think about the future. We cannot continue our loving in my house. One day dad may arrive home early and we'll get caught..."
"Mom, as long as we continue loving, I'll go with you anywhere you want..."
