Becoming My Mother's Lover (6 page)

I locked eyes with him and saw there was no way to change his mind, putting my head down, I whispered, “Yes sir.”

“You’re a good son and a hell of a man Jason,” dad said clapping me on the shoulder.

Yeah, I thought as I looked out at the moon over the ocean, all good sons let their mothers seduce them while their father’s dying. I had spent a good part of the day seriously considering running away. Hopping a ride from someone to downtown then taking the bus back to Providence. At one point I’d even caught myself walking down to where Tammy was staying, maybe do lunch with her, get her number and ask her for a ride. In the end I’d stayed, Dad would be upset and Mom would feel I didn’t want her.

I shook my head at the thought that I may really have to go through with this. I jumped at a knock and looked longingly at the window, imagining jumping out and running across the beach, running away from this insanity. Instead, I turned away and walked over to the door. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Normally I slept in just my underwear, but wasn’t going to tonight. As I opened the door, I found myself dreading what Mom would be wearing, probably some kind of killer lingerie.

To my relief, Mom was wearing a white tank top with her long blonde hair in a pony tail. She wasn’t wearing any make up, and when she entered the room, my relief grew when I saw she was wearing a pair of baggy plaid shorts. When she turned to face me, I had to admit that she looked damn cute like this. Cute was something I could deal with, I’d been expecting her to show up dressed to tease.

“Hi honey,” she said softly as she gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’m sleepy, you ready to call it a night?”

I looked at her waiting for the other shoe to drop, was it really going to be this simple?

“You just want to go to bed?” I asked.

“Sure,” she gave me a shy little smile, “Unless you have a better idea.”

“No!” I said quickly, then feeling bad, tried again, “I mean, um…I’m tired too and….”

“It’s okay Jason,” she said, “I told you, we’ll go slow, I’m just here to be your bed buddy tonight, that okay?”

“Uh, sure.” I said as she walked over to the bed.

“But, I will tell you I like to cuddle,” she gave me the big blue eyes along with another adorably shy smile, “You don’t mind if I snuggle up to you do you?”

I nodded as I made my way over to the other side of the bed. Even though she’d said we weren’t going to do anything and she wasn’t pushing, I still felt that warm sensation retuning. Then it hit me, I’d always been more attracted to next door cute over hot and that was the look mom was sporting. At the moment she could be Jen or any cute little coed. I lifted the sheet and started to slide under it when Mom pointed and said, “You really sleep in clothes?”

“Well, uh….”

“I thought you slept in just your underwear.”

‘Usually,” I told her, “But….”

“Then take your clothes off.” She told me, “I told you, I’m not looking for that, but I want you to be comfortable.”

Here we go, I thought. I considered arguing, but things seemed okay at the moment so I would play along. Besides, like she had said last night I had bathing suits that showed more. I slipped my shirt off, then unzipping my shorts began to pull them down. I looked up to see mom looking and turning around pushed my shorts down.

“Nice ass.” Mom said, as I bent over.

“Thanks, I guess.” I muttered, and looked down to make sure my cock wasn’t bulging too much.

Turning I lifted the sheet and slipped under it so quickly Mom laughed, “Aww you’re so cute when you’re shy.”

“Anyway, guess I should practice what I preach.” Reaching under her shirt behind her, Mom unhooked her bra and sliding the straps down, pulled it out along one side of her tank top and tossed it on the floor.

“Damn I needed that,” she said as she rubbed her tits, “Things get uncomfortable at the end of the day.”

Uncomfortable was one way to put how I felt, as when she moved her hands her hard nipples were poking through the thin white tank top. Mom turned away from me and as my eyes widened pulled down her shorts.

Underneath she was wearing a pair of lace red boy shorts that hugged her tightly and left her tanned ass cheeks exposed. Oh, fuck me, I thought. Mom stayed bent over for a moment and made a show of wiggling out of her shorts. I told myself to look away, but couldn’t. Her ass was small and damn firm looking, I swallowed hard at the thought of it bare and pointing up at me.

Mom kicked the shorts away and lifting her side of the sheet slipped in next to me. All the beds in the house were queen size and there was plenty of room, but Mom slid all the way over until I could feel her hip touching mine. She smiled at me and kissing my cheek said, “Good night honey.”

“Night Mom.” I said as I reached out and shut the lamp off.

“Cynthia.” She said digging her elbow into my side.

“Good night Cynthia.” I said softly.

I closed my eyes and started breathing slow and deep, hoping she would think I had fallen right to sleep. She obviously didn’t buy it as she said, “The moon is beautiful tonight, you have a better view than we do.”

“Yeah it is,” I answered looking out the window at the moonlit ocean.

Mom sat up and started out at the ocean and as she did, I couldn’t help but notice how good she looked in the moonlight, she really was a gorgeous woman. She sat there silently, a serious look on her face and I wondered if she were replaying some of her times here with dad in her mind. She confirmed that when she looked down at me and with a sad smile said, “So many memories here.”

“That there are.” I said quietly.

“Many more to come.” She said and sliding back down turned on her side to face me.

“I guess.” I answered, then lamely added, “I’m tired m…Cynthia.”

“Okay.” She nodded, then asked, “Put your arm out?”

I stretched my arm out along the pillow and mom slid close until her head was resting on my shoulder. She placed her hand on my chest and draping her leg over mine, sighed contentedly, “My favorite way to sleep.”

“I always sleep on my back.” I told her, “So uh…I guess this works out.”

“Everything will work out honey, you’ll see.” She slid down a little further and snuggled her head against my chest. “You feel good Jason.”

“So do you” I replied.

“Then put your arm around me.” She giggled, “Cuddle me in like I’m your girlfriend.”

I brought my arm up and put it around her shoulder. I had to admit, she felt damn good. Her skin was warm and her soft hair was against my skin. She closed her eyes and sighed sweetly and the sound made me pull her closer. She gave me a soft kiss just over my nipple, that caused me to jump, but she didn’t repeat the gesture. A moment later, she began breathing deeply and I started to relax, this wasn’t bad at all. Again the situation was far from ideal, but at least it seemed I had gotten somewhat of a reprieve.

That reprieve was short lived however as the longer I lay there, the more I became aware of exactly how good Mom felt. She had snuggled as close as possible to me and I could feel her nipples pressing into my side. Worse, the feeling f her long soft leg lying over my own was starting to get to me. She had her leg so far over me that I could feel her crotch against my thigh. I told myself it was my imagination and that I couldn’t really feel the warmer flesh between her legs. I started idly caressing her, letting my fingers trace the curve of her shoulder.

Mom made a cute little cooing noise in her sleep and I continued the motion. She did feel good. Not just physically, but emotionally, it felt good to be close to her. To hold her and know she was enjoying it.

The two of us had been through a lot lately and maybe it wasn’t so bad to be close here and there. Feeling a wave of affection for her, I gently kissed the top of her head. Mom made that little noise again and I smiled and closed my eyes. They immediately popped open when Mom started moving her foot.

She was sliding it up and down, rubbing her soft skin against my leg. I had noticed her toe nails were the same deep red as her fingers and shook off the thought of seeing those feet on my shoulders. Speaking of nails, Mom’s fingers were now moving, lightly rubbing my chest.

I looked down and in the moonlight, could see those red nails teasing my skin. I felt a wave of nervousness go through me as I noticed her hand was dipping lower each time she slid it back and forth. Within moments she was rubbing the lower part of my stomach. I groaned inwardly as I felt my cock stiffening.

I closed my eyes, trying to will my impending erection away. At that moment, Mom started rubbing her entire leg, up and down mine. The feeling of her warm soft skin was driving me crazy and I could feel my now completely hard cock, throbbing beneath the sheet. I could more than feel it, with a start I realized I was pitching a pretty obvious tent. I took a deep breath, hoping to hell Mom was just fidgeting in her sleep and wouldn’t see…

“You’re very tense Jason.” Mom whispered.

“I…uh,” I fought to say something and could only come up with, “Lot on my mind.”

“You need to relax honey.” Mom said, then sliding her hand down under the sheet grabbed my cock. “ohh you are tense.” She purred, “Look how stiff this muscle is.”

“Mom stop!” I tried to sit up, but she dug her arm into my stomach.

‘It’s Cynthia.” She said softly, “Mom wouldn’t be stroking your cock, now would she?” I gasped as she began sliding her hand up and down the length of my engorged dick.

“C…Cynthia please,” I whined, trying to squirm out of her grasp.

“Please?” she giggled, “Okay.”

I jerked my hips when she let my cock go only to slip her hand into my underwear and grab it again. I was unable to contain a groan as her I felt her hand wrap around my swollen flesh.

“Oh Jason, you bad boy, look at you all hard for your dirty girl.” She giggled again, “I love it!”

My reply was cut off when she gave my cock a hard squeeze and I could feel the precum squirt from it.

I grabbed her wrist through the sheet and started to pull, but she tightened her grip on my cock.

“Please stop it!” I begged as she started stroking my cock up and down.

Lifting her head from my chest, Mom rested it on my shoulder so she was whispering in my ear.

“Just relax baby,” she purred in that phone sex voice she had been using last night. “You’re all tense, so you just lie back and let your dirty girl take care of you.”

“No,” I moaned as she started stroking faster, “I…we can’t I…ohhh”

“Oooh,” Mom cooed in my ear, “I like that little moan. Do it again.”

I did moan again for her as she squeezed tighter and this time when she stroked the length of my cock twisted her wrist when she got to the head. When she did, I could feel my precum oozing out and when she worked back down the length of my cock her hand was now slick with it.

“This is…wrong!” I managed to groan as she continued that twisting motion while stroking me.

“Doesn’t feel wrong to me,” she laughed, “Feels pretty damn good, doesn’t it?”

She punctuated that statement by speeding up her stroking and causing me to moan again.

“I thought so,” she whispered, “No worries baby, don’t think about anything but how good this feels and how your dirty girl is going to make you nice and relaxed.”

Mom moved her leg and shifting all the way onto her side, reached under the covers with her other hand.

“Oh. Oh God!” I gasped as that hand cupped my balls and started to massage them,

“Like that baby?” she asked,

“I….please don’t make me do this.” I whimpered.

“I’m not making you do anything Jason.” Mom said, “I was just laying here and next thing I know, you’re all hard.” She sighed, “That’s because you want me isn’t it honey?”

I tried to answer, but all that came out was a pathetic sounding moan as her fingers began kneading my balls while her hand slowed its stroking. I stared up at the ceiling and began breathing heavily trying to tell myself this wasn’t real, I wasn’t laying here getting a hand job from my mother.

“Don’t answer honey, just enjoy.” Mom whispered in that sultry purr. “Just lay back and let your dirty girl make you feel good,” she sighed in my ear, “Speaking of feeling good, you’ve got one hell of a cock baby, I can’t wait to feel it inside me.”

“N…no,” I panted even as my hips twitched from her stroking.

“Not tonight Jason,” Mom began, “We’ll get there, but for tonight, you’re just going to lie here and let me take care of you. You need it baby, and I’m going to give it to you.”

“I…” I hesitated, then with a resigned moan, slumped back into the bed and let my body relax, I couldn’t fight her, her hands felt incredible and I could already feel my legs starting to tremble.

“That’s it baby!” Mom purred happily into my ear, “Just let go and have fun,” she flicked her tongue across my ear. “We’re going to have a lot of fun honey, more fun than this.” She sighed, “Trust me there is a much better place for this nice big cock right now.”

She finished that statement by licking along the inside of my neck and I gasped, “No…you…”

“Not tonight,” Mom assured me, “For tonight we just do this, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not dying for a taste.”

My hips jumped as the image of her full lips wrapped around my cock entered my mind.

“Oh, you like that thought?” Mom asked, “You like the idea of your dirty little Cynthia blowing you?” I moaned and she giggled again, “You want to see this big cock in my mouth? You can honey, any time you want, because I love it baby, I love sucking cock.”

I moaned and unable to control myself, started thrusting my hips into her hand. Mom cooed in my ear and then began kissing my neck. I started moaning continuously as she was still using long slow strokes with her hand while playing with my balls. I closed my eyes and as she had suggested, stopped thinking of anything, but how good her hands felt and how sweet the soft kisses she was placing on my neck were.

“There you go honey,” she whispered, “No more fighting it, just love it.”

Mom drew her leg back and kicked out, throwing the covers from us. I opened my eyes and gasped at the sight of her small hand and long red nails wrapped around my sizable swollen cock.