All characters involved in sex acts are eighteen or older.
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I figured things would change between me and Mom now. I still wasn't sure how all this worked. In fact I had no idea. Did people just discuss their relationship and then declare that they were together? Was it just a feeling?
The feeling was definitely different. Mom wasn't home when I got up, so I decided to do some drawing. I added a bit of contour to her body on the page. Maybe she could pose for me again later. It was foolish to think drawing, especially a drawing of her, could take my mind off last night.
I found myself on the living room couch looking through the big front window that looked down onto the street. When would Mom get home? The window offered a clear view down the street, and when the black Mercedes came around the corner I would see it. I was hard when I woke up, like always, and thinking about Mom had got me so hard I thought I would burst. My mind buzzed with excitement to match my inflated cock. Several times on its own accord my hand wandered down to my cock, but I pulled it back. My cum belonged to Mommy now, and I would save it for her like a good boy.
It seemed like it was taking forever. It was still only ten o'clock. How long would it take for her to be out? What could she be doing? I was as horny as I had ever remembered being, and my throbbing hard cock rubbed against my leg every time I squirmed. Every black car that rounded the corner was a thump in my heart. One car after another passed. She wasn't back yet. I glanced at the clock. Only ten ten.
Around eleven thirty a black car rounded the corner. When I saw Mom's beautiful face behind the wheel, my stomach flopped in excitement. As I got up, it felt like time was moving slow. I bounded toward the door, my entire body throbbing with each heartbeat. My cock felt like a branding iron as it wobbled and wiggled in my pants. I felt like a dog whose beloved mistress had returned after being gone all day.
I got to the driveway and within a minute she pulled in. Her brow furrowed and her mouth opened slightly when she saw me waiting for her. It seemed to take an hour for the car door to open. But I dashed toward Mom when she emerged and embraced her, pushing her into the car. "Sweetie, oh my God!" There was a smile in her voice. Touching her soft body was the best sensation I had even felt, and I imagined running my tongue over every square inch of it. I wanted to please her, have her, and give her everything I had.
"Mom! Oh I missed you, I love you." I looked up at her and showered her face with kisses. She was overwhelmed by me, and only managed to kiss back a couple of times. Her arms embraced me.
"Ok, Gene. Ok. Settle down a bit. Ooh!" she exclaimed as my boner poked into her side.
"I just wanted Mommy all morning, is all." I whispered in her ear. "I was sad when I woke up and you weren't there." I rubbed my cock on her belly.
"Shh, Gene. We're outside!"
"I don't care Mommy, I've been saving my cum for you. I know you want it. I want Mommy's body so bad."
I felt her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing back. "Gene!" There was steel in her voice now, and irritation. "I need your help now. Help me bring the groceries in and put them away." I backed away, and it was as if a dark cloud had covered her face. The openness and warmth I expected from Mom was gone. I couldn't tell what had taken its place, but her mouth was drawn into a hard line and her brow was furrowed. I tried to tell myself that everything was ok.
I took a few deep breaths. We could wait until after, but it would be hard. I almost dropped some of the bags because I had grabbed two heavy ones in my haste. I walked behind her, staring at her fat, muscular butt and wondering what her asshole tasted like. I watched her bend over to pick up the bags in the trunk and saw her jiggling tits push down on her bra. I would put a bag next to Mom in the kitchen, and then when I wanted to hug and kiss her she would already be on her way out. Her movements seemed calculated to avoid my hands and cock.
But finally everything was put away. Mom and I looked at each other from across the kitchen. She was so beautiful, so sexy. My breath came in gasps from my excitement and I felt warm tingles all over my body. I approached her, step by laborious step.
My arm reached out and took her hand, pulling her toward me. But her other hand pressed on my chest before I could even get a kiss. "Gene, please. My allergies are driving me crazy today." Her eyes were indeed red and watering. "I need to take something and lie down. We can't do this."
"You don't feel good, Mom? Can I give you a backrub? Can I kiss you to make you feel better? I want to make you better, Mom."
"Baby I love you. But I need some rest right now. Get the ginger tea and brew me some, if you want me to feel better." Of course, her every wish was my command. She walked off to the bedroom while I brewed her tea.
While the tea brewed, I was left with only my own thoughts. Everything is ok. I desperately told myself. Mom just has allergies and a headache. You'll get to touch her tonight, and who knows what else? But I couldn't quite soothe myself and dark thoughts of abandonment lurked in the back of my mind.
The tea was done brewing, and I poured a cup with trembling hands. I peeked my head into Mom's room. "Mom, your tea is ready." She was lying on the bed, with her back to me. Her shoulder rose and fell with her even breaths.
"Thanks, Sweetie. Just put it on the bedside table." She didn't turn around. And there was something wrong with her voice. I nervously placed the cup on the table and stared at her.
"Aren't you going to drink it, Mom?" I was starting to feel a little scared.
"Yes, Gene." She was trying hard to hide the irritation in her voice. "Look, I just need some rest right now. We can talk later. Promise. Ok?"
I wanted to lie down with her and hold her, stroke her hair, be her best favorite boy in hopes that it would make her feel better. My poor mom was sick. I wished there was more I could do. This is what I told myself anyway. "Ok mom," I cleared my throat. "I love you. Please get better."
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I kept myself busy with drawing, reading, and video games for most of the day. I came down a couple of times to check on Mom, and I could hear the TV on inside. I wanted so badly to come in and ask her how she was, maybe do something to help her. But I was afraid. There was certainly something else here. I felt like I had done something wrong, but didn't know what.
I finally did knock on her door to ask about dinner and she ordered Chinese. I brought her food in, and got a glimpse of her red-eyed face. "Mom, how are you? Any better?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know Gene. Today isn't a great day for me. I appreciate you taking care of me though." I waited for her to say more. Her plastic smile didn't reach her eyes.
But as the sun was setting, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door. My heart leapt with joy. "Come in."
Mom came in. She was red-eyed still, but her mouth was that same "everything's great" plastic smile. She sat down on the bed with me. "Scoot over, Sweetie, sit next to me." She wrapped her arm around me. I shuddered with happiness at finally touching her. Her warm body felt so good against mine. I placed a hand on her thigh. Her hand was quickly on mine, holding it prohibitively in place.
"I'm glad you're better, Mom. How are your allergies? That's what this was, right?." My question was a prayer, a plea.
"We need to talk, Gene." Her voice was labored and hoarse.
No one ever wanted to hear that phrase. I stared at her, my mouth gaping. What could be wrong? "Ok." I nodded dumbly.
"Sweetie, I love you."
"I love you too Mom." I tried out the plastic smile too, and it was just as empty.
"You're a very sweet, special boy. I love Hannah, but I always also wanted a boy. Aaron and I had planned on having another baby, but then... Well you know."
"What happened to him, Mom?"
She sighed, "It was a shock to everyone. Aaron had never been athletic. He was more into reading, romantic evenings, that sort of thing. But he was always full of energy and light. He came home from work feeling weak and nauseated and took the next day off. Then he was ill for a week, then two weeks. We were all scared at this point, though I and especially Hannah kept strong for him. We took him to the doctor and they ran a million tests. It took so much waiting. We were so anxious, but the wait also allowed us to keep hope alive. They told us..." Mom's voice broke and a tear ran down her cheek. I removed my hand from her thigh and held her hand. "They told us his pancreas was full of cancer, and that he had less than six months to live. There was hardly anything they could do. It was inoperable and chemo had a ten percent chance of doing anything at all and it would be hell on him. I was there for him and so was Hannah. She stayed home that semester from college. In the end he decided to do..." her voice broke again, "Whatever he could do to ease the pain and be the old Aaron for us. And for himself. He was gone after four months." She sniffed and the tears flowed down her cheeks in earnest.
She continued, "When the semester was over, Hannah offered to stay home with me, but I told her she needed to finish up school, that I would be fine. She was so strong. But I wasn't fine. Who could be fine after this? I haven't been fine since. But I didn't want to bring Hannah down. She was in the prime of her life and should be out chasing boys, walking in the woods, and studying. Not taking care of her basket case mom." She sniffed, and I grabbed some tissues. "Thanks, Sweetie. Anyway, she moved out later that year after she graduated. I encouraged her to. She has her whole life ahead of her.
"The house was so empty, Sweetie. I spent the first month crying myself to sleep every night. My friends were great but they could only do so much. I tried chatting online, and that was something. But I felt like my life was empty too." Her levy broke and now tears poured out. Her body shook with sobs.
"Mom, it's ok." I squeezed her as tight as I could. She shook her head. Even in her anguish she was beautiful and full of poise. I needed to be there not as an acquaintance, or as her boy toy, but as her son. "It's ok I'm here." She lowered her head into my chest, and soon my shirt was soaked through and my room filled with the sound of muffled, but agonized sobs.
I patted her back. I truly had no idea how to handle something like this. This felt just as surreal as our passion had last night. Her body shook against mine, and I was heartbroken that I couldn't do anything for this heavenly creature.
