(Crossing the sometimes blurred line separating love and lust)
(A moms efforts to console and provide emotional support for her recently divorced son turns to a night of passion and pleasure).
As far back as I can remember my mom has held tightly to the opinion that sometimes in life things just happen. She argues it's a waste of ones' time and energy to try to use logic and reason to rationalize those occurrences. Over the years she has employed her, 'things just happen' philosophy to explain such things as: my constant cuts and bruises as a kid, storm damage to our house. fender benders, job losses and financial setbacks, as well as family problems both large and small. Rather than acknowledge the fact that my dad was having an affair, she fell back on this long held view as a way to cope with a painful divorce three years ago, after a seemingly happy marriage of twenty-four years.
When I was young I never questioned her failure to apply logic and reasoning, however, as I grew older I found that I couldn't accept what I saw as her irrational and unrealistic view. I deal with reality and look for causes, because I know that chance occurrences and coincidences are very rare. But when she expressed her 'things just happen' opinion again last night, I conceded that it could be the only way to rationalize and justify what had happened.
Mom was forty-five years old when she and dad split. Two months ago, I filed divorce proceedings against my wife, Cindy, after learning about her affair with an old high school boyfriend. Our marriage had only lasted seven months; thankfully we had agreed to postpone starting a family, and we had not accumulated money or property to fight over.
Reluctantly I gave in to moms insistence that I move back home with her. I worried that my present circumstances could bring back painful memories for her, and tear open wounds that had not come close to healing. I agreed to come home for a few weeks until I got my bearings. Three months later I am still here.
After a long day at work, I stopped off for a few beers and didn't get home until around ten-thirty. When I walked into the living room I found mom in her robe sitting on the sofa watching Casablanca. I had never watched the entire movie but had seen promos on one of the movie channels. I knew that it was the famed acting duo of bogie and Bacall in a heart wrenching story of lost love. I sat down beside mom and saw that she was crying. When I reached over to give her a hug she laid her head on my lap and tucked her feet up behind her. To show my empathy and compassion I began gently rubbing her upper arm.
She said, "Danny, you know there's nothing like a good cry to relieve pent up stress and frustrations."
I replied, "I've heard that mom, I should probably give it a try."
I glanced down and saw that the top of her robe had fallen open, exposing her left breast. She had not noticed, so I didn't say anything, not wanting to interrupt her crying or interfere with the movie, which was coming to its dramatic and heartbreaking concluding scenes. I tried to fix my gaze on the TV screen but found that I could not stop staring at moms' firm breast and erect nipple. I continued to massage her arm and shoulder; embarrassed to find that looking at her breast was causing my cock to stiffen. I felt it give a quick jerk against the side of her face.
Mom did not flinch as she said, "Hmm, there may be one thing better than crying to relief stress. This old movie makes me cry; it makes you horny."
I shifted my position so that her head was resting on my upper leg rather than my crotch. I replied, "No mom, it's not the movie."
I gestured toward her exposed breast; she looked down at her open robe and quickly sat up pulling it together. She said, "Oh shit Danny, I'm sorry, I should be more careful."
I said, "Not you're fault mom. I shouldn't have been looking at your breast and certainly shouldn't have been aroused by it."
Mom said, "Danny, you're a young man going through a divorce, you're not having sex, so why wouldn't you be turned on by looking at a nice tit." She added, "even though I'm pushing fifty, I do still have a nice pair of tits, if I do say so myself."
I responded, "I saw that you have at least one nice tit, mom, but I shouldn't have been looking; shouldn't have gotten excited. It might be different if I was drunk out of my mind, but I'm not."
She said, "Honey you're making way too much of this. You know my thinking on this sort of thing; 'sometimes things just happen."
I said, "Yeah mom, I know you're thinking very well, but this 'thing' should not have happened. Its' not that you're robe fell open, its' that I kept staring and getting turned on. Nope, it shouldn't have affected me in that way."
She smiled at me, patted my leg, and repeated, "Things happen. Let's just leave it at that, OK."
I stood up and said, "I'm going to get some milk and cookies, want some?"
Mom responded, "Milk and cookies would be good."
When I returned with the snack, mom had changed her position on the sofa. She had her arms wrapped around her knees pulling them tightly against her breasts. I had seen her sit like that hundreds of times, but I had never noticed, until now, that when she was sitting like that the bottom of her robe didn't fully cover her panties. It was only a brief glimpse, but I saw that the crotch of her panties was soaked and there was a wet spot on the sofa between her legs. My cock began to swell again as I tried to position myself to where mom couldn't see what was happening.
I ate a couple of cookies, gulped down the milk and told mom I was going to bed. I did not want her to see how anxious and uncomfortable I was becoming, so I followed my normal routine by leaning over to give her a quick good-night kiss on the cheek.
As I headed for the stairs I heard mom say, "Good-night Danny! Stop you're worrying. We're fine! Everything is fine!"
As soon as I got into my room I stripped naked, pulled the covers down, clicked off the bedside lamp and crawled into bed. I lay there thinking about what mom had said about everything being fine and almost convinced myself that she was right. But if everything was so fine, why was I laying here with a hard cock and continuing to think about her erect nipples and wet pussy?
I was having a tough time falling asleep and had decided that the only way I would get any sleep tonight was to relieve my sexual tension by jerking off. Just as I wrapped my hand around my cock, I heard mom tap on the door. She opened it slightly, stuck her head in and whispered, "Danny, are you asleep?"
I said, "No mom."
She said, "I haven't been able to get to sleep either, maybe I could come in and we could chat for a while."
I said, "Sure, come on in."
She closed the door behind her and came over to set on the edge of my bed. I moved back to give her room as she crossed her legs in a yoga position. We could not see each other clearly because the only light in the room came from the illuminated numerals of a digital clock on my dresser.
Mom began, "Honey, I have a confession to make."
When I did not respond to her comment she continued. "I want you to know that you were not alone in having thoughts about sex tonight. When you were getting hard and rubbed against my face, my first thought was to turn over on my stomach, unzip your pants, take out your stiff cock and start sucking on it. It scared the shit out of me having those kinds of thoughts about you."
I said, "I swear mom, I've never thought that way about you before tonight."
She said, "We've had no reason to have those thoughts until now. We both have physical needs that are going unfulfilled. We are depriving ourselves of that pleasure. I really like to fuck Danny, but I haven't had a hard cock inside of me since your dad moved out. I have my toys, but..."
I said, "I know you haven't dated since the divorce."
She responded, "And you haven't been out with a woman since you filed for your divorce. Zero pussy, am I right?"
