A Mother's Dilemma

Chris walked into the kitchen unsure of the greeting he was to receive.

"Hi mom."

Karen's puffy eyes and tear streaked cheeks assured him all was not to be well.

"Don't hi me Chris," slipping into sobs, "Don't talk to me. Don't come near me. I want you to just leave me alone while I try to deal with this. Chris, you took advantage of me. God dammit you know that I would have never, NEVER allowed that to happen. It was the same as rape. You're my son. If I couldn't trust you, who is left that I can?"

"But mom, you..."

"NO, don't but mom me. God knows I know what I did, I know how I reacted. Like some fuc... some ruttish bitch. I'm ashamed, God how can I look in the mirror or at you without anger or shame."

"Don't you understand what you did?" she screamed. "Just stay away from me until I can sort it all out. I don't know what we're going to do, what I'm going to do. I can't work today. I can't go in like this. Just leave me be Chris, I don't want to talk to you right now."

"Do you want me to move out? To leave?

"No Chris, I don't want that," Karen replied brushing away her tears. "I just don't know what I want. I don't know. I just don't know. Maybe it would be best. Just go. Just go and let me think, please."

It was a long week. The days were too short when he was away and what little time during the few evenings he spent at home slowed to a crawl. They occasionally passed with neither speaking. He wanted to talk to say something, but Karen always turned away. Chris finally timed his comings and goings to miss his mom completely while staying a few nights at friends.

He was only going to school a half a day now and was working at the Garden Center afterwards. Chris had been at the dock unloading spring and summer stock. They were caught up and now that school was out he would be in the outside lawn and garden area full time.

"Chris, I am so happy you're back. And do I ever need the help. These things are just too heavy to move around for an old woman like me."

"Hi Mrs. Sovell. They've had me in back all last week."

"Well Chris, it's really nice to have you up here. I've missed you." she replied as she gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "And what did I tell you about calling me Joan? I feel old enough without you referring to me as old Mrs. Sovell. And none of that ma'am stuff either."

"Uh, Joan, come on, you're not old at all. At least I don't think you are. You don't look old. I think you look really great."

"Well, that's sweet of you to say. You know one of those snippy little girls at the register asked about you last week. Are you going to go up and see her? I won't say anything if you do, just don't spend too long."

"No, I don't think so. I'll stay back here. What do you want me to do?"

"Well hon, we need to move all these plants over there and set them up on stands. And then we have all those bags there to move and it hurts my shoulders to do it."

Chris reached down lifting the planters, the feel of her large full breasts as Joan hugged him still causing some twitching between his legs. To his relief carrying the plant covered his growing erection. The morning went all too quickly. He ate lunch with Joan in the break room while she chatted away at the things she needed done at home, but aches and pains kept her from finishing.

"Hey, look uh... Joan. I could stop over and help you. I'm not really doing anything else after work."

"Oh could you? Really? You wouldn't mind? That would be so sweet but I don't want to take up your time with your girlfriend or anything."

"Well, I don't think I have a girlfriend right now anyway."

"Oh, I thought you mentioned one the other day when you took the flowers."

"Well, you know how it goes."

"Oh, I'm sorry Chris. If you're not too busy later and don't care, I would love for you to stop over and help me some. You can keep me company for awhile. I'll fix something for us to eat unless you have to run home.

"No, I don't have to be anywhere, but you don't need to fix anything for me."

"Of course I will. If you're going to help me it's the least I can do. I guess we had better get back to work or we'll both need some help."

As he returned to work, his thoughts still on the openings between the buttons of Joan's tightly stretched blouse, he heard his name.

"CHRIS, Chris, I heard you were working here. How are you?"

"Hey hi Aunt Jane."

"Quit calling me aunt. I'm not really your aunt and do I look like an old aunt?" she laughed. "How's your Mother? I haven't talked to her in a week."

"We're sort of not talking right now. She's kind of mad at me so I've been staying out of her way."

"Oh, that's a shame. You want me to say something to her?"

"No, no don't, it might just make it worse. Is there anything I can show you here or help you with?"

Jane turned hiding the lift of her eyes as she thought of several things she would like him to do.

"No no Chris, I just stopped to pick up a hanging basket for my porch. If it's kind of bad at home you know you can always stop over and stay a little while with me. I have plenty of room and that way your mom won't worry and will know where you're at. You can stop over tonight for supper while you decide. I get tired of eating alone anyway."

"Uh, well Aunt Jane, I promised Mrs. Sovell I would help her some after work tonight, but maybe I'll stop over after that if you're sure it's ok?"

Eyebrows slightly raising, Jane glanced toward Joan, "Well, I insist Chris. You stop over after you help out Joan. You can stay in the spare room and I'll call your mom and tell her."

"No, no don't call mom. I'll tell her."

"Well ok, I have to run now but I'll be expectiing you later." she said as she turned and walked over to Joan.

"Hi Joan, I see you have Chris working for you? His Mother and I are good friends."

"Oh, hello Jane. I haven't seen you for awhile. How have you been? Yes, Chris is working here and he's even going to stop over after work to help me with planting a few bushes. He's just the sweetest thing. I'm just getting too old I think to dig the holes to plant them."

"Sure Joan, I know what you want him over for. Harold out of town?"

"JANE, you hush, I wouldn't... and I never. And even if Harold was home I couldn't get him to help me plant the bushes. I've been trying to get him to plant them for a week and yesterday he had to go out of town for a few days."

"Well, you be good to Chris, I love him like he was my own."

"Oh don't worry Jane. I'll fix him supper and send him home. I won't work him too hard." Joan laughed.

Jane turned and walked away her thoughts a blaze of hidden anger. "Sure Joan, and I bet I know just what bush you want planted." She blinked her eyes trying to push away the building fury at the picture of Joan and her Chris together. "Oh God listen to me, like he's my Chris. Well, he is, kind of." Once again Jane's thoughts returned to what she had witnessed. She had wondered how things had been at Karen's. Now she had a little idea of it.

"Chris, do you know her?" Joan asked.

"Yeah, she's my mom's friend. Has been forever I think."

"Oh, I've seen her here and there. Jane's nice. A really petite pretty woman isn't she? Nothing like my big ole butt dragging around here."

Chris tried to cover his laugh, "Joan, I told you that you look great. I'm not kidding. You really do. I mean, you've got a great figure. I mean, what do you want me to tell you?"

"Yeah sure, for an old woman you mean. Well, just keep up what you're saying. You're doing fine." Joan grinned.

"No, come on now, I mean it."

"Well, ok Chris. You are just the sweetest thing."

The day finished quickly and soon enough he found himself digging in the wet dirt planting bushes for Mrs. Sovell.

"CHRIS? Chris, you come in now as soon as you finish. I have dinner for you."

Chris walked around back to kick his muddy shoes off.

"Oh Chris, you've gotten dirt and mud all over you. Here, come with me," Joan said as she lead him back to the adjoining bath in her bedroom. "Put your clothes in this basket and I'll throw them in the wash. It will only take an hour. Here is a robe for you to wear until they're done. As soon as you finish with your shower come eat."

"No Mrs. Sovell. I can't have you do all that."

"Hush, it's no problem at all. I have some of my own to do."

Chris undressed pushing the basket into the hall and taking his shower.

He ate a small supper as Joan moved around cleaning and straightening her house. Chris got up and walked back the hall looking for his clothes. Stepping into Joan's bedroom he found her folding the laundry. Watching her bend over the basket, her breasts stretching the white material of her blouse, his erection pushed unnoticed against the borrowed bathrobe.

"Oh, hi Chris. Was your supper ok? Did you get..." as Joan turned her eyes were captivated as the sash had loosened and gravity now slowly parted the robe, the opening sliding down the length of his cock.

"Uh, Chris, Chris hon." her hands trembling. "You... you need to..."

Chris shrugged realizing it was too late now to cover up. He stepped forward watching to see what Joan would do. She stood frozen in place a range of emotions shaking her, but it was too late. She could only see the bouncing waving hardness as Chris came closer. He reached out taking her hand pulling it against him. He felt her wrist graze the rounded tip of his cock as her fingers encircled him.

Fingertips lifting her chin, Chris kissed her, lips muffling her soft cry of resistance.

"Chris, I can't, we mustn't." her lips helplessly against his.

"Then, let go." his whisper caressing her lips.

"I can't, oh God I can't," as her full lips began to move, lightly brushing over his.

He backed her slowly against the bed unzipping her shorts and pushing them down over her soft hips, falling to the carpet. His lingering kiss held her as his fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pushing it over her shoulders to hang from the hand that was now begining to move back and forth. The hooks of her bra parted, straps slipping from her shoulders, her heavy pendulous breasts falling free against his chest, her bra dangling with her blouse.

"Let go Mrs. Sovell."

"Joan," she whispered through his warm breath. "Chris, I'm afraid."

He reached down easing her hand away, her clothes falling. Chris pushed her back onto the bed. His eyes were rivited to her large smooth breasts, the areolas large dark brown circles sweetly tipped with her large stiffened nipples. His hands reached for the waist of her white cotton panties pulling them over her full well rounded hips and to the floor.

Joan pushed herself back on the bed reaching to grasp his cock again, her fingers in vain trying to encircle the warm hardness as she quietly cried, "Hurry Chris, please, before I say no."

The heady rich scent of her sex widened his eyes, his cock was twitching, jerking uncontrollably in her small hand wetting her wrist as the tip slid across her.

"Oh my God, oh my God oh God Chris, hurry, come here... please hurry, hurry Chris."

"His hand could feel the heat from her pussy as it slipped between her heavy thighs, fingers easily pushing between the sodden lips and inside her. Joan gasped as his teeth lightly bit her nipple. A keening moan escaped as he sucked it hard between his lips.

"Chris, now, I need it now," she cried pulling him over her and upwards their lips pressing urgently together.

Joan's hand quickly pressed his hardness to her moist folds, pushing him between them. Her thighs opened wide, her knees pulling up. Her hands grasped his arms. Long polished nails dug deep, her signal of his entry.

"Stop, stop... don't move, please wait."

Chris paused feeling her muscles convulse around the hard length of him inside her.

"Ok, ok now, now Chris... take me." she whispered.

As her hands held her breasts up to him Chris began to slowly move back and forth inside her, both suddenly jarred from the intense pleasure at the ring of the bedside phone.

"Chris, stop, stop, please don't move. Oh my God I forgot, he calls every evening at this time. I have to answer it. It's my husband. Don't say anything, please, please Chris not a whisper."

"Hi hon. Fine, how are you, how are things going?... I had a salad tonight Harold what did you have?"

Chris wickedly grinned as his cock twitched and jerked inside her. Joan's eyes closed as her teeth bit her bottom lip. He moved slowly pulling away to the very tip, then gently, quietly pushing back inside her. Joan tightened her thighs trying to stop him, but Chris slid easily between them. Her fingertips dug deeper into his arm, sharp nails biting.

"Yes hon, weather is fine. Oh, it's just... Someone from the Center helped me plant the bushes and I did some house work, that's all. Just ran in to grab the phone so I'm a little out of breath is all."

Chris watched as her eyes opened. He could see the panic in them, her head twisting no, pleading. He knew he was winning the quiet struggle as her hips moved for him, her knees lifting. A slow rocking rhythm as he pushed deeper inside her.

"Hon, Harold, I have to run, really. I have to go. I have to pay... the boy... from the center. He's waiting... I'm sorry, I... have to run. Call me later?"

The phone fell to the carpet as she missed the cradle.

"Chris, I can't do this. That was my husband and I feel terrible, please I can't anymore. Please stop."

Chris stopped moving, his hips pressed tightly to the back of her thighs, his cock twitching inside her. "Then push me away Mrs. Sovell."

Joan closed her eyes turning her face away.

"I can't, oh God I can't."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Do it."

"Do what?"

"I just want you to do it, please Chris."

"Do what? What do you want me to do," Chris whispered as his warm breath and lips lightly played across her cheek.

Joan paused, then as her eyes opened looking up at him she moaned, "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me Chris."

He grinned as he pulled back and drove himself into her. Her breasts shook and her knees rocked to his thrusts.

She looked up at him and whispered between gasps, "I'll get you for that bit with the phone. Oh you'll pay Chris. You'll pay for that."

Her arms pulled him closer as desire, need, and the incredible sensations of his cock sliding inside her pushed away everything else. Her breasts ached as she gasped. Her hips burned with passion from the unrelenting thrusts. Her face flushed with heat as she felt her orgasm nearing. Her muscles tensed, then turned to jelly as her pussy convulsed around the hard length pounding inside her.

"Oh God, hon... hurry.. hurry... there, oh God cum with me... ohhhhhh.... please hon... cum in me... now, there... nowwwwwwwwwww.. yes..... yes.... there... right there..."

Chris sat up watching Joan sleep. He quietly dressed letting himself out. He liked Joan and knew that no one should see him leave. It was a long walk to the nearest all night fast food place where he sat and waited until it was time to go to work.

"Karen?"

"Oh, hello Jane."

"Have you heard from Chris?"

"No, not for days and I'm a little worried. Have you seen him or know where he is staying?"

"I talked to him at the Garden Center yesterday when I was there. He looked fine. He told me that you two weren't talking but didn't get into why. He was going to Joan's after work to help her with some bushes. Afterwards he was supposed to come here. I was going to make him supper and see if I could get him to go home and talk to you."

"Jane, the money Joan's husband makes? You told me he was a banker or something didn't you? She could have hired someone to do that couldn't she?"

"Well, I think maybe she has taken to him. They work together and she said something about fixing him supper and then sending him home. It looks like the sending him home part didn't work out."

"Jane, you don't think...?"

"Oh Karen, I don't think so. Surely he wouldn't. Not with her? That conniving old bitch might want him to though. I don't know. You know how young men are. But Chris is so nice. Maybe he wouldn't? I'm hoping he'll stop over after work today. If he does I'll fix him something to eat and talk to him, try to get him to call you or go home."

"I do miss him Jane. I hate it being at home alone. I'm so used to him being here and helping me with things. I miss him so much I can hardly stand it. It's just, we really had a terrible misunderstanding. It's been going on two weeks since we've talked. I haven't seen him for almost a week. I don't even know for sure where he is."

"Don't worry Karen. Don't worry. I'll talk to him tonight and bring him home."

"Ok, I have to run, I have this damn meeting I have to go to. I'll talk to you later. Ok?"

"Ok Karen, Bye now."

Karen buried her face in her hands. "God, why don't these fucking women leave him alone. He's my son. I want him home. Jane. Jane wouldn't would she?" Yet Karen knew. She would. The pang of jealousy bit into her deep as the corners of her eyes filled and her lip trembled. The thought of Chris with that Joan woman, or even Jane... Karen shivered with despair. She would be a little late getting away from work tonight, but she would start calling Jane as soon as she got home. She wiped her eyes and picked up her folders and walked to the hallway.

"Hi Karen, I'm going to your meeting too. I was assigned to your project so I guess I'm working for you."

"Oh, hi John. Well, we always need good legal help."

The nearness of him made her nervous as he brushed against her walking down the hall. "My God Karen," she thought. "Get control of yourself." She stopped suddenly, realizing it wasn't John... "Was it? The little tingling sensations began when she was talking to Jane about Chris."

"Karen? Karen? Are you alright?"

"Oh, sure, I'm sorry John. I just got lost for a moment. Something I have to do tonight." As her lips tightened and she straightened her walk she thought... "Yes, yes, something I have to do."

Work went well, considering. Joan didn't mention the previous night and Chris didn't bring it up either. He figured he would wait until she said something. As they walked out she turned and hugged him, kissing his cheek whispering, "Thank you Chris. You were wonderful, you really were. Maybe, I'll buy another bush." As she turned to walk away Joan paused looking back, "But I'll still get you for that little meaness with the phone."

He stared as she walked away to her car. The stirring in his jeans growing to uncomfortable lengths from the feel of her breasts pressed against him. "Well, tonight he guessed he would go over to Aunt Jane's and eat supper. See what happens from there. He had a couple friends he could stay the night with or he could stay at Jane's. It didn't look like it would be another night with Joan."

"Chris, Chris where have you been?" Jane exclaimed as she opened the door. "You were supposed to be here yesterday. I was worried about you. She stretched to her tiptoes to reach up and hug him tightly. "Well, I'm glad you're here now. Come on, sit down while I fix you something to eat. Did you work today? How was it? Do you have to work tomorrow? Oh listen to me, I am asking questions quicker than you can answer."

"That's ok, and I don't need anything to eat. I got something on the way over here. I just wanted to stop and let you know I was ok."

"Well, that was nice of you Chris. You can stay the night here and I can run you to work in the morning if you like. That is, unless you want me to run you home?"

"No, uh... I don't know about that. Maybe I should, could uh, maybe stay here for the night? I have some clothes in my backpack if I could wash them?"

"Of course. I have the spare room ready Chris and I'll throw your clothes in the wash. Lets go back and I'll get you something to wear to bed."