*All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years old.*
The winter of my senior year of high school was pretty anticlimactic. With my good grades and running ability, I had already signed a full scholarship to college. My mother and I had toured the college together and she had been sold on the fact that it was only a three-hour drive away from home. I am 18 with a toned body, thanks to running track most of my life. Mom is 36 and is a knockout. She does yoga and various calisthenics to stay in shape. She often complains about her "Mommy weight," but I just think it gives her the perfect hourglass figure. With DD breasts, an adorable bubble butt, and a smile that could mesmerize you, she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. I made sure to tell her this often. I had to make up for my stepfather's complete lack of compliments to my beautiful mother.
My parents were never married and I never met my father. I never cared, considering he never helped my mother or me. Mom worked her whole life and is a successful design engineer for mostly large-scale construction projects. Money was never an issue and she was always able to keep her work schedule as a normal 9-5. She was always my biggest fan once I started running track and never missed a track meet. Growing up, Mom dated from time to time, but nothing regular. When I was in 8th grade she began dating and eventually married my current stepdad, Bill. He was nice enough, but we never really bonded. Mom had raised me to be as independent as possible, so I never really needed anything from him.
After almost 4 years of marriage, I was seeing a definite decline in their behavior and intimacy toward one another. Having Mom tour the prospective college campus with me turned out to be just what she needed. The tour guide mistook us for a couple and commented several times on this fact. Mom loved this and flat-out refused to correct him. We walked arm-in-arm the whole time and basically acted like a playful young couple. She even insisted that I call her a pet name instead of "Mom," while we were there. I laughed this off and settled on "babe," which Mom absolutely adored.
We spent a lot of time playfully flirting and placing innuendo into any conversation we had. We made several other people, including the tour guide, blush on several occasions. Mom even asked about the rules about "conjugal visits." The only time it became uncomfortable was during a presentation when Mom and I were standing in the very back of the auditorium. Mom was standing in front of me leaning back against me with my arms around her middle and her head resting against my chest. With her ass pressed firmly against my crotch, I began to feel my cock growing hard. I was mortified, but Mom never let on that she was embarrassed in any way. I swear I felt her grinding her ass against my rock-hard cock and moaning softly several times.
As the presentation and tour ended, Mom continued to cling to me as we walked back to her car to drive home. As I drove us home, Mom always loved it when I drove us even in her car, we talked about my first semester at college and my planned classes. Mom was excited and enthusiastic, but I could also tell she was sad about me moving out. I made a joke about Mom and my stepdad turning into "empty nesters," but Mom surprised me when she scoffed and muttered, "I doubt he'll notice."
I was surprised and she went on to explain that they had been steadily growing distant. She even insinuated that they hadn't had sex in months. When I commented on their upcoming plans for their 4 year anniversary, Mom said, "I have a feeling that something will come up. We haven't had a date night or anything romantic for a long time. Every time I try to talk about it, he just makes an excuse and blames it on work. I'm basically just waiting for him to ask for a divorce. If he wants out then he's going to be paying for it. I'm just glad I kept all of my savings and checking accounts in my name and not a joint account."
I was surprised but not overly shocked since I had seen some of the change in their behavior, but I hadn't expected my mother to admit to all of this. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it comfortingly as I said, "It'll work out, one way or another. I'll be there for you every step of the way."
Mom smiled affectionately at me as she replied sadly, "I know you will, honey. At least until you leave for college."
We brought our conversation back to the remainder of my time in high school, my plans for summer, and leaving for college. Mom specified that I would be expected home on the weekends, and was welcome any other night I wanted, for a home-cooked meal, doing laundry, my real bed, and if I missed her. I kissed the back of her hand chivalrously as I added, "I'll always miss you, babe."
Mom beamed at my use of her new pet name as we arrived home. As we walked inside, we linked arms and unconsciously fell into our "fake couple" routine. Bill's car wasn't there, so neither of us was surprised that he wasn't home. Mom and I then began rummaging through the kitchen to decide what we wanted for dinner. After a few minutes, Mom's phone rang. Bill apologized but said he wouldn't be home until late and to eat without him. Mom barely reacted and simply fell back into looking for choices.
We finally decided on grilled chicken with steamed rice and broccoli. I began preparing the grill as Mom set out the ingredients. Hoping to lift her spirits, I continued to call her "babe," and carried on in our playful fake relationship. Mom easily played along and before long we were playfully flirting, speaking in innuendo, and giggling at ourselves. I made it a point to keep my rock-hard boner under control and kept it tucked to the side in my boxer briefs.
As we prepared dinner, Mom came to lean against me in the same way as before. I immediately wrapped my arms around her and she sighed as she placed her hands over mine. We barely moved as we cooked and continued to talk casually, despite my rock-hard cock and her continued subtle grinding of her ass against it.
We ate our dinner in the same routine and continued playful back and forth as we cleaned up. Once we were done, we sat on the couch as we watched TV before bed. Mom was sitting between my legs with her back against my chest. I had my arms around her middle and my chin on her shoulder as we watched TV in silence. Mom seemed to relax against me and I would have sworn she was asleep if not for her continuing to subtlety grind her ass against my hard cock. My cock was painfully hard and I would certainly need a release before bed.
Mom finally stopped grinding against me and turned her body so that she was now practically lying on top of me with her face resting against my chest. I began slowly stroking her back as she relaxed completely. After a little while, Mom roused herself and said that she was going to bed. I nodded and got off the couch with her as I turned off the TV. We climbed the stairs together and I had to force myself not to playfully smack her luscious ass as she walked in front of me. As Mom and I came together for a hug, she openly ground herself against my very hard cock and moaned into my ear. I was shocked and incredibly turned on, but even more so when she moaned into my ear, "My god, your cock is so hard, honey."
I stuttered and tried to think of an excuse when she leaned back, looked up at me with lust in her eyes, snaked a hand to cup my bulge, and asked, "Honey is your cock hard because of me?"
I could only nod and moan as she gently groped and stroked me through my pants. She smiled up at me and asked, "Did you get horny from pretending to be my boyfriend, honey?"
I finally was able to find my voice as I gently pushed my bulge against her hand and said, "Yes. I couldn't help it, Mom. It was so easy to act that way with you."
