Just when I thought things were running in a straight line, life threw me a curve ball that would forever alter how I viewed my world. But please don't feel sorry for me, because the curve ball life threw me that fateful morning gave me something I had never even thought about before. It gave me Mom. Maybe I should explain.
My name is Brandon Peterson, I'm twenty-one years old and in my junior year of college. I stand just shy of six feet and weigh around one-seventy. I have black hair and blue-green eyes. I guess I'm in average shape for someone my age, and I've been told that I was handsome. Of course, since it was my mother that had told me that, I'm pretty sure it doesn't count. Currently I live in a one-bedroom apartment above my parent's garage. It has everything someone my age needed. There's a small efficiency kitchen with a bar/counter that doubles as a dining spot separating it from my formal living area, and a master bedroom complete with a rather large bathroom. The bathroom is large to accommodate the huge walk-in shower that for some unknown reason my father had insisted upon installing. Originally the apartment had been added above the garage for my dad's parents so they would have a place to live close to family in their old age. Unfortunately they both perished in a pile-up on I-5 before the place was even finished. Now my father refused to even step foot in the place.
As for my parents, my father's name is Edward. He's forty-five years old and looks like an older version of me. He is an investment banker, and about three times a year he has to go out of town for business. Most times his trips last around a week, which doesn't make mom very happy. When he is home he works long hours, often times bringing his work home with him. For hours on end he'd lock himself into his den leaving mom and I to spend time together. Now don't get me wrong, I love my father, but sometimes I resent him for not spending more time with us. When we did spend time together as a family unit it was fun. The only thing is, those times were far and few between. I think that was the reason mom and I grew so close. By the time I was eighteen it was more like we were best friends than mother and son, we had no trouble talking about anything. During the times dad was away mom would sometimes visit with me in my tiny apartment just to have someone to talk to.
Now, about my mother. Her name is Linda. She's forty-two years old and is an elementary teacher for the local school district. If I had to guess I'd say she stands about five-seven and couldn't weigh more than one twenty-five at best. She is long and slender with small breasts and fantastic legs that went on forever. I know this because I have seen her in her swimsuit on many occasions. One of her favorite activities is to spend a lot of time in the back-yard pool. She still has jet-black hair that's cut short to accent her long graceful neck, and deep blue eyes that twinkle when she is feeling mischievous. Something I haven't seen in quite a while. Until life pitched me this curve ball I never gave much thought as to whether mom was pretty or not, I just thought of her as Mom. Let me tell you, that changed in a hurry.
Normally, since I was on summer break, I worked on Mondays, but the sandwich shop called and said the meat freezer had died sometime over the weekend causing all the meat to go bad. They told me to take a few days off while it was repaired and re-stocked. With nothing better to do I decided to go over to the main house and see if my mother wanted to do anything. Since it was nearly noon I was fairly sure that I'd find her either swimming or working on her already bronzed tan. Being a teacher she had summers off too. Heading down the steep staircase on the outside of my place, the only drawback to living there, I sauntered over and let myself in. Since we live out in the country our doors were hardly ever locked.
At first I wasn't even sure mom was home. The house was eerily quiet for some reason; usually the radio or the television was on. I walked across the living room into the dining room and glanced out the sliding glass doors toward the pool and patio. No one was there. I began to wonder if mom had slept in so I headed up the stairs to the second floor. As I climbed the stairs the eerie quiet started to get to me, making me start to wonder if mom was okay. By the time I reached the top landing my mind had swam through a myriad of scenarios that all ended badly. Stopping, I glanced down the hallway looking for any signs of something being wrong. At the end of the hall on the right-hand side was my parent's master suite, the door stood wide open. Slowly I began to sneak forward, all manner of evil shit racing through my brain. I didn't know why I was so apprehensive, it might have something to do with that horror flick I'd watched last night, but everything looked just fine so I continued on. About halfway down the hall I began to hear the subtle sounds of moaning. I stopped in my tracks and listened. There it was again; a slight moan. It wasn't the kind of moan one would associate with bad things. Quite the contrary; it had a sexual undertone to it. Did mom have someone in her bedroom, a male someone I wondered as I began to creep forward again.
The moans grew louder the closer I got to her bedroom door. For reasons I couldn't understand, her moans seemed to have a mixture of both pleasure and the hint of frustration in them. Reaching the door I slipped against the wall and debated whether I should look or not. If she had someone in there she would surely get pissed if I interrupted them. But as the old saying goes, curiosity killed the cat; but satisfaction brought him back. Peeking around the doorframe with one eye I almost pissed my pants. Instantly my cock swelled and my breath caught in my throat. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Lying on the bed was my mother, my very naked mother. She had her head and shoulders propped up on some pillows with her knees up and her long legs opened. In her hands was a flesh colored rubber cock that she was swiftly slipping in and out of her fur-covered pussy. The rubber dick must have been at least twelve inches long, but not very thick. She was only inserting about four or five inches into her obviously wet cunt, I could see her juices glisten on the shaft each time she pulled it out. I was in awe at what I was witnessing. Mom's face was scrunched up in total concentration, her eyes tightly closed and her lips slightly parted as she rammed the rubber cock inside.
"Come on, damnit!" she groaned.
Faster and faster she plunged the dildo into her pussy, the sound of her wetness reaching my ears. My cock became painfully erect as I watched her. I could see her small breasts jiggle from her efforts, the dark-brown areolas in sharp contrast to the snow-white skin of her untanned tits. Her skin was the color of bronze except where her swimsuit had been. Desperately I wanted to tear myself away from there and give her the privacy that she deserved, but I couldn't. I was rooted to this spot, unable to move or breathe. When I saw her eyes start to flutter open and her head start to go back toward the pillows I finally moved. I yanked my head back out of sight and stood there in total disbelief. For the very first time in my life I wasn't thinking of her as just
Mom.
I was thinking of her as one of the sexiest women I've ever seen. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard her growl, "God damnit!"
The next thing I knew something came flying out her door and slammed forcefully against the hall wall, then fell silently onto the carpeted floor. I stood there transfixed as I stared at the glistening rubber cock lying limp on the floor, the sound of my mother's angry words echoing in the stillness.
"Damnit! Damnit! Damnit," the sound of frustration clearly evident in her voice.
Now, if I were a good son I would've just hauled my ass out of there and let her be. But apparently I'm not a good son judging by what I did next. I stepped over and picked up the rubber cock, amazed by its size, weight and flexibility. Without thinking I turned and stepped inside mom's bedroom, stopping at the foot of her bed and openly staring at her naked beauty. She didn't even notice; her hands were covering her face as she leaned against the stack of pillows behind her. She also still had her legs parted giving me a perfect view of her glistening pinkness beneath the dark black curls of her pussy hair.
"Well, it looks like your little friend here is falling down on the job," I said, my voice a little raspy.
Mom yanked her hands away from her face and stared at me, her complexion going from ghostly white to a deep dark crimson.
"What the fuck!" she screamed as she frantically tried to cover herself with the sheets.
"I don't mean to intrude Mom, but it looks like you need to fire Mister Wiener here," I told her, wiggling the rubber cock to emphasize my point.
She finally managed to cover herself, at least the parts my eyes wanted to see more of, and then her face went from embarrassed to down right angry.
"Brandon, what the fuck do you think you're doing? Get out! Get the fuck out right now!" she screamed.
"Okay, okay Mom. I'll just leave this here with you," I said, laying the rubber cock on the foot of her bed before turning and rushing out.
I heard her scream, "Damnit!" once more before I could get all the way down the stairs.
Once I was safely back in my place I grabbed a soda out of the fridge then sat at one of the two bar stools at the counter and let my mind review what I had seen. God, all these years of growing up around her and I'd had no clue as to how lovely she truly was. How could I have been so blind? Of course I had no reason to notice things like that. As I stated earlier she was just
Mom
. I knew that was going to change. There was definitely no going back now. I knew that every time I looked at her from now on I would be thinking about her naked. A light tapping on the door interrupted my musings. Before I could get up to answer, the door swung open and mom popped her head around it.
"Can I come in, honey?" she asked, a look of embarrassment on her face.
"Yeah, sure Mom," I answered, my own embarrassment written all across my face as well.
She came in and shut the door before hesitantly walking over and taking the other stool.
