Finding Solace in Mom
Disclaimer: Not real people/everyone is 18/18+
Author's Note: I had scrapped this initially but I really like the characters and I feel like I can play with it more. I just feel dead ended on it here. So feedback is welcome. As always thanks for reading.
TITUS
The headlights of my car lit on my mom's little house as I pulled up for the first time in over a year. A sour laugh bubbled up from my throat. 'If only I was here for a visit and not a funeral.' I thought bitterly as tears stung at my eyes. My best friend had died in a car crash two days ago, his funeral was tomorrow and I had driven from out of state to be here. I got out of my mustang and looked up at the house.
Mom was out on the front porch, wrapped in her robe, waiting for me. Her long brown hair had a few more gray streaks, and she had a few more curves, but she hadn't changed much since I last saw her. She was still Alice, still Mom. I mounted the steps and she held her arms out to me.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry sweetheart." She said and I broke falling into her arms and sobbing into her shoulder. He had been like my brother, I had shared some of my darkest secrets with him. We had been closer than blood and now he was gone. I felt abandoned and alone, like I didn't have anyone left. She rubbed my back as I cried, her small hands gentle and soothing.
"Come on, let's go inside and I'll make you some tea." She said and led me to the kitchen as I rubbed my eyes. I felt raw and vulnerable as I sat at the kitchen table and she made us some tea. She smiled and reached under the cabinet, then pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
"Let's drink to Wayne. May he fly high." She said and I grinned as she added a healthy amount to my tea before adding cream and sugar. She put a splash in hers and we both clicked glasses before taking a sip. I winced at the burn of the alcohol, but I knew the more I had the less it burned.
"How have classes been going?" Mom asked and I grinned, same old mom.
"Not bad, grades are all passing though I might need to take some extra credit in Bio." I said and she smiled, I knew she was proud I was getting my degree, let alone a science degree. It may just be veterinary science but it was something special to her.
"My teachers were really understanding. They sent classwork with me so I'll probably stay here with you for the rest of the week. Is that okay? I just need a safe place right now." I said as I gulped more of the spiked tea the warmth of the alcohol finally started to fill me. My eyes wandered to Mom, her robe had fallen open letting me see the blue silk nightie she wore beneath. Old feelings started to stir in me as my eyes wandered down to where the nightie barely reached her thighs. Her legs were crossed in her chair next to me and her nightie had slid up just enough. I could see the line of her pink panties.
"Titus?" Mom said a question in her voice and my eyes snapped up to hers, she had caught me looking. She closed her robe but blushed as she sipped more of her tea.
"Animal behavior is going well. We're studying the difference between instinct and nurture." I said and she nodded looking distracted. I finished my tea and suddenly felt sleepy.
"Am I staying in my old room?" I asked with a yawn, it had been a long drive and the exhaustion had finally caught up to me.
"Oh! Yes, of course. That must have been an awful drive. I'll be up a bit longer, goodnight Titus." she said with a soft smile. I leaned down to kiss her cheek but she turned at the last second in surprise. Our lips met, my alcohol clouded brain couldn't stop what happened next. I grabbed her face and forced my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately. She moaned and I felt her tongue sliding against mine almost pleadingly, begging me to do more. I pulled back and looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and her face was awash with desire, then her eyes snapped open.
"Titus, no. We can't do this. GO! GET OUT!" she shouted, ripping herself away from me and pushing me away from her. I stumbled back grabbing my head in shock as I sobered quickly.
"Oh shit." I muttered and staggered to my room slamming the door and fisting my throbbing cock through my pants as I leaned against it. I had kissed her, I had kissed mom. My cock was so hard it hurt, I ripped down my pants and started to stroke myself. My mom's soft lips, the taste of sweetness and whiskey on her tongue racing through my mind. The fantasy of her running that tentative tongue over my cock made my hips buck and I gasped as I unloaded my cum into my hand. I dropped to my knees as shame engulfed me. I thought I had gotten past these desires for her, only Wayne had known. Only he had been able to comfort me.
"Man, why did you have to leave me?" I sobbed as I curled up on the floor of my room and cried myself to sleep.
ALICE
I could hear Titus crying, I had been harsh, but he had kissed me. The first contact had been an accident I was sure, but after that had been all him. My hand trembled as it met my lips, he had been so desperate. He had tasted like the whiskey in his tea, and it was true I could blame the alcohol. I shook my head, no, he had intentionally kissed me like that. Like a lover, not a mother. The most troubling thing had been the way he made me feel...wanted.
"He wants me. I haven't felt a pull that powerful since his father." I whispered and began to cry silently. I wandered back to my room and curled up in bed not even bothering to take off my robe as I tried to sleep amongst dreams of my son's demanding tongue and desperate lips.
The next morning I awoke with a mild headache and a troubled heart. Images of bare skin and connected bodies haunted me as I tried to shake off the sexual dreams I'd had all night. I wandered out to find the smell of coffee and Titus nursing a mug and a miserable look.
"Hey, kid. Did you sleep at all?" I asked, choosing to play like the kiss was the alcohol. He looked up from the abyss of his mug and shook his head.
"Couldn't sleep. Kept having dreams about Wayne. Kept telling me to keep trying. Trying what?" He said in frustration and rubbed his head before groaning and putting his head down on the table. He had loved Wayne like a brother, losing him was devastating.
"Listen mom. About last night, I wasn't thinking clearly and that was beyond crossing the line. I'm sorry." He said and I smiled trying to comfort him.
"Honey, I understand. Getting drunk and doing stupid shit is how I had you." I said and he laughed, though there was a note of bitterness in it.
"Let me get some breakfast for you, that will help with the hangover." I said and patted his back as I went to the fridge and pulled out the stuff to make breakfast bagels.
"Thanks mom, I appreciate you being so understanding." He said as he sipped at his coffee, there was still a sad lost look on his face. He seemed so miserable without his friend. When he had come home last for a visit they had been inseparable. I had honestly thought they might be lovers.
