Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Prologue
My name is not John, but for the sake of sharing this very personal tale it is my moniker of choice. I have been a fan of literotica for some time now, and particularly the mother-son stories, probably because of my own experiences you are soon to read. I have felt compelled to share my experience with others who would understand, but have always feared persecution. Literotica has now provided me a forum in which anonymity is assured. I realize that a lot of other authors who post here are probably writing fiction portrayed as fact, but that doesn't bother me. The fact that people are reading it tells me that I am not the only one who feels these desires that some may consider perverse. Also, some of these stories must be true. Mine is. What follows is my attempt to relieve the weight of what I have kept to myself... until now.
I had a very normal upbringing, and felt loved by both of my parents. The only thing that was slightly atypical to me was how much younger both of my parents were compared to my freinds' parents. Mom (Claire) got pregnant with me when she was 17 and dad (Dan) was 19. I was an accident, (or a "surprise" as my mom phrased it) but my parents were very responsible and competent. Dad was always very handy and started an auto-shop with the help of his parents. It flourished in an underserviced market with unmet demand, under dad's expert ability. He worked a lot while mom's primary job was to take care of the baby, me.
I should amend my previous statement. I had a very normal upbringing and felt loved by both of my parents, until the age of 9. That's when dad passed. He died very suddenly. He was side-swiped on an icy road by a pickup truck that was going a little bit faster than it should have been in those conditions. The car he was driving spun and rolled down a hill into a shallow river. The coroner said that dad was unconscious from his head hitting the airbag before he drowned. He felt no pain. The man who side swiped him called for an ambulance. Dad's parents and mom didn't think it was necessary to press charges. It was an accident and the man felt awful about it. The irony of my dad the automobile mechanic dying in a car accident, is not lost on me.
It devastated us, mom and me. I loved my father very much, almost as much as mom did. We recovered after mourning him and never wanted for anything. Dad had taken out a large life insurance policy, had some money tucked away, and his company, (then employing over 50 mechanics, managers and secretaries in three different locations) was booming. Mom decided to keep the company in lieu of selling it. She is a very savvy woman and dad never kept anything from her. She was very familiar with his business when he died and although she knew nothing about fixing cars, she had an expert staff in place and managers that she and dad had both trusted. One of whom is my godfather Max. She promoted him to CEO of the company and gave him 15% of the company as a very generous bonus. My grandparents thought it was a foolish move at the time, but it provided Max an incentive to keep the company profitable and benefit from the profits. He handles all the work and the company has continued to grow under his watchful, loyal eye. Meanwhile, my mom retains 85% of the company and profits.
Chapter 1
That was all 10 years ago now. Mom never dated other men, before or after my dad. She took a couple years to get over dad and then devoted her time to me. She volunteered at my school events, hosted my friends after school, drove me to my sporting events like rugby and basketball in the summer, hockey and swimming in the winter. She doesn't need to work anymore so she reads a lot, paints and sculpts, is an accomplished chef, works out, runs and does yoga. She is a true renaissance lady of the modern era.
I am 19 now and mom is 38, but she doesn't look a day over 30. It is hard to describe her without sounding like I'm embellishing. She is divine. She stands about 5'6" next to me at 6'2". She has a beautiful face with large pouty lips and big blue-green eyes. Surrounding this face is long, cascading blonde hair that shimmers in the light. She has long slender legs that widen as they reach her thighs and continue to widen into perfectly shaped hips and a perfectly shaped ass that still turns heads when she walks down the street. Above that fantastic ass is a small waist with a flat stomach. Yet further up is her most appealing physical feature. Mom has the most incredible breasts that I have ever seen in my entire life. They are large, firm and perky. They are perfectly shaped and each is larger than my hand. Her skin is soft and porcelain smooth. Obviously I can't include a picture of her, but I remember the first time I saw a picture of a young Anna Nicole Smith I was struck by the similarity between her and my mother.
I remember the first day I started to see my mother as more than a mom. It was a Thursday near the end of the school year. I was in my final year of high school and coming downstairs for breakfast. I could hear mom in the kitchen humming along with the radio as I approached the kitchen.
"Mornin' mom."
She was standing at the stove and turned to me with a smile as I sat at the kitchen table. "Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"
"Like the dead." I smiled back.
"Well that's good, I'm frying you up some turkey bacon and eggs. What would you like for lunch?"
At this point I made a seemingly insignificant decision, which in retrospect, changed my perception of my mother and everything between us.
"How about tuna for a change?"
"Sure sweety." She put down the spatula in her hand and walked across the kitchen.
Mom walked over to the cupboard where we keep our canned goods. Tuna was an unusual request for me so it's kept on the top shelf. Mom stood on tip toe and reached for the tuna. This is when I first noticed what she was wearing.
Mom was in a black skirt that went down to about mid-thigh. She was wearing a low-cut tight red top that didn't quite cover her midriff. When she reached to get the tuna on the top shelf I had an unobstructed view of her side-profile. Her legs were long and the muscles in them tensed as she rose to her tip toes. Her butt stuck out and was accentuated by the close fitting fabric of her skirt. As she lifted her arms the red shirt she was wearing rose up her back and belly a little exposing her midriff even more. What really caught my eye though was her lovely boobs sticking out as she extended upward for the can.
I noticed all of this in the 3 seconds or so it took for her to reach the can and a lump stuck in my throat. As she turned towards me I was still staring at those beautiful tits that now faced me squarely. I tore my eyes away and up to hers, which were already looking in to mine. She paused mid-step for just a split second, hardly noticeably. She knew where I had been looking moments before.
Apparently she didn't really think anything of it, because she immediately re-engaged our conversation.
"So do you have any plans after school this evening?" She placed the tuna next to a bowl already on the counter, then picked up the spatula and stirred the frying pan on the stove. She had her back to me again.
"No not really" I stated blandly with downcast eyes. Eager to keep talking about something other than what just happened I told her: "This girl Jill suggested we go to the mall and hang out. I don't really see the mall as an attraction in itself though."
