I slammed the car door and disappointedly trudged into my parent's house. My girlfriend, Ashley, and I had a fight at the inaugural summer party after completing our first year of college. Ashley and I have been dating since our sophomore year in high school, and she's the only girl I've ever dated or been intimate with. Things didn't seem the same; I think she changed at college. I left the party on the beach around 10:30, way too early for a summer bash with a bunch of college kids. I drove around to cool off a bit, and made it into my parent's driveway by 11:15.
The house is quiet when I enter through the front door; a light is left on for me in the kitchen. Even though I now feel like a houseguest in the home I grew up in, I remember to take off my shoes at the front door. My mom is a neat freak. I walked into the kitchen, raided the refrigerator, gulped down a glass of milk and headed upstairs. I figure the summer has only started; it's got to get better.
I tiptoe at the top of the stairs and notice that the first bedroom door is open, my sister's bedroom. My sister, Jen, had just graduated from high school earlier this week. I shake my head; even my kid sister is still out, having a better time than I am.
I walk quietly down the hall; past my parents room with the door closed and make it to the next door, my room. I turn on the light next to my bed. My parents kept my room the same way it was in high school. All my swimming trophies are along a shelf above my desk. My family was always proud of my swimming career, and they were ecstatic when they found out that I made the college varsity team as a freshman.
As I'm admiring my trophies and other high school memorabilia, I'm startled by a soft creaking noise. I look around the room and it stops. I shrug it off and head over to my closet. I strip off all my clothes and toss them in the laundry basket in the closet. Then I unroll a pair of university gym shorts, pull them and head off to bed.
I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, setting my alarm. Since I returned for the night much sooner than I had originally planned, I figure I can get some laps in at the pool early in the morning. I'm about to turn off the light when the creaking starts again. I'm looking around the room, trying to figure out what it is. It starts to get louder.
Finally, I figure out that it's coming from the other side of the wall, right behind my bed. My wall is shared with my parent's bedroom. The noise stops again, and I turn off the light and get into bed.
A few minutes later, the creaking begins again, this time it's at a faster pace. I roll over in my bed, only to be startled by a thud against the wall. I sit up in bed and stare at the wall, another thud. The creaking is getting louder and faster and in between the loud thuds against the wall, I swear I could hear my father groan. I sit at the edge of the bed, feeling embarrassed. I can't believe my parents are having sex in the next room. I'd heard it before, but I was much younger. Now that I'm 19 and my parents are both 47, it's not something that I want to hear. I'm sure that they both thought Jen and myself would be out much later tonight.
"Oh, Claudine!" I hear my father moan from the other side of the wall as the pounding of the headboard gets louder and faster. Hearing them have sex was bad enough, but hearing my dad call out my mom's name was too much for me. I grab my pillow and head down the hall, the noise getting lost in the distance as I quietly descend the stairs.
I sigh at the bottom of the stairs. Everyone is having a great night with the exception of me, even my parents! Still in just my gym shorts, I take my pillow into the living room and decide to sleep on the couch. I lie down and grab the TV remote. I'm half asleep as I flip through the endless channels, when I come across a cheesy looking soft-core porn movie on one of the cable movie channels. The scene looks like any other scene in one of these movies, but the starring brunette is pretty hot, so I drop the remote and push one of my hands under the waistband of my gym shorts.
Within moments, I'm fully hard and slowly stroking myself inside my shorts. So far, this is the most relaxed I've been all evening. The badly made movie finally bores me and I close my eyes, thinking about Ashley and continuing to slowly and methodically slide my hand over my now throbbing shaft in the mesh material of my shorts.
I'm now caught up in my own erotic world, so much that I didn't hear the footsteps down the carpeted stairs. What did startle me was the familiar clicking of heels on the tile floor of the kitchen. I'm suddenly frozen.
My mother has always pampered herself, and dad brought home a salary that enabled it. I knew right away that the clicking heels were those of my mom's slippers. She's always worn the fancy slippers that were feathery and fuzzy on the top, open toed to display her perfectly painted toes, and they had a small heel, hence, the clicking. It was an all to familiar sound that I heard growing up.
I heard the fridge open and close and the faucet run for a moment. I took advantage of her being busy to pull my hand out of my shorts, I looked down, and to my disappointment, my hardon had not subsided one bit. I was lying on my back, with only my shorts on and a perfect 'mesh-tent' in my lap. I desperately tried thinking of things that would make it soften, but I only saw it throb and twitch in my shorts.
The clicking got louder, and then softened as my mother walked out of the kitchen, back onto carpet. I heard the footsteps getting closer. At that moment, I realized that the TV was still on the soft-core porno I was watching. I couldn't reach for the remote now, since I knew she would see me. I prayed that she would just head upstairs.
My prayers were not answered and my heart pounded as I saw her walk in between me on the couch and the TV. I squinted my eyes shut, but left them open just enough to see what she would do. My mom stands about 5'4", a couple inches taller in her heeled slippers. Her brunette hair looked disheveled a bit, not the way we were normally used to seeing her. It was always perfect, for the last few years, she's kept it fairly short, with bangs and the rest of the length not far below her jaw line. I've noticed since I've come back from school, it seemed to be a darker brown. No doubt that mom was now coloring her hair, trying to hide her age.
The only light in the room was from the TV. Mom was shaking her head and almost giggling as to what was on the TV. I was somewhat relieved that she wasn't furious. I noticed that even in the middle of the night, mom made sure her outfit matched. She had a long, satin robe that came to just below her knees. It was loosely tied and it looked like she had a matching satin nightgown underneath. Of course, all items, including the heeled slippers, were a matching green.
She hadn't shut the TV off yet and I noticed her head slowly turn towards me. I closed my eyes tight and just hoped that my bulge had shrunk. It seemed like she stayed there for an hour, but in reality it was probably only 15 seconds. I heard soft footsteps come closer to the couch.
I felt myself start to sweat and my heart pounding harder. When I felt my mother's long fingernails brush softly across my chest, I thought I was going to leap off the couch. I was afraid to open my eyes. I felt her lightly drag her nails up and down my torso, along my abdomen, back up my chest and across my nipples. I thought I was noticeably shaking by the time she was done with my nipples, which were now hard if they weren't already.
Then her hand pulled away, but I didn't hear her leave. What was she doing? What should I do? I kept my eyes closed, mulling over these questions when I felt her palm start to rub over my chest. It glided easily over my smooth pecs. I kept my body fully shaven for competitive swimming. I felt my body shudder a bit as her hand rubbed lightly over my nipples again. Then it worked slowly down, caressing my defined abdomen.
Ashley had touched me before, but it never felt like this. Mom's hand was soft like Ashley's, but her movements were more determined and deliberate. Any chances of my erection softening were now long gone.
As I felt her hand get lower on my abdomen, her fingertips slipped under the waistband of my gym shorts. I started to breath faster, I never remember feeling this nervous. I slowly opened one of my eyes, just enough to watch. It was mom's left hand. Her huge engagement diamond and diamond-studded wedding band on her ring finger were sparkling from what light came from the TV. My rapid breathing stopped and I held my breath as her fingertips pulled the waistband of my shorts over my throbbing cock and 'hooked' the waistband under my balls to secure it.
