How It All Started Pt 02

The next few days were strained, to be polite, around the house. Mom, and I moved about the house as if we were walking on eggshells around each other, and did our best to not be alone in the same room. Dad, for his part, was blissfully unaware that a single thing was amiss.

Mom spent an overly generous amount of time cleaning up after the party, fussing over the littlest thing. Dad even commented jokingly on how 'show ready' she was making the house look.

All the time she moved about the house avoiding having to have any real interaction with me I observed her in a different light.

I knew my mom was good looking, mostly due to comments my friends made about her. Now though I started to really look at her.

She went to the gym usually three or four times a week, and did yoga another couple of nights now that she had some time that I was older. Not having to drive me all over town for practices, lessons, and the like gave her a lot more free time than she had in the past. Mom was fit, athletic. Rarely did I see her without makeup on, and she always took great care with her appearance, today being no different.

I sat at the table, my breakfast dishes still yet to clear, watching my mom's back as she did the dishes. After breakfast she always went to the gym on Mondays, and considering her outfit it looked like today was no different.

She wore brightly patterned leggings that molded to her firm butt very nicely, and a pink sports tank top that matched. Her slightly longer than shoulder length brown hair already was put up in a pony tail that swung lazily as she worked at the counter.

Mom had some good hips I noticed, and the tops she choose always showed off her chest well. Probably D cups I presumed while watching her.

My mom wasn't just good looking, she was hot. My friends were right.

Dad had left right after he was finished with his food, barely giving mom even a peck on the cheek before running to a client meeting. Alone in the house it looked like mom was rushing to get out of there.

Grabbing my dishes I moved to the counter beside her, ostensibly to drop them in the sink. Mom took them out of my hand.

"Thanks, honey." Never even looking up. Standing this close to her I could smell the coco butter lotion she was so fond of.

"Mom.." I trailed off, not sure what to say next.

Her movements slowed at the tone, and sound of my voice. She didn't stop loading the dishwasher, however, and apparently still couldn't make eye contact.

"I.. I know honey. I.." she trailed off long enough that I thought she might not talk any more "I.. Shouldn't have done that."

The dishwasher, apparently full, snapped shut, and mom finally stood up fully and faced me, her arms folding across her chest.

"I shouldn't have done that, it was wrong." With more conviction this time. She lost her hard stance a bit, moving a bit a stray hair that had come loose from her face.

"I'm sorry, really, really, sorry, honey. I was really drunk, which is not an excuse" she made a cutting motion with her free hand "but.. I don't know what to say. I'm so, so sorry."

My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it.

"It's okay mom, it was my fault.."

"No. No it's not your fault. Don't say that, I'm the mom here."

"I should have locked my door..."

"and I shouldn't have.. have.. done that." She interrupted, waving away my attempts to make her feel better. She crossed her arms again, hugging herself and turned slightly away from me, no longer able to look at me out of shame.

"I'm so sorry honey." She whispered.

"Mom." I said with more force. "It's okay. Really."

She bit her lip, listening. Damn she had cute lips.

"I.. well it felt good, actually." There I'd said it. I'd thought of little other than the feeling of her hand on my cock, jerking pulse after pulse of cum out of me since that night.

"What?" She half turned back to me now, an honest look of confusion on her face, as if she didn't hear my words properly.

"I said, it felt good. Actually." I sheepishly shrugged a little.

There was a long silence as she absorbed my words.

"I don't know what to say."

"I just wanted to let you know that you didn't break me. "I laughed nervously. "I'm fine, you don't need to be worried about me needing therapy or something now okay? I know you've been worried."

"I have been. A lot." She sighed, leaning back against the counter top, relaxing a little for the first time in days around me.

"It happened, it felt good, you didn't break me."

"You sure honey? I mean, I'm your mom."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that." I said with a sarcastic note. She smiled, finally.

"I guess as long as it didn't hurt you somehow it's okay."

"Guys don't usually, um, 'end' like that mom if they aren't having a good time." I kidded.

"Umm. Yeah. I suppose you are right." Mom blushed crimson then, giggling.

"Good. So you are going to stop avoiding me around the house?"

She sighed heavily, but it was a sigh of relief.

"Yes baby. You need to let me know the second you decide you need help okay?" She leaned in to hug me. I hugged her back tightly, though positioning myself so she couldn't feel my already hard cock through my jeans.

"Will do; and.. uh.. " I still wasn't sure if I had the guts to do it until the words tumbled off my lips as I hugged her. "if you ever wanted to do that again, just.. let me know."

Mom stiffened briefly, then disengaged from the hug.

"I.. need to get to the gym." She said softly. Her eyes darted to my crotch, probably noticing for the first time how hard I was.

"Okay, but.."

Physically she quieted me with a finger to my lips before I could finish.

"Gym." She repeated. Heading for the front door for her bag and keys.

As she opened the door, leaving me still standing in the kitchen she looked back, a confused mix of emotions on her face.

"I love you."

"I love you too, mom."

More days passed with mom finally calming down and things got back to fairly normal. I stepped up my casual flirting with her, and found that fairly quickly she matched my levels. Soft hip-bumps, and but slaps became the norm when passing in each other or joking around, and when I hugged her I made sure to hold her tight body a little longer than was probably acceptable to society against me before letting her go.

Mom didn't complain, and I caught her sneaking sidelong looks at me as I lounged about the house, or got back from a run. I stopped wearing underwear so as to better present my assets when wearing jeans, and chose to hang out mainly in loose boxers while watching TV.

For her part I noticed that she started to wear short shorts, and leggings much more often than jeans, and she took care to wear tight fitting tops more often than not.

The first night she came to me the noise of my bedroom door quietly closing hardly even registered in my sleep filled mind. She was half way across my room before I realized someone was there.

I started in bed, and reflexively reached for the light next to my bed.

"No. Don't!" Mom's voice hissed from close by. Stopping in mid reach, the cobwebs falling faster from my brain, I could see my mom's outline dimly.

"Mmom?"

"Yes."

I sat back, the adrenaline dropping in my blood once the non-threat was recognized.

"What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, it's fine, I just.. just keep your voice down. Dad is sleeping."

"What time is it?"

"Late."

The bed moved as she sat down on the bed next to me.

"I..."

"What's up mom?" I said more quietly, placing my hand on her thigh comfortingly. My hand met smooth, warm skin.

"I.. no. I should go." She started to get up again, her voice shaky.

"Stop." I squeezed her thigh with my hand, keeping her in place at the same time as reassuring her. "Talk to me. Why don't you want me to turn the light on?"

We sat in the dark for a number of heart beats before she answered, obviously struggling with something inside herself.

"I didn't want to see."

I laughed, honestly a bit confused.

"I didn't want to see, what I was going to do."

"Ah. What did you come in here to do mom?"

In answer she reached down, tentatively at first, and ran her hand along the outline of my hardening cock under the blanket.

"I've not stopped thinking about it." She whispered, running her palm the length of my shaft, still hidden, pressing my own hot skin against my thigh.

"Me either." I said hoarsely, not wanting to make a move to ruin the moment by moving or interrupting her.

"You tell me if you don't want this."

I pulled back the blanket in answer, exposing my boxer clad body to her, legs spread, my rock hard cock already peeking out of the fly of my boxers.

Mom, herself clad only in a tshirt, and panties, scooted my boxers down below my cock with a little help from me.

"I don't want to have to do more laundry than I already do." She whispered.

Then I felt her small hand once more on my cock. Her hands were soft, and like last time surprisingly strong for such a petite woman.

"God, you are so beautiful." She ran her free hand over my bare chest, then down my taught quads, still slowly pumping my cock with her other.

She paused to spit in her hand, then used that, so the precum that was already slicking the tip of my cock, to help smooth her strokes.

"I can't get over how thick and big you are, baby."

Due to the angle that she was at, her legs still folded over the side of my bed, she faced me partly so she could reach my cock. I reached over and ran my hand over her thigh in encouragement.

"Mom, I.." She interrupted me by squeezing my cock and 'shushing' me simultaneously.

"No more talking. Actually, that's a rule for now. No talking. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Good boy. Now let mommy work that pent up cum out of you."

True to her own words she didn't say another word that night, and I was too busy trying to hold back my load to make it last as long as possible to say anything myself.

Mom worked diligently, the only sound in the room a combination of our breathing, and the wet noise of her hand working my cock.

When I finally came it was with such force that I saw stars. My entire body went rigid, my breath coming in animalistic gasps. I'd held back long enough that mom had switched hands a few times already, but she never complained. Mom cupped my balls with her left hand now, gently putting pressure on them, as she jacked my shaft, feeling that I was close. With a final burst of speed, combined with her hand on my balls I came.

I let out a long groan as I lost control, my fingers digging into her thigh. The first thick jet of cum splashed my own face, the subsequent eruptions splashed on my chest and belly.

Mom didn't stop quickly, but she left off pressure, moving from jerking my cock to gently milking it. She made low purring noises the entire time. When she was sure she'd gotten every drop of cum out of my balls that she could she finally stopped pumping.

Breathing heavily, and enjoying the after sensations from the massive orgasm I just lay there, not even worrying about the fact that I'd just unloaded all over myself.

She must have brought the towel in with her because I didn't remember there being one by her feet when I went to bed. She picked it up and began to gently clean me up, humming something quietly to herself. I let her do her work, the soft material quickly cleaning up my cock, balls, and chest.

Satisfied that she had gotten it all mom leaned in and kissed me on the lips, quickly pulling back when her lips met the splash of cum there. Realizing what it was she giggled, then leaned down and gave me a long kiss. Our lips softly caressed, but no tongue. With a quick, last lick of the corner of my mouth, she reluctantly sat up again.

Using a clean part of the towel she then quickly wiped down my face and neck for good measure.

Without a word, carrying the towel with her, she turned and left, closing the door once more behind her.

After that she visited me nearly every night. She would never say a word, nor would I. The only thing announcing her entrance the sound of my door.