Growing up in a small town was a tedious experience in my life. The only child, a son of a hard working single mom did not seem to fit in a rural community of large families. Brothers or sisters were always my wish growing up. And a father! I would have prostituted myself to have a real father.
Mom did well for herself. She single handily raised me from the time I was 8. Plenty of food, clothes, and some entertainment made our lives pleasant. But I was missing something. As I grew older, I got involved in sports in school. I was blessed with size and ability. Mom told stories of my dad, how he was the big man on campus during college. Star athlete. I took after him she always said. Big, strong, a real looker she continued to tell me.
Mom was just barely 19 when she had me. A party in college resulted in more than just a new boyfriend. They were married shortly after meeting, both finished college although I continue to hear about the struggles they endured. Mom is still a very attractive woman. I have wondered about her as I grew older. A small town is not extremely conducive to a selection of eligible men. Mom did have a boyfriend or two, but nothing ever became long term. With a small house, my bedroom sharing a wall with mom, I know she was not aware of how much audio traveled between the walls.
As I matured, turning from boy to young man, with all the trimmings and constant boners, I suddenly found myself lying on my bed at night, listening to my mom. Her groans, moans, and other noises, if nothing else, intrigued me. And these were when she was alone. As I learned more about my own masturbation, it dawned on me that my mom was doing the same things to herself. I would lay awake many nights, waiting for my mom to retire. God I hoped she would be in a mood to please herself each night. I had stroked myself many times to her noises emanating from her room through the wall.
I turned 18 in mid September of my senior year. Mom was dating a local guy she met at the Chamber of Commerce. Nothing special as far as I could tell, but they were good together. After several months, he awkwardly spent the evening at our house. By bed time, he was not making any overtures to leave.
"Good night mom. Night Glen," I said as I was off to my room. Not long afterwards, I heard noises from my mom's room. They were definitely in process of making love.
"Yeah baby, fuck me, fuck me hard! Deeper," I heard my mom grunting to Glen. Within seconds, everything went quiet.
Then "Jesus Glen," I heard my mom state. Quickly thereafter, I heard my mom's bedroom door open, and steps leading down the hall and down the stairs. Voices, then the front door shut. I listened intently. Nothing. I jumped up, threw on some athletic shorts, and headed down stairs. My mom, sitting at the breakfast counter, her head bowed, held in her hands, seemed to be crying softly. I approached, reaching to her. I closed the distance between my out stretched arm and pulled her close. She turned to me, snuggling herself against my chest.
"Everything ok mom," I asked softly.
"Yes baby," she replied. I held her close against my bare skin of my chest. She snuggled closer.
Leaning back slightly, she looked intently at my chest. "Where did all that hair come from son," she laughed. "Why, when do you go and grow up on me?" she continued.
"Ah mom," I said. As I looked down at her, I leaned to give her a soft kiss on the forehead. Her arms extended to my waist, her hands resting on my hip bones. As I stood again, a noticeable bulge displayed itself in the front of my shorts, just over a foot from my mom's face. Her eyes focused on my crotch. An eternity passed. Hesitating, I wanted my mom. I got harder, my shorts rising even more. I pulled her forward, pulling her again to my chest. This time, my cock pressed upwards, hard, flat against me, but pinned between us. She felt it's hardness between us as well.
Nothing was said. I held her. Her hand slid down my backside, cupping my ass. She squeezed softly, gently. She pulled me closer, our bodies pressing tighter together. She moaned deeply. I stroked her hair, reaching to her shoulders. I pushed her down slowly, pushing her head down toward my hard cock. Seconds passed. I could feel her warm breath through the material of my shorts. Her face was next to me. I could not see her eyes, but wondered if she was looking at the bulge in my shorts.
Her hand slid from behind my body, slowly, but steadily. Her fingertips started tracing the outline of my cock. My body involuntarily thrust upwards. Her hand and fingers wrapped around the girth of my cock. Slowly, she slid her hand down, grabbing tighter, she pushed her hand upwards. "Oh shit baby," she groaned. She pulled my cock against her mouth through my shorts. She groaned deeper.