It has been some time since I have had time to post a story. This is a brief tale of a son seeking to reward his mother's hard work.
All characters are over 18 years of age.
Constructive feedback is always welcome.
Josh and his mom may have more adventures, depending on interest in the tale.
Many thanks to JordanJohnson for his help editing. His suggestions were spot on. Any errors that remain are mine alone.
Enjoy!
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Mom and I had been on our own since my sperm donor ran off with his secretary; I was twelve. Prior to that, he had been nothing more than a stranger in the house. I assume he was pissed he had to marry mom when he was only twenty years old. But, on the other hand, she was only eighteen when he knocked her up on prom night.
She was a month shy of her nineteenth birthday when I was born. She never pretended I was anything but an
'oops!,'
but never failed to add that I was the best surprise of her life. She told me over and over how amazed she was that something as good as me could be fathered by a total asshat.
Mom was a secretary,
sorry
, administrative assistant, to the principal at my high school. She was thirty-two when I started high school but looked more like twenty-two. I cannot count the times I had to clean someone's clock for calling her a MILF.
She was hot, smokin' hot, but she was no one's MILF but mine.
Does that make me a sicko whack-job? Maybe. I could really not give a shit.
She worked two jobs to keep a decent roof over our heads. On evenings she worked as a bartender. She was hot and funny and made as much in tips as she did from working at the high school. Friday and Saturday nights were rough, so weekend mornings were her mornings to sleep in.
It was only a few days until I graduated. I had no homework. I didn't work until 5:00 pm that night. Even so, I woke up at 6:45, like always. There was no reason for me to still be in my boxer briefs when mom woke up. Well, there was one reason.
They were skintight. And I had a nice cock. Okay, two reasons.
The house we rented was decent and in a good neighborhood, but it was small, with only a single bathroom. We had learned to share. If I needed to take a leak and mom was in the shower, I just let her know I was coming in. The same was true if I was in the shower.
Our bedrooms abutted each other along one wall. Half the wall extended into her bedroom to make room for a small closet for me. The other half extended into my room - her closet. The walls were thin.
She had no time for boyfriends, but at about the same time I discovered jerking off and internet porn I realized what the humming sound and muffled moans from her room signified.
It did not matter how many times I had already jerked off that day, whenever I heard that sound, my cock jumped to attention. I had learned to pace myself and cum only when I heard her cumming.
Despite sharing a single bathroom, I had only seen her naked once. She hadn't seen me naked since before the sperm donor walked out.
Once was enough.
Despite working long hours and not getting enough rest, she made sure she got her workout time in. Her dedication showed.
She was trim, which made her hips and tits look amazing. Her tits were not huge. I imagined they would fit my hand perfectly. She had curly, shoulder-length auburn hair and lips that should have starred in lipstick commercials.
She was a beautiful woman. A lonely woman. I was a horny teenage virgin.
I had decided to seduce her.
I planned to fuck my mom. Fuck her and more.
I figured the first step was to help her see I was no longer a 'little boy'. I was a good six inches taller than her. I swam for the high school team and was proud of my body. And my cock.
I'm not going to lie and claim I was nine inches or ten inches or some silly bullshit like that. I was just shy of seven inches, uncut, with a nice thick shaft. I was a shower, not a grower.
Thus, the skintight boxer briefs.
I always made her breakfast on the weekend. This Saturday morning, I hoped to feed more than her stomach. I hoped to feed her libido. I wanted to plant nasty, dirty,
OMG
ideas inside her brain.
My desire for her was so intense that when I heard her bedroom door open and the soft swish of her bare feet on the carpet I didn't feel nervous. If I was anxious, it was for her to hurry up so I could show myself off to her. So, I hurried over to the sink to pretend I was getting a glass of water.
She was hiding a yawn when she got to the end of the short hallway and turned into the kitchen.
"Morning, Joshie..." her voice trailed off as she saw me standing by the sink in my underwear.
"Morning, mom. I don't know why I was so tired last night. I didn't hear you come in, so I must have been asleep, but I could not drag my butt out of bed this morning. I just had time to get the coffee going. It should be ready. Do you want eggs? Pancakes?"
I had turned slightly when she entered the kitchen. My cock-bulge was in three-quarter profile.
Fuck you, Mr. Geiger,
I thought to myself,
I learned something from your class
. Mr. Geiger had given me the only "C" of my high school career; a fucking film history class, no less.
Mom did her best not to stare, but her eyes kept dropping to my crotch. I kept my face neutral.
"Oh, uh, I didn't get a chance to eat much last night. I barely had time to breathe. I'm famished, Joshie. Would pancakes and some bacon be too much trouble?"
There was no point in asking her, again, to call me 'Josh,' so I let it go. "No sweat, mom. We even have blueberries. Blueberry pancakes?"
She swallowed hard.
"Sure, baby. That would be great." She started for the coffee pot, but I waved her to the table.
"Sit, sit. I'll get your coffee. Sounds like you had a rough night."
She pulled out a chair and sat down. She had on a nightshirt, cotton, old but not old enough to allow me to see as much as I wanted.
I would turn nineteen in a couple of weeks. Then, a month later, mom would turn thirty-seven. If the next few weeks went as planned, I would give her something much sexier to sleep in for her birthday.
I poured coffee into her mug and added a heaping spoonful of turbinado sugar and a large slug of half-
n
-half. I stirred it for her, leaving the spoon on the edge of the sink, and brought the mug to her.
The mug was full, as I had intended. I walked slowly to keep from sloshing hot coffee over my hand. I kept my eyes fixed on the mug, giving mom plenty of time to eye my cock through the tight white fabric as I approached the table.
Her face was flushed when I set the mug down, and I suppressed a grin. I bent and kissed the top of her forehead. That wasn't unusual. Standing as close as I was, my cock nearly brushing her arm, was.
"Morning, mom. Love you," I told her as I walked to the fridge to retrieve the bacon, blueberries and a couple of eggs.
"Love you too, baby," she croaked.
My back was to her, so I allowed myself a grin. I got the bacon frying and turned to the pancake batter.
I was glad she chose pancakes. It gave me a chance to face her, cradling the bowl in one hand and whisking the batter for all I was worth. She got a good look at my abs and my biceps. And my cock. Like I said, I'm a shower, not a grower, but it does grow. It was growing now. Getting harder. Straining to rip open my boxers.
Mom's eyes were growing as well.
She had not touched her coffee.
I bent over to grab a pan out from the drawer, giving her a nice look at my butt. I got the pan hot, added some bacon fat, waited, and flicked a drop of water in the pan. It danced its way into oblivion. The oil was hot enough.
The pan was only large enough for one good-sized pancake. I poured the batter in and sat the mixing bowl back down on the counter.
My back was to mom. I tugged at my boxers, making no effort to hide the fact.
The tug lowered the waistband enough to show a quarter-inch of pubic hair. I turned back to mom, resting a hip on the kitchen counter. Her eyes were on my crotch.
Yes!
I shouted silently as I did a mental fist pump.
She's interested. Careful now, don't jerk the line too fast. Wait, dummy, just wait. She's just nibbling at the bait still.
"So, work was a killer?"
It took her a moment to answer. Her eyes were glued to my cock. Eventually, she pulled her eyes away and tried to speak, but only a croak came out. She took a drink of coffee. I saw her take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Yeah," she finally managed to get out. "The place was still packed at last call. Thank God Mel took the johns. I'm sure they were a mess. He looked pretty disgusted by the time he was finished and came back to help finish the bar area."
"I can imagine. Bunch of drunks. At least the women don't pee all over the floor."
"Yeah? You'd be surprised. The ladies' room isn't all that much easier to clean than the men's."
The top of the pancakes began to sport bubbles. I lifted the edge. Golden brown. I flipped it like a pro, skills honed from working part-time at a diner. The bacon was done. I turned off the flame and laid the bacon out on a paper towel to drain.
I turned back to the table. A yawn bubbled up from my chest. I went with it, stretching my arms and arching my back. I felt my briefs slide a bit lower.
"First pancake will be ready in a second, mom."
"One will be enough for me, Joshie," she answered in a cracked voice.
I turned, plated her pancake, hiding a smile. I buttered the pancake while I warmed the syrup in the microwave. I poured myself a mug of coffee before carrying the pancake with a couple strips of bacon over to mom and sat down beside her.
"Aren't you eating?" She asked.
I took a sip of coffee. I had already eaten, but wanted her to think I had slept in. "Nah, I'm not hungry yet. I'll put the batter in the fridge. Then, if I get hungry, I can make some more pancakes later. You sure you only want one?"
"Yup." She picked up a strip of bacon but paused. "I feel funny eating in front of you."
"Don't," I laughed. "Like I said, I'm not hungry."
Not for food, anyway.
"Eat. I'll sit and have my coffee."
I shifted slightly, and my knee touched hers. The nightshirt ended above her knees. My skin was pressed against hers. Her skin was hot, and I took a drink of coffee to hide another smile.
