It was strange being back in my old house, the house I grew up in. It was even stranger climbing into my old twin captain's bed in my old room. The room was completely unchanged, with only a layer of dust and slightly faded wallpaper letting me know that 10 years had passed since I lived here. When mom called, she sounded shaken, and it compelled me to head back to where I grew up. I turned down the old dirt road, and watched the dust kicking up behind the rental car, creating an orange haze in the late afternoon sun.
I pulled up to the huge red house, and needed a few minutes before I could climb out of the car. The house was looking old and worn. Clearly routine maintenance was forgotten since dad had left. The windows were dirty, the gutters rusted and drooping, and the once brilliant red paint was faded and peeling. The yard was a mess, the grass long, branches down everywhere, and the entire side yard had gone to seed. Mom's gardens around the house, however, looked as fresh and brilliant as always.
I climbed the back stairs, noticing the railing was loose, and looked around the deck. The deck furniture was rusty, and looked almost dangerous to sit on. The door to the screen porch was loose, but still opened and closed properly. The back door was open, so I walked into the house, and found mom sitting at the dining room table.
She was beautiful as ever, her hair still a lovely shade of red, and her fair, white skin looked healthy as always. Her blue eyes seemed bright at first glance, but it was quickly obvious something was wrong. She was dressed simply in denim shorts and a red checkered print top tied in a bow above her bellybutton. It looked as if she had just come in from tending her gardens.
"Hey mom, you look tired."
"Hi sweetie. I am tired. It has been a long couple of days."
"So what's wrong mom? What happened?"
"Your father called ..." she trailed off.
Damn. Dad had left about 5 years after I went off for college. He was actually my stepdad, and we never could quite along. He was kind of a shiftless guy, always looking to get rich quick, and never ever coming close. I was glad he was gone, but mom never could adjust to being alone. I tried encouraging her sell the house and move someplace new, but that just wasn't going to happen.
And that is why I came to the old house, to lift mom's spirits once again. In the past a prolonged phone conversation was enough to get her through these times, and kept me from having to come back home. But now here I was, back home in my old room, under the Star Wars blanked that still adorned my now seemingly tiny bed. The inside of the house was neat and in much better shape than the outside. But clearly the house was not aging well. Although clean, the walls and the carpets were unchanged from when I left, and the furniture was exactly as it was when I left. The chairs and couches permanently dented the carpets with indents, marking their spots for good.
I was starting to drift off to sleep, the long day of travel finally catching up to me, when my door opened just a little bit wider than I had left it, and mom's voice let me know she was there.
"Can I come in?" She asked.
"Of course mom. Come on in."
She came into my room but didn't put on the light. She sat down on the foot of the bed, and I moved my legs aside to accommodate her. She told me she wanted to talk a little more as it always made her feel better hearing my voice. We talked about my job, and then she asked about my dating life. There wasn't anyone serious at the moment, and I was okay with that. After a while of small talk, she told me she wanted to lie down.
"That's a good idea, mom. Get some rest."
I thought she was going to kiss me good night, but instead started to get under the covers next to me. I was surprised and then a little self-conscious as I was sleeping only in briefs.
"Is this okay?" She asked. I told her it was fine. "It just feels nice to be here next to you."
"It's fine."
Right away I noticed her leg pressed against mine, and knew she wasn't wearing a night gown or pajamas of any kind. I had always thought of my mom as a beautiful woman who kept herself in very good shape, and the few times I had caught glimpses of her naked as a kid aroused me for sure. But this was different, there was something going on, and I could feel myself getting aroused.
We laid there for a while, and I knew I was not going to be able to sleep. Mom turned on her side so she was facing me, and her hand landed on my naked tummy. I gasped.
"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't know you were naked."
"It's okay, mom. And I'm not naked. I sleep in my underwear."
"Oh cool. I sleep in my underwear now too."
I wasn't sure how much or little she had on, but I suddenly realized I was in bed with my mom and we were both in our underwear. I felt my cock twitch and start to harden. Yikes.
Her hand moved across my tummy, and her fingers found the trail of hair leading down from my bellybutton.
"I forget you are a grown man now!"
"Mom, I've had hair there for a very long time."
"I know," she answered. "And lower!" She seemed almost giggle as she quickly swiped her hand down over my now erect cock. But she drew back from me and rolled to her other side on the little bed. I didn't know what to do. I was shocked, but more and more wanting this to continue with her. I rolled to my side, and put my hand on her back, feeling her smooth, warm skin, and realized she was only wearing a bra and panties. This gave me a quick shiver of anticipation and I let my hand move around her back, slipping a finger under the strap of her bra.
"Go ahead and unhook it, sweetie. If that's what you want."
So I did. I fumbled with the hook, my normally steady hand suddenly very nervous in the moment. Then I realized my mom was topless in bed with me. I moved my hand along her side, and she brought her arm up, giving me clear access to her breasts. I reached forward, and grabbed a handful of my mom's breast, a breast I hadn't touched since I was a child! I heard a gasp escape her lips as my fingers pinched her hardening nipple while squeezing her breast. It was all so amazing!
My erection was stretching the material of my briefs, and I suddenly needed to grind against something, and mom was right there. I pushed my hips forward, and with nervous apprehension, pushed my cock against mom's backside. And to my continued surprise, she ground back against me.
