CH.1 Monday, the Week Before,
I woke up with a startled expression on my face as I recounted the long and intense dream I was having just seconds before my alarm clock went off. This was the third night in a row my dreams would turn out, with me, making love to my mom. My morning wood throbbed hard as I got out of bed and shifted my junk, hating myself for becoming so horny and believing that something was seriously wrong with me. The images of grasping my mother's breasts filled my mind as I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower, turning it on as cold as it could go.
"It's your mother," I kept repeating in my head as I let the cold water slowly reduce the size of my erection.
When I finally was clean and not horny, I jumped out of the shower and began to towel off. Usually the mirror in my bathroom was filled with fog but since my shower was extraordinarily cold, all that was on its reflective surface was my wet body covered with a towel.
I let the towel slide down to the floor after I finished drying my hair and body. I was rather muscular for my age, only 18, and I had a nice face that was frequently commented on by girls my age.
I left the bathroom shortly after and started getting dressed in the uniform my school, an all boy institution, required for all its members. I put on my usual button up shirt and tie with a pair of slacks to match; then I threw my book bag over my shoulder and left the room.
When I got to the bottom of the steps, leading to the ground floor, I dropped off my bag and proceeded to the kitchen. I glanced at the white board on the kitchen counter, my mom would frequently write messages on there. She had updated it since last night and it read, "11 more days until the dance."
My school hosted an assortment of dances which included a mock prom in which the guys brought their mothers. I had taken my mother every year since I first started attending the school, but this time it was more special, considering it was my senior year and the last time we would be able to go.
"Mitchell, are you ready to go?" my mother asked as she exited her room and headed for the kitchen.
I looked away from the white board and found her standing in front of me in a green tank top and short shorts, her tan legs easily visible from around the little amount of fabric that comprised the shorts. The tank top was cut low enough to see the top of her breasts and most of her upper chest, but was still conservative enough to be seen in public while wearing it. Her tan skin shined from the morning sun light that was coming through the windows on either side of her and her young face had a happy expression on it as she pushed her black hair out of her eyes, the same hair she gave me 18 years ago.
"Ready?" she asked again, for I remained silent the first time she asked.
"Um oh yeah," I managed to spit out.
I began to understand why she haunted my dreams so frequently and why I became so horny from them, she was a smoking hot 38 year old. I realized, however, what I was thinking so I once again pushed the thought far into the back of my head and began hating myself for even letting it get there in the first place.
I grabbed my bag and headed for her car, mine was in the shop. I exited through the front door and was blasted by the Arizona sun and the scorching temperatures that I have gotten so comfortable with after 18 years of living there. My mother was just behind me as I opened the back door of the car and threw my book bag onto the seat.
"Excited about the dance?" she asked as she backed out of the drive way.
I wasn't particularly excited, I always thought the fiasco was boring and embarrassing to go to, but she seemed keen on going so I sucked it up and said, "You bet I am."
I hug smile spread across her face as she continued driving. I felt warm inside for making her so happy but I still was highly regretting the Friday after this one, the night of the dance.
My thoughts were interrupted when my eyes traveled down to her chest; the green tank top was so revealing it spurred my hormones. My mind flashed back to the dream where I was grouping and kissing the supple mounds of flesh that were only covered by a thin piece of fabric before me.
My penis grew to an uncomfortable size, bending with the uniform pants that I was wearing. Its position required adjustment so I casually cupped my hand and began shifting in an attempt to find relief, hoping all the while she didn't notice.
I got my business situated and glanced out the window to see the regular route that was taken to my school, palm trees on either side of the road. I began to notice, however, we were rapidly approaching our destination, and with me, still having a full on erection. I began to panic as the car pulled into the school entrance; my penis had not gone down at all.
"Bye honey, I love you," my mom said as she pulled the car over so I could get out.
"Love you too mom."
I got out of the car and opened the back door, to get my book bag, as I closed the passenger one I just exited. In these few short moments my penis began to recede and by the time I opened the front door of the school it was almost completely soft. I glanced one last time back at the car I just left and began to hate myself for letting her to rouse such feelings in me.
School seemed to take forever that Monday but at 2:55, the bell rang.
"So you going to take me home?" my friend Joel asked me as I began opening my locker.
"I can't, remember my mom took me to school," I said half annoyed for I told him this several times throughout the day.
My mind flashed back to my dream as the word "mom" rolled out of my mouth. My cock took equal acknowledgment and began hardening as images of her flashed in front of my eyes.
"Dude, what are you looking at me like that for?" Joel asked, taking the images away and shrinking my erection in one foul swoop.
"Nothing, what do you mean?"
"I don't know man; it just looked like you were really thinking about something."
The truth was, I really was thinking of something, but I wouldn't dare share it with my friend. Wanting to get out of the situation as fast as possible I pulled out my phone and looked at the time.
"Well I better go, my mom is probably waiting."
I left rather fast and proceeded to the front of the building to find my mother waiting in the car. I opened the back door, like before, and threw my bag onto the seat. I closed the door and looked around to find a couple of guys looking through the windows at my mom and saying things behind their hands, I took this to mean they thought she was attractive.
"How was school?" she asked me before I could sit down and close the door.
"Good, how was your day?"
"Fine, had to go to court and get the divorce finalized," she said as she threw the car in drive and exited the parking lot.
My mom was in the midst of an inevitable divorce with my step dad, Tim. She was married previously with my dad who she had 4 kids with, me being the youngest. She was forced to stay home from school to watch us kids so she never was employed in a career so my first thought was, "how are we going to afford our house?" On the trip home, however, she revealed to me that she was getting a vast amount of money from the settlement so we would be fine.
"Well enough talk about sad things," she said as we pulled into the drive, "Its hot out, we should go for a swim."
"Alright," I said as I got out of the car and headed inside.
I dropped my book bag off in my room and changed out of my clothes and into my bathing suit. I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed down stairs to the back yard. I slid open the screen door and gingerly put my foot on the hot pavement that surrounded our figure eight pool.
I dropped my towel off on a lawn chair and picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion. I began to apply it when my mother slid the door open and joined me.
"Nice day out," she said as she dropped her towel on a nearby chair and began undoing the strap on her bath-rob.
I glanced over as she removed the soft fabric concealing her body from view. She let it slide down by her feet, revealing a black two piece swimsuit. She pushed her sunglasses on the top of her head, holding up her bangs as I began examining the bathing suit I have never seen her wear before.
"Mom is that suit new?" I asked as my eyes looked over her body.
"No, I had it for a while; I just wear it on special occasions."
She took the suntan lotion I was using previously and began spreading it on her arms and legs; eventually she had covered her whole front.
"Mind putting some on my back?" she asked me as she held up the lotion for me to grab.
I snapped out of my trance and obliged as she turned around and lifted her hair. I squirted the lotion onto my palm and began evenly spreading it on her soft back. I continued rubbing even after the lotion was worked into the skin, feeling how soft and nice her skin was.
"That should do," she said, making me stop touching her.
She still had her back toward me when I glanced down and noticed my rather large penis making a tent in my suit. I quickly grabbed a towel and covered it as she stood up and looked at me.
"After you," she said as she gestured to the pool with her arm.
I quickly got up and flung myself into the pool before she could tell I had an erection. She jumped in after me and began swimming around the pool. I soon was well cooled so I exited, making sure my penis was not hard, and then walked over to the chair where my towel was. My mom looked around and noticed I had left and exited as well. She slowly lifted herself up the ladder and revealed her very wet bathing suit that was now sticking to her skin. I glanced up and saw her suit top was hugged so tight to her breasts her nipples were making small mounds in the middle.
"I guess that was stupid," she began saying, "Now all are lotion has washed off. Mind putting some more on my back?"
"Sure," I managed to spit out as I noticed once more, my cock was rock hard.
She laid her towel on the ground like a blanket then laid faces down, on top of it.
"Make sure you put enough on, I don't wanna burn."
I once again lathered my hands full of lotion then began smearing it on her shoulders.
"Mhm that feels good," she said.
My hands shook as I finished her shoulders and began to move down to the upper part of her back. She reached an arm back and grabbed at the knot that held her swimsuit top up. With one pull, the ends of the straps slid down her back and out of the way, allowing full access to continue rubbing the lotion. My cock throbbed, begging me to pull it out but my mind screamed back saying, "This is your mother, stop now!"
"That should be good," I said as I moved my erection with my hand, looking for a more comfortable position.
"Don't be silly, you haven't got my lower back."
My mind lost control, it now wanted to keep rubbing just as much as my penis did. The self-loathing, which was inevitably building from the moment I began rubbing, washed away.
