Carol sat on her eighth floor balcony drinking a fresh cup of coffee. She tried to enjoy the warm morning sun as she studied the traffic that passed by her high-rise. She would need to dress for work soon but she felt depressed and depleted of energy. She felt hatred and discontented.
She had spent her first night back at the apartment since the repaint. It'd taken six days; three to paint and three to air out. She had spent that time at her son's small house with him, his wife, Rhonda, and their two small kids. It had not been a pleasant time.
Her present feeling of hate was directed at Rhonda and her discontentment at the feeling that she was trying to be totally replaced by her daughter-in-law. A mom did not stop being a mom just because her son married. Marvin, now 27, had lived with her through high school and college, for which she had managed to pay most of the tuition.
Marvin was handsome and had had no problem getting female companionship. She had tirelessly reminded him to use a condom and not get a girlfriend pregnant and ruin his life. He had graduated from the local university, was a fine teacher, but had done exactly what she had feared. Moreover, she felt that Rhonda had allowed herself to get pregnant to trap her son. They seemed happy enough except Rhonda was domineering and, from the complaints of her son, was not performing her wifely duties to his preference. It had been a problem shortly after the wedding vows, where before it seemed she could not get enough. She had tried to make her son understand that a woman's sexual desires were different from a man's and he should have took a little bit longer choosing a wife.
The totality of her motherly concern for her son's well being had increased considerably with the events of the last six days. Twice during her stay with them in their small house she had been subjected to a nightmare.
Because of the smallness of the house she had to sleep on a sofa forming an L off corner foot of Marvin and Rhonda's bed. The second night on the sofa they had made love. She had surmised this hearing the low, but rhythmic, creaking of the bedsprings. Thinking she was a sleep are not caring she indicted Rhonda for the indiscretion. She could not believe that her son, even with his strong sexual nature, would stoop to doing something so indiscreet. Again, she blamed Rhonda's domineering nature. The last night was the same except that Rhonda had made considerably more noise and whispered sexual banter.
She and Rhonda, after Marvin had left for work the next morning, had had words. Rhonda admitted she had instigated the sex. Carol openly condemned Marvin for his one track mind and lack of control, and lashed out at Rhonda for wanting to control her son and denying sex. The word "bitch" had been used freely by both women as the children were playing on the porch and out of earshot.
Carol had quickly packed her things and stormed out of the house secretly vowing to get even. But how?
The how, was what Carol was now pondering as she stood in the shower scrubbing her body. Her mind reeled through the memory of laying on the sofa, knowing there was sexual intercourse transpiring in close proximity. Knowing their positions on the bed, Marvin was no doubt spooning behind Rhonda as they fucked, he, no doubt fingering her pussy. She remembered being aroused, thinking how slow and controlled Marvin must have been stroking her. Aroused, as she was becoming now, and how the last night, she had actually slipped her hand between her legs and teased her pussy. She too, had to stifle her moan as she orgasm along with Rhonda.
She looked towards the clock on the bathroom counter. She would have to make time as she lifted her left leg to put on the edge of the bathtub, stroking between her legs with the washcloth. The orgasm came to her softly as she concentrated on Marvin's controlled stroke...how hard he must have been.
While Marvin was in college, she had come home early a number of times finding him screwing his girlfriend of the time. Once, he and his partner had been on the sofa and, unheard, she had quietly approached them, watched them fuck, watched his condom covered cock stroke in and out of the pretty girl's hairless pussy. Carol knew was not pretty, not even attractive, but she had a treasure hole between her legs and she knew how to use it, actually, enjoyed using it, and, most importantly, she knew Marvin's nature. Did she care consider such a sinister incestuous plot to put her daughter-in-law in her place?
Marvin arrived on Saturday morning as usual to take Carol to breakfast and whatever shopping needed to be done. Normally she was dressed and ready to go when he got there. But this morning she was at the stove cooking bacon, biscuits in the oven, eggs waiting to be cooked. She wore a thigh length thin sleeping gown. She was nude underneath.
"How come you're not dress mom?" He asked, after using his own key to enter the apartment finding her standing at the stove. Studying her attire, her backside, he saw she was panty-less. When she turned to greet and hug him, pecking his cheek, he saw her outlined nipples. Such scanty dress was not the norm but not surprising.
"I have a pain right here." She replied, taking the thumb of the left hand and stroking it up and down low on her left hip and buttock. "It hurts when I walk, so I thought I would make breakfast this morning and you could just visit for a while."
"You should have called and just stayed in bed today."
"And be all by myself on the only day I get to see my handsome son. Staying in bed sounds nice but I'm not tired at all and would just lay there awake with nothing to do."
Carol faked a limp as she moved to the small dining table, placing a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs and two biscuits in front of him. She turned to retrieved the coffee and wondered if her son might be watching her ass. Surely, he had noted she was nude underneath the gown. When she returned with the coffee, after setting it down, she stood close to him putting her left arm across his shoulder. "Is it good? It's been a while since I've cooked for my man."
"Very good Maybe you bruised your hip? Do you want me to take a look?" He offered, his tone inferring that he knew her answer would be negative.
"If you don't mind seeing your mother's flabby ass, yes. I can't see there and it would make me feel better."
Carol turned slightly and gathered up her gown to expose her left butt cheek and purposely pointing with her middle finger to a fictitious spot.
Marvin poked, pushed and stroked the area indicated.
"Uoooo! Right there! Do you see anything?"
"Just a silky smooth ass." Marvin chuckled. "What gives you the impression your ass is flabby. You're only 48. Women don't get flabby asses until they are well into their 50s."
"And you know this how?" She quizzed. "You really think my ass is nice?"
"I said it was silky smooth, but, yes, I think you have a nice ass... always have. I see men in this apartment building... hell, everywhere we go... checking your ass out." Marvin assured her. "I've never had the pleasure but I like looking at mature, 50ish asses online."
"So, you've checked out your mother's ass?" Carol mischievously questioned. "And I know how you are so don't lie to me."
"Yes, actually, I have. Many times." He admitted. "I like that little swishing movement you have when you're wearing your shorts. Strutting that thing."
"That feels good," Carol said. "you rubbing my bare ass like that."
Marvin suddenly realized he was indeed stroking his mother's ass and not on the side either. He started to withdraw his hand.
"No need to stop if you don't want to." Carol offered. "It feels nice."
Marvin stopped his retreat
"I suppose it's been a while since you have revealed your ass to a man so it could be stroked like this?" Marvin queried, expanding his stroking to both ass cheeks, squeezing a hand full a few times, even running crooked fingers the length of her ass crack, feeling her body tense, her ass tighten.
"Yes, it's been a while." Carol admitted with inhaled breath and added with exhaled breath. "It hasn't been kissed in a while either."
With little a do, Marvin tugged lightly on his mother's far buttock to turn her, her back to him. He lifted the gown and proceeded to kiss and peck at her ample, bubbled backside.
