Mom's Red Dress

They say love is love, right? What if it is so immoral it makes you question what love is? Some would say I'm confusing one kind of love for another, but it's not that simple. When you've experienced something, let's call it love, with someone and it is so strong, so real; the best experience of your life... can it really be that wrong?

I had no plans on moving back home after college, but when Mom and Dad split up shortly after my twenty-second birthday, I felt I needed to be there for my mother. It was so surreal. My dad found a younger woman and poof... he was gone. He didn't give a second look back. Mom found out about the affair and Dad left. The hurt and betrayal she must have felt was unthinkable to me. What in the hell did he see in that other woman? Maybe I'm a bit biased, but she didn't even compare to my mother. Why would anyone traded in a Ferrari for a tricycle?

My mom's name is Linda. She's forty-five and looks thirty. She was trim and fit for a woman her age. When I arrived home after the break up, she looked so tired and worn out. My heart broke. She threw herself in my arms and just sobbed. I saw an empty wine bottle on the couch and I could smell alcohol on her breath.

"Oh Michael," she said through tears, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," I replied. "You've done nothing wrong. I'm here now. I'll take care of you."

"Don't leave me, please," Mom sobbed.

"I promise; I promise I'll never leave you."

She was very wobbly and it was clear she had drunk way too much. I guided her back to the couch. I put my arm around her and let her cry; all the time consoling her. Finally, the tears stopped and she passed out in my arms. I picked her up gently and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. I put her on the bed and removed her shoes. I touched her long, brown hair and sat with her for over an hour before bringing in my bags and settling into my old room across the hall from her.

The next day she didn't leave my side. A connection was forming between us. We would get through this together. Mom promised me she would not drown her sorrows in alcohol. I would be all she needed. She told me my dad had a thing for brunettes, so she had never dyed her hair. A couple of weeks later, she had it cut and became a blonde. It now came down on her neck, just touching her shoulders.

"Well, Michael," she said when walking in the front door, returning from the beauty salon, "what do you think?"

"Oh wow!" I exclaimed. "You look amazing."

"Thank you honey," she said smiling.

"Is that a new outfit?"

"Yes, it is. Oh my god; a man who actually takes notice of me. Be still my beating heart."

I felt my face turn red. I wasn't complimenting her just to make her feel good. I was completely sincere. I think she knew that. Maybe it was my eyes widening as she walked in the door.

"Well, I'm serious when I tell you I'm digging the new look."

"I know you are," she said, taking my hand and kissing me on the cheek. "Oops, Momma got some lipstick on you."

I could feel my face burning, if possible, turning even more scarlet, so I quickly excused myself to go wipe off her lipstick. As I left the room, I heard her giggle. Since I had come home, I had barely seen her smile. It was nice to hear her laugh again. I then realized I had a huge bulge in my pants. Where did that come from? Mom had kissed me countless times growing up, but now something was different. I saw her growing stronger and coping with the whole situation. I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back now, I started admiring her and yes, even falling in love with her. She was not only my mother, but a resilient, desirable woman. My emotions were confused, but love always wins in the end, right?

The next night I was in my old room getting ready for bed. I heard my phone give the familiar ding, letting me know I had a new text message. It read simply, "Come into my bedroom."

"You could have just called out for me. I'm sure I would have..." My breath caught in my throat as I walked in. I found my mother sitting up in bed; looking at her phone. She was wearing a sexy black nightgown. It was low cut and I immediately felt a strange sensation of desire and shame. In one corner of my mind I knew I shouldn't be staring at my own mother's breasts, but in another corner was my obviously raging hormones and appreciation for the female anatomy; mom or not.

"I wanted to text you. Sometimes it's more fun that way, rather than yelling."

"You had no problems yelling while I was growing up."

She laughed. "Well, you're definitely all grown up now. You've grown into a strong, handsome young man."

"Thanks," I said as I stretched out on the bed next to her; trying desperately not to let her see the huge erection in my shorts.

"Honey, I wanted to ask you something," she said, setting her phone aside.

"What's up?"

"My work wants me to fly to New York this weekend."

"Really," I said, looking up at her.

"Yes; exciting, right? They've agreed to also pay for a guest to come with me." She was smiling. "And I was wondering, if you weren't too busy, if you would be my date."

"Me and you," I said, trying my hardest not to stare at her cleavage, "in New York. Are you kidding? That sounds awesome."

She was practically beaming at me. "I thought so too. Well then, it's a date."

"It sounds good to me."

"We'll talk more about it tomorrow. Goodnight baby. I love you."

"I love you too, Mom." I tried to turn and slide off the bed, so I could keep my back to her. The last thing I wanted was for my own mother to see my hard on, but as I began to turn, she cleared her throat. It was without a doubt deliberate and meant to get my attention.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" I racked my brain trying to figure out what she was talking about. As I lay there on my stomach looking up at her with a confused look on my face, she finally said, "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?"

Not since I was nine had I given my mother a goodnight kiss. She was acting like it was part of our nightly routine. I was caught somewhere between overly horny and panic. I suddenly found it very difficult to breathe. As I pushed myself up, still trying to keep my raging boner from showing, she turned her whole body towards me, touched my face and kissed me full on the mouth. I expected her to just give me a peck on the lips, but she held it just a little too long. I had to fight to control my breathing and not cum on myself.

"Goodnight sweetheart," she said softly.

"Goodnight," I replied in a hoarse whisper. You might as well have put up a neon sign with an arrow pointing at me that said, 'Your son is aroused'. My face was burning hot as I turned away and walked out, closing her bedroom door behind me. I crawled into bed and tried to calm down. After about five minutes, my phone chirped. It was another text from my mom. It said, "You're cute when you blush. Btw, nice try, but I saw it. Still blushing?" She also put a smiley face blowing a kiss.

The next day everything was pretty much normal. She didn't invite me back into her bedroom that night, but I did seem to make a few excuses to intentionally be close to her. The only thing different about her was she started calling me 'Luv'. She would say, "Luv, how does Chinese takeout sound tonight," or "Would you bring me my phone, Luv?" She had never called me that before. I had never heard her call Dad or anyone else for that matter, 'Luv'. To be honest, I really liked it. Somewhere in my mind it was like another puzzle piece falling into place.

The night before our trip, I knocked on Mom's bedroom door. I had been out looking for a job that day and I intentionally left my jeans on, so if I became aroused it wouldn't be so blatantly obvious.

"Come in Luv," she said. I walked in and sat on the foot of the bed. I saw she was still wearing her day clothes too. She had on her reading glasses and was browsing a magazine.

"Is everything set for our trip," I asked.

"Yes. We'll fly to New York tomorrow morning, check into our hotel suite in the afternoon, maybe grab a bite to eat and chill in our room tomorrow night?"

"That'd be great," I said.

"Saturday," she continued, "I've got meetings to attend, so you'll be on your own. Sunday we can go sightseeing together if you want. I've just got to be back for the gala that night."

"Gala," I said. "What's that?"

"It's this super fancy dinner party I have to attend. It's being held in the ballroom of the hotel, so at least when I've let myself be seen enough, I can come back to the room."

"I'm not going to the dinner party, right?" I asked, secretly hoping to be included.

"I wish," she replied. "I might actually enjoy myself if you were there. Oh, that reminds me; take a look at this." She showed me a picture in the magazine of a woman wearing a red, full sequin evening dress. "This is the dress I bought to wear to the gala. Do you like it?"

"Wow. You'll look so hot in that..." I realized what I was saying and quickly corrected myself. "I mean, you'll look gorgeous in that dress."

"Thank you baby," she said smiling. "If I didn't have it packed already I'd model it for you."

The thought of her modeling that outfit for me sent my heartbeat into overdrive and the butterflies dancing in my stomach. Was this some kind of game she was playing with me? Did she know she was arousing me to the point where I almost couldn't take it?

"I'll be right back," she said as she laid down the magazine and stepped into her bathroom. I picked up the magazine and gazed at the sexy dress. It came up around the neck, with the shoulders and arms exposed. The magazine described it as a 'Red Sequin High Neck Halter Sleeveless Elegant Party Dress'. I could imagine the red sequins glistening when she put it on. Mom was going to look incredible wearing it. As I thumbed through the pages, a few minutes passed. I heard her clear her throat and instinctively looked up to see her standing in the doorway to her bathroom. She was wearing the black, low cut nightgown. She had one hand on the doorframe and the other on her hip. She was striking a pose. She was posing for me in an outfit she knew I found her attractive in and got my attention, so I would see her doing it. This answered my question. Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing. Did she expect me at some point to make a move on her? I would have given anything to know what she was thinking, but I knew I wasn't about to do anything to cross a line. I was going to let her lead and see where we ended up. I smiled broadly, letting her know I liked what I saw. She smiled back and walked in.

"Would you do me a huge favor, honey," she asked.

"Sure," I said, "name it."

"My back has been so dry lately; would you be a dream and rub me down with some lotion?"

"No problem," I answered in a vane attempt to not sound nervous.

She got in bed where I could easily get to her back and rested her head to the side on her pillow. "There's some lotion in my nightstand."

I opened the drawer and saw the bottle of lotion. It was sitting next to a vibrator and a bottle of lube. I picked up the lotion and looked at my mother. A sly smile was playing at her lips. Meanwhile, my heart was beating a million miles a minute, my face was burning so hot I was breaking out into a sweat and the massive erection in my jeans was most likely showing. She then turned away from me and pulled the little straps of her nightgown off of her shoulders and down her arms. She was keeping me from seeing her breasts. I think she knew that would drive me wilder than if she just came right out and showed them to me.

I squirted the cold lotion in my hands and rubbed them together. I sat on the bed next to my mother and began rubbing the lotion on her back. It wasn't dry at all. On the contrary, her skin was smooth and soft. I caressed her shoulders as I covered them with the lotion. She let out a low moan of pleasure. The fragrance of the creamy substance filled the room. Mom closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Get my neck, Luv," she said as she pulled her hair up. I was careful not to get it all in her hair. I took extra time to rub it in on her neck, and then she let her hair go. I moved my hands down her back again and I thought we were about done, but then she said, "Honey, get my shoulders one more time, would you?"

I put more lotion in my hands and rubbed her shoulders. I made it more of a massage and she responded with a loud sigh and more moaning.

"Oh Luv, that feels so good. Oh my god, baby. You've got magic hands." I worked my way down her back and up again to her shoulders. I slid my hands down her arms and she shivered. "Oh shit! You gave me chills. Sorry about that."

"Sorry about what?" I asked.

"For swearing,"

"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind if you swear. We're both adults and you're not going to offend me by any means."

"I know," she said, "but I always tried to watch my language around you."

"I promise, it's okay."

I slid my hands down her arms again and felt her tremble.

"Fuck!"

"That's more like it," I said, making her laugh.

"Could you do this for me more often? I love your touch, baby."

"Um, yeah, anytime," I said, feeling every nerve in my body tingle. When I heard the pleasure in her voice, it again, made it hard for me to breathe.

"Thank you, Luv," she said, pulling the straps of her nightgown back up. It also let me know the massage was over. "It's getting late and we have to get up early."

"Yeah, I can't wait to get to New York. I've always wanted to go there."

"I've been there once," she said as she turned over to stare up at me. "I think we're going to have a real good time." She patted me on the leg. I took it as a signal that I needed to stand up. The hard on I was sporting had to be visible. I turned to leave and once again I heard Mom make that distinctive sound of clearing her throat. "Come here and give your mother a goodnight kiss."

She held her arms out for an embrace, but she stayed lying on the bed. I had to bend over and hug her. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. I was practically lying on top of my mother. She moved her legs to readjust herself under my weight, but in the process rubbed my groin. At the same time, she kissed me on the lips; letting it linger even longer than our last kiss. It was more than I could take. I came hard in my jeans. I took in a sharp breath as her lips were pressed so perfectly against mine. I pulled away and tried my very best to keep some kind of composure and control my breathing. This was a losing battle. She had to have known what happened. She might have even felt my cock pulsing against her leg.

"Goodnight son," she said softly. "I love you."

"Goodnight, Mom," I replied. "I love you too."

I went back to my room in a daze. I was sweating, slightly out of breath with my eyes probably glazed over. Oh my god! Did that just happen? Was I about to get a text from my mom saying that she knew I blew my load in my pants? She didn't text me. I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. I changed into my sleep shorts, making sure to put the cum filled underwear and jeans in the hamper. I tossed and turned for a while and finally fell asleep, thinking of my amazing mother.

The next day we made our flight and everything was going great. I enjoyed Mom's company so much. We talked and laughed as we walked hand-in-hand through the airport in New York. I would look over at her as I felt her hand in mine, and I'd stare at her beautiful blonde hair and gorgeous face. The butterflies in my belly were working overtime. I wished again I could have read her mind.

"What?" she said, catching me looking at her.

"Has anyone told you today, you look so beautiful?" I was praying I hadn't gone too far or said the wrong thing, but a big smile broke across her face.

"No, but I'm glad it was you. Thank you, Luv." We stopped walking and she reached up and touched my face. She gave me a little peck on the cheek. There were lots of people around us, so we were causing a minor traffic jam in the terminal. She took my hand and held it tight as we continued walking. Something radiated from deep inside of me. It was pure happiness. That is the only way to describe it. At that moment, in an airport in New York City headed for the baggage claim... I had never been that happy in my life. Love is a strange thing, isn't it?

When we arrived at our hotel suite I was amazed how spacious it was. It had two double beds, a living area, kitchen, large bathroom and it was very well lit. I had never stayed in a hotel room this fancy.

"Wow," I said, looking around. "This is awesome. Your company is fitting the bill for this?"

"Yep," Mom said as she started taking stuff out of her suitcase, "not bad, huh?"

"Not bad at all."

"When you're in advertising and business is booming, this firm at least, goes all out. I thought you would like it."

I noticed she hung up an item out of her luggage that was in some sort of garment bag. I wondered if that was the sexy, red sequin dress. I couldn't wait to find out. Mom took a shower and changed clothes. She wore a pretty white blouse and blue jean shorts. She had fixed her hair and redone her makeup.

"Let's go out and grab a bite. I'm starving," Mom said afterwards.

We ate at a cool little restaurant not far from our hotel. Mom had searched on the net for all the nice restaurants and touristy places. We walked around, holding hands, sometimes with our arms around each other, just seeing the sights. It was a lot of fun. We were walking back to our hotel when she finally brought up the subject of Dad.

"Do you miss him?" she asked.

I let out a long sigh. "Yes and no," I said as we stopped to talk. The city lights were making her blue eyes sparkle. The butterflies had returned in full force to my stomach. "We had a good relationship, I thought, but I just don't get it."

"Me either, honey,"

"I can't understand why, in a million lifetimes, he would even let the thought of leaving you... leaving us..."

"It was me he left; we need to get that straight. You were an adult, not living at home, so he left me."

I looked into her eyes; her beautiful eyes. "Hey, we're a package deal. You don't get one without the other. The same goes for leaving." We stood there for a few moments, staring at each other. I finally broke the silence. "He's a fool. He's a damn fool. You are the most wonderful, most gorgeous woman..." She started to interrupt, but I raised a hand to stop her. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me; having you as my mother was... is the best part of my life. Don't ever question yourself; you are everything to me. If Dad didn't see you for whom you are, then it's his loss. I'll keep you all to myself." She smiled broadly.

"You're sweet, but I'm not all that."

"Um, yeah, you are," I said as I took her by the hands. "If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would understand."

"Understand what?" she asked.

"Understand that when we are out together, like tonight, I see how all the guys, regardless of their age, look at you. I'm proud... no, that's not the right word." I thought for a second to choose my words wisely. I wanted her to know how I felt, but at the same time, not cross any lines. "When I'm with you, I feel like more of a man." I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. She bowed her head and blushed. The last thing I wanted to do was to push her away by saying the wrong thing.

She spoke softly, not looking at me. "I make you feel like more of a man? It's how I feel when I'm with you." She looked me in the eyes. "You make me feel like I'm sexy; like I'm pretty; like... oh shit, I don't know..."

She started to turn away, but I reached out and touched her chin, guiding her eyes back to mine. I had to just say it. I needed to say it and I think she needed to hear it. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever known; and you know in your heart of hearts I'm not just saying that. I hate what Dad has put you through, but these past few weeks that we've spent together... I wouldn't trade them for anything. I love you, Mom."