If you're looking for a fast past sex story with wicked incest between a mother and son, this isn't it. This story was a request made by a fellow reader that I accepted to write. It's a love story with some tragedy that slowly develops over time.
I would like to thank 'younghrted2' for taking the time to review and edit my story.
All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.
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I once heard, "If you want to make God laugh, just tell him your plans," and found out how true that was.
You see, my name is Chris, and this is my tale of how that happened to me.
It all began back when I was naive and young. Right out of high school at the ripe old age of eighteen, I married my high school sweetheart, Jessica.
We were on top of the world, and Jessica was the love of my life. She was the woman who melted my heart, and I had the rest of my life to enjoy how happy she made me.
Jess and I worked out a way to finish our education. I worked full-time for a construction company that supported us, while she attended the local college. After she got her degree and a good job the plan was that I would go back and get mine.
We'd been married two years when we had our first significant change. Jess told me she was pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a wonderful baby girl we named Jennie, after Jessica's grandmother.
Jennie resembled her mother, with just a touch of me. I was pleased about that, since I never consider myself to be handsome even though Jess claimed I was.
So with the birth of our daughter came new life challenges. Jess took some time off school and raised our daughter until she could be left with my mother, Lauren, or the daycare, which was expensive but necessary. I had to take on another part-time job in the evening just to make ends meet.
Things started to look up for us. Jess was just four months away from finishing her classes, and this heavy burden would soon be merely a memory. At least, so I thought.
I'll never forget that horrible day. I got a call at work from the police telling me Jess was in a car accident and had been rushed to the hospital. I raced to be by her side, but was greeted by a doctor who gave me the news. My wife was gone...
I fell to my knees in horror as the thought of her not being by my side left me numb. Words could not express the emptiness and pain I felt.
My parents and Jess's tried to ease my grief, but it was clear I was lost in self-sorrow. I struggled through the funeral and dealt with all the impossible details that came with it.
Jess's parents had an insurance policy on her, and they helped with the funeral expenses. They even offered to give me what money was left to help with raising Jen. However, while I was so lost and confused, I didn't want to talk about it.
Six months later, I still struggled with not continuing, and I fell into a dark place that I didn't want to leave. If I didn't have Jennie, I'm sure I would have ended my misery at my own hand.
Mom did her best to help me out, but she was going through her own hell at the time. You see, my father had been diagnosed with cancer which, after several treatments, went into submission.
You would think that would have made him appreciate his family more. But in reality, it did the opposite. He spent more time away from home. And on numerous occasions, Mom caught him cheating with younger women. I'm not sure why she stayed with him after that, but she did.
Mom wound up spending more time over at my small apartment watching my daughter than she did at her house. I offered on several occasions to drop Jen off at her place, but she liked the idea of getting out of her empty home.
Mom tried her best to shake me out of my slump, and would pester me into going out on dates. The problem was I didn't feel up to it. The thought of finding a woman to replace my Jess didn't interest me. In my mind, there wasn't a woman in the world that could fill her shoes.
However, to please Mom, I did make an effort, and of course, they all ended horribly.
Finally, after months of Mom pushing me to enjoy life again, I stood my ground and challenged her.
"Mom, you're so worried about my happiness, what about yours? Why don't you go out and enjoy life, yourself?" I demanded.
I think I shocked her with that comment, because she fired back with how she was too old to enjoy life.
My mother is only twenty years my senior, which I wouldn't consider old by any means. I knew I wanted to help her out for all she's done for me, and decided to get her involved whether she wanted to or not.
"Mom, if you want me to go out and enjoy myself, then you have to, too! If you'd like, we can see a movie or hit a club for a short time this Friday. I'll find a sitter for the night."
Mom thought about it and finally caved. We settled on seeing a movie, and that was the start of my life taking another turn.
I picked Mom up at her house, and as she stepped out, I had to wonder when the last time was that she went anywhere. She looked great, but was overdressed for just a movie. Mom wore a long dark-blue dress that nicely swayed as she walked. I also noticed how her face and hair were done, and I commented on her appearance.
"Mom, you
do
know it's just a movie,... right?"
Mom smiled and replied. "I can't go looking like an old hag."
Her response got my temper going. I couldn't stand hearing her put herself down.
"Mom... Stop calling yourself that! I don't know who put that notion in your head, but believe me, you're far from being a hag. In fact, you're downright gorgeous!"
Mom blushed as I helped her inside the car, and we drove to the theater.
I can honestly say I enjoyed myself that night. Mom's presence next to me seemed to soothe my soul, and I felt almost like my old self again as we watched the flick. The pain I had felt was put aside, and I actually found myself wanting to do other things. As the night ended and I dropped Mom off at home, I admitted how much I enjoyed her company. She kissed my cheek and told me the same before she walked back to her front door.
The following weekend rolled around, and we decided to do it again. I was happy to see Mom dressed more casually this time, but she still couldn't help asking if what she had on was okay.
"Mom... You look great," I commented. I know most men would just say that to rush their woman out of the house, but the fact was, she did.
Mom wore a pair of blue jeans and a nice light-blue sweater top. Her hair and face, of course, were again done to the max. And I couldn't help but notice how the makeup had accented her blue eyes. I'm sure they were always that blue, but tonight they stood out more.
Again, we had a wonderful time at the movies. The show was a comedy/love story with a fantastic ending, and I found myself wishing it wasn't over. I enjoyed our time out so much, I suggested we should stop by a club and have one glass of wine before calling it a night.
I think Mom felt the same, as she happily agreed with my idea. We drove to a club that wasn't far from her house.
The club had a dark atmosphere and was set up nicely, with many booths surrounding the dance floor. The other great thing was that they didn't blast the sound system, so you could have a conversation while still enjoying the music.
Mom and I had our glass of wine and talked about everything and nothing. Time seemed to fly as our conversation went on. As an upbeat song played, I noticed Mom's foot begin to tap to the beat, and I asked if she'd like to dance.
At first, she shied away from my request, but our one glass of wine turned into two, and then three. By the fourth glass, she finally accepted my offer, and we hit the dance floor.
I never knew my mother was such a great dancer, and we tore up the floor for the rest of the night. We stayed until closing, and I called a cab since I was sure it wouldn't be safe driving in our condition.
As the cab pulled up to Mom's house, she gave me a kiss goodnight. I was surprised at first, when instead of on my cheek Mom placed her mouth on my lips, and a sudden rush of pleasure raced through my body. I swear it touched my soul! A part of me that I had forgotten about had just been awakened like a sleeping dragon.
Mom's kiss lasted only a fraction of a second, but it felt as if her lips were still touching mine as she walked away.
I thought about that kiss while the taxi driver drove me home, and once more, after I paid the sitter for watching Jen for the night.
There was something magical in that kiss that made me feel like a person once again. No, not a person; it made me feel like a
man
.
My mind was spinning as I plopped my tired body on my bed. I just lay there and reminisced over the entire night. However, the more I thought over our fantastic night, the longer I pictured Mom and how she danced flawlessly.
I'm not sure if it was the booze or not, but my psyche began to produce more intimate images of Mom, as her body moved to the music.
Then my attention drew to how her breasts bounced to the beat, and how her hips swayed to the tempo. My eyes in my mind slowly scrolled up from her chest until I was staring at her wonderful smile, as her shiny, long blonde hair flowed across her face and shoulders. I couldn't believe it, but I felt my penis twitch and increase in size!
I couldn't understand how I was getting hard picturing my mother, and I knew I should have been shocked by this unthinkable body response. Nevertheless, for some strange reason, it didn't feel perverted at all. As a matter of fact, it felt wonderful.
I fell asleep with those sultry images and awoke late the next morning feeling like a new man. My depression had all but disappeared, and for the first time, I didn't awake thinking back over what I had with Jess, but instead wondered what Mom was doing. I found myself wanting to see her again. I couldn't help but hop out of bed and give her a call.
Mom had just woken up, herself, and even though she said she had a great time, her voice told me another story. She couldn't fool me, and finally admitted that Dad never came home last night. She'd fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to arrive.
I could feel the anger growing inside me. Again, Dad took advantage of Mom's loving and forgiving personality. I didn't care at that point if the old fucker
came home! In my mind, the best thing would be for him to leave and never come back.
I tried to cheer Mom up, but it seemed hopeless, until I thought of something she couldn't turn down.
"Mom, it's a beautiful day outside. Why don't you spend it with Jen and me at the park? I know she'd love to spend the day with you."
I could hear Mom's breath over the phone as she paused for a couple of seconds before asking me a strange question.
"And what about you? Do
you
