Something Different

I was waiting impatiently at the airport for the plane to arrive. We had already passed the time when plane was due and now every passing second seemed like an hour. I didn’t care what the reason for the delay was; I wanted that plane to be on the ground. I had waited over two years to see my son and now that he was supposed to be here, in my arms, I couldn’t wait any longer. I was longing to see his sweet face and to kiss his beautiful cheeks. I wanted to hug him as hard as possible and to hold him against me to make up for all the time that he was away, studying on the other side of the country. I was very upset with the pilot for delaying my reunion with my son.

As I stared at the arrivals and departures notice board, I tried to picture what he would look like after such a long time. I figured he must have shot up quite high and hopefully filled in a bit. I wondered about any of the changes in him as a result of becoming a man. I wondered about his personality, how it must have developed after being away from home for so long.

I jumped up as the notice board changed to indicate that his flight had landed. I moved to the glass wall looking out onto the runaway and could see in a distance his plane taxiing towards the passageway that would eventually bring him out in front of me. I couldn’t wait.

I had to wait though, for a long time again because it took what felt like hours for the inept crew of the airline to bring the plane in and disembark all the passengers. I moved to the front of the crowd waiting for their loved ones to come and anxiously waited for my son to step out from behind the corner and come into my arms.

Passengers started to come out slowly at first and then in one long line. I was almost beside myself getting more impatient by the second. I scrutinized every male face for those familiar features and each one I saw turned out to be someone else’s son. As the last of the passengers came through and there was no one else coming, panic took over my brain. Where was he? What happened? Did he miss the plane? Did something happen to him? When I saw the airline crew closing their counter, I decided to run to them and ask them to check their computers or something. I wanted to know what happened to my son.

As I turned, I ran smack into a large man towering over me. I became furious as I lost my balance and almost fell backwards. He reached out and grabbed me by my waist. He said, “Are you okay, mom?”

“Son,” I screamed, “Oh my God, it’s you!”

“Yes, mom, it’s me.” The little moustache on his lips spread wide as he gave me a huge smile.

“Son, look at you…” I was still screaming as I hugged him tight, “…you look so different I didn’t even recognize you.”

“Yes, I know.” He was grinning from ear to ear. He had cut his hair short and his ears were quite visible. He looked handsome as ever and as kissable as the day I brought him home from the hospital.

“You have grown…” I felt around his shoulders, his arms and even his stomach. “You have grown a lot.” I smothered him again and gave him a ton of kisses on his cheeks and his forehead, which he had to lower quite a bit to let me reach it. Then I started crying.

“What’s the matter, mom. Why the tears? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“I am son, I am. But, I have missed so much of your growing up that I suddenly feel I was deprived of the best years of your life.”

“The best years are yet to come, mom, what with college and all.” He sounded so mature. “And I promise you’ll share them with me as much as possible because I have decided to go to a college here instead of the other part of the country.”

I smiled and hugged him hard. I then kissed him lightly on the lips and said, “I hope so, but for now, let’s get you home.”

“Yes, home.” He repeated as we started moving towards the parking lot.

I was happy. I couldn’t get enough of him. I kept touching his hand and his arm on the drive to our house. He was also happy as I could tell from the way he held my hand on occasion and squeezed it, or the way he pressed my shoulders as I tried to get home as fast as possible. The maid had instructions to get his room ready and to get the meal on the table the minute she saw my car pulling into the driveway.

His father, his sisters and our faithful maid, Juliah, were all waiting outside the house and charged him the minute my car stopped. After all the commotion died out, he went to Juliah and greeted her with so much respect that I couldn’t help but feel proud of the way he had turned out. Juliah cried as she held my hand and exclaimed how grown up he was. She said she remembered the day he used to run around in the yard giving her hard time and now he was probably the handsomest man she had ever laid her eyes on. I laughed as I gave her a hug.

He was tired so he went to his room after the meal and his sisters went with him. It took them a while to leave but they promised to come again next day to spend time with him. His father told him how happy he was to have him back with us for a while and how proud he was that his son had completed his school so well and had grown up to be such a nice young man.

I went to his room to make sure everything was okay and found him deep asleep still in his travel clothes. As he lay there like an angel that he was, I realized that I had lost my son forever. This man was not my son, he didn’t look like my son, he was some stranger. I sat next to him as I held his hand in mine and brought it to my chest and held it there with all the affection that I felt. I touched his face, I ran my fingers through his hair, I even caressed his back the way I used to do so many years ago. I had missed him and I cursed the day I had let my husband decide to send him so far away, “to build character”, as he so smugly had put.

I consoled myself by saying that now he was back and now he was with me, that now he was mine. He was so deep asleep he didn’t even realize that I was feeling him. It took me a while to leave the room and settle down.

I was up early the next morning, giving instructions about his breakfast, how it should be served, where it should be served and so on. I had heard the shower and knew that he was up early as well and that he’ll be out with me shortly. His father was going to work soon and his sisters probably wouldn’t show up for another three or four hours, so I decided that I was going to monopolize his time, to make up for the time we had lost, so to speak.

He was bright and perky, dressed in crisp clothes that Juliah had taken very special care to iron. His hair was still wet and he had combed them back nicely, a rather fresh departure from his schoolboy appearance of a few years back. His moustache was gone, though. I asked him what happened and he told me that he only had it to fool me on our first meeting. He didn’t really like to have one.

With the moustache gone, he looked somewhat like my son, even though many of his features were lost forever. That Adam’s apple was prominent, those shoulders were a lot more muscular, his face was more serious with his eyes set deeper than I remembered and his lips more chiselled. Gone was that boyish, naughty, playful smile and in its place was this deep, mysterious silence; an attractive feature in a man, but not in my son. I was having trouble putting the two together into one, as the reality was. I was only interested in mothering my child, not playing host to this newcomer.

I went to him and hugged him. I placed my arms around his waist and held him tight into me. I put my head on his chest and swayed with him. I said, “I missed you son. I really really did. I am so glad you are here now, to stay for a while.”

He put his arms around my shoulders and squeezed me hard. “I missed you too, mom. It is nice to be home.”

He tried to step aside and away from me, but I held on. “Let me keep you in my arms a little longer son, at least I can recover some of the time I wish I had held you.”

He squirmed trying to shift his body to a different angle, but I didn’t let him. He gave in after he realized that I was determined.

I inhaled some of his aroma as I pressed my cheek into him. My breasts were firmly stuck into his chest as my hands completely circled around his waist. I was holding him as tight as I could.

He squirmed again as he tried to change the angle of his body the other way this time. I said with mock anger, “Will you hold still son. I am trying to let you know how much I missed you. I am trying to dislodge the emptiness that I had felt these past few years because you were sent away against my will.”

“I know mom, I know. It is just that…”

I cut him short. “It is just nothing. I know you have grown a lot and I know you are a big man now, and I know I can’t force you to let me hold you, but…”

The remaining words got stuck in my throat as I realized that he really had grown, that he really was a big man. I realized why he was trying to shift his angle as I felt him poking me in the region of his birth.

There I was, nestled into him, holding on tight to keep him from getting out of my arms, and there he was, squirming, as his full erection pressed into me. I had a dilemma on my hands. I didn’t want to let go because I really wanted to hold him, but I couldn’t hold him like that, with his manhood knocking on my womanhood. I didn’t know what to do. On one hand, it probably was best to end that hug quickly. On the other, I had insisted so much on the hug that I felt it would embarrass him tremendously if I let his erection be the reason for stopping.

In my state of indecision, we stayed like that for a while. His penis was really hard, I mean it was so hard that I thought he had a steel pole in his pants. It felt very strong against my softness and the feeling stayed with me long after I let go of him. He ate his breakfast and went somewhere as I busied myself with things around the house. I tried very hard to get the feelings out of my skin but throughout the day I felt his penis constantly pressing into me. I tried to shake the thought from my head but nothing doing. At one time I even went to my bedroom and tried to massage the feelings off. Instead I duplicated them from my privates to my hand. Now I was feeling his hardness both between my legs and on my hand.

One problem though, I really didn’t want to lose the feelings. His hardness had felt kind of nice and the feelings that it left behind were exciting. The fact that we had touched involuntarily made it all the better. I had experienced my son’s erection without either one of us doing it for sexual reasons, and it had felt good. The circumference of the area where he had pressed grew as the day passed and by the time night came, the feeling had spread to my entire body. I could feel his penis pressing all over me.

I failed to hold on to the feelings during the night, though. I lost them during my sleep.

The next morning when I hugged him, he didn’t need to squirm that much. His erection was not there, for whatever reason. He had resigned to my overt affection and let me hug him as much as I wanted. This time I hugged him longer than I had intended to but failed to get his erection to come in contact with any part of my body.

The same went for the following morning. I hugged him to my heart’s content but I didn’t feel any erection pressing into me. I even changed my position and my angle a few times, nothing. I hugged him some more during the day but again, no dice. He had found a way to conceal it from me, and for some reason I felt disappointed. I realized that may be he did something during his shower to get rid of his erection and if I wanted to feel it again, I had to catch him before he went to the bathroom.

The next morning I was in front of his door as he came out of his room. He was still half asleep, wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms as I wrapped my arms around him. He struggled to make sense out of what I was doing but I was duly rewarded for my effort. His fully erect, hard as a rock cock pressed between my thighs as I pressed myself into him as far as I could.

“Mom,” he protested.

“Don’t mom me, young man. I had a nightmare and I just had to come and hug you as soon as I could.”

He seemed a bit upset. “Mom, I am not a little boy any more. This kind of, sort of…”

I responded curtly, “You are my little boy and you’ll always be my little boy, so knock of the kind of, sort of, talk.”

“I can’t mom.” He said with some resignation in his voice. “There are a few things different about me and I feel uncomfortable at such close physical contact between us.”

I felt hurt. I let go of him. He went in as I retreated to the kitchen.

He came after a long time, I guess after composing himself. I didn’t rush to give him another hug. He must have noticed my mood because he came to me and said, “Mom, don’t be mad. I hope you understand.”

“I don’t understand, son, but may be you can explain when you feel like it’s the right time.”

I didn’t approach him again. I didn’t try to hug him or get near him. My heart was broken. I felt very heavy in my chest. I couldn’t bear not being able to hold my son against my bosom.

He noticed my gloom and I could see that he was feeling some pain himself. Finally, on Saturday morning, he caught me in the kitchen. Before I could even greet him he took me into his arms and gave me this huge hug. He said, “Mom, don’t be upset with me. It is just that I am a grown man now and when I hug a woman I get these feelings that I don’t want to have for my own mother.”

“What kind of feelings are you talking about son?”

“You mean, you can’t tell what I am talking about.” He seemed genuinely surprised.

“No, I can’t. That’s why I asked you to explain it to me.”

“You mean, when I hug you, you don’t feel anything different from a few years ago.”

“No, I don’t. You are my son and you’ll always be my son.”

“Yes, but I am bigger now. There have been a few changes in my body. Don’t you feel anything different about me?”

“No, I don’t. You are still the same.”

“Are you sure, mom? That I am still the same.”

I looked into his eyes as my breasts pressed hard against him. “You are still the same.”

He shifted his body a little to the left and I felt his erection on my thigh. He asked, “How about now? Do you feel anything different?”

“No, you are still the same son.”

He shifted a little more and pressed his cock in between my thighs. “How about now?”

I knew what he was driving at. I just didn’t want to admit that there was anything that could come between mother and son. I knew if I agreed to his point, we would both then become more self-conscious every time we hugged in the future. I couldn’t have that. There was no need to put any barriers between us. I shook my head in the negative.

He wasn’t about to give up. He wanted to make sure that there was no doubt left in my mind about the point he was trying to get across. He put his hands on my ass, positioned his cock straight on my pussy and pressed it in as hard as possible. I could feel his erection somewhat inside of me as he asked, “How about now? You have to feel something now?”

I relented. I pressed back on his cock and held it between my pussy lips. I gyrated a little to let him know that I got his point. “Listen son, is this what you are talking about?” I gyrated again to make sure he knew I was referring to his cock.

“Yes, mom, that’s exactly what I am talking about. When you hug me, I get this erection and I feel uncomfortable.”

“But, I don’t care. You are my son. I want to hug you and kiss you, erection or no erection.”

“Really?” He sounded surprised.

“Yes, really son. I love you and I don’t want to let go of my boy just because he is a man now.”

He let go of me and said, “Well, then. I guess it is okay with me as well.”

The tension disappeared from our relationship after that. He became quite at ease with me. I found that he also became more affectionate. Once we removed the stigma attached to his erection pressing against me, he became comfortable with his penis and my body and the number of hugs increased tremendously.

When we hugged, I found his penis pressing into my thighs, between my thighs, once even in my stomach. I liked this carefree hugging. I was always feeling good and he seemed like he was always erect. I enjoyed this added dimension to our relationship.

One day Juliah was late and I was standing at the sink trying to rinse off a couple of dishes, my body leaning into the counter as I waited for the warm water to come through the pipes, when I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a body pressed into me. It was my son, this time he was hugging me from behind. I reached back with my dry hand and placed my arm around his neck. He pressed his pelvic area into my behind and I felt his penis part my butt cheeks and get in deep. I knew then that may be things had gotten a little out of hand. This was not a normal hug and his penis coming in such contact with my ass was not something that should be happening. I pushed him back with my butt and I felt his hardness press even deeper, all the way to my anus. I then turned around and faced him. Now I was leaning backward as he pressed his pelvic area into my pussy. He was really hard and he started grinding his cock into my pussy. I felt him making his way in and was about to say something to stop him when we both heard Juliah come into the kitchen. He separated from me but not before Juliah saw what he was doing to me. He didn’t stay there and left quickly. Julaih’s mouth was open with surprise. I didn’t know what to tell her. As it turned out, I didn’t have to.

She came closer to me and whispered, “Madam, that son of yours is quite a handful.”

“What do you mean?”

“I though I was the only one, but now he is even taking advantage of you. I think he may be losing control.”

“You mean, he does this to you as well.”

“Yes, a little too often, if I might add.”

“What do you do then?”

“What can I do, Madam? I am afraid of you so I just let him. Only now his advances are becoming more and more pronounced, deeper even. I am telling you, one day I may find him with my legs around his shoulders and his manhood all the way to my heart.”

“Really, what would you do if he tried something like that?”

“I don’t know, Madam, I don’t know. If I wasn’t afraid of you, I probably would have let him by now.”

“Well, you better stay clear.” I commanded her. I felt a bit hurt. My son was looking for affection from my maid. I found it insulting that he thought both of us on par in his hugs.

One Sunday, Juliah was off and my husband had gone on one of his incessant fishing trips, when I realized that my son had stayed in bed longer than usual. When I went to check on him, I found him waiting for me. He lifted the bed cover and asked me to snuggle with him.

Something told me that I shouldn’t, but he was asking so nicely and all of our hugs so far had been standing up, I figured it would be nice to hug while lying down. This way we could, may be, position ourselves differently. So, I got into bed with him.

That turned out to be my second mistake.

When I got in, I found out that he was not wearing any clothes. The thought of hugging my son while he was naked hadn’t crossed my mind and it didn’t look right that I was fully clothed while he had nothing on. Apparently he realized the same thing and he started to take my clothes off. I protested—weakly though. I knew we had to hug and it looked like from the way he was tearing my clothes off of my body that he needed the hug really bad. His hands were shaking and he was fumbling around the buttons and zippers so badly that I had to help him take my clothes off. The minute I was completely out of my clothes, he practically attacked me. He hugged me, kissed me rather hungrily, caressed my breasts, rubbed his hands over my back and my belly and then started to rub around and between my thighs. I tolerated his deep kisses, even enjoyed a bit when his tongue was in my mouth, but I wasn’t going to let him put his finger in my pussy. I mean that was not something that needed to be included in our hugs. It was bad enough that I was letting him rub my clitoris and the inside of my pussy lips. He soon gave up on that and I was relieved; excited as well, but relieved nevertheless.