***
The snowflakes fell thick, to the point where Justin could only see a few dozen feet into the distance. He ran a cold, ungloved hand through his hair, brushing white powder and ice off, and tried to walk a little faster. The snow was up to his knees even on the plowed section of the sidewalk, and his feet sank into it as though it were freezing cold sand.
The day had been a long one, and Justin was tired. His school vacation had been filled with more work than play, ever since his boss at the pizzeria started relying on him to cover for an employee on a trip.
And I'm stuck back here at home, overworked and barely sleeping.
Justin's dad was on vacation. Both of his twin sisters were on vacation. Most of his friends were on vacation. Everyone was on vacation, except for him and his mom.
"I'm home." Justin dusted snow off his jeans the best as he could and forcefully kicked his shoes off.
"I'm so glad. I was starting to get worried."
Emily, Justin's mother, glided into the living room. She had medium length chestnut brown hair, and it was fluffy and loose, as though she'd taken a shower and carefully blow-dried it afterward.
The robe she was wearing supported the idea, though the red and black garment wasn't the sort a woman would normally pick straight out of the bath. It clung to her tiny frame in interesting ways, showcasing the cleavage of her large, shapely breasts. With each step she took, her bare legs stretched out underneath the bottom hem, giving Justin tantalizing flashes of thigh.
I thought I was going to be alone for this vacation. Having Mom here is torture.
"Hey," said Justin. "Sorry, I had to work late tonight. The pizza place was swamped with orders and one of the dishwashers didn't show up."
"You are covered in snow!" His mom let out a gasp and began running her hands through his hair, and along his neck. "You poor thing!"
Her hands pulled his jacket open with gentle, yet supremely confident motions, and Emily slipped both her arms around him as she pulled it off. It put her body in close contact with Justin's, which was hard for him to ignore in a number of ways.
Emily was one of those women that most men only ever got to see through computer monitors or during wet dreams. She was in her mid-thirties, and somehow, almost magically, still growing into her beauty. Every year that went by only added to the amount of sex appeal she could muster with a simple smile or a lingering look.
Justin noticed it less through his own eyes and more through the comments and questions he'd had to endure from practically everyone in his life. His friends were always curious about her, and would ask questions ranging from her favorite type of flower to the color of her panties.
Even Justin's boss, Michael, routinely asked him probing questions about her. Sometimes Michael would even try to invite himself over for dinner when it was just the two of them at home, as he had earlier that night.
"I'm fine, Mom," said Justin. He flashed a smile and attempted to push forward out of the entryway and into the living room.
"You are not fine, young man." She set her hands on his chest and flashed him a concerned frown. When she looked at him like that, Justin felt as though he had to do whatever she said. And lately, that was becoming more and more of a problem.
Why is she so touchy feely all the time? I'm 18, and I'm not a little kid anymore.
Emily ran her hands down he son's chest slowly, dropping to her knees as she did. Justin took a step back, or rather, he tried to. The door was behind him and his back pushed up against it, leaving him no room to escape.
"Your jeans are practically caked in snow!" His mom smiled up at him innocently. "Let me brush it off for you..."
"Mom!" Justin shook his head, but she was already brushing her soft hands across his jeans. "It's fine, really. I can do it!"
Does she even realize what she's doing? Her hands are only inches away from my...
Justin's jaw dropped open as he felt his mom's hand rub across his crotch. His cock was already half erect from seeing her wardrobe choice for the night, and now it was well on its way to being a full-blown erection. He stared down at her, getting a down blouse view of her breasts that was on the verge of being indecent.
Emily didn't seem to notice or realize what she was doing. Her hand brushed the inside of Justin's legs, and then along his shins, and then meandered back up to his crotch. She let her fingers trace slow lines across his hard cock, and even through his jeans, it was almost enough to make Justin cum on the spot.
"There we go! All done!" She smiled up at him and hopped to her feet, rubbing her hand across her robe and fixing her hair as she did. "See, isn't that better? Your jeans would be soaked if you didn't get that off."
Justin opened his mouth and then closed it. He blinked a couple of times, avoiding eye contact as best as he could as his face began to heat up and turn a deep scarlet.
She's torturing me, and she has no idea that she's doing it... does she?
"Uh... thanks." Justin hunched over slightly in an attempt to minimize the visibility of his hard on as he walked through the living room and toward the stairs.
"Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes," said Emily. "I'll call you down for it."
"Gotcha!" said Justin. He took the stairs two at a time, walked into his room, and almost slammed the door shut behind him. His cock throbbed, and he knew it was because of her, his own mother.
***
No amount of deep breathing was enough to calm Justin down. He paced his bedroom, biting back his frustration and arousal as much as he could. It wasn't enough, and the painful bulge poking out against his jeans acted as though it had its own vote to cast.
It's not my fault! She's gorgeous! If she wasn't my mother, I'd...
Justin shook his head, trying to dispel the line of thinking that his primal, mammalian instincts were leading him down. He sat down in front of his computer and opened up his web browser.
It was abundantly clear that if he didn't take care of himself, the vacation was going to be long, hard, and torturous. So Justin did what any hormonal 18-year-old would, under the circumstances, and typed in the web address of his favorite porn site.
I can't believe I'm doing this right now. Mom is still awake, and we're eating dinner soon.
His body wasn't on the same wavelength as his rational mind, and one hand began browsing through videos while the fingers of the other freed his cock from his jeans. Justin was young, tall for his age, and in relatively good shape. And in the back of his head, he felt slightly jilted at the fact that he had to find release at his own hands, rather than having a girlfriend to turn to.
Justin clicked through a few videos at random before one caught his eye. The woman in it was gorgeous, older than the man she was with, and reminded him of someone very close to him.
She has the same hair color and a similar body type to my mom. Does that matter?
He chewed on his lip and tried to summon the willpower to find something to watch that didn't make him feel so guilty. His hand moved with a mind of its own, slowly stroking up and down as he watched the woman in the video taking care of the young man with her mouth.
"Justin?"
JESUS CHRIST!
Justin's first reaction was to stand up, and he painfully bumped his knees on the underside of the desk. Moans were coming from the speaker, and it took him a moment to get the video muted. His hands flew down to his jeans and he managed to get them buttoned with only a split second to spare as the door opened, and his mother walked in.
"What were you watching, honey?" she asked. "I heard some weird noises from behind the door."
"It was, uh, just a movie." Justin was still breathing heavily. Strangely, having her in his room did almost nothing to kill his arousal. If anything, it amplified it, throwing an illicit monkey wrench in the form of his goddess of a mother into his plans to get off.
"Huh," said Emily. "Maybe we should watch it together after dinner?"
She walked over to Justin's desk and sat down on the edge of it, crossing her legs so that one of her feet came to rest on the inside of her son's thigh. The smile on her face was devious, and she leaned forward in a way that unintentionally enhanced her cleavage for Justin's benefit.
"No!" said Justin. "I don't think you'd like it. It was long and hard to get into!"
"You'd be surprised at what I like," said his mom. "Long and hard doesn't sound bad at all. We could curl up together, and watch it, and just enjoy ourselves."
She had on a pair of long, colorful socks, and let her foot slowly run up Justin's thigh. It traced a line over his achingly hard cock and he had to stifle a moan. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and it was almost impossible for him to think, let alone talk.
"M-maybe," he finally managed.
"You'd enjoy it, Justin," whispered his mom. "I promise you that. We would have such a good time, watching the movie."
Emily slipped off the desk, moving her foot back to the ground and leaning forward over her son in the chair. Her breasts practically begged to be fondled and freed, and she let them dangle right at eye level.
"What do you say, sweetie?" His mom's hand ran up his thigh, drawing closer, and closer.
A timer went off from downstairs in the kitchen. Justin blinked, feeling like he'd just snapped out of a trance. His mom smiled at him, leaned her face in dangerously close to his, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek after a moment of consideration.
"Dinner's ready," she said. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
Emily pulled away from him and left the room. Justin took several deep breaths and just sat there, confused and aroused beyond reasonable measure.
***
Compared to the rest of the evening, dinner was a relatively calm affair. Justin let himself zone out and talk about work, and it was easy enough to stay distracted while reminiscing on the annoyances of the day out loud.
