For Pieter, Alan, Stefan, Craig and all my other devoted fans, but especially these four. You Rock!!!
Sometimes in life you ponder strange occurrences and at other times, you just have to say; screw it! Well in my case, it would definitely be; screw her. She is forty three years old, green eyes, long auburn hair and a body to die for. And who am I you ask yourself, well, I am her twenty six year old son, 6.3ft, built like a swimmer, dark brown hair and my father's blue eyes. I am a fairly well known and popular rock singer and travel the world with my band and rake in millions. Women are a dime a dozen but after some time, it gets old and tedious. After I bought my first mansion, I asked my parents to move in with me because I hated living alone. Dad still worked and mom became housekeeper/hostess for lack of better words.
All my friends were in lust with my beautiful mother and always found stupid reasons to hang around my house, to ogle her. She never seemed to notice or acknowledge this behavior and being unattainable just made her just that much more of a goddess to them. I hated it. She was supposed to belong to dad and me only. I became obsessed with her. Everything she did turned me on. I tried to fuck her out of my thoughts and basically achieved several orgasms with zero gratification. I slowly started to withdraw from the band's nightly "screw them all" sessions and took up, once again, the age old method of masturbation.
I would lie on my bed in our plush trailer and look at photographs of my sexy mother. My absolute favorite is one where she had fallen asleep on my couch and just woken up. Her slumberous green eyes smoky, tongue licking her dry and mysteriously smiling lips. Nothing sexual about the photo, just the expression on her face confirming a woman in total sync with herself and a passionate nature. I could die a very happy man if she ever wakes up next to me with that expression.
I start stroking my rigid cock through tight jeans. Closing my eyes, I can see her standing next to my bed, smiling. She slowly starts taking off her clothes and sway sexily to and fro. The buttons on my jeans resist my attempt to free my cock, but I prevail. Pushing my jeans and briefs down, I take my straining erection in hand and slowly start stroking. In my fantasy, Mom touches her beautiful breast while the other hand strays to her bald eager pussy. Touching her nether lips, she coyly watches me fucking my hand. I almost lose it, but reign in my explosion. My other hand is pulling and stretching my balls almost past the point of pleasure. Mom is stroking her clit and breathing heavily, never taking her eyes off, off me. I spit in my hand and rub my bulbous cock head to purple bliss. A finger, no two, enters her pussy and I can almost hear the sucking motion. I start stroking myself in earnest again and just before I blow, the vision of mom disappears. I stop stroking and just lie there, knowing that when I eventually explode, I might just have a heart attack.
I love the pleasure/pain of denying myself instant gratification. I walk around with a permanent hard on and the friction of my tight jeans prolongs the agony. I have been dubbed the hard on rocker by the public, if they only knew what caused this state. I dress again and join the band members at warm up for our final tour concert. Tonight, after the concert, I fly home. I can't wait to hold her in my aching arms again. I wonder if this time our relationship will change. She knows of my feelings but simply ignore them. I have to change her mind or I will surely go insane.
The concert is sold out and a smashing success. We always finish with a ballad and this one I wrote for and dedicate to Kat (My Mom's nickname). I know that she's watching and will understand the meaning behind the words.
My obsession is you and nobody knows
To expect me to breathe is a cruel punishment
You own my soul and I live to serve you
Please answer my call and be with me...
I leave the stage and make a run for the trailer, hoping that I can escape without anyone seeing me. Grabbing my cell phone, bag and wallet, I once again make a run for the limo. A few diehard fans waylay me on my quest home and I dish out autographs and even a few cd's. On my way to the airport, I phone Mom.
"Hey baby, your concerts just keep on getting better and better." Mom answered the phone.
"Yeah well, what can I say? You raised an exceptionally gifted child." I joked while stroking my erection, again. I just have to think about her or hear her voice to revert back to my caveman origins.
"You know baby, any child of mine would never brag about their abilities, they would just valiantly go forth and do good deeds. You sleeping over or coming home tonight?" Mom asked.
"Already on my way to the airport, should be there in about four hours, and Mom, please don't wait up for me. It is already very late, oh, and how's Dad?"
"Honey, you know I always wait up for you, I still have a few things to do and Daddy is great. He will probably go to bed any minute now; you want to say hi to him?"
"Nope, will see him in the morning and then we can catch up. We just stopped at the airport, see you in a few and love you Mom."
"Love you too baby and thank you for the dedication, it made me cry."
"Aw Mom, I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I know honey, it was just too beautiful and I could not stop myself. Now hurry home, I miss you."
"Bye Mom."
I slept on the flight and dreamt of her again. It seems to me that every moment of my life is dedicated in homage to her. Rushing through customs, I collected my car and nearly wrecked it twice in my rush to get home. Barely parking the car, I raced for the front door.
There she is the light of my life. Fast asleep on the couch, legs tucked under her, reading glasses askew on her pert little nose and softly snoring. I have never seen anything more beautiful and my heart overflowed with love for this exceptional woman. Slowly sitting down next to her, I gently pull her into my arms, trying not to wake her. Fortune favored me and she snuggled closer to my chest, curling up in my lap. My eyes could not get enough of this beautiful angel in my arms. It is difficult to explain the overwhelming feelings I feel towards her, but know this; I would kill and die for this woman. My finger traced her beautiful lips, parting them to touch her dewy moistness, hoping her tongue would reciprocate. Gently cupping her head in my hand, I brought her nearer and nuzzled her neck, trying to inhale her essence. Slowly I feel her gaining wakefulness and I silently cursed fate for not allowing me more time with her in slumber.
"Mmmm....., I love being awakened by my baby. I missed you darling." Snaking her arms around my neck, she hugged me tightly.
"Hello gorgeous Mother, I missed you so much." I could not stop nuzzling her neck, hair and dainty ear.
"Oh darling, this house is a mausoleum without you here." Pulling back from my embrace, she traced my jaw with her tiny hand and kissed my burning lips.
Before she could pull back, I feathered soft kisses all over her face, stopping at her luscious lips. I sweep my tongue across it and we both moan. Taking this as a sign, I push my tongue past her lips and slowly start kissing her. My world explodes and she was my only anchor, keeping me shackled to her sensuous aura. I pulled her legs on either side of me and pushed my erection against her inviting softness. Our breaths ragged and bodies shaking, Mom took her precious lips from mine.
"Baby, we have to stop. We can't be doing this, this is wrong." Mom whispered while still rubbing against my cock.
