School was over and I was celebrating late into the night down at Morris Park. I suppose I can thank the resiliency of youth that I was up for it, since I'd really tied one on not three nights earlier at a surprise party (for me!) for my eighteenth birthday. Ginny knew a way to hook into the electricity at the base of one of the streetlights that lit the park's pathways, so there were party lights and there was music. There was other stuff, too, of course: box wine, plenty of beer, and some of Humboldt County's finest herb.
With the end of the school term came the end of my daily training for the swim team. Of course, part of me didn't mind that at all. I like to compete, and I appreciate the discipline of training, but kicking back has its place, don't you know.
Anyway, there were about a dozen of us just lounging about, reminiscing, talking about plans. Maybe some of them would come true. At the time, it didn't seem to matter much.
Rachel was lying on the grass beside me, her head propped up on her hand. Before you know it, we're making out. Rachel has a full, pretty mouth and a gifted tongue, and I was getting into it. Soon I was lying on top of her, and we were dry-humping. She whispered to me about how she loved the way my cock felt inside her, and all I could do was agree about that. We'd fucked a handful of times, and I never had cause to regret any of them. I had plans for the next day, so when three o'clock rolled around, I made my exit. But not before I arranged to be in Rachel's bedroom two nights later. Her folks would be away, so we would have the entire night to get high and have sex.
I tiptoed when I got back home, not wanting to wake anyone. As I began up the stairs, I heard some muffled crying coming from the direction of the kitchen. I knew it was my mom, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to find out what the problem was. Actually, I already knew. I just didn't want to be pulled down into her distress when everything was going right for me. But, in any case, I walked toward the kitchen.
She heard me coming and she looked up.
"Conner. It's you." she said, wiping tears away with her hand.
"What is it, Mom?" I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder, though I knew pretty damn well what was wrong.
"Your father... he... he says I disgust him!" Mom blurted out, then fell to crying. I could feel rage rising in me. I felt murderous.
"He's wrong to say that, Mom." I said. "Who knows why he gets disgusted, the twisted fuck."
"He's your father, Conner."
"Right. And Sal Morrisey is my car mechanic. Dad got lucky when he met you, and you got a raw deal. Case closed."
"Nothing is that simple, Conner." Mom said, drying her eyes.
I looked closely at my mother in her distress, wondering how a kind and beautiful woman could be so disrespected.
"Leave him." I said, though I knew it was unlikely that she would.
"Where would I go? This is my home as much as it's his. Jesus, he's just wearing me down." she moaned as her head slowly fell into her hands.
"You don't have to go anywhere, Mom." I said, feeling a righteous anger building in me. That fat fuck, I thought. I was not going to let my mother, who had given me so much, be run over by that loser.
"Let me take care of this." I said, not quite sure what I could do, but determined to draw a line. My mom wasn't going to be a prisoner in her own home.
"Conner, don't do anything you might regret." Mom said, looking up to me, her eyes red from crying. I stood beside her and drew her to me.
"Don't worry, Mom. Just don't worry."
"He hasn't touched me in months. I guess I'm not much of a wife." she said, crying into my shirt.
I hunched down so that we were face to face.
"Mom, you are a very beautiful and desirable woman. You're hot! Don't forget that, okay?" I said, stroking the side of her face.
And I wasn't just being nice. Mom is a real looker. She takes care of herself, but she was blessed with good looks (and a rad body!). I was proud of the way she looked, and I could see my friends were impressed with her, too. I would sometimes notice them checking her out. I got a tissue from the table and patted the tears from her face. Then I did something that kind of surprised both of us. I kissed her softly on the mouth.
"Conner! Please!" she cried. "You mustn't. Oh, this is all so confusing."
I took both of her hands and drew her up to stand before me.
"Sorry, Mom, but I just couldn't help it. You're so damn pretty." I said, taking her into my arms. I could feel her relax and soften against my body, and I could feel my cock shifting about in my pants.
I kissed her on the forehead, then whispered in her ear.
"You're foxy, Mom. you deserve something more than what he's got."
My hands were at the small of her back, and I pulled her close so that my awakening loins were pressed up against her crotch. I could feel a warmth spreading from her there.
We just stood there for awhile, rocking gently. Then this action became more of a mild thrusting and I thought: Jeez! I'm getting it on with my mom!!
Mom kissed me on the cheek and began to slowly pull away.
"You're such a good son, sweetie, but I don't think this is right."
I kissed her on the mouth again, and this time we kissed for awhile. I slipped my tongue between her lips, then sucked her sweet, soft,lower lip into my mouth. Shit. We were making out!
"Conner," Mom said breathlessly, "Please."
But her protest seemed half-hearted and I was not about to stop. I slid the straps of her dress from her shoulders and unzipped her in the back. The dress fell and bunched up at her waist. I could feel and smell the warmth emanating from her bosom. I spontaneously let my face rest against her breasts, and I made quick work of undoing her brassiere. This, too, fell away, and her full, perky tits presented themselves. I held each one softly in my hands, stroking them and watching the brown nipples become taut and firm.
"Come to my room." I said. "I've never wanted to fuck someone so bad before, Mom. I want you to know how turned on you can make a man. What do you think? I know it's more than a little strange, but..."
Suddenly, mom pulled my shirttails out from my pants and ran her hands up my back. Damn! She was getting me so hot!
"Come on, sexy girl." I whispered, and Mom sort of giggled nervously. She replaced the straps of her dress and, taking my hand, she began to lead me to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. I couldn't help looking at her gorgeous ass as she preceded me. I reached out and grabbed one juicy butt cheek, and Mom gave a small, delighted cry. I could see she was getting into it.
"Don't be so fresh, young man!" she playfully admonished. Then she whirled and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"What if he wakes up?" she said worriedly.
"After all he drinks in an evening? Not likely." I said, contempt clear in my voice. I reached out and put my arms around her waist from behind.
"I'll bet you could even scream if you wanted to." I whispered.
Mom blushed a bit and hushed me, and we made our way to my bedroom. Once inside, I thought I would set the tone by undressing. As Mom watched from where she sat at the edge of the bed, I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it onto a chair. My room was disheveled, the bed not made. Mom leaned back, propped by her hands, and watched. I felt that I was giving a show, and I began to do a striptease to cheer her up. I pulled off my socks and tossed them into her lap. We were having fun, and I was pleased to see her smiling.
Next came my jeans. I undid my belt with the Nirvana buckle, then unfastened the top button.
"I need a little help," I said. "I always ask my bedmate to pull down my zipper. Sort of for good luck."
I approached Mom, moving slowly. When my zipper was in easy reach, I watched as Mom's slender fingers bent to the task. By this time, I was packing a first-class hard-on, and I was excited to see how Mom would respond to it. I have to admit that by this time I was a bit nervous. Mom took her time with the zipper. I could almost hear the click of each tooth as it descended. When she was done, what had been cooped up in my pants eased forward, and my erection was clear beneath my briefs. To my surprise (and delight!) Mom leaned forward and planted a kiss on my penis through the cloth. I drew her head closer, and she rested her face in the space between the zipper. Thinking that my disrobing first would put Mom more at ease, I proceeded to let my jeans fall to my ankles, and I stepped out of them. I kicked the pants across the floor and turned to Mom.
She was eyeing the bulge in my shorts.
"Dear me, Conner. I didn't realize you were so, how do they say...endowed? Is that the right word?"
"That's one word." I said, feeling a bit proud of my package. "You could also say "hung".
"Hung. Yes, I've heard that term, too. Well, it's BIG, in any case! My goodness!"
"Would you like to see it? " I said playfully taunting her and flexing my cock so that Mom could see it move. She ran a finger down its length, and I moaned.
" I think that's a capital idea, Conner." Mom said. "As your mother, I'd like to see how it is you attract the girls the way you do."
With that, I pulled the waistband of my briefs out and slowly down. At first, my pubic thatch came into view. Mom's eyes were fixed on my groin with concentration and wonder. I inched them down further, exposing more of the shaft as I did. Soon the helmet would come into view. When it did, the cock came free of its constraints and bobbed energetically inches from my Mom's face.
"It's beautiful, Conner." Mom said, looking into my eyes. " I can see why you're so popular!"
"You can touch it if you like, Mom. I mean, you can do whatever you like with it. Play with it! Come on, let yourself go."
I took her hand and guided it to my shaft. The feel of her fingers wrapping around my cock was exquisite, and I grew harder and more full by the second. I stepped out of my underwear, hooked them on my foot, and lifted them into Mom's lap. Mom immediately brought them to her face. She breathed in their odor, then began folding them. I took them from her and draped them on the lampshade.
"Anything goes in here, Mom. But leave your ideas of order and decorum at the door. Okay? We're here to have fun."
It felt strange to be telling my Mom what to do, but somehow it seemed appropriate. This was my bedroom. My realm.
I began to undress Mom. She stood before me, her eyes on my cock, which was at full attention. The dress slipped to the floor. I picked it up and draped it over my erection.
"Your clothes hook, M'lady." I said, jerking the dress up and down. Mom giggled. I took the dress and threw it into a corner.
