I didn't meet my Mother until I was fourteen. She had an early failed marriage and had me at 20. When that fell apart she very nearly gave me up for adoption, or so my grandparents told me. They took me in and she took off to "do her own thing." My grandparents -her parents- raised me and though they warned me against her, I always had a deep longing to meet her. Mothers and Sons, right?
When I finally did I was beyond disappointed, to say the least. She came back into my life as I was entering high school. I had all these assumptions and ideas about who she was and how she might be but once I met her all those were thrown out the window.
I guess after her failed early marriage, she spent the rest of her twenties being a party animal. She was a model for awhile, then went into real estate after her party years were done. She married again to some real estate mogul and only stayed long enough to cleave some of that guys' money for herself too. She was haughty, spoiled and anything but motherly. She drank too much and flirted with any and every man she could and was generally really self-centered.
I don't know why she took me back when she did. I was 14 and she was 34 and going through a second divorce. She seemed like she wanted to make up for lost time, maybe she really did. When she said she wanted me back in her life, I thought maybe she would move back in with us, or maybe move into a house here upstate but no, she moved me into her penthouse in the city. I got pulled away from all my friends at school and put into a private high school where I didn't fit in and got bullied. I was pretty ok at school before but here I got drowned out. My grades weren't too good, I didn't fit in with the rich kids. I barely graduated and I did so without friends or lasting connections.
Now I am 18 and applying to colleges and was getting rejected even though the private school I went to was well regarded.
"Another rejection..." It wasn't so much a question as a a statement of disgust. She was standing in the kitchen looking at the opened letter in the island counter. I was just coming out of my room. She had just come back from the gym and was wearing some gym tights, a matching green set of leggings and sports bra. At some point in her twenties she'd gotten breast implants and took every chance to flaunt them.
Despite her foul attitude, she could be intoxicating to be around. I tried to convince myself it was just the kind of love a son had for his mother but these constant erections and stolen glances said otherwise. Her big, fake tits stretched any top she wore, her long, feathered hair was faintly perfumed with lavender and her ass just couldn't help but bounce. Though rare, when she did smile it could light up a room, bring a flutter to the hearts of men. If she wasn't being judgmental she could be sassy and fun. Sometimes we got along, we had fun times. But now? Anything I did could set her off.
I tried to ignore her and made my way to the fridge.
"You'd think even some pedestrian state school would take you!" She threw the letter in the trash. "All those years and all that money and for what?" It was around noon, just in time for her ritual bitching about my prospects.
"Maybe I'll look for a job and just work." I finally said pouring my cereal, knowing she wouldn't let me.
"No son of mine should be flipping burgers! We're better than that... although the way things are going, you might not be good for much else. But maybe flipping burgers is too advanced for you just now, maybe something simpler, like scrubbing toilets..."
She took a sip of her protein shake, waiting to see my response. I just ate my cereal and waited her to wrap up so I could go back to minding my own business. I usually just stayed in my room most days. She really didn't have any motherly instincts in her at all.
"Speaking of toilets, remember to get all your chores finished by Sunday" She was looking at her phone now, probably texting that new boy toy she's been playing with. He was only a few years older than me. "Or else no allowance."
"Mhhm," I answered with a mouthful. I ignored her again and she gave up and went to shower. It's been like this for nearly a year, since I graduated.
She went to shower and I just wasted away the afternoon, playing games or watching tv or just messing around online. Eventually she barged into my room to tell me she was going out, like she did every Friday night. She was wearing a tight skirt that stopped mid thigh and a thin yellow top that was low cut and hung off her shoulders. Her tits were spilling out over the top and left one wondering how they could even stay in place. While she did try to maintain her shape with regular exercise, there are somethings you prevent age from affecting. Her curves had a sag to them that gave her a softness, especially in her tits. Fake as they were, they now had some natural fat and jiggle to them. When she dressed like this I knew she would only be going out for a few drinks before going over to her boyfriends for a weekend full of sex.
I'd been reading in bed and was now nurturing a half-chub from staring at her outfit. "You listening to me?" She asked irritated. "I'm going out. Get your chores done..." She looked around my messy room. "I'd tell you to go out yourself, maybe try to get laid but... well we both know you won't." Couldn't help but get one last jab in there.
"Sure." I said and turned back to my book. She waited a second before saying bye and leaving.
It was true, I didn't have much luck with girls. But then again, I didn't put much effort into making friends these days at all. I've been depressed. I thought maybe going to college would allow me a fresh start but that didn't seem like it was in the cards now. My new hope was getting a job and getting some of my own money, maybe saving enough to move out. That was my plan. We were not getting on now but I thought maybe if we lived apart we'd have a better chance of having some kind of normal mother/son relationship. Maybe, I thought.
But, on the other hand, maybe we couldn't. Maybe we met too late in life. She never developed a sense of motherhood and I could never shake my sexual obsession with her. While I never had any fantasy of actually getting to fuck her like one of her boy toys, I did start jerking off to her. After I was sure she left I took out my secret weed pen, took some hits and fished out some boner pills I ordered with her credit card, and took one. Then I went to to her room. My ritual started out like so many other nights. I hit the pen, letting the sweet tingling numbness crawl over me and opened her drawers. I found a nice lacy thong of hers and inhaled it deeply. I pulled out a bra and began to peel off my clothes.
I laid out naked on her bed, which faintly smelled of lavender, like her hair. I dug the lube from out of her nightstand and began to jerk off with it and the thong while draping the bra over my face like a mask. The weed was in bloom now, poking all kinds of holes in my head that I could fill with the sweetest sensations. Though I never had much luck with girls, I was pretty well endowed. I never measured it for sure but I figure, fully erect, my cock is just about 9 inches in length. After I was lubed up properly I began to wrap the thong around my cock until it was tight enough to use as a sleeve. Knowing she wasn't home allowed to me to be free with my moans. I didn't care if the neighbors heard.
"YOU SICK BOY!" I heard a yell from the doorway. I knew who it was her before I saw her but was still confused when I sat up. The giant red cups of the bra fell from my eyes and there was in all her fury, still in that hot outfit she left in, hands on hips, face wide with shock and disbelief. My mind was a jumble, how long had it been? Sometimes I lose track of time... but she's not supposed to be here now!
"Mommy?" I said. I never used that word before but some childlike fear sprang up in me. I realized I hadn't stopped stroking.
"You sick pervert!" She swung her purse at me, smacking me in the head a few times before I swatted it away and it fell from her hand. She yanked her bra away from the bed. "I can't believe it! Jerking off in my bed! Like some sicko! You porn addicted troglodyte!!"
I was so high, I kinda found the whole thing funny until she tried to take back her thong, which, if you'll remember, is still tightly wrapped around my erect cock.
