The Grand Strategy

The next two weeks raced by, without any chance for me to visit Mom again. We stayed in regular texting contact, though, and she understood the pressure I was under. At last the semester ended and, to my great surprise and joy I had finished in the top ten of the class. Me, in the top ten. I guess you can say I had been inspired to achieve, and you would be right. I had studied frantically so I could have free time on the weekends, and I was driven to excel so I could please Mom. Suddenly, pleasing Mom was in the forefront of every thing I did.

I called the other Moms, Carol, Bridget, Aunt Ellie, and Mary, and explained that I was finally free. Aunt Ellie said Robbie would be coming home soon, and hoped I would understand if she wanted to save herself for him. Carol was excited, and said we should stay in touch and she would call me when the first opportunity arose for us to be together. Bridgett said the risk was too great, and she was afraid to do anything at the moment. Mary had a wistful tone when I talked with her. Roger had called recently and seemed a bit warmer. Clearly, Mary's mind was on something other than me at the moment.

For my part, and I hate to admit this because I had pursued each of them relentlessly, I was relieved. My entire focus at the moment was on Mom, and the thought of being with any woman other than her was not appealing to me at all. Besides, as I've said before, time was my greatest asset. I might, and I was making no commitments to myself, I might want them in the future. We remained on good terms - each of them and me - so there were always possibilities if they decided that's what they wanted..

The first weekend after the semester ended, I showed up at home in the early afternoon. Mom knew I was coming, of course, from our texts. When I got there, by luck, Dad had just run out to the grocery for something Mom needed for supper. She met me at the back door, a vision of beauty. She had on a summer-looking casual dress. Mom rarely wore dresses, and this one looked great on her. The top was cut kind of low across her breasts, and just enough of the top of her breasts showed to make them a mouth-watering sight. Her legs - Mom's legs - were great. Oh, they weren't the shapely things that you might see on a svelte fashion model. They were solid, with slightly thick calves, and I loved them. Mom used to be a runner, and it still showed in her muscular legs.

When she told me Dad was at the store and would be right back, I didn't hesitate to take her in my arms and kiss her. She responded as passionately as she ever had, giving little "mmmm" sounds as we kissed. I held her face, then moved my hands down to her solid ass. Scooting the back of her dress up until it was bunched at her waist, her ass was mine. I slid my hands inside her panties, and held that beautiful butt of hers - the butt that had caused erections for me since I had reached puberty. That was the first time I had my hands on her naked ass, and I loved it. She kissed me passionately, and all the while I was massaging and kneading the globes of her ass. I slid my right hand across her butt until my fingers were at her crack, and slowly moved my fingers down until my forefinger was pressing against her little brown bud.

She gasped in my mouth, and pulled her head back to look in my eyes. I moved my hand from her crack, and returned it to grasp the left side of her butt. She had a half smile on her face. "My goodness, Bill. I may not be able to keep up with you." She then kissed me again, with her dress pushed up to her waist and my hands on her ass. I tell you, life could not be better than it was at that moment. I started to move my hand from her ass around to the front to cup her pussy, and she stopped it with a firm grasp of her left hand.

"Uh, huh, Big Boy. Some things are going to have to just wait. Don't you think?" With that, she took her right hand from around my neck, reached down, and grasped my dick through my pants. She said in her teasing voice, "You don't mind waiting for something you really want, do you?"

I laughed. "I've been waiting my whole life for the thing I really want. I guess I can wait a little more," and she laughed with me. She said, "You might be surprised."

We straightened her dress, I adjusted my dick, and we went into the kitchen. Shortly after that, Dad got home and brought the grocery bags in. This time, Dad didn't go to the den to watch a game, but stayed in the kitchen as we all scurried around to start cooking dinner. When we became more of a hindrance than a help to the meal prep, Dad and I got beers from the refrigerator and went to the den.

I started telling Dad about the end of the semester, and he held up his hand to stop me. "Save it for dinner. Your Mom is going to want to hear this. She's been very concerned about whether you might have been distracted in your studies, although I don't know why. You did finish the year okay, didn't you?"

"Better than okay, Dad. I'll tell you at dinner."

Dinner was joyous. I told them how I had finished so high in the class, and they both were elated. Mom jumped up, hugged me, and kissed me on the top of my head. "I knew you had it in you, Bill," she exclaimed, and continued, "I think our boy needs a special reward for that. What would you really like, Bill?" She looked at me, with a knowing smile on her face.

Hell. She knew what I really wanted. My hands were all over her ass earlier in the afternoon. "Oh, nothing. I have everything I've ever wanted. Just having you two is the best reward I could want."

Mom smiled, an enigmatic smile, and Dad laughed. "You schmoozer," he said. "You're going to go far in the legal profession," and we all laughed. I knew that Mom and I were laughing for a different reason, because I knew she was thinking the same thing as I. I was going to get my special reward. I just didn't know when. Didn't matter. The wait was delicious.

Out of the blue, Dad informed me that he had to leave Monday morning for a month-long business trip. He apologized because he would lose some of our summer together, and I assured him it was okay. We'd have enough time when he got back. "Your Mom is going to be lonely while I'm away, you know. I hope you'll visit more often than usual."

"Oh, I will, Dad. I'll keep her out of trouble," I said, and Mom laughed.

"Bill, you've always been the center of trouble, you and that gang of yours," she said, laughing.

After dinner was over, I helped Mom clear the table and stayed in the kitchen with her to load the dishwasher. Glancing into the den to make sure Dad was deep into the nightly news, I hugged her from behind, rubbing my dick on her ass. "You knew, didn't you? You knew, and didn't say a word to me."

She turned and, taking my face in her hands, gave me a quick kiss. "I just wanted to see the look on your face when he told you. It was priceless. You handled it very well, though."

Mom and I opened a bottle of wine and took it and three glasses into the den. After pouring the wine, Dad raised a glass and toasted my success. I responded, toasting with the hope of his success on this trip, and safe travels. Mom giggled, saying, "Now what am I going to toast?" She paused, holding her glass up. "I know. I'll toast to a whole month, being able to spoil my baby."

Mom and I sat together on the couch again, while we all watched television. We had the blanket over our laps, and my right hand was on her thigh, under her dress. Once I tried to inch it up to her pussy, and she clamped down to freeze my hand with her legs. "Ssssh," she whispered to me. "Don't mess it up with unnecessary risks," and then she leaned over and kissed my cheek. Loud enough for Dad to hear, she said, "I'm so proud of my son. You have become a wonderful man."

"Yep," Dad responded as he half turned in his chair toward us, "He's become quite a man. We're both proud of you, Son."

Now maybe at that point I should have felt some guilt. I mean, after all, I had just tried to get my hand on Dad's wife's pussy. Maybe Mom should have felt some guilt, because just a few minutes before that, she had put her hand onto my hard dick. I didn't feel guilt, though, and from looking at Mom, she didn't, either. Mom and Dad clearly loved each other, and nobody wanted to change that. In no way did I want to take Mom from Dad. They were a couple. They always would be. But Mom and I had what every Mother and Son want. We had a love between us that was more special and stronger than it had ever been. When we were all together - her, Dad, and me - we were a close family. When it was just Mom and me, we were, well, lovers. What Dad and Mom had together, I could never come between. What Mom and I had together, Dad would never know.

Sitting there holding hands with her, I started to think. Mom was very good at this secret life stuff. Seeing her and me together, no one would ever suspect what was going on when we were alone. She was the perfect, upright Mom she had ever been. No. No one would ever suspect a thing. So. Had she done this before? Had Mom ever had a secret lover? I thought back in my mind, trying to remember if I had ever seen her give another man the secret glances she gave me. I couldn't come up with a single one. If she had ever strayed, I'm sure no one ever knew. And, I said to myself, it really didn't matter. If she had strayed before, if she had ever had her hand on another dick, it didn't matter. She was mine now, and I knew that would never change. I vowed to myself to never take a risk that could compromise her.

Mom cleared her throat. "Bill, now that you have some time off, I hope you'll find someone and start dating again. All work and no play, you know."

Where in the hell had that come from? "...start dating again?" Good God, I had my hands full trying to get in her pants and, once I was there, there wouldn't be anyone else for a long time. "I don't know, Mom. I really don't want to get involved with anyone else right now." I said, "...with anyone else" for her benefit. She knew who I wanted to be involved with. Oh, yes, she knew very well.

Dad turned to join the conversation. "Yep, Bill. You're going to have to get out there. Just the other night your Mom was kind of sad, wondering if you'd ever get married and give us grandchildren. She said she was afraid you were getting all distracted and wouldn't try to meet someone."

It hit me like a bolt of lightning. That was where the hell this had come from. Mom was afraid, she was really afraid, that I would get so focused on her that I would never cut the apron strings and get married. I looked at her, and she had a serious look on her face. She said, "Yes, Bill. No matter what goes on in your life, I want you to find someone special, get married, and have a good life." She said it so Dad could hear, but she was saying much more than simply the words to me. Under the blanket, she squeezed my hand to emphasize her words.

"Mom, don't worry," I said. I'm sure I'll find someone, sometime, and I'm sure you'll have your grandchildren running around. But even when I do, you know you'll always be my Number One Girl and we'll always have each other."

Dad gave a little cheer. "Well said, Bill," and Mom squeezed my hand again.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Honey. Exactly what I wanted to hear."

That night, when she walked me out, she went outside the door with me. The light was off, the night was pitch black, and we were totally alone. She came to me, kissed me deeply, and took my right hand in hers, pulling it around her to place it squarely on her ass. I needed no encouragement. That ass was mine.

"Bill, I meant what I said in there. I don't know where this is going with us, but the last thing I want to do is to screw up your life. You're not going to be a mama's boy the rest of your life. You're going to date and find someone. You and I will always have each other, and we'll always have this," and she kissed me deeply again. "Promise me."

I could only be honest. She had taught me that. "Mom, I'm sure I'll start dating at some time in the future. I'm sure I'll find someone. But I want you to know I meant what I said in there. You will always be my Number One. Even when I get married, I will want you like this." I squeezed her ass as I said it. "Now, you promise me that we'll always have each other. Otherwise, I can't promise you."

We had been whispering, our faces only inches apart. She hugged me, moved her mouth to my ear, lightly kissed it, and whispered, "Oh, my Bill. You'll have me forever like this, or as long as you want it."

I sighed in relief. "Then forever is as long as I'll want it."

She kissed my ear again, reached behind her to put her hand over my hand that was still clutching her butt, and then whispered, "Then come to see me Monday, Big Boy."