I pulled into my mother's driveway and parked the car. I didn't get right out. I had to collect my thoughts. She had sent me over to her best friend's house that morning. I was to do some job that would earn me extra money while I was home from college on Christmas break. It was only when I got to her friend's house did I realize the 'job' was to impregnate her. And as I understood it, my mom was the one who suggested this arrangement to begin with. I went through with it, leaving my mom's friend passed out and full of baby-making cum.
So how should I act towards my mom when I see her? Outraged and indignant? No, I certainly didn't feel that way. As I thought about it, it's a compliment to be seen as 'ideal breeding material'. And how outraged can one feel when the sex was so hot and satisfying. Still, it was in our relationship dynamic to give each other a hard time when due. It was always good natured and never for long. Maybe I'll complain about being her stud for hire, available to be pimped out to her friends. Then I'll let her off the hook and explain everything was fine.
Just as long as things weren't weird between us. I still had 2 weeks before going back to school. I wanted a calm, happy house during that time.
I stepped inside and announced I was home. I expected mom to come striding into the front room with a knowing smile. But she didn't. Our house was small enough that she should have heard me wherever she was. She would have at least called out to say she'd be right there. And her car was in the drive, so I knew she was home.
I walked back to the kitchen to find her staring out the window above the sink. I could tell right away she wasn't looking at anything specifically. She was just avoiding looking at me. The tracks of dried tears lined her cheeks. Next to her was a large glass with just a little bit of wine left in it. It was only a little past noon. She normally would never drink so early in the day. I knew right away I wouldn't be teasing her today. She was clearly having trouble with sending me to her friend's.
"Mom? What's going on? Why have you been crying?"
She lowered her head, glanced at me, then look at the floor. "Danny, I'm so, so sorry. I'm a terrible mother."
She started crying again as her words trailed off. I walked over and put my arms across her shoulder. I pulled her close. She turned into me, burying her face into my chest. Her whimpering turned into all out sobbing.
"Mom, listen.... It's fine. We did a good thing for Gloria. You're a great friend to her and a perfect mother to me. There is nothing to cry about here. I love you. I'm fine. She's fine. It's all good, ok? Stop crying."
She pulled herself together a bit. "No, Danny. It was wrong to send you over there for... that. A mother shouldn't offer her child up for, for breeding purposes. I don't care how much she paid you. "
Without thinking, I blurted out "She didn't pay me."
Her head shot up. With an angry, wild look, she demanded "She didn't pay you? That was the point of everything!"
"I know, mom. She was sleeping when I left. Besides, I guess I shouldn't get paid until she confirms she's pregnant."
"Oh, hell no!" she fumed. "Pregnant or not, you're getting paid. I'll see to that!"
She actually would have made a good pimp. When it came to getting me paid, she was not fooling around. I could see that. And that was not her personality. She was normally quiet and passive. But there was a fire in her right then that would have intimidated anybody. The good thing was, that anger took the place of her self-loathing. I preferred firecracker mom to weeping and wailing mom.
I pulled her back in for a long hug. It was only then that I caught a whiff of myself. Ugh, I smelled like sweat, pussy juice and semen. I needed a long, hot shower. I kissed my mom's cheek, pushed away and announced I was going to run upstairs and clean up. She gave me a faint smile and whispered an ok. As I was climbing up the stairs, the phone rang. I stopped and listed to my mother's side of the conversation. Her voice was cold and terse.
"Hello? .... Yes, he's back .... No, he's taking a shower right now. And by the way, why didn't you pay him? .... Yeah, well, I'm on my way over right now. You can pay me .... What?! Listen Gloria, you can forget THAT.... We'll talk when I get over there. Goodbye."
I softly scuttled up the stairs and into the bathroom. A couple minutes later, mom rapped lightly on the door.
"Honey, I'm going out for a bit. I'll see you later, ok? I love you."
"Ok mom. Love you too." I shouted as I turned on the shower's hot water. The call had been from her friend whom I spent the morning licking and fucking. I had no idea how that visit was going to go given my mother's current state of mind. I hoped Gloria appreciated my mother's feelings and wouldn't go into graphic detail about our encounter. But the Gloria I knew didn't have a filter when came to telling stories.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I didn't want to be there when mom got home. So, I called a buddy of mine and offered to pay for his ticket if he wanted to catch a movie in the next town over. He agreed. I wrote my mom a quick note explaining where I'd gone and advised she not bother waiting up.
I made up some lie about the seats being more comfortable when my buddy asked why we were driving so far away to see a movie. I just wanted to burn some time. By the time we got there, walked around the mall, got something to eat, saw the movie and drove back, it would be close to 11 pm. Hopefully, my mom would be in bed. The drama of the day would be past and we could all start fresh tomorrow.
I was just about perfect with my timing. It was 11 pm when I arrived back home. My mom's car was there but the lights were off, indicating she had gone to bed. I crept up to the bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I got to my room, I stripped off all my cloths and hopped under the covers. Mom and I were always respectful of each other's privacy. So I never gave sleeping naked a second thought. I had been doing it for years.
Just as I was drifting off, there was a tap-tap-tap at my door. Before I could answer, it was open. I could make out my mother standing in the doorway.
"Baby, before you go to sleep, can we talk?"
For a second, I considered faking like I was asleep. But a sense of duty as a man and a son prevented me.
"Sure mom. What's up?"
She sat at the foot of my bed. There was just enough ambient light for me to tell what she was wearing. It was one of my old tee shirts and a pair of panties. That's it. She was a petite woman. She watched her diet and enjoyed working out. Her breasts were a large B cup but looked bigger on her small frame. But her most arresting feature was her ass. The first time I saw her in yoga pants, I had to catch myself. It was amazing, as perfectly plump and feminine as could be imagined. But other than workout cloths, she never wore anything that highlighted it.
I never lusted after my mom. I was an observant, intelligent man who could see she was an attractive woman. Up until I began my affair with my college professor, I was always too focused on work and school to be obsessed with any woman, let alone my mom. But there was something in the air as she sat at the end of my bed. I was naked under the sheets, she was in a mere tee shirt and panties, there had been emotion, sexual drama and love wrestled with all day. Definitely something in the air.
She didn't say anything for a bit, then she placed her face in her hands and softly began weeping. I sat up and began slowly rubbing her back. I could feel the heat of her skin through the soft threadbare material. I could also feel the absence of a bra.
"Shhhh.. mom.... Please. There's no reason to cry. We talked about this."
"I know, baby. I'm not crying about what you think. I want to tell you something. But... I know you'll hate me for it."
