The Long Game

It's been a while, so go easy on me. No names, no drama. Just a lengthy set of snapshots of a mother and son's coming together. Hope you enjoy...

The Long Game

*

The taxi pulled up in the driveway of my childhood home, and as I paid the driver, we were both distracted by my mother emerging from the darkness of the house, stepping into the bright light of the Phoenix sunshine upon the front porch.

She was quick to shield her eyes from the glare but slower to remedy the effects of the wind coming in off the desert as it blew her yellow sundress, lifting it up her thighs to reveal an extended flash of skimpy white panty.

'Your wife?' the driver questioned in a thick Slavic accent; his eyes loathe to abandon the unexpectedly attractive sight.

'My mother,' I corrected him, and he shrugged as I handed over the cash for the fare.

'Either way, you very lucky man,' he surprisingly reflected, and I exited the cab, the trunk opening behind me as I informed him to keep the change.

'What are you...' Mom made her way down the stairs from the porch as I pulled my case from the rear of the taxi, tapping on the lid of the trunk after closing to farewell the driver. Mom's eyes momentarily followed the car as it departed before once more concentrating on me. 'You didn't... what are you doing here!?' she shrugged as she shook her head, still shading her face from the blinding sun, its heat already drawing sweat to my back.

'What!? I can't just come and visit my mother?' I laughed as she neared and I welcomed her embrace when it came, her soft body pleasantly pressing into me, my right hand meeting the cold bare skin of her lower back, such was the design of her dress. 'I wasn't going to miss your anniversary,' I pulled back, and she looked up into my eyes.

'You remembered!' she looked genuinely surprised, and a smile came to my lips.

'Well, my phone remembered,' I admitted, and she laughed. 'I was planning on flying in next week for my birthday, anyway. Thought I'd change plans and come by earlier.'

'And you can stay till then?' Mom looked hopeful and I rewarded her enthusiasm.

'If you'll have me,' I grinned, and she slapped my chest as we separated.

'Oh goodness, you can stay as long as you like!' she laughed. 'You know, I somehow must have known you were coming,' she divulged as we walked toward the house.

'Oh yeah?'

'I was just making your favorite meal,' she revealed.

*

The aroma of the lasagna filled the welcome cool of the house, dark with all the drapes closed to protect from the summer heat.

'Funny,' Mom reflected.

'Oh?' I left my case in the hallway and followed her into the kitchen, loosening my tie as I absently ran my eyes up her legs and bare back. I noticed she may have put on a few pounds in the nearly four months since my last visit but the male in me noted they seemed to have settled in all the right places, her ass swaying agreeably as she walked.

'Well, I saw "her" the other day,' she cryptically alluded and I understood to whom she referred, namely my ex-wife. 'Synchronicity I guess,' she giggled dismissively.

'Where?' I inquired.

'Oh, just at the mall. We didn't speak or anything,' Mom explained, moving to the fridge and removing a jug of water. When she finally turned, she noted my tie, now loose, the top buttons of my shirt open. 'That must feel better. Water?' she asked, and I nodded my approval as I rolled up my sleeves. 'In fact, she did her best to pretend she hadn't seen me. To be expected I suppose,' Mom suggested, and I watched intently as she reached to a high shelf for glasses, her dress riding up the rear of her thighs as she rose onto her toes.

It had been my job that ultimately contributed to the end of my marriage. Constant travel had seen us drift apart emotionally, and literally, I suppose. It was understandable. What wasn't, was her decision to seek the arms of another in my absence. Mom being the one to catch her in the act, also at the mall I hasten to add. It led to the eventual divorce and me skipping town and the state altogether, finding a rental in L.A. where I'd based myself ever since. My life having moved on, news of "her" didn't affect me in the slightest.

Mom noted my lack of enthusiasm in the topic and changed it, marginally.

'So, are you seeing anyone?' She approached the table where I'd seated and leaned forward to place my glass of water in front of me. Her dress plunged at the neckline, and I found myself self-consciously lifting my eyes from the ample cleavage on open display, the curves and smooth creamy white skin of her braless breasts, seemingly begging for attention.

I hadn't always been like this. I guess you don't know what you're into until you're into it, I remember someone saying, and I was a prime example. It had been a few years earlier when casually scrolling through a porn site and coming upon a certain adult star. Her name isn't important, but what was, was her uncanny resemblance to my mother.

Now I don't know what came first; my attraction to the porn star because she looked like Mom, or my attraction to Mom, because she looked like the porn star. It was a chicken and egg situation, I guess. Either way, the fact the actress specialized in taboo themes didn't help with the circumstance. Ever since, (with assistance from the porn) I allowed my fantasies to run riot, imagining any number of incestuous scenarios between my mother and I, ultimately conscious in the understanding they'd always remain just that... fantasy.

'Seriously? I'm here five minutes and you're already asking me about my love life,' I chuckled.

'Just, it's been a while since you've had a girlfriend hasn't it!'

'Hey, I have a new girlfriend every week!' I took a long drink of the water to obscure the smirk and Mom rolled her eyes, smiling in response. 'And didn't you ask me the same questions about a week ago when we last talked!?' I openly grinned and Mom waved her hand at me dismissively before looking at my half-empty glass.

'Fancy something stronger?' she nodded toward my water. 'Beer?' she raised her eyebrows as she offered, and I enthusiastically agreed.

'That reminds me,' I rose from the table. 'I've got something for you,' I divulged as I made my way back to my case, hearing the satisfying sound of Mom opening two bottles as I took the gift from where I'd safely stowed it away. 'Happy anniversary,' I beamed as I returned, holding out the bottle of Krug Grand Cuvee Champagne.

'Honey!' Mom rose and walked a few paces toward me, accepting the bottle. I wasn't surprised when I saw the tears well in her eyes, but it hit me harder than I expected.

The next day would've been my mother and stepfather's tenth wedding anniversary. The only father figure I'd ever known, he came into my life when I was five and I couldn't have asked for a better role model in life. He and Mom finally got around to marrying when I was sixteen and I was proud to stand beside him as his best man at the wedding. The Krug was the champagne they'd served on the night, and it was also my first taste of alcohol, Mom allowing it for the occasion.

Six years later, in the same year my marriage dissolved, my stepfather was taken by covid.

A previously undiagnosed lung condition saw him pass in less than a week post-contracting the virus, and though I stayed with Mom for a few weeks after, I still had regrets I wasn't closer to home during her mourning.

'Can we open it tomorrow?' Mom unnecessarily questioned and I smiled sympathetically as she wiped away a tear when it began to run down her cheek.

'I was hoping so!' I laughed. 'For memory, it was a pretty good drop.'

'Goodness,' she brightened as I watched her reading the label, clearly reminiscing. 'Ten years,' she breathed. 'Feels like only yesterday. Maybe we'll look at the photos?' she looked up at me for a response and I nodded encouragingly as a crack of thunder broke the quiet of the afternoon.

Both of us jumped at the sudden intrusion, the clap followed by the clear slow patter of rain upon the roof.

'Was that expected?' I frowned at her; the heat outside having not suggested a change.

'My phone said there was a chance,' Mom placed the bottle in the fridge and unexpectedly took my hand as she moved back through the kitchen. 'Let's see.'

*

Still only large, scattered raindrops, I watched Mom leave the back porch and walk out onto the lawned yard, the grass in need of a mow, I made a mental note to take care of it the next day. Barefoot she strode into the approaching weather and surprisingly lifted her hands out to her sides as the rain began to increase.

'What are you doing?' I laughed as she raised her face to the darkening sky.

'Honey, it's been in the high 90s for a week. Where'd you fly in from?' She inquired as she allowed the rain to spot her face, patches appearing on her dress.

'Seattle,' I admitted, the temperature having been only 70 when I left and she scoffed at the fact.

'Exactly. Well, I'll take it when I can get it,' she giggled as the rain increased, another clap of thunder an exclamation on her words.

'You're mad,' I laughed as I leaned against a post, admittedly enjoying the drop in temperature the storm had brought, enjoying more so the show Mom was putting on, her dress beginning to cling further to her body as it dampened, the thin cotton revealing the shadow of her nipples, the line of her recently witnessed panties.

'Ugh, it's just such a relief,' she moved her hands to her face and wiped the water from her eyes and skin, running fingers through her now saturated hair before looking towards me. 'We should've listened to you when you were a kid and got a pool!' she shouted over the weather.

'Oh finally!' I grinned, allowing my eyes to take in her body as she slowly moved to get out of the now torrential downpour. An enticing lump of pussy pressed against her wet clothing, her skin glimmering as light reflected off her. And at her chest; proudly poking nipples, clearly visible through the now semitransparent material.

'Yes! You were right, Mister!' She moved under the protection of the porch, leaving a puddle beneath her now dirty feet. 'Maybe I'll think about it now that I have the money,' she mused, wiping the water from her arms. 'Might bring you back home more often,' she looked at me hopefully and I gave her the answer she sought.

'Definitely!' I enthusiastically concurred. Admittedly, the thought of her in a swimsuit was far more enticing than the pool itself. I looked down at her feet, flecked with grass. 'You want me to hose you off?' I offered not altruistically, again my mind racing with thoughts of kneeling at her feet, looking up into her delicious mound of Venus.

'Oh, no,' she waved me away. 'I'll just go take a shower, leave you to unpack,' she suggested and once more I allowed my mind to wander, imagining her under the flow, naked now, touching herself. I was surprised when my cock twitched at the thought, dangerously so being still under her gaze, and I forced myself to think of something else.

'Yeah, I have some work stuff to take care of so...' I was the first to move to the back door, holding it open for Mom to enter. I thought of offering to lift her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom (so much for thinking of something else) but thought better of voicing the suggestion when she stopped and pressed a hand to my chest.

'I'm glad you're here,' she looked into my eyes and her smile was genuine, her beauty showing through despite the running mascara, hair pasted to her head.

'So am I,' I agreed, and we entered the house.

*

I moved my case to my old room, now a guest bedroom that thankfully had no resemblance to my childhood. Taking my laptop and power cable, I left and made my way back down the still-dark hallway with the accompanying soundtrack of the storm overhead.

The light was on in the bathroom and with the door slightly ajar, I felt it safe to glance within as I passed, only to be confronted with an expanse of flesh, more so than I'd ever seen of my mother. The side of her naked body, from toe to turned head, stood within reaching distance, and with my presence entirely unnoticed, I slowed my pace to take in the spectacle. No hint of a tan line on her perfect white skin, I relished the unexpected display of nudity, limited as it was, taking in the shape of her buttocks, the curve of her spine, before, not to tempt fate any longer, continued my journey back toward the kitchen, the bathroom door closing just as I departed.

I stood for a moment in the middle of the room as I ran the image back in my head. Now seared into memory, I encouraged my erection as I pictured her. So easily I could've entered. Held her naked body to mine as I confessed my lust. And how would that have gone? I immediately asked myself, bringing a dose of reality down hard on the whole scene. Slumping onto a chair, I treated myself to a rub of my hardening cock as I understood the futility of my adoration. It's just fantasy dude, I told myself. Just keep it to yourself.

I took a long draught of the welcome beer as I set to checking emails, the sound of the rain diminishing overhead, replaced with that of the shower. Again, my mind imagining Mom naked, soaping her breasts, a hand possibly slipping between her upper thighs before I forced myself to concentrate on work at hand.

It was only minutes later that I heard the soft pad of footsteps and Mom returned from the bathroom, unexpectedly dressed in merely a towel.

'Forgot about my beer!' She chuckled as she paused by the table to take a sip, moving a step closer toward me to peek at the screen of my laptop. 'You're not going to be working while you're here, are you?'

Her hair seemingly toweled dry; she'd merely combed it back without fuss. But it was her attire that had my heart racing. The orange towel was wrapped around her torso, tightly so that her breasts were pushed up and accentuated like a corset. The length dropping just below her hips creating the shortest of miniskirts, I was more than aware there was so very little between me and her (most likely) panty-less pussy.

I looked at the time on my laptop and smiled up at her.

'Actually, I'm now officially on vacation,' I raised my beer and Mom was quick to tap it with her own.

'Wonderful,' she giggled before taking another longer draught. 'So... think it's too early for me to get into my PJS?' She placed the bottle on the table and adjusted the tuck of the towel at her breasts. Had it been about to fall loose I wondered? My cock twitching at the prospect. 'I'll admit, I'm usually in them around about now,' she laughed.

'It's after four,' I shrugged. 'Don't let me stop you,' I permitted. 'Just do whatever you normally do!'

'You can't say that,' she again laughed. 'I nearly forgot to close the bathroom door just now! The last thing you want is to see your mother naked!' she giggled as she walked past me, squeezing my shoulder as she went.

'Oh... yeah,' I concurred, lifting my free hand to jokingly cover my eyes but I wasn't sure she noticed the action. Immediately after she'd passed, I spun in my chair to see her go and was rewarded with her towel clinging to her buttocks, the curve of each, peeking below the makeshift hem. My cock completed its journey to a full-blown erection, and I was suddenly placed in a dilemma.

Was it a mistake to be there? Already after merely an hour, I was struggling to control my desire. If she happened to notice, how would I ever look her in the face again? Something like that could irrevocably ruin our relationship. Therefore, then and there I committed to reel my obsession in. At night, in my room, have at it, I thought. But in her presence. No more. Enough was enough!

*

Again, my resolve lasted mere minutes.

I was replying to a friend's text when Mom returned from her bedroom to the living room. I don't know what I'd pictured were to be her "PJS", but it hadn't been this! A lavender nightie, the cotton hugged her body hermetically, lace cups housing her braless breasts and doing nothing to hide the pink allure of her nipples.

'You should have a shower,' she mentioned in passing as she re-entered the kitchen. 'Get out of your work clothes now you're "officially" on vacation. You'll feel so much better.'

'Yeah, might do,' I rose from the couch and joined her in the kitchen, leaving my phone beside my laptop. Up close, and under the glare of the kitchen light, the transparency of her nightie was more dramatic, and I made an effort to keep my eyes up as she finished the last of her beer and placed the empty beside the sink.

'What do you say I start reheating the lasagna? It'll be ready by the time you finish,' she reasoned. 'Aren't you desperate to get out of that monkey suit?' She laughed as she found her way before me, reaching up to take hold of my loose tie. I allowed her to release the knot, goosebumps raising on my skin as she slid it from around my neck and slung it around her own.

'Alright, I'm going,' I laughed. 'Before you start trying to undress me fully!' I joked and felt my face begin to blush and my cock, twitch. Hoping she didn't notice either as I hurriedly turned to head toward the bathroom.

'There are fresh towels in there, Honey,' she called as I dropped by my bedroom for my toiletries and I thanked her as I, unlike her, closed the bathroom door behind me.

*

I'd seen and read this plotline before!

Immediately I entered the room, I noticed the clothing left over the edge of the tub. Her damp dress, but more importantly, the white panties the taxi driver and I had seen when we arrived. I made a point of locking the door behind me before I placed my items on the vanity. How could she have forgotten these? I asked myself as I noted the exact position the panties lay upon the dress, knowing full well I wouldn't be able to resist picking them up.

In preparation for what I knew was to come, I quickly disrobed, my cock again twitching as it rose to its full engorged size. This was a good thing; I told myself as I reached out and lifted my mother's satin panties from where they lay. So early into my visit, I figured this temptation would either rid me of my obsession, (I'd be disgusted by the reality of the fetish and lose all unnatural attraction to my mother) or most likely, relieve the pent-up frustration, a quick masturbation and subsequent orgasm to lessen, possibly remove my absurd desire once and for all.

Like a common pervert, I opened the soft folds of material to examine the gusset, an expected discoloration that in spite of some of my earlier rumination, had my cock pulsing with excitement. Much of the fabric still damp from the rain, I ran my thumb over the area that was so recently pressed to my mother's pussy and felt my head swim as I connected with the wetter region.

'Jesus,' I sighed as for the first time in my life I felt the dampness of my mom's juices, immediately lifting the panties to my nose to inhale her scent. 'Oh, fuck this,' I whispered as I took my cock in hand and jerked, looking at the ridiculous scene in the mirror as I had myself ejaculating into the sink in a matter of seconds. Glorious spurt after spurt of incestuous load streaking the white stone, as my lungs filled with the intimacy of my mother's sickly-sweet fragrance. My cock stayed hard as I drew her underwear from my face, kissing the gusset in a notion of thanks for the gift my mother had left me before carefully placing them back on the dress precisely where I'd found them.

I cleaned the sink and took my shower, all the while remaining hard as I glanced toward her panties. The notion I'd be disgusted now laughable. Furthermore, just by jerking off I'd remedy my taboo fixation and get over the desire, equally absurd. I was now more obsessed than ever. I mean, why would the gusset have been so wet? I allowed myself to contemplate.