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I'm a plumber. I plumb.
I love to say that when people ask what I do which isn't that often so it doesn't get worn out saying it. I work for a plumbing company in Oklahoma City, where I live. Married, to Martha, no children yet, 26 years old. I was born in Muskogee, about 125 miles away. My mom still lives there. We're doing plumbing for a housing building project in Muskogee. They're building the houses about one or two at a time.
When they have a house going up another plumber and I stay over there through the week. The other plumber has a small apartment, supplied. Nice one too. He has local friends so I mostly only see him at work. I stay with mom. It gives us a chance to catch up although I talk with her a couple of times a week and she calls Martha about once a week.
I drove over for the new project Sunday night, about two and a half hours depending on weather, etc. I park in the garage and stay in my old room although it's been overhauled and doesn't look the same. The bed is against a different wall. A lot of the house has been updated. Mom asks what she should do about so and so and I arrange it and it gets done. She picks out what she wants. The work shop area got turned into an exercise room with a desk and other amenities for mom. New big shower and nifty bathtub.
Mom's almost my height, 5ft8 and she's got a loose figure. She always did eat green things and olives and stuff like that. I always call a few days before I come over. I parked in the garage next to mom's car and went in. She heard me getting my suitcase and was at the door.
"Hi Gene," she said. "Your beds changed. Remember you promised not to try and fix me up this trip."
"You look really great," I said. "Yes, I remember. I decided I'd try to fix you up with me. A hot bod like that should get some use."
"Uh huh," she said. "Did you go see that play, the cheeky one about Alaska?"
"Yes, I did," I said. "Martha loved it. I liked it. You'd hate it. Too practical and not enough hunky men. Give me a hug." I always got a hug from mom. She didn't miser her hugs. After I got used to them she told me how much she looked forward to it. It gave her a chance to feel a grown man. She didn't say against her, or whatever women look forward to in a grown man, just a chance to feel a grown man so when we hugged I got around her waist and pulled her in and let her have a man feel for a few moments. She did linger and I stayed with it and let her stop when she felt like it.
It always worked. She would sometimes get a little quiet and breathe a little deeper but mostly she was like a spring chicken. Sometimes Martha came over for a few days when she could get away from her job. Mom really enjoyed that and fawned over us when we were together. When she wasn't home once I checked her bedroom for vibrators and opened a drawer or two. Not horribly invasive. No vibrators, no skimpy bed clothes. No other things like lube or condoms or whatever.
It wasn't easy doing that. I've been sort of looking for an opening or an area I could plant an idea or see if she would want to be a little closer or something, anything. She doesn't like me trying to fix her up with somebody. That's why I made those comments when I got here. She took it like a little teasing but it got said and may start a thin thought. I held her hand going in a restaurant once and she said it was embarrassing because it looked like I was her boy toy. I said they would also think she was very good in bed to keep me. She didn't complain anymore about me holding her hand.
We both had already eaten so I took a shower and got ready for bed. It was a little late. I wore boxers at home but I kept three pair of thin gray knit shorts along with other clothes along with my work clothes here at moms. I usually wore a top and took it off going to bed. Mom wore either a stretchy gown or stretchy top and bottoms for bed. I don't really know about underwear. She didn't shift around enough to tell if she had a bra on, not that I was always looking. Another hug before bed was also customary. She had on the top and bottom tonight.
We met in the hall and she put her arms right around my neck and I got around her waist. We always started slow and as we hugged it got tighter until I fit in loosely. We talked the whole time. We did that so we couldn't notice what we were doing so she wouldn't be embarrassed and could enjoy herself. Every now and then I got up a little fitting in her loosely. I apologized once and said it was because of the hot shower. She said I was silly and don't worry about it but I think she was looking forward to it. I liked to run my hands up her back under her top on her bare skin. After scolding me for a month or two she let me go ahead. Sometimes she didn't have a bra on and she waited for me to find out. I always paused or something so she knew I noticed. I never tried to go down inside the back of her pjs.
I said, "Would you mind if I came over and climbed in with you?" I've done that before. Not that much. Usually to sit on the bed cross-legged and talk about something.
"Sure," she said. "Anytime. I'm not all that sleepy. I was going to read anyway. Anything particular?"
"No. Yes," I said. "I want to come over and hug you some more. Remember I said a hot bod like yours should get some use. I thought you might be more comfortable with me than anybody else right now. If we hug long enough maybe you can relax and enjoy yourself. Anyway, I'm hoping you have a thrill or two to get rid of."
Mom was smiling. She said, "Give me a few minutes." I nodded with a big smile and went off to my bedroom. A quick check over myself and fifteen minutes later I went over. Mom had a nice big bedroom. Subtle faded rose motif with white trim. Big soft bed with bright bed side lights and much dimmer soft adjustable gooseneck lights on each side for reading. The bright ones were off. She had a sound machine for drowning out background noises. A present from me that she used all the time.
Mom liked to sleep with the air a little lower in temperature so she had a very light blanket on top of the sheet. My side was turned down and she was on her pillow over towards the middle. I still had my top on. I turned off my light getting in bed. Without looking mom reached up and turned hers off. It wasn't totally dark. I slipped over and gave her a light kiss on her forehead.
I said, "Should we hug like we do standing up and go from there?"
"Ok, works for me," she said. "I'll try not to bang your knees. My body is always straight standing up and usually bent in places in bed. I'll have to work at getting straight. We can start at our shoulders and work down from there." Mom just told me she was with me on this. She was going to get her boobs in me then her stomach, then our middles, then our thighs. By then I would probably be up pretty good. I've never been fully up with mom but I guess that was somewhat what I was doing here.
She always seemed to go slow when we hugged so she probably wasn't going to hurry this and that was exactly what I wanted to happen. Her arms came around my neck and I started under and over her waist. I usually kept my hands on her hips until she floated towards me then wrapped her with a hand center high and center low on her back and we filled each other's places. Then she would melt with me, not in a hurry to stop.
I felt her breasts come into me and my hand up on her back told me she didn't have a bra on. Her cheek was against mine. Her breathing was steady, not noisy. A few moments later I felt her stomach come in. My top was up a little and hers was too, a little skin on skin. Her top only had buttons to just down below her breasts. My upper hand was over her top but my lower one was on skin just at the top of her bottoms. No judgment about panties yet. Mom wiggled a little and I felt her lower hip touch mine.
She moved her cheek from one of mine to the other and did a little mmmmmm. I was up, not totally but enough to be imposing and she would run into it when she got her other hip in. I was pointed upwards so it wasn't like a pointy sword. She must know all that and this was her decision pause. I think her muscles were a little tight all over. I kind of felt she was that way. Then she seemed to relax down her body and I felt her between her hips and she was there. Lightly but there, against me.
She squeezed my neck and our thighs melted closer together. She said, "I need a little time to get used to this?" I nodded and pulled her in ever so slightly letting her know 'I like it too'. She pressed in more and seemed to open up slightly but didn't put a leg over. Mom didn't grind, she seemed to like me pressing up her vulva. I tried not to move much, just flex a muscle somewhere to let her feel a live person against her. It was probably about two or three minutes and her head moved and she got her lips into mine. First time I've been kissed like that by my mom.