Even though he was more excited than he thought possible Paul paused in the doorway to the family room to look at his mother. Her back was toward him as she folded some linen ready to take upstairs, humming softly as she worked. Paul felt his heart rate increase as he thought once again about just how much he loved her.
He knew the instant his mother realized he was there, her whole body seemed to soften as she turned, a smile lighting up her features, before it was replaced with a more quizzical look.
"Well?"
"What?" It took him a moment to realize what she meant. "Ohhh, we won, 4 – 2, I got a hat-trick. One more match and we'll be champions."
His mother rushed towards him and almost lifted him off his feet in a hug that took his breath away.
"Wonderful, I can't believe it. When's the final?"
"Three weeks Saturday, one week after I turn eighteen ... What?"
"Paul, you know your father won't be able to come watch, don't you?"
He hadn't, and the disappointment he felt was crushing. It had been great seeing him in the stands today, even though he'd had to rush back to work straight afterwards. When the games were in the week they tended to alternate, mom one week, dad the next, but the out of state games, well, they always went as a family. For a second he had no idea what to say.
His mother's face showed her disappointment as well and he saw her swallow hard before speaking again.
"He's already postponed his trip so he can be here for your birthday, I just know he won't be able to do so again."
Paul nodded; he knew that too. His dad was the CEO for a foreign bank and travelled somewhere at least once or twice a month. That was how the alternate week thing had started in the first place. Now it looked like, for the most important game of his life, it would still be happening.
His mother laid a hand on his arm and, for a moment, he saw pain in her eyes before she tried to shake the feeling by smiling and being a little more positive.
"Paul, go have a shower, I'm sure you need it!" She ran a hand through her hair and he felt his concern return.
"I will, but are you alright?"
"Yes, I just have a headache, I'm gonna go lie down for a while before I make dinner. We can talk about this a little more later, ok?"
"Yeah, and it will be fine. I was so stoked, you know, and I know he'll be sorry." Another thought suddenly occurred to him. "You'll be there, right?"
"Oh yes, sweetheart, I will definitely be there."
His mother placed a soft kiss on his cheek and turned to pick up the laundry as Paul ran up the stairs. A shower was a good idea, not only would it get rid of the slightly antiseptic smell of the college soap but it might also help him think things over.
His bedroom had an en-suite bathroom and he quickly stripped off his clothes and headed for the privacy of the small room. Looking around he realized with a groan that he needed a new shower gel and so grabbed a towel and headed back out into the hallway.
His mother's bedroom door was slightly ajar and he could hear her humming as she opened and closed drawers and he made his way into the main bathroom with a smile. The shower in there was much more spacious than his own and Paul decided to use that and take the gel back with him.
The steaming hot water was soon beating down on his back and he lathered himself up, enjoying the feel of his muscles beneath his fingertips and the sensation of the suds as they slid down his body.
The movement of his hands soon had his cock standing to attention and he lubed it up with the gel before letting it slip through his fingers, canting his hips to get different feelings and sensations as he flexed the digits and increased the pressure.
Paul knew that, for eighteen, or almost eighteen, he was seriously inexperienced in all things sexual. No one but himself had ever gotten him off and he didn't see that changing any time soon. For now it would have to do, but that didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy the sensations he caused himself.
Before long he felt the familiar tightening in his groin and began to pump harder. He let out a moan of pleasure as his cum began to spurt, coating his hand as well as splashing over the tile and then running down towards the drain.
Paul laid his head against the wall, his breathing heavy, and took a moment to gather himself before finishing his shower and stepping out into the cooler room.
He felt his nipples tighten as the air hit them and even though he had just cum knew he would be able to provide himself with a repeat performance in his bedroom very soon.
Remembering to pick up the gel Paul made his way back out into the hallway and along towards his parents' room. The door was now almost fully open and he looked inside, wondering if his mother had fallen asleep or was just reading.
The sight that met his eyes took his breath away. His knew his mother was slim and attractive, but he had never really thought much about how she looked. Now, as she lay sleeping, he looked at her beautiful body and wondered how he could not have noticed before how stunning she was.
He had seen naked women in the magazines his friends brought to practise and enjoyed jacking off to them when he lay alone at night but the scene he was looking at now was way more sexy than anything he had ever even dreamt of before.
Dressed in just a pair of lacy white panties and a matching bra his mother instantly became his dream woman. He couldn't believe how hot she looked, how much she turned him on and he felt his cock raise itself to stick out between the folds of the towel as he continued to look at the vision before him.
The bra was almost see-through and his mom's nipples were visible through the material. They looked so big and soft and, licking his lips, he wondered, for a moment, what it would be like to suck on them. Moving his eyes downwards he realized that, curling around the edges of his mom's panties, he could see some of her pubic hair. Just standing watching his mother made his cock throb and he grasped it in his hand stroking it slowly as he committed the sight to memory.
Suddenly, almost as if, once again, his mother knew he was there, she moved, moaned slightly and turned on her side. Paul realized he too would have to move and hurried back to his own room without making a sound.
As soon as the door was closed he flung himself on the bed, his hand around his cock immediately. He knew it would only take a few minutes for him to cum again and he tried to move slower, to hold off the moment of truth. He no longer needed the models in his magazines, instead Paul pictured his mother, in her sexy underwear, standing there watching, encouraging him, her eyes bright as she saw his hand move up and down, his fingers as they teased the tip. With a cry, which included her name, his cum was shooting higher and further than it ever had, over and over until, exhausted, he flopped back onto the pillow, joining his mother in the land of dreams almost instantly.
~*~
The weeks before the football final went by almost in a blur. Paul and the rest of the team were instant heroes at school and he found himself fending off girls who wouldn't even have looked at him just a few days earlier. As the main goal scorer he was top of the tree for a change and, enjoying the adulation, even went out with two of the prettiest girls in school.
Mary Patterson was beautiful, raven haired, dark eyes and a figure to die for. Linda Roberts was almost the opposite, blond, blue eyes and maybe a little heavier than Mary. Just a week earlier he would have thought all his dreams answered if he'd been able to spend time alone with either of them, now that was no longer the case.
At first he had no idea what the matter was, but then, as he lay in bed the night after he'd been to the movies with Linda he realised what his problem. Neither of them was his mom and as he kissed each of them any ideas he had of taking things further just disappeared into the mist. Instead, as he let his hand drift towards his hard cock again, all he could see was his mother's face, feel her hands on his arm and he knew, for now at least, no one could compare to the woman who would be, for him, the ultimate date.
~*~
For his eighteenth birthday they headed into the city, just the five of them. His two sisters had come back from college and they had stayed at a five star hotel, seen a couple of shows on Broadway and done all the touristy things New York just cried out for them to do.
His dad had apologetically missed one afternoon to attend a business meeting but apart from that they had been together for almost four days before disappearing off in different directions. By the time Paul arrived home he only had his mother for company and knew it could be months before they would all be together again. For the first time he didn't miss the others as much. Sitting in the passenger seat watching his mom drive he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life in her company. His hand ached to touch her and, for the first time in her presence he let his fantasies fill his mind. Gradually they had become more involved and now included kissing her, watching her undress, even running his fingers over her soft skin. The journey passed in a blur and he had been glad of the newspaper he had resting on his lap, using it to cover his embarrassment for over two hundred miles.
His dad called from Zurich on the morning before the game to wish him luck. All the matches were filmed and Paul had promised to download and forward it to him as soon as they got home, even if they lost.
After he had put the phone down Paul went off in search of his mom. He had been thinking a lot about their weekend away and needed to talk with her.
The door to his parent's room was closed and Paul tapped lightly on it before entering. His mother looked up and smiled and instantly he felt himself harden in his pants.
Dressed in a silk gown which was slightly open at the waist there was no doubt his mother had everything a man could want in a woman. The fact she was his mom did nothing to stop him lusting after her and Paul had to swallow hard and clear his throat before he spoke.
"I ... uh ... have you got a minute?"
"Of course, do you want me to pack for you?"
He shook his head; he had done that the night before when ideas had been racing around in his mind. He'd needed to do something, anything, to keep himself occupied and so, for the first time ever, he was ready to leave before his mother.
"I want to ask you a favour, a big favour, but it's real important to me."
"Ok." His mother sat down on the bed and patted the cover beside her. Eagerly he made himself comfortable, his leg touching hers as he did so.
"I know most of the other guys are staying at the motel just down the road from our hotel and ... well ..." He paused; faced with his mom sitting so close, all he had imagined seemed so wrong, so tawdry.
