Thank you for taking the time to read this. This is a slower burn story, with no sex until near the end. This is not a quick stroker!
It is about the unexpected love experienced between a [comparatively] young mother and her son.
If incest/taboo is not for you, look elsewhere.
As always anyone in described/graphic sexual acts is over the age of 18, and consenting. This is a work of pure fiction, from the author's mind.
I hope you enjoy!
Unexpected
Rick
This was not how I envisioned spending my thirtieth birthday. I mean it was a Saturday, and I had hoped to be able to go out, share some brews with my friends, get plastered, and maybe pick up a lovely lady to bring home. God knows I needed to get laid. Ever since I divorced my wife for fucking around on me, while she acted like a sedated mattress with me, I found it difficult to get that particular scratch itched. Sure there were lots of women out there who would be willing to put out, but I wasn't going to pay and had certain standards.
Of course, my mates and I had just gotten to the bar, and the first round was ordered when my cell went off. There was an emergency at work, and being the newest HR manager, I was the one to have to deal with it. With a curse, I tossed down a bill to cover my drink and left. My mates didn't even raise a stink about me having to leave, or offer to pay for my drink. They just waved me on my way and cheered when the beer was delivered.
After spending hours at work dealing with the aftermath of a severe workplace injury and the investigation involved with that, after the sun went down and the summer storms rolled in, I made it home.
I tossed my bag aside and headed for my alcohol cabinet. I poured three fingers of whiskey, settled into my chair, and flipped on the TV.
This may not have been how I wanted to spend my birthday, but it is what it is. Right?
I sighed in appreciation as I took my first sip. It certainly wasn't the best whiskey in the world. I made good money, but not THAT good of money. Thank God for the prenuptial agreement, otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to afford what I had. But it was still a good drink.
I flipped on some game. Now, I couldn't even tell you what game, or even what sport. I wasn't really watching it, I simply turned my brain off, and let the alcohol wind its way through my veins.
There was a crash of thunder, and a moment later my house went dark, as the power went out.
"Great! Just fucking great!" I exclaimed into the darkness. After feeling my way to the kitchen, and after banging my knee off a stool at the breakfast bar, I managed to find the flashlight in the junk drawer.
When I was about to sit back down, there was a knock at my door. "Who the hell could that be?"
I wonder if it's a robber
, I thought,
the knock and power going out... awfully convenient. Ah, well, I'm a big guy and can handle myself.
I wandered to the door, and wrenched it open; the entire street was dark.
I guess that means it isn't a robber who knocked out my power.
Keeping the light low so as not to blind whoever was there, I shone the light out to see who it was.
I was greeted by the sight of long graceful legs and manicured feet, in high-heeled sandals. As I moved the light higher, her legs were exposed up to her creamy thighs. The woman's little black dress would have been perfect, were it not for the fact that she was as soggy as a drowned rat due to the deluge still streaming from the sky. Even still the dress clung to her body, accentuating her natural curves.
Not even having seen everything this woman had to offer, I was having some impure thoughts.
Maybe my mates got me a gift for my birthday, after all.
I continued to move the light and my eyes higher and was met by a perfect rack. Not too big or small. The perfect size for the woman's frame. At this point, I could feel my body beginning to react to the bombshell in front of me.
Finally coming to the top of her 5'-6" my eyes settled on the woman's face. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. My vision was filled with her heart-shaped face, perfect pouty lips, and wide expressive green eyes. Her strawberry blond hair would have been done up fancy were it not for the rain plastering it to her head. Her makeup had run, and emotion filled her eyes.
"Mom?"
The fact that I called her 'Mom' was proof of how shocked I was. Now I guess I should explain that statement. I was raised by my grandparents, alongside my mother. Our relationship was one closer to that of siblings than parent/child, and because of that I often called her by her name. But I'll explain more about that later. I hadn't seen my mother in close to five years, though we occasionally spoke on the phone.
"Rick!"
As soon as she spoke, she let out a sob and stepped forward hugging me. Tears flowed from her.
I was at a loss. I simply closed the door behind her and held her crying form to me. I set the flashlight on the table beside the door, so the light was shining up, giving us the best light possible, and freeing my hands to comfort my mother.
Sometime later, her sobs subsided, though I could still feel her shaking. Her shaking clued me in. I started rubbing my arms along her back and up and down her bare arms, trying to work some warmth into her.
"C'mon. Let's get you dried off, and then you can tell me what's going on."
She didn't say anything, simply nodded and followed my lead.
I led her right to my room, only stopping long enough to grab some towels from the closet in the hall. I pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants for her to change into, and grabbed the flashlight I kept in my nightstand.
Turning the flashlight on, I handed it all to her. "If you want a shower, the water will still be hot. The power just went out. When you're ready, c'mon out, and you can tell me what's going on."
My mother nodded. "Thank you, Rick."
I gave her another hug and kissed the top of her head. Once I grabbed a dry t-shirt for myself, I left, closing the bedroom door behind me.
I returned to the living room, and sat, downing the remainder of my whiskey.
I thought again, how this was not how I was expecting to spend my thirtieth birthday.
Twenty minutes later my mother stepped into the living room. She was wearing my clothes, and she looked like she was swimming in them. The t-shirt looked more like a dress, and she had to roll up the legs of the sweatpants so that she could walk without tripping.
I couldn't help but picture again the gorgeous woman I saw on the steps before realizing it was my mother.
She sat on the couch and reached her hands out to me. I heaved myself to my feet and sat beside her. Immediately she snuggled into me.
"Thank you."
I screwed up my brow in confusion. "For what? Making sure you wouldn't catch a cold?"
She laughed bitterly. "No-- Well thank you for that too. But for showing me some kindness. Today has to be one of the worst so far."
My eyebrows raised at that statement. I knew my mother had had some bad times. Remember how I was saying how I was raised by my grandparents? Well, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for one of my mother's worst days. The pastor of my grandparents' church took some-- liberties-- with my mother when she was only nine, and I was born nine months later on my mother's tenth birthday.
It wasn't only scandalous, but also shocking because of her age. The doctor that oversaw my birthing wrote a paper on it.
The only thing I have to say is that the bastard got what was coming. He was convicted of child rape, and sentenced to life in prison, and the church had to pay out a huge sum in reparations. The judge just happened to also make sure that the bastard was in with the general population of the prison, and that the other inmates knew what he'd done. He didn't last two days inside his final cell.
Though my grandparents ensured Mother and I wouldn't need for anything, they resented her, because of what happened. They were forced to leave the small town where they grew up rebuilding their lives because of that situation and took it out on my mother.
"What happened?" I asked quietly.
She took a shuddering breath. "Julius kicked me out. He's bedding some bimbo from his work." She gave a dry chuckle. "He said he wanted to tell me something important. We got all dolled up and went on a date. He wined and dined me. We drove an hour to get here to go to the restaurant where he made the reservation. It was nice enough, and he made sure I had lots to drink. Then after dinner, as we were leaving the restaurant he told me he wants me out of the house by Wednesday, so his bimbo can move in by the weekend. I was so shocked I stood there. He just turned and left. He left me in a strange town with only my clutch." She let out a sob. "I thought he was going to ask me to marry him."
I hugged my mother close, as a wave of cold anger burned in me. I'd never liked Julius. He was a prick that treated everyone like they were less than he was. I'd stayed away because of him. I only spoke to my mother on the phone, and electronically, but hadn't seen her in the past five years. All because of him. Now I simply wanted to smash his face in for not only hurting my mother, but for leaving her somewhere potentially unsafe.
She took a deep breath, snuggling closer into me. "I'm just glad he took me to your town, and that I had enough money to get a cab here. It took all I had."
I didn't say anything. I knew if I did, my anger would get the better of me, and I'd go show Julius what I really thought of him. There wasn't much that could truly get me angry, but mistreating my family was certainly one of them.
I just held my mother close, giving her the comfort she needed at that moment.
Sometime later, I knew from her deep breaths she had fallen asleep. I let out a yawn, the long disappointing day catching up with me. After a little fancy manoeuvring, I managed to pick my mother up, with one arm behind her back, and another under her legs. In her sleep, she wrapped her arms around my neck and tucked her head into my shoulder.
With the flashlight gripped awkwardly in one hand, I made my way to the spare bedroom. When my ex and I bought the house, we had originally planned on this room being a nursery. When I filed for divorce I was glad that we hadn't had any kids.
I kicked the blankets back and tucked my sleeping mother into the bed. She rolled away from me with a sigh. I leaned in and kissed her temple. "Happy birthday Ang."
She mumbled back, "Happy birthday Rick."
