Part 3 of a mom-son story. This is a "Parallel Universe" to the Babydoll series. In this one Patty, the mom, is the focus. She's been through a hell of a lot. Jimmy, the son, just wants to get her life back on track. It doesn't take them long to figure out that they can help one another. Mama needs it and the boy's got it and is more than willing to give it. If you haven't read Chapters One and Two, you should.
At this point, they have consummated a sexual relationship. Mama (Patty) let loose and now she's had some second thoughts and so she seems to be attempting to retreat. Jim, no longer a virgin, is infatuated with the mother/woman he's been introduced to. She's totally different than the woman he's known. Now we carry forward with this tug of war of human nature...
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Wonderstruck, that's how I would describe my condition. I was lying in my bed, still tingling all over. The cool air from the air conditioner made the goosebumps arise on my body after a long, hot shower. I couldn't get my sexy mother off my mind. I so wanted to fuck the days away, itchy in a constant state of arousal. I massaged my cock a little, but jacking off certainly wasn't going to help after the real thing. I was pent up to the point of feeling a bit wrecked because I didn't feel like I could take the edge off anymore. I was hooked. At the same time, I didn't want to be too aggressive. I was in no man's land wondering if this would continue. If it didn't, then what would I do? In my heart, I knew this wasn't going to last, but I wanted more than what I'd gotten.
As a young man, I had very little patience. I wanted it all. I needed our mother-son relationship, but I also wanted to be with her intimately. It felt so good -- like heaven. I knew one thing, if Mama wanted to be Patty, then I was going to let her be Patty. Hell, that made it even more exciting. I think pretending made her more comfortable about the whole thing. Otherwise, she might lose her mind, which she had done when Joe left. I liked the thought of my hot Mama pretending to be someone else, especially wanting to be her younger version. It was kinky without actually admitting it.
I practically exercised with my mother every day, when we had the chance, but with my job, there were days when she was left on her own. The thing is that she was now devoted to the routine and to a greater extent than even a young guy like myself would be. We had moved on to using these padded mats, which she had purchased, on the cement around the swimming pool. On the mats, we found ourselves committed to a daily stretching regimen. I had found myself becoming more limber over the past several months, even though I was already in pretty good shape. My mother called it "Yoga." I don't know if it was truly yoga, but I let her lead the way
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Generally, after a good 15 minutes of stretching, we'd do some jumping jacks, pushups, sit ups, squats, and lunges and then we'd go on a run around the neighborhood. When we had started out, we just ran around the small swimming pool in the backyard; but now that we were running a few miles, it was much better to run around the perimeter of our neighborhood than to keep running a hundred feet around the swimming pool a hundred times.
Mentally, I know it sounds weird, but these workouts had become an integral part of our lives. I'd much rather have worked out with her than guys I went to school with. Mama and I chatted while we exercised and we had developed a special bond. We found ourselves always hanging out, confiding a lot to one another. It was an adult thing and I enjoyed the maturity of it all.
Physically, I took note of Mama. She had continued to wear modest apparel, but her body certainly better displayed what she did wear. Each and every time we exercised, we would find ourselves sweating profusely. My mother's serious determination and feminine attributes displayed her beauty in a way that stirred my mind. At times, I found myself staring at her intently with my desire. She would catch my gazes and I could tell she was wondering what I was thinking.
The backyard and the swimming pool had become our special place. This is where we had bonded in a way that two people never really should. After everything we had shared, it was clear that we had more than just a normal mother-son relationship, we were soul mates. She was my mother and my best friend and I was the same for her. I got a sense though that she still thought of me as more of a boy than a man. I couldn't really put my finger on what had taken us to that forbidden place, but I certainly wanted to figure it all out. 'What could I do to flip that switch?'... To control that 'switch.'
After we had cruised the neighborhood with our run, we made it back to the house around 9:30am. We were back at the mats doing our post-run stretch when an idea sparked in my head. "Mom, it's Saturday. You don't have any plans this evening do ya?" I asked knowing she didn't.
"I'm not doing anything... just gonna get some rest this weekend and get ready for the work week," she let me know matter of factly.
" I was thinking, maybe we can go somewhere for dinner tonight... go somewhere nice... have a good time," I was confident when I started the proposal but stammered the ending as I tried to read her.
"Like a date?" she sighed as she questioned my words that were sinking in. She had an idea about the implications and what was coming from my heart. I truly loved her in every way. Her happiness truly made me happy. I wanted to be what made her happy.
"I just thought you'd like to go out and enjoy an evening. You haven't been anywhere in a while. We could go somewhere nice; your choice."
"Thank you, honey. You're so sweet," she replied softly, as she adoringly stared in my eyes, "...but I don't know..." she trailed off.
"Why not?" I shook my head feeling rejected.
"You just don't understand Jimmy. Why would a handsome young man like yourself want to take me out to dinner?"
"Because you deserve to enjoy things." I cajoled, "Look at how you have transformed yourself over the past few months. You've gotten in shape and completely changed your attitude. You should enjoy life. You said we had Summer. Let's go have dinner?.... Pleeeeeeze?"
Something sparked in her eyes, I believe because of my insistence, as they suddenly shifted to a glow of understanding. "You're really wanting to take me out to dinner?" she asked, with an unmistakable expression of pleasure. The look in her glowing eyes and the tone in her voice confirmed the acceptance of my proposition.
"Of course I want to. It will be fun." I genuinely retorted at her ultimate approval.
Effervescence exuded her spirit. "If we are going out..." she beamed, "I need you to get the yard done, ok." I nodded affirmatively in reply.
She then continued, "I want you to wear something nice. I'll make some reservations. You'll drive my car."
"Will you pick out what you want me to wear," continuing to double down, knowing how happy it would make her. She was the one who had bought all of my clothes anyway.
"Of course honey," she moved towards me as I accepted her hug and a big kiss on the cheek.
"You've gotta get the grass mowed ok?" she nodded at me in a manner that meant that she was nicely demanding it. I nodded back in agreement. "... and do the weedeater too. I want it to look nice. It's been a couple of weeks." I smiled and nodded back in affirmation without saying anything. She knew I didn't particularly care for yard work.
"Well, I'll need to go shopping. I don't think I have anything nice that really fits." She smiled, "Well, I've gotta go get a shower. You get the yard done, ok?. I'll be gone a while." I enjoyed the thought of her looking at this as a special occasion that she needed a new outfit for.
I was a little past 9:30am when I went upstairs to my room and chilled a bit after the workout. A little after 10am, I summoned up the motivation I needed to get a move on to get the yard work done. I needed to run to the store to get some gasoline for the mower, so it was a little before 11am when I got started. At a minimum, it was a 2 hour job and with detailing it would be 3 hours. With breaks, it could take 4 hours on a hot and sultry day like this.
I started with the front lawn, which took the usual hour to get done. I was sweating buckets with the temperature already being in the uppers 80s and very humid.
