It had been a particularly stormy argument. My mother had accused me of stealing from her purse and I was getting pretty pissed about having to defend myself on no evidence whatsoever. I couldn't believe it. I'd never stolen anything from her in my life and now she comes to me with these bullshit accusations because she's a few bucks short.
"I had over $50 in my wallet before I went jogging, Micheal!" she screamed at me. "It couldn't have just vanished by itself!"
I was furious. Ever since Dad had left her for another woman five years ago, it had seemed as though men were to blame for everything bad that happened in my mother's life, big or small. Even if I was the only man around, I still got shit on.
"For the last fucking time, I have no idea what happened to the money! Now let's actually looks for it instead of shouting like fucking children." I hissed at her. She didn't answer and turned to storm out of the room. Then something occurred to me that shocked me out of my wits.
I was extremely turned on. The look in my mother's eyes, her lips trembling, her cheeks flustered. She looked like she was in heat. My hand wandered down below my waistline to find a crushing hard-on. It almost hurt I was so hard. Then Mom walked back in.
"Listen, you know what? I won't get upset if you just tell me where..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes locked on my crotch. She just kind of stopped dead in her tracks and stared at my hand, trying desperately to conceal the obvious. Mom looked up at me with a blank look and walked out of the room again.
"Fuck!" I thought to myself. She's REALLY pissed now. I went up to my room and sat on the bed, feeling like a total asshole. My cock was finally going soft when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, and looked up.
"Micheal?" I heard Mom say softly through the door.
"What?!" I rasped back, still embarrassed at the thought of getting turned on by my mother. I had to admit, Mom was pretty hot for her age. A tight ass and big tits that jiggled when she wasn't wearing a bra. But it was pointless to think about that. Or so I thought.
The door creaked open and I saw my mom's face, still flustered, poke through the door. Next I saw a wad of cash in her hand. She opened the door fully and walked inside.
"Found it in my other jacket. Oh, Mike! I'm so sorry!" she started to well up as she sat on the bed next to me.
"I've been such a bitch to you. I can't believe what's happening to me. A shitty job, a fucking asshole husband who leaves me for his secretary." she started to sob. I put my arm around her and tried to console her.
"No Micheal. I mean, you're the only one who supports me and I crap on you too as soon as something goes wrong." She was crying now. "I'm depressed, broke, I haven't been fucked in 5 years and I'm going out of my mind!" she said into her hands. My eyebrows went up at that last part.
"Aww mom, it's OK." I replied.
"Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" she said looking deep into my eyes. My cock jumped at the look she was giving me. I wasn't sure how to answer that. Then I felt a hand slide across my leg to my crotch. the hand wasn't mine. I looked down to see Mom's hand gliding over the outline of my cock under my jeans. I looked up to her face again.
