My mother, Elena, got pregnant at 18 and had me a month before her 19th birthday. My father never married her. He disappeared when he heard she would have his child, and we never heard from him again. Her parents tried to convince her to have an abortion, but she refused. Her relationship with them deteriorated, and after I was born, we hardly heard from them.
Mom tried her best to be a good parent. However, it was challenging. She worked as a secretary in a large firm during the day and supplanted her income by working as a waitress in an Italian restaurant three evenings a week.
Elementary school was OK - I didn't have to work hard. I could be a straight-A student, but I was focused on spending time with my friends on sports and games. High school started the same way; my average score was B-.
Mom spoke with several of my teachers. They all told her the same story - Your child has great potential, but he doesn't care about his studies and tries to impress his friends with his athletic skills. She talked to me and explained that my future would be jeopardized if I didn't work harder in class.
At 17, I was a junior in high school. I realized my teachers and Mom were right. I began concentrating on school stuff. I invested more time doing my homework and preparing for the exams. By the end of the year, I had an A in every subject except a B+ in math, which I hated.
Mom saw my report card in the evening before rushing to her shift in the restaurant. She said, "Jerry, honey, I knew you could do it. Let's celebrate it. What would you like to do together?"
"Maroon 5 is coming to town on my 18th birthday. I'd love to see them, but if you think tickets are too expensive, we can go to the Outback Steak House."
She smiled, "I need to go to work. I'll think about it..."
Two days later, on the kitchen table was a receipt acknowledging that $300 had been paid for two tickets for a Maroon 5 concert. Mom was my hero! At the time, she was at work. When she returned, I kissed her cheek and told her I loved her. She grinned and said I deserved it, and if I kept it up, more bonuses would follow.
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On the evening of the concert, I put on clean pants and a nice shirt. It was the first time I went out with Mom in the evening to a place that wasn't a restaurant or a movie theater. Mom dressed up behind a closed door in her bedroom.
I knocked on the door and said, "We go to a special event. You are my date. Please dress appropriately."
She smirked, "Do you mean looking younger and sexier?"
I answered without hesitation. "Of course!"
She chuckled, "Honey, I'll do my best."
Mom came out 15 minutes later when I was watching TV. She stood before me and looked at me quizzingly.
I was stunned! Until that day, I had always seen my mother in her uniform or an old robe. It was her first time wearing a black short dress with 3" heels shoes. She put on makeup and red lipstick and looked amazing. Until that evening, she was simply Mom. Suddenly I saw a beautiful woman. A Femme Fatale! I ogled her and noticed she was pretty and had a great figure... The dress displayed a generous cleavage.
I whistled, and she blushed, "Jerry, don't exaggerate. I may not be the ugliest woman in the world, but I am 38 and hope people won't mock me for dressing like that..."
"Mom, don't be ridiculous. You look gorgeous! Everybody will stare at you and be jealous of me."
"Honey, thank you for the nice compliment. We need to go. Otherwise, we won't find a parking place." She was right. It took me longer than expected to park the car in a close enough place.
I walked behind her and was mesmerized by her walk. She was gliding on the paved road. Her round ass swayed sexily from side to side. Was it always the case, and I didn't notice? Was it exaggerated because of the high heels?
All of a sudden, going to the concert with Mom turned out to be more than an exciting evening of listening to Adam Levine and his group...
Our seats were in the middle, in row P. It was far from the stage, near an elevated walking area that extended to the stage. Mom brought a binocular, and for the first three songs, she watched the band with it. I listened to the songs, but my eyes drifted often to Mom's ample chest. Since many guests in front of us stood up and even danced during the show, Mom changed her position frequently, and on occasion, the front of her dress separated from her body and gave me a front-row view of the upper part of her tits. It was unbelievable - I was in the noisy audience of the Maroon 5 show, ogling my mother's breasts and having a hard-on...
In the middle of the concert, Adam Levine removed his shirt and remained topless, showing the screaming audience his shapely chest with multiple tattoos. And then he began walking toward us on the extension! He stopped close by and continued singing. Mom was laughing and screaming like most of the people around us. She behaved like an enthusiastic teenager, which I had never seen her doing before.
My ears were tuned to hearing the music, but my eyes focused often on Mom's body...
When the concert was over, we went out to breathe fresh air, and Mom asked me what I wanted to do next.
"I am 18 now. Can I have a beer, and you'll have a cocktail?"
"Let's do it. Tomorrow is Sunday. I don't work, and you are free too."
We entered the nearest bar. It was crowded and too loud. After one drink, we left and drove back home. Before going to sleep, I kissed Mom on her cheek and whispered, "Mom, thank you for a lovely evening. And I love you!"
She kissed me gently on my lips and mumbled, "Honey, I love you too."
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That night, I had an erotic dream. I was in bed, and Mom came to visit me, saying she was afraid of the dark and wanted to sleep with me. I agreed, and then we heard a lightning followed by a loud thunder. She came close to me, hugged me, and said she was scared. I hugged her, but feeling her soft body and smelling her sweet perfume caused me to have an erection. She felt it, and her hand caressed it. I was so aroused that I came in her palm. I woke up with wet underwear...
In the past, I fantasized about going on dates with Margot Robbie or Jennifer Laurence, but having a wet dream about Mom?!...
I was in bed for more than an hour, thinking about the sexy woman I always addressed as Mom. Eventually, I fell asleep but woke up in the morning with a new desire: I loved Mom and wanted her body... You do not have to convince me it was crazy. I knew it, but I was hooked. I became obsessed.
Later in the morning, Mom prepared breakfast wearing her usual old robe. I said, "Mom, yesterday you looked so pretty, and I saw your terrific body. Why do you always wear this ugly thing?"
She grinned, "You are so nice to your mother. Yesterday was a special day for both of us, but the material of this robe is soft, and I like it. And why would you care? I am your mother, and how I look is less important."
"Mom, you are wrong. Yesterday, I realized my feelings toward you are more than I should have toward my mother."
She laughed, "Honey, god gave young guys a lot of hormones. They see a woman's body and lose their mind. Take it easy, son. By the way, it's time you bring home a nice girl your age. Haven't you found a girl you wish to date?
"Not really. Most girls in my class are ugly, and the two who are prettier chat on the phone nonstop. I'd rather go out with more mature women. My favorite age is 38..."
She smiled, "Thank you. But I am serious now."
I gazed at her and blurted, "Mom, I want you. If you refuse, I'll start going out with other mature women."
"Jerry, please, be reasonable. I love you as a son. I understand you saw me dressed differently yesterday, and you found out your mother has a feminine shape, but it's not love." When she was finished, she left.
...
I was determined to have her. Don't tell me it was nuts. I know, but as I said, I became obsessed.
Across the street lived a woman about 50 years old. Her daughter and the daughter's husband were working shifts in a hospital, and she served as her young grandchild's nanny. She and I met before. On a couple of occasions, she asked me for help carrying food items she bought in the supermarket and fixing a broken gate in her yard. While helping her, I noticed that her eyes explored my body...
The following day, I saw her in her garden. She was alone. I asked her if we could have coffee together. She smiled, "Jerry, of course. I like you. Give me half an hour, and then knock on my door."
I arrived at her house and saw her wearing a summery skirt and a nice blouse. She offered me a coffee with chocolate cake. She said, "You helped me several times, and I wanted to reward you, but I didn't know how. I wasn't sure you liked me..."
