My mother raised me all alone for her the entire 20 years I’ve been alive. She had a one-night stand with a married CEO when she was 18 and ended up having me. I’ve never met my father or even seen a picture of him. I’ve been told that he lives across the country and has three daughters and his wife just accepts that he “has his fun” on business trips. My mother never demanded that my father be in my life or even provide any kind of financial support. She takes pride in the fact that she raised me all by herself even if it derailed her life entirely. She had to drop out of college and pick up whatever work she could find. The relationship with her parents crumbled when they found out she was pregnant and had no intentions of getting child support from the father. We see her parents once a year at most. I never call them “grandparents” because they’ve never been there. I always refer to them as “her parents.”
I feel bad for my mom. I feel like my existence ruined her life but she has always said that I’m her greatest gift and blessing. She is 5’2 and 38 years old. She has pale white skin and long dark black hair. Her breasts are small but her butt is round and perky. I always find my eyes wandering when she walks by. She always wears dark red lipstick on her full plump lips. I understand why my father took her back to his hotel all those years ago. I’m 6’2 and share my mother’s dark hair. I used to be a scrawny kid but ever since I’ve been unloading trucks and stocking shelves at the grocery store. I’ve gotten pretty tone.
There’s supposed to be some crazy snowstorm happening tonight and half of the employees called off. So the store is offering extra money to anyone who will work through the snowstorm because that’s capitalism for you. The rent is due in a few days so I could use the extra cash and so I regret it. It’s much worse than I could have ever expected. The snowplows are plowing the streets constantly but the snow just keeps piling on. But I have to stay until my shift ends at 9 PM. If I leave even a minute early I won’t get the extra pay. I’m stocking soup cans on the shelf and feel my phone vibrating.
“Steven, are you at work!?” My mom says so loud that it hurts my ears.
“Yeah,” I answer trying to diffuse the situation. “I need the money, mom.”
“It’s so bad outside, hun, I don’t want you driving far in this weather.”
“Okay, I’ll go to your place after work instead of mine.”
My apartment is a 25-minute drive in good weather from the store. My mom’s condo is just across the street. I’ll just leave my car in the parking lot and walk across the street.
“I hope you brought a coat!” She says anxiously.
“I did,” I answer. “And gloves and boots as well.”
“I’ll have chicken noodle soup ready by the time you’re here.” She explains. “I love you, Steven, please be safe.” She says hanging up the phone.
After an extremely cold and windy walk through knee-high snow. I make it to my mother’s condo entrance. I raise my hand to knock on the door but before I can complete the motion. The door opens and my mother is standing there looking stunning as usual. She’s wearing dark blue pajama pants and a tight tank top. She still has on her dark red lipstick. Even in older pictures she still has it on. I think it’s just part of her identity now.
“Come on in and warm up, baby,” She says backing up so I can walk in.
I take my soaked boots off and let them rest on the doormat. My mom helps me take off my thick winter jacket. She hangs it up in the closet by the door and gives me a big long hug. I feel her breasts pressing against my chest. She kisses me on the cheek which makes my body tingle.
“Dinner’s ready, baby,” She says walking to the kitchen. “I’ll get us some bowls.”
“You haven’t eaten yet?” I ask because it’s after 9 PM.
“I was waiting for you,” She says scooping soup from a pot into two bowls.
“You should have eaten earlier, mom,” I say taking a seat.
“But I wanted to eat with my favorite son.” She says putting a bowl of soup and a plate with bread on it down in front of me.
“Who’s the competition? I’m your only son.”
“So my favorite by default.”
We eat warm soup in her warm kitchen. There isn’t a dining room so there’s just a table in the kitchen. It’s quaint and cozy. I’ve always had an innocent crush on her. Growing up my friends would always talk about how hot my mom was. I would say things like “ew gross” or “dude, she’s my mom” but secretly I thought the same things. I would think about kissing her dark red lips and squeezing her fantastic ass. Even right now she looks incredible sitting across from me in her pajamas. I can see her nipples poking through her tank top. Her skin looks so smooth and her green eyes always pull me in.
“You’re my favorite person,” She says putting her spoon down in her empty bowl. “You know that right?”
“I’m well aware, mom,” I answer smiling.
“You’ve grown into such a handsome young man. You’re going to have a future full of opportunities. The sky is the limit. When I was 20 I was trying to make enough to feed you.”
“I’m sorry that you had to give up so much to raise me. I always wonder what you’d be doing now if I weren’t born or if you had me later.”
“Don’t talk like that, Steven. I had you when I was supposed to have you. My purpose in life is to make sure you’re happy and taken care of. It doesn’t matter that you’re on your own and supporting yourself. My job never ends.”
We decided to watch a movie. My mom wanted to stream Pride & Prejudice. I’ve seen this movie many times with her and we can both quote it. She always quotes “You have bewitched me, body and soul.” She’s sitting next to me on the couch. We have a blanket over our laps. She’s very close to me and I feel her thigh pressing against mine. The room is dark and only the light from the TV shines on her. She somehow looks even more beautiful in this light. The tank top strap on her left shoulder has fallen and is resting on her arm. So whenever she leans forward I can catch glimpses of her dark nipple. She looks so relaxed and content sitting next to me.
“Hey,” I say during a quiet part of the movie. “I’ll shovel the snow out front tomorrow before I leave.”
“Nonsense,” She answers. “The condo has a full-time lawn maintenance crew that handles that. Besides, you do enough lifting at work.”
“That’s nice.”
“Have you been seeing any girls lately? I know Anne at your job has a thing for you.”
“I haven’t had time to date with college and working full time. And how do you know she has a thing for me?”
“You’re a handsome catch and I know these things. She wants to jump your bones and I don’t blame her.”
Did she really just say that? My mother has never been too shy to talk about sex or make a sex joke. But this is the first time she’s mentioned a scenario where I’m the one having sex. It caught me off guard and I know I shouldn’t be thinking like this. A normal son should just move on from that statement but it’s turning me on.
“Have you been seeing anyone?” I ask genuinely curious.