He planned to make up for his error. Starting now, he would be a good son. “What don’t you like?”
“I don’t like the fact that Stacy and your father had a significantly better time at dinner than we did.”
One simple sentence was all it took to rattle him like nothing ever had. Even the revelation of Dad’s affair with Stacy didn’t make him react so intensely. He’d temporarily allowed himself to think and act like a son for only a few seconds before Mom thrust him back into the world of adulthood, and he wasn’t sure if he possessed the fortitude to continue.
“Now, I can’t even put into words how much I cherish spending time with you,” she said, the twinkle in her eye proving the legitimacy of her statement. “Tonight was my favorite dinner in a long time.”
For some reason, he couldn’t verbalize that he felt the same way. He would kill for the nightly opportunity to enjoy an awesome dinner alone with Mom. It was nice to not have Dad and Stacy around earlier, but his dry mouth prevented him from expressing himself. Not to mention that his heart began to race after Mom massaged his thigh yet again.
“But I feel slightly cheated.”
He barely managed to find his voice. “Cheated?”
Her touch moved higher, settling just below his hip. “Remember when I told you that Dad favors Stacy?”
His eyes locked on her hand. It rested dangerously close to his bulge.
“Well, I’m in the mood to spoil my angel tonight.”
He turned his attention back to the sexiest brunette alive. He wasn’t sure how to interpret her words. “What?”
“I’m in the mood to spoil my angel,” she repeated, her slight smile captivating his every thought. “I don’t think it’s very fair for us to be left out of the fun. Wouldn’t you agree?”
He screamed at himself to embrace reality. He needed to see the big picture. He had to come to terms with their relationship, because under no circumstances could Mom actually hint at what his cock wanted to so badly be true.
If he wasn’t crazy–and he seriously questioned if he’d lost his mind–then Mom just referred to Stacy giving Dad a blowjob as fun. Fun! His own mother! His innocent, wholesome, church-going mom viewed blowjobs as fun! He still couldn’t get over it!
But he could be wrong.
What if she just wanted to spend some time with him? What if she simply desired to cuddle in order to find a sense of love that Dad obviously didn’t provide her? He would do absolutely anything for his one-of-a-kind mother, but he knew that he couldn’t make the first move. He would never forgive himself for interpreting her presence incorrectly. He couldn’t take the chance to make her uncomfortable.
“We should all have fun, right?” he asked timidly, encouraging her to continue while being careful to not push too hard. He couldn’t live with himself if he broke her trust.
Suddenly, she withdrew her hand from his thigh.
He watched his life go up in flames. Mom may have remained next to him, but her soothing presence turned cold and distant. He knew that he’d just fucked up. She needed a shoulder to cry on, but he instead thought with his cock rather than with his head. How could he do such a thing to his own mother?
He tracked her hand as it started a surprising route north. Slowly, it neared, zeroing in on an unexpected target. He wouldn’t be able to explain much of what happened so far tonight, so he wasn’t shocked to be dumbfounded yet again. It seemed to be a common occurrence lately.
Mom’s fingers moved horizontally after meeting his forehead to readjust his hair to her liking. It was the single strangest sense of relief that he’d ever experienced. As badly as he wanted something sexual to happen–and he questioned if he was a piece of shit for still desiring such an unlikely outcome to Mom’s visit–he rejoiced in the fact that she wasn’t upset with him. Dad had done enough damage to her already. He couldn’t further her heartbreak.
“So, what do you say, sweetheart?” she asked, her smile soft and inviting as always. “Do you want to have some fun?”
He felt anxious, insecure, and downright terrified as he stared into her pretty eyes. She appeared relaxed while she finished restyling his hair to her liking, but his frantic nerves didn’t reflect a man who could handle the situation. What if he let her down? What if he couldn’t give her what Dad did? The awful truth was that he would never recover from disappointing her, and he expected to do exactly that after he took a step back and realized what he had next to him. On what planet could he satisfy a goddess like her?
Mom was a perfect ten. She belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine, for God’s sake! She was so fit and toned, but curvy in all the right places. She was simultaneously pretty and sexy, and he often found himself in a daze when he stared at her while she cooked dinner. He could only dream of having a girl in his life who resembled Mom.
Speaking of girls–he wasn’t exactly the most experienced guy sexually. Would he even be able to get hard for her? And if he actually did, then he didn’t like his chances to last long enough for either of them to enjoy themselves. It would be so embarrassing!
God, he did it again! Why did he continue to make everything about sex? Mom might just want a shoulder to cry on for all he knew. He simply needed to relax, breathe normally, and help her the best that he could. She deserved his very best!
He nodded as calmly as he could.
Mom’s delicate finger traced along his shoulder and followed the thick vein that ran down his bicep, and her eyes journeyed a similar path after she turned her attention to his body. He couldn’t lie to himself any longer. He could continue to attempt to convince himself otherwise, but deep down, he knew what he desired. Mom would never be just some girl. Whether it was right or wrong, he wanted what Dad had.
“Can I get a hug?”
Disappointment met reality. Honestly, it was what he’d eventually expected to hear, though. What did he seriously think she would do? Offer to suck his cock? That type of insanity only happened in porn, and neither of them were anything close to adult film stars. Although, Mom would set the internet on fire if she indeed made a few X-rated scenes.
Maybe he was actually a despicable person? How else could he explain why he constantly viewed Mom in a sexual manner while she awaited a loving hug? His angelic mother woke him with the intention to receive some much-needed emotional support, and he instead fawned over her body like a horny teenager. He needed to be better than this!
He turned his body slightly and wrapped his arms around her, unable to spurn his sex drive. Her big bust pressed against his bare chest, and her floral perfume dominated his senses. It was a feeling of both love and lust that he’d never experienced in his young life. For a brief moment, she truly felt like anything other than his mom.
He couldn’t explain Dad’s earlier actions, but he was positive that he would never cheat on the angel in his grasp if he was lucky enough to call her his wife. Mom was the type of girl that made men better. She motivated them to excel in all facets of their lives, and he suddenly realized why Dad worked so hard to provide her with a great life. He failed to understand how Dad could slip, however.