A Husband For Mom

Yes it’s true I went to his apartment that night with thoughts in my head that couldn’t be called ‘nice’. I wanted to get back at him for what he’d done to me months before. Do you know what it is to think about something day after day for months? Well I was going to do him one better…even if he was my son.

That night was the most…I don’t even know what word to use. My most recent lover in a long line had just left me…it would be a joke if the cliché didn’t happen to me…forty-year-old man…twenty-five-year old secretary…enough. It wasn’t as bad as when my husband left me after five years of a happy marriage. He was a soldier that went and got himself killed in a freak accident while training recruits.

My getting blind drunk that night a few months ago was no accident; neither was what my son did. Adam, my only boy…the one I waited for after two girls…my Adam. Adam who had stayed to comfort me after seeing the condition I was in…who helped me into bed. He saw the nightdress came up as I slid down on the bed…he saw between my opened legs. What he didn’t see was panties…how could he when I hadn’t put them on?

Did he think I was asleep? Probably. I did everything I could to make him think so. The only thing I heard was his soft voice say, “Ohhh…God...” My eyes were closed and I was breathing evenly when I felt him get on the bed. I stopped breathing and I was sure he could hear my heart when I thought; my son is going to have sex with me. He didn’t.

When I felt his warm breath on my thighs, I had to stop myself from squirming. When I felt his mouth on my pussy, I had to keep from moaning. When I felt his tongue on my clit, I had to keep from coming. I couldn’t.

When he started, I thought I would bite through my tongue. He licked the wetness off the folds of my pussy and then his mouth and tongue found every crease and crevasse. A few small sounds escaped my pursed lips but he paid no mind. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was not crying out the first time I came. It happened so quickly I was surprised.

The second time I came, I tried to keep my back from arching. I think he didn’t know because by then he was grinding on the bed. I could hear what I imagined was his hard cock sliding along the sheet under him…he was making noises that were partially muffled by my pussy. He was whispering “Gloria…Gloria…Gloria…” My name sounded so sweet.

He reach lightly under my nightdress only once, probably just to feel how big his mother’s breasts were. I felt a slight jolt as his hand crossed my erect nipples. The third time I came he must have been coming too because he would have realized I wasn’t asleep if he hadn’t been in the throes of his own orgasm. He left the room and I didn’t see him until the next morning.

Adam was the last of my children to leave home. Jenna and Renee both married before they were twenty and Adam moved to an apartment, just a few months before the incident. He had stayed that night to support me…be with me…to comfort me. He comforted me too much. ‘Poor’ would be a good grade for what my sex life had deteriorated into. It was the best I had since…I couldn’t remember.

I had no idea how it would go in the morning…if he would say anything…if I would. No one said anything. He gave me a little kiss and told me to hang in and then he left. It seemed as if I thought about that night for a hundred days.

Every parent claims to love his or her children equally. It’s okay to say it to spare the hurt but of course it bears no semblance to the truth. I was much closer to Jenna than to Renee. Between Renee and me it was mostly ‘live and let live’ and she handled everything herself; most of the time she even called me Gloria instead of mom.

With Jenna it was different; there was a strong bond. She came to me with every problem and more often she came just to be in my presence. She hugged and held and wanted to cuddle even into her teens. She never did anything overt but the way she talked about other girls and the way she hugged me made me think she was gay-or something. When she got married, I just hoped it would work out.

Jenna and I shared our feelings and she was the one I usually went to when I wanted to talk. I just wasn’t sure if my ‘problem’ wasn’t too much to share.

Adam was my youngest and that’s only part of the reason I loved him so much. I like males. I like their looks, their feel, and their smell. I was, for as long as I can remember, hyper-sexed. I am now. It never took much: the sight of a flat stomach, a smile, a kind hand, the smell of after-shave, sweat or skin. How many times a day could my body go into chaos? How many times could my brain sent electricity and chemicals coursing through my body?

Sometimes I despaired, I prayed to God to make my desire small, “Please God don’t let them see what they do to me because when they know, then I’m done, I’m lost, I’m theirs.” I lost the ability to tell whether I was using the men or they were using me; whether I was cheating on them or they were cheating on me.

I also missed being married. I enjoyed being a wife and sharing my life. I wanted to be with someone who understood that ‘us’ means more than ‘me’. I was getting depressed thinking that time had passed me by.

Adam was always my handsome boy and just the sweetest child. It brought me peace just to watch him sleep. When he was young he would lie in my arms for hours and I would talk to him about my life as if he could understand. He’d look up at me with those big eyes and say, “Don’t worry…I’ll take care of you mom.”

When he got older, It was me who ended up lying in his arms for hours…he never got impatient…he never got up until I did. On one occasion I told him he was very good to me and he said, “That’s because I love you.” He bent down and kissed me on the lips. His mouth was closed but it was a long kiss for a son to give his mother. Still I thought that the sexual stimulation happened only on my side of the kiss. I was annoyed at myself for my thoughts.

I always felt a certain tension or electricity when we were together. I liked the way he looked and I won’t lie; I liked the way he looked at me. Even before that night I’d had some thoughts a mother doesn’t usually find in her head about her own son; then I wasn’t sure where they were taking me.

I didn’t know how to handle that night anymore and I finally spoke to my oldest daughter telling her of my unthinkable thoughts and even hinted at my shadowy urges to carry them out with Adam. Jenna said, “Mom, why him…don’t you think he’s probably like all men…just looking for a quick screw and then the hell with you? And he’s your son…Jesus…you’re losing it…you can’t…it’s not right to do something that everyone says is wrong…just because you have desires.

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about me or talking about herself. I said, “Why not…it is love isn’t it…do you think it’s so easy to find?”

She got a little flustered and said, “well…I don’t know…you just shouldn’t.” It got a little hot and I figured there was no place for the discussion to go because we were both having trouble separating reason and emotion so I just said, I guess you’re right honey” and left it at that, even though I was anything but settled.

When I looked in the mirror and didn’t like what I saw, I decided to start exercising to get rid of a few extra pounds and put what was left back into the shape I once had. After a few months the work I put in became evident on my body. I was so proud of myself. I wanted to show off for someone.

Adam came over one day and he was telling me about his activities and watching me as I finished the dishes. I turned to him and lifted my tee shirt up to expose my slimmer belly. “Look honey isn’t this good…God what a difference…and it’s so much firmer…come feel it.” He came to me and put his hand on my belly.

It felt nice. I hadn’t had a man touch me in months and for me that was a record. Masturbation kept me in check but it wasn’t the same. Adam said “It’s great mom, but you don’t need to do any more…you feel great. He surveyed my belly with the flat of his and then unexpectedly his hand moved up high enough to make contact with the rounded bottoms of my breasts. My blood started to simmer. I figured he would move his hand down and I didn’t say anything. I felt the springy nipple tingle as his hand kept brushing up to my breasts and he said, “You feel good mom.”

My breathing became audible and I was surprised to hear myself say, “Oh…thank you honey.” It was a strange conversation for a son to be having with his mother but as long as we talked he was fondling me. I waited a few second and said all flustered. “Oh honey …I have so many errands to run…if I don’t get started…” I got up and kissed him on the cheek and said, “I’ll talk to you soon hon.”

When I returned to the empty house after shopping, my juices started to flow. Late that night I called Adam and told him I was coming over; I didn’t ask him. He was a bit surprised and hesitant and then said, “Okay mom, sure…just give me an hour to get cleaned up. When I arrived the place was in some semblance of order and I just imagined what it looked like before I called. We sat and the discomfort he had in my presence of late surfaced. He said, “So what’s up?”

“What’s up? Does something have to be up for a mother to visit her only son?”

He snickered a small laugh and shook his head. “No of course not mom, I’m glad you came. Anyway I wanted to show you this…” He went into the bedroom and retrieved a small collage he had made. It was an abstracted nude of a woman from the back and side. The face was turned away and my heart jumped when I thought that I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be my body that my son was fashioning with his hands. At any rate I would have found it beautiful even if it wasn’t me and he weren’t my son. He handed it to me and said, “It’s for you mom.”

“Oh Adam, it’s great…I love it…you always do such nice things.”

He said quietly, “No mom, I don’t always do the nicest things.”

I wasn’t sure what he was referring to and I became alert. “What do you mean baby? You’re always so sweet and considerate.”

“Mom I did something I’m ashamed of with…this woman…and…”

“Oh honey,” I interrupted him in my nervousness. “When you’re with someone you love…it’s all okay as long as both of you…well…”

“Mom…listen…it’s hard to admit this but…she was asleep and I…I was sexual with her and I…”

I started breathing hard and I just decided to come out with it. “Baby…you didn’t do anything wrong…you did everything right…the woman loved everything you did…she loves you and…she felt that you loved her and she felt it every time you made her come.”

“Oh my God mom, you were awake? Oh Jesus…I just saw you and I couldn’t help it…you looked so beautiful…I wanted to…it’s been bothering me ever since.”

“It’s been bothering me too baby…bothering me that I wanted more of it…more of you.” I went to my son and we embraced. I kissed my son with a lover’s kiss and he responded in kind.

When I started unbuttoning him he said haltingly, “Is…this…okay mom?”

I told him, “I don’t know Adam…I don’t know.” And then our hands began to explore.

When my bra came off he looked at the breasts he had touched and fondled them in both his hands. His mouth went from nipple to nipple and he sucked hard as if trying to again taste the sweet milk I once gave him. I could feel the heat rising to my face as I put my hand on the big bulge between his legs. What am I doing? I thought. I had no answer and I kept on doing it.

My nipples prickled from my son’s attentions and I started feeling his tugs on the rubbery tips down to my pussy. When I managed to free his cock, I was surprised to feel how thick it was in my hand. With only a few strokes it stood out like an iron pipe. It had been so long since I’d had anything like it inside me. My first urge was to mount it and just hump until I came. I didn’t do it because I didn’t want my son to think I was a total crazy slut. Then I realized, what could he think anyway when he had his mother’s tit in his mouth and she had his cock in her hand? I tried to assuage my concern by getting him to tell me I wasn’t doing a terrible thing. “Is this okay baby? Does it feel good? Do you want to be doing this with your momma?”

“Oh yes mom…yes…yes.” He kept saying yes as he reached into my panties to touch the wet pussy he had sucked on so beautifully so long before. He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted my juices telling me, “I love the way you taste mom…I couldn’t get enough of it that night…I’ve wanted to taste you again for so long.”

We took off the rest of our clothes and stood nude facing each other. I told Adam, “Close your eyes honey.” I touched him up and down feeling the different textures of hair and skin. His toned muscles were firm under the pressure of my fingers. His cock sprang when I ran my palm over the top of it. His ass made me hot to have him in me but I wanted to prolong the moment because I wanted to feel him touch me…and maybe I thought there would still be time to back out before we went too far.

I told him it was his turn and as I stood there exposed and willing, my son surveyed every inch of my skin. His hands roamed and explored. He started with his fingertips on my face and lips and then he caressed my neck. The flat of his palm went from the top of each of my breasts down across the slope to the nipple where he lingered, gently urging the tips into erection. He went down the flat of my stomach just above my pussy and I braced for the caress of his hand and fingers. Instead he reached behind and stroked my back and ass. I could hear him breathing harder as took each cheek in hand and spread me. I reflexively opened my legs for his hand but that was not what I got.

Adam’s cock had penetrated me; my son was inside me. I opened my eyes in surprise but the feeling I had between my legs told me I wouldn’t stop him. I raise one leg to his hip and more of my son’s thick cock got into more of me. I wanted it all. He put his hands on my ass and I raised my other leg and wrapped it around his waist. I’m not a small woman but he bore my hundred thirty pounds easily. I moved on his cock as we kissed and he carried me into his bedroom.

A blanket had been thrown over the bed and Adam threw it off with one hand. He got on the bed with me hanging on, still inside my pussy. When my back hit the sheets I unlocked my legs. He had an almost possessed look when he said, “Now I’m going to have you mom.”

I never considered any response except, “Yes love…do it…whatever you want…do it.” It was so good. All I remember saying for the first ten minutes as his cock found it’s way deep into me was, “Yes” and “Oh honey…oh honey.” He kissed me as he entered me time and again and he made me feel as if I was more than just a pussy for him to be in. He made me remember the difference between having sex and being made love to. His hands stroked me along my flanks and he touched my face lovingly. He asked me to open my eyes and when I did I looked into the eyes of love. He filled me with his wide cock so that I felt every inch along the slippery channel. I thought that nothing could feel as good.

I was wrong. It even felt better when he said, “I love you mom…I’ve always loved you…and wanted you.” It was the love of a son for his mother and the love of a lover for his mother and I knew that I wanted them both.

I’d never come before only from penetration but somehow at the end of his strokes he contacted my clit. It was all I needed. I almost howled when my first orgasm hit. I didn’t expect it. All of a sudden I was over the top and furiously grinding on my son’s cock. He continued giving me his length and I had to stop him because I was so sensitive and out of breath. After a few minutes of kissing him and telling him how good he made me feel, I allowed him to move the hard cock that had remained inside me.

This time I was ready and I tried to time my orgasm with Adam’s. I slowed him and speeded him until I felt myself at the brink. I couldn’t believe the control he had considering he was inside his mother’s pussy…having sex with her for the first time. He came when I urged him to. I was almost breathless when I said, “Adam, come inside me…come inside me now…I want to feel you shooting into me…come baby…come.”

As I spoke he responded. All he repeated was ‘Yes mom…yes mom” as his cum coated my insides. The volume must have been astonishing as I felt it drip after he finally pulled his cock out of me.

After lying together entwined for a while, my son’s young cock began pressing on my thigh. Not that I didn’t want to go another round, but a twinge of uncertainty hit after coming twice and the edge was off my insistent desires. I said, “Maybe we should stop for tonight honey.” Adam asked me to stay the night but when I demurred he was sweet and didn’t press me. He took me home after a few loving kisses.

The next day Adam called and wanted me to come over – I didn’t have to ask why. I told him I couldn’t but that I would call him that night anyway. I was having second thoughts and I went to see Jenna. By the time I left things were not better.

I didn’t mince words and I told her I had been to bed with Adam. Her reaction was the last one I expected. I was sitting across from her and before she said a word the biggest tears I had ever seen filled her eyes and started rolling down her face. I was stunned. My first reaction was heartbreak at seeing my daughter crying almost uncontrollably. I went to hold her and comfort her but I couldn’t understand her upset. I said, “Baby…baby…it’s okay…what I did shouldn’t bother you like that…talk to me honey.’

When she calmed a bit she said, “It’s not that mom…it’s me…it’s me…” She was holding me and I suddenly realized that her hands were seeking to touch me sexually. “Mom, I love you…why not me …why not me?” she cried. She started to kiss me and I let her but I didn’t kiss her back. I wanted nothing more than to let her make love to me for her sake, but I couldn’t do it.

I kissed her face and said, “Oh Jenna honey…I’m sorry…I can’t …I’m just not built that way.” I held her as she sobbed for a while and then we talked for a long time. She told me she had only recently come to accept her feelings for women and that I had been a taboo fantasy of her adolescence whenever she would allow it. She told me that she didn’t love her husband and felt that her whole life was a hopeless sham.

My whole body was wracked in pain for my dear Jenna and all I could do was assure her that she could still choose to live a satisfying life. I held her for an hour telling her that I loved her and would be there for her no matter what she decided to do.

When I went home I was emotionally and physically exhausted. The last thing I was ready to deal with was Adam sitting on the sofa. He had kept a key of course but I was still startled to see him. He approached and started to say something, which I cut off. “Adam” I said, “Go home now.” He left without a word and I lay on the bed in my clothes sleeping as if I were drugged until morning.

When I woke up I was soaked in perspiration and I wondered why we go through all the things we do for love…but I knew what the answer was for me; when it’s good, there’s nothing better. The next thing that came into my mind was Adam…and the feelings he’d made me feel again. I knew I couldn’t fight it and the heat built up all morning. I knew he worked until four and I didn’t want to bother him at work but I called him anyway. When he answered I said, “Baby I’m sorry I sent you home that way last night…can you come over when you’re done…your momma needs you.”

At five he came in and I told him we had to talk. I said, “Sweetheart, I know it’s confusing…being with your mother…but what does all this mean to you? I need to know what you think is going to happen…I guess I mean what do you want to happen?”