A Mothers Love Ch 01 2

It's true that before I moved in with my stepmom, I had lived an extremely sheltered life and compared with a lot of people, a rather bizarre one too. I had been brought up by my father after my mother died. He was a very strict father who didn't allow me out much even when I was at school. I had friends at school, but my father never allowed me to bring them home. My father was a salesman and we moved around a lot, never staying in one place for very long. My father met my stepmom just before I started senior school. For whatever reason she seemed devoted to him. They married after a whirlwind romance and she moved in with us.

Mom tried very hard to make a home for us and for a while it worked. We were happy with regular meals and a tidy house. She was good to me, and I appreciated it. She was my stepmom, but she behaved as a real mother to me. Mom must have been pretty when young, as even in her forties she was attractive. She had wide blue eyes and mid length blond hair, which still looked good even though she now dyed it. Her skin was pale although she bronzed well in the summer. Mom had high cheek bones which could give her an imperious look when she was angry, but that was a rare state for her. She wasn't tall, but she wasn't short; in fact, she was just right.

She always smelt fresh and healthy and when she went out her perfume was deep and alluring. I used to be intoxicated by it, almost drugged by its perfect aroma.

When I was young, I never really looked at her as a sexual being, she was just 'mom'; but she had what it took to be a real woman. Large breast frequently strained against what she was wearing; and her ass, well it was just gorgeous. For me, she was perfect.

My mom and dad certainly seemed in love and the noise that came out of the bedroom confirmed this. On weekends they rarely left the bedroom and after my initial embarrassment I got used to it. Then the rows started, and I mean real rows with a lot of noise and shouting.

One Saturday night there was the worst row ever. My father was shouting, and I could hear mom's softer replies. It was so bad that I got out of bed and sneaked to their bedroom door. I put my ear to the door and heard clearly what they were saying.

Mom was crying between words.

'You're just too big to get it up there, it won't fit.''

''If you loved me you would let me do it.'' My father replied harshly.

'My ass is just too small.''

Then there were more tears and my father started to shout. This was followed by a regular bumping noise coming from the bed, in between the bumps I could hear my mom crying. I was scared and rushed back to my room.

The next day there was a strange silence between mom and dad. Then that night she left. My father had gone out to a bar and as soon as he left mom hastily packed a bag and went. Just before that she came into my room.

''I'm leaving your father, but always know that I love you. I'm your stepmom but you are like a real son to me. I will contact you later and when I'm settled there will be a place for you with me.''

With that she had kissed me and left.

After that I heard nothing, unknown to me my father intercepted every letter mom sent me. I was never allowed a laptop or a smart phone. He also turned more morose and angrier. It was shortly after my stepmom left that he instructed me in the dangers of masturbation. He said that if I did it, I would go blind and weak. I would destroy myself. For that reason, he would come into my room late at night or early in the morning, pull the covers off me to see if there was any evidence of masturbation. Any stains on the sheets or if I ever showed an erection, he would drag me outside and lock me naked in the shed.

Needless to say, this had an effect on me. If I felt myself getting hard, I would rush to the bathroom and take a cold shower. I trained myself to think of other things the moment a sexual thought came into my head. I gave up masturbation. Anything was better than a freezing night naked in the shed, a place so cold that my cock shrivelled so small it almost retracted into my body.

My father continued as a salesman and took to staying away for longer and longer times. Then one day he didn't come back. A week went by, then a month and then it was a year. By then I had left school and was working in the local library.

It must have been a month after my father had left, that I awoke with a huge morning erection; and still haunted by a fear of being caught with a hard on I rushed to have a cold shower. For some reason as the cold water hit my body, I turned the dial to hot. Soon hot water was flowing all over me, and I felt a stirring in my loins. I looked down and saw a hardening cock. I took it in my hand and for the first time in months I started to jerk it. A wave of sensuality rose from my balls but just as I was about to cum a terrible fear possessed me. I had a vision of being dragged naked to the shed and of being locked in in the cold darkness. I turned the dial back to cold and as the water poured over me, the feelings subsided, and my cock shrunk to normality.

Even though my father had long gone his power still had a hold over me. I didn't try jerking again.

Several weeks later there was a knock on the door and a man from the bank asked for my father. After I explained that I hadn't seen him for months he politely informed me that the bank was seizing the house. The mortgage was in serious arrears and it would have to be sold to cover the cost.

This did not actually bother me. I had some money of my own saved from my work. The house only held bad memories and I fancied a fresh start somewhere else. I applied for a job at a library in a large city several hundred miles away and was offered the post of assistant librarian. A new life was about to begin in which the problems of the past would be truly overcome.

*****

I often wonder if coincidences are really coincidences or whether fate is actually directing things, either way I had a surprise during my second week at the municipal library. Someone had given me three books to borrow, and I was just scanning them when I smelt the unmistakable luxuriant aroma of expensive perfume. I looked up, stared at the borrower and opened my mouth to say ''Mom'' but nothing came out. I was speechless but mom wasn't.

''Elliot, it's you. My goodness, what are you doing here?''

I blurted out, ''Working in the library.'' Then went red with embarrassment and felt foolish.

''No, I mean working here in this city.''

''I've moved here.''

Mom was now staring at me, her blue eyes focused intensely on mine.

''Look we need to talk. When do you finish work? I'll meet you after work and you can have dinner at my place.''

All was agreed.

*****

Mom picked me up straight after work and drove me to her compact little house in the suburbs. The house was small, but neat and tidy. In the dining room I noticed a photograph of myself on the sideboard. We did talk and the talking went on well past dinner. Mom listened intensely as I told her everything that had happened after she left my father, well not everything, I left out my nights locked naked in the shed.

I noticed her eyes getting misty as I told her how father had left and not returned. When I got to the part about the house being taken by the bank, a tear rolled down her cheek.

''Look Elliot, you must come and live here. There's a spare room and you can have it. I can't let you be in the same city as me and not be with me. I won't have you going back to your room. I won't have it.''

To be honest, I was rather embarrassed. The easy way out would have been to go back to my room, hiding away on my own. I had lived for a long time on my own since leaving school and getting a job. No one else and no pressure. But I couldn't say no, she was after all my mom, so I said, ''I'd be delighted to stay.''

''Good, we can go back to your place and pick up your stuff. Your first night here will be tonight.''

For the first time I smiled, mom really was kind. She really did care about me.

''If only that bastard hadn't destroyed my letters, you could have been here years ago. But never mind, we will make up for that lost time. I'll make it good for you. Elliot you are going to be happy here.''

So that night I moved in with mom.

*****

Mom worked in the city centre as a clerk for the municipal authorities. She left about eight in the morning and was back by six. I started at the library at nine and finished by four. This gave me some time on my own. I was still curious about mom and what had happened during those years after she left. Mom had told me that she had stayed with her sister; then, when my father tried to contact her she had moved here to the city. She felt safe from him here hundreds of miles away. Mom told me she was dating but had no intention of marrying again.

I met her partner the following weekend. His name was John, he also worked for the municipal authority. He was an attractive man in his fifties, slightly greying hair but quite distinguished looking. 'Conservative' was the way I would sum him up. They had a healthy relationship because on Saturday night he stayed over, and after they went to bed I could hear the bed creaking in a steady rhythm.

It was two weeks after I moved in that I was given my first afternoon off. The house was quiet and empty. The door to mom's bedroom had been left open and I went in. I knew it was wrong, but curiosity drove me on. Like the rest of the house the room was neat and tidy, bed made, no clothes left on the floor. The wardrobe doors were closed, well almost closed. One was slightly ajar, and curiosity drew me to it, I paused, then opened it.

On the shelf inside was a large pink penis shaped vibrator. I picked it up and flicked the switch, it vibrated so strongly that it leapt from my hand and fell onto the floor. It seemed to have a life of its own. The whirring noise seemed deafening. I picked it up and turned it off. Then I turned it on again and held it against my crotch. I had an instant erection. My goodness, it was powerful. I turned it off and put it back on the shelf in the wardrobe.

I rushed back into my bedroom and laid on the bed. I unzipped my flies, opened my pants, and pulled out my cock. It was rock hard and demanded attention. I began furiously jerking it. The vision of the pink vibrator filled my mind. It was so big and so hard, just like a cock. Did mom really use that thing? Could she get such a gigantic object into her pussy? I felt my sperm churning in my balls. I was about to shoot but just as my cum began bubbling upwards, I was zapped by the vision of the open door of the shed. I could hear my father's harsh voice shouting, ''Get in you deviant, you fucking pervert!'' And all was gone, no ejaculation, no cum, no erection. I sat up despondent. Was my life going to be one of total sexlessness? Would I never get sexual satisfaction?

For a while, I don't know for how long, I was lost in my thoughts. Then some hope returned. I was in a new place, I was with my mom, this was a new start. It must get better. I lay back and started to jerk again. I took my time, beginning with slow strokes until my cock grew strong, straight and hard. Then I increased the rhythm, it was getting more sensual with every stroke. I could feel my sperm bubbling in my balls. I kept going. Now I was jerking ferociously, the strokes were merging into one continuous pulling. I could feel my cum waiting to be sprung free, my balls were contracting in expectation. Then the door opened, and a voice said my name. It was mom.

In an instant I let go of my cock and turned on my stomach. I buried my head in the pillow and before I could stop it, I started crying. I heard mom's voice in the background speaking softly.

''Elliot don't be so het up, it's perfectly natural what you were doing. I didn't realise or I wouldn't have come in.'' She put a hand on my shoulder. It felt warm and comforting. ''Everyone does it, it's normal for someone of your age.''

I didn't say anything and continued to bury my head into the pillow.

Mom continued. ''It's no big deal. Now turn over.''

With a bit more persuasion I turned over but concealed my eyes with my arm. My cock had shrunk back into my open jeans.

''Now, if you are going to live here, you need to be relaxed in my company. We don't want any issues, and this isn't going to be one of them. OK?''

I nodded my head.

''Everybody masturbates, it's no big deal. I don't mind, in fact I'm going to help you.'' With that mom put her hand on my shrunken cock and softly grasped it. ''You see, everything's going to be all right.''

She began to stroke it with a gentle grip and my cock grew hard and straight in her hand.

''And you have such a big cock Elliot, I think it's the biggest one I've ever seen. That's a cock to be proud of. And with a foreskin too.'' With that she pulled it back as far as it would go. ''I haven't seen many of those.'' Then she resumed a steady rhythm, moving her hand up and down, up and down.

''Everything's going to be fine, everything is cool. After all we are family aren't we.''

She was right we were all family, and she obviously wanted to help me. Mom began to stroke harder and quicker. I could feel my sperm beginning to churn again, denied before it now seemed ready to cum. Faster and faster went the strokes, and I could hear mom encouraging me.

''Good boy. Good boy Elliot. I told you everything is all right.''

But it wasn't all right. Just as I arched my back ready to shoot, the black doorway appeared before me. Mom's calm words were replaced by my father's shout, ''Deviant, pervert, you can stay in there all night.'' I grabbed mom's hand, pushed it away and turned on my stomach again.

I heard myself shouting, ''Leave me alone. Leave me alone. I'm never going to be right!'' Then I broke down in more tears while I recounted the whole story, leaving nothing out. After I finished mom took me in her arms and held me, she was crying too.

''Poor boy. You poor darling boy. Have a rest, try and sleep for a while. We'll overcome this, just you wait and see.''

She tucked me into bed and kissed me on the cheek. She left with a softly spoken, ''Don't worry Elliot, don't worry. I will make it right for you.'' Mom left and I did doze off.

*****

When I awoke it was dark outside. I slid out of bed and drew the curtains. What a day. Mom had been so kind I began to hope that she might be able to help me; but my wounds were very deep. Maybe they would always be there.

Then there was a knock on the door. I opened it; it was mom.

''I thought I heard you, so I've brought you something to eat.''

She'd made me a sandwich and brought a drink.

''I want you to have this and then I want you to have a shower and get back into bed.

I'll be back when you have finished your shower.''

About forty minutes later, showered and fresh I was waiting, naked in bed.

There was a knock on the door and mom entered.

''There you are all washed and clean, so we can get started.'' With that she pulled the duvet off the bed exposing my naked body.

I could see mom staring at my cock in a very thoughtful way. Excited it was beginning to swell and twitch as it hardened. Then mom reached over and took it softly in one hand. She didn't jerk it, just held it as it became full and erect.

''Well Elliot, you are a big boy. You have a magnificent specimen there.'' My cock, rock hard seemed to tower out of my body. ''Let's give it some attention.''

Mom tightened her grip and began to gently stroke it up and down very slowly. I sank back into the bed. I had never felt such pleasure, a pleasure which was increasing with each sensual movement. Mom increased her strokes, and I felt the cum in my balls begin to bubble. Soon my balls were tightening ready to shoot. I felt my cum churning and my back began to arch. I was going to cum. I was going to spurt. Then mom stopped. She let go of my cock and left it twitching and trembling above my stomach. I sighed in disappointment.

''Now Elliot we are not going to rush things. We are going to build it up slowly; then it should be powerful enough to stop anything else getting in the way. ''

Mom left my cock unattended for probably two or three minutes, but it seemed an age. While I waited for her to resume, she tickled my balls and rubbed the space between them with a single finger.

Mom then grasped my cock and pulled the foreskin right down fully exposing the glans. Next, she licked her finger and slowly rubbed the edge of my knob-head all the way round in a circular motion.

''Elliot we are now going to play the numbers' game. For each number we give your cock a stroke, then before the next stroke we wait for a second for each number. When we get to ten, you have ten strokes and then we wait ten seconds, then we start on one again and wait one second.''

I wasn't really listening but when it started the numbers game was exquisite. Soon my balls were retracting, and my back started to arch as my rising sperm was ready to shoot. But then at the last moment Mom let go of my cock and we waited again. Mom was reassuring. ''Elliot you will cum, but we need to build it up. The more exciting it is, the less chance there is for anything to get in the way.''

We played the numbers' game for several rounds, then mom paused again. ''I think you're ready to cum. Your cock feels ready.'' I squirmed in pleasure as she gripped my cock. ''I know you'll cum, we'll work together, mom will get you off.'' She gave me a few strokes then stopped, unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Then she unclipped her bra releasing two huge breasts.

I gasped at their size and beauty. Two very large breasts, full and tempting, drooped down almost reaching mom's stomach. The nipples stood out pink and erect against a background of pale skin. As mom leaned forward her breasts brushed my cock and stomach.

''Now watch these as I jerk you. They are all for you. You can touch them if you want.''

I was almost overwhelmed with sexual desire and nervousness. Hesitantly I reached out for one breast and gently held it. It was so large it was too big for one hand, and it spilled over and out of my grasp. I leaned forward and sucked one of the nipples. Then mom started to jerk me.

It was a very firm grip this time with a steady regular rhythm. As mom increased the tempo she reached over with her other hand and held my balls. Faster and faster, she stroked. My cock twitching and pulsating in response. Faster and faster. My balls retracted ready to shoot, an exquisite sensation filled my shaft and whoosh I shot a huge jet of cum all over mom's tits.

Mom didn't stop but continued jerking vigorously. Whoosh! Another jet, then a third. I panted and gasped for air. Mom let go my cock and hugged me to her enormous breasts.

''Well done, Elliot. Well done. That was so good, so good. I am very proud of you. Such a lot of cum, you should be very pleased with yourself.''

Mom was smiling and looking deep into my eyes, ignoring the cum which was dripping from her breasts.

''You see we made it. We managed to get there. Together we did it. I'm so proud of you. Now get some sleep and tomorrow we can talk about what we are going to do next. You're such a good boy.'' With that she kissed me on the cheek and left the room.

*****

When I got up the following morning there was no sign of mom. I drew back the curtain in my bedroom and saw that her car was missing, this wasn't unusual on a Saturday morning. I dressed and fixed some breakfast. An hour or so later mom's car pulled into the driveway and in a few minutes she was in the house. Mom was carrying a parcel wrapped in brown paper. She put it on the kitchen table and called me over.

''I was very pleased with your performance last night you did so well.''