Have you ever had a moment in your life that seemed like a dream? One that you wish you could go back to? One that you wish you could live forever? That is the exactly the situation that I am in now. Wishing that I could go back to the winter in my life that seemed so magical, the one that seemed so right, the one that I still live inside of my dreams. Every morning I have woken up from the same dream, the same heart breaking remembrance, the same misery, for the last while now till I finally couldn't take it anymore. I had to write down my story in some way to try and forget. Some way to try and move on. Someway to try and live again. I only hope, for my heart's sake, that this will somehow work. It has to work.
As I go deep inside I can remember that it was a snowy day in mid December when some of my friends from school and I decided to go on a skiing trip up in the mountains. We had actually been planning it for 3 weeks but didn't actually get around to doing it until that cold, snowy December day. After some thinking and moaning we finally decided that there would be no girlfriends coming along, no parents coming along, there would only be us. Boners and all. We wanted no distractions from the constant partying and girl macking that we had so carefully been planning to do.
It was me, my friend Bob, and my best friend John. We were going to go on a 3-week skiing vacation up in the mountains a couple of hundred miles from my house , which was actually a fantastic idea as far as I was concerned because of the current situation that I was in. My steady girlfriend of 2 years had suddenly decided that she was tired of being tied down. Starting to feel bored. Not enough screwing I guess. She decided that she wanted to date other people and of course wanted me to understand and get over it. Yeah right. I politely told her to fuck herself, and told her not to worry about me because I would shortly find another girl that would so graciously replace her. How very true that was I was soon to know. That I still know. That I still long for.
Just imagine. It is a mid December day and you and your friends have just gotten done with the half hour job of packing up the car to go on your skiing trip up in the mountains when you are leaning back in the front seat of the car and you suddenly become aware of the sounds of the unbelievably loud gusts of wind that you can now hear outside the car. Hearing the sounds of children playing outside, hearing the sounds of dogs barking, hearing the sounds of cars driving on the snow.
Hearing the sounds of birds chirping. Hearing the piercing sound of a woman screaming from outside, the woman you can now see running towards your car. The 5 '10 woman with long brown hair, deep blue eyes, big pouty lips, 34/dd breasts, and long skinny legs who is wearing a tight white sweater, tight blue jeans, dark red boots and a bright white hat, running towards your car. You see her running towards your car with her arms stretched forward and crying, seeing the tears streaming down her face. Seeing the hurt in her eyes. Seeing her bloodshot eyes. Seeing the 8 inches of snow laying on the ground in the background around her. Seeing the snow falling off the roof of the house across the street. Seeing cars slowly rolling over the snow-covered road. Seeing children sledding. Seeing the woman that was approaching your car now at your car door. Seeing her opening your door, seeing her throwing herself in. Seeing the woman throwing her head on your shoulder, the shaking head that you can now feel on your shoulder, feeling her silky hair on your face, feeling her trembling hand on your leg.
Feeling her other hand on the back of your neck. Feeling her cold tears as she rubs her warm cheek against yours. Crying uncontrollably. Making you feel aroused. Making your heart flutter. You start to feel a little guilty because this unbelievable woman, this goddess of a human being, this gift upon the face of the earth, is someone you shouldn't be getting aroused over. Someone you can't get aroused over. Ever. She is your mother. Your totally distraught, destroyed mother.
"Billy," your mother says, crying into your shoulder, hardly able to get her words out. "Your father Billy. He is leaving me. That bastard is leaving me. What am I going to do?"
"What mom?" you ask, totally taken by shock. "What are you talking about? How do you know that dad's leaving you? Who have you been talking to?"
Your friends that you now see standing outside in front of the car are watching in shock. Not wanting the fantastic trip to be ruined. Not wanting all the planning to go to waste. They put their heads down and start to walk away.
"He just called," your mom says, taking her head away from your shoulder and looking into your eyes. "He was supposed to come home today Billy and we were going to go out to eat and to a movie tonight. We were going to have such a romantic weekend together but he just called and said that he met someone on his trip and that they decided to go to Paris and get married. Just like that. That was all he said. Nothing else. How could he do that to me Billy? Out of the clear blue. Was I not good enough to him? Good enough for him?"
You now see your mother put her head down and put her hand over her eyes.
"Am I really that ugly Billy?"
Still in a state of disbelief, you now put your fingers on your mother's chin and pull her face up, looking at your mother's face, your mother's 38 year old face, and realize that she is starting to look her years, knowing that that might be the reason. Knowing that this is probably the reason. Wanting to just come out and tell her that her fantastic body should make up for her aging face but you just can't. You can't reveal the feelings that you've had for her for so long. The feelings of lust you have had towards her. You just can't tell her that. Not yet.
"Mom," you say, putting your hand on her cheek, wiping away some of her tears. "He is such a fucking idiot mom. He didn't realize what he had. What he should have cherished every day, every day that he was married to you. Everyone thought that he never appreciated you mom. They always said that you deserve better. And you definitely do. If I had a wife as fantastic as you I'd be thankful every day of my life mom. You would be all I would think of. You'd be treated like a queen."
You see your mother lean back and look into your eyes with total admiration, taking her trembling hand and rubbing your cheek. Tears in her eyes.
"I'm sure there will be someone else that will come into your life soon mom. Someone that will help you realize what true love really is. What I know you've longed for. What you definitely deserve. Someday that will happen. You have to believe that."
Your mother looks into your eyes with a shocked look on her face and sits silent for a couple of seconds. Not wanting to reveal the thoughts that are going through her head right now. Not wanting to reveal her sudden feelings of lust. Knowing that you have said, in a few short sentences, everything she has longed to hear from her husband for such a long time. She is speechless.
"Billy," your mom finally says, putting her head back down onto your shoulder. "Do you think I could go along on the trip with you guys? I really don't want to be alone right now. Not now. After all that's happened. I could use a vacation right now anyway. I won't be any trouble. I promise."
No kidding, you now think to yourself, looking down at your mom's big tits that are looking like they are about to break through her sweater. Sitting and thinking for a few seconds. Remembering how your friends had said that they wanted just the three of you to go. How they wanted no parents. You have doubts but you realize that you can't say no. You know that might destroy her. Besides. This might be the right time. The time you have waited for. The time that you've dreamed of. This could be it.
"Of course mom," you finally say, rubbing her warm sweater, stroking the back of her head. "You can come with us. We don't mind. Just go pack some stuff up real quick and we'll get going. I have some extra money on me so I'll take care of renting you some skis or whatever else you need. Just give me some time to tell the guys ok?"
You now hear the sudden soft breath from the red lips that you can now see in front of you, the warm lips you can now feel kissing yours. Feeling her wet tongue lash out. Feeling her squeeze at your crotch. Feeling her breath on your nose. You taste her strawberry lipstick and then feel her large breasts. A feeling that you've longed for for such a long time.
"Oh shit Billy," your mom sighs after finally breaking the kiss, obviously very aroused, breathing fast, looking down. "You are hung like a horse aren't you Billy? Wow. How could you keep that big guy from me? You bad boy."
