Home From School Ch 04 05

Chapter 4

I walked in the front door, terrified about what's to come. I know when she hears about this, she'll be furious.

"Hey sweetie, how was school?"

She walks over and kisses me on the head.

"Bad..."

She looks at me with concern. My answer is usually awesome, even if it wasn't awesome that day. I just like to say that.

"Oh no, what's wrong? Have a bad day?"

"Yeah... I'm sorry mommy, please don't be mad!"

"About what?"

I open my bookbag and take out a write up form from school. I hand it to her.

"What's this?"

"It's a write up from my teacher. She said I was being too loud."

"Well, were you?"

I start getting mad and crying.

"No! I mean... Tyler and Mark were picking on me again! They kept shooting spitballs at me and flicking my ears and calling me ugly and smelly! I just told them to leave me alone, and the teacher yelled at me and wrote me up! I kept telling her they were picking on me but she told me to stop being a baby!"

My mom has a blank expression but I can tell she's angry.

"So you were defending yourself and got in trouble? Did the other kids get written up too?"

"No! She ignores it when they do stuff to me but she always yells at me! Even at stuff I didn't do! Other kids will talk and I'm sitting quiet, and she still yells at just me anyways!"

She grabs the write up slip and rips it up.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No sweetie, you're not. Someone else is about to be though..."

She gets on the phone with my school, and walks into the other room. I can hear her yelling into the phone. It was a shocking feeling, considering my mom is always so nice and caring. Hearing her yell was scary. I couldn't hear everything she said, but occasionally I heard her say something about me being a good kid and that this is unacceptable. After that, one of the faculty members told me to tell them if any kids were picking on me, and the teacher stopped blaming me for everything.

I lay awake in bed, thinking back on that memory. It was the first time I remember my mom standing up for me. We've always been close, very close. Other guys would pick on me and call me a mama's boy, but those same guys always had a crush on her too. Some would come over to my house just to see her, and ignore me. It would always annoy me when guys would call her a hot mom. I didn't disagree, but I didn't like how disrespectful they were about her. In a way, I would try to defend her like she would with me. We always had each other's backs, especially in the worst of times. I felt like I didn't need to hold any secrets from her, even as a hormonal teenager. I could tell her anything, no matter how personal.

Which is why this is even harder for me. I feel like I committed an unforgivable sin last night. If my mom knew, she wouldn't look at me like she usually does. She'd be disgusted and disappointed. Hell, I'm disgusted and disappointed with myself. Ugh.

I lay in bed, awake but unmoving. I get every ounce of motivation I can to get up. I head to the kitchen to get some breakfast. It's a bit later so she's right about to head out. She sees me and runs over to give me a big hug.

"I love you so much sweetheart!"

I wrap my arms around her, feeling safe.

"I love you too mom."

We linger on the hug for about a couple minutes. I feel like crying but hold it back. After all that stress, she's there to comfort me. Her embrace feels like the ultimate comfort. Truly home. So soft, and good smelling.

She taps on her cheek to signal me to kiss it. I lean over to kiss her cheek, but she turns her head and kisses me on the lips. I pull back after a quick smooch, but she puts her hand on the side of my face and pulls me in for a second, longer kiss. I kissed my mom on the lips all the time as a kid, but this felt different. There was passion behind her kiss. I could feel how hard she was sucking on the back of her lips to pucker up, and I could feel the wetness of her saliva on her lips. Not a lot, but enough. I close my eyes, and all my fears melted away. For a moment I forgot I was kissing my mom and it felt like I was kissing a girlfriend for the first time. After a minute or so of a lingering kiss, she pulled away, patted me on the cheek, and said her goodbye. I watched her leave, looking at how much her butt sticks out in her dress skirt. I have these feelings I know are wrong, but when I'm around her it doesn't feel wrong at all. It feels like love.

Chapter 5

(Mom's perspective)

"Judy, I need these reports done by 3."

"Yes sir."

I stare at my computer screen. I see the work I'm supposed to do, but I can't focus on it for the life of me. All I can think about is last night, and my son. I hope he's okay. He seemed a little out of it this morning, I hope he isn't too hard on himself about this.

I try again to focus but can't. I need to step away for a moment, clear my head. I go to the bathroom, not because I need to go, but just to get a moment to myself. I wonder what he's doing right now. Is he looking at my subreddit again? What if he's looking at it, jerking off right now?

The thought of that excites me. I started that page because I wanted to feel attractive again after I was cheated on. It sort of worked, the nice comments and attention online definitely helped me feel a bit better about myself. But, the thought of him looking at those turns me on more than any of the other people who see. I want to feel that now.

My pussy starts to quiver and I fidget a moment. Then, I wait until everyone else leaves the bathroom. I prop my phone against the tp holder, strip off my skirt and panties and begin playing with myself. This time, I'm looking right at the camera, not afraid to show my face. I rub my finger in a circular motion around my clit. I try to contain my moaning but it feels too good. Then, someone enters the bathroom. When I heard the door open I froze immediately. After a couple seconds, I continued to rub myself. I use my other hand to cover my mouth, trying to cover the sound. The danger of someone else being there elevates the excitement. I continue until too many people enter, then I stop recording and fix myself back up. I leave the bathroom and return to my desk. After shortening the video, I post it online. Somehow, that cleared up my mind, and I was able to return to work like usual.

(Son's perspective)

I'm laying in my room, watching youtube videos. Before I know it, my mind wanders to the kiss I had this morning. I start getting horny from the thought. That was only a taste, I wonder what it would feel like for her to kiss me like couples do. I start to fantasize about it, and get rock hard at the thought. Then, against my better nature, I get the urge to look up LonelyMama again. Sure enough, this time there's a new video. One of her in the bathroom. She's looking directly at the camera, and this time there's no doubt that's my mom. She's wearing the exact same outfit, and her hair is the same way she styled it this morning. This is brand new. This must've just happened a moment ago. Before I knew it, I grabbed my dick and started jerking off again. Seeing her face of pleasure is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She's only using her fingers, yet she has to resist reacting too much to avoid getting caught. Every expression, moan, and movement of her body is genuine. If she reacts like that from such little stimulation, I can't wait to see what she looks like when she's getting fucked. I look into her eyes as I cum. This time, I feel less guilty after finishing. I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I guess I decided to embrace my deviancy. Sex has never been more stimulating for me than it is now.