After a year, and many fruitless attempts at writing a new story for Literotica, this little vignette popped into my head one day. I finished it in less than forty-eight hours. It's short and sweet and I hope that it will result in a happy ending for you.
Thanks,
D. S.
Legal disclaimer: All characters in this story are eighteen years or older.
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It was amazing, in some ways, how comfortable I felt in this house. A month ago this house, and my mother, were a mystery to me, and when I showed up on a lark one day, I wasn't sure of the reception I'd get. Like most things in life, it was complicated.
It was late at night, and I was lying on the couch basking in the blue glow of the TV screen. The hum of the air conditioner promised a respite from the heat, but the unit was so old and inadequate that it hardly kept up with the sultriness of that summer night. As a last resort, to try and escape the oppressiveness, I striped down to my boxers, abandoning modesty for the sake of comfort.
The show that I was watching wasn't exactly porn, since there was no actual fucking, but merely what my friends would call "hard R." Yet with all of its fake coitus, it was enough to give me a mild erection. I stroked my cock as it poked its head out of the front vent of my shorts.
Just then I heard the sound of a car pull up in front of the house, and then the sound of voices as people shouted back and forth in the night. Soon afterward I heard the front door open, and saw my mom come into the foyer.
She turned on the hall light and stood there leaning on the door jam with her hand resting on a provocatively out-thrust hip. She looked disturbingly sexy in a little black dress and high heels. Those amazing shoes had thin little straps that secured around her ankles like manacles. Her hair, long and frosted, appeared to be slightly disheveled as if some one had been running their fingers through it.
"You're still up honey?" She asked, and by the sound of her voice I could tell she was drunk. Not falling down drunk, but definitely intoxicated.
"Yeah. I can sleep in tomorrow."
"That's nice," she said as she strutted towards the couch. I switched channels so that she wouldn't see the video sex, and grabbed a pillow to cover my lack of pants.
As she approached I couldn't take my eyes off that dress. It was short, body hugging, and had a plunging neckline that showed a tremendous amount of cleavage.
"Who drove you home?"
"Lauren's mom."
Lauren Hart was the daughter of one of my mom's friends. Over the last few weeks, I had been at their house numerous times to run errands while Mr. Hart was at work. People assumed that I was there for Lauren, but truth be told I was more interested in Mrs. Hart.
Unlike her daughter, Mrs. Hart, Peggy, was a tremendous flirt, and when no one was around, she had no issue with me looking down her blouse or grabbing a little ass.
"So where did you go?" I asked.
"All of us girls went down to Trieste." The establishment she was referring to was a trendy bar that catered to wealthy middle-aged singles. It was the kind of place where all of the patrons dressed to impress, while trying to relive their youth.
"Did you meet anyone nice?"
"Nah, just a bunch of jerks," she said as she sat down next to me on the couch. "They were either not good looking enough, or not rich enough."
"But you let those jerks pay for all of your drinks, didn't you?" By the look of her hair, she let one jerk do more than pay for her drinks.
"Of course. I don't pay for drinks Honey. They can pony up a few dollars for the pleasure of my company." How much pleasure did he get from your company, I was tempted to ask.
She laid her hand on my naked chest and started to rub my pecks. "Aren't you cold without a shirt?" I could smell her perfume as my eyes glanced over her breasts, which by the way were in genuine danger of tumbling out of her dress.
"Mom, its ninety degrees in here."
"I still would be cold laying here on the couch in just my panties." The thought of her lying there in a thong ran guiltily through my mind.
"Slide over," she said as she tossed away my modesty pillow, and lay down on the couch in front of me. Spooning like this was my mom's idea of affection. When she first started doing this I found it to be not only confusing but also troubling. If you don't think so, try having your erection nestled in the cheeks of your mother's ass.
I got up on one elbow to shift my weight, and as I did I noticed that not only was she still wearing her strappy high heels, but also her dress had hiked enough to reveal most of her shapely legs. Legs apparently covered in thigh high stockings since I could see the telltale sign of black lace at the top of the nylon.
"And give me the remote." She was a remote nazi, always having to control the TV.
She quickly scanned up one channel, and right to the show that I had just switched off. We were now watching two naked females grinding up against each other.
"So this was what you were watching. Porno."
"Hardly porno. It's only simulated sex." I saw no need in denying it.
"Maybe so, but that's not simulated tits and ass." There was no tone of accusation in her voice. It was more of an observation.
"Mom."
"Lesbians too. Do you like lesbians?"
"Mom!" I said with even more emphasis.
"I just want to know what my son is into."
"Really?"
"I never understood why men liked watching lesbians, but I have to admit this is strangely erotic."
