The characters in this story are a fictional creation and exist only in a dark corner of my mind.
James and Alexandra.
A story of a mother and son love affair.
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My name is James Girardi, I am thirty years old and I work for a firm of insurance underwriters in Manhattan, I live in Brooklyn with my mom Alexandra Girardi, and she is forty-eight.
She had me when she was eighteen, married at nineteen and then divorced my dad Richard Moody when I was five, she reverted to her family name afterwards. Her family originates from Italy by the way.
Mom works as a secretary during the day, and she has scrimped and saved to pay for my education.
For ten years now we have been having a very passionate love affair, its a love affair that has blessed us with a beautiful gift, our son Adam who is seven.
This is our story and I place it online that it may bring hope to other families like ours.
Alexandra is...well, she has raven black hair and a toned body and the if I was to compare mom to a movie star, I would have to say think Linda Carter; Wonder woman at fifty.
She is bright, vivacious, sometimes loud, but a real dynamo, and well, she's my mom and I love her dearly.
Mom always finished early on Fridays so that we could have a late lunch usually followed up by a walk in the park. It is here we, well, she would analyze the weeks problems and dispense advice. To use her own words she would say, "Throw it out there, and we'll dance on it." referring to a problem.
On Friday I go as usual to the office where she works and she was running a bit late.
"Hi, James," she says, "the elevators were on the fritz, I had to wait for maintenance to get here."
"They seem fine when I came up." I say.
"What, are you on strike or something? Where's my hug?" she says, as we leave the office.
I place my arms around her waist and give mom a big hug with a cheeky little peck on the cheek.
"Lunch, where would you like to eat?" she asks.
"How about we get a Chinese takeout on the way to the park?"
"Ok, Come on, we are burning daylight, lets go." She says, and calls the elevator.
She hits the lobby button and we set off down, after a few floors the elevator made a very worrying grinding sound and comes to a halt about ten floors up.
"Well fuck it anyway! that god-dam maintenance guy said it was fixed." She says.
"Are we stuck mom?" I ask.
"Looks like it. I'll press the emergency button and call for help."
After a few moments a voice from the speaker asks what's the problem.
"I'll tell you the problem buddy. We are stuck, that's what! She says.
"Please do try to remain calm madam, we will have somebody right over." He replies, in a monotone voice.
"The guy has only just left after fixing it. What the hell was he doing for three hours? Scratching his ass?" Mom says, getting annoyed.
"Exactly how many people are in the car?" he asks.
"Just me and my son?"
"The guy is on his way, he should be with you soon miss, um, madam." And the line goes dead.
"Great, just great," she says, "well, no point in getting excited, may as well get comfortable, could be here a while."
Mom takes her jacket off, sits down on the floor and kicks her heels off too.
"My feet are killing me, rub them for me would you James?" she asks.
So I sit down opposite her and she places one foot at a time on my lap and I begin to massage her feet. "Ohhh, that's so good." She says, with her eyes closed.
"So, did you ask out Kate?" she asks, referring to a girl who studies with me.
"Didn't get a chance, too busy."
"James, you are twenty and you need to find a nice girl and think about settling down."
"I have that already, I have you mom."
"You know what I mean. By the time I was eight..."
Ya, ya. I have heard this before mom." I say, interrupting her usual lecture.
"Don't get smart with me young man. God its getting hot in here." She says.
Standing up mom begins to open her blouse, under it she only has a mesh string-top on.
"Mom, please!"
"What?" she says."Its hot as hell in here, they are just my boobs. And its not like you haven't seen them before, I have seen you peeping you naughty boy." She smiles and just giggles.
She takes off the blouse and that top leaves nothing to the imagination. Her very full breasts and large brown nipples poke through tantalizingly.
I feel my cock begin to stiffen and its hard to make eye contact, well lets face it, those magnificent tits are practically in my face.
Sitting back down on the floor, she pulls up her legs and...god! Its going from bad to worse, her short skirt rides up and her matching panties come into view. Sweat begins to run from my brow into my eyes, and its not from the heat of the car. Her wonderful pussy lips protrude from the panties along with her well groomed bush. What a sight!
"You ok?" she asks.
"Ya, I'm fine." I say, "Just a little hot," and bothered, by her display.
The speaker activates again and I stand up to answer.
"Ok folks, we will have you out in a few minutes. But you'll have to walk the last few floors down. Ok?"
"Fine, fine. It's a cooking-up in here." I reply, and he hangs up.
"Its not the only thing up! in here." Mom says, pointing to my tenting cock.
"I'm sorry," I say sheepishly, "It's the heat mom, the heat."
"Hmmm, the heat my ass. You got hard looking at my tits, didn't you?" she says.
"Mom, I, well, I am sorry."
"Well you are not gay anyway thankfully." She says, "I better cover up then." And she buttons up her blouse.
The door slides open and the maintenance guy helps us out, I use my jacket to hide my shame. Getting out to street level I welcome the cool breeze as it helps to cool my ardour down.
"Ok, food. I am starving." I say.
"Was that boner down to me James?" She asks.
"Sorry mom," I say, "I didn't catch that?"
"You heard me alright son. Answer the question."
"Mom, can we drop it, please. I am embarrassed." I say, side-stepping the question.
