Hi! I'm Michael. I am a 6' 4", 18-year-old Senior in high school. Most girls think that I am cute or handsome. My mother Cheryl says that I am anyway. She is a young 42-year-old, maybe 20 pounds overweight, and cute with her curly brown hair. My Dad is a control freak and is super bossy.
This morning I woke up by Dad hollering at Mom. He slams the door as he leaves the house. I go downstairs to find Mom laying on the bed in her nightie and crying. I lay down beside her and put my arm around her.
Mom says, "I'm sorry that you have to hear that. It seems that your father is more upset with me every day."
I say, "Dad has no right to do this to you. You are a wonderful person and a wonderful mother. Let me just hold you for a while."
I wrap my arms around her and gently rub her back. She wraps her arms around me and rubs my bare back as I only have my briefs on. Mom snuggles in tight to me and sobs a little longer. As I stroke her back my hands occasionally touches her bare skin below her top. It doesn't take long for my cock to begin twitching and growing. As Mom drifts off to sleep my hands start lightly rubbing her back under her top. I have seen my classmates' cocks in the shower and know that mine is larger than normal. My cock feels so good as it lays against Mom's stomach even with her nightgown and my briefs between us. As she sleeps, I let my hand slide under her nightgown panties to lightly rub her curvy ass. Soon I feel her waking up and slide my hands back to above her nightie. I think that she can feel my hard cock against her.
After a couple of minutes, Mom says, "Time for me to get up and for you to go to school. Thank you for holding and consoling me. I need the love you give me."
I give Mom a soft kiss on the forehead as I leave for school. I think of what a nice, sexy, cute Mom that I have.
When I get home I give Mom a nice tight hug, kissing her cheek gently. I hold her while gently swaying back and forth. I say, "I love you mom."
Mom looks up into my eyes, saying, "I sure have a wonderful handsome son."
When Dad gets home, I can easily tell that he is still in a bad mood. I ask, "Dad, what has you in such a mood?"
He snaps, "The lack of respect I get at work and at home!"