At last I finished preparing for tomorrow's exam.
I shut my computer off and left my room.
Mom was in the kitchen with her back to me, adding an ingredient to a steamy pot.
I moved behind her and my palms cupped her soft breasts.
"Robbie, stop doing it. One of these days I'll spill the hot soup and both of us will get burned severely!"
I nuzzled her long neck, "Do you think that they'll allow both of us to stay in the same bed in the hospital?..."
"You wish! Why can't you grow up and learn to wait?"
"Mom, I am a grown up and addicted to your body."
She sighed, "You are so much like your father..."
I turned her around, kissed her gently on her lips and whispered, "You are right mom. And I too love you so much..." I winked at her and moved away to the living room.
...
Old memories returned to me.
I was born 21 years ago to a happy couple that were barely married for a year.
Dad was on his way up the ladder as a rising businessman.
Mom took a long break from her part time job as an HR employee to raise me.
I do not recall ever hearing real arguments or fighting in our small family.
I know, it sounds ridiculous, but we really didn't!
I grew up with 2 loving parents, that got along extremely well.
Of course the result was that I got spoiled.
Frequently when I visited friends, there were shouting, fighting and occasionally crying.
I tried to avoid this hassle and mostly saw my friends out of their houses.
It usually was in my house, at the movies, in Starbucks or the nearby mall.
I was what people call 'a good kid'.
I was also a good student and never received less than a 'B' in any subject.
Until my 18th birthday I did not drink alcohol, use marijuana or other illicit drugs.
My parents called me their perfect child and I was happy to oblige.
In retrospect, I could not understand how did it happen that I never went through teenage crisis like most kids, but I really didn't...
While in high school, after classes I'd usually come back home and the three of us ate dinner that mom prepared.
She loved her kitchen and always knew how to brighten our day with delicious meals.
When we were done, mom went to the sink to wash the dishes.
Dad would follow her, hug her thin waist, kiss the back of her head and mumble, "Millie, your cooking was excellent as usual and I love you very much."
She'd turn around, kiss his lips and smile broadly, "And I love both my men too!"
At 16 I started doing the same. I hugged her from behind and thanked her for dinner.
...
At 18 years old I was in my senior year.
One afternoon I was supposed to stay late.
I told my parents that I won't join them for dinner and instead eat pizza with friends outside.
Unfortunately the outing got cancelled in the last minute.
I arrived home exactly after my parents finished eating dinner.
I didn't announce that I was home and was on my way to my room.
Dad was standing behind mom, kissing her head.
However, I noticed 2 changes to the routine I was so used to - Both his hands were tweaking her large breasts and her ass was gyrating against his groin...
I stopped in my tracks.
I just stared at them speechless.
Dad saw me first.
He continued massaging her boobs over her robe and said, "Oh, hi son, we thought you'd be back later."
Mom heard him and tried to remove his hands from her chest, "Robbie, you are back early. Larry, take off your hands, don't you see that Robbie looks at us?"
Dad didn't budge, "Millie, our boy is a man now and I am sure that he knows that we love each other. Married people like us enjoy kissing and touching and there is nothing wrong with it, right son?"
I was mesmerized and couldn't talk for awhile.
Eventually mom was able to free herself from dad.
She came to me, kissed me on my cheek and whispered, "I love you very much. But I also love your dad. Sometime he is so impatient and cannot wait to express his love later. You are not upset, are you?"
"No, I was just surprised..." and then I went to my room.
From that day forward quite often when I was in bed, I had a vision of dad grabbing mom's boobs and his front against her butt.
And as you could guess, this was the subject of many of my masturbation sessions as well...
Something definitely changed after that evening.
I started looking at my mother differently.
I paid more attention to the way she was dressed and even tried to be out of my room when she was coming out of the shower.
Yes, I was curious to watch her body when it was less covered...
Until the time I caught my parents 'playing' in the kitchen, I never thought of them having sex!
Not that I was naive and was convinced that they were not doing it, I simply never thought about the subject.
...
I started at the local college few months later.
It was nice to still enjoy the advantages of home - Familiar environment, free laundry and of course mom's home cooking...
My parents liked it as well.
Dad used to say, "Why pay extra dollars for an out of state college, if you can complete your studies here."
Mom was just hugging me and telling me that she loved to see me around.
In my first year I began going out with a nice girl name Betty.
She was a pretty classmate.
We got along very well at school and sat together listening to our teachers.
Betty and I liked fondling and we even had sex twice.
One evening I saw her working in the kitchen and this reminded me of mom.
I approached her from behind and cupped her tits.
She jolted as if bitten by a snake, "Robbie, don't ever do it again! I almost had a heart attack! But even if I was aware of you trying to do it, I hate somebody standing behind me and touching my body."
The same night I couldn't stop thinking about mom. I wanted to do it with her...
After that episode my relationship with Betty soured and we ended it officially a week later.
I did not have another girlfriend until my 3rd year in college.
...
One day when I was in class my cellphone rang.
It was mom.
She never before called me in the morning, because she knew my schedule.
