After graduating high school, I enrolled in our local university, majoring in my long-time passion, Marine Science. The beginning of my second semester I met, Judy. A statuesque blond also a Marine Science major. We spent a lot of time together. I thought she was the "one". Life was good. At least it was good until she dumped me.
Ironically that same day, I would find out my mother had dumped my father. They had never been openly affectionate toward each other and apparently, that wasn't the only problem.
Feeling sorry for myself, after class I had consumed a few shiners, so it was late when I got home. Mom was sitting on the deck, a wine glass in her hand and a half bottle and an empty one on the table. Her eyes were red, and it was obvious she'd had more than a sip or two. Seeing me she broke down sobbing.
"What's the matter Mom?"
She just sobbed harder. I knelt beside her and gave her a hug. After what seemed like an hour, she quietened down a little and tried to talk.
In between sobs, she said, "I'm divorcing your father."
She tried to say something further but couldn't talk.
I just held her and rubbed her back.
Obviously, this wasn't the time for me to share my news. Mom tried to calm down, but soon excused herself to lie down.
After she left, I wondered, what caused all this?
Periodically I checked on her who was tossing and turning in bed. Tried to study for a while but soon gave up. She was sleeping when I left for school the next morning.
I got home middle of the afternoon. She was in bed sleeping but obviously had been awake some as there were several empty beer bottles on her nightstand.
It was almost supper time when I heard her stirring.
She was awake staring at the ceiling when I checked on her.
"Mom, Feeling any better? Feel like talking?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry about last night, I just kept picturing him and that woman."
"What woman?"
"He's been having an affair, with somebody at work."
"I'm so sorry."
We chatted for a while then I said, "Why don't you get dressed and I'll fix supper. What would you like?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Well get dressed and you can watch me eat. But you must be starved?"
I made a couple of omelets, and while mom picked at her plate she asked, "So where's Judy? Does she know about this?"
I thought why not get it over with so told her that we had broken up.
"How come?"
"It's probably a lot of things but I guess she was expecting an engagement ring. We usually have coffee together before class.
I was at our usual table when she walked up, didn't sit down just stuck her left hand under my nose and said, "Tell me what you see on my finger."
I said, "Nothing."
She almost shouted, "Exactly, absolutely nothing." then turned and walked away.
"Now she won't return my calls and ignores messages."
"Had you talked about marriage?"
"Some, but nothing specific."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"Just wait and see what she does."
She just stared at me then said, "Well isn't that special, I guess it's just you and me now."
Mom had always been an early riser, but for the next week she slept a lot. I'd get home late afternoon and she'd still be in night clothes. She'd often break down in tears.
I felt awful for her.
One night, she'd gone to bed early, I had just crawled into bed when she came into my room and said, "I really need a hug."
Before I could say anything, she pulled the covers back and laid next to me. I wrapped my arms around her, hugged her tight.
"Thanks. Just hold me for a while?"
She turned her back and scooted against me, pulled my arm over her. Our bare legs against each other.
Pressed tight against her butt, my dick reacted.
I was embarrassed, my hard dick pressing against my own mother, jeez what a jerk. She fell asleep. not wanting to disturb her we spent the night pressed together.
The next afternoon when I came home, she was sitting on the deck still in her nighty.
She hadn't eaten so I fixed us some sandwiches and iced tea.
She said, "I'd like a cold beer."
"OK, but you need to eat something."
She nibbled on her sandwich and then said, "I need to ask you a question and I want you to answer as a man not as my son. Can you do that for me?"
"I'll try, what's the question?"
"Do you think I'm attractive? Remember answer as a man not as my son."
"Yes, Mom I think you're very pretty. Why are you asking?"
"Just trying to figure out what caused your father to sleep around."
"We'll probably never know but it sure wasn't because you're not pretty. You look fantastic."
She walked over and sat on my lap.
I hugged her, said, "I love you, Mom. I wish I could make it better for you."
My mom has the prettiest skin, her complexion is kind of creamy. The nighty was short, her creamy bare legs lying in my lap, I started rubbing them.
She said, "That feels good."
We sat for quite a while, her head resting on my shoulder.
While rubbing her legs I accidently pushed the nighty up and realized she wasn't wearing panties. I got hard, it was pressing against her, I tried to move a little, but it only pressed harder. I looked at her, her eyes were closed. She had to feel my hard-on but gave no indication.
She asked, "Am I too heavy."
"No, you feel good."
After a few minutes she stood up and asked, "How about a beer?"
"Sounds good."
"I'll be right back."
She returned with a couple of bottles and again sat on my lap.
