Mom's Addiction

My mom was the hot cheerleader in highschool. My dad was the quarterback of the team. It was a story as old as time. That was where the beautiful Americana ended though. They didn't fall in love. They didn't get married. There was no happily ever after. Instead, there was me. My mom was just turned 18 when she became pregnant with me and it turned her life upside down. The QB that got her pregnant was also a barely legal 18 but he had college plans and couldn't be bothered with stupid kid stuff...

She never graduated from highschool. She had to get her GED and work as a waitress while she raised me. Her family life was terrible and soon she was living on her own and raising a child.

My mom was a good waitress, and worked at a couple restaurants to make sure she got enough money for us to have a small home and a few things. It was all very modest of course. She didn't allow her petite size to limit how much she could carry on a serving tray and used her youthful energy to its fullest for work. If her friend didn't own a tiny daycare, she would have been in a real difficult spot. Hey, that's what friends are for.

My mom didn't make time to go out. I think she was afraid to. After getting pregnant in highschool, she was afraid of it happening again or at least that was what I assumed. Single mom of two kids is a whole different thing and she wanted no part of that pattern.

Mom would take me to this nice park to play. The playground there was huge and there were always quite a few other kids for me to play with. It was down by the lake so it was a popular place to bring kids. My mom had an issue with irritable bowel syndrome and spent long periods in the bathroom. I always wondered how it affected her restaurant work but she managed it somehow. Sometimes, when I would go for a "hey mom look at me" moment, she was nowhere around. I just played with whatever kids were around and didn't dwell on it.

She took me to that park a couple times a week and I really enjoyed it. The park was only a few blocks from home and walking there was easy so when I was twelve and she asked me if I wanted to go to the park I decided that I was too big to hang out with my mom and and I let her know that I could get there on my own in 3 minutes on my bike. I destroyed our ritual forever. It really wasn't that big a deal, it's not like we held hands or I ever rode piggy back. After that, my mom and I really only spent time around each other when we were away from home and we were at one of my wrestling meets. She often came and sat way in the back. She would watch and leave, not saying a word even though I always won. I hated that.

My mom started going on occasional walks to relax and clear her head. Walking was good for you and exercising can help her IBS. Other than her regular evening or late afternoon walks after work, my mom did nothing else outside of the house. She and I rarely did anything together anymore. I was the guy in her life though always at a diatance. She never had any other that I knew about and she never went out to meet adults. She always kept me at an arms length, never doting on me with hugs or kisses. Eventually, I got a girlfriend, in fact after a while I had a few of them. We weren't real serious or anything.

I always tried so hard to get Mom's attention, approval, recognition, a glimmer of affection that I always took it out on my wrestling opponents and completely destroyed them. I was always the big, jacked kid that everyone was afraid of and I was the wrestling champ of everything. My mom didn't care. No hugs, no high fives, no good luck kiss on the top of my head. She would say, "Nice win, baby." or "Did you have to make that boy cry?" or just some other thing that wasn't followed up by actual affection.

My mom wasn't a touchy feely person. I don't want to make it sound like she wasn't motherly. She was a good mom, she just kept her distance. I didn't know why, that's just how my mom was. She's my mom and I love her though most of the time I wondered if she loved me. I spent so much effort trying to impress my distant mom that I was not good boyfriend material and I stopped seeing girls at school. It was a hard lesson for me to learn and I definitely looked like I had mommy issues. That's because I did.

I know I am painting the picture of a quirky ugly hermit for my mom, but that doesn't fit my mom at all. My mom was 10 years younger than the youngest parents of my friends. My buddies all thought she was hot and tried to tease me about it plenty. Because I was a wrestler, none of my friends teased me too much because they all knew I could back up any threats I made.

My mom was a petite 5' 3" and she was the size of a girl that cheerleaders call flyers. She was just grown up and my mom, but she retained her tight body and still did yoga and some tumbling and stretching. She kept herself good.

I had a really nice mountain bike that I rode everywhere, even after I had gotten my driver's license. I considered it part of my conditioning and thought that driving was a waste of time I should spend doing cardio for wrestling stamina. It was one evening, shortly after my 18th birthday and right at the end of 11th grade. My mom went for one of her walks. I found myself with nothing else to do and so I decided to follow her. I took my bike so that I knew I could beat her back home and make like I had been there the whole time if I needed to.

She headed toward the lake and I watched her get to the end of our sleepy neighborhood block before coasting out to follow her. She continued heading in the same direction so I remained about a block behind her. Mom walked around to the edge of the playground and took out a big billowy scarf and wrapped it around her head before getting to the tree line and entering the woods. She must have to use the bathroom.

I headed to the side of the woods and stashed my bike. Then I ran and circled back to the restroom, staying in the woods in the dimming light of day and watched the bathroom. There was a line of men on the men's side. Five men waiting to use the bathroom. They each used the bathroom for about five minutes and then the line was gone. A minute after the line disappeared, my mom came out of the women's side and started to back track her way home. I scrambled out of the perimeter of the woods, hopped on my bike and got home in a couple minutes and went up to get ready for bed.

I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. I heard the screen door shut sharply because of the return spring and knew that my mom had come home. After about a minute she was in my doorway, "Good night, baby. I can tell from the smell that you showered. Did you brush?"

"Ya, mom. Of course I brushed, I'm not gross."

"Of course you're not gross, baby. I would never think that."

"Hey, mom. Are you ok?". I asked her with worry in my voice.

She leaned further into my room and I could see her smile fade to concern and she had a hand on her flat stomach as she asked, "Why is there this concern for me, baby. You know I am a rock."

"Ya, I know. It's just you don't have anyone and sometimes I wonder if you get lonely, mom."

She exhaled sharply and pushed out her lips in a slightly pouty face before she said, "Now don't go worrying about me. There is only one man that I know of that is good and he is the only one in my life." She smiled deeply at me and her eyes caught some light from the hallway and seemed to sparkle. "Now you go to sleep, mister. See you tomorrow after school. Okay?"

"Ok, mom. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The next day, after school I rode my bike right to that bathroom off to the side of the park. I had to know what my mom was up to. I didn't want anyone to steal my bike so I brought it right into the doorway to the men's side of the building and leaned it against the wall. I never used this bathroom since it was further from the playground and there were no good trails around it. There was really no good reason for anyone to be over here using it.

The bathroom was cleaner than I expected. The urinal went all the way to the floor and there was 1 bathroom stall next to it. I looked in it. Similarly it looked rather clean and stocked with both toilet paper and those seat covers that looked like someone's head was used to stamp them out. Right next to those was a hole in the wall. I went and looked in the hole and saw another bathroom stall, one on the women's side of the building.

Oh my God, mom. What the hell are you doing? With strange men? She was holding her stomach and had a smile on her face when she approached my door to say good night.

I rode down the bike trail thinking about stuff instead of going home. What was I going to do? Tears started to well in my eyes. My lonely mom didn't trust men. She said so. But she still had needs. It was getting hard for me to see through the well of tears in my eyes. I didn't want to cry about this. It was her choice. Why should I cry? The strange men with my mom. Damn it mom, strangers!? Again, what was I going to do? What could I do? Nothing, because I was still in highschool. Sure I am an adult but I needed to finish highschool before I confronted my mom about this.

I turned and headed for home. I got home late enough that mom made it home first. When I entered the kitchen, she was grabbing something from under the kitchen sink. I would normally just walk on by but I didn't. I paused and looked at her in her tiny shorts noticing how I towered over her small form-then shook my head-and silently cursed myself, running upstairs without saying anything. I flopped on my bed. I told myself that I didn't focus on anything when I looked at her bent over and shuffling through household cleaners.

What were you doing with these men? Ohh she was holding her stomach. She wasn't having sex with them. Ugh. That realization didn't make me feel any better. What am I going to do about it? I exhaled deeply, letting out all the stress I was feeling about my new knowledge.

I never heard the footsteps. I heard the concerned voice. "That was some exhale. You sound tense." I jumped at the sound of her voice like she could hear my thoughts from where she stood. "What are you thinking about, baby?"

"Why do you still call me baby all the time?" I asked, still laying face down on my bed and looking away from her.

"I have just one baby in this world. Just because you're and adult doesn't mean that you can dodge being my baby."

"I'm getting older, mom. You know that I worry about you. What if I'm not here? You will be alone."

"Stop that, baby. Don't worry about your mom. I just want you to be happy."

"When do I get to see you happy? Sure I see you proud of me, I think, because you don't show it well, but you happy? I never see you happy, mom."

She didn't answer me and it was just silent for a while. I heard her footsteps approach my bed. I didn't turn to look at her. She never came all the way in my room, let alone approach my bed. I hear shuffling feet moving away and then from the doorway again and then I heard, "Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight mom." She walked away. Did she almost hug me? I'm a big fucking strong guy...that cried himself to sleep. Why was I such a wimpy fucking weakling? I had a hard body, but I often wish that I was made of rock.

I spent the next year contemplating what I was going to do when I was done with highschool and I would confront my mom in her park bathroom. The time crept up on me quickly and the last week of highschool was upon me.

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So there I was in school that last week just thinking about what I was going to do on my Friday, after school. I took all week to consider what I would do about it and since I didn't know, I felt nervous around mom. I just stayed away from her. I don't know what she thought about it. She kind of made it easy to accomplish. I felt a little awkward about it so she must have felt a little awkward about it although she didn't know why. Me telling her about my responsibilities after highschool, and the other things weighing on my mind like applying to a bunch of colleges had me preoccupied.

The truth on the college side of things was that they were all far from home and that really was something weighing on me a lot. Once I was gone my mom had nothing. Fuck, I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't think about it you know like what that was, what that future was for my mom. She did the work of raising me all alone. So, for the week, I did what I had to: I kept my distance. I'm sure it weighed on her, probably wondering what was going on. I just couldn't help it.

Once the week was over, I still didn't know what I was going to do. I decided that planning ahead was too hard. How did I know how I would feel when I confronted my mom in there? It was her den of depravity, right? I had waited until I was done with highschool so that if she kicked me out of the house, I could just figure something out on my own. It would be ok. She had done enough. She could then choose to just keep doing what she was doing to satiate her needs. Who am I to judge her when she was an adult and capable of making the decision to be a public servicer of stranger dicks.

It pisses me off. That is what it was. I was on my bike and headed to the park when honesty hit me. I was angry. Stuff with my mom always made me angry, but this was different. I dropped my bike outside, not caring about its safety. I needed to see the inside of this building again. Maybe then I would know what to do.

I walked in angry, throwing the door open wide and letting it smash into the wall. I was a big guy and wrestled at heavyweight, but not because I was fat. I really fucked up that door and it cracked at the abuse, one of the steel hinges separating from the solid wood construction. I stomped into that stall with my anger high. I had a rage deep down.

I put my hands against the wall and leaned on it with my hands and then my forehead. It smelled lemony and I knew that it was my mom that kept this building in such good shape. I yelled, "Fuuuuuuck." At the wall my forehead was against. I looked down and saw a finger come out from the hole in the wall and hook itself on the edge, letting me know that someone was over there. Someone. Like there were a lot of options. I don't know why she wasn't at work but I'd recognize the ring on her finger anywhere. That was my Mom's finger.

She was here. That time I was preparing for was right now. I stood up straight, facing that wall. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to say. I was just angry. My thoughts were interrupted by a touch on my pants and I looked down to see that finger curled and touching the crotch of my jeans and her fingernail slowly scraped down the front of my faded jeans, making a hollow scratching sound as it went. It left me not just angry but partially hard as my pants tightened.

My mom just touched me. Then I realized why. Ohh you want some dick, huh? That's why you're here isn't it?

I reached down and grabbed my zipper with my right hand. I heard a sharp intake of breath down below me as I simultaneously popped open the button of my jeans with barely a silent finger snap of my left hand and my right hand dropped that zipper in one fast two-handed, well-practiced motion. I pushed them down quickly to just above my knees and stood there in my athletic briefs. They were skin tight and black. A decent bulge was there. I could hear light panting from through the hole.

She does want this cock. Will she still want it when she sees it? She's probably been in here sucking cock all day. How dare she. Strangers! Here is a cock from someone, not a stranger. I dropped my athletic drawers and my dick flopped out, slapping the wall like a fish flopping on a table and my mom gasped.

Her hand started to reach forward toward my half hard dick and then stopped and withdrew like she was suddenly shy. I reached down and put my dick through the hole. There was a deep exhale that I could feel warm air blow across my cock. "So pretty." I wasn't right up against the wall so I could look down and see through the hole a little bit.

Partially covered in shadow, I could see my mom's face below me, right in front of my dick. She leaned closer, with her face next to my cock and took a deep inhale of my scent from the base of my cock, my balls which she nuzzles with her nose and then pushed my cock aside with her face as she breathed my odor in deeply, her nose touching the skin of my pelvis with my dark curly pubes up her nose. She whimpered like she was being denied a need.

I hadn't showered since this morning so my cock had just been hanging out in my pants all day as I went through school. It had just been baking in my pants waiting for me to set it free. For my mom to suck up my odor.

My mother pursed her bright red lips. I never realized how good her lips looked for kissing.

She planted a kiss on the head of my dick and tingles went up through my entire body and it finished getting rock hard, my balls pulled up tight as all the skin stretched onto my cock. Mom just kissed me. Tears started to well in my eyes as I looked down at my cock. I was as long as long as her face was tall. Releasing her kiss with a little pop, she talked quietly to my cock as if it had ears, "Is this what you want?" Her voice was all breathy like talking required effort and she was barely keeping herself from crying. I could hear the emotion in her voice.

The tears built up enough that they crested my eyelids and a couple slowly rolled down my face. "Yes." I answered with a low growl, having no idea why I was saying it but my mom just touched me with her lips and I wanted another kiss. I wasn't trying to disguise my voice but it certainly didn't sound like my voice. I had almost eight inches of testosterone feeding my vocals and tears that I was blinking away so all I could do was growl.

She was pleasing strangers and now finally this was not a stranger. I understand my anger now. This was my mom. She breast fed me for many years, providing me with what I needed to live. I don't remember any of that, but now I was going to provide for her.

She opened her mouth right over my cock. It was wet and inviting, surrounded by a pretty ring of red. She held there and I knew she wanted me to push forward and complete the connection. I watched the head of my cock slide into her mouth as I leaned forward, her tongue dexterously coming out to slide on the underside of my cock as I buried myself against the wall, my pelvis pressing firmly. She sank her mouth down me, stopping halfway and then pushing forward again and taking much of me in her mouth.

Her thumb and forehead fingers from each hand went to my testicles and she gently squeezed and rolled my balls between her thumb, forefinger and middle finger of each hand. She pulled back, releasing my cock from her mouth. "Ssslllpt. Ssslllpt." She sucked up some wetness from my dick and I heard her whisper, "Best cock ever." Then wetness enveloped my dick and she plunged me deep into her throat.

I stood there for a moment and then she pulled back and punched her mouth back down, "Gluuuk." She made the sound and then, "Gluuuk. Gluuuk. Gluuuk." She bobbed on my dick, fucking her own throat on it. Forcing me all the way down it as her nose touched my pelvis. Her fingers from both hands just continuing to explore the texture of my testicles. Her face kept fucking onto my cock, "Gluuuk, Gluuuk, Gluuuk." With great speed and I suddenly could feel an insanity rising in me. This felt so much better than I was expecting. My orgasm was coming quickly. I was getting kisses from my mom.

I stayed right there with my pelvis buried against the wall. I started grunting, not really knowing I was doing it. Right at the end of her "Gluuuk." I placed a grunt and as she pounded her face on me we spoke a cocksucking language to each other. Gluuk, grunt. Gluuk, grunt. Gluuk, grunt.