A continuation of the story that began in "My First Time With Mom"
Part II
"Maybe I can put my trip on hold for a while..."
"I think I'd like that....."
My mother and I held our embrace under the shower's running water as we came to grips with what we had just done. I think we were both still in disbelief about what had happened. Could our relationship ever be the same after this?
The after sex come down and my buzz wearing off only heightened this sense of unease that had suddenly come over my mother and I as she turned off the water and we stood there dripping wet.
"Well, I guess that's that," Mom said sheepishly.
I laughed nervously. "Until next time?" I half stated, half asked.
Mom sighed. "This is a lot to process right now, hun," she said.
"I agree."
We dried off. It was late, so we said our goodnights and left to our rooms. I lay there, still not believing that I had just fucked my mom. I wondered what she was thinking about in her bedroom. I don't think either of us were ready for the after effects of our passionate moment of lust. Would our family be the same keeping this a secret from my Dad? Speaking of Dad, I half groaned realizing he would be back from his business trip tomorrow. How would I keep my feelings and hands to myself until he was gone again? Or did Mom even want to continue this? She had said she'd like to while we were in the shower, but her expressions and actions after we had made love said more about her guilt than desire for it to continue. I guess time would tell.
I fitfully fell asleep, my mind racing. Up until now I was getting ready to move far away from here, my car packed and everything. Now suddenly I had been pulled back, my darkest fantasy coming true. What was in store for us now?
The next morning I awoke and went downstairs, wearing only my boxers. Mom was nowhere to be found, so I went out to the garage. There she was, slowly unpacking my car, still in her nightgown. I smiled.
"So I guess you really do want me to stay," I said. Mom turned with a box in her hand and smiled. "Well your father is going away on business again in a couple weeks, and I think we would have plenty of time to....figure things out."
"Figure things out?"
"Yes, sweetie. Last night was something else. I haven't really felt that way in a long time, but it was oh so wrong. I love your father, and of course I love you as well, but I think I might need time to come to terms with all of this."
I couldn't hide my disappointment. I had given up on thinking how wrong this all was and accepted that it was what I wanted. My mom was who I wanted. But maybe she wasn't so sure about me.
Mom noticed my look. "I just mean....maybe we can take things a bit slower for a little, that's all."
"Ok Mom." I walked over to her, feeling confident. I leaned over for a kiss. Mom smiled, and quickly pecked my lips. I helped her to continue unpacking my car, as we both kept peeking glances at one another. After we finished, we went back inside to have some breakfast.
The phone rang. Mom picked it up.
"Oh hi, honey," she said cheerily. It was my Dad. He said something on the other line, and Mom's face became solemn. "Oh really? I thought you would be back today."
My heart skipped a beat, thinking about what this could possibly mean.
"So you'll be back a week from today instead then?" Mom asked as our eyes met. "Ok dear, love you. Be safe." She hung up and breathed deeply, turning to me.
"Your father will be gone another week," she said matter of factly.
"Guess it's time to figure things out now," I grunted. I had become emboldened after last night, and I think Mom noticed, and I wondered if she was turned on my this new found confidence.
"I guess so," she said.
The tension in the air was palpable. A time that we had thought would be weeks away was suddenly here now. A whole week with just us in private, only a day after we had lost ourselves in a depraved act of lust. Those feelings still lingered, and nothing was in our way now.
I got up from my chair and walked over to Mom. She sucked her breath in as I gently took my hand and ran it through her hair. "Oh, hun," she whispered. I went in for another kiss, and there was no peck this time. Mom wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. We stood there in a prolonged embrace, and our tongues started to dance in each other's mouths. Mom moaned softly as I ran my hands down her back, caressing her as she did the same to me. I pulled away, and offered my hand. Mom took it, out of breath, and I led her into the living room to our couch. We fell down in a heap, and our lips met again, as Mom crawled up on top of me. "Oh, sweetie," she moaned as I gently began kissing her neck, her weak spot. My hands ran down to the bottom of Mom's nightgown and I lifted it up, exposing her panties. Her breath was hot in my ear as I caressed and squeezed her ass. I was in heaven, and Mom was too. Or so I thought.
Suddenly, Mom seemed to almost snap out of a trance and sat up, shaking her head. "Oh hun, what am I gonna do with you?" she laughed nervously as she pulled her nightgown back down.
I was taken aback. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No sweetie, it's just that remember I said about taking things slow is all. That was a lovely start to my day, but I do have to go get some grocery shopping done." She got up as I sat there, agitated.