It was two years ago that Hailey graduated and left, moving away into her own apartment two hours away. Now, my own graduation was looming. After Hailey left, I had very little contact with her. It was difficult to go and visit her and every time she came home, we didn't have any time alone. I would have gone crazy had I not had my mom, too. She was available a lot and we had sex a couple times a week. I was learning so many things.
I graduated last weekend and, now, it was Wednesday, just days before I was supposed to move into my own apartment. I'd already started packing up most of my stuff, keeping the boxes in the garage until Saturday, when we'd get the truck. My new apartment and job was about four hours away, north of my parents.
It was going to be a really good job, with great pay for a first real job. I was excited to get started. But I was also apprehensive... I was going to have to leave my mom. It was a sad time for both of us.
Rascal, our little eight-year-old mutt, was sitting on the bed, just watching me. I had the feeling he knew I was moving away and just wanted to spend those last few hours with me. I pet his head lovingly.
"I know, boy. I'm going to miss you, too," I said. He quickly rolled over and demanded that I rub his belly, which, as always, I did, to his enjoyment. "You know I can't keep doing this, right. I have to pack sometime," I laughed.
*****
It was about two in the afternoon and I decided to take a little break from packing. I wandered down to the living room and heard my Mom on the phone, apparently talking to my Dad. She was sitting on the couch, so I knelt in front of her and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"Not now," she said, a little too loud, pushing my hands away. "Sorry," she said to my Dad, "it was just the dog. He wants to go out," she looked at me accusingly. "You know how he's always demanding my attention.... Ok... Well, everything's prepared and I made the reservation... See you soon... Love you, too. Bye."
She hung up the phone and set it on the end table. I stayed kneeling on the floor, my hands stroking her legs as I kissed her knees.
"What were you thinking? I was on the phone with your father."
"What, a son can't hug his mom?" I said, smiling.
"Vince," she said, shaking her head. "If we're not careful, he's going to find out."
"If he's not here, he can't find out," I reasoned.
"What about the time you touched me in the swimming pool? We could have been caught, right then and there."
I smiled. "I just... I saw the outline of your perfect pussy through your bikini and I couldn't help myself." My hands stroked her inner thighs, just barely sliding under her shorts, and felt the warm, tender flesh.
She laughed softly, shaking her head.
"Don't you remember how my fingers felt inside you while you tried to look normal?" I asked, sliding my fingers up and just barely touching her outer labia.
She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the pleasure of my touch. "Baby, you shouldn't talk dirty to me like that any more."
"Come on. You used to like it."
"I still do like it... but you're moving out and I just don't want your father to find out about us. We've been so careful so far."
"He won't find out. He hasn't yet." I smiled up at her, I really wanted her. "Don't you want to see how hard you make me? I mean, my God, you get more beautiful every damn day. How can I ever keep my hands off you?"
"We... can't...," she said slowly. "You know... things between your father and I haven't been good for a long time now. Honestly, I thought they would get better, but... we've been struggling."
"I see the way you look at Dad, the way you never hold his hand," I said. "The way you kiss him. I know what love looks like. If you really loved Dad, you'd want to be by him... always."
"I do love your father," she said, almost sounding as if she wasn't sure herself. It was as if she felt she was required to say it.
"You love Dad like I love him. Like a good friend."
"Maybe you're right," she said softly, stroking my head with her hand, her fingers sliding through my hair. "Maybe... maybe I'm not in love with your father as much as I should be."
"So, what are you going to do about it?" I asked, challenging her. I wasn't sure I wanted her to love him.
"Well, I'm going to work on it," she said. "We just need to make time for each other."
"Love shouldn't have to take work."
"Baby, I'm trying to tell you that I want to be a better wife," she said. "Your father is a good man... very caring. And I need to work on our relationship so that I'm the wife he deserves."
"I'm jealous," I said. "He has what I want. I want you to be mine. And don't tell me you don't want me, too."
"Baby, I want... not... to want you," she said. "It's wrong what we've been doing and... maybe I just need to change. And... I know... it's over between us. I was just a fill-in until you grew up and found a girlfriend."
I shook my head. "You were never a fill-in to me. I love you and always will. It's just... it's time I got my own place. And I know it's far away."
"I know, I know," she said, shaking her head. "We just need to go back to being mom and son."
"I don't want to. That's not what I'm saying."
"Why don't you invite a girl over for dinner on Friday? Your father would like that."
"Dad would like that? Why would he even care?" I said. After Hailey moved out, he had no idea what was going on between my Mom and me. "Look, I'll find a girl some day, I'm just not interested right now."
"You're moving soon," she said sadly. "We should just rip the bandaid off now."
"I don't want to," I said, sitting up on my knees in front of her. "When I move out, either I'll visit you or you can visit me. I just can't live without you Mom. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
I lay forward, putting my weight on her body, and kissed her. She held my head in her hands, cradling it. Then she suddenly broke the kiss.
