I woke up the next morning on the couch, alone. I was momentarily disoriented. Where was I?
Oh yeah, I thought. I remembered the night before. But there was, to my surprise, I suppose, no regret. No second thoughts. No feelings of having done anything wrong. I was actually excited. I wanted, no needed, to talk to mom about what happened.
I could hear mom walking around. I put on my shorts and went to the kitchen.
"Hey mom, I.. "
She cut me off.
"Honey, the movers are here already. We have to get things going. And honey," she paused, "make sure you take a shower to... clean up."
She turned and went back to organizing and straightening boxes.
"Mom, we have talk about yesterday."
She turned and put her palm on my chest.
"yes, we do. And we will. But not right now. Now, go get ready." And she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
I was elated. At least she wasn't angry. Or regretful. Maybe.
The rest of the morning consisted of trying to help the movers get boxes and furniture to their trucks and me trying, and failing, to not stare at mom too much. In her tshirt and jeans, she looked about 10 years younger than what she was and the energy she was exhibiting was like nothing I'd ever seen when I was younger. I guess dad leaving really was a blessing for her.
I drove our old truck behind the moving van, my mother riding along with the movers. I didn't realize just how far the drive was and by the time we got to our new house, it was already getting dark. The movers were eager to end their day and put all the boxes and furniture in the main room.
They left and I occupied myself with getting the bed and sheets for the bed while mom was clanking around in the kitchen, fixing to make some dinner.
I wandered back into the kitchen. Mom had the radio on and was dancing around in front of the stovetop, stirring something delicious smelling, her hair tied behind her and gently singing along. I'd rarely seen even girls my age look as desirable as her in this moment.
"Move them hips," I said, smiling at her.
Mom kept moving and looked at me over her shoulder. "If you've got the hips, you have to move them."
She laughed and turned the burner down.
"Come," she said, walking to me, "dance with your mom."
I took her hand and we spun around the kitchen, laughing and enjoying ourselves and I could see the delight in her eyes. The song ended and I found my fingers intertwined with hers. We didn't say a thing. A slow song came on and she silently and softly pressed her head to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her frame and swayed with her. I felt her warmth against mine. I felt myself becoming aroused and yet I was as much interested in just being with her.
"Mmmmm," mom emitted, "this is nice."
I kissed the top of her head. "Very nice."
Mom pulled herself back from me just a bit and looked into my eyes. It looked almost like pleading. Or hope. Or worry.
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, I am."
Mom pulled away and walked to the stove.
"But mom," I stared, unsure, "we should talk about... you know."
Mom spoke, but kept busying herself getting bowls and spoons. I knew she was nervous and didn't want to make eye contact at that moment.
"Well honey," she began, "let's talk about it. I want to know if...well, what did it mean to you?"
She turned and looked at me with a truly interested look. She looked at me closely as she sat down at the table.
I opened my mouth to speak and she continued.
"I guess I need to know...was it just a one time thing? A diversion?"
"No," I quickly said, sitting, "it wasn't a trivial event. It was something I feel very deeply about."
"Was it," mom paused, looking down at the table, as if looking for the right words, "more than just physical? Maybe...emotional too?"
Mom had hit on it. It wasn't just physical, though that didn't hurt. It was emotional. And I knew it was not just a fling. It was love.
I reached across the table and took her hand.
"Mom, look...you are the most stunning woman I've ever met. Inside and outside. You are everything I've ever wanted and everything I could ever ask for. Last night was, I hope, the start of our lives together. Together."
I waited. I had put all my cards on the table. I could have them slapped back at me. She could reject me and it would be the most logical thing to do.
She looked up from the table, I could see her eyes welling up. A small tear beginning its downward journey from her eye.
"I never thought," she began, "that I could be so lucky. I fought against these feelings. I wanted to be a good mother to you and not let myself get lost in you." She looked up to the ceiling, gripping my hand tightly. "But I need you more than I thought I could need anyone. And last night...it was as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if..."
"It were meant to be," I finished.
"Yes," she said, looking at me with her tear filled eyes, smiling all the same.
I stood up, walking to her. Taking her hands and pulling her up.
I leaned down. We kissed. Full, soft, full of meaning. This wasn't pent up lust. This wasn't an act of aggression or revenge. This was a kiss in the full knowledge of a future together.
We ate a light dinner and watched some tv, holding hands and snuggling. Kissing with the newfound emotion we both were filled with.
As it got near midnight, I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I had set it up to be cozy enough with sheets and a comforter and two pillows.
"Our bed," mom said, with a little giggle.
"As it should be," I responded, kissing her deeply, our tongues playing.
Unlike the kitchen, the kissing grew in intensity. Soft warm kisses gave way to wrestling tongues, to hands eagerly grabbing and pulling and the only sound was that of our mouths fighting for supremacy.
I broke the kiss and licked down her neck, making her moan loudly.
My hands slid under her tshirt, kneading her breasts through her bra.
Her hands moved quickly to my shorts and I could feel her fingers moving at my now very hard cock.
"Oh my," she whispered, "someone is excited." And she giggled a cute little giggle.
"You have no idea," I responded, looking into her eyes.
She shot me a sly sexy smile and knelt down, removing her tshirt and bra in quick succession. Then, as I stood stunned, she pulled my shorts down slowly, her eyes widening as my cock sprung into view. Her hand surrounded the base and she started to stroke me, looking up at me with a gleeful smile.
