*All characters in this story are over the age of 18. no underage role-play appears in this story*
My mom and dad divorced when I was four years old. Both of them have been alcoholics for as long as I can remember. The only things I could give them were the fact that they rarely missed a day of work and there was always food available, even if I might have to prepare my own meals. But I can't remember a time that they had attended one of my sporting events, parent-teacher conferences, or anything else that they weren't required to do. Having them play with me or getting them involved in one of my hobbies was impossible. I stopped being surprised to find either of them passed out drunk on the couch and I had long since learned not to bother them when they were in their bedrooms. I always got the feeling that they had married only because mom got pregnant and that neither actually wanted a child. I learned from a young age to get up and get ready for school on my own. Grocery shopping was usually up to me and luckily we had a good grocery store within walking distance.
When I was 10 years old, my dad got remarried to a 35-year-old woman named Vanessa. She quickly became my favorite person. She actually organized things that I would like to do. She would get involved in my games and hobbies with enthusiasm. We had incredible Nerf gun fights. I could always go talk to her about any subject. She would even attend and cheer me on during my swim meets. By the time I was twelve, I began calling her "Mom." Over the years I could always count on Vanessa even when my biological parents couldn't be bothered.
Vanessa was great. She had natural platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She kept in shape by eating right, jogging, and yoga. She had the body of a model, with firm DD breasts and an ass that women strive for and men salivate over. Honestly, she had the type of body that porn stars, strippers, and bimbos work towards. She also had a near-constant smile on her face, at least when she was with me. She worked from home doing something with Wall Street investments online. She must have been good at it because she never had to ask my dad for money.
Dad traveled a lot for his job, so he was only home for two nights a week if that. I got the feeling she was lonely, so I always made it a point to be there as much as possible. Which was easy considering she was my favorite person, she was always thrilled to have me there, and my mother seemed grateful to drop me off. How my dad was able to marry her, I'll never understand. She was way out of his league.
By the time I was 18, I was a senior in high school and was looking at scholarships to several colleges for my swimming prowess. One night I drove to Dad and Vanessa's house after I saw Mom begin raiding the liquor cabinet. Not wanting to watch her get drunk, I arrived and used my key to go inside. I was greeted by Vanessa dressed in a skimpy lace and silk pink chemise holding a glass of red wine. Jesus! Her ass cheeks were poking out of the bottom and her breasts looked like they were about to rip the thing wide open. Seeing me, Vanessa disregarded her obvious plans and switched to "mother mode," as she asked, "Honey, is everything OK? I wasn't expecting you."
I smirked and indicated her skimpy outfit, as I replied, "So I see, Mom. Everything is fine, I just didn't want to watch my mother getting drunk again tonight. Is Dad coming home tonight or were you expecting a hot date with someone else?"
I wagged my eyebrows suggestively causing her to laugh and answer, "No, mister, I was hoping your father intended to surprise me by coming home on our anniversary, even though he said he couldn't. I was just hoping he might make an exception tonight. But I'm glad you're here. I always like having you here, especially if that mother of yours is drinking."
We then embraced for a hug, both of us ignoring her skimpy attire. I set a few things in my bedroom and d then rejoined her in the living room. As we sat on the couch, she sadly said, "This is the second year in a row that your father hasn't been here for our anniversary, I think he would forget completely but I always remind him. I'm not sure if he even wants to be married anymore."
I nodded and we talked about his lack of attention and frequent tardiness from our lives. Hoping to cheer her up, I indicated her lingerie and teased her about the ease at which she could attract someone else. This seemed to cheer her up and we then carried on like we always had talking about whatever until we decided to make dinner. After dinner, we played a few games and relaxed together. I playfully teased her by offering to take her dancing if she promised to wear just what she had on. We both laughed and she smiled warmly at me with a hint of a blush on her cheeks, though she still didn't put anything else on.
After that, we switched to playing Scrabble. Both of us loved this game, not only for our competitive natures but also because my dad always refused to play. Any time the two of us were tired of his complaining or sullen attitude, one of us would suggest we play the game. This always assured Dad would leave us alone and leave the room. We always joked about Dad not figuring out this trick.
We started out normally but as the game progressed we began using more and more sexual words. We started easily with: "lick," "suck," "suckle," "grope," and "kiss." We laughed at these and tried to one-up each other by using: "tweak," "jerk," "nail," "slam," "tongue," and "gash." Not caring if they were all in Webster's dictionary, we played: "blowjob," "rimming," "batch," "glaze," "pussy," "cock," "anal," and "fuck." We laughed hysterically as the game got more and more sexually explicit. We loved to add small teases to our words and even a story now and then. By the end of the game, Vanessa was in great spirits and had completely forgotten about my asshole drunken dad.
After the game was over, we stayed up and playfully talked for hours. We teased each other and tried to one-up each other's teases and stories. After a while, Vanessa looked at the clock and decided it was time to go to bed. I mock grumbled at her as I sarcastically replied, "Fine, Mom."
She smirked and mock glared at me as she said, "I highly doubt any mother has ever worn lingerie around her son while playing dirty Scrabble."
We both laughed as we stood up. I then smiled and said honestly, "Maybe not, but you're the only mother I've ever known. I wouldn't change that for anything."
Vanessa smiled brightly at me as we walked to our respective bedrooms. We embraced and said our goodnights. We gazed into each other's eyes and shared a heated look before parting for the evening. Once in my bedroom, I got undressed and got ready for bed. My cock was painfully hard and I knew I would have to jerk off before I went to sleep. I smiled as I thought of the fun we had tonight and didn't feel any shame with the knowledge that I would be jerking off to images and fantasies of Vanessa, the only mother I had truly ever had. The knowledge of the almost incestuous nature of my desires and fantasies actually intensified my lust.
As I considered the flirtatious night we had, the fact that she never changed out of her skimpy lingerie, and our heated gaze, I began to wonder if my lust might be mirrored by her. Thinking about our night together, I wondered if she had been signaling her interest. Not willing to waste this chance, I quickly left my bedroom.
I was about to knock on her bedroom door when she suddenly opened it. We were both startled and all I could think of to say was, "Hi, Mom."
She blinked and smiled as she replied, "Hi, honey."
