I'm not sure when I stopped hating my mother and began lusting after her. I think that I probably always desperately wanted her to love me, but as I got into my teen years I recognized that she was the typical trophy wife that married my father for his money and social status.
Dad at 72 is over thirty years older than she, who at 41 looks more like she was in her late twenties. All those hours with a personal trainer and the best beauticians money can buy, paid off in spades for Alicia. As long as I can remember she had an incredible body and the face of a starlet.
Dad is a highly successful movie producer who has a constant stream of the Hollywood elite parading through our house. Growing up, I thought it was perfectly normal to have people with last names like Gibson, Roberts, and Hanks over for dinner & cocktails. This was like a drug to my mother, who would never have been able to keep that kind of company if not for her marriage to my father. And, of course living in a ten-million dollar Malibu mansion didn't hurt a bit either. Even if Dad had not insisted on Mom signing an airtight prenuptial agreement, she would have stayed married to him for the red-carpet celebrity status she enjoyed so much.
I had a variety of nannies in my younger years, and have no memories of being tucked in at night by my mother, nor being hugged or held by her. She basically tried to avoid me at all costs. She wasn't mean or vindictive, it's just that she never showed me any affection or nurturing. At the age of ten I was sent away to my first boarding school. Although Dad was opposed to the idea, I think he finally gave in because he probably thought I would be better off since my mother was basically always absent and Dad's business had him away from home almost all the time.
I attended five different boarding schools through high school, getting kicked out of each for bad behavior and poor grades. I followed the classic pattern of a kid who was screaming for the attention he never got while growing up. Once in college I pretty much followed the same pattern, getting thrown out of my first two schools until finally settling down in my Junior year. I think I was just lucky to find a good crowd to hang with, and I started having some steady girlfriends which helped me build my self-confidence. It was during the spring break of that year that I finally found my mother's love which I had been so hungry for my entire childhood.
I drove home from college two days earlier than expected. I had talked with my Dad on the phone the day before and we had a great conversation. He would be returning home from London in a few days, and we were both looking forward to some bonding time. Everything looked pretty normal as I pulled up in the gravel driveway and bounced through the front door.
I called out a loud hello to no one in particular, and remembering that it was Sunday, I realized that the help was off and that there would be no return welcome. As I made my way up the circular staircase, I could hear loud music coming from the master bedroom. I called out but the music really was blaring away with Stairway to Heaven reverberating between the walls. The door to the bedroom was open and I peeked in to find no one there. I could now tell that the music was coming from the master bath and strolled over, calling out as I got closer. I reached the open doorway to the bath and froze in shock at what I saw. There was my mother in the over-sized bathtub with a gentleman friend. She was on top of him slowly moving her hips up and down with her eyes closed and mouth open. With mirrors on the walls around and above them, I got a real eyeful of every inch of Mom's body. She was propping herself up with her arms on either side of the tub rim, and her breasts were slick with water and soap, her nipples rigid. Her firm and perfectly shaped ass was poking out just above the water, then submerging, then surfacing again and again.
I really was frozen in place. I was feeling a range of different emotions all at once - shock, anger, disgust, embarrassment, and most surprisingly, I was instantly turned on. Within about twenty seconds I had a full mast, raging erection.
It was obvious that they were getting close to orgasm as their pace was getting quicker and although I couldn't hear above the music, they seemed to be moaning out loud. Mom's boy-toy happened to open his eyes for a second and saw me standing in the door. I thought he was having a heart attack as he pushed my mother to the side and jumped out of the tub, running for a towel hanging on a hook. As he covered up and ran past me into the bedroom to grab his clothes I noticed he was no older than me, maybe twenty or so.
Mom began to straighten herself up, in shock at such an abrupt end. She hadn't seen me yet and stood up to get out of the tub. As she raised her eyes to the door, her mouth opened in a scream, which I could barely hear over the music. She was desperately trying to cover up with her hands, pointing for me to turn around and leave.
I just stared in shock for another few seconds as Mom continued to mouth objections I could not hear. Finally I forced myself to turn around and walk back into the bedroom. Her interrupted lover was already gone and she finally shut the music off. After a few minutes of deafening silence, Mom slowly walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She was staring at the floor as she sat on the edge of the bed. I could see tears streaming down her cheek and heard her quiet crying.
"My God Jimmy, what you must think of me", she said between her sobs.
I sat down next to her, "Mom, you don't want to know what I think of you. This just confirms to me what a heartless bitch you are, have always been."
"You really do hate me," her sobs now louder.
"Surely that doesn't surprise you. What would you expect after all those years of rejection," I shot back.
I was starting to feel pretty good - superior in this situation. I was holding all the cards while she was showing remorse, and looking very small and vulnerable. Her towel was barely covering her and I realized that I was still sporting a hard-on.
"I never meant to hurt you, Jimmy. I just never knew how to be a mother to you. I was always too scared I would make mistakes. It was so much safer to let someone else watch over you."
"That doesn't cut it, Mom. You've always been self-centered and money grubbing. Marrying a man old enough to be your father for his wealth and status, shipping me off to boarding schools, fucking other men. All you care about is yourself."
Her sobs were now racking her body and I noticed her towel had slipped down, showing most of her right breast. My mouth went dry.
