Author's Notes
I want to offer a sincere thank you to all of you who provided me with the encouragement to continue this story. Your comments made all the difference.
This is the second of three (anticipated) chapters. If you haven't read the first chapter, I hope you will. In brief, the story is about Michael who discovers his mother is everything he wants in a woman, and Ellen who discovers her son's love, and is torn between her love for him and what the world would tell her to do. (Spoiler Alert) After a few trials and tribulations, Chapter One ends with Michael losing his virginity to Ellen.
Chapter Two starts the day after.
As before, constructive criticism is welcome.
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Monday evening Michael studied on campus with a few of his classmates before heading home. Midterms were coming up and, with his lack of focus over the past couple weeks, he was feeling uneasy about the pending exams. If he was being honest with himself, he was also a bit uneasy about being home alone with his dad, given the events of the prior afternoon. He was hoping his dad would be engrossed in football by the time he got there. Parking in his usual spot in front of the house, he noted his dad's truck in the driveway, grabbed his backpack, and headed inside. There was a light on in the kitchen, but the rest of the house was dark. Michael could hear the play-by-play coming from the television in the basement and, realizing he had been holding his breath, he let out a sigh of relief.
Threading his way through the unlit living room to the kitchen, he sat down at the table, pulled his books and laptop from his bag and settled in. As much as he wanted to avoid seeing his dad, his desire to be with his mom was irresistible. Studying in the kitchen ensured he would see her, and maybe they would have a little time alone before the game was over. For that, he was willing to risk an encounter with his dad.
He glanced at the clock on the microwave. She would be home in thirty minutes or so. He pulled up the syllabus for his Economics in Action course and tried to focus, but his mind kept drifting to the prior afternoon when he lost his virginity to one of the relatively few women on the planet to whom he truly shouldn't have. All the same, the few hours they had together were the best hours of his life. Michael was head-over-heels in love with his mother and, although she hadn't said as much, he was reasonably certain the feeling was mutual.
After a while of staring blankly at the words in front of him, it became clear he wouldn't be getting any studying done so, stashing his books away, he examined the contents of the fridge. His mom would be hungry when she got home, and he felt an overwhelming desire to make her happy.
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Thirty minutes later, he was pacing the kitchen, his mind racing:
'How should I greet her? How do you say hi to someone you just made love to for the first time? Is she okay with what we did yesterday? Does she regret it? If she regrets it, can I change her mind? Should I try? What if she wants to make love again? Is my room ready? Am I ready? I should take a shower and shave. But I don't want to look desperate, especially if she wants to put a stop to things. Do I have any mints? Maybe I should offer to massage her legs. Maybe she'll want me to take the lead. But what if I come on too strong? I don't want her to think this is just about sex! What if... What if... What if...'
The garage door rumbled open. Still unclear just what he was going to say, he moved to the mudroom fidgeting uncontrollably. And then he saw her.
In that moment, his anxieties were quelled and, right or wrong, he had no choice but to follow his heart. He wrapped her in his arms and lifted her, spinning her around twice before gently setting her down. Beaming, he looked into her eyes. She was radiant. He leaned in to kiss her and she returned his kiss with a fervor. There was no pretense of caution in their embrace, it was ardent, joyful, loving. Michael held his mom tight, thrilling to her soft curves pressing against him. Ellen reveled in his passion. No man had ever been so amorous, so emotionally open, so clearly ecstatic to see her.
When at last the kiss ended, she leaned back in his arms. "Wow! What did I do to deserve that?" she asked, smiling broadly.
"Everything," he answered, "and nothing at all. You should be greeted like that every day just for being you, mom."
Ellen kissed him again, hard, then extricated herself from his arms. He glimpsed tears welling in her eyes before she turned and led him into the kitchen, still glowing from his welcome. Her voice cracked slightly as she asked, "How much longer will your dad be?"
Michael quietly went downstairs. When he came back from the rec room, his mother was looking composed and digging through the cabinets. "It's the beginning of the third quarter. With all the time outs and first downs he'll probably be down there for another hour or so. Longer if he watches the post-game. And don't bother looking for something to eat, there wasn't much here so I ordered from our Thai place."
"Oh, sweetie, thank you!" She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a peck on the lips. "
Our
place? I like that!"
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The conversation over dinner was lively. When he was younger, he hadn't appreciated how knowledgeable his mother was. Now, he felt he could listen to her all night. After the last of the sticky rice had been eaten and all take-out boxes had been cleared, Michael took her hand and gently kissed her fingers one by one. Kissing her pinkie, he paused and stepped back, looking her over. "Mom, I totally forgot! How are your feet?"
"Honestly? They feel pretty good. I think I'm finally developing some callouses." She proudly lifted a foot to show him.
"Well, what about your calves? If I can't pamper your feet, can I at least massage your calves?"
"Mmmm, that would be nice," she answered, smiling and nodding.
Grabbing a bottle of lotion from beside the kitchen sink, he led her into the living room. Ellen settled on the couch with Michael kneeling at her feet. He rubbed his hands together to warm them up and coat them thoroughly with lotion, and then began working on her leg. He started at her ankle and moved slowly over her calf and up to her knee, being careful to avoid her ticklish spot, then worked his way slowly down again. After three or four passes, he added more lotion to his hands and switched legs, repeating his motions.
Ellen quickly relaxed under his ministrations, laying her head back and sinking deeper into the couch. She knew he enjoyed touching and looking at her legs, and she did nothing to discourage him. Unlike the first massage he had given her, she let her legs relax, unworried about what he might see. And when his hands wandered above her knees and below her dress, she didn't protest, delighting in his attention instead.
Michael was in heaven as he worked her thighs. He truly wanted to give her a real massage, working out the knots and relaxing her muscles, but he couldn't help but get turned on as his hands moved higher with each pass. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs as his hands came within an inch or two of her panties. His mom's legs spread wider, and she moaned as the side of his hand lightly brushed against the satiny gusset covering her womanhood. He worked her upper thigh for ages, rhythmically pressing into her pussy over and over until her hips started to roll in time with his hands. Not wanting her to cum just yet, he stopped and moved to her other leg, massaging slowly up from her knee. He heard her whimper softly. By the time his hands were brushing against her panties again, she was soaked, and her hips were bucking uncontrollably, desperate for contact.
Michael was on a mission now, and it didn't involve letting his mother rub one off against the side of his hand. With his hands still beneath her skirt, he let go of her thigh and grabbed onto her hips.
