Friday afternoon I threw a few things in my gym bag and ran out of the dorm to my car. "A few things" included a couple of changes of clothing, my toiletries, and oh, condoms and lubricant. To say I was rock hard and ready would be a massive understatement. I thought I was a shoo-in to fuck Mom that weekend and I wanted to be ready for any eventuality, as long as it included tons of fucking.
On the drive home, I reflected on where we were, Mom and I, and how we had gotten there. I wasn't sure which of us had taken the initiative. I guess I may have taken the first step, but then maybe she had, so I concluded it must have been a mutual endeavor. That's often the case in seduction, but especially so when Mother and Son are involved. How many women in your life have you wanted to fuck, but just couldn't bring yourself to make the first move? How many women do you think have wanted to fuck you, but couldn't bring themselves to send the first concrete signal? I'm guessing it's a lot, because that's life.
Add your Mother into the mix. I suspect every Mother has thought of her Son in a sexual way at one time or another, and it probably came when it was obvious he was having sex with a girlfriend. Then Mom has had to think, "I wonder if he's a good lover?" That leads her to imagine him in the saddle. It just seems natural.
We all know that every Son has thought (obsessed) over fucking his Mother. That's a given. The old joke is, 99% of men admit they have, in their lives, wanted to fuck their Mothers. The remaining 1% are liars.
So between and Mother and Son, the fire is laid, the tender is ready, and all that's left is for there to be a spark. Making that first move, though, is fraught with perceived danger, which causes paralysis and is the reason only about ten to 15 percent of men have successfully gotten where we all have wanted to be. Simply put, all the fire needs is a spark, and all that's required for the spark is for someone to make the first move. But we're all afraid to send the first strong signal.
The perceived danger that both parties feel, I tell you, lies in your heads and not in reality. Think about it. If the Son makes the first move, Mom is not going to narc him out to Dad. She is not going to throw him out of the house. She knows that is part of a man's development, she has always protected her Son, and she's going to react accordingly. Likely, she'll rebuff the first overt advance. But if the Son persists, showing her that he really loves her and wants her for the right reasons, that she is not just a convenient plaything, then the result can be different.
On the other hand, women in general and Mothers especially, are much more subtle in their signals. Maybe her hugs are a little longer and tighter. Maybe her kisses are a little more passionate. Maybe her looks are a little more lingering. Is she indicating she might be receptive to an advance? Well, you won't know if you don't try. If you're going to try once, you have to be prepared for a long campaign. Mom won't jump into the sack with you the first time you ask, but I guarantee after you ask the first time, she's thinking about it.
All that ran through my head as I drove and the conclusion was that I didn't care how we had gotten there. I was going to fuck the shit out of Mom this weekend.
When I pulled into the driveway, Dad was already loading his gear into the back of his SUV and was clearly excited to be going for the weekend. I didn't remember if he was going fishing or going hunting, but I was more excited than he was. That I know. After talking with him for as short a time as I could get away with, I turned to rush in the house. He stopped me.
"Thanks for spending the weekend with your Mom while I'm gone. She's excited about it, and has a surprise for you."
I thought, "I don't know what surprise she told you about, but the real surprise would be if you knew what we're going to be doing as soon as you pull out of the driveway." But, of course, I didn't say that.
My hard dick and I found Mom standing at the kitchen counter when we went in. I went up behind her, hugged her tightly, and pushed my dick against her butt. She whispered, "I have a surprise for you," and then, just as I was getting ready to whisper in her ear what I thought the surprise would be, the world came crashing down.
"Hi, Squirt," I heard from the door to the family room.
I let go of Mom and turned around. There she was, my older Sister by two years, Debbie. She was a younger version of Mom and had been the subject of many of my teen-aged yearnings, just as Mom had been, but at that point I didn't care.
Cock. Blocked. What the holy pluperfect fuck?
"Debbie. What are you doing here?" She had graduated from college already and had her first job as a product engineer, living about four or five hours away. She was so busy with her job and her social life, I guess, that we had not seen her for almost half a year.
"It's my home too, you know," she laughed as she walked in to give me a big hug and then kissed me on the cheek. Her breasts were bigger than average, and I felt them squeezed between us. I hugged her back. My diamond-hard cock, of course, had deflated when I heard her speak. She continued. "I was talking to Mom and she said Dad was going away for the weekend and you might be coming to stay, so I thought it would be fun to have a weekend at home. Just the three of us. Don't you think that will be fun?"
"Oh, yeah," I said as we pulled away from our hug. "Sure. It'll be a blast. I'm glad you came." What I was really thinking was, "Are you fucking shitting me? I was going to fuck Mom and now you've screwed up everything. Not the first time you've cock-blocked me."
Dad came in about that time to tell us all goodbye. "I'm sorry I won't be home, Debbie. Maybe you can come back soon when I'm here, OK? Promise?"
She gave him a big hug and kiss. "Sure, Dad. I'm sorry it worked out this way. I'll come back real soon and we can have some special bonding time. I promise."
"Special bonding time?" What the hell did that mean? I had never considered that Debbie might have the same feelings for Dad that I had for Mom. Could that be? But since the scales had been lifted from my eyes with the progress I had made, I thought, with Mom, maybe.... Anyway, what the fuck?
We ordered pizza and settled in for a movie night. I kept trying to get Mom alone so I could ask her what was going on but, as usual, my Sister was in the way. Mom ended up sitting on the couch and Debbie and I were sitting on the floor, eating our pizza and drinking beer. After a few beers, I got up to go and pee and, when I got back, I sat on the floor at Mom's feet and leaned my head back against her knees. Mom reached down to scratch my head, and I couldn't help it, I moaned.
"Our little Stevie feeling a little neglected?" Debbie said as she got up to go and relieve some beers, too. "Those college girls aren't as horny and easy as you had hoped?"
When she left, I jumped up and kissed Mom, and she responded as I had wanted.
"What, Mom? Why'd you invite Debbie?"
"Oh, Honey. I didn't. I told her you were coming, and it was her idea. I'm glad she came, though. I've been missing her, and we can have a good weekend together." Her voice got softer. "Besides, Stevie. Don't you think we have gotten a little out of hand? I just don't think I can do what you want, My Love. I've never done anything to hurt your Father, and I can't start now - especially with you."
I looked in her face and I know the surprise and hurt showed. She hugged me. "Oh, Steve. I love you so much. I just don't want to hurt you, or anybody. Don't hate me. I've had a lot on my mind. We'll talk more later, but let's just go on as we are, but no more. Okay?"
"I love you, Mom. I don't want to hurt you, either. Whatever you want."
We heard Debbie as she entered the room. Guiltily, I guess, Mom and I kind of jumped apart and I sat back down on the floor. Then it was Mom's turn to go. I studiously avoided looking at Debbie while I focused on the TV screensaver, then she elbowed me so I would look at her. She didn't say anything, but gave me her trademarked one-eyebrow-raised look. I know I must have blushed bright red - my face was burning - and then Mom came back.
After the movie, Debbie said she was tired from the drive and we all went to our bedrooms. A couple of hours later I was asleep and I heard my cellphone vibrate with an incoming call. It was Mom.
"Are you okay, Honey?" she whispered. "You mad with me?"
