Well this sucked. I was scoping out our new, tiny apartment which took all of ten seconds to absorb. My father, Bjorn, and mother, Rose, had recently spilt. I'm Anders, 19 years old, blond, 5'10" (178 cm) and a bit stocky. My mother was also blonde with a round face and a bit of extra weight on her hips and thighs. She had just turned 40 when my father walked out.
We'd been renting a small house but with our now reduced circumstances, my mother and I had moved into a cheap apartment. The living room and dining room were basically the same room and both the kitchen and bathroom were small. All the doors were cheap, not even wooden. Just some cheap panelling stuffed with what looked to be wood chips, judging by the gash in the bathroom door. At least there were two bedrooms.
My mother looked around and sighed. "Well Andy, this is going to be our life for the next little while."
She was already depressed so I didn't want to say anything too negative. "Don't worry Mom. We'll make the best of it. And Dad hadn't been very good company these past few years." That part was true. He'd grown increasingly withdrawn and irritable and I just tried to avoid him, which he seemed content with.
My mother on the other hand had always been cheerful and affectionate. She'd often touch my arm when we talked, there were lots of hugs and she greeted and bade farewell to family members with a brief kiss on the lips.
She smiled. "You're right Andy. He hadn't been and we'll be better off without him. But it's going to be a tough adjustment and I miss our old house already."
"Me too Mom, but it could have been worse." I didn't know exactly how but it seemed a comforting thing to say and she didn't challenge me on it. I gave her a hug and she hugged back strongly. Our bodies were pressed together and I could feel her breasts flattened out against my chest. Then I felt myself starting to get hard so I backed my hips away. I couldn't tell if she noticed but she broke the hug, caressed my cheek, tousled my hair and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
"Looks like you'll be the only one I can kiss for a while."
"That's OK Mom. Do you think you'll start dating anytime soon?"
"I don't know. It does seem too soon but I've always had a man in my life so I'll miss having that."
I could sort of imagine what "that" referred to but I didn't want to venture down that alley. Yoiks, it was my Mom.
In the next several days we began settling in. As this was a considerable downsize, there was a three-way split on our furniture. One part moved in with us, another got put into storage and the rest we sold. There was just enough money from my mother's pay to cover the rent and bills. Once my father started coming through with support payments, we'd be able to afford a car and then some small luxuries like the occasional restaurant and new clothes. In the meantime it was permanent home cooking and second hand shops.
A big drawback of the new place became evident in the first few days. I'd been doing my jerking off in the shower but at 19, once a day isn't always enough. So one night I was taking care of business in my bed. I'm not noisy but the bed wasn't completely silent, my breathing may have been elevated and then there was the "unghh" I let out when I came. No big deal; nothing to even notice; except just after that I heard my mother in her room softly cough. Fuck. These walls were more like amps.
I couldn't be sure she heard me but I assumed she knew I masturbated so even if she did, it shouldn't be that big a deal. Still, who wants their mother to know exactly when they're jerking off? And when they come.
I kept up with the shower routine and tried to be extra quiet at night. Mom never let on about anything so I didn't worry about it. Then one night I heard sounds coming from her room. Nothing loud but some audible panting and the occasional sloshing sound. Yikes, Mom was jerking off too. I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise but I'd never given a thought to her sexual side. Nor did I want to. But I could be as mature as she so I wouldn't mention it.
I didn't hear her again until a few nights later. This time I paid closer attention and found myself getting hard. Both the panting and sloshing seemed a bit louder and I started touching myself. And at that age genital touches are like Pringle's Potato Chips. One is never enough. So I started jerking off too and didn't pay any attention to the bed noises. When I heard a soft "ahhh" from her room, that pushed me over the edge and I answered with a muffled grunt.
In the morning and during the day life carried on as normal. She went to her job and I had classes at a city technical college. There I was majoring in law and real estate but I'd taken a culinary course as an optional seeing as how we had to cook all our own meals. My mother had also taken to giving my kisses in the morning as she left and in the evenings whenever we returned home. While they were on the mouth they didn't last long and there was nothing overtly sexual to them.
Nighttimes were a little different though. I soon figured out that if I went to bed a few minutes after her, it wouldn't take long before I heard her stroking herself. And while I had zero thoughts of getting sexual with her, her sounds always got me horny and I'd start jerking along with her. She never acknowledged that she could also hear me but I had to assume that she did.
I didn't want my mother sexually. I must have told myself that a thousand times. Geez, what guy (present company excluded) does? But with 19 year old hormone levels, hearing any woman touching her pussy is bound to turn you on. It did me. I'd imagine it to be some other woman but I couldn't always pull that off convincingly. After I'd come I'd always feel kind of squeamish but since there were never any consequences, I got used to it and over time the squeamishness diminished.
In the meantime I got a girlfriend. She was in my real estate class and we went to parties around the college. I couldn't afford to take her on real dates and we only had sex a couple of times -- once in someone's bedroom at a college party and once standing up in her parent's garage. She didn't seem too impressed at our digs the one time I invited her over for tea and she soon dropped me for some other guy in our class who drove a Mercedes.
My mother too had gotten into the dating world. There were a couple of one date onlies with jerks before she met one guy, Trevor, she seemed to care about. They'd gone out a few times when she eventually invited him back to our apartment. He was good-looking in a conventional way, sort of like an actor in a supporting role on a TV series. And he looked to be mid-30s so a few years younger than her.
Trevor seemed surprised at my age when we first met. "Hi Andy. You're older than I expected."
"Hello Trevor, nice to meet you. I sometimes act like an immature jerk so you must have been reckoning my age from some of my Mom's stories."
I have to admit I was impressed by what I came out with. Usually I get tongue-tied but I didn't take to the insinuation that someone must have been lying about my age. Or hers. I decided to make it an early night. "Classes". It wasn't long before I heard them in Mom's bedroom. Whispers and muffled voices that didn't sound especially amorous. When there was a moment of silence I decided to cough.
Then, slightly louder muffled voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying but I did hear him get up and exit the bedroom. At the door to our apartment I heard my mother say "Sorry Trevor, see you soon. Trevor's reply was less audible.
I remained in my bed and heard my mother sit down on the sofa. My room was adjacent to the living room and my bed and the sofa were against the same thin wall. For a few minutes all I could hear was my mother's breathing. Then, what sounded like soft, suppressed sobs. I felt I should do something but didn't want to intrude on a vulnerable moment. On the other hand, maybe she'd appreciate some support. After a bit of dithering, I got up and went to her. I was in my usual bedtime gear -- T-shirt and cotton pyjama bottoms with an elastic waistband and no opening at the crotch. Comfortable enough but it meant I had to pull them down to piss and they did a horrible job at hiding an erection. Fortunately that wasn't a concern at the present.
My mother looked up and I sat down beside her. She was in pants but with a pyjama top, as though Trevor had gotten her blouse off before leaving.
"Hi Mom. Is everything OK?"
Kind of a stutter sob. "No. Trevor left and I don't think I'll be seeing him again."
"Why not? Anything you care to talk about?"
"Oh, why not. You're just about all I have left in this world."
"That's not entirely true Mom. You have a big family, friends and your job."
"Yes, but they're not around when I need them most. I'm sorry to say Anders but that burden falls on you."
"It's no burden Mom. I know it's tough times now but I'll try to help out however I can. And Trevor sounds like he must have been a jerk. What happened?"
"Thanks Andy. You're too sweet with me. Trevor got cold feet because he thought you'd hear us through the walls. Plus, he didn't seem to like the fact that I had a 19 year old son living with me."
"Well, not much we can do about the walls for now." She looked at me and smiled. "And he knew you had a son so I would have thought that 19 was better than nine. You know, flying the coop lot sooner."
"Oh those walls! Yes, we do hear things we normally wouldn't. But we've coped well with that don't you think? As for Trevor, he may have thought I was too young to have had a 19 year old."
"Geez Mom. Didn't he know your age?"
"Well, he may have thought I was more like mid-30s than 40." Rueful smile here.
"His loss Mom."
A nicer smile and she caressed my cheek. "You said it Andy. As I told you, you're too sweet to me."
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and got up. "Andy, if you don't mind staying up with me, I'm going to get changed. Be right back."
I felt a bit strange. This looked to be unknown territory. I most certainly didn't think that anyone was trying to seduce anyone but being the designated comforter coupled with a late night talk was new to me.
I thought more of my mother. She had a pretty face though it wasn't to my tastes. I liked the leaner, high cheekbones look. But I could see why Trevor would have pegged her for several years younger than she was. No blemishes or wrinkles and she smiled a lot. I wondered about her allusions to the thinness of the walls but reckoned it meant nothing more than acknowledging the obvious.
That led me into wondering what she looked like naked. From one of her bathing suits she wore a few years back, I could tell that she had puffy, curly, blonde pubic hair. She only wore the suit once until my father pointed out that her pubes were sticking out. Her hips were a bit wide, her stomach had a small bulge and her breasts were about average from what I could tell, though they sometimes seemed a little flattened. All in all, while her body look wasn't my ideal, she probably looked good enough in the flesh. But why was I even wondering? I didn't actually want to see her naked, did I?
This reverie was broken by my mother's reappearance. She was her pyjamas -- off-white long-sleeved top and a pant-like bottom made of something artificial. Rayon or nylon or some other --on. No bra apparently and in the light I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting son."
I laughed. "I hope it was worth the wait." She laughed too.
She sat down beside me. "Here, I could use a little cuddle."
I put my arm around her shoulders and she nestled into my chest; her right arm around my stomach. She issued a long "Mmm" and I squeezed her shoulder. She responded by rubbing my side and hugged me harder. I was now beginning to get hard but she wouldn't notice unless she looked down.
"Well Andy, it's just the two of us for now."
I hugged her again and ran my hand down her back to her hip. "Yes Mom. We'll get through this and better days are ahead."
She sat up and put her left arm around my neck while she rubbed my chest with her right. "My dear, sweet boy. I don't know what I'd do without you." Then she kissed my cheek a couple of times before planting one on my mouth. It only lasting a couple of seconds, a bit longer than the hello and goodbye ones.
"Oh, I think I miss kissing, and being kissed, as much as I miss sex." I blinked. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you Andy."
"No." That lie came easily. "And you can kiss me whenever you like." I skipped the part of kissing her in return."
"Really? You know how much I like kissing. A lot."
I could see that's I'd taken a wrong turn but damned if I was going to acknowledge it. That was as bad as asking for directions (if that even makes sense to the GPS generation). "No Mom. Whenever you need to."
"Or want to? Like now?" She was looking me dead in the eyes, our faces just a few inches apart. It was so obvious what this meant. I nodded.
She moved in with both her hands around my head. At the last second she turned her head slightly and our lips met. At first just some solid contact and then she began moving her lips. I followed her lead. It felt like several minutes but was probably 15 seconds or so. She broke it off.
"Oh Andy, thanks so much for that. I'm sorry if I overdid it."
She had overdone it but I didn't want to tell her that. "It's OK Mom. Heat of the moment and all that."
"Well I'd best be off to bed now. That got me a little...oh, never mind." She got up and now saw my tented pyjamas. Then she blew me a kiss that looked aimed at my groin, and was off. I sat there a while trying to figure out my feelings. I didn't want to have sex with her -- that much was for sure. But hearing her masturbate was kind of a turn-on and tonight's hugging and kissing felt nice. But I half feared it would lead to more and I wasn't sure how far I wanted to take it.
More kissing? OK. French kissing? Maybe. I loved French kissing but with my Mom? Maybe. I suspected it would head that way so I'd see at the time. Touching her breast? If it stopped there I suppose. Her pussy? NO! Her touching my cock? No, but hard to resist if it came to that. But that would call for reciprocation so no.
I got up to go to bed and had just taken a couple of steps when I heard that sloshing sound. Her bedroom was at the end of a short, five foot hallway with the bathroom on one side and my room on the other. I stopped outside her door and listened closer. I could hear the breathing and sloshing quite clearly and it got me even harder. So I dropped my pyjama bottoms and started stroking. Her sloshing sounds were getting louder and faster and her breathing was now mixed with soft moans. I was getting close and when I heard a sudden "OHHHH!" from her room, I came too.
I tried to contain it all in my hands but some must have dripped out. I stepped back into my room and cursed the creaky flooring. Back in bed I got out the Kleenex and cleaned my hands off. Then I felt post-orgasmic regret and drifted off.
Next morning at breakfast my mother looked rueful. "Andy, I want to apologize for getting carried away like that last night. I wanted to give you a kiss but I came on too strong."
Decision time. Should I accept the apology and hope we'd leave it in the past? That would be the smart and reasonable course of action. But if a similar moment should ever arise, it would make it awkward as hell. Better to share the blame.
"Mom, we both got carried away. You didn't see me resisting you. Anyway, it was just a kiss. Let's not make too big a deal of it."
She looked at me uncertainly. "Are you sure Anders? I'm the one who's supposed to be responsible and I'd hate to think I pressured you into anything."
"Mom. You're not the only adult in this dump. As I said, it was just a kiss. Let's not make it into anything bigger."
Now she smiled. "OK then son. But now I have to rush off. Goodbye kiss?" It was just one of the usual quick ones. That was a relief. I hate family dramas.
The next few days were fairly normal. The goodbye/hello kisses were standard practice and we usually sat together on the sofa with some minor cuddling. And we kept up with the never-acknowledged nighttime masturbation sessions.
But I expected that the normalcy wouldn't last and it didn't. We were watching TV and I had my arm around her. "So Anders, if the kisses were no big deal, does that mean we can do it again sometime?"
Sigh. "Well, yeah, I suppose so."
"Like right now?" She looked up at me. "I'd really like to kiss you again."
What could I say? I had enjoyed those kisses but I would have been fine had she never again raised the matter. Any reluctance would mean hurt feelings and awkwardness.
"Mom, I'd love you to kiss me."
Her lips were on mine a millisecond later and the lip action started right away. No tongue but I had a feeling that day wasn't far off. I had another feeling too and since I was in my pyjamas, it was showing. The kiss went on for a lot longer this time, maybe 30 seconds. It was my mother who broke it.
"That was wonderful Andy. But please do stop me if I've gone too far."
"It was fine Mom. I enjoyed it too."
I guess that "fine" was too lame an adjective because I got a look. But she went back to kissing me again. This time it was only about 10 seconds but there was lots of lip movement and I could feel her saliva on my mouth.
"Was that 'fine' too?"
"Yes, much better than fine. So was the first one."
"Well I think that's enough for one night but let's cuddle a while before bedtime."
She moved closer with her head on my chest and my arm around her. This gave her a close-up look at my protruding pyjamas. She didn't say anything but kept her gaze fixed there. In that position I couldn't do much to adjust so just tried, unsuccessfully, to will it down. The cuddle felt nice but I was as embarrassed as hell.
Finally my mother got up, gave me quick goodnight kiss and called out "Sweet dreams."
I waited for her to go to bed and looked forward to jerking off to her sounds. But not the one I heard. It was a loud, a very loud buzzing. I guess that vibrators are much quieter now but some of the 80s versions could wake a neighborhood. Which this one did. The buzzing had only lasted a few seconds when I heard a thumping on the floor and a man's voice shouting "Turn it off. Now!" The buzzing stopped and I didn't hear anything else.
Next morning over breakfast my mother shook her head. "I guess you heard everything." I nodded.
"That was so embarrassing. From now on I'm going to take the stairs to the seventh floor (we were on the 9th) so if I ever run into whoever that was, he won't suspect me of being the one."
I laughed at this. "But Andy, I apologize if I embarrassed you too. But now I'm running late so we'll talk about it this evening."
Frankly, I could do without the talk, though I was kind of curious what she'd say. She waited on that until we were in our pyjamas watching television.
'So Andy, about last night's incident."
"This isn't easy to say but since we're both adults, I hope you can handle it."
Laying it a bit thick I thought, but I was curious where it was headed. "Yup."
"OK, good. Now, we both know we masturbate." No beating around the bush there. Sorry, I just couldn't resist that line.
"I can hear you and I'm sure you can hear me even when I try to keep quiet. Are you with me so far?"
"Last night was an embarrassment and I'll never use that damned thing again. But at least it brought everything into the open."
She looked to see if I was following. I nodded. "Okay."
"What I'm trying to say is that it should be no big deal when one of us has to masturbate. We're both at our sexual peaks and having to live in such close quarters, well, it isn't easy keeping these activities discreet. So, no teasing or smirks or anything that might make either of us uncomfortable. Fair enough?"
"Sure, I guess so. I mean, why not?" I wasn't sure what this entailed but it didn't sound too risky.
"Good then. Now shut up and kiss me." Said with a laugh. We started kissing again and when I reminded myself it was with my mother, it felt weird. So I avoided that though and just enjoyed the kiss. Still no tongue but our lips were wet and once again it got me hard. Mom broke it off and got up to go to bed. And again looked directly at my tented pyjamas.
"Bedtime for me Andy. It looks like I'm not the only one who needs to take care of business" gesturing to my crotch.
"Mo-om." She smiled and like last night, blew a kiss in the direction of my crotch. "Sweet dreams son."
I knew the routine well. Give her a few minutes, go to bed, wait for the sloshing, and jerk along with her. I still didn't want to have sex with her but this dancing on the edge was titillating. The sloshing sounded a bit louder tonight, as was the breathing and moaning. I didn't make as much noise but my bed creaked. Before long I heard the "Ooohh" and with a couple more quick strokes, I came too. Faintly through the walls, "Sweet dreams Andy."
There were no TV nights for a few days. I had one night course, my mother had a night out with her office colleagues and I had a night out with some college folks. Just being around them reminded me of how weird the situation was at home. Making out with my mother and openly talking about masturbations, listening to one another do it -- it felt weird. But I kind of missed the make-out sessions and was looking forward to the next one. Which happened to be Friday. I was so looking forward to it that I even turned down an invite to a college party.
My mother give me an extended, director's cut of a kiss when I got home Friday. She was giddy as she prepared the dinner and wanted to get into TV mode as soon as we finished dinner. "TV and pyjama time Andy."
I got changed and sat down, waiting for my mother. This time, instead of her usual long sleeves and bottoms, this pair was a two-piece one with tight shorts and a flimsy, frilly top that left a good deal of her midriff exposed. And definitely no bra.
"Het, I like the new look Mom."
"Oh, you've seen these before. But I wanted a change from dowdy. Anyway, I've missed our kisses. Can we start before we watch TV?"
"Ah, sure I guess."
She knelt on the sofa against me and wrapped both her arms around my head. Her kisses were really wet but still no tongue. I was happy to respond and we must have gone on for a good minute or two. My own priorities confused me. She always initiated the kisses but I was never the one to break them off. As she did this time with glowing eyes and a happy smile.
"That was nice Andy. Are you sure you don't mind?"
"No, I'm enjoying them too."
"Good. We can have more while we watch TV if you like."
Now I was starting to have second thoughts. I did enjoy the kisses but if tonight turned into a prolonged make-out session, would it only be just that? And what about other nights? Would this wind up being the high point? Doubtful. I felt that if I agreed to more kissing, I was proceeding down a road where the exits were few and uninviting. So either I took that exit now, or...
There was some detective show on. When the first commercial came she looked over but we didn't do anything. For the second I got up to get a glass of water. "You want one Mom?"
"All right then" said without much enthusiasm. Maybe that was because we couldn't afford to drink anything that cost anything, or maybe...
By the time the third commercial came on she spoke up. "Andy, maybe we can do something to pass the time during these commercials."
I knew what that meant. "Maybe we could." She leaned into me and started to kiss. Mouths slightly opened but still no tongue. Plenty of saliva though which I had to admit felt exciting.
After that it was every commercial. Sometimes we varied with little quick kisses around each other's face. There were another couple of shows so all in all we had about ten make-out sessions. For the last one she put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me hard.
"Thanks so much for this Andy. But now it's bedtime and I just know we're going to sleep well."
She used the bathroom first and I noticed that after I'd brushed my teeth, her bedroom door was partly open. I decided to leave mine half ajar too. The sloshing started right away and her moaning was a bit louder. I was stroking slowly and trying to listen in. Her moaning hit a crescendo and as it devolved into a short series of "Ohhs", I gave an extra jerk and came too with and "Uhhnggh".
The next day at breakfast there was the usual question. "Andy, I enjoyed our kisses but did I come on too strong?"
By now I knew I was never going to suggest she had. "No Mom. Remember, I kissed back. And we hadn't kissed for a few days so we were making up for lost time."
"That's right. But in the morning I always feel so conflicted. I'm fine during the day but at night my feelings get stronger and, well, sometimes I think I'm forcing myself on you. Then I feel awful in the morning."
I didn't exactly disagree with her. She always instigated but I never rebuffed. And even though it was with my mother, I was getting to look forward to the kisses.
"Mom, as you mentioned, we're living in close proximity and we're having to make do for now. If the kisses help, that's fine. And I've liked them."
"Thanks Andy. If you're sure. But if I ever get carried away, don't be afraid to tell me no. I want what's best for you but sometimes at night, well, these feelings..."
We left it at that and didn't see much of each other during the day. I had some running around and that night there was another college party and I didn't want to miss two in a row.
The party was at a house shared by five guys from college. It wasn't bad and they only asked for 50 cents a beer (mid 80s prices). But the male-female ratio was around 3:1 so by the time I'd spent the two bucks I could afford. I called it a night.
I got home around midnight and my mother had already gone to bed. But evidently, not to sleep.
From her bedroom, "Hi Andy. How was the party?
"OK I guess. I'm going to pack it in now."
"How about a goodnight kiss?"
I waited a few moments until it was obvious I had to enter her room. She was under the covers.
"Lean down Andy. I can't very well get up because I'm not wearing anything."
Nice of her to put that thought in my mind. I blame the beers because I responded with "Well you could, but I'll just lean over." We kissed for maybe 30 seconds and for a change, I broke it off.
"Mmmm, that was sweet Andy. So maybe next time I don't have to feel so shy about getting up?"
Yoiks. "Goodnight Mom."
The next morning, Sunday, I was making toast when my mother came up behind me and gave me a hug. Her arms were around my chest and she pressed her body hard against mine. I could feel her squashed breasts on my back and she started running her hand around my chest and stomach while nuzzling the back of my neck. That gave me an erection and I tried to keep myself facing the counter, but Mom was having none of that.
"Turn around and give me a hug Andy."
I did, but tried to keep it to the upper body so she wouldn't feel my erection. But again, Mom was having none of that. She moved closer and as I was pinned against the counter, there was no escape.
"Andy, put your arms right around me."
Obedient as always, I did. She was now clutching me with her head turned sideways against my chest. My cock was pressed against her lower stomach and she was moving her hips from side to side; just subtly enough to maintain plausible deniability. Finally she broke and gave me a kiss.
"Good morning Andy."
I was blushing and she could tell. "Oh Andy, are you worried about THAT?", nodding in the direction of my erect cock.
I nodded back.
"Did you hear me complaining?"
"I enjoyed it. It's very flattering that a man can get aroused from hugging me."
I blushed even more. "And Andy, maybe you're embarrassed because it's so apparent. Would it help if I told you that hugging you and feeling you against me made me very wet?"
It was kind of nice to hear, but..."Geez Mom. You didn't have to tell me that. Or say anything really."
"Andy, remember that talk we had about being adults at our sexual peaks?"
Back to the nod.
"Well there's nothing wrong about becoming aroused. When that happens neither of us is doing anything bad. You know, I usually get wet during our kissing sessions. And I know your, er, you get hard then as well. Nothing wrong with that. And I secretly enjoy seeing you hard."
I was thinking "Secretly? Yeah, right." I was also looking at her more closely and realized she was looking better than she had in ages. Thanks to our poverty diet she must have lost around 10 pounds. That's didn't exactly make her svelte but to my mind she was looking more womanly and less mom-ly. Meanwhile, I'd been making a few mumbled sounds as it seemed easier to let her continue.
"So from now on, you don't get embarrassed when you have an erection. It's natural and means you're healthy. And your old Mom enjoys seeing it."
Finally I was able to scurry away and went about some chores and homework. That evening was another TV and pyjamas session. With kissing of course. We didn't break any new ground but kissing during commercials was now an established practise. At the end of the last program she leaned over and kissed me hard while running her hand up and down my left side. I'd been going from erect to semi most of the evening but this last kiss got me quite stiff. On one of the passes of her hand, the inside of her wrist grazed my cock. She didn't say anything but took her hand away and gave me a big smile.
"Alright Andy. You've gotten me aroused enough that I need to finish the rest of the evening in my bed. If I stay here any longer I'm going to soak right through to the sofa."
"Mom! You're getting to be incorrigible."
"You're right. And I like it like that." Looking now at my erection she continued "And I'm not the only one who'll need to take of things. You have a good night now. I know I will."
I didn't know what to think. I recognized that I enjoyed the kissing even though it seemed a little perverse that it was with my mother. Something must be wrong as I'd die of shame if any of my friends knew what was going on. But hell, it was just the two of us and nobody needed to know. I sensed that things might go farther and wasn't sure how I felt about that. Full-on sex -- no! But French kissing and petting? Maybe.
The next week things were fairly normal until Thursday. We were watching TV when my mother told me of a visit from my Aunt Anita. I wasn't sure if she was a real aunt. She was from Chile and had a kid with a nephew or cousin of my grandfather Rasmus. "Aunt" just seemed the easiest term to use.
"She was in town and I hadn't seen her for ages so she gave me a call and we had lunch together."
"How's she doing?" I didn't know her well having met her just a couple of times. She seemed nice enough and was pretty.
"Oh, fine. Kind of giggly. And she loves to talk. Gossip too."
"What sort of gossip?"
"Oh, I don't know that I'm supposed to share it with you."
Since I didn't know Aunt Anita well, I wasn't too curious about her gossip. But it sounded like my mother was egging me on to ask.
"Up to you. I don't care for gossip but it's like The National Enquirer. It's garbage but sometimes I take a look."
"Well let me think about it. But when she was leaving we went to kiss goodbye and as usual I kissed her on the mouth. She looked surprised and explained that in Chile, kissing like that was always on the cheek. And then she kissed me on the mouth. I was so surprised and seeing as how her racy gossip had turned me on, I almost Frenched her."
"That racy gossip you can't tell me about?" Now I was getting more curious.
"I said I'd think about it."
"And what's with the Frenching? You're not bi are you?"
She laughed. "No, not really. But I did fool around with my college roommate a couple of times."
Wow! This was news. "Really? What did you do?"
"Well, we were sharing a room so eventually masturbation came up. Something like with us here. We'd hear one another but never mention it. Then one night she asked if we could do it with the lights on. She had always seemed shy so I was taken aback. But I was curious to see her naked since she was from Hong Kong and I'd never seen an Asian woman naked. And it turned out she was curious to see a blonde woman naked."
I didn't want to interrupt so just gazed, wide-eyed.
"So the lights were on and I started to touch myself. But Ry-Ting wanted a better look so we moved our beds close together and watched each other. She was fascinated by my blonde pubic hair and asked if she could touch it. You can figure out the rest. Touching led to fingering and we brought each other off. It was exciting but we went back to normal until a couple of nights before she had to return to Hong Kong."
"She asked if we could do it once more. This time it led to oral and we wound up 69-ing. So now you know about your mother's lesbian experience."
"Wow Mom. That's quite the story. I had no idea you'd done anything like that."
"You'd be surprised what roommates get up to. And mothers don't usually tell their sons of their sexual past. But since we're living in close quarters and have become closer, I thought you could handle it."
"Well thanks for that. Now I have this picture in my mind of you and Miss Hong Kong."
"Hey, does that mean you're imagining your mother in a sexually explicit position?"
Blushing again, "No, I mean, I didn't mean it like that."
"Don't be embarrassed Andy. We can't control our fantasies and if you want to imagine your mother getting licked by a sexy Asian woman, well, enjoy it."
I was imagining just that but didn't feel like admitting to it. "I'll keep that in mind Mom. But now I want to watch this program." I wasn't sure what program was on but this level of intimacy was unsettling.
There were the usual kisses during the evening and at the end of it my mother asked "Andy, what do you think about French kissing?"
"I like it, but why do you ask?" As if I didn't know.
"I was wondering if you think we could give it a try?"
"I don't know Mom. Let me think about it."
"You do that." She gave me one last kiss and then a big, doggy-style lick from my chin to my nose, laughing when she finished. "Don't worry, the real thing will be better."
Friday after school I hung out with some classmates and didn't get home till around midnight. I'd had a couple of beers and since I don't have a great capacity, I was light-headed but far from drunk. My mother had gone to bed but called me for a goodnight kiss.
As before, I entered her room. This time she sat up, the covers falling to her waist. It was dark so I could only see shapes but that was enough to tell she was naked. We started with a sloppy kiss and then I felt her tongue around my lips. I licked her tongue and soon our tongues were in each other's' mouth. It was heady stuff and I had to resist the urge to fondle her breast which was only inches away. She had run her arm down my back and it was now resting on my behind.
I leaned over a little more and ran my hand around her back, letting her know that I knew she was naked. She squeezed my ass and pulled my head towards her. Finally she broke off to come up for air. "Whew! That was intense. Thanks so much for it Andy. But now I need to... you know. So goodnight and thanks again."
I straightened up to leave and was glad I was wearing jeans. In that light my erection wouldn't be noticeable. As I was leaving, "Oh Andy, you can leave my door open. And why don't you leave yours open too?"
"Really? Goodnight Mom."
Our doors were at right angles so even when open, you wouldn't have been able to see the other's room. But sound, not sight, was the operative sense here. No sooner had I undressed then I could hear her pleasuring sounds. The sloshing, the sighing and the low moans. I'm not noisy but the small sounds and bed creaks made it clear what I was up to. As we had before, we both came around the same time. I'd waited till I heard her final "Ohhh" and then I spurted with my usual grunt.
It was mid-morning when I awoke and I thought about last night's events. I reckoned that French kissing would now be the norm. That was OK, nice even. But what of that obscured nudity? I had my answer soon enough.
I'd thrown on a robe to go take my shower. The bathroom faced my room and I had to cross in front of my mother's room. There she was, standing and facing me in all her naked glory. I didn't say anything, just nodded. In the shower I considered that she must have timed it. She heard me get up and then as I made my way to the bathroom, she was standing, waiting for me to see.
Time for more mixed feelings. It was all kinds of tempting but I felt like it was heading somewhere I'd regret. On the other hand. she looked pretty good naked. Those wide hips and bushy blonde pubes sure looked fine and even though her breasts were nothing special, hey, they were breasts! Her stomach looked flatter than I'd remembered too. Thanks, poverty diet! I half wished she'd join me in the shower. That memory got me hard and I jerked off before I finished.
I just put on my robe to go for breakfast and I saw my mother preparing something. She was also in a robe. Very short and loosely tied. As she was reaching for something in a cupboard, one breast popped out. She looked over to see if I was watching.
"Ooops. But nothing you haven't seen before. I guess after getting caught this morning, I needn't worry much about being seen again. By the way, how did I look?"
"Fine. You looked fine Mom."
"Fine is nice I suppose. Just fine and that's all?"
"Actually, very attractive Mom. You have a sexy body."
"That's more like it Andy. I was afraid it might have shocked you. You weren't bothered seeing me like that, were you?"
"No. I was surprised, that's all. Not bothered. More like hot and bothered." I hadn't meant to be that suggestive but it seemed like too good a line to leave unsaid.
"That's my boy. Now come here and give me a hug."
I was already getting hard again and the hug just worsened it. I could feel her body warmth and realized that between us, we had only two articles of clothing. I tried backing away as my erection was now full-fledged.
"Don't worry Andy. I love feeling it against me. And I've told you what effect it has on me."
I didn't know how to reply so just kept with the hug. She was moving her hips again and it felt like her robe must have parted below the belt. Mine was a good deal bigger so it continued to provide cover. But holy hell, it felt like she was really coming on to me.
"Alright, thanks for that Andy. But I'm famished so let's have breakfast."
Once we'd finished, she announced that she was going to take her shower. "You know, I almost joined you in there earlier. After all, you'd seen me undressed so that barrier had already been broken." (next Chap 2)