Mother, son, and complications

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Months later, when the legal wrangling was over, we sold our part of the inn to them. I gave Carol the house even though the lawyer said I didn’t have to. It was a great relief to me when I heard that she had started dating.

Mom and looked for another business and found a small complex of beach apartments in Jacksonville that we bought with our share from the inn. The day the divorce became final was the last day mom and I would spend at the inn.

That night my mother and I shared champagne in her apartment and there was no resistance when I kissed her. There was no resistance when I touched her. I put my hand in her blouse and fondled her as we kissed. I lifted off her top and she reached behind to unhook her bra. Her full breasts came free and I looked at them and said, “Carolyn Lee, you are unbelievable.” Her happy smile warmed me.

Her nipples and areolas were dark and stood out. It made her breasts look even bigger than they did with her bra on. I took one in my hand and kissed the top. I kissed the soft bulge on the side and was struck at how soft the flesh was on my lips. As I came closer to her nipple, I could hear my mother drawing deeper breaths. Finally I took the hardened tip between my lips and drew on it. When the whole areola was in my mouth, I licked and flicked it with my tongue and mom began to writhe.

I was so relieved to finally have her in my hands and be free of the past. I said, “Mom, we’re finally here, we went from you loving me, to hating me, to wanting me to, stopping me…and it’s finally over isn’t it? We’re going to be together now aren’t we?

“Yes baby,” she said. “But I never hated you sweetheart. It was just so hard for me after your father died and then you grew up to look so much like him.” She urged me back to her breast and I sucked on her nipples again, getting harder and harder as I caressed my mother’s ample flesh. She held my head and said, “I guess I was angry at you for not being him and probably angry with myself for naming you after him because I had to hear his name all the time. Whenever I looked at you, I saw him. I’m so sorry baby if I treated you badly. I just needed him so much…for everything.”

She hardly ever spoke about my father, but now it came out all at once. “I could tell him anything, any problem I had, and somehow he made it better, even if he didn’t do anything. He loved me, he held my hand, he made love to me and after the blink of an eye it was all gone. Mick, it was all in the blink of an eye.” I stopped what I was doing to talk to her, but she said, “NO, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

I took her other breast and as my lips and tongue worked the nipple, she continued talking. “But I know it’s okay now because I can put that in the past and I have part of him back, in you. And it’s wonderful because you’re also you, my beautiful boy that I love so much, the one who’s going to love me and the one I’m going to love. Mickey, that’s what I missed the most, having someone to love, someone to give to. Baby, come hold me.”

I took her in my arms and she held me tight. When we started I had thought we were finally about to have sex, but then I wasn’t so sure. I could wait. I had waited for years. And I knew by the way she was holding me that the time would come. And I wanted to allow her to say and do whatever she needed to make her comfortable with it.

“We should celebrate,” she said. “Tonight is so special … we shouldn’t waste a minute, just give a little time to get ready.” She left and I could hear her running a bath. I went to change and tried to think of a place we could go that would make her happy. I was in the sitting room when she came in.

I was astonished at how utterly beautiful she could look to me. The air filled with the perfumed powder she must have put on after her bath. She was dressed and ready, but not to go out. She had on a black negligee that didn’t hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The thigh high silky stockings led my gaze to the black panties. I could hear the sheer nylon lightly rubbing as she walked. I looked again in disbelief at my mother’s breasts as they moved. The nipples were plainly evident and I couldn’t tell if they were naturally rosy or had been rouged.

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