Son hears Mom, Mom hears Son

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It was the noise that distracted me. It was so soft at first I thought I was imagining it. But it was there: a slow and steady hum broken with little noises I couldn’t identify at first, until they started coming faster and faster. They were moans. My mother’s moans, accompanying her vibrator as she pleasured herself in the next room. It was the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

I was 26, recently separated from my wife. We’d married too young and three years in found me cheating on her with a woman from work. I’d always had a high sex drive and thought getting married would cure my wandering eye. It didn’t turn out that way. My wife found the condoms in my car and kicked me out of the house. With nowhere to go, I turned to my mother.

Mom was divorced from my stepfather and at 46 was beginning her life over again. My 22-year old sister had just moved out so she had an empty room. I promised that I would only crash long enough to patch things up with my wife or until I found a new place to stay.

Mom was very cool about it, telling me I could stay as long as I needed, but I could tell she was a little frustrated by my presence. She had been looking forward to having the place to herself, to discovering who she would be without a husband and without kids at home. I was definitely putting a crimp in her plans but I had nowhere else to stay.

About a week after I’d moved in, we were having some wine and I finally told Mom everything about the break-up, confessing to my cheating and being honest about it for once. Her response surprised me.

“Sweetie, I can’t say I’m shocked,” she said. “You’ve never been able to be with one girl for very long. I love your wife, don’t get me wrong, but I always felt you got into this too young. You just have that high family sex drive. It’s a blessing and a curse, baby, I know. You’re not the only one who’s screwed things up by needing more than your partner can give.”

We’d never been shy about talking about sex at home but Mom had never admitted that she had the same kind of sex drive that I had before. I chalked it up to the wine but I couldn’t resist teasing her a little.

“So is that why you’re single again?” I asked. “You just too much woman for my poor old stepdad?”

“Damn right I am!” she laughed. She stood, a little unsteadily, and struck a cheesecake pose. “Ain’t many men can handle all of this, baby!” She sat down again, giggling as she took another sip of merlot.

I had to admit, Mom looked great. She wasn’t a workout fiend but she was lifting weights before it became cool and had been a runner since high school. She was toned and fit. I’d never asked but I figured she was about a 34B or so, perfect on her 5’3″ frame. Combined with a pixie cut of her brunette hair, flashing blue eyes and a smile that always seemed to be lurking on her lips, Mom could get any man she wanted and she knew it. There was an easy confidence about her that was sexy, as well. She loved to flirt and had never let being married stop her. Now I knew that she’d gone beyond flirting.

“So is my being here causing a dent in your schedule?” I asked.

She laughed. “No, baby. Mama is on a break from dating for a bit. I could use the affection but it’s hard to find men my age that haven’t let themselves go or have other issues. I’m kind of finding out who I am right now. Not who I belong to or anything like that. Just me. It’s kind of nice.”

I saluted her with my glass. “Well here’s to you discovering how awesome you are!”

She clinked my glass. “And you too, baby. Find out who you are right now. Be honest about your needs, your wants. Don’t get to my age and wonder what you’re doing. You got a lot going for you, sweetie. Take your time to figure it out. I wish I’d thought about it a bit more when I was your age. I feel like I kind of denied some real important parts of myself for far too long. Don’t make the same mistakes your mama made.”

We talked for another hour or so and then went off to bed. As I undressed, I had to admit that Mom was right. I’d never completely accepted the fact that sex was really important to me. I’d always been kind of ashamed of my needs. I needed to stop lying to myself.

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