The morning of my 30th birthday I dressed quietly in front of my bedroom mirror. The man starring back at me was overweight, going prematurely silver at the temples and starting to go bald on the top of his head. Thick lensed glasses in cheap discount frames rested on his mustached face. A very average looking face, I sighed.
As I left my apartment and headed to the bus stop (I didn't own a car) I reflected on my life. By my age, my father had already fought in a war and traveled around the world. He'd experienced more of life in just the years between the ages of eighteen and twenty-one than I ever had. Not for the first time, I wondered if there hadn't been some grave mistake at the hospital maternity ward. There had been a mix-up, I was convinced. Someone gave my parents the wrong baby.
As usual the bus was late, and crowded. Everyone groaned when I climbed aboard. I could read their minds, "Oh great, here comes a fatty". Well fuck them.
My special day didn't improve. I was sitting at my desk (I did clerical work for an elementary school across town from my apartment) when the phone call came. My father had finally succumbed to the cancer he'd been battling for the past three years. I had to hand it to him. He'd fought like a real champ. When first diagnosed, his doctor hadn't given him better than six months.
Mom moved in with me not too long after that. The one thing dad hadn't done was get insurance and now the bank had swooped in and taken the house, the car, everything to pay for the loans taken out to cover his medical bills.
Mom was taking it pretty well. I guess she saw it coming and had braced herself. As for the loss of dad, she seemed more relieved than saddened. Not because she didn't love him, but because he wasn't suffering anymore.
It was nice having mom around, but I was embarrassed. Over the years I'd lied an awful lot when questioned over the phone about my "swinging bachelor lifestyle". She was constantly asking if she was getting in the way and wanting to meet my girlfriends. Girlfriends, I laughed to myself. I didn't even have regular friends.
Mom also had the bad habit of not knocking before entering a room. She hadn't been living with me more than a couple of days before she walked in on me jerking off in my bedroom. Our eyes met, and she quickly backed out apologizing. I'd never been so humiliated in my life. I'd chewed her out pretty good for that one, but I was more angry at myself for being a big fat failure.
One morning while walking through the gated community I lived in, heading for the bus stop and work, Miguel - one of the groundskeepers smiled and waved me over.
"Hey, I see you've got," his hands sketched a curvy female figure in the air. "at home. Nice going man."
He winked at me lecherously. I started to explain, but then a curious thing happened. I felt... good. He thought I finally had a woman of my own and had complimented me on joining the Brotherhood of Men. I felt normal. A smile grew on my face, and I must have flushed slightly because Miguel started laughing and tapped his friend Carlos on the chest, he also began chuckling.
"You knocking that shit outta the ball park man??" Miguel asked.
"Oh, hell yeah," I lied. "I go Beast Mode on it. Like Big Papi."
Miguel and Carlos laughed again and patted my back as I continued on. Suddenly feeling lighter than I had in a long time, I fairly floated along to the bus stop, whistling.
After that incident I found myself fantasizing more and more about mom. She'd been a young woman when I'd been born, only twenty-six. She was still really pretty. A brunette with long chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes. She had naturally large breasts and a curvy backside. It was true she'd put on a few pounds over the years, but she was far from fat. If anything the extra weight here and there enhanced her beauty and filled out her figure. When I'd been a little boy, she'd been a stringbean.
Days turned to weeks and the weeks faded into months. And in all that time I hadn't had a single visitor. My phone didn't even ring unless it was a telemarketer. Everyday was the same. Wake up, go to work, come home. Repeat.
Mom started in with her questions about my friends, and whether or not she was ever going to meet my girlfriend. Was I ashamed of introducing my mother?? She didn't want to be a burden, she could leave. Maybe her sister back in Indiana would have room, or her cousin in Arkansas??
One evening after a particularly long day in which I'd been turned down by a pretty teacher's aide at work that I liked and had mustered the courage to ask out on a date, I just couldn't take it anymore.
"Will you please just drop it!" I suddenly shouted, years of bottled up frustration and rejection showing in my face. "Stop pretending I'm some great catch. I'm not, ok?? Nobody wants to date me. Why would they?? I'm a loser. I'm fat, I can't see, I have a shit job and next to nothing in my bank account. I live in a crap apartment in a low income complex full of druggies and thugs and parolees because it's all I can afford. I can't even have a dog because I can't afford the pet security deposit. Look at my clothes mom..."
She looked away.
"I dress like a shmuck," I sighed. "My closet looks like an ad for Walmart. Cheap t-shirts and jeans. Discount shoes that literally fall apart on my feet after a month of walking in them day after day, because I don't have a car. Look in my medicine cabinet in the bathroom. Dollar store knock off's of name brand cologne, soap, tooth paste, mouth wash. They don't even smell good. But their cheap so I buy them."
A long heavy silence lingered between us.
I finally turned away from her, unable to look her in the face as I admitted, "I've never had a girlfriend in my adult life, and I never will have one. You won't dance at my wedding, you aren't going to have grandkids to play with. The sooner you accept it, the better. I already have."
With that I walked to my bedroom, shut the door and we didn't speak again that day.
The next day I came in from work and apologized for blowing my stack. Mom just smiled and said it was fine, she had no business prying.
She made dinner and we ate while watching a movie on cable tv. Sitting side by side on the couch. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but mom slid closer beside me than she normally did and leaned over onto me several times during the show, laughing or commenting on the movie. When I finished eating, she scooped up my plate and did the dishes. Before bed she gave me her typical cheek kiss, but this time coupled it with a long, tight hug during which she buried her face into my neck and held on for a longish time before releasing me.
There was more of the same over the following week, including what was unmistakably gentle flirting, shoulder and neck massages after work and girlish games like sudden tickle wars in the middle of a movie, during which she'd giggle and curl up when I tickled back.
One night she walked out of her room in a sheer pink negligee I'd never seen before.
"What do you think??" She swirled around. "I can't decide. I have four of them."
I sat there, my mouth a little "O" of surprise and stammered "Uh...I...I..." she looked incredible. Her legs with their toned calves, her shapely hips, her tummy, the swell of her breasts resting in her bra. I could see the lacey panties she had on.
"Wait," she said. "Let me show you the others, then pick."
She went back into the bathroom and changed, this time she had on a candy apple red nightie lace babydoll, that showed the perfectly curved round cheeks of her ass. I had an immediate throbbing hardon. Next she modeled a simple purple nightgown, swirling once so that the left shoulder strap fell and hung at a seductive angle. She smiled and wrinkled her nose before leaving and put on the last. Finally she showed me a black lace chemise.
I was still totally speechless. "I...wow, um..."
She laughed. "Wait, one more look, then pick."
She left, smiling and I smiled back. What the hell is going on, I thought. She came back out in a black G-String that left nothing to the imagination, and one arm covering her now braless breasts.
"Ok, pick."
My cock was so hard it hurt. I shrugged, "Um.. you look pretty great right now, to be honest."
She smiled prettily. "So, mom's still got it??"
"Definitely," I nodded. My cock agreed.
She went back into the bathroom and returned (to my disappointment) in a shirt and shorts. She plopped down next to me on the couch and leaned into me a second, squeezing my leg disconcertingly close to the bulge of my hardon. "Did I embarrass you??"
"Oh, no, not even," I said.
"Good," she grinned. "Its been so long since I got to model my clothes for a man. The past year or so of your papa's life, he wasn't really capable of.... well." She trailed off.
"Yeah," I said. "I guess he wouldn't have been."
"I'm not ready for a rest home yet," she joked. "I still like feeling desirable. It was nice having a handsome man tell me I looked pretty great."
I smiled at her. "Thinking about getting back at there and dating??"
"Oh, I don't know," she flirted. "I may have my eye on a hunky younger guy."
I laughed and she shoved me gently, I shoved back.
"I love you," she said suddenly. There was something in the way she said it, that caught my attention. Something unspoken that passed between us in that moment. I nodded.
"I love you too, mom," I said. "I always have."
We kissed. Just a simple touching of the lips. But it lingered and her hand caressed the side of my face. I reached up and took her hand in my own and brought it to my lips and kissed the back of it.
Our eyes held each other for a long moment and then she slowly stood. "It's late, we should probably be getting to bed."
"Oh," I said, and stood. When she'd initially moved in I had offered up my own bedroom, but she'd declined, insisting on sleeping on the living room couch. I said goodnight and she watched me head for the bathroom where I showered and brushed my teeth.
When I walked into the bedroom she was laying on my bed on her side, wearing the G-string and bare breasted as the day she'd first entered this world. I stopped and stared. She smiled. "Hey there handsome."
"Mom," I said. "You sure about this??"
She patted the empty spot beside her. "Sure I'm sure, honey. It'll be good for the both of us. You want to, don't you??"
"Yeah," I answered honestly. "I do."
"Then come over here," she purred.
I cut off the light, undressed and slid into bed beside her. She reached down and fondled my cock and I reached out to do the same to her tits while we kissed. Her tongue expertly probed the interior of my mouth, sliding over and around my own tongue. I didn't even mind the slight nicotine taste due to her cigarette habit.
When we broke the miss, she took off the G-string and slung it across the bed and onto the floor. Now we were both naked. "What do you want mama to do first honey??"
"I really want a blowjob," I told her.
"Mama's good at those," she told me in her sexy purr of a bedroom voice. "Want me to deep throat you baby boy??"
"Yes," I said. "Please... I've fantasized about this."
"Oh really," she smiled wickedly. "Naughty boy, day dreaming about sliding your long hard cock in your mommie's mouth. I just might have to spank you for that."
She started planting little kisses on my hairy chest and worked her way slowly down my fat stomach, pausing a minute at my naval to tongue it teasingly, while her hand wrapped firmly around my cock.
"That feels so fucking good," I shuddered, feeling little electric jolts racing through my body. She began moving down again, nuzzling my pubes, then kissing and teasing my shaft, then the head of my cock with deft flickering movements of her tongue. I sighed and grit my teeth. Before she gave me head, she moved down to my balls and sucked them, one by one, taking them into her mouth and pulling my sack a little before letting it go with little sucking "pops", before sucking them a again. When I felt like I was about to go crazy from wanting her mouth on me, she finally took my cock inside her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down, making satisfied "Mmmm" sounds and humming to vibrate her skilled tongue as it slid against my cock. I felt her take me deep into her throat several times and hold me, before pushing me back out, coating my cock with a thick layer of saliva.
"Cum for me baby," she whispered. "Blow a nice big load in mama's mouth. I want to taste you."
She didn't have to ask twice. I tensed and arched my back, ejaculating a huge gob of jizz in her mouth. Little tremors rocked me long after the initial orgasm, and she milked me for every last drop. True to her word she swallowed all of it.
"Was that good for you??" She grinned wickedly.
I closed my eyes. I was dreaming. It couldn't be real.
I felt her slap my stomach. "It's only fair that you return the favor sweetie, and be warned," she laughed. "It takes women a lot longer to cum. So I hope you don't get tired too easy."
She scooted up in bed beside me and opened her legs wide, bent at the knees. She wanted me to go down on her.
I shifted position, and moved my face between her thighs, inhaling the scent of a woman's pussy for the first time. I inexpertly licked and sucked on her labia and clit, slipping my fingers into her vagina and playing with her asshole. She got very wet, which turned me on. She gave me instructions and I followed her directions for what seemed quite a long time. She finally came in a series of shuddering spasms and held my head in place, moaning and grinding her pussy against my mouth. I tried to take as much of her sex juices into my mouth as I could. I wanted to lick her clean.
By the time I finished, I was ready to cum again and so without a word, I mounted her and began thrusting my hips, pistoning my cock into her willing, eager pussy, feeling her warm, slick vagina tighten on my rigid member as her legs wrapped around me and her fingernails dug groves along my back.
The bed rocked and thumped in time to her little gasps and moans. Someone in the next apartment angrily hammered at the wall, we ignored them. Entirely too soon I came inside of her and then relaxed, rolling to one side, satisfied. My cock was slathered with our sex and gently throbbing in the dark. Mom lay beside, me her legs still spread, running a hand over her tummy as my seed slowly trickled from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.
"I never knew it was that good," I admitted.
"It always is when you love the person you do it with," she replied and kissed my cheek.
"Can we keep doing this??" I asked, suddenly afraid this had been a one time thing. A mercy fuck. "I mean, can we be together... a real couple??"
She finally closed her legs and snuggled up against me, sliding an arm over my stomach and laying her head on my chest. "Is that what you want, love??"
"More than anything," I said.
"Ten years from now I'll be an old woman," she told me. "You'll still be in your prime."
"I don't care," I said.
She laughed. "I'll make you a deal sweetie. I'll be your woman for just as long as you need me to be, but you have to promise to go out and date and meet someone special. I want grandkids."
"I wish we could have a baby," I said quietly. I meant it. I was in love with her. "I wish I could marry you."
"I'd love to have your baby," she said. "But I'm a little old for that now. So you're just going to have to do what mama asks and find yourself a good woman. Ok??"
I nodded. We kissed.
"You're not nearly as undesirable as you think," she told me. "You just have low self-esteem. Mama's gonna give her handsome boy a little confidence."
"Is that all this is," I asked. "Building up my self esteem??"
"No," she said. "Your a handsome, sweet teddy bear of a man and I've always been attracted to husky guys. Before I met your dad all I dated were big fellas. I wanted this too."
I smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too sugar," she kissed me. "As my son and now as a man and a lover."