A Mother's Choice Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – A Mother's Choice Pt. 01 by MaxwelLord,MaxwelLord (All Characters in this story are 18+)

The weekends were the only times I could escape my school life. I sleep until ten, and Mom makes pancakes when I wake up. I take my time eating them, enjoying my morning reading.

Afterward, I would return to my room and play on my game console till lunch. Then Mom would go shopping for dinner, and I’d tag along. She always sweetens the trip by buying us frappes afterward. Sometimes, she buys me a soda or an energy drink.

There was a time before all of what happened happened that Mom was just Mom. I didn’t see her as a mature female, just my Mom. Of course, my Mom was a female, but that never entered my mind. Yes, I saw her in yoga pants and baggy sweats. I used to spot her when she worked out in our gym in the basement. I knew she had breasts and a butt from sunning her bikini by the pool. But none of that meant anything to me. Mom and Dad loved each other, and the three of us were a perfect family. Little did I know everyone in my family was wearing a mask that hid their true selves. But that’s going off-topic.

Like I said, I love the weekends. They are the only days I get away from school life and my bully, Richard.

I hate the guy. I hate everything about him. He always picked on me, stealing my lunch money, tripping me in P.E. class, embarrassing me in front of girls, pushing me into trash cans, poured yogurt in my backpack, and talking disgustingly about my Mom.

I never told my parents about it. I want them to avoid getting involved. But I think Mom knew or had some clue I was getting bullied. But she’s waiting till I come to her about it.

Every school day, it’s the same thing. I wake up to my Mom kissing my cheek and ruffling my hair. I walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth, shower, and dress. Then, head down the hall to the dining room.

“Morning sport,” my Dad Jerry would say to me.

“Morning, Dad,” I say in return.

“Morning, sweetie,” my Mom Bonnie would say in turn.

She would be preparing breakfast and brewing coffee.

“Good morning to you mom.” I’d say back to her.

Dad would read the newspaper as Mom brings the breakfast to the table. He would then place it down on the table.

“More of the same,” he’d say as Mom poured him hot coffee.

“I know, hun,” she would say.

“It’s just another perfect day,” She would say afterward.

“You know it,” he would say with a little smirk.

Then she’d hand out our breakfast. The aroma fills my nostrils, and I start to drool. She gives Dad his breakfast before giving me mine.

For me, it’s a cheesy egg omelet with a slice of fresh fruit and a glass of water. Dad would have bacon and toast–something light for him.

“Thanks for the breakfast, dear,” He kisses Mom and gets up.

He then grabs his hat and coat and heads off to work. Dad works as a sales representative for a major corporation. Sometimes, he leaves home for days at a time to travel to other parts of the state. Mom’s used to it. He always calls her every night on the road.

Mom then clears the table as I finish eating.

“You better get ready too, sweetie,” Mom would remind me.

Mom drives me to school, as our area has no active bus stop. Since that hijacking a few months ago, she’s taken it upon herself to take me. Not that I’m complaining about it, mind you. I get driven to school by my bombshell of a mother. So, it’s something I boast about in my head.

Let me tell you about her. Mom’s name is Bonnie Cooper. She is 45 years old. She has dark brown hair, always tied up in a loose ponytail. Fair peach-colored skin, cantaloupe-sized breasts, a round face, an hourglass figure, and the face of an angel.

She’s also a bit shorter than me, with her being 5″7 and me being 5″9.

My Mom says I get my smarts from her and my looks from Dad.

They met in their first year of high school and became friends. When senior year came, they made it official and started dating. Her parents loved him and practically thought of him as their own son.

After senior year, they got married and moved in together. Dad went to college while Mom took on the role of housewife.

Eventually, he landed a job at a major corporation and became its top sales representative, giving him a hefty salary.

Then, they bought a lovely house in a beautiful neighborhood. It had a white picket fence and a garden in the back. Then, nine months later, I was born.

Oh, that’s right, I never introduced myself. My name is Ben Cooper. I’m 18 years old and currently a senior. I like playing video games, reading, chess, and organizing. You might call me weird, but it doesn’t bother me at all.

I’m somewhat attractive but can’t get a girlfriend due to my lack of boldness and intimidating expressions. It makes it harder when Richard is always picking on me.

I don’t know why he does; he used to be friendly with me until junior year when he started selling ecstasy at school and hanging out with the popular crowd.

Let me tell you about him. His name is Richard Parker. He is a head taller than me and is on the football team. He also wears this stupid cat wristband around his left wrist. I wonder why, though. Maybe it’s cause he thinks it’s cool?

He drives his luxury car to school, too. A gift from his upper-class parents. He also throws parties every other weekend where he sells his unsold goods. That’s how much his parents trust him. My Mom is overprotective of me and is too cautious about getting my own car.

We get into the car, and Mom pulls out of the driveway. Then, he drives down the street to the highway. We chatted as she drove me to school. She even pulls in front of the entrance.

“Have a good day at school today, sweetie,” she’d say warmly to me.

Then she’d kiss my forehead and ruffle my hair. I would then get out and wave as she drove out to the school parking lot.

“So that’s your mom fucktard?” said an ominous voice behind me, “What a hot piece of ass.”

I turned to face him. Richard stood behind me with a cigarette in his right hand. He blows a cloud of smoke at my face, which I coughed at and waved away. He chuckles and throws it on the ground.

“Maybe I’ll introduce myself to her after school and get to know her on a first-name basis,” he said, “if you know what I mean.”

He then pokes my ribs before slapping my back hard.

“Oh wait,” he said, faking shock, “You wouldn’t know what I mean. You never had pussy before. Man sucks to be you.”

He laughs at his own joke as he heads inside the school.

“Fucking asshole,” I muttered under my breath, “Just because he had four girls who had sex with him, he thinks he is god’s gift to women?”

Mom always told me to avoid conflicts and use my head instead of my fists. I knew I could hold my own against him and likely win, too. But the idea of my mother being disappointed in me stopped me from ever taking violent action against my tormentor. So I ignored him. The rest of the school day was uneventful.

Richard didn’t try to steal my lunch money today, which relieved me as I finally got to eat lunch and enjoy it peacefully.

After lunch, we had English, and like always, I was paired with Richard. I’m left with all the work while he wastes time. What makes it worse is having to do this as homework.

As I waited for my Mom to pick me up after school, here comes Richard.

“You gotta help me ace this test,” he said, “no scratch that-you ARE gonna help me ace this.”

“Why should I?” I retaliated, glaring at him, “You always leave me with all the work.”

He was about to say something when my Mom pulled up. He then straightens up my collar and smiles.

“Maybe I should come over to your house,” he said, “it’ll force you to do it for me!”

Mom rolls down her window and looks Richard up and down. She was smiling politely.

“Who is this, Ben?” Mom asked.

I tried to get into the car, but Richard leaned in and blocked my attempts to get in the car.

“Richard Parker, madame,” he said with fake hospitality, “friends with your son here.”

He slaps my back again. She looks at me for a moment as if seeking clarification.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to cloud my anger with a smile, “He’s my friend.”

Her eyes beamed with pride. To think she believed his lie and my own right to her face.

“Well, nice to meet you, Richard,” Mom said happily, “I’m Bonnie Cooper.”

“Bonnie, eh?” said Richard, “Nice name for a beautiful woman like yourself.”

I heard Mom giggle girlishly, which is something she always does.

“Oh, stop you,” she said, “But thank you for saying that. It’s sweet.”

“Anytime, Bonnie,” he said, using her first name again.

She caught on to what he said and corrected him.

“It’s Mrs. Cooper or Mrs. Bonnie,” Mom told him, “I’m a married woman, and you should respect that.”

She flashed him her wedding ring and smiled. He gave a quick apology and stepped back. It allowed me enough room to get into the front seat. He then leans in again.

“Well, you two have a lovely day,” his voice was artificially kind, something Mom didn’t detect.

I groaned; I know I’ll hear about it tomorrow from him.

“…You too,” Mom said nervously, “It was great talking to you.”

“Maybe I could come over sometime?” Richard asked, pushing his welcome, “Me and Ben are partnered in some of our classes, and he promised to help me.”

She looked back at me. Like before, she seeks clarification on my end.

“I did say that,” I mutter out, “He’s not doing so well in one of our classes, so I am gonna help him out.”

She looked back at him sympathetically.

“High school can be tricky with the advanced classes,” Mom said, “You’ll get the hang of it.”

“Still, I’m glad Ben is helping you, Richard,” she chirped, “You are welcome to come over today and study with him.”

My jaw dropped when she said that. This first time meeting him, and he’s already invited to our house?

Richard looks back at me and smiles.

“I would love that, Mrs. Cooper,” he chirped.

With her invitation, he got into the back seat. Mom drove the car from the parking lot and onto the highway towards home. They chatted the whole way to our house. Richard started asking her questions. Which Mom happily answered.

He found out that her husband works long hours as a traveling sales representative, that she’s a stay-at-home mom, that she loves to do yoga, that her favorite time of year was fall, and that she never cheated on her husband.

Richard couldn’t care less; he was mostly excited because she was mostly home by herself daily. Which would be perfect for him to have quick hourly visits every week.

She started asking him questions to make it fair. He told her that he had his license, but his car was in the shop, he’s an only child, on the high school football team, and both his parents are employed. His dad works as a judge and was a combat veteran. His Mom was a nurse at a local clinic.

He then returned to complimenting her appearance and saying how lucky her husband was–talking about her attractiveness. Mom chuckled, too.

“It’s nice to know I still got it,” she said without taking her eyes off the road, “to think a woman at my age being flirted with by a guy my son’s age.”

With a big smile, he looked over to me and said playfully, “Oh, I’ll do more than flirt with you.”

To which she caught on quickly and said sternly, “Now, that’s enough, big boy.”

Then they both laughed and talked about other stuff. She asked him more questions, typical mom stuff, like if he had a girlfriend or if he was thinking about making football a career choice.

“Sadly, no girlfriend,” he said slowly, “no girl would want a guy like me.”

Mom stopped at a red light and looked him in the eye. Her face was full of sympathy and concern.

“You are handsome and attractive in your own way,” she said reassuringly, “Just like I tell Ben, the right one will come along, and you’ll know.”

“I’ll know?”Richard asked, “How will I know if she’s right?”

She continued driving the remainder of the way.

“You’ll just…know,” Mom said quietly, “Something will click in you when you are around them.”

“Take me and my wonderful husband Jerry, for example,” she continued, “we met in our first year of high school. We slowly but surely began to fall for each other, and by our senior year, we were dating. A year later, we were engaged.”

“You’ll have butterflies in your stomach, constantly thinking about them and…other stuff,” she said as an afterthought.

“I see,” Richard agreed, “so…is it weird that I feel like that around you?”

I felt like I was about to beat him to an inch of his life, but I calmed myself. Mom looked taken aback by his words.

“You literally just met me half an hour ago,” she said awkwardly.

“So,” Richard said, “you yourself said I’d know when that happens.”

“I did,” she said, “but still it’s just.”

“How do you think about it?” asked Richard.

“Honestly?” Mom answered, “It’s a little weird, but I’m flattered. And like I said, I’m happily married. I would never disgrace my husband or our marriage.”

“Of course,” said Richard.

We finally reached home, and I was the first one out. Mom and Richard were still talking in the car. She started using her hands and making gestures with them. It’s clear she is telling him off on something. Richard is just smiling and looking at her.

Before long, they both got out. Mom’s face was red, and she walked a few feet away from Richard. Who was staring at her shapely ass. When she unlocked the door, Richard picked her up and carried her through the threshold.

Mom shrieked when he did that and then laughed. If I wasn’t there, I bet he’d carry her to the bedroom and shut the door. She asked him to put her down, which he did. Mom playfully punched his arm and called him silly.

If Dad saw that, he’d throw out Richard so fast.

Mom went into the kitchen to prepare dinner afterward. She was leaving Richard and me in the living room. He was staring at her shapely thick ass, totally oblivious to me standing next to him.

“Your mom is just BEGGING for it,” Richard said, punching my arm.

“It’ll NEVER happen, Richard, “I said boldly, “Mom is not into you at all. Plus, she’s married and is very faithful.”

“Not now, it won’t,” he smiled, “but eventually it WILL happen, and there will be nothing you could say or do to stop it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I enquired.

He pats my back hard again for the third time today. I know I’ll have a red mark there tomorrow.

“So let’s go to your room and get started on our homework,” Richard said loudly.

“I’ll bring snacks in later, boys!” came Mom’s voice from the kitchen.

“Thanks, Mrs. Cooper!” called Richard.

“Anytime,” Mom peeked her head from around the corner, smiling.

I showed Richard where my room was. He doesn’t seem interested in the slightest. Instead, he walks over to Mom’s room and walks in.

“Nice bed set,” said Richard as he pushed down on it, “It’ll be great to use once I got your yummy mommy alone with me.”

“What are you doing,” I hissed, “Mom doesn’t like anyone in here.”

He then climbs on top and lays on his stomach. Then, he begins to move his waist up and down.

“Yeah?” he said, “you like my cock don’t you, Bonnie. You naughty and filthy mommy.”

He then pretends to jerk and moan. Then, he kisses her pillow, pretending it’s her lips.

“That’s what I’ll do to her,” Richard said, turning to face me on her bed, “I bet she’d be worn out afterward.” I gave him a look that could kill, and as fast as he got on the bed, he got off it with a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Little does Richard know, but my Mom and dad have an active sex life. Anyway, Dad is the one who gets tired afterward. Mom can’t keep her hands off Dad in bed, from what I hear weekly at night.

“Well, let’s go back to your room fucktard,” Richard said, pushing me out of the way.

As we got into my room, he threw his backpack onto my bed.

“I did say that I’d make you do it,” he smiled wickedly. I flipped him the bird, and he then opened and closed my door. He was leaving me alone with my thoughts. Part of me knows he’s probably out there flirting with Mom again, and I’m worried. The other part knows Mom would never do anything to disgrace her marriage and dad. Richard’s just a punk; nothing will happen.

-Kitchen

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Richard walked in on Bonnie lying on the floor, pleasuring herself with an English cucumber while moaning, “Ben…ben” repeatedly. Eventually, she would squirm for a few seconds as she came. Bonnie would then glide the cum covered, massive cucumber out of her pussy, basking for a moment in the bliss of her very intense orgasm. She then sits up and notices pussy juice all over her thick, juicy thighs. Bonnie slowly stands up, still hazy in a post-orgasmic state, and turns around so my back faces the small kitchen mirror her husband installed last summer. Bending over slightly, she looked in the mirror and noted how impossibly big her hips were and how round and fat her ass was. “I’m such a fucking fat cow.” She mutters to herself as she keeps examining her ass. She only stops when she sees a flash. Richard had his phone out and sported a wide smile.

“Hey, Mrs. Cooper.” He said with a wink as she began covering up. Her face was beet red, and the cucumber she used fell to the floor, snapping at the base. Richard unzipped his pants and grinned before saying, “I am going to need you to help me with the boner you gave me, or I will show Ben the many pictures I got of you and a recording of you moaning his name.” Her silence was an answer in itself and would be a decision that would ruin lives and relationships.

-My room

I pushed myself to finish both of our stupid English homework and sighed as I finished it.

Twenty minutes passed by, and still nothing. I began to get worried. Mom is sure taking a long time with those snacks. I wonder what is taking so long.

I opened my door and stepped out. It was so quiet I could hear the clock on the wall ticking. I began to panic. Mom would generally be humming as she made dinner. I entered the dining room and saw the snacks mom made on the table. But where are they?

I went into the living room, and they weren’t there either.

Maybe Mom forgot to go shopping and asked Richard to help her. Yeah, that’s it. It’s not like they’re in her room, right?

Just to be sure, I went back down the hall to her bedroom. I placed my hand on the doorknob and found it locked. Maybe Mom closed it before she left. They did keep valuables and essential documents in Dad’s safe in there. That may be why.

I felt embarrassed; my Mom didn’t think I could even protect the house while she was gone. When I got back to my room, I began doing a bit of studying. I was oblivious as to what was happening in the next room.

-Parents room

“I can’t believe I’m allowing this,” she said, whispering, “My son’s room is right next to mine!”

“He’s too busy studying,” he said, “He won’t notice what is happening.”

“I’m married,” Bonnie continued, panicking, “I shouldn’t be doing this. My husband will…”

Her sentence was cut short by Richard kissing her.

“He won’t know,” Richard said softly, “unless you want him to.”

Richard had his shirt off and was kneeling between her legs. Bonnie was still in her clothes and looked dumbfounded. He had his hands roaming under her shirt. Her head tilted from side to side. She was trying to fight herself from enjoying his touch.

A few seconds later, her bra came out from her shirt. Richard threw it on the floor. Bonnie still didn’t move as he unbuttoned her shirt and began to suck on her nipples.

Her breathing became sharp and raspy like she was enjoying it but also trying not to let him get the gratification of knowing that.

“You have a pretty nice rack there, Mrs. Cooper,” Richard said after a while, “What’s your size?”

“…32C,” Bonnie said distantly, “It’s all natural! Come back here and finish!”