I was Mom’s Caballero by ragal2

I was Mom’s Caballero by ragal2

Looking for a steamy adult sex story? Dive into "I was Mom's Caballero" for a thrilling read that will leave you wanting more. Starring a sexy protagonist and plenty of passion, you won't be able to put this story down.<br/> My father disappeared from her life the moment he heard Mom became pregnant. His last question was, “Will you consider an abortion?” She said no. He didn’t bother saying goodbye. He turned around and disappeared. Neither Mom nor I ever heard from him since then.

Mom worked as a full time secretary in a software firm that was doing projects for Microsoft and 2 evenings as a waitress in a Mexican restaurant nearby. Her salary afforded our modest life.

When I was in junior high school, my growth spurt started. I became much taller than her and she called me ‘my caballero.’ I was proud of my nickname and tried to justify it. I loved my mother very much and appreciated her Herculean efforts to be a good single Mom. Not only did she work 2 jobs to support us, but each time she was free, she helped me in any way she could. She tutored me in math and computer sciences, she drove me to after-school activities, and now and then even spent quality time with me.

I tried to help as well but my contribution amounted to 10% compared to her 90%. The only reward she wanted from me was to hear I respected and loved her. I understood her need to hear it from me and said it whenever I remembered.

When I turned 18, I went out with my first official girlfriend. Since Mom was left alone several evenings a week, I asked her why she didn’t try to date men. She smiled bitterly, “I tried a few times in the past. Having a child was not helpful. Men were more interested in my body than to know me. And you know how it is; the older I got, the lesser qualified men I encountered. No, I am not going to try again. It’s you and me against the world until you get married.”

“But Mom, you you look great and are only 42 year old. According to statistics, you have more than 40 years on this earth.”

“I know. I’ll manage. The only thing I care about is to see YOU happy.”

…

My relationship with Debra, my first girlfriend was on the upswing. When we started going out, we were very fond of each other. She called me ‘my tall, handsome honey.’ I nicknamed her ‘honey-bunny.’ A week after we began dating, I succeeded in reaching 3rd base, and 2 weeks later we had our first sexual experience. She was a virgin at the time, and it wasn’t great sex, but within weeks we both enjoyed it and orgasmed most times. She was reluctant to let me go down on her, although eventually, she agreed and even climaxed that way on occasions. However, she refused to give me a head, saying my penis was too big for her small mouth. I was frustrated but tried to be positive because I was proud of her beauty and enjoyed our missionary sex together.

In the months that followed, my relationship with Debra gradually deteriorated. She hated my friends, claiming their jokes were inappropriate. She also spent too much time on the phone with her girlfriends, causing us to arrive too late for concerts we planned to attend.

The last straw was the double date we had with Rudy and Sylvia. Sylvia’s skin was flawless. When Debra asked what cream she used, Sylvia smiled, “Rudy and I have sex at least once a day and sometimes even 3 times. I love to suck his pole and swallow his healthy cum. However, if he cums in my pussy, I later carefully collect it and spread it on my skin. Since I started doing it, my skin has looked 1000% shinier.”

Debra looked at Sylvia with disgust, “There are certain things I’ll never do. I’ll never suck a man’s dick, and no way I’ll ever put on my skin his slimy spunk.”

Sylvia and Rudy looked at me with pity in their eyes but were smart to say nothing. I left Debra the same evening.

…

The next day, Mom noticed me being upset and asked if she could help. I couldn’t tell her and went to my room. She didn’t bother me until dinner time. She made my favorite steak. After the delicious meal, she didn’t talk but hugged me for a long time.

Mom and I used to hug often before, but never for more than a second or two. Suddenly now, I became aware of her breasts crushing my chest. My prick began hardening. Deep down, I was laughing, ‘Hey, pervert, get a hold of yourself. It’s your mother.’ Well, my brain may have been right, but my unruly cock didn’t listen and a minute later it was erect. Fortunately, Mom let go, and I escaped to my room.

After that episode, I started paying more attention to Mom’s appearance. Frequently, she walked from her bedroom to the bathroom in her underwear. Looking at her now, I was amazed I didn’t notice how beautiful she was: At 42, she was 5’5″, 130 pounds, short black hair, small nose, pouty lips, large round boobs, flat tummy, and shapely hips. She was beautiful, and not only for her age!

My wet dreams changed from having sex with Debra to doing it with Mom. Initially, I felt shame for my perversion. Mom was so good to me all my life, and I desecrated and degraded her… In time, the dreams continued and became more lewd.

One day, I went through her drawers. Her panties were mostly made of cotton and were high-waisted. The bras had more variety. the sizes were C or D cups and were made of cotton, satin, or silk. In the drawer near her bed, I found a medium size vibrator. Next, I checked the laundry basket. The 2 bras I found smelled like her with a faint perfume. The 3 panties had a musky odor that was… intoxicating. I was hooked.

Since dumping Debra, I talked less than usual with Mom. And now, I started to obsess about her. I wasn’t sure how to behave… I was confused.

I began spending more time on my computer. One day, I checked my history for an article I had read 3 days earlier and noticed 2 of my files that I hadn’t opened for a week had been opened the day before. This laptop was always at home, and only my loving mother was there, so I never bothered locking it or using a password. It had to be Mom. I knew she wasn’t snoopy. The only explanation was she looked for the reason why I had been recluse lately.

As I was lying in bed, I came up with a plan. I had nothing to lose, except for… my mother’s love. Others may say the plan was not very smart and could backfire, but I was desperate.

I created a new file, and named it Diary. The first day, I wrote, ‘The separation from Debra was not pleasant, but I think I was right. She didn’t like my friends, and especially ‘the other things’ were too much. So now it is only me and Mom. I love her so much.’

The next day, when I returned from class, I checked the history on my computer. The Diary file had been opened an hour before my arrival home. Good. I knew Mom found out about the file and would likely continue reading it. The question was how to write without raising suspicion I knew she had read it.

On the second evening, I typed, ‘I haven’t talked to Mom much lately, but I wonder why she doesn’t wear nicer clothes. She has a great figure. The fact she has no boyfriend is a lame excuse. She should not be hiding her body behind a robe.’

I waited to see how she would react and did not insert anything in that file for 2 days.

On the 3rd day, I saw her wearing a blouse and a short skirt. I smiled and said, “Mom, you look much better with these clothes. A robe belongs to the bathroom and bedroom only.”

She grinned, “Do you feel better?”

“Seeing you like this, I feel much better. Not completely OK, but better.”

“Great. Let me know if you need my help in anything.”

The next step was more delicate. I typed and erased it multiple times before deciding it was it, ‘I always loved Mom, but how can I explain to her that lately I am in love with her? She suffered too much from men who tried to take advantage of her body. Unlike them, I love both her mind and body. Her good and bad. I love all of her. I have no idea how to talk to her about it, which makes my life miserable. Watching her trying to understand me while I am too embarrassed to explain myself is killing me inside.’

The next evening, when I arrived home, I saw Mom had red eyes.

I hugged her, “Mom, something bad happened? Tell me. I’ll do everything I can to help.”

She leaned her head on my chest, “It’s nothing serious. I was reminiscing, and my tears poured. It’s OK now. You are here, and I love you so much.” Her hug lasted a long time, but I did not complain. Once her hands left me, I went back to my room.

At 9:30 pm, she knocked softly on my door. “Mom, come in.”

She sat on my bed, “Leo, we need to talk.”

I smirked, “Mom, I have an alibi. I didn’t do it.”

She smiled, “I know it’s not your fault, but we still have to talk about an important subject. Honey, I love you, and lately, you avoid me. Did I do anything wrong?”

“Mom, nothing is your fault. It’s me.”

“Can you tell me what bothers you?”

“Mom, I am sorry. I can’t talk about it.”

“Why not? All our lives, we talked about everything and never hid anything from each other.”

“But this is too personal.”

“Try me.”

“Mom, now you love me. If I tell you the reason, you’ll start hating me.”

“I doubt it. You are the only person I love and trust. Why would I do such a thing?”

“Mom, please…”

“Leo, it’s been days. I miss the love of my life.”

“I’ll tell you, but if you decide to send me away, I’ll commit suicide.”

“Honey, you are too dramatic. Even if you killed somebody, I wouldn’t send you away. Please, talk to me.”

I stared into her eyes and whispered, “I love you too much.”

She grinned, “I love you very much too.”

“You don’t understand; I am in love with you.”

“That is wonderful. I am happy to hear it. It means I was a good mother. Everything else is called Oedipus Complex. It is commonly seen in a young guy your age.”

“No, Mom. I REALLY am in love with you – Brain and body.”

” Please, darling, you spend a lot of your free time at home. I noticed you are not in a hurry to meet Debra anymore. I do not want to be too nosy but if your relationship soured, there are many young girls who would like to date a catch like you.”

“Mom, the young girls I’ve met in college are into constant chat on the phone. The rare others are geeks who are into studying and no fun. You are fun to be with, have a good heart, and… a killer body.”