“And you know exactly what I’d want to do, Mum.”
She looked down at them again. “Mark… Does it scare you? Your feelings?”
“I’m trying to sound confident, but I’m fucking terrified at the same time, Mum.”
“I’m your mother and I know I have to be the responsible one…” She finally met my eyes. “I’d love to go on another date with you, Mark. Anytime you want. But anything else… Teasing is fun. I love knowing and feeling I arouse you like I do.” She looked away and almost choked back a sob. “I was so aroused last night, I wanted to give into temptation too.”
Getting out of bed, Mum hugged me immediately as I closed my eyes and savoured the feeling of her near-naked body against mine. “I’m scared too, Mum,” I admitted.
“Are you a virgin, baby?”
“No, Mum. I’m not.”
“Who?”
“Remember Jessica?” Feeling her nod, I continued. “We agreed that we liked each other far too much to not give each other our virginities. Since then, I’ve had a little fun with a couple of other girls.”
“I haven’t had sex since your father walked out, baby.”
“Oh…”
“It’s why I masturbate every night.” Letting me go, she kneeled down and opened the bottom drawer of the nightstand to her side of the bed. I didn’t miss the small variety of sex toys. “Does this shock you, baby?”
“No. I know there is a large market of sex toys out there for women.”
“A dildo is no replacement for feeling a man inside me,” she whispered, “But it’s not just the sex. It’s everything that happens before sex.”
“Romance before heading to bed and foreplay?”
She nodded before adding, “But I always loved being held by the man I loved after we’d both cum, basking in the afterglow of lovemaking. And being rather blunt, a dildo doesn’t cum.”
“Oh…”
She stood up, closing the drawer with one of her little feet, before turning towards me. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some breakfast into you. Will you mow the lawns today?”
“Yeah, they do need looking after, particularly as we head into summer.”
Although it had been a night and morning of revelations, the fact we seemed to both want more than a mother and son relationship, things didn’t change between us for the next few weeks. It didn’t stop the affection between us. It only increased, spending nearly all our time together when we were at home, Mum almost kicking me out of the house every so often to ensure I didn’t neglect my friends. She would still disappear for a night to meet her friends, usually driving over to pick her up as she enjoyed the wine and gossip.
I didn’t miss the fact that she did occasionally invite me to sleep with her. She never slept naked when I was in bed with her and I always wore underwear when I was with her. But when we were in bed, we always cuddled close together. Our kissing hadn’t changed either, and I was aware she was holding herself back, not giving in to sharing the sort of kiss that would increase the passion of the moment.
Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any frustration by it. I knew the decision wasn’t really mine. I flirted with her constantly nowadays and always earned smiles and giggles. I walked around the house in just a pair of shorts. I wasn’t some muscular hunk, but I did look after myself and did have some slight definition. When I looked in the mirror, I still saw elements of youth despite having shaved since I was fifteen. As for my mother, she seemed to get even younger, constantly smiling, and having a genuine air of happiness about her. Even during the divorce, she’d kept on motoring as I hadn’t been blind to her relying on me at times. I didn’t mind as I knew she needed my support. She was my mother and I loved her.
The next time we headed out on a date, she wore a little black dress with accompanying lingerie, only finding out when we got home, with thigh-high stockings, garter and suspenders plus black heels. I swear she seemed to know what I loved. She asked if she should wear contacts and I surprised her by shouting out that she definitely should not.
“You look totally sexy with your glasses on, Mum,” I insisted, “When you’re dressed in the morning for work, looking all professional and powerful, even then I get all these urges and funny feelings…”
She stepped towards me, running her fingers up my chest. “You might have to come visit your mother in the office one evening when she’s working later,” she whispered, “I’ve never been fucked over my desk at the office.”
Yes, Mum was now giving as good as she got as the flirting had turned into incredibly honest sexual thoughts and feelings. That’s still as far as it went though, letting each other know exactly how we thought about each other, but neither of us was willing to make the next step. I could understand Mum not making it, but I’ll admit to being far too nervous about doing it myself, worried that crossing the line would ruin our relationship.
We enjoyed three dates over the next three months. Each one ended in a bar or club where we could dance together. I didn’t hide the fact she made me incredibly hard. I didn’t feel her up too much though I recognised when she was practically rubbing herself on my thigh. The night always ended in her bedroom where I would slowly undress her, and each time I rolled off her stockings, my fingers would get ever so close to her pussy… And I could always feel hot to trot she was.
But we still didn’t cross a particular line.
While this was going on with my mother, I was still visiting my father. I hadn’t forgotten what he’d done, but my mother actually asked me to forgive him, not wanting me to spend the rest of my life without my father in my life, thinking I might end up regretting it in the future. I still didn’t like the fact he’d hurt my mother in such a manner, but he’d been surprisingly contrite about it, and I didn’t miss him doing his best to ensure our relationship remained strong.
His relationship with Candice grew closer over time and by the time I was well past my eighteenth birthday, she had moved into his apartment. As I’d told my mother, she was ever so sweet, such a lovely young woman, that I simply couldn’t help liking her immensely, and though she never tried to be my mother, I knew she would like to be my friend.
Occasionally I’d drop by to see my father for him to still be at work with only Candice at home. More than once, I’d leave her blushing slightly as she’d answer the door in little more than a silk dressing gown, her flowing brunette hair over her shoulders, and her gorgeous blue eyes behind the lenses of her glasses trying their best not to look too embarrassed. She was a slim woman, but I didn’t miss the bust on her chest.
“Come on in,” she told me that evening, “Your father won’t be home until much later. I was making some dinner if you’d like to join me?”
“I’d love to, Candice. Thank you.”
That earned another sweet smile, feeling her cuddle into my side. “Thanks, Mark. Sometimes gets a little lonely here.”
“Is Dad working late a lot?”
“He has been lately. I understand he’s had a promotion and it would mean longer hours for the better salary, but it means I spend a lot of time home alone.”
I immediately worried that he was having another affair. The personal assistant he’d been having one with had long been shown the door, and I knew he’d hired a new personal assistant, and having met her, he had a flavour when it came to those working for him. Busty blonde bombshells who may not have been shy in coming forward about what they’d be willing to do for him. I wasn’t blind nor stupid to what can happen in office environments.
Mum knew I spent time with Candice and encouraged me to do it. Though she’d told me not to interfere regarding letting her know what my father did, I still felt guilty about the fact I was already thinking my father was doing it again and Candice was stuck in an apartment alone. At least Mum had me when it was going on.
Helping her finish preparing dinner earned more than one smile and a hug. Leaning up to kiss my cheek when we were finished cleaning up was a surprise. “Want a cider?” she asked. Dad knew I didn’t really drink beer so always had cider for his son, “I’m having a glass of wine.”
“Sure.”
Sitting together on the couch, curling her legs underneath her, the bottom of her silk robe spread enough that I almost got a good look at something I probably shouldn’t see. I glanced more than once as the top of her robe wasn’t exactly hiding too much either.
“How do you think you’ll do in your exams?” she wondered.
“I’m studying my arse off so I can only hope I get the results required to make it into the course I want to do at university.”
“Still want to get into engineering?”
“Yeah. I could possibly do it without the university degree, but I’d rather have three years of study and preparation. I do intend on working while studying during the breaks between semesters.”
She fell silent for a couple of minutes, sipping at her wine, and shuffling a little closer until her head was resting against my upper arm. “Mark… Why did your parents divorce?”
I couldn’t help the sigh and eventually muttered, “Shit.”
“Your father suggested that he and your mother simply fell out of love and went their separate ways… But I’ve got this feeling it was more than that.”
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