Literotica Lover

When the train pulled into the station I hopped off and looked up and down the walkway for my mother. I saw her waving her arm from across the terminal. I smiled and waved back. She hurried over and we hugged. Then we kissed lightly on the lips as we have always done. The hug and kiss lasted longer than normal, which was totally understandable in this situation.

I pulled away and said, "Let me get my luggage and I'll be right back."

"Okay. I'll bring the car around."

As we parted, I turned and looked at her. My eyes were drawn to her rear. She had on a pair of tight denim jeans, a western style top, and boots. As I stared, she turned and looked at me. It was obvious that she didn't really mind me staring and she smiled knowingly. I waved again before turning away with my face red with embarrassment.

Once I loaded my luggage in the back of the SUV and settled in I finally started to relax. It was good to be home, even considering the circumstances. As I looked at Mom, I realized how much I missed her. I stared at her profile as she navigated the traffic. Her black hair was a little shorter then when I had left, but it framed her soft features perfectly. Her eyes were a twinkling blue and she had a cute dimple that only appeared when she smiled. Even a tiny smile would light up her entire face.

"You cut your hair. I like it." I said.

"I did. And thanks; it is sweet of you to notice. How was your trip?"

"Long and uncomfortable," I answered.

"Well, you have the entire summer to recover," she said and showed me that smile. It seemed forced, though.

We were silent for a long time, neither knowing where to start.

Finally, Mom broke the silence. "David, I don't know what to say. Everything happened so quickly. Even now I'm still in shock. I never knew about your father."

She paused and I could see tears in her eyes. I could feel the anger building in me again. I swallowed down the bile in my throat and said, "I know. Neither did I."

"We … your father and I have been having problems for the last several years, but I thought it was normal after so many years of marriage. Then I began to think it was because we had been married so young and never got to know each other," she said. Then added wryly, "I guess I was right about that."

"Son-of-a-bitch," I whispered under my breath.

My mother reached over and grabbed my hand. "I know it's hard on you," she said quietly.

"It's harder on you. I hate him."

"Don't hate him, David."

"Why not?" I said with anger. When I saw my mother wince, I softened my tone and squeezed her hand. "Sorry, Mom, I know I have to deal with this and so do you. But we will get through this together." She looked at me and smiled weakly.

Mom looked tired. I could see that the stress had taken a toll on her. In fact, it appeared that she had gained a little weight. Not that she looked bad, but her breasts were fuller and I had noticed that her jeans seemed tighter then normal. I guess stress will do that to you … maybe too much comfort food.

It was about a thirty-minute trip from the train station to our house. We didn't talk much until we arrived home. As we walked into the house my mother said, "I'll fix you lunch if you want. Are you hungry?"

"Starved. Let me go take my suitcase to my room and wash up."

"Okay, sweetheart," she said and reached for my hand and squeezed it again.

On impulse I pulled her into my arms for a hug. She held me tight and I heard her start to sob. I had no idea what to say so I just held her and let her cry. At some point, I realized that her breasts were mashed to my chest and her thighs pressed to mine. I was mortified when I felt my cock start to fill with blood. In spite of how badly I felt, she was still my fantasy woman and I just could not help myself. As much I wanted to keep holding her, I knew that in a minute she would feel my excitement. I pushed her back and kissed her lightly on the lips. I could taste her tears and incredibly that made my almost hard cock pulse. I took her face in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away her tears. Her eyes held mine and I was almost lost in the deep pool of blue in her eyes. My excitement grew.

"Uh … let me go unpack," I said. I turned quickly and hurried to my room.

When I returned to the kitchen my mother had a bowl of soup and a sandwich on the table for me. She was sitting across the table and her eyes were still red from crying. When she saw me she started to cry again. I walked over and hugged her. She buried her face in the fabric of my shirt just above the belt. Again, I let her cry until I felt her tears soaking though my shirt. I whispered again, "We'll get through this." I was trying to convince myself as much as her.

"I know," she answered as she pulled away and looked up at me. "But there is something else that you should know."

I suddenly had this rush of dread. I had no idea what she was going to say but from the look on her face, I figured it couldn't be good. "What?" I asked.

"Sit down," she said.

I sat down quickly, staring at her, waiting.

It took a few long moments before she spoke. "I'm not sure how to tell you this and I wanted to wait until you got home before I did."

Now I was even more concerned. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, almost on the verge of tears myself. Maybe cancer, I thought and felt my stomach begin to churn.

"David," she said and paused again for what seemed an eternity. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I'm pregnant."

Suddenly the room was totally silent. I wasn't sure I had heard her right. "What?" I asked.

"I'm two months pregnant."

I heard it this time. I almost fell out of my chair. I stared at her for several very long moments. When I could respond I stuttered, "How … when … oh Jesus, Mom. I thought dad was … you know … you two weren't …"

She had tears streaming down her cheeks as she said; "It wasn't dad that got me pregnant."

I gasped and stared. My head started to spin.

After a moment she composed herself and said, "A couple months ago I was out with a friend. We were drinking and I was telling him about how your father and I never … uh … get together anymore … you know, sexually, it's been years. Well … uh … one thing led to another and I ended up going to a motel with him."

I looked at her with my eyes were as wide as saucers.

"I'm sorry, David. It wasn't something I wanted to happen, it just did. It was only once, but I guess that's all it took."

"God," I said.

"Your father and I have not had sex in five years. He cut me off long ago, and now I know why. But that is no excuse. Can you ever forgive me?" She bowed her head.

I was silent. I had no idea what to say. There were a host of emotions running through me at that moment. Somewhere inside there was anger or more likely it was jealously that she had been with another man, but I certainly couldn't let her know that. Neither could I really be mad at her, especially after all she has gone through. "Who is he?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions out of my voice.

"You don't know him. I met him a few years ago at one of your father's company Christmas parties. We kept in touch, but nothing ever happened until … you know, this one time."

"Does he know you are pregnant?"

"No. He's married."

"Oh shit," I said and then wished I hadn't. "I mean that complicates things I guess."

"Not really. I don't intend to tell him. It was not his fault. I mean it didn't take much to seduce me … if he was even trying. It was just a big mistake for both of us. We both apologized the next day and agreed to never do it again. I don't want to ruin his marriage."

"I guess I can understand that," I said, still fighting my jealously. "What about Dad, does he know?"

"No, and I don't intend to tell him either," she said with thinly veiled anger. "He'll find out soon enough anyway."

Mom looked at me and started to cry again. I got up and came around and knelt at her feet and hugged her.

"I don't know what to do. I'm so ashamed," she said and continued to cry. Then she slipped to her knees in front of me, placing her hands over her face, sobbing.

My heart was being ripped from my chest. I held her shoulders, unsure what to do no. I was just no good when a woman was crying. I repeated for the tenth time, "We'll get through this." I tried to sound confident. I was the man of the house now. But my head was spinning and I was almost shaking. "I can quit college and get a job … you know, to make some extra money," I said.

My mother looked at me with surprise and gathered herself. "Oh no, that's not necessary. Your father is paying alimony and quite a bit of it too. His "friend" has plenty of money; in fact he is very wealthy. The house and everything is ours. So we don't have any worries financially."

I had to admit I felt relief. Yet, I was still concerned about her. I mean I couldn't go back to college and leave her alone while she was pregnant. I could go to a local college, I thought, but did not say. Then I said, "I'm glad you're not telling Dad. We can handle this ourselves. We don't need him."

I saw my mother's face turn soft and I saw a look that was filled with emotion. She said, "David, I love you. You are my rock."

It appeared that I had said the right thing and then I saw her features relax and the tension drained from her. "Thank you for being so understanding," she whispered, continuing to hold me tight. When she pulled back there was something in her eyes that I had never seen before. The blue of her eyes seemed like deep pools of crystal water shimmering in the morning sun. I could suddenly feel heat and I didn't know if it was coming from her or me. My heart began to thump. Then, like a magnet our lips slowly came together.

I am not sure how long the kiss lasted, a minute or an hour, but it was enough to start my blood boiling. When we parted, I could see that my mother was breathing heavier and she still had a funny look on her face. I glanced down and saw that her nipples were hard and poking through the material of her top. She saw my eyes. Her face turned red and so did mine. I quickly pulled away, although reluctantly, and went back to my chair, now embarrassed. I think she was too.

"Want me to heat that soup up for you?" she said, still breathless.

"No, it's fine." I bent my head and began to eat my now cold soup.

My mother stared at me for a few moments … I could feel her eyes but I didn't look up. She got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. She was composed when she came back to the table. "So, I suppose things are going to be changing around here. I mean with a baby and all … crying, diapers, baby food, etc." She laughed lightly. It was obvious that she was trying to lighten the conversation and reduce the tension that had result from the kiss.

"We have plenty of room in this big house," I said. Then I added honestly, "I can turn the bedroom next to yours into a nursery."

"Would you do that for me? That would be wonderful," she said with appreciation in her voice.

"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem. I can put in a doorway to your room, then a little paint and some furniture," I said and paused. "Is it a boy or a girl?"

Mom smiled. "I don't know yet."

"I'll have to wait to paint it until I know if it is going to be blue or pink. A boy certainly can't have a pink bedroom."

She smiled again and said, "I'm going to have to get some maternity clothes. All the clothes I had when I was pregnant with you are long gone. Besides, I doubt they would fit me anymore."

"Why not?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "I've gained a few pounds over the years."

"All in the right places," I blurted.

"Really. You don't think I have gotten … you know … fat."

If I had been older I would have known that was a loaded question, but instead I was just surprised. I looked at her like she had two heads. Then without being conscious of it my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. I quickly drew back to her face. "Uh … no, of course you're not fat, even for being pregnant. In fact, I think pregnant women are very sexy."

"You do?"

I flushed but nodded my head.

"I'm learning new things about you all the time," she said and laughed.

It was the first time I had heard her laugh for real since I met her at the train. I liked it. It lifted the cloud that had seemed to cover the room. I smiled broadly.

Then she added, "But I'll be gaining weight with the pregnancy. I remember before I was pregnant with you, my breasts were quite small, but during pregnancy and after you were born, they grew much bigger and, while they have gone down a bit, they never really went back to the way they were. Now, if they grow …"

I smiled again, trying to keep the lust hidden, but my eyes were drawn to her breasts again. "Sorry, Mom, but they are great now and will be even better later," I said. I had no idea where I got the boldness to say this to my mother. We had never talked about anything like this … especially not sexual things.

"You're so sweet," she said and blushed.

I could tell her demeanor had changed dramatically in the last few minutes. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. My reaction to her pregnancy must have been better than she had expected. It seemed that she was coming to terms with the situation and I had helped. At least I thought I had.

"Listen, sweetie, I have some grocery shopping to do. You want to go with me?"

I looked at her with a frown but then smiled and said, "I'd rather have a sharp stick in my eye."

"Okay," she said and laughed. "I'll be back in a couple hours."

I watched her leave the kitchen, staring at that great ass again. And like she had done at the station, she turned and smiled at me. My face reddened but I didn't turn away this time.

Later we ate dinner and talked. In just a few hours we had become much closer. Not that we weren't close before; preemie's and their mothers are generally closer for a variety of reasons. But suddenly we had a common problem and she was treating me like an adult, as an equal, and not like her child.

After dinner I went to take a shower. I had shampoo in my hair and it had run into my eyes. When I reached out for a towel, I realized that I had neglected to put one on the rack. The towels were in a closet a few feet away, which I could not reach without getting out of the shower. Wet from head to toe, I was trying to step out of the shower when my foot slipped. I yelled as I went down, grabbing the shower curtain on my way. It helped break my fall but the flimsy rod couldn't hold my weight and I landed on the floor, on my butt, with a thud. I was unhurt but embarrassed.

My mother heard me yell and rushed into the bathroom to find me lying naked on the floor. "Are you hurt?" she asked reaching to help me up.

I took her hand and stood, dripping wet and stark naked. "Only my pride," I quipped.

"Let me get you a towel," she said, turning and opening the closet. She pulled out a towel but instead of handing it to me she paused. "You sure you're okay? You didn't bruise your butt, did you?"

"Moooommm," I said, "I'm fine." I suddenly realized that I was totally naked with my mother staring at me. I saw her eyes appraising my body. I saw her eyes drift down to my middle. She was unconscious of it I am sure.

In spite of my embarrassment I felt blood flowing to my penis.

"You have grown up on me," she said, but then blushed and drew her eyes away from my suddenly twitching cock. "I guess I better get out of here," she said, now flustered.

Later that night, sometime after 11:00, I was lying in bed naked with my I-Pod headphones on listening to music when thoughts of my mother slipped into my mind. I began to stroke myself as I thought about my favorite fantasy. It was a familiar one … one where my gorgeous mother and I are at the swimming pool. I offer to put sunscreen on her back. She reaches back and unties the string on her bikini top. I slowly smooth cream on her back as I stare at her gorgeous ass enhanced by the dental floss bikini, which left the smooth mounds of her ass cheeks bare. Slowly my hand slides down her back until I reach her ass. She squirmed as I moved lower spreading the cream over her cheeks.

Suddenly my eyes flew open. I realized that my mother was standing in the room. I had not heard her knock, if she had, because of the headphones. I gasped and looked for something to cover my obvious excitement. I noticed that my mother was holding something in her hand. Her face was red and she looked concerned.

"Moooommmmm!" I gasped. Then I realized what she was wearing. She had on a man's shirt, which was unbuttoned down the front revealing most of her gorgeous breasts and a pair of bikini panties.

"David, I found this in your linen closet when I was replacing the towels just now. Does it belong to you?" She held open a magazine that depicted naked men having sex. There was a look of total shock on her face ... which matched mine. Apparently she had panicked when she found the magazine in the closet and had rushed into my room not realizing that she was half naked.

"Noooo," I gasped. The magazine was clearly intended for gay men. "Moooommmm," I screamed again, "That doesn't belong to me." Then suddenly I realized that because of Dad, she thought that maybe I was gay also. You know, the "apple doesn't fall far from the tree", kind of thinking.

"Really, Mom, that is not mine. I've never seen it before. It has to have belonged to dad."

My mother came over and sat down on the bed next to me. "Its okay, David, you can be honest with me. We can get you help if you are … are … you know, like dad."

I was so shocked I couldn't answer.

She said, "You are a handsome boy and I've wondered why you didn't date more in high school." She clearly thought I was might be gay.

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. A strange thought suddenly crossed my mind. I had a moment when I thought about using her fears to my advantage, but I came to my senses.

"Mom, I am not gay. I'm just shy. Really!"

I saw a skeptical look on her face and it appeared she didn't believe me. Then she placed her hand on my bare thigh. That small move made my cock, which had gone limp, twitch. It was starting to grow again. The room was suddenly filled with tension. I was almost frozen with fear. If she kept her hand on my bare thigh I was going to be fully erect again in a few moments. Then when she began to gently massage my leg, that did it and within seconds I was hard. "Mooommm," I gasped as her circling hand moved higher.

"If you are leaning that way, I think we can get you help," she said with a pained expression.

I knew from my intro to psychology that being gay was not a choice one made ... you either were or your weren't. "Listen, I think about girls … only girls. I even fantasize about you." I blushed.

Her eyes opened wide, but then they narrowed as if she thought I was making that up to please her. I saw a look of determination on her face.

"Just relax, she said as she slowly moved her hand higher and higher.

I held my breath, unable to believe what was about to happen.

Her hand wrapped around my cock a moment later and I almost passed out.

"Jesus," I whispered under my breath. It was impossible to relax. I stared at her, my chest tightening with excitement. She began to stroke me. I thought I heard a little moan slip from her lips. Then she started to move her hand up and down. I was in total shock at this point and my mind could not comprehend what was happening. The woman I had fantasized about was stroking my cock.

"Mmmm, that's it, just relax, sweetie," she whispered as she continued to stroke me.

My cock was pulsing in her hand and juice was literally running from the slit. She used it to coat my cock and make is slippery. Her hand began to move faster until the room filled with the sloppy sound of her stroking hand. It didn't take long for me to reach my peak. I wondered if I should warn her that I was about to climax, but the only thing that came from my mouth was an, "Ahhhhhh". My cock throbbed and suddenly exploded. The fact that I had been stimulating myself for a while and now my mother was jerking on my cock, caused my sperm to blast high into the air in a huge arch, hitting my chin and then splattering on my chest.

Blast after blast spewed from the swollen head until my balls were empty. My mother kept pumping until I was dry. Then she squeezed one last time before she quietly stood up and left the room.

I lay there gasping for breath and wondering if it had all been a dream. By the time I had fallen asleep I had convinced myself that it was in fact a dream.