Literotica Lover

Over the next few weeks nothing much changed around the house except that I had fallen madly in love with my mother, and I think she knew it. I would act like a teenager in love whenever I was around her. Anything she asked me to do, I readily agreed. I told her that I needed to help her because of the pregnancy. That was somewhat true, but it was a lot more than that. I wanted to be around her all the time. Whenever I had a chance to peek at her in the tub or dressing I did … although I felt guilty about it afterward. I could see her body changing … her stomach was getting a little bigger and her breasts seemed to be growing. That just made me crazier for her. She had a glow about her that I had never seen before. She seemed to be very happy now, although sometimes I would see her sitting on the porch alone and I knew she was still dealing with my father leaving her. I think she felt like she had not been woman enough for him. That was irrational but I knew her hormones were going crazy. I guessed that our sexual contact was either a result of her hormones or the emotional turmoil that came from her feeling that she had not been sexually adequate for my father. Whatever the reason, it made no difference to me.

During this time she continued to come to my room. Not every night, but several times a week. It was always the same, she would stroke me as she played with herself until she climaxed. Then she would tease me for a long, long time. I got to the point where I could hold my climax for as long as it took. I reveled in the stroking and her closeness. I loved to feel her breasts pressed to me. I, of course, pretended to be asleep and she would stop stroking me if I began to move. It was her game and she made the rules … and I happily complied.

Then, something changed … up until that point, her jerking me off had always been in my bed in the cover of darkness. It happened about a week ago. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I had been working in the yard when she called to me and asked if I wanted burgers on the grill. I readily agreed and said I just needed to get a shower first.

When I came downstairs an hour later Mom was outside fixing the burgers. She had on a pretty blue sundress and was standing at the grill.

"Hi," I said as I walked up behind her. "Smells good."

She turned and smiled and said, "Hungry?"

"Always."

"It looks like rain so I guess we had better eat inside. Can you set the table for me?"

"Sure." I went inside and put plates and napkins on the breakfast nook table. Then I brought out all the fixings that I like; tomatoes, lettuce, mayonnaise, and onions. A few minutes later my mother came in with a tray of steaming burgers. Then she went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of iced tea for her and a bottle of beer.

"You don't drink beer," I said.

"No, but I figured you do now," she said with a smile. "I picked some up at the store today."

I had had my share of beer at college ... what freshman doesn't. My face brightened. "Really? I can have a beer?"

"Well, as long as you don't tell anyone and you don't drive, I figured a few beers in the fridge wouldn't hurt."

"Thanks, Mom," I said feeling proud that she thought I was old enough to handle a beer or two. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, pulling away quickly in case she would protest. She didn't. On impulse I leaned over and kissed her again. She didn't really respond, but she didn't pull away either. I held the kiss for a moment longer, deciding not to push it by trying to use my tongue. When I finally pulled away, I could still feel her soft lips still on mine and I could almost taste her. I whispered, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too," she returned. I saw what looked like a tear in her eye. Then she said, "I don't know what I would have done without you."

I smiled and we both grew quiet, gazing at each other. It was one of the most incredible moments of my life. The look of love in her eyes made my heart skip a beat and it felt like I was melting inside.

"Let's eat," she whispered as she gently touched my cheek.

Then we sat down and I made up a giant burger for myself. She made one as well, but it wasn't quite as large as mine. I picked mine up and was about to take a bite when I felt something on my leg. I froze. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, afraid to turn and look, and saw my mother holding her burger with one hand, her other on my thigh. She was not looking my way. I suppressed a gasp when her hand started to snake toward my shorts. My heart was beating so hard it made my whole body shake as her fingers found the zipper of my shorts and slipped it down. My cock was immediately hard and almost found its way out of my shorts without her help.

My mother's hand was wrapped around my throbbing cock now. I was frozen with excitement; still afraid to look in fear that she would stop. A little moan escaped my lips as she began to stroke me. My mother was jerking me off … right in the breakfast nook, in broad daylight. It was almost more than I could take.

I was breathing heavily, but I could also hear my mother breathing hard. I held my burger in my hands, but it was in serious danger of falling. My hips began to move in time with my mother's hand. She paused. I stopped moving. I had grown to like the teasing. She began stroking me slowly again. She moved her hand up and down and twisted it like I had grown to love. When she squeezed tighter and began to pump faster, it took but a few long moments before I knew I was going to climax. Again, I wanted to warn her, but only a ragged gasp came from my lips. Then I let out a long, low moan and closed my eyes. My cock pulsed and began to squirt. I bowed my head as incredible pleasure rushed over me. My cock throbbed and cum poured out of me like a garden hose.

When the last squeeze of cum was out of my cock I sighed heavily. I looked at my mother and she was now eating the burger with both hands. There was a smile on her face. I was shocked when I saw my cum glistening on her fingers. She didn't seem to mind that fact or that I had splattered cum all over the hardwood floor either.

Nothing was said as we finished our burgers. Somehow eating had taken a distant second to the swirling that was going on in my head. My mother got up and wiped her mouth before saying, "Would you mind cleaning up?" I knew she meant both the floor and the table.

"Uh … no," I stammered. I watched in stunned silence as she left the room.