Moral Model Mom No More

This took place a number of years ago when I was still a freshman in high school. To many of those who may read this story the events I have witnessed may appear shocking and grotesque. Trust me, they were to me at the time. Now I look back at that and don’t think much of it and in fact have some conflicting feeling of attraction and anger.

It was a Wednesday, one of the days of September in 1997. Usually I just walk home from high school once the classes end. My mom has stopped picking me up like she did in middle school because my high school was very close to home. Usually the classes ended at 3:16 as they usually do in most schools in America. But that Wednesday our English teacher who was supposed to teach the class that begins right after lunch was sick. We were told there was not going to be any class after lunch but that we should go wait in our homeroom. I was really frustrated and decided to cut class and just go home. My classmates sometimes did that and so did I. No one would stop a teenage guy who’s walking home with his backpack, our school wasn’t very strict. Besides I was nineteen already and could do whatever I wanted.

It is 12:40pm and I am walking towards our house with a cheerful smile. My mom would not get mad because she knows if I were to go home I wouldn’t go wondering downtown anywhere and that I would head straight home to either sleep or play computer games. The sun was out in the blue cloudless sky and lets just say it was pretty hot. I was sweating and wanted to take a cool shower and then crash. So as I open and close behind me the door of our house I don’t see my mom anywhere downstairs. She would usually be either reading or watching tv in the living room. That was kind of unusual not to see here there, but I didn’t pay much attention to that I headed upstairs towards my room. After I threw my backpack to the floor I turned around to go to take a piss in the bathroom that was located half way between my room and my parents’ bedroom. When I was about to enter the bathroom I suddenly realized I heard something. I strange noises coming from my parents’ bedroom and when I heard it I was very confused because in my mind I could not find an explanation as to whom it may have been in there because, first of all, I have never heard
my parents behind their bedroom door, second of all, dad was not at home because his car was not near the garage like it is supposed to be when he is home. The sounds that were coming out of the bedroom were clearly that belonging to a female. Even later, when I her with my own eyes, I could not believe it was mom.

Let me describe you my mom a bit. Back then as a freshman in high school I have never viewed my mom in a sexual way. I mean it is my mom after all. My view of her is that of a homemaker and caretaker mom who loves me and I would never imagine her in any sexual situation at all. Its just a taboo fantasy. I had to acknowledge that my mother is attractive however. She is not into going to gym or anything but she likes to walk a lot and sometimes would take a jog in the morning. She watches her diet so she has not become fat like most women after giving birth. At that time she was thirty six years old. She had brunette hair which she had arranged into a short haircut with strands sticking out into different directions from time to time. She had sizeable breasts and nice hips which showed really well when she wore a tight skirt. Since she stayed home in our suburban neighborhood most of the time she had lots of time on her hands which allowed her to have a regular nice tan. I never thought about any feelings or needs she might have because she always appeared cheerful and happy when I was at home. I assumed she was happy to be what most refer to as homemaker.

With that said allow me to continue with my main story.