Motherly Love_(1)

I’m still not sure how it all happened. It started off as just another summer weekend. My mother had kept me busy all day moving furniture and cleaning up around the house. It was the end of a long hot summer and I wouldn’t have to go back to school for another six weeks. I was starting my senior year in high school that year. While dressed only in an old pair of cut-off jean shorts, I worked laboriously in the stifling heat. Mom was wearing navy-blue shorts and a white blouse tied off at her mid-riff, revealing just a glimpse of her slim waistline. Her long brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail with one of those brightly colored elastic bands that she favored so much.

Mom was a real knock-out. She could have easily passed as a model, even at her age of 39. She had the figure that younger women would have killed for. Her breasts were large, but not obscenely so. Her eyes are light blue and her long body waved brown hair reached down to just below her waist. She was 5’10”, only two inches shorter than I, and had long slender legs to match.

Mom walked into the living room just as I was finishing moving the couch to a new location. She watched me silently for a few moments as I grunted and strained and finally accomplished my goal, although not without completely drenching myself in sweat. The whole time my mother was strangely silent. Finally she spoke.

“You know Eric, you’re turning into quite a man. I can’t believe you handled that couch all by yourself. I hadn’t really noticed how muscular you are until now. Have you been working out?”

“Yah, some of the guys and I lift weights after school. It’s no big deal.”

“Okay…So. Why don’t you go upstairs and get a shower. Since dad is out of town, I don’t I’ll think cook dinner. I was thinking I would just phone out for a pizza. How does that sound?”

“That sounds great!” While upstairs taking my shower, I kept thinking about the way mom had admired and praised my body. In one way it felt weird and little uncomfortable, but in another way it was an amazing turn-on. It may sound odd, but I had never really thought of my mother as a woman before. To me she was just mom. But now thinking about her reaction to me, I realized I was really attracted to her physically as a woman. Who wouldn’t be? I had a raging hard-on, so I soaped it up, and started stroking it. I was just about to get my rocks off, when there was a knock at the bathroom door. “Hurry up in there son, the pizza is here and its going to get cold unless you get out of there in this century.” I quickly rinsed off and got out and dried myself off. I then realized that I forgot my clothes in my room. Grabbing a terry-cloth robe, I wrapped myself and started to tie it off as I quickly headed out the bathroom door. I almost ran over top of mom in the process. She was standing just outside the door apparently about to knock on the door again.

“Oh, I’m sorry mom. I didn’t know you were there.”

“It’s all right, I’m not hurt. Never mind getting dressed, Eric. Just come on downstairs and eat.”

I couldn’t be sure but I thought that my chance collision with mom had given her momentary glance at my stiff rod before I had finished tying my robe close. If she did, she didn’t mention it. We went downstairs and ate our pizza and made a lot of small talk in the process. Finally I decided to ask about dad.

“When’s dad coming back from his business trip, mom?”

“Monday evening, hon.”

“Missed him?”

“You bet! He’s been gone for a whole two weeks.” She smiled mischievously. “In fact I went shopping for him yesterday. He’s going to be really surprised.”

“What did you buy, mom?”

“Never mind, son. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“Come on, mom. You can tell me.”

“It’s an adult thing Eric. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Hey! I’m an adult too you know. I am almost 18.”

Once again mom was uncharacteristically quiet. Finally she sighed and replied, “You know, Eric, you’re right.