How I Spent My Summer Vacation
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, mt/Fa, Ma/Ma, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Cheating, Incest, Mother, Son, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Pregnancy, Slow,
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young boy's relationship with his mother takes a sudden turn as an accident makes him dependent on her as he had not been since he was a toddler. During the boy's recovery from the injuries of the accident a dynamic evolves and the mother is faced with the dichotomy of mother as lover.
School had been out for two weeks and Jaxon was looking forward to his to his fifteenth birthday in another week. He was having a pool party and along with eighteen other invited guests Sharon Wheatley had sent her RSVP. Jaxon had been attracted to Sharon ever since they had met when she had transferred to his school in the sixth grade. Sharon had light brown hair and green eyes and showed her even pearly white teeth when she smiled, which was often. At eleven she had suddenly developed breasts. Breasts that required that she start wearing a bra. She was the first girl in her grade to wear a bra. Recently whenever in Sharon's company Jaxon had found it difficult to take his eyes off her chest causing his conversation and manner to become somewhat stilted. Any grown up would have immediately recognized budding puppy love but to Jaxon Sharon was the love of his life. She was pretty without being showy, she was smart, she had a nice figure and she had those magnificent tits. I those respects she was much like his mother.
Riding his bike down Elm Street and thinking of what Sharon would look like in a bathing suit at his party Jaxon in a moment of inattention drove into a pot hole left over from the winter snows and was thrown over the handlebars into the back of the Hanson's parked Buick.
Jaxon vaguely remembered Mrs. Hanson telling him that help was on the way and that she would call his mother. Other than that his next memory was waking up in Cloverhill General Hospital with his mother and dad with expressions of mild desperation and speaking sotto voce in chairs beside his bed. It took him a minute to recall what had happened and why he was here.
"Jax you're awake," his mother exclaimed.
"Yeah kind of I guess. I don't feel so hot. My face hurts. Could I have some water, please?"
"Yes, here let me get you some," his mother said seizing the plastic pitcher from his stand and pouring ice water into a cup and handing it to Jazon. Oops you'll need a straw with that.
It was when he reached for the cup that Jaxon noticed that he had costs on both his hands. The one on his left went from his hand up to his elbow and the one on the right was just on his hand. In reaching for the cup he realized that he wouldn't be able to hold it.
"Here let me help you," his mother said holding the straw to his mouth.
"What happened to me?"
"When you flew into the Hanson's car you must have instinctively put your hands out to protect yourself and you broke your wrist on some bones in your left hand and your thumb on your right hand," his dad said. "That probably saved your face. While badly bruised your nose isn't broken but you will have two black eyes along with a bruise on your cheek and some cuts on your forehead. All that should resolve in a couple of weeks. The doctor said he expected your hands and wrist to be OK in four to six weeks depending on your rate of healing. He said that since you are young you should heal relatively quickly with no residual effects."
"What about my birthday?" Jaxon asked thinking of Sharon in a bikini.
"Your mother with her ever present iPad has taken care of everything.
"Jax I sent an email to all your guests telling them what happened and that the party was being postponed; postponed not cancelled. I told them you would be well in six weeks and that the party was back on schedule for August 16. I asked if they would kindly inform me if they would be able to attend on that date. I have already received five affirmative replies."
"Have you heard from Sharon Wheatley?"
"Not yet," Jaxon's mother said with a sideways glance at his dad.
"When can I get out of here?"
"Jerry says he doesn't see why you can't come home tomorrow." (Jerry was their family doctor and a golfing buddy of Jaxon's dad.) Your mother will get you in the morning. I have that trip to Chicago tomorrow. Sorry we'll miss the Cubs game."
Jaxon was to have gone to Chicago with his dad and go to the game tomorrow afternoon by himself and the two of them were going the following day to a night game. Jaxon really felt down about not being able to go with his dad. They always had such good "guy" time when it was just the two of them.
"Maybe next time dad."
"I'm sorry but visiting hours are over and we need to get him bathed and he could do with some rest. Best thing to get that healing started," said a nurse peeking her head around the doorway.
"Get some sleep Jax I'll see you in the morning," said his mother.
"Goodnight sport. I'll see you in a couple of days," his dad said.
Carlton and Emily Overton had two other children. A daughter, Danielle (Danny), twenty-four, who lived in Denver and a son, Carlton, III, twenty-one, who was spending the summer in Europe on an internship with the State Department before grad school. Jaxon had not been a mistake as many suspected but a planned for addition. Carlton and Emily had originally planned to stop at two when they had the millionaire's choice of a girl and a boy but Carlton, III had been so independent even at five that Emily wanted a baby. Someone she could suckle and lavish her love on that her other two children seemed not to need.
Jaxon had been the perfect child for Emily always affectionate and loving with his mother and with no streak of independence exhibited by the others. As a result Jaxon was her favorite and had filled that empty spot that Emily had harbored before his birth. Jaxon was all boy and enjoyed golfing and going to the ball games with his dad but he did not exclude his mother from his everyday life and they often played tennis at the country club. When he got home from school or from lacrosse or tennis practice he and Emily nearly always talked about his day and what was going on with his life. As a consequence Emily felt a part of his life and not on the outside looking in.