Chapter 1

I had to get out of the house for a while, it was starting to stink. She sits around all day watching TV, smoking cigarettes and I don’t think she’s bathing as much as needed. I feel bad for my mom, I do. She and Dad were together for twenty-four years. The cancer that took him fast, from his diagnosis to his funeral, was less than two months. I’m glad he didn’t have to waste away and languish in misery.

We buried him eighteen months back, it was a tough time for us. Mom barely spoke for the first month. I quit my job and moved back to town to care for her. Between my parent’s savings and his insurance, we could survive comfortably. I quickly learned to cook a few meals, clean the house, and wash delicate underwear. I have never married, I am tall and skinny, had an acne problem in high school. I am a bit of an introvert and lack the confidence to impress the ladies. What the good Lord did, was give me intelligence and a thick seven-inch cock that shoots ropes. I’m still afraid to turn on a black light in the bedroom I grew up in.

I will admit, Mom has come a long way from where we started. Sometimes she goes into a funk and sleeps too much, but even those are becoming less frequent. Watching TV at night, I liked to put on the comedians. She loves Whitney Cummings and laughs out loud at her routines. I can get her to have a cocktail now and then. Neither of us is much of a drinker, but occasionally she will tie one on.

I got her talking the other night, she asked me out of the blue, “When did you lose your virginity? You never dated.”

“Mom.” I reacted. “Okay, when did you lose your virginity Mom?”

“Oh, your Daddy took that. I always knew he was the one. One night after we graduated, we told my Daddy we were going to dinner and a movie, but your dad had rented a room up the highway. We were so nervous. I promised I would never tell anybody, but the first time we did it, your dad didn’t last long. He felt so bad, but he recovered, and we did it two more times before he took me home. Somehow, I think my dad knew what we were doing. He never said anything to me about it, but he knew. He liked your dad, so I think he knew it was a matter of time. I told you mine, now tell me yours.”

“I don’t have one,” I said looking at my feet.

Mom looked at me confused, “What?”

“I’ve never done it, are you happy? The girls don’t like me, and I don’t know how to talk to them.”

“Oh baby,” she cooed, putting an arm around me, her robe fell open a bit revealing her C cups. I looked and could see one of her nipples. The areola, I saw was the size of a half dollar. The nipple wasn’t hard, but a nice little nub. I felt my cock stir and quickly sat up and looked anywhere but her breasts. Mom looked down at her predicament and closed her robe without a word. “It’s okay, you will find a woman you can talk to and she will want to talk to you. And she will help you, before you know it, it’s no longer a big deal.”

We left it at that, but I couldn’t get her nipple out of my head. I found myself jacking it, thinking of reaching into her robe and cupping a breast, how it would feel on my tongue. I learned to put a towel down because I can make a mess. I pumped my load and let my head rest on the pillow when out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. There was nothing there, but my bedroom door was ajar. I know I closed it; I always closed it. Maybe it didn’t latch.

The next couple of days seemed a little different. Mom was up and made breakfast for me the next morning. She was showered and dressed before ten in the morning. Most mornings she’s asleep, getting up around noon. Get dressed, my young son. I want to do a little shopping and I still don’t feel comfortable driving. So, that’s what we did. I bought a couple of shirts and underwear. Mom did the same, we split up for a while shopping in the various departments. We stopped for dinner on the way home. It was the first time she had left the house in a month and the first time since Dad died, she had eaten a meal out.

I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, for fear she might slide back into, “The Other”. That dark place you can’t escape from. That place where you can’t eat, you can’t sleep, or you can’t stay awake. After dinner, she surprised me again, “I want to get a bottle of vodka and some OJ.”

“Screwdrivers?” I asked.

“Yes, for some reason, it sounds right.” I stopped and restocked our bar. Vodka, bourbon, two types of rum, and mixers. “That’s a lot of vodka.” Mom mused.

“Restocking our beverages, we should tie one on, listen to music, and laugh. I haven’t heard you laugh in a long time. Do you want to invite anyone over?”

“No, I don’t want people over, but I will have a couple of drinks with you and there hasn’t been a lot to laugh about. Tell me a joke.”

“A joke? Let’s see ... okay, two guys walking down the street, they see a dog in the front yard, bent around licking himself. One guy says, “I wish I could do that.”

The other guy says, “You might want to pet him first.”

Mom stared at me and then the wonderful sound of laughter came from her. It came so quickly that a bit of her spittle landed on my cheek. This caused her to laugh harder. “I am so sorry,” she said, wiping her spit off my cheek.

“Are you kidding, I have been missing that for so long,” I said smiling Then Mom surprised me again, she leaned over and kissed me softly on my cheek, close to my lips, I could smell her perfume, something else she had not worn for so long. My cock started to fill, and I shifted, hoping she wouldn’t notice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her bend her head and look at my lap, then she sat back in her seat. “Thank you, that felt good.”

“I’ll make you feel good.” I thought. A bit of information the ladies may not be aware of. The cock can fill about halfway, making it uncomfortable in your pants. Sometimes it stays that way, waiting to find out if we are going to do this thing or not. Right now, mine straining against my jeans. If she looked; she would know. She didn’t mention it and we got home a few minutes later.

Mom carried her packages to her bedroom and called back asking me to fix her a Screwdriver, she would be back out in a bit. I sat in the car pretending to look for something. I was hoping my cock would give me a break. It didn’t and after Mom went inside, I looked around for neighbors, exited the vehicle, and carried the rest in.

Pouring Mom a drink, I made it strong, If I could only get one in her, I wanted it to be a good one. Let me say now, that I had no plans to have relations with my mom. I had thought about it, hell, I jacked off thinking about it, but I knew that it would never happen. At least in reality. Mom was taking her time and I walked back to check on her and heard the shower running. That’s odd, she always showers in the morning, when I can get her to shower, but two in one day? She must be feeling dirty.

I sat on the couch, sipping my cocktail and watching TV. An old episode of “Bay Watch”. I love those red bathing suits and the way those beautiful women filled them out. My cock twitched and I changed channels. Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders in training, nope, next channel. “Below Deck”, hot stews running around in bikinis or less, next channel. “Shit.” My cock strained against my pants, trying to stretch out. I finished my drink and went to fix another and remake Mom’s so it’s fresh.

Setting our drinks on the coffee table, I turned off the TV and turned on some music. Mom liked old rock-n-roll from the seventies and eighties. I was sipping my drink when Mom returned to the room. She was wearing her terry cloth bathrobe. Her short brown hair, she cut it short, so she didn’t have to mess with it, was clean and combed. I could smell her perfume and damn it; my cock was just going to do what it was going to do. It had a mind of its own.