Chapter 6: Et Tu, Mother?

It was almost two weeks later when I got a sign from Angela that I could drop by her house the next day. And I did.

The next day almost a duplicate repeat of the first time, except this time after Angela’s first orgasm I got to fuck her ass. She drained me very well.

As I got up to leave, Angela stopped me and pulled me back to bed.

“I need to talk to you a little before you leave.”

“OK. What’s on your mind.”

“I’m not sure we can do this again.”

I was crestfallen.

“What? Why? I thought you liked doing this. What’s going on Angela? Is Angelo suspecting anything? My cousins?”

“Not Angelo and not your cousins. You need to pay attention at home. Your mother grilled me the other day. You were not very careful. Your mother smelled my perfume on your clothes as she was washing them. It seems she has noticed that I’ve been happier than usual and she tried to worm it out of me. I’m not sure I can take her interrogation much longer before making a mistake and saying something that I shouldn’t.”

“Crap. That’s not good. I’ve been doing my best to stay under the radar whenever I did something like this. I never thought about my own mother blowing my cover.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. But she might be on to you, and maybe me too. Hopefully not.”

“Crap.”

“Promise me that you’ll be careful around your mother.”

“You don’t need to ask me that. Of course I will. Hopefully she doesn’t cause any issues.”

Angela was correct. Mom was on to me. When I walked into the house that day I didn’t have a chance to put away my books or change my clothes. My mother seemed to have been waiting for me to show up and as soon as I closed the door behind me and announced my arrival, she rushed to the house entrance to greet me.

I was surprised when she came close and hugged me!

“Hi mom!” I said to the surprise hug. My mother never really hugged me without a cause and her reason was soon apparent.

“Hi Luca! So, you were with Angela just now.” She stated as she sniffed my collar.

“What? That’s ridiculous. What are you talking about mom?”

“So you truly think I’m stupid.”

“No, I don’t think you’re stupid mom. What are you talking about? Why would you say such a silly thing?”

“You must think that I’m stupid if you think I will believe whatever bullshit you’ll tell me to deny the obvious. You were with Angela just now and her smell is all over you.”

“Uhh...”

“Uhh ... exactly. So wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“Nothing is going on. I dropped by her house to say hi. That’s all.”

“That’s all my ass. Go ahead smell my neck.”

“What? Why? That’s silly.”

“Go ahead, take a sniff of my neck I said.” Mom ordered in a no-nonsense tone.

I approached her and sniffed her neck.

“Ok. So?”

“Do you smell Angela or do you smell me?”

“I don’t smell anything out of the ordinary. You smell like you’ve been cooking.”

“Exactly. You should smell like a sweaty teenage boy who had just come home from school, but you don’t. You smell of women’s perfume. To be exact, you smell of the same perfume that I gifted Angela this past Christmas. Can you explain that?”

“Uh ... That’s ridiculous. I don’t smell like Angela.”

“Is that how my end is going to be? Is this how my only son will treat me when I get older? Are you going to treat me like an idiot for the rest of my life? Do you have so little respect for your own mother Luca?” Mom started doing her over-dramatic thing.

“Of course not mom. I love you and respect you very much. You know that.”

“Then level with me and tell me the truth. Don’t treat me like an idiot and think that you can pull the wool over my eyes. You smell like Angela, that means you were with her just now and you were not there for coffee and cookies. What’s going on between you and your aunt? What’s going on between my son and my sister?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. You should ask your sister.”

“Oh my god! What was that hussy doing with her own nephew? Jesus have mercy on our souls.” Mom said making the cross sign like any catholic would do.

“Mom, nothing is going on.” I said as I headed to my room. I wasn’t equipped to lie on this level yet. I was only a teenager and my mother was an experienced adult. If anybody was going to answer these questions, it was going have to be Angela.

As I closed my bedroom door behind me, I heard and really felt the house’s door slam shut. I looked out of my window to see my mother walking quickly in Angela’s house’s direction. Shit.

I rushed to the phone and called Angela’s house.

“Pronto!” Angela’s voice came through the phone.

“Mom is on her way to you. Be ready. She sniffed my neck as I walked in. She asked me about you and I denied anything other than saying hi. She should be almost there.”

“FUCK! Really? This is bad. This is really bad.” Came Angela’s reply.

Sure enough, I heard the doorbell through the phone. My mom was there already. She must have ran there. Next thing I knew the phone went dead. Angela hung up.

It was over an hour later when the moment I dreaded came; mom came back. I steeled myself to be yelled at, to be grounded and to be physically punished by my father when he came back from work after 6.

However, mom didn’t come to yell at me; she simply went into her own room and didn’t come out until my dad came back home.

Mom called all of us to dinner as usual.

As I sat in my chair surrounded by my sisters, mother and father, I didn’t know what to do. It was an eery feeling. I was expecting severe punishment, a lot of drama, etc...

None of that happened.

The only difference was that mom was quieter than usual, but other than that, everything was normal. Well, mom and I were quiet, but the others were their usual chatty selves.

When dinner was over, I went to my room still expecting some kind of repercussion to what transpired during the day, but nothing happened. My sisters did the dishes and my father watched TV along with my mother and nothing was said. My mother seemed distant, but that’s all.

I didn’t see Angela at our house at all for the next two weeks. My mom was quiet and quite business-like with me during that time. I didn’t know what to make of it.

I still visited Lucia, and tutored at the Donnatos’ and had fun, but I couldn’t figure out what’s going on with my mom and her sister.

Two full weeks later, on my way home from school, I was surprised when I was passing in front of Angela’s house when she opened the door and waved me in quickly.

“Angela, so good to finally see you. What’s going on?” I asked with a big smile as I approached their door.

“Hi Luca, can’t talk much, the girls are coming back soon. Just wanted to talk to you for a minute.”

“Ok. I’m all ears.” I said as I stepped over the threshold and Angela stopped me when I tried to close the door behind me.

“Can’t talk for long. I’ve visited your mother today for the first time since she came over two weeks ago. We talked. I explained to your mother as much as I could. I think we’re on our way to clear things up and go back to normal. It will be a while maybe, but things are starting to settle. Your mother didn’t kick me out and she heard what I had to say. But she didn’t make any commitment one way or the other. How are things for you at home?”

“Mom has been quiet. I don’t think she told my dad anything. She mostly avoids talking to me and my dad didn’t punish me. So as far as I can tell, all is good.”

“Good. This is good. Now you have to go. I don’t want your mother to suspect anything if you’re late coming home from school. We’ll talk later. Now go home.”

“Ok, I will. Hopefully I can see you again soon.” I said as I put as much meaning into ‘see you’ as I dared while the door behind me was open.

“Say Hi to your mom.” Angela said in a loud voice meant for anybody outside hearing us.

I left and went home.

Nothing changed for another two weeks.

But then things started changing subtly. Mom was changing subtly.

First started the talking at dinner. Mom seemed to be returning to her old self. She started gradually talking normally to me. I don’t think anybody else noticed at home. Not my dad and none of my sisters said anything if they had noticed.

Then things started changing from the old normal.

I would catch my mother looking at me and she would avert her eyes when I looked back. Then the hugs started. A month and a half after the last time I was with Angela, mom greeted me at the door and hugged me when I came back from school. She held the hug for few seconds and then went to finish cooking the meal she was preparing for dinner. She left me at the door wondering what is going on.

That evening I risked calling Angela at home and she quickly revealed that her and mom have been visiting again and talking and that she told mom was happened and that mom was surprised and intrigued. She couldn’t elaborate and cut our call short when one of my cousins came to talk to her.

I tried guessing what my mom was thinking, but of course, it wasn’t something that I had any experience in. I wasn’t psychic and I wasn’t a woman and I definitely had no insight into my own mother’s mind anymore than I had with any other woman.

After thinking too much about it, I came to the conclusion that I’m just an idiot and my thinking would amount to nothing. I would have to simply wait for my mom to either go back to normal or to tell me what’s going on with her directly, or let her actions speak. I decided to simply live my life normally and stop worrying about what happened as there seems to be no negative consequences to anything that has already happened and stressing over it is a waste of my time and energy.

As the days passed, the changes in my mother’s behavior continued. The changes were subtle and slow, but all pointed in a direction that I couldn’t believe, so I discounted my own thoughts as idiotic as they didn’t make sense.

The first change was mom giving me more hugs, especially when I came back from school. They were nice hugs to get. I’d get into the house and I yell ‘I’m home’ and the next thing would be that mom would show up, say hello and give me a hug.

One day few weeks after this started, she came over and gave me a tight hug, but the completely out of character thing was that she was wearing a thin house dress, and this time without a bra! For the first time in my life I could feel my mother’s big breasts mashed against my chest instead of two mounds formed by an industrial strength bra.

I wrapped my arms around her tighter and felt up her back, yep, no bra straps. Mom held the hug longer and I moved my hands all over her back giving her a gentle back-rub. Just to make sure of things, I felt down all the way to the top of mom’s ass to the beginning of the swell of her cheeks and mom simply held the hug and even a bit tighter.

I didn’t dare do more. After all, this was my mother. After I felt the top of her ass without repercussions, I went back to rubbing safer places on her back.

“You give great hugs.” Mom whispered.

“You too mom. I love your hugs. I look forward to them every afternoon.”

“You don’t have to wait for my hug after school you know. I would love to get hugs any other time too. You make me feel good when you hug me.” She informed me.

“That’s good to know. A lot of times I feel like hugging you and I’m not sure if you would be open to it. I’ll do it more often from now on. Whenever I need some loving I’ll come to you.” I whispered back in her ear.

“That would be really nice.” Was her simple reply.

We held the hug for few more seconds and then she disengaged informing me that she needed to finish supper.

I went back to my room and freshened up. I thought about what happened that day and I came to the impossible conclusion that mom may have been in the same boat as her sister with regards to her marriage to dad and that after more than twenty years of marriage things were stale in her life and she was seeking some excitement. It was a strange feeling to come to such realization about one’s own mother. Could mom allow inappropriate behavior from her son? Would she want to? Her actions were tentative and gradual, but they pointed to that unlikely conclusion.

Before my sisters or my dad came back home, I went to the kitchen and found mom puttering around, cooking.

I caught up to her in front of the sink as she was washing her hands. I came from behind and wrapped my hands around her slightly rounded belly and hugged her firmly.

“Hmmm...” Was her only reply as she finished washing her hands.

My front was pressed against mom’s ass and she didn’t seem to mind as she didn’t try to distance her body from my crotch. She didn’t push back or move, but she didn’t rebuke me in any way.

Once she had dried her hands using a towel, she put her arms over my hand and pressed them, making the hug more intimate. So I bent a little and kissed mom’s exposed neck.

“Oh, that’s nice...” Mom whispered in response to the kiss. “You’re giving me goose bumps.”

“I love you mom,” I whispered back.

At that precise moment, noise could be heard from the side of the house. My sisters were back from their school.

I reluctantly let go of mom saying “I love hugging you.”

“Me too.” Mom said as she turned and left the kitchen to her room.

My sisters came in and we exchanged greetings. By the time they put away their bags and went to the bathroom, mom came back into the kitchen and I noticed that she had put her bra back on. I didn’t comment, but this confirmed that mom took off her bra for me specifically, and that it was a conscious action on her part.

If I had any doubts about my conclusions about mom’s intent, they evaporated at that moment.

That night I went to sleep wondering how my relationship with mom would change. I actually thought whether it would be good or not to do sexual stuff with one’s own mother. Did I want my view of mom to change to that of a normal woman open to sex with somebody other than her husband, even if it’s her son? But then I realized that it’s too late. My view of mom had already changed, and since she was willing to do things with me, then why would I worry about doing things with her? After all, she was the adult and the one who supposedly knew what she was doing and the repercussions of her actions better than me.

From my experience with other women, I realized that mom’s actions are not out of the ordinary. In the very conservative christian atmosphere we lived in, women couldn’t easily explore things. So whenever they had a discreet opportunity they took it.

So, with the flow I decided to go.

The following day things advanced a little bit.

During our —now usual— hug at the door, mom kissed my neck and my hands strayed down all the way to mom’s bulging ass cheeks. I caressed them all over, but I didn’t squeeze. Meanwhile, mom was pressing her front against mine, and pressing hard. She probably felt when my cock started to harden inside my loose school slacks. She didn’t flinch. She held the hug for as long as I wanted and as long as my hands roamed over her back and ass.

It seemed that yesterday’s development of her not wearing a bra had become the new norm. I could feel her nipples trying to bore holes into my chest through her thin dress and my school shirt.

That hug lasted more than a minute. It was the longest hug I ever had with my mother until then in my life.

Eventually, we slowly disengaged and mom went back to the kitchen as usual and I went back to my room. I didn’t dawdle as long as yesterday before going back to the kitchen for another hug from behind.

This time, as I hugged my mom as she chopped some parsley, I let loose one of the buttons that held her house dress together, right over her belly. Then I slipped my hand inside her dress to rest it on her skin directly. Mom didn’t comment on my actions and she kept humming the tune as she was when I started hugging her.

I gently caressed her her belly moving up until my thumb bumped into the bottom of her naked left breast. Meanwhile, my mouth was not idle and I was kissing her neck from her collar bone to just below her ear. I was sure that mom was highly turned on by then.

Since my progress was slow, by the time I gathered enough courage to reach for my mother’s nipple, but before I did, we heard my sisters’ noise at the side of the house.

“Your sisters are here,” mom said with a disappointed tone.

So I gave mom a strong kiss below her ear and let go of her. She turned and went to her room for a repetition of yesterday’s behavior. I also had to go into my room so that the tent I was pitching inside my pants would subside away from my sisters’ view.

When I came back out, mom had a bra underneath her dress and behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary happened that day.

Another day, another change.

The next day, during our welcome home hug, as my hands roamed over my mom, it took me a while to notice something new, the lack of underwear edges on her ass. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that mom had no panties on.

For the first time in my life that day, I squeezed my mother’s ass. The only reaction that I got was a moan into my neck. So I squeezed her cheeks firmly and pulled her tightly into me, mashing my iron rod against my mother’s lower belly. I even reached low between her cheeks and pulled them as far apart as they would go.

Mom was nearly panting into my neck.

After over a minute, we reluctantly stopped our mutual humping in the house’s entrance and we proceeded with our usual routine.