Minor Adjustments
Copyright© 2018 by DDMarshall
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The twists and turns of everyday life require you to constantly make minor adjustments in your thinking. This was especially true for Steve Cramer in his senior year of high school. Steve's best friend Greg is dating bi-sexual Emily. Steve's best female friend Beth is gay and in love with Emily. His mother is dating ... Let's just say Steve does not approve of her choices.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Gay BiSexual Fiction Masturbation Oral Sex
I came home around 10:30 Sunday night just as my mother was pulling her panties up and adjusting them with her skirt pulled up around her waist. Her latest beau was zipping up his fly.
I called out, “HI,” to be polite. Mom nodded while looking a bit embarrassed. Ralph the Jerk, as I had dubbed him, glared at me. God damn it, my mother couldn’t even make it to the bedroom before she dropped her drawers.
My mother, Angela Cramer, is pushing forty. She wasn’t an unattractive woman when I compared her to other women her age. In my opinion, her ass is a little big, but lots of guys liked that.
Ralph the Jerk would not stick around long after he had gotten what he wanted. I often wonder if Mom is getting what she wants. I went upstairs to let them sort themselves out.
I was in bed reading the latest issue of ’Car and Driver’ when Mom came in wearing her nightgown and sat on the edge of my bed. I could smell the sweet smell of her perfume. For some reason, I got a boner as I thought of her sliding her panties up her long legs and over the crack of her ass.
Mom sounded subdued as she apologized, “Sorry about that, Steven. I did not expect you home so soon.”
“I know, Mom, but this is not the first time I have come home and seen you having sex with some guy.”
“Well, at least you didn’t catch me on my knees this time.” Mom patted my leg, and I jumped as she smiled like she had made a joke.
Four weeks ago, I came home at about midnight and walked past Mom’s bedroom on the way to mine. Mom’s bedroom door was open, and the lights were on. She was half-dressed as she knelt by her bed between some guy’s legs with her bare ass in full view as she was sucking him off while he sat on her bed in just a t-shirt. I was embarrassed and pissed at catching my mother like that. I called to them as I grabbed her bedroom door handle, “Have a good time.” and slammed her door shut.
I held my mother’s hand, “Mom, how many different guys have you brought home over the last three months? Three, four?”
Mom stared down at her toes, looking guilty, “Three sounds about right.”
“When will you stop trolling the dating sites and settle on one decent boyfriend? So far, they all looked a little seedy to me. Do they even have a job?” I know I sounded angry, and I was upsetting her. But I hate seeing her taken advantage of all the time.
Mom started to cry. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m sorry. You must be so disappointed in me and think I’m an awful mom.”
I put my magazine down and put my arms around my mom. “You’re not an awful mom. I love you, but you’re kind of weird when it comes to guys.”
Mom put her arms around me and her head on my shoulder as she continued to weep. Then Mom did what she always does when I scold her or she is sad or upset. She got under the covers and snuggled up with her back to me. Then, she cried herself to sleep.
