I woke up that morning from hearing the front door slam shut. The alarmclock on my nightstand was only half past seven, and I remember thinking it strange that someone was up and about, much less leaving the house, that early on a Saturday morning. I got out of bed and looked out the window, and I saw my father get into his car and drive off. Judging by the look on his face and his vivid movements, he seemed really angry. And he sure disappeared fast.
My name is Peter, and I am 22 years old. I was visiting my folks that weekend, since I had a short break from college at the time. My girlfriend had broken up with me the week before and I figured that spending a little time back home would help me get over her faster. I got back into bed but I just couldn't go back to sleep. Partly because of the rude awakening, but also because I couldn't stop wondering why my dad had stormed off in such a hurry. Seeing that I was already awake, I put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.
When I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to see my mom and brother already sitting at the table. Chris was two years older than me and he too was home visiting our parents over the weekend. Since he had a job on the east coast and I was studying in L.A., this was one of those rare occasions when we were both home at the same time.
It didn't take me long to realise that something was wrong. I could see that my mom had been crying, and Chris was holding her hand as if he was trying to comfort her. With dad's hasty departure in mind, things started to fall into place. I crouched down beside mom, placed my hand on her back and asked her:
"What's wrong, mom? I can see that you've been crying."
"Oh, Peter... It's your dad. We haven't had it easy since you and your brother moved out. He's been cheating on me with some tramp at his office. At first he tried to hide it from me, but in the last few months he hasn't even tried to be discrete. I know where he has been and what he's been doing. And he knew that I knew, but he didn't care."
I can't describe how mad I got with my dad! I had never seen eye-to-eye with him on much, and mom and I had always been much closer. It was the same with Chris. But no matter what, he was still my dad and I had never thought that he would cheat on mom. Like most kids, I had always thought that my parents would just stay together forever.
"Dad was out last night," my brother cut in. "He didn't get back until six this morning and I woke up from hearing him yelling at mom."
It seemed like my brother was a lighter sleeper than I.
"Are you ok?" I asked mom. I knew that it was a stupid question, but I just couldn't come up with a better line.
"I'll be fine, honey," she said with a strained smile. "I'm just a little shook up from all the things he said to me before he took off..."
"Tell me, mom. What did he say?" I asked as I took her hand in mine.
Mom wiped a tear from her eye, and squeezed my hand gently as she replied, "Well, I asked him where he had been all night. As if I didn't already know the answer... He told me that he had been with a real woman. Someone who doesn't bitch about where he's been and what he wants. Someone who isn't as cold as an icebox and doesn't want to put up when he's in the mood. You know what I mean..."
Of course I knew what mom meant, but I just couldn't believe it. I just couldn't understand how dad was willing to throw away his relationship with this beautiful woman! Sure, my mom was past her fortieth birthday, but she certainly didn't look like it. Her dark, brown hair was still silky and just barely reached down to her shoulder blades. She had brown eyes that accentuated the tone of her tanned skin and her body showed no signs of giving birth to two sons at a fairly young age. My mother was a beautiful woman, even this early in a cotton dressing gown, and I have to confess that I had been fantasising about her on more than one occasion while jerking off. And if you ever saw my mom, you wouldn't blame me!
I stood up behind mom and started to rub her shoulders through the dressing gown she was wearing. I could feel how tense she was, naturally all worked up from her rough morning.
"Am I really that horrible?" she suddenly asked with a sigh. "Could it be that your father is right about me? That I'm a cold, old woman who no one could ever feel attracted to?"
"No!" I responded almost as a reflex. "Mom, you are not cold. It feels a bit strange to tell you this, but if you don't mind my saying so, I think you're hot! You are still one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and if dad isn't smart enough to realise that, I think that he should..."
Suddenly, I was thrown off from what I was saying. When looking down on mom I noticed that she had goose bumps on her arms. I could feel her tension releasing, and her breathing was getting deeper. This caught me completely off guard, and I didn't know what to do.
"...that he should...?" mom asked, as if eager to hear me finish my sentence.
"Sorry," I blurted out. "...that he should find somewhere else to stay and let you get on with your life without him."
Chris, still sitting beside mom at the table, agreed.
"Pete is right, mom. If dad can't see what a great woman you are, then you're better off without him."
Relaxing more and more from my massage, mom's voice was much calmer as she said:
"Perhaps you're right. Seeing how things have been between us the past few years, I might as well find someone else to love..."
As I continued to massage my mother's shoulders, I could feel her breathing getting heavier. I didn't know what to make of it but I could feel a bulge building up in my underwear. Trying to hold it back, I glanced at my brother, almost as a silent request for help or advice. But Chris was just sitting there, staring at mom with a fascinated look on his face.
"Oh Peter!" mom said with a low-key voice. "You really give a good massage. That was just what I needed."
She arched her neck backwards and smiled at me and as she did so she gave me a very good view down her dressing gown. I could make out the edges of a lime green satin nightgown underneath and her chest was heaving up and down beneath it all. I smiled back at her as I tried not to look down her dressing gown but it took all my mental strength to hold back the growing hard-on in my pants.
"I love you boys," mom said as she took Chris by the hand and gave him a smile too.
Then she suddenly got up and turned to me again. With a teasing smile she looked down at my groin, where my sweatpants were doing a lousy job of hiding my erection. Taking one step closer to me, mom said, "...and it looks like you have some strong feelings for me too, Peter."
I was so embarrassed that I just wanted to disappear through the floor. Knowing that mom was fully aware of my hard-on, I lost what little control I had left of it. Standing there with a growing bulge, I tried to blurt out some sort of apology.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I just..."
"That's ok, honey!" she interrupted. "As I said, I love my two boys, and I don't really think that there's anything wrong in feelings the other way around."
Those words surprised me completely, and I didn't know how to reply. I looked at Chris, but he looked as dumbfounded as I felt. My heart was beating faster and faster, as I stuttered, "O... of course not, mom. I... I... I just don't think that this is a good way of showing those emotions..."
"Nonsense, honey."
Mom took a few steps back from the table.
"That bulge in your pants only goes to show that you love your mother, and it's also a proof of me not being the cold woman that your father thinks. Let me tell you, that's one of the best compliments you can give a lady!"
With that she let off another one of those stunning smiles, and to my amazement she untied her dressing gown and let it slip to the floor. Standing there in just her green satin nightie, the vision of mom caused my already hard dick to literally ache in my pants. Chris was still sitting at the table, but from the way he was staring at mom, I knew that his cock just had to be swelling as well.
Mom stood there for a few moments, just smiling at us both, as if she wanted to scan the reactions of me and my older brother. She was so beautiful! The nightie went down to just above her knees, revealing a good portion of her gleaming, tanned legs. Her shoulders were nearly fully exposed, apart from the two, thin straps holding the nightgown in place. The morning sun was shining through the kitchen windows behind her, outlining every curve below that sexy satin. I could see that her nipples were getting hard, making two perky tips on the nightie.
I just didn't know what to do. I was so turned on by the sight in front of me, but this was my mother I was staring at! Then, almost as if she was tired of waiting for a reaction, mom suddenly approached me, and laid her arms around my neck. Looking deep into my eyes as she had never done before, she began whispering softly.
"What's wrong, honey? Don't you think that your mom is sexy? That hard-on in your pants seems to think otherwise..."
Almost paralysed I managed to reply.
"Mom, this is wrong... Sure, you're sexy. To be honest, I don't think that I've ever seen a more sexy sight in my life, but..."
"Then just let go!"
Almost before she had finished saying those four words, mom kissed me. She had kissed me thousands of times before, but not once like she did now. Those had all been a mother's kisses; this was a lover's kiss. Pressing her tongue into my mouth, she eagerly tasted me by licking and sucking mine. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally let go. This was no game and no dream. I started kissing her back, probing my tongue into her mouth, our oral juices mixing as we continued to explore each other passionately.
What happened from that point was pure instinct. I lifted my hands to her chest and started to caress her tits through that wonderful satin gown. The silky, shiny material was driving me wild and I loved the way mom's tits weighed into my hands through it.
