Becoming My Mother's Lover

by Laura Lovecraft

  “Cynthia,” she said softly.

  I started to speak, but stopped when she placed her hands on my bare chest. Her nails were long and painted a deep red and I felt a shiver go through me as she slid them lightly down my chest.

  “Loading those trucks has filled you out, Jason,” she gave me a smile that made me immediately uncomfortable, “You look damn good.”

  Mom leaned in closer and I could feel her nipples pressing into me through the thin material of the robe. She was looking up at me and when she caught my eye, she whispered, “What, no kiss for me?”

  “I….” I shook my head and stepped back from her.

  “Mom please, we have to talk about this.”

  “Did your father talk to you?” she asked.

  “Yeah, and…”

  “He spoke to me as well.” Mom said, “So what do we need to talk about?”

  “Mom, this isn’t right.” I told her, “You…you know it. I’m your son.”

  My words hit home and looking away from me; she frowned and started to rub at her eyes.

  “We need to talk dad out of this,” I continued, “He means well, but his mind isn’t right and…”

  “It’s not just your dad, Jason.” Mom said as she turned and looked at me. “I want this.”

  “No,” I shook my head, “Dad has you thinking that you do and he’s trying to make us feel bad.”

  Mom stepped up to me and this time placed her hands on my shoulders, looking up into my eyes she began to speak quietly, “At first, I thought it was wrong too. But the more he spoke the more I understood it.” She gave me a nervous smile, “I need you honey.”

  “You have me, Mom,” I said, putting my arms over hers so my hands were on her shoulder as well. “We’ll get through this and I’m going to stay…”

  “I need you the way I need your father.” Mom whispered, “I want to love you the way I do him.” she gave me a wink. “I want you to love me like that too.”

  “You’re my mother,” I said, sticking to the only argument I had. “That’s how I love you.”

  Mom slid her arms around my neck and pulling my head down to hers, began speaking softly in my ear.

  “You can love me anyway you want baby, you want me to be your Mom? I still will be, but I’m going to be your lover too Jason.”

  “That’s…” I stopped unable to come up with another word other than sick.

  “I can be your everything,” Mom continued, “Your loving mother and your dirty girl all rolled into one.”

  Your dirty girl. Mom had spoken that in the same sultry tone she’d used with my father last night. As soon as she’d said it the image of her riding my father leaped into my mind. Her perfect sweat soaked tits, those pink nipples, the way she had so eagerly slipped to her knees. As I tried to push that visual from my mind, Mom went on,

  “We’re going to have a lot of fun baby, more fun than you’ve ever had,” she giggled in my ear, “You’ve only been with girls your age, and they don’t know what they’re doing yet, but me?”

  I flinched as Mom flicked her tongue out across my ear, but she was holding me to tight to pull back. Her wet tongue sent a warm sensation through me and I could feel my heart starting to beat faster.

  “Honey, I love it all, there is no part of me you can’t have,” She sighed in my ear and I felt a moment of panic as I became aware of the fact my cock was swelling. “I really am a dirty girl Jason, anything you’ve ever thought of I’ll do,” she licked my ear again, “Anything, all your fantasies come true.”

  “Mom, stop.”

  “Mom?” she shook her head against mine, causing her soft hair to rub against my cheek. “No, your mom won’t do those things, but Cynthia will. Your Cynthia will do whatever you want her too. Want me to dress like a cheerleader for you? I’ll do it, want me to go out with no panties, want me to go down on you in the car?

  “Mom!” I exclaimed, trying to extricate myself from her arms, but she wouldn’t let go. Worse I’d just gotten a visual of her blonde head bobbing in my lap.

  “Baby, your dirty girl will be soooo good to you!”

  Mom had purred that last part and my cock was now throbbing in my pants. I was painfully aware of her equally hard nipples pressing into me again and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back. I remembered my father saying how insatiable she was and the word anything kept entering my mind. I had the insane thought that would mean she would even let me have her ass.

  “Stop it.” I yelled, as much to myself as to her and this time succeeded in pulling away from her. “Enough of this, you’re my mother, not some slut!”

  “I…” Mom put her head down, “I’m not a slut Jason, sluts are with everybody, I just want to be your girl baby,” she looked up and grabbing the sides of her robe started to open it, “Don’t you want me to be your…”

  “No!” I snapped and reaching out, caught her wrists, “I don’t want you to be my girl!”

  I’d said it more harshly than I meant to, but fact was, with a raging hard on and x-rated images of mom running through my head, I was as upset at myself as I was her. In front of me, Mom stepped back and asked, “You…you don’t want me?”

  “Not like that, I…”

  I stopped when I saw her blue eyes fill up with tears and her lip begin to tremble.

  “You don’t want to love me?” she asked, her voice choking up, “You… don’t want me to be good to you?”

  “Please don’t cry Mom,” I said going up to her and putting my arms around her.

  She hugged me tightly and resting her head on my shoulder sobbed, “Please be with me Jason, please? I promise I’ll it will work, I’ll love you so much!”

  “It’s not that, Mom, Its just….”

  “I need you Jason!” Mom exclaimed in my ear, “I’m scared and I don’t want to be alone!”

  “You won’t be,” I told her as I started running my hand through her long hair. “I’ll be here.”

  “But I need you in every way!” She sobbed, “I…I know your dad told you what happened to me, I…I can’t be with another man Jason, but I don’t want women anymore and I…I need someone to hold me and love me!”

  “Mom I….”

  “I’ll love you too honey! I need someone to be good to, oh baby, please let’s be good to each other! Your dad wants us too, but I want to even more!”

  Mom stopped speaking and started crying, I could feel my eyes well up as well. I had no doubt some of mom’s emotion was due to dad’s illness as much as this ridiculous request. I closed my eyes and rested my head on hers as she sobbed. I started rubbing her back and she started to calm down. A moment later, she pulled herself back from me.

  “I’m sorry Mom,” I started, “But….”

  “I’m sorry too Jason.” She nodded wiping at her eyes. “I…I came on too fast, too soon, but dad wants it to be this week, and I thought after last night you might want me right away.”

  “Mom, we can’t do this.”

  “We can and will,” she said softly, “We’ll at least try Jason.”

  “I can’t.” I said almost whining in frustration.

  “I can,” she told me, sounding more confident than she usually did. “I can and I’ll make sure you can too, but not tonight.”

  A surge of relief flowed through me, whether this was over or not at least I had some time to figure something out. In front of me, Mom beckoned me with her finger, “Come here Jason.”

  I hesitated, and then stepped up to her. Mom put her arms out to me and I leaned into her embrace. Her hand went around my shoulders and she held me tightly. I could feel myself relax into her and put my arms around her waist, hugging her back. Mom lifter her head and smiling said, “I never did get my kiss.”

  Before I could react, Mom’s hands slid up to the back of my head and pulled my face towards hers. I started to protest as her lips pressed into mine, but when I opened my mouth, her tongue darted into it
. I gasped and tried to draw back, but her hands were in my hair and she was surprisingly strong. I couldn’t move without truly forcing her arms away and didn’t want to do that. Instead I tried to keep my lips stiff and show no interest in the kiss. Mom didn’t seem put out as she patiently began sliding her soft lips against mine.

  Her lips weren’t the only thing moving back and forth as I could feel her nipples rubbing across my chest as she rocked side to side. Mom’s tongue had left my mouth and pulling her lips back, began teasing across the edge of my mouth. At that point I could have turned my head from her, but didn’t. Instead a soft moan escaped me as her tongue worked its way playfully around my lips and slid in to play across my own. Mom moaned as well and shoved her tits hard against me. My arms tightened around her waist and I gasped when she started sucking on my tongue.

  Her fingers were running through my hair and again my heart had started pounding in my chest. More disconcerting was the fact my cock was again at full attention and I could feel it pressing into her stomach, which meant could as well.

  As if of their own accord, my lips were now working against hers, sliding back and forth and pressing harder into her very soft lips. I had never had a problem with girls and had been with several, but no one, even Jen, had ever kissed me like this. I could feel my body trembling with nervous excitement as I continued to share the most passionate kiss of my life with the woman who raised me.

  At that thought, my eyes popped open and I did start to pull away. Mom didn’t fight me; instead she stepped back from me and whistled, “Wow, that was something, what the hell was Jen thinking?”

  “I…” I stopped and shook my head, trying to catch my breath.

  Mom laughed and gave me a huge smile, “Told you older women are a lot better,” she giggled, “At everything.” With that, she made a show of licking her lips and gave me a wink.

  “Mom.” I started, “We…”

  “It’s Cynthia,” she said seriously. “Or its Mom when we’re just talking, but when we’re playing it’s going to be Cynthia.”

  “Playing?” I asked, “No, we…”

  “Enough for now.” Mom said in a tone that caused me to stop, it was a very motherly tone, and I had the sick thought that it wasn’t really right to fight your mother now was it?

  Mom smiled again and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow honey, and we’ll go a little further. We’ll work our way up to it, got it?”

  Before I could answer, her smile turned into a smirk and reaching down she squeezed my cock through my shorts.

  “Mom!” I gasped.

  “Cynthia.” She said, then giving another squeeze, before letting go, added, “I told you I could make you Jason, when are you going to learn to listen to your mother?”

  Chapter Five

  I paced nervously back and forth in my room and for the hundredth time looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. I started to get my hopes up and think maybe Mom wouldn’t show. As soon as I thought that, I rolled my eyes. She would be here; it was just a matter of when. I walked over to the window and leaning towards the screen took a deep breath of the cool summer air. The smell of the ocean had always soothed me, but tonight I doubted anything would calm me down. Anytime now my mother was going to come into my room and…spend the night.

  I had learned this early this morning when I was sitting out on the beach. When I’d gotten up, I quickly threw my running shoes on and gone for a run along the beach. I pushed myself to do five miles instead of my usual three. I’d barely slept after Mom had left me hard as a rock and flushed with embarrassment. Again, making me feel worse was the fact that she hadn’t been gone ten minutes, before I was lying on my bed stroking my cock.

  This time there was no attempt to think of Jen or any other of my former girlfriends. From the second I started stroking to the time I blew my load; all thoughts were on my mother, picturing the things she had been whispering in my ear. I envisioned her on her knees, her blond head bobbing, then on her hands and knees, her firm ass pointing up at me. I had released my load to the image of her telling me to put it in her ass; after all, she had said anything.

  Within seconds of cumming I felt terrible. Not only spanking it to my mother, but thinking of shoving it in every hole she had. After tossing and turning all night, wondering what the hell was going to happen, I’d decided to try to wear myself out while keeping busy and run.

  But even while jogging, my mind was spinning. Mom was dead set on this as was dad. I didn’t want to, or at least left alone and in my own thoughts I didn’t, but Mom was right. As my mother I didn’t want this, but if she became Cynthia again, could I resist it? Last night she’d had me ready to pop with just a kiss. What if she tried for more?

  I’d slowed my running to a walk and did another lap around the beach. Mom and dad were going to take a cruise on the Bay Queen for the day and I was hoping to just hang around the beach until they left.

  Apparently my father had figured that out and as I made to cut across the parking lot that separated the beach from the bike path I planned on following for a few miles, saw Dad sitting there in the red Mustang he’d bought himself when he was diagnosed. I knew he’d seen me, and with a resigned sigh, I walked up the car. Dad got out and pointing across the beach said, “It’s absolutely beautiful here no?”

  “Always,” I nodded. “Someday I’d like to own a house up here.”

  “Someday you will.” He nodded, “Architects make good money, and you’ll be able to afford it.” He sighed, “I hope you and Cynthia will still come here during the summer.”

  “Maybe.” I shrugged, “It might be hard you know after…” I trailed off.

  “Jason, these will be the best memories you’ll have. This will never be a bad place, but a great one, no?” he smiled at me. “And the two of you will be making all new memories soon enough.”

  “Dad, about that.”

  “I know, it’s a lot Jason, that’s why you’re trying to run yourself into a coma.” He pointed at the hood of the car. “Pretty soon you’ll have this to drive around.”

  “Rather have you around.” I said quietly.

  “Don’t get that choice kid.” He said, “But hey, you’ll have something cool to remember me by.”

  “This won’t be what I remember you for.” I told him, feeling the emotions starting again.

  “No, you’ll have a much better ride to thank me for.” He gave me a wink, then seeing the stricken look on my face, shook his head, “Okay, I’m sorry I won’t joke about that.”

  “Dad, don’t make us do this.”

  “I’m not making Cynthia and from what she said, you won’t exactly be suffering when things get going.”

  “I…” I put my head down, unsure of what to say. My entire life dad was who I discussed everything with, now here I was with this weighing on me and he was behind it.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Dad I…I jerked off to mom last night.” I blurted out.

  He stared at me quietly for a moment, then nodded, “Then things are going fine.”

  “No, they’re not!” I snapped, “I felt like an asshole afterwards and feel even worse now! I won’t do this.”

  “The spirits willing, but the flesh Jason, is very weak.” Dad said putting his arm around me. “Cynthia is more than you can resist so don’t try.” He shrugged, “Or try if a fight makes you feel better.”

  “Nothing will make this better.”

  “Not true. When the two of you are together you’ll see, it will be better than anything you can imagine.” I didn’t answer and he sighed, “I know it’s not easy to flip the switch Jason, I know I’m asking something that sounds like a story on some cheesy erotica site.”

  “We need to come up with something else with Mom.” I started.

  “No, this is the perfect solution. The two people dearest to me will take care of each other for the rest of their lives. I have to say, Cynthia is very excited about this, s
he is very focused on being with you Jason, I don’t usually see her like that.”

  “Figures.” I rolled my eyes. “This is where she would stand her ground.”

  Dad burst out laughing and I breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t turn to coughing.

  “That’s a good one. Anyway Jason, speaking of Cynthia, she’s going to spend the night with you tonight.”

  “What?”

  “Tonight Cynthia is going to spend the night in your room,” I started to protest, but he put his hand up, “She is going to sleep in your bed, if nothing happens, nothing happens, but she will spend the night with you.”

  “Dad, this is….”

  “Not a discussion!” Dad snapped, taking me off guard. “Think this is easy for me? Think I like giving my wife away?”

  “You don’t have to dad!” I told him, in his anger I saw a glimmer of hope, “We don’t have to do this, I don’t…”

  “Yes I do, don’t you understand that?” He demanded, “Cynthia will lose it with me gone! She needs a man to be strong for her and she’s afraid of them because of that animal! You’re the only one who can take care of the love of my life and you’ll do it.”

  He paused and closed his eyes, his breathing was becoming ragged and he leaned on the car.

  “Dad, are you…”

  “Fine, I’m fine.” He said quietly, “This is a…unique situation Jason, meaning none of us have been here before and it’s not easy, but we’ll all be the better for it.” He looked away as he spoke.

  “Once you and Cynthia are together, she’ll still spend most of her time with me, but some nights with you as well. Don’t feel guilty, and I told her that as well, I’m as okay with it as I can be and fact is, I won’t be able to make her happy in that way too much longer.”

  “She doesn’t love you for that.” I pointed out.

  “And she’ll still love me just as much, she’ll just be getting….” He shrugged, “That from you.” He gave me a poor attempt at a smile, “You’ll suffer nobly I’m sure.”

  “But…”

  “No more talking Jason, Cynthia and I are going out on the cruise and will enjoy the day, she’ll come to you tonight,” his eyes hardened, “You won’t send her away, understood?”