Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

I was up the next morning a little after eight. I waited in my room until I heard dad’s car as it pulled out of the driveway. Slipping down the hall I pulled mom’s journal out and flipped to the last page.

“He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Dear God that chest, those muscles. I wanted to touch them, kiss them, and lick them. The darkness is growing again; God help me.”

There it was; mute evidence. The object of her attention, the focus of her lust; was me. Back in my room I sat at my desk and thought. The two biggest questions in my mind were; how much, if any, would it damage our mother and son relationship. The second was more basic; could I really fuck my mother.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The second question was the easiest to answer. I thought of that full chest, those hips as they swayed; and an ass that drew the eyes like magnets, even in a pair of jeans. Yep, let me drop my jeans I thought.

As for the first question, there was no real answer until the situation occurred. The one thing I did know; was I wanted to find out what my reaction to her was.

Rising from bed I dressed and headed down to the kitchen. Mom was standing at the sink finishing the breakfast dishes. She already had a plate at the table for me, but I ignored it and walked up behind her. With no warning, I wrapped my arms around her from behind and embraced her.

Mom gave a squeal of surprise and then froze as my lips pressed into the warm skin of her neck. I heard a soft guttural moan as her body melted against me. I had the urge to reach up and cup her breasts, but I wasn’t pushing… yet. Instead I pressed my lips to her ear.

“I love you” I whispered softly.

“Stanley what are you… unngggggggggggggg” she groaned as I pressed my hardness into the jean covered crevice of her ass.

Turning in my embrace she looked up at me. I could see that same expression of the flash last night; I was right, it was unmitigated lust.

“That is not how you kiss your mother” her face flushed crimson and her chest rose and fell with labored breathing.

“Neither is this” I told her.

My lips lowered and pressed to hers. She stiffened in surprise; but instead of fighting me; she simply went limp against the sink and accepted my lips. Pulling her head back, she stared at me wild eyed.

“God help me” she almost wept. Then she ran from the kitchen.

I could hear her steps as she bounded upstairs, and her bedroom door slam shut behind her. Today’s experiment was over; I was raging hard and there was no mistaking my reaction to holding her. I wanted her.

I gave her a couple of days to cool down, and to drop her guard. Her last entry had been after our kiss; and she had ranted for two pages on she wanted it, but couldn’t; how she physically reacted to our kiss and then reviled her for it.

I needed some way for something to happen, but it needed to be almost an accident; something neither of us “controlled”. Surprisingly she was the one who gave me the idea. On Saturday dad was at the church getting everything ready for tomorrow; mom had poked her head into my room saying she was doing laundry and to bring my dirty clothes to the basement.

I walked into the laundry room and mom was bent over loading the drying, while the washer filled with water for the next load. I stood there a moment and stared as the material of her jeans pulled tight across those globes. She really did have a great ass, I thought.

When she rose back up, I walked over and put my basket on the top of the washer. Mom’s back was to me just like the kitchen sink, and my hips moved up behind her.

“Thank younngggghhhh” Mom moaned as I pressed myself into her ass.

Instinctively she shifted her hips forward, away from me. The problem was that pinned her pelvis against the edge of the washing machine, just as it hit the first wash cycle. I heard the rhythmic thump of the washer tub; and in the same instant a shock look crossed mom’s face.

My cock pressed into the groove of her ass as the thump of the washing machine sent a bolt through her pelvis. Mom’s head dropped and she groaned as I pressed her into the machine.

“Can’t… should… ohhhhhhhhhhh” Mom garbled

I wasn’t sure how hyped up she still was from two days ago, but apparently pretty damned far. It took less than five minutes for everything to break loose. Her head snapped up and she looked over her shoulder at me, and a string of filth poured out of her.

“Oh fucking hell, I’m cumming” she groaned.

I felt her body convulse against me; followed by twitching and moaning as she flooded her panties. I could literally smell her heat in the air as she rolled through her orgasm. When she finally started to ease back down, I pulled my hips back, turned, and walked from the laundry room without saying a word. Mom was still leaning into the washing machine trying to catch her breath as I walked out.

With the next day being Sunday, and dads big day of the week; I backed off. I so wanted to see mom’s journal but since they were both home I figured there just wasn’t a chance. But twenty-four hours of inner turmoil was more than mom could take.

Sunday evening, I was in my room playing a video game when mom quietly slipped through the door. I turned my chair and looked at her standing just inside the closed door; her eyes frightened but determined. I sat silently and waited, she needed to do this.

“Why?” she asked barely above a whisper.

I could have pushed her to be more outspoken, but having read her journal I knew the angst she was going through; and there didn’t seem to be anything to gain by pushing it.

“Because you needed the release” I told her. “And I enjoyed it” I just had to add.

“I’m your mother” her eyes widened.

“You’re a woman” I replied.

“I’m your mother” she said more firmly.

“And you are also a woman” I repeated.

Mom stood silent for a moment staring at me. She started to reach for the door knob and I figured the discussion was over; and then her soft voice came back.

“You didn’t find… you didn’t get…” she struggled to say.

“I did it later, alone, thinking of you.” I had to be honest.

“Oh my Lord” she whispered. Her head rose and she looked at me. “You’ve done that before?” I could see the almost fascination in her eyes.

“I could do it now” I admitted.

“You wouldn’t” her voice was almost strangled.

She could have opened the door and left at any time. The flush that filled her face was evidence that was as much a challenge as a statement. I unsnapped my jeans and lifted my ass off the chair. Pulling down my jeans and briefs in one move; my throbbing hard cock slid into view.

This was a moment of truth like no other. I had just exposed myself to my mother; and it was far from an accident. She could have run away; she could have screamed at me; hell she could have run and told dad downstairs. Instead, she stood mute, rooted to the spot as her eyes locked to my throbbing manhood.

Neither of us spoke a word as I began to slowly stroke my cock; her eyes never wavering. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breathing; the two small pebbles in her dress, evidence of her own arousal.

I didn’t know how much time we had, so I didn’t waste any. I picked up the pace; milking my cock as clear pre cum oozed from the tip. Mom never moved or said a word, her eyes glued to my cock. The fact she was even watching me added an element I had never experienced before, and it didn’t take long for my balls to boil.

“Fuck” I grunted.

I heard a sharp intake of breath from mom as she watched the first thick rope arch up into the air to splatter on my belly. She just stood there and watched as I emptied my balls all over my stomach. Then, without a word, opened the door and slipped out.

The next evening, on Monday; both of them were out for the adult evening bible study class. It was the perfect opportunity. I headed straight for her vanity, and using my cell phone to again duplicate the string, retrieved her journal.

While it was tempting to read from yesterday, I turned back to Saturday and read her reactions to the laundry room.

He pressed me to the machine and I couldn’t stop myself. I wasn’t sure if he knew what was happening but the movement was terrible. Heaven help me I lost control of my body. When I realized what was happening it was too late; he had to have heard my outburst but said nothing. I am so ashamed; not because it happened, but because I want those sensations again.

So she had thought the washing machine was an accident, so what had brought her upstairs. I turned the page and there were two entries for Sunday. The first was right after church.

I had the most vile thoughts, and in a house of God of all places. Perhaps the Lord gave me a revelation, I don’t know anymore. He knew he had to have known; it hit me during services like a sickening blow. I remembered his hardness pressing into me from behind; God help me it felt so good. How do I face him, speak to him. I have to stop this; I must face my demons and face him.

Well, so much for Saturday being an ‘accident’ after all. Mom had realized I was hard as a rock shoved into her ass; and that the whole washing machine incident had been deliberate. She had come to my room to salve the turmoil inside her.

I started reading her entry from last night; and I had my cock in my hand in three sentences. I had never read anything so erotic or salacious in my life.

I saw it, God help me I am lost. It rose from him rampant like a magnificent tree, a column of flesh that called to my body. He had the audacity to pleasure himself in front of me; after admitting I was the cause of his need. If I was the cause, should I not have been the one to give succor. Succor, such a strange word; so close and not right. I didn’t want succor, I wanted to suck; God how I wanted to taste him; to be the cause of his pleasure. When that thick cream came out it was such a shock. Never have I seen a man so fertile, so prodigious. I barely held back the urge to race to his side and clean him with my tongue. How can I cause that, what does he even see in me. He says I am a woman; but I haven’t felt like one. Not like I felt last night. I want… I don’t know what I want.