On a Saturday afternoon that began as normally as any other, I was lazily lounging on the living room couch and tapping away at my phone without a care in the world.
There was an episode of Family Guy playing in the background that I’d seen a dozen times, so I was only half-watching it while deciding how to spend the rest of my afternoon.
My friend, Jason, had invited me to smoke a few joints out at his place with another buddy, but I was indifferent about the idea. Sure, the Sun was out in all its glory, and it was the middle of the summer, but I was feeling so lazy that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to keep with their banter once the weed hit. I had to admit that the offer of free drugs was a strong draw, but not strong enough to fight the malaise that kept me glued to the cushions.
Midway through crafting a text to tell him I wouldn’t be coming, I was distracted by a familiar sound– my parents bickering. Their poorly hushed words drifted in from the kitchen, and once I heard the frustration in Mom’s voice, I felt inclined to eavesdrop a little harder.
They were hotly discussing my father’s abruptly delivered plan to golf with his buddies, and how badly Mom wanted him to cancel. Annoyance had sharpened her tone to a blade, and I could picture exactly how she must’ve looked standing there: her hands on her hips, that frustrated little crease between her brows, and an adorable pout on her lips. It was the way she’d always looked at me any time I had failed a math test as a kid, so I knew it very well.
“You said you would stay home today,” she said sternly. “We barely see each other as it is, and I wanted to–”
“Lola, please!” Dad snapped, causing me to lower my phone as I listened in. “I know what I said, but… it came up last minute.”
I envisioned Mom rolling her eyes at that one. “Something always does.”
I thought he was crazy for wanting to leave. To willingly spend the day with his meathead friends instead of Mom – a gorgeous woman who was practically begging for his attention – struck me as nothing short of insanity.
Even in her early forties, Mom still turned heads without even trying, and most of the time she was not even aware of it. Her skin had this soft, sun-kissed glow that seemed to come from within. High, elegant cheekbones lent her face a timeless beauty, while her jawline softened into a gentle heart shape that made her look both mature and sweetly feminine at the same time.
As beautiful as her face was overall, it was her eyes that always destroyed me: big, bright, blue, and framed by dark lashes. Whenever she looked at me, her irises had this sparkling depth to them that made my stomach tighten the longer I stared. I imagined she would’ve looked even hotter with just the right touch of smoky makeup to accentuate her deadliest of weapons, but she hardly ever wore the stuff.
Dad’s departure that day was especially strange to me considering what Mom was wearing that afternoon: a tight white tank top that hugged her perky tits just right and a pair of snug lounge shorts that rode up her slender thighs when she moved.
I’ll admit it was nothing special, but on her it was enough to make my cock twitch. The bottoms had long since wedged between her ass cheeks, and every time she’d walked past me that morning, I’d tried to sneak peeks whenever I’d been reasonably confident she wouldn’t catch me. I convinced myself that it was harmless, but in reality knew that I would’ve done much, much worse than simply stare if given the chance.
I heard Mom soften her voice to a tone that she only ever used when she wanted something. “Come on, Dougie. Just stay with me today.”
Clunky footsteps carried him past her anyway, keys jingling as he headed toward the garage. “I’ll make it up to you, Lola. I promise!”
The door slammed shut behind him, the car started up, and just like that, he was gone.
I heard Mom let out a heavy sigh. She was still shaking her head when she stepped into the living room, deeply entrenched in her own thoughts. Her waves of long, black hair were tied up in a lazy bun– messy, but in a just-rolled-out-of-bed way that I found rather sexy.
She glanced over at me and offered a weak smile. “Hey, Sheep. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
I put down my phone to give her my full attention, since I figured she deserved that from at least one man in her life. “It’s okay, Mom. I wasn’t really listening anyway.”
She gave a nod that did not convince either one of us. “So, are you gonna stick around the house all day, or…?”
“Um, I think so?” I was trying not to stare too obviously at the way the tank top stretched across her chest. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. Ironically, that’s why I was so sure that her nipples were soft rather than hard. The outline of her perky tits nevertheless jutted prominently through the fabric. “Why? You want me to leave, Mom?”
“Noooo,” she said, dragging the word out awkwardly. She shifted on her feet so her thighs were pressed together. “Just wondering what your plans are.”
I shrugged. “I guess I could go chill with Jason for a bit? He’s been bugging me to come by.”
“Oh, good!” The relief in her voice was obvious, and it stung a little that my absence delighted her so much. She was smiling happily, but there was something else behind it that I couldn’t quite read. “When, though?”
I rolled my eyes and pushed myself up off the couch. “Okay, okay! I get the hint.”
I slipped my phone into my pocket, feeling doubly disappointed. There she was, looking like that, the house finally empty except for the two of us, and she couldn’t wait to get me out the door. I reminded myself not to feel too upset; it was just a tank top and shorts, after all, but, I’d be damned if it didn’t look like pure temptation on her.
I put one foot in the garage, dragging my feet a little in the hopes that she would change her mind about kicking me out. “Okay, here I go.” I stepped fully into the garage. “I guess I’ll just be on my way…”
“Love you, honey!” Mom said cheerily as she slammed the door behind me.
Jeez! I thought, rather annoyed. She couldn’t get me out of there fast enough! I wonder what that was about…
I left the house and started walking down the street toward Jason’s place with the warm afternoon sun beating down on my shoulders. The neighborhood was quiet and peaceful– the kind of perfect suburban Saturday that should’ve cleared my head. Instead, it failed to distract me from obsessing even further over my mom.
She’d looked amazing with that tank top clinging to the swell of her breasts, and the way her tight little bottoms hugged her curves made me want to turn around and race back for another look.
I imagined coils of her inky hair falling around her face, and her stunning blue eyes piercing right through me as I towered over her. I wanted to pin her body to the nearest mattress, couch, or tabletop and mount her like a wild beast, reminding her through primal claim what it felt like to be a woman– not just a housewife.
Fuck, Shaun! I chided myself internally .Stop! Briefly directing my attention outward, I was thankful that none of the dog walkers passing me were privy to my deviant and delinquent thoughts. I did my best to keep up with the self-critique instead.
I have got to stop thinking about fucking my own mother. This can’t be healthy, and she’d kill me if she ever found out what a pervert I am!
I continued to scold myself the whole way to Jason’s house. I was frustrated that she would never see me the way I saw her, and I certainly wasn’t going to risk making the first move. The only sensible course of action was to get myself under control before I slipped up and said or did something I couldn’t take back.
By the time I arrived, our other friend, Eric, was already there, too. The three of us fired up a joint in the backyard, passing it around while we chatted about our first year of university.
It started innocently, complaining about classes and the shitty professors that taught them, but the conversation quickly drifted to girls.
Jason went on about this “absolute smoke show” he’d supposedly met at his campus pub. Then Eric tried to top him with some story about a blonde cheerleader-type who was “built like a pornstar.”
“Nah, man,” Eric insisted as he drew smoke into his lungs. “You should’ve seen this girl. She was a fucken rocket, bro.”
Jason reached for the joint and took it before Eric had even exhaled, rolling the tip between his fingers. “Then your dumb ass doesn’t have a chance; you don’t know a damn thing about rocket science.” He chuckled at his own joke.
Eric rolled his eyes, clearly less amused. “Fuck you! Kinesiology is a science, dumbass.”
I stayed quiet while the two of them argued over who was a bigger and dumber ass, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.
My friends had no idea that, no matter how much they exaggerated, none of the girls they described had even come close to measuring up to my mother. They were acting like they’d both met two of the hottest women in the world, but I knew the chasm between those young girls and Mom was inexplicably wide.
To me, she was in an entirely different league.
I pictured her smiling at me with those soft, full lips painted a dark merlot, seducing me with a confident charm that was unmatched by any eighteen-year-old girl. There was something about the way we clicked – able to talk for hours about nothing and everything all at once – that drew me to her. Honestly, that was another reason why I was so put out that she’d been eager for me to go waste an afternoon with two fairly bad influences. We easily could have spent that time enjoying each other’s company; we’d done it on occasion, and she’d always seemed happy.
There’s a quip about how to tell whether or not something is porn: if you shut it off right after you’re “done,” well, there you go. It wasn’t like that with Mom. I thought about her all the time, and not just about the filthy and unforgivable things I’d do to her hot body. She was everything I wanted, but our relationship was only ever supposed to be that one thing: parent and child. The rest was wrong. The rest wasn’t allowed.
“What about you, Shaun-o?” Jason asked as he passed me the joint.
I took it and pinched the tip so I would not inhale as much smoke, tempering my high to avoid feeling sluggish. “I dunno, man. It’s like… what are we even searching for, you know?”
He blinked back at me and shook his head. “Uh, I think we were talking about girls?”
“Hot ones,” Eric added.
“Very, very hot ones.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, but… you ever feel like the right person is just– I dunno, right under your nose, maybe?”
They looked at each other, then back to me, and answered with a conclusive “No.”
“Around here?” Jason asked, waving his arms in the air. “We went to grade school with most of the girls that live around here, man. Hell, I used to play baseball with someone them when were, like, nine years old! It’d be like… like…”
“Dating a sister?” Eric offered.
Jason pointed to him. “Gross, but yeah, kind of.”
I cleared my throat. “Or our moms.”
They gave me looks that bordered on concern and confusion, unsure which deserved more weight. None of us actually had sisters that would have made Eric’s comment uncomfortable, but we all had mothers.
“Uh, yeah…” Jason said. “I guess?”
Eric shuddered. “That’s fucked up. Thinkin’ about my mom like that… I definitely need a drink.”
Jason rose to his feet, grabbed the joint from my fingers, and stamped it out in the ashtray next to me. “Sounds like beer o’clock, boys.”
Eric hooted his approval. “Let’s go! Hike to Mindy’s, or nah? They got the patio open for the summer and it’s absolutely gorg’ out.”
“I’m in,” I affirmed with a nod, reaching for my pocket out of habit. “Oh, shit. I forgot my wallet at home.”
I received a full twelve seconds of brutal teasing, but I knew better than to flinch when the two of them got going.
“You done?” I asked when the taunting finally quieted down.
“Yeah,” they chimed in unison.
“It’s fine,” I said. “I’ll just run home and get it. No big deal.”
Eric sighed. “Brooooo, hurry! I don’t wanna wait around. I got shit to do today.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “Like what, man?”
He put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. “Like… I dunno, drink beers and stuff.”
I waved him off. “Whatever. It’s like a fifteen-minute walk from here, so just go without me. I’ll meet you there.”
They gave each other another look then shrugged, too high to care much about anything other than getting to the bar as fast as possible.
I walked back home at a pretty good clip, though I wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind to gauge it. The weed made everything feel hazy and warm, slowing time to crawl as I skipped over cracks rumored to break one’s mother’s back. A small part of me was annoyed I’d forgotten my wallet, but a much larger part was tickled by the chance to see my own again so soon.
I stepped through the front door as quietly as possible in case she was taking advantage of the silence to read one of her mystery novels. Even in my altered state, I was able to piece together that she probably wouldn’t be expecting me to have returned so soon.
I entered through the garage and pushed open the door to the laundry room, welcoming the cool air that brushed over my sun-warmed skin the moment I stepped inside.
Almost immediately, I caught a subtle, strange scent in the air: musky, tangy, and just the faintest bit sweet. I couldn’t quite place it at first… or maybe I just didn’t want to admit that I knew exactly what it was. I walked toward the kitchen, where the aroma grew stronger– thicker, warmer, and far more intimate.
“H-hello?” Mom’s voice cracked from around the corner, more high-pitched than usual.
“Hey, Mom,” I said nonchalantly as I closed the garage door behind me. I rounded the corner into the kitchen to see her standing behind the waist-high counter, even though there was no food or drink in front of her. “I thought you’d be reading or something.”
Her demeanor caught my attention: her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, her wide blue eyes were distinctly glassy, and a few strands of damp, black hair were sticking to her forehead.
“Oh, no. I-I was going to, but…” She swallowed hard, clearly flustered. “Anyway, how was Jason’s? You’re home so early!”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re being weird right now. What’s going on?”
She instantly got defensive. “I’m not being weird! I’m just– You know what? I’m going to lay down for a nap, actually. I must be tired.”
I recoiled with surprise. “It’s the middle of the day!”
“So?” she snapped, puffing out her chest in that way that made her nipples poke through her thin top.
She fled the kitchen before I could respond, but her abrupt exit called attention to something that made me pause: her clothes – or my clothes, rather. She was wearing a pair of light grey boxers that had clearly been stolen from my drawer. They were a bit loose on her, so the waistband sat low on her hips, requiring her to hold them up with one hand while she shuffled out of the kitchen.
I shook my head with disbelief. “W-what– Why are you wearing those?”
She froze for half a second. “It’s, um… laundry day, obviously! Yes! I grabbed a pair from your room until the dryer finished.”
“The dryer that’s next to the garage?” I asked cautiously. “I didn’t hear it running when I came in.”
Her eyes widened. “Uh, well, it must be done then!”
She mumbled something under her breath and shuffled past me with tiny, careful steps, clearly trying not to let the boxers shift too much as she headed not for the laundry room, but the stairs.
I was hot on her heels. “The dryer’s that way, Mom.”
“I know!” she informed me. “But I-I want to get… something from upstairs first.” She glanced nervously back over her shoulder. “Why are you– Stop following me!”
“Stop being weird!” I exclaimed. “I need to get something from my room, too.”
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and stepped aside, waving me ahead. “Go on, then.”
I shook my head with total confusion; something was definitely up. “Nuh-uh. You raised me better than that. Ladies first, Mom.”
“No!” she yelped, then swallowed like her throat had gone completely dry. “Just… you go first. Please, honey.”
I stared at her. “What the hell is going on? Are you, like, pranking me or something?”
She let out an annoyed huff, her jaw tensed. “When have I ever pranked you before?”
“Never! But something is going on with you.”
“Nothing is going on with me!” she shrieked, her fists clenching at her sides.
I folded my arms across my chest, more curious than ever. Whatever it was, I wanted to see how it played out. “Great. Then just walk up the stairs.”
Her brows trembled, jaw locked so tight that I could see the muscle flexing. Her eyes flicked toward the stairs, then back to me, desperate but defeated. “…Fine.”
Mom approached the flight like there were dozens of hidden landmines covering each and every step. Her movements were painfully timid and hesitant, and she kept her thighs pinched tightly together, barely moving her feet, her legs, or her knees more than the absolute minimum.
I followed a couple steps behind, eyes locked on the way her ass moved under my boxers, her soft cheeks flexing with every meticulous shift of her weight.
She only climbed ten or so steps before she stopped completely, legs squeezed together hard enough to make the muscles in her thighs bulge dramatically. It was the most concentration I had ever seen someone deploy in order to simply climb stairs, so I opened my arms in case she was about to spontaneously collapse.
“Are you gonna fall or something?” I asked, confused. “You’re shaking, Mom.”
She tried to take one more step, but her hand quickly shot out and clutched the banister for support. Then, through clenched teeth and without turning around, she hissed quietly “Look… away.”
I blinked. “Why?”
“She-ep!” Her voice cracked with anxiety, sharp and desperate as she leaned into the banister. “L-look away! Please!”
Before I could repeat the question, her knees suddenly buckled. A deep, beastly groan tore out of her throat, followed by a sound that I can still hear clear as day if I close my eyes and imagine it.
It was a loud, wet, and incredibly gooey– like something thick and slippery being violently pulled free from suction. It was so obscene that it actually made me flinch, and for a flash I wondered if my pocketed phone had somehow accidentally opened a porn video.
A split second later, a massive dildo shot out from the loose leg of my boxers, flying down between Mom’s thighs. The giant pink suction-cup base smacked loudly onto the hardwood stair below and stuck there instantly, the fat shaft wobbling back and forth like a metronome. It was glistening– absolutely drenched in her juices, with strands of her arousal literally dripping down onto the hardwood.
“Oh god,” she whimpered pathetically. “No. Nonono… oh my god.”
My mouth fell open, cock surging instantly in my loose shorts. “Mom… what the hell is that?”