My Summer with Mombyalwayswantedto©
Mom kept holding my cock afterward and that prevented it from softening. When her breathing returned to normal she let it go. She buttoned her dress and pulled it down without cleaning herself, then stood to gather the blanket. Grabbing a basket of blackberries, she set off down the hill toward the house. I grabbed the other three baskets and chased after her. I walked beside her for about thirty steps before speaking.
"How long did you go out with Jerry?"
Mom didn't answer. I tried again.
"What happened to him? I mean, why did you break up?"
She looked down and then up at the sky and only then I realized how insensitive my questions were. They had had obviously been in love and something catastrophic must have happened to him or she would have married him instead of Dad.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It's just not the right time to talk about him."
"When should I…"
"You know when," she said, and quickened her pace.
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We picked more berries the next morning but Mom didn't bring a blanket and we went straight back to the house. After lunch, Mom went upstairs and I selected a movie to watch but she didn't come. I waited patiently, then not so patiently, and finally went upstairs. About halfway up I could see her bedroom door was closed and indecision gripped me. After several false starts, up and down, I found myself descending the stairs. Before I knew it I was outside and heading for the remains of the barn. Working feverishly, I soon built up a substantial pile of wood. Dad was pleased when he got home.
"Just in time," he said. "I've sold a truck full so tomorrow you can help me make a few deliveries."
I had lost track of time. It was Friday and a long weekend loomed ahead. Mom never allowed any funny business on the weekend or, for that matter, any time Dad was home whether from fear of being caught or out of respect for my father. Killing a morning delivering the fruits of my labor would be easier than hanging around the house so near to Mom but so far away.
We loaded up the old flatdeck and trundled off down the highway. The deliveries took longer than I thought because they were in all directions from our place. It was mid afternoon, between our third and fourth deliveries, when I broached the topic of Jerry with Dad.
"So how long did Mom go out with that guy before she met you?"
Dad shot a confused look at me while making the shift from second to third.
"Jerry? I don't know no Jerry."
"Mom did. She when out with him before she met you."
Dad slammed his arm back in a long arc punctuated with a brief rev of the engine as he shifted into fourth without using the clutch.
"Your mother and I started dating when we were fourteen."
The truck's transmission whined as it gained speed.
"So, at some point you had a break?"
"You know, split up for a while."
"Nope, never, though the idea occurred to us once or twice after we got married."
Dad's arm pushed the long gearshift up and over into fifth. This time he double-clutched.
"Who's this Jerry anyway?"
"I don't know. Shelley thought her mother said Mom went out with a guy named Jerry."
"Nope, no Jerry. She went out with Jimmy McVey before me but only for a couple of weeks, then she lucked out."
Dad looked at me with a big grin on his face. I laughed and looked out the window. We drove on in silence. What the fuck was going on?
Mom was wearing a nice dress when we got home and the smell of roast beef filled the house.
"What are we having tomorrow?" Dad asked. Normally we had roast beef on Sunday. Saturday was chicken night.
"Steak and kidney pie."
"Woo hoo," Dad said. "We made a bundle today, get roast beef for dinner, and steak tomorrow. How can you beat that?"
"There's fresh blackberry pie, too."
"And fresh blackberry pie." Dad grinned. "Let's get washed up, junior."
I couldn't help glancing at Mom with almost every bite of blackberry pie. When she noticed, she blushed and my cock swelled. Picturing her tits and pussy covered in blackberry juice, I actually groaned.
"What's the matter," Dad asked.
"Something wrong with the pie? Your mother probably spent hours baking it."
"No, no. It's perfect," I assured him, then looked at Mom and said, meaningfully, "Perfect."
Mom blushed, looked down, and said, "Eat your pie and stop being silly. Both of you."
The next day Dad and I set off with an empty truck. He had made a deal on one of our deliveries for a lower price in exchange for the right to dismantle a couple of sheds. Given the price we were getting for the recycled lumber, we would make a bundle and he was happier than a pig in shit.
On the way back with a truck full of lumber Dad said, "I think you've earned a bonus, Jeremy."
"Yeah, for all your hard work. You've done a good job."
In reality, I felt bad given how little I actually worked and what I'd been doing with my time.
"How's five hundred dollars sound?"
"Five hundred! Dad, that's too much."
I felt like a real cad.
"No it's not. But don't tell your mother about it or she'll be wanting to buy new clothes with the rest."
I felt a little less the cad and his next remark relieved me even more.
"That Shelley's a real little looker isn't she? Like her mother."
"Uh, I guess."
"You ever get anywhere with that?"
I looked out the window.
We had blackberries and French Vanilla ice cream for dessert. I separated the berries and ice cream on each spoonful, savoring the blackberries to the point of licking the spoon after each bite. I had the audacity to glance at Mom's chest on one occasion and was exhilarated when she snapped a look at Dad and then cast her eyes down, blushing. After dinner, Dad went upstairs to have a shower. He wasn't as used to physical work as I was and was feeling a little sore. I helped clear the dishes and started to dry.
"I can do them myself. Why don't you relax and watch a movie?"
"A movie?" I repeated.
Mom blushed again and started scrubbing a plate. I passed behind her to put a glass in the cupboard and leaned down to kiss the nape of her neck.
"Jeremy!" Mom gasped, twisting her neck to look at the kitchen doorway.
"He's in the shower," I said.
"That doesn't matter," she snapped, implicitly referencing the unwritten rule: no Jerry-related behavior when Dad was home.
I dried another glass and put it away without bothering Mom but kissed her neck again on the way back, catching her by surprise.
"You know what?"
"Did you want to talk about Jerry?" I asked.
I put a plate away and stopped behind Mom. I put my hands on her shoulders and kneaded her neck.
"That's probably a good idea since there's nothing to talk about."
Mom didn't say anything but her body tensed. I worked my hands out to the edge of her shoulders and then onto her upper arms. My fingers stretched inward until the tips scraped the blouse covering the side of her breasts.
I leaned close and folded my arms around her front.
"There is no Jerry, is there?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, he isn't real."
I withdrew my arms but only enough so I could grasp a breast in each hand. I kneaded them instead of her shoulders.
"Jeremy, stop it."
Mom didn't answer and I stopped my kneading but kept hold of her tits.
"You started dating Dad when you were fourteen, didn't you?"
"And you've never dated anyone else, right."
"You've never been with another man."
My hands slipped down to grasp her hips."
"Jerry is a figment of your imagination, isn't he?"
"I invented him to help you. I thought you'd take advice about how to deal with women if it came from an accomplished man."
"Why didn't you use Dad?"
Mom laughed, short and bitter.
"You guys are bored with each other, aren't you?"
"Partly. We've been bored with each other for a long time."
"There's something else?"
Mom didn't answer. I pulled her hips back against me in an attempt to seem firm but something else became firmer as the softness of her butt pressed against it. I ran my hands up the outside of her blouse, following the contour of her waist. My fingers caught the edge of her bra and pushed it up and off her small tits. The thin cotton nylon blend did little to hide the exciting shape of her breasts which fit nicely into my hands, the points poking into my palms giving away her real feeling about Dad's presence.
"He fooled around on you, didn't he?"
Mom remained silent.
"You didn't invent Jerry just for me. Isn't that right?"
"Dad's disinterest and dishonesty killed him for you, didn't it?"
"Yes." Mom's voice was hoarse.
I started kneading her tits.
"And you needed a companion to replace him, especially during the day when he wasn't home, someone who was much, much better because you're not a toy kind of girl, are you?"
I pinched her nipples and held them while I turned my mouth into the nape of her neck and nibbled on it. I pressed my bulge into the crack that her shapely buttocks made easy to find through the cotton skirt.
"He cheated on you and now he's upstairs, unaware that now it's you receiving the attention you need."
"Poetic justice, don't you think?"
I ground my cock against her ass and kissed the side of her face. She turned toward me and I kissed her on the mouth. It was long and intense and I never let go of her nipples or stopped moving my cock against her ass.
"I can think of things Jerry never did."
"What kind of things?"
"You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see," I said.
Her mouth sought mine. When our lips parted her skirt was up to her hip, resting on my right wrist as my hand cupped her pussy. She didn't object.
"An independent mind isn't so easily predictable, is it?"
"No," Mom gasped as my finger slipped through the legging of her panties and inserted itself into her cunt.
"But it's more exciting."
I held my finger still.
Mom's hips flexed as she worked herself on my finger.
"Jerry was getting boring too, wasn't he?"
My finger moved in and out, accentuating her movements.
"But you didn't mean to let things go so far, did you?"
"And now it's too late?"
I pulled her head back to expose her throat and kissed her on the mouth. My tongue dived deep and I added a second finger to the subterranean works, humping her ass and forcing her onto my fingers. When the kiss was over, we were both panting. I released her and stepped back.
"Mom," I whispered.
She turned around, the expression on her face matching the passion expressed by her loins. After a brief glance at the kitchen doorway she stepped toward me. For some strange reason, I backed away. She laughed hoarsely but didn't say anything. When she moved again she fell to her knees, keeping her eyes on mine for a moment before her attention shifted lower to focus on my pants. Her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me forward until my bulge pressed on her face. She kissed it.
I looked down, unable to move, as she drew back and looked at me, smiling. Without a word, or another look at the doorway, her delicate hands loosened my belt and pulled the zipper down. My cock was quickly fished out of my underwear, perhaps too quickly since it caught momentarily on the metal ware. I grimaced but said nothing. Mom stretched my cock out and admire it.
"Mmmm, much more interesting than your father's."
She shrugged. Her fingers and thumb formed circle which slipped over the head and onto the shaft of my cock which lurched under her sensitive touch. I pushed through the ring until the tip bumped into her chin and then her nose and finally skidded along her cheek. Mom pulled her head back and then quickly pushed forward, her mouth opening wide to engulf my cock. More than half of it was embedded before I realized my cock was in her mouth. I groaned and put my hands on her head, one on top and the other behind but didn't pull. I could only follow the movements of her head because I was shocked. She was really sucking me!
Suddenly, I found it hard to breath. I turned my head toward the doorway. Where was he? He should have finished his shower by now. Did it matter? Could I stop her, even if he pointed a gun at my head?
Nevertheless, an urgency came over me and I gripped Mom's head. Holding it still, I started thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. Who cared about Jerry? I didn't need him anymore and neither did Mom. She had me now. And who gave a fuck about Dad? He fucked around with other women and left my gorgeous mother at home alone. That must have broke her heart, back in the day when she loved him. What an asshole!
My hips bucked but somehow Mom kept her head on my cock which must have been hard because I had lost control and was jamming it in and out. I thought about how horny it made me when she lost it and wondered if she was also getting off because she could make me lose it so quickly.
I couldn't believe I hadn't come already. I marveled at the way Mom's cheeks bulged to accommodate my pole but liked it better when it ran straight and pushed deep to knock on the door to her throat. I felt like power was being endowed upon me by this sexy woman through the simple act of letting me hold her head and push my cock into her mouth and being willing to accept it into her throat. She balked at first, yanking her head back and gasping wetly, but hurled herself back with a vengeance, taking my shaft deeper. She was so fucking hot!
She coughed, drooled, and shoved back to take it deep. I didn't realize I was in until she snorted through her nose to suck air into her body through the only avenue available. It was difficult for her to breathe but I didn't care. At that moment I cared only for my own satisfaction. I held her head tight against me, burying her nose in my pubic hair, thrilled by the knowledge she had probably never done anything like this before. I started to come.
"Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh, Jeeezzz!"
She didn't spill a drop. I didn't notice, of course, but afterward realized there wasn't a speck on her face or anywhere on the floor. She stood up and briefly pressed her lips to mine. I tried to kiss her more firmly but drew back and looked down as her hands re-holstered my cock, zipped up my pants, and buttoned them closed.
"How can you control a woman like that and not know when it's okay to touch her breasts?"
"Internet," I said. "I know what to do, just not how to get started, or who it's okay to do it with."
"Oh yes, the Internet generation."
Mom turned around and plunged her hands into the sink.
"I'll finish the dishes. You go find out what happened to your father."
I found him on the bed, naked. He must have crashed after his shower. I returned to the kitchen and finished drying the dishes. Mom and I watched a movie, sitting next to each other on the loveseat but we only held hands. Dad never came down and we turned out the lights and walked upstairs together. We brushed our teeth and got ready for bed in the main bathroom which was usually used only by me. At her door, I kissed Mom goodnight. I felt the need to show her how much I cared for her after the way I had used her in the kitchen, despite the fact she had initiated it.
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I was late for breakfast the next morning. Dad left for work as soon as he finished eating without giving Mom a kiss or even saying goodbye. Everything was back to normal in the Hunter household. Mom started doing the dishes while I finished my breakfast. We didn't talk. When I was done, I put my dishes in the sink and gave Mom a peck on the cheek.
"See you at lunch," I said.
I couldn't believe she was going to play games with me. Could she really be having second thoughts about last night? She needed me like I needed her. After years in a dull marriage she had dreamed of something more that was at least not boring. I took after her, not my father. Who better than me to know what she wanted, what she needed?
"We have to talk," she said.
She took my hand in her wet, soapy one and led me from the kitchen. I followed her upstairs, intent on the movement of her buttocks under the summer dress, perhaps because I was sure she was going to tell me it was all over and explain why, citing a bunch of bullshit reasons we both knew didn't matter.
Down the hall and into her bedroom. Mom released my hand five feet into the room and walked by herself to the bed. She stopped by the side with her back to me and stared at it. I waited for her to turn around to start the charade, wondering why I had destroyed the myth of Jerry. He would have been useful now and might even have turned the tide. I sighed, and waited.
Mom's hands lifted to her head, pushed up her hair and slipped the scrunchy off. She fluffed it out, spreading it over her shoulders, then undid the little hook at the top of her dress. The zipper followed and the dress was shrugged off her shoulders. It fell to her waist, catching on her hips until Mom wiggled and let it fall to the floor. The panties were narrow, emerging from her crack and splitting to swoop over each hip. When she pulled them down, the center caught between her cheeks and resisted as if stuck to her pussy. They were down to her knees before I realized they had broken free. I watched, mesmerized, as the panties slipped over each ankle and past each set of painted toes.
She didn't look back at me as I expected but put one knee on the bed and paused. Again, I thought she would turn around but instead she fell and half twisted onto the bed, rolling over on her back and then up onto her side facing away from me, stretched out full length with one leg resting on top of the other. She craned her neck to look back and smiled. I had to pull my eyes off her wonderful ass to smile back. She leaned forward slightly to display her ass better.
"You like it?"
She knew what I was looking at. I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak.
"Then you have a decision to make."
"Yes. Get undressed and come here."
I quickly shed my clothes, ungracefully, stumbling several times, and rushed to the bed. I stopped, remembering Mom's revelation so many weeks ago that a woman doesn't like to be rushed, she wants to be enjoyed. I knew that now. I took a deep breath and then another. Mom smiled. She knew what was going on in my head. I stretched out on the bed behind her and tentatively put my hand on her right cheek. She smiled encouragingly and I twisted my hand around on her cheek and ran the tips of my fingers up through her crack. Mom laughed huskily.
"You really want it, don't you?"
I nodded, then struggled to speak.
"Yes," I croaked.
"Then you really do have a decision to make. Be sure you make the right one."
"Which way to turn me."
I was confused.
"Pull me onto my back or push me onto my stomach," she explained, the smile gone. "Choose."
I looked at the beautiful, curving groove of her spine, the narrowness of her waist and the flair of her hips, the buttocks bulging out and pressing together to form her crack which gave way to the back of her pussy, and down her slender thighs which I had caressed for hours day after day worrying that I was moving too fast. What did she mean? Why did it matter whether I fucked her from behind or face to face? I didn't get it.
I reached out to touch her hip. I could hardly breathe. Her ass was incredibly exciting. I wanted to push my cock between her cheeks and rub it through her crack. I knew she wasn't teasing. She was ready to let me fuck her but if I made the wrong choice she would say no and this time it would be final.