World's Best Mom

Author's Note: A recent thread in the EF complaining about the lack of a good mother-son story has inspired me to try to write one that might be enjoyable. Hope you like it, and if you would like to see more, please let me know with your votes and feedback.



When Tim's alarm went off he blindly groped for the button that turned the annoying buzzing off. He had to think for a brief moment where exactly he was. After a few disorienting seconds he remembered he was at his dad's house. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes he picked up a framed picture of his mom. He loved it more than anything else he owned, even more than his laptop computer or his video gaming system. He loved her more than his own life.

She sure was beautiful, with a pretty face framed by shoulder-length blonde hair and those amazing green eyes. He didn't blame her for dumping his dad after he cheated on her with that brunette slut at his work. Tim still hated him for the pain he caused her, but still loved and respected his dad for the other good things he'd done.

"Good morning Mom," he whispered before kissing her framed, glossy five-by-seven color photo on the lips, just like he did every morning upon awakening.

Tim was twenty and in his second year at a two-year community college. He wasn't majoring in anything but rather taking basic courses that could be transferred to a four-year college when the time came... once he knew what his purpose in life was. But at the moment he remained uncertain. He talked to his mom about the future from time to time and she was always supportive, telling him not to rush into any decisions but to take his time. He sure did love her for so many reasons, that being one of them.

"Do you want to see your son?" he asked in a teasing voice, kicking the covers to the bottom of the bed to reveal his trim, muscular body clad only in a pair of briefs.

His mom and dad had been high-school sweethearts. Tim sure couldn't blame his dad for falling in love with her. He could only imagine how gorgeous she'd been back then since she was still so beautiful now. They'd both been eighteen when their maturing bodies got the better of them and they started having sex in the back seat of his dad's car. Neither had ever told him this but Tim had come across his mom's diary a year ago, which had inspired Tim's new obsession with her.

It was a gorgeous night, Tim recalled reading the words he'd stumbled across. I felt so alive, more alive than ever before. George looked more handsome than ever. I sensed this was going to turn out to be special. After the movies we returned to the lake where we'd spent many evenings talking and kissing in his back seat. Tonight we did the same, only we did less talking and more kissing.

I could feel a change in me, and maybe George did too. Maybe that was why he tried to go further than he ever had before, and I made no motion to stop him, because I wanted the same thing he did. I never knew the pleasure he could bring to me like he did on that night, feeling him moving inside of me like he did, bringing me such intense delight before it ended. I'm not sure if that was the night that I got pregnant, but I'd like to think it was.

He was already getting hard just thinking about those words she'd written with her own hand. She had such nice handwriting, too. Feeling his balls tingling Tim reached down and anxiously pushed the front of his underpants down to expose his expanding cock and hair-covered balls.

"Do you see what you do to me?" he asked her image in the photograph, turning it to face his erection. "This is what you do to me. I wish you could see it in real life, see me hard like this, touch it with your soft fingers. Or better yet, touch it with those silky lips," he added, holding the photograph so that he could see her face while rubbing the straining reddish-purple tip of his cock against her mouth.

"You keep asking why I don't have a girlfriend, and I want to tell you why, I really do. But I'm afraid that you'll do to me what you did to dad, kick me out of your life, and that would be worse than death for me," Tim admitted aloud, tears of pain forming in his eyes as he imagined this terrible possibility. "You'll never know how much I love you, or how you affect me. Thinking about you gets me harder than any girlfriend ever has."

Delicately returning the framed photograph to the bedside table, intentionally aimed towards his crotch, Tim smiled one last time before closing his eyes. "This is what you do to me, Mom," he whispered before rolling onto his right side facing her, both hands reaching down and surrounding his swollen organ.

Just as he had before, ever since accidentally seeing and reading her diary, he imagined it was him instead of his dad with her on that magical night in the back seat of the car...

We would start with kissing, lips first lightly touching, but after a brief time your lips would open and silently draw my tongue into your mouth. They would entwine passionately, probing and searching, our bodies becoming aroused as our passion grew. Your lips would taste as sweet as wild strawberries and our hearts would be racing like thoroughbreds.

We'd sit in the back seat, me holding your body in my arms tightly for half the evening until I needed more. My right hand would grope for a breast, find it, and squeeze on the amazing mound through her clothing. The nipple would harden with my touch and start wildly pulsating against my fingers. This would draw me to it and I would capture it between my thumb and index finger, lightly twisting on the rigid nub as she moaned into my mouth.

I'd pull my mom into my chest and hold her there, our kissing turning feverish. Our tongues would be crazily stabbing and thrusting, savoring this special embrace. We would soon be breathless, gasping for air, but this could not bring our frenzied kissing to an end. We'd do our best to steal breaths of air as we continued the heated embrace unabated.

I would be incredibly hard by now, my swollen cock aching as it was so uncomfortably compressed inside of my pants. It throbbed with every beat of my racing heart. The longer it did the more desperate my touching of her boob became. But I needed more and my fingers traded her breast for the buttons of her blouse, which I would anxiously tug apart enough to enable my hand to dip inside her bra and grip her naked mound.

"Oh Mom, I need you," Tim quietly groaned as the building sensations of tingling delight tantalized his mature body.

Suddenly she was leaning back as I was pulling her under me. Her legs widened and suddenly I was lying between them, my cock urgently pounding inside of my pants. My mouth finally broke away from hers only to lower to her nipples, which I hungrily sucked on one after the other, my head turning left and right to repeatedly suckle on the swollen, rubbery pink tips until they were dripping wet with my saliva.

When I felt her hand reaching down, grasping and squeezing on my cock, I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. She was wearing a short skirt with no panties, and when I reached a hand down between those creamy thighs I immediately felt the wet heat of her pussy. She would squirm with arousal the longer I fingered those lush, velvety outer folds until her hand freed my aching organ. Once she did she eagerly guided it to her opening and suddenly I was thrusting it deeply inside of her.

Her hands would grip my shoulders as I rammed my cock into her tight, juicy core over and over. I'd give her all I had as fast and as hard as I could, pounding her wet cunt with everything I could. She'd be crying out my name as I fucked her hot pussy, her juice soaking me as I filled her again and again. We'd be going at it so hot and heavy that the windows would steam up and the car would be rocking on the squeaky coil springs.

I'd make sure that she climaxed first. Her body would suddenly wrap around mine, her hips frantically slamming into me as my cock pumped into her. Then it would hit her like a ton of bricks. She'd clench hard as her orgasm erupted, juice flooding her cunt and soaking my ramming shaft.

"Oh Mom," Tim groaned as his tingling balls, filled with pressure, started moving the heavy load to the tip of his super-sensitized erection.

As he imagined her succulent body tucked under his, her legs wrapped around his waist, it was her pussy and not his hand that was wrapped around his throbbing cock. In the final moments he gasped aloud as he began ejaculating his thick, milky geysers of cum all over the carpeted floor.

* * * * *

After Tim cleaned the floor he took a shower and got into fresh clothes. When he walked into the kitchen he wasn't surprised to see Jenny sitting at the table eating orange slices. You are such a fucking slut, Tim thought to himself as he saw her, but smiled at her despite his true feelings for the trashy brunette.

She was cute, he had to give that much up to his dad. And younger than his mom, who was in her late thirties. Jenny, by contrast, was in her middle twenties. He hated that he was physically attracted to her given the emotional pain she'd caused. Of course it was difficult blaming her for everything, his dad had a part in it as well.

Tim made no effort to disguise his lustful stares. Jenny seemed to like it anyway, smiling sweetly at him when he was caught gawking. She had a really cute face framed by shiny dark brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders and halfway down her back, with amazing blue eyes. Her slender body was firm, and shapely in all the right spots. It was no wonder his dad had fallen for her, even though he hated that part of him.

"Where's my dad?" he casually asked.

Jenny got up and walked to the sink, placing the plate she was eating off of into the water. Tim knew she'd done this to give him a look at her nice body, which was only dressed in panties and a bra, and he gladly took full advantage of this viewing opportunity.

"He left for work already," she answered. "And that's too bad, because I woke up feeling rather horny. Are you leaving straight away?"

The inviting smile and twinkle in her eyes made it clear what she was offering him. As tempting as it might be Tim refused to play any part in her seedy plans.

"Yeah, I have to get down to the campus library," he lied. "Can you tell him I'll be staying at my mom's tonight?"

"I'll tell him, but that's disappointing to hear, Tim," Jenny answered. "Your dad said he had a dinner meeting and won't be home until later this evening. I was hoping we could order dinner in, snuggle up on the couch together, and watch a movie... or something."

It didn't take much imagination to figure out what "or something" was referring to. Especially the way she was smiling at him the way she was when making the statement.

"Are you sure?" she questioned. "It's kind of nice you get to bounce back and forth between your mom and dad's whenever you want, but do you have to end up there today?"

He nodded. "Yeah, she helps me with my math. Believe me, I need all the help I can get. If not for her I wouldn't have gotten this far."

She stepped closer to him, making sure he could see her perky hand-sized boobs that were tucked inside of the bra. "Do what you have to do, but it'd be great if you changed your mind. I'd appreciate the company, you know?"

His smile widened into a grin. "Oh yeah, I know, I know. See you next time around."

* * * * *

Tim's mom was standing facing the sink peeling a few carrots that she'd probably gotten from her small garden out back. He guessed she hadn't heard him come into the house and he took a moment to appreciate her nice, shapely body. Even at thirty-nine she still looked very appealing, even more so to him at that moment.

"Hi Mom," Tim announced as he gently placed a book bag down on the kitchen table.

"Hi sweetheart," she said without turning around, "thanks for calling and letting me know your plans. This way I have time to make us a nice dinner."

"You don't have to go to any trouble for me, you know."

"It's no trouble at all. I love to cook but it's not worth doing it if it's just going to be me," she patiently explained. "How did school go?"

"School's fine, except for the math," he answered. "I still can't get it figured out. Even went to the math lab for a couple of hours looking for help."

This time she turned her head to face him and when she did he admired her lovely appearance.

"Run into any cute girls?" she asked. "I know Betty's daughter works there a few afternoons a week."

His mom had been trying to set him up with Veronica for the past two years but he'd resisted at every turn. It didn't surprise him to hear her mentioning Veronica again in another effort to "solve" what she saw as his romantic woes... if she only knew the real truth!

"Sure, there were some there," he responded. "I'm just not interested at the moment. I have my hands full with my schoolwork. A girl would complicate things right now."

Finishing the peeling she took a moment to drop the carrots into a pot of boiling water on the stove. She walked over to her son and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Complications can be a good thing sometimes, Tim. Is there anything you want to talk about? Is there something other than the math that's bothering you?"

He sat down and she did the same, adjacent to him. She gently took his hands into hers and drew them forward close to her bosom, which Tim suddenly realized he was staring at. Feeling his face turning hot with embarrassment he quickly looked away.

"What is it, sweetheart? You know you can tell me anything, right, Tim? Even if you're gay."

"Mom, please!" he erupted. "I'm not gay, I can promise you that."

"Then what's on your mind?" she repeated, unable to suppress a smile.

"I ran into Jenny when I was at dad's," he told her. "I hate her for what she did to you but, well, I really like the way she looks."

Their conversation fell silent for a brief time as his mom dealt with the swirl of emotions that name created within her.

"She's young and pretty, so it's only normal for you to feel the way you do about her. Look, Tim, what happened would've happened no matter who the 'other' woman was. It just turned out to be... Jenny, that's all. Don't hate her for her part in it, okay? Besides, she's taken, but Veronica's not. At least not yet. Think about it is all that I'm asking."

"Okay, I'll think about it," he agreed before getting up. "I better get back to the math. I'll be in my room. Can you help me with it later?"

She smiled lovingly at her only child. "I'd love to. Do you know how proud I am of you for seeing you working so hard at this?"

He leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips. "I do, Mom. Thanks. And do you have any idea how much I love you?"

Her smile widened before she kissed him back. "Thanks, Tim. That's always nice to hear, especially coming from you. Do you have any plans for Friday?"

He was briefly confused. "What do you mean?"

"Veronica is free and it would be great if you two could get together. I'd be more than happy to call Betty and arrange things," she offered hopefully. "And then when you get home we can sit down on the couch and talk all about it."

It was the thought of sitting down on the couch late on a Friday night with the mom that he so dearly loved that had him suddenly agreeing to the whole crazy plan.

* * * * *

Tim was excited all evening, but not about Veronica. She was a nice young woman, and pretty too, but for him it was his mom he'd been thinking about all evening long. It was even his mom he'd had at the front of his mind when he made a pass at Veronica during the movie and was rewarded with some heated, rather passionate kissing. He considered a try for second base but opted out at the last moment.

"Thanks, Tim, I had a really good time tonight. I'm glad you finally asked," Veronica said as they stood awkwardly at her front door.

I never asked, he thought but didn't say. Instead he smiled politely and leaned forward for a brief kiss goodnight.

"Me too, it was fun," he added without emotion. "Maybe we can do it again sometime."

Her smile indicated her willingness. "I'd love to. Call me."

He nodded nervously. "Sure, maybe I'll do that."

It took all of his self-control not to race back to his mom's house. Every stoplight seemed to be aligned against him, adding to his growing frustration, but eventually he made it. Trying his best to suppress his eagerness Tim finally walked inside and found his mom waiting on the couch, just as she'd promised. His reward for taking Veronica on a date was, hopefully, about to bear some fruit.

"Hi," Tim announced as he sat down very close to her right side.

She smiled and stroked the top of his head. "Was it so terrible? It wasn't too complicating for you, was it?"

His face reddened with embarrassment. "Mom, please! You know I hate it when you tease me."

"I love to tease," she admitted her possibly single character flaw. "It embarrassed your dad too, for what it's worth. So how'd it go?"

He smiled guiltily, not at the memory of how he'd made out with Veronica, but hoping he might be able to do the same with his mom.

"It was nice," Tim told her. "How about an adult beverage while we're talking?"

"My teasing makes you nervous, doesn't it? Okay, we can have one."

He stepped into the kitchen, made them both a strong vodka-tonic, and quickly returned to her side.

"Veronica is a nice girl," he shared. "What was your first time like, Mom?"

A shocked expression appeared on her face. "Tim, you devil! Did she really let you do that with her? Did you make love tonight? I thought you two went to the movies!"

"We did, and we didn't," he quickly replied. "I mean we did go to the movies, but we didn't do the other thing. I was just wondering."

His mom was pretty quick-witted and immediately understood. "It's Jenny, isn't it."

No, it's you! he wanted to scream at her, but didn't. "You know me better than I know myself sometimes."

She smiled at him warmly. "You and your father are one and the same. Not big on redheads like Veronica, are you?"

He shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "Not really."

"That's okay," she reassured him, intending to deliver a kiss to his forehead but he anticipated this and made sure it was his lips that she kissed. "Thanks for trying, Tim, I appreciate that. There's more fish in the sea."

When she made a move to get up he grabbed her closest arm. "You said if I went out with Veronica that we could talk afterwards."

A puzzled and alarmed expression glazed her pretty face. "Yes, Tim. I did. What would you like to talk about?"

"I... I... want to know about your first time, with dad," he stammered.

Her nose wrinkled. "It was on our honeymoon and it's very personal," she began.

He turned furious. "No, no it wasn't! It was in the back seat of his car! Remember when you asked me to help dad clean out the attic after the divorce? Huh? I found your diary, Mom. I didn't mean to, I swear, but it fell out of a box and opened to a page that maybe I never should've never seen. I love you, I love you so much! Maybe it'd be best if I go."

She got up and followed behind him. "Tim, sweetheart, you must be mistaken. Really, you shouldn't drive as upset as you are. I don't know what you saw but it couldn't have been what you say. You're just confused, Jenny is messing with your head the same as she did with your dad. Tim, please!"

He slammed the door on his way out and drove back to his dad's house. Jenny was on the couch watching cable TV and turned to smile at him after he showed up. He sat down beside her and accepted the open, partially consumed can of beer she handed to him.