Breaking Free

You ever have one of those days where it didn't even pay to get out of bed? You know the kind of day I mean; one where nothing clicks, but you keep pushing. Until finally the whole thing gives and you either get it right; or you fuck up so bad you just want to crawl home and go back in your hole.

My name is Eric Munez, and for me it was the screw up of screw ups that finally got me to call the day done. I mean, it doesn't get a lot worse than sending a picture of your dick to your mother; right. Before you judge, let me explain what happened.

I'm twenty-seven years old and yes I live on my own; thank God. By the time I had finished my degree in Agricultural genetics, I couldn't wait to get my ass out of the house. While I still talked to my mother, Emily Munez; I had very little good to say about my old man. Richard Munez fit his name, he really was a dick; how my mother put up with him I had yet to figure out.

My mom was a twenty-two year old chemistry major finishing her teaching degree when my folks were married. The first years of their marriage were pretty good, or so she tells me. Somewhere along the line, my dad changed she claims; mostly related to me, I think.

You see mom is about 5'3", long brunette hair, slim and piercing coal black eyes. No, she isn't built like a brick shit house, but she's not bad. I mean, at fifty she can still turn a head with a great ass and nice legs; but she was never a vogue model. My dad is a lot like her, about 5'6", give or take, but a bit on the heavier side now. I've seen pictures of him at my age; he had dark hair, just like mom, and was kind of a skinny dude. Now, the gut gets in the way when he sits, and the bald area out paces the hair on his head.

Me; I'm 6'2", about 210 pounds with sandy brown hair and green eyes. You got it; I don't look like mom...or dad. Apparently that issue seemed to gnaw at my dad as I grew. He kept saying mom 'fucked around' and got knocked up. Or that she had some secret lover, and shit like that. Over the years it only got worse; to the point he made her quit working as a teacher, controlled everywhere she went, who she saw; I swear to God he probably even dictated what she wore to hide her figure.

He tried to run my life just as bad, and when I got out of college, I got out of Dodge. I moved to Atlanta, about four hours away where my folks lived in Nashville. By then, dad had gotten so bad he had bought mom a cellphone so he could track her on the GPS and call her at odd hours to track where she was or what she was doing.

It was the cellphone that brings me back to where today is. I had come home from work at the labs frustrated as hell. The computer systems at work had gone belly up; and if that wasn't bad enough, a test batch of a hybrid winter wheat we had been working on had gotten contaminated. Weeks of hard work were gone in a flash; needless to say I was pissed.

When I got home, I fired off a text to my girl, Mona; hoping maybe we could get together and at least I could get my frustrated balls relief. Nope, wasn't meant to be, she was balls deep at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. So, there I was; pissed, horny, wandering my apartment naked at ten o'clock at night. I figured a round of the five knuckle shuffle was in order but I wanted a little stimulation. So, I made that final fuck-up of the day; and shot Mona a quick dick pic, hoping she might send me something back to get things rolling.

You got it, off went the picture without even the slightest care. Then, a text came back...from my mom. I mean, come on, Mom...Mona; simple mistake in the phone directory right? Not when you send a nice big close-up of your cock.

When my cellphone pinged, I saw it was from mom, so I opened it. "Eric?" was all it said. I then saw the picture I had sent just above. Oh FUCK!

"Sorry mom; that was not meant for you." I said back.

"Well, one more thing you didn't get from your father" I almost busted out laughing at her reply.

Then, I got a shock when she followed her comment. "Is that really you?"

"Yeah" I answered. "You think I sent a picture of some other guy's cock" I shot back.

"Never know" God at least he couldn't take her sense of humor away from her.

"How big?" suddenly appeared on my phone, and I was stunned. My mom was asking how big my cock was, Jesus.

"Eight and a half" I sent back. Then, I thought of something. "Where are you?"

"Sitting on the couch; ten feet from your father, who is watching television, while I am staring at my sons cock."

Oh my God, I shuddered. The very thing he always accused her of; and she was sitting right under his fucking nose. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed my rock hard cock, aimed my cellphone, and took a side view shot; hitting send before I changed my mind.

"That can't be you" was the immediate reply.

"You want proof, you'll just have to check for yourself." It was all I could think of in my lust hazed brain.

For the next ten minutes I got silence from the phone. I wondered if I had pushed too far, then it buzzed. Not a message, but a call coming in. This time, it was from my dad's cellphone. Oh Shit, I thought; we were busted.

"Hello" I answered.

"It's me" was all that my father said. Great introduction dick head, I thought.

"Hey dad" I said hesitantly.

"Look" he went on as if I hadn't even spoken. "Your mother's birthday is next Tuesday. I got to make a run down to Orlando to check on a franchise. I'm sending her down to you for the week, keep her out of trouble"

What an asshole, was the first thought through my mind; but, I kept my mouth shut. "She'll come down Saturday and then back on Friday. Keep a check on her."

Before I could even answer or argue, he had hung up. As usual, it wasn't asking; it was telling. Like everything else, he expected compliance; from me and mom.

I sighed and headed for my bedroom, figuring the day had ended about as shitty as it had started. Then, my cellphone pinged one more time.

"Prove it" was the only two words that came from mom. Holy fucking HELL!

By Saturday I was damn near a nervous wreck. My mind was swirling, what would I say; how would I even act. I spent a lot of time at the apartment complex gym, working off my frustrations and trying to not think of the coming visit.

When mom buzzed at the front door, I let her in and then waited by the door to my apartment. What stepped off the elevator took my breath away. Dressed in a skirt that only came halfway to her knees, her creamy thighs in plain view; I could only stare as she carried her suitcase down the hall walking towards me. I watched as her breasts swayed in a thin summer blouse, I swore I could see her dark nipples through the white cloth. She had to be braless, I thought, holy fuck.

"Hey sweetie" she said, as she kissed me on the cheek. I showed her in and closed the door.

"Ummm, hey mom" I could only stammer back.

"Where should I put this?" she gestured at her suitcase, pulling me back to reality.

"Oh, in the bedroom; it's yours." I quickly led her down the short hall to my bedroom.

Mom looked at the queen sized bed, then at me. "Where are you sleeping honey?"

"I'll crash on the couch, don't worry mom."

She stared at me for a moment. "We'll work on that later" she said quietly. What the hell was going on, I wondered.

"You look great" I blurted out.

Mom smiled and let her eyes slowly traveled over me. "So do you baby" she said; "so do you."

"Listen", I said, clearing my voice. "I have to run to the lab for a couple of hours. I need to set some test samples; then I'll be back. How about going out to dinner when I get back?"

Mom glanced out the bedroom window at the apartment courtyard, then back. "That sounds good sweetie. You take care of work, I'll get settled and check things out."

I left her in the bedroom as I headed out, my mind in a daze. Who was this woman, she sure didn't act like my mother. She was dressed like a fox, and had that hungry look; the kind I had seen in bars from many a mature woman trolling for young dick.

Emily Munez stood in her sons' bedroom and slowly unzipped her suitcase. Things couldn't be falling into place better, she thought. Convincing her husband she needed to be watched while he was away had been so simple, and what better place than here with Eric. The fact she had done it with a picture of her sons' thick, hard cock on her cellphone, he didn't need to know.

She had driven down, stopping at a rest area just before Atlanta. There she had quickly changed into her new skirt and blouse, bought just for this trip. She had been worried it was either too much, or; quite frankly, she just didn't have it anymore. Then, she had seen Eric's face as she walked from the elevator. Oh yeah, she still had it, she thought. That bulge in his jeans when he had headed out was evidence she had chosen perfectly.

As she put her toiletries' in the bathroom next to her sons', she saw his discarded t-shirt on the floor. He hadn't changed, she chuckled to herself. Picking up the cloth, she brought it to her face, taking a deep breath. She could smell him still on the cloth, the sheer odor of his body causing her nipples to harden against her thin blouse.

Emily wasn't sure still, if she could go through with this crazy idea. After over twenty-five years of living in hell, and after what had just happened, she was due. After all, it was her fiftieth birthday, and she knew what she wanted for her present...her son.

For a little over an hour, she puttered around the apartment, checking out the television channels, figuring out where the coffee was. The one thing she noticed, no pictures of a woman anywhere. Eric had said this new girl was as much a hook-up as anything. Not seeing any pictures only confirmed that to his mother.

Walking back into the bedroom, she opened her suitcase. Literally, almost everything in the bag had been bought in the last two days. By the time she had packed to leave, her husband had no idea a duplicate suitcase was already in her trunk ready. It held a couple of dresses, shorts, and some very special lingerie the like of which the mother had never worn before.

Right now, she thought, I want...ahhh here it is; as her hands pulled out the swimsuit she had bought. Slipping out of her skirt and blouse, she wondered what Eric would think, had he known that underneath, not only had she not had a bra on, she had not even been wearing panties.

Slipping on the two piece suit, she stepped to the bathroom mirror, turning side to side as she adjusted. Her breasts, barely contained in the small cloth, swelled out larger than the 36D she was. While not huge, Emily was still proud of the fact that her breasts were full and still stood proud, only showing a little sag from the years.

Glancing down at her bottom, she was instantly glad she had shaven. The tiny triangle of cloth barely covered anything, and when she adjusted the waist she watched as a prominent camel toe came into view. Perfect, she thought. Grabbing a towel, sun tan lotion and throwing her white blouse on for a cover up, she headed out to the pool she had seen from Eric's bedroom window.

As she stretched out on the lounger, Emily could feel male eyes watching her. The fact she could draw male attention filled her with pride and strengthened her resolve. There was one males' attention she wanted, and he would be arriving very soon. Liberally applying the lotion, she watched as her skin glistened in the bright sun...she wanted this to hit, and hit hard when Eric got home.

Eric was surprised when he came home to an empty apartment. He had expected his mother to be sitting reading or something, waiting for him. Instead, he found a small note on the table of the kitchenette.

"Down at the pool, join me. Mom" was all it said.

As he quickly slipped into his trunks, Eric wondered what he was going to find. Something was going on with his mother, and right now he was along for the ride. By the time he arrived at the pool, he had gotten the semi hard-on under control that arose thinking of his mother when she had arrived. That control vanished the moment his eyes found her.

Holy fuck, Eric thought. His eyes traveled along the tanned glistening thighs. His cock immediately started swelling as he followed the contour of her body up over the French cut bottoms, across her taut belly, to the rise of the most perfect set of tits he had seen.

"Hey mom" Eric croaked out as he came to her chair. He held his towel at his waist, trying to hide the growing bulge in his trunks. This was his mom for God's sake; he shouldn't be looking at her like this. His mind kept screaming, mom or not, this was a fucking fox. His cock swelling painfully as he tried not to stare at her.

"Hey baby" his mother smiled up at him; her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Emily scanned the muscled torso standing beside her, feeling a heat between her thighs when her gaze landed on the considerable bulge he was trying to hide behind the towel.

"Get everything set at work" Emily asked innocently. The stretch she made, however, was far from innocent. Deliberately putting her arms above her head and arcing her back, she thrust her barely covered breasts straight out.

Erick could only stand dumbfounded as his eyes glued to those magnificent orbs pressing towards him. His cock throbbed painfully in his trunks as everything else vanished in his mind.

"Eric, baby" his mother called him back softly. "My eyes are up here hun"

"Oh God mom" his face flushed as her son tried to apologize. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't..."

"Eric" his mother cut him off. "I didn't say I didn't like it." The words stunned Eric, he wasn't sure who this woman in front of him was, but she didn't resemble his mother in the slightest.

He could only watch as his mother reached for the lotion bottle on the small stand, then handed it to him. "Be a dear" she said softly. Then she rolled over on the lounger face down.

"Holy fuck" Eric whispered as his mothers' tight ass came into view for the first time. Her tight bottoms clinging to the twin globes it barely covered.

Emily smiled as she heard what her son whispered, knowing he never intended for her to hear him. Let's ratchet this up a bit, she thought.

"Just straddle me on the seat hun" she encouraged him.

As Eric moved to comply, he swung one leg over his mother, and then he settled over her thighs on the chair. As he spread the lotion onto her back, he leaned forward to get both her shoulders. The motion brought his throbbing cock in direct contact with his mothers' tight ass. During the move, Eric swore he could feel his mother raise her ass just a bit, to press back against his hard cock. No, he thought, he had to be imagining things.

Emily shuddered as she felt the hard pole press lightly against her, she couldn't help but raise her ass just enough to feel the full length. The thought of that thing sliding inside her, soaked her bikini bottoms with hot juices. She had to get them moving or she would go crazy she thought.

"Baby" Emily said, trying to keep her voice level. "Didn't you mention something about dinner?"

Eric quickly shifted off his mother and dried his oil coated hands. "Yeah" he replied. "I made reservations, we should get going." He was glad to have the change, he damn near had grabbed his own mothers' ass, an act he was sure would have drawn a scream and a slap across the face. Christ, this was a married woman and his mother, he reminded himself.

During the next hour, Eric used every argument he could think of to will his raging hard cock back down. She was married, she was his mother, she wasn't interested in him, and he had never been interested in mature women before. By the time he was standing in the living room ready, waiting for his mother to emerge; he had finally regained control of his hormones.

All of that vanished the moment his bedroom door opened and his mother stepped through, he felt almost every drop of blood in his body rush straight into his cock as he stared at the strange woman standing in his living room.

Emily had been very selective with the dress she had recently bought, taking great care to choose; she had been worried how Eric would react. Her hair curled lightly until it framed her face, her coal black eyes staring at her son; she watched him stop pacing and simply stare at her.

The pale blue color of the dress was highlighted against her now tanned skin; with a neckline that plunged halfway to her navel the shimmering silk cloth barely contained her breasts; as her bare nipples strained from under the cloth. Eric's eyes traveled down her taut belly, then over her hips that were shaped by the hugging material. Ending at barely mid-thigh, the hem of her dress only accentuated her toned legs as he watched her walk out. The open toed heels she wore showcasing her delicate feet. Everything about her screamed woman, and drew his gaze.

Emily swore she could literally watch as her sons cock thickened in his slacks as he stared at her. "Holy shit" she heard him whisper. Emily smiled "Do you like?" she asked softly.

Eric stared into the face of this woman he felt he had never met before. "Like?" he replied, stunned, "I love it. Who are you and where have you been hiding all my life."

Emily laughed softly as she walked up to him, her hips swaying with every movement. "Well honey, I'm not hiding anymore" she told her son. "Shouldn't we get going?"

"Yeah" Eric mumbled. "We have a cab waiting, that way we can enjoy the evening and not worry about driving."

"Perfect" his mother said, as she slipped her arm in his. "Oh and baby" she leaned down and whispered in his ear. "Careful with that thing, you might poke someone's eye out with it" then smiled as a red blush crept over her sons' cheeks.

Eric led the pair out and to the cab, giving the driver an address as he held the door open for his mother. He couldn't help but stare at her long legs as she slipped into the seat, watching the hemline of her dress slip just slightly higher, showing more thigh to his now aching cock.

All through the ride, and then ordering and eating; Eric and his mother laughed and talked. He couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed an evening out like this. The woman who sat across from him was not only the familiar memory of his mother; but she was also a vibrant, exciting woman who was like a bright light pulling at him as if he were a moth.

Emily felt the evening slip away in what she could only describe as perfection. Eric talked with her as an equal, not as a dominant controlling her. He listened, he laughed, and above all he cared. Something she had not felt in a very long time. As their plates lay aside empty, and the pair enjoyed their wine, she knew that what she had come here for was something she very much now wanted. It was now time, she decided.

As the conversation slowly steered towards more private things, Eric was surprised at his mothers' candor. "Come on mom" he told her "there is no way dad ever saw you like this."

"This" Emily said "was something your father never allowed and was never interested in."

"Then he is not only an ass, he is a fool." Eric said.

Emily sighed "He isn't interested" she said softly "I believe the phrase he used was it's like fucking an old cow."

Eric was surprised at his mothers' comment. Not just her honesty, but how she even phrased it. "Jesus Christ" he said. "Is he that stupid and blind." He blurted back.

Emily gave a wane smile "He doesn't need or want me Eric" she told him. "He has his mistress now."

"What?" Eric asked shocked.

His mother stared at her hands. "She's young, she's blonde, and she's thin. She has big tits and long legs. Me, I'm past my prime baby, I can't compete."

"Compete?" Eric spat back. "What an asshole. If you were my date..." He cut himself off from finishing his statement.