Ever Notice? Ch. 07

His mother's light laugh sounded forced. "No, of course not."

Eric sighed. "I planned to work at dad's hardware store for the summer, save up some money for school, and hang out with my friends. It's the last summer I have before college."

"I know sweetie. I guess I hoped that you would want to spend some time with me."

"I do, Mom. I will! I have three months before classes start."

Christina nodded. "Thanks, Eric. I'm glad. I guess I'm just selfish. I've missed having you around these last few months, and after all that's happened this week, I was hoping you'd want to come back out here after graduation and keep having fun with your Mom."

She sat up then, swiveling on the chair to face Eric as well. She pulled her sunglasses off. "You're always welcome here, whenever you want to visit. I would love it if you moved out here to live with me again, but I understand how hard that would be for you."

She smiled a strange kind of smile, like a mix of one of her old motherly smiles, and one of her new sexy smiles. "Have you thought about moving out here? There are good schools nearby, too. You wouldn't have to go to college in the arctic."

Eric swallowed. He found himself staring at his mother's magnificent cleavage, a long line between the two perfect globes of her breasts, held tight together by her abbreviated bikini top. He forced himself to focus on the conversation.

"I hadn't really thought about it," he said honestly. "Part of me doesn't want to leave on Saturday. I want to stay here with you. But, I mean, you're my mother. As awesome as this is, it's not exactly... I mean, what do I tell my friends I did on vacation? Or Aunt Stacy and Uncle Ralph? Or Dad?"

Christina's look suddenly hardened. "Don't tell that asshole a goddam thing," she said. "As for your friends and my sister, tell them anything you want." She stood up, slipped her feet into her sandals and stormed back into the house. She would have slammed the sliding door were it designed to be able to do so.

Eric flopped back on the chair. "Fuck, what just happened?" He didn't expect such a strong reaction. But he probably should have.

Eric dragged himself to his feet. He hesitated, uncertain. All of a sudden, he was an eighteen year old boy again. If this had been an ordinary relationship, he would have stalked off angrily and probably broken up with the girl. But he obviously couldn't break up with his mom. For one thing, she was his mom. For another thing, he loved her. A lot.

And that decided him.

If he was an adult, he needed to make an adult decision. Not just what was best for him, but what was best for them. And he knew, in his heart, what that meant.

Eric marched into the house, a man on a mission. His mother hadn't gotten far, just to the living room. She was curled up on the couch, crying. Softly, quietly, muffled by her arm and the back of the couch.

He stood there a moment, struck dumb by her grief, feeling a mixture of emotions. A pain in his chest at the knowledge that he had made her feel this way, an unbridled lust in his groin at her beautiful form in that tiny bikini, and shame at both.

He didn't know what to say, so he just sat down beside her. She started at his approach, but didn't stop crying or even look at him. Instead, she made as if to rise and move away, but he grabbed her and folded her up into his arms. She stiffened at first and then relaxed as he pulled her head against his chest. He felt hot tears on his skin. She started to cry harder.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he finally said. Which just got her more upset, somehow. Eric didn't understand. He just held on.

Finally, the flow subsided, or at least slowed down. Eric extricated himself just long enough to get a box of tissues. Christina took it gratefully and tried in vain to clean herself up. Her face was splotchy, eyes read, makeup ruined. That she still looked beautiful to him almost surprised him.

"No, Eric, I'm sorry," she said breathlessly. Tears trembled at the corners of her eyes. "For what I've done. To us. I was just so lonely, and I missed you, and you're so handsome, and I thought... Oh God, I don't know what I thought. I liked the attention, the way you looked at me, how I felt, but I went too far."

Eric tightened his hold around his mother.

"Can you ever forgive me?" she said.

Eric took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "There's... Mom, there's nothing to forgive. I'm not upset. I don't regret anything. I'm... I'm grateful to you, for the time we've had together. That I hope we'll have together in the future. We've done stuff that I never thought I'd ever do with anyone, and it was with you. My mom. My mother. I love you, Mom, and nothing will ever change that. Well, I guess, if anything, I feel like I love you more. Or maybe just differently? I don't know. I'm starting to babble."

He paused, looked down at her. She watched him with wide blue eyes, her full lips slightly parted. "Go on," she said.

Eric laughed a little, which drew a smile from his mother. "I'm not ashamed of what we've done. Or of you. But you have to admit, this is a little weird. It's not like I can brag about you to my friends, or show you off at parties." He took another deep breath. "And I kind of want to. Y'know. Show you off."

"We can't do those things back home," Christina said slowly. "But you can do them here. We can go out on public as a couple. Not as mother and son, but a romantic couple."

She sat back a little bit, pulling away from Eric to better look at him. "You can even... you can even brag about me to at least one friend."

Eric's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"

Christina looked away. Her turn to take a deep breath. Her eyes found Eric's again. "Alice and Tom have been together for months now. It was Alice who put the germ of the idea in my head." She searched his face for a reaction, but all she saw was slack-jawed wonder. "Are you upset?"

Eric boggled. "No," he said after long moments. "Not upset. It makes sense, actually. A lot of sense." He pulled Christina closer him. "So we're not the only ones?"

Christina sniffled and chuckled. "No, we're not the only ones."

"That... is actually kind of awesome."

"Mmm-hmmm."

"And kind of hot, too."

"Oh, really?" There was a playful note in his mother's voice. He was painfully aware of her full breasts against his chest, of her hip pressing against his thigh, of the tightness in his swim trunks. Christina's hand slid along his thigh.

Eric's lips found his mother's. They parted, letting his tongue thrust between them, find her own and begin to wrestle. She moaned as he pulled the flimsy bikini off of her, one panel at a time, until she was naked on the couch. She swept his swim trunks down his legs, and he kicked them across the room.

Christina loosed a throaty giggle and lay back and spread her legs. She gripped his length and guided him into her velvet sheathe and moaned as he slammed home deep inside her.

He fucked her. Savagely, passionately, with animalistic fervor. Eric fucked his thick cock into his mother's pussy over and over again. Her thighs tightened around his hips. Her heels beat a tattoo against his pistoning buttocks. Her huge tits thrust against his broad chest, thick pink nipples practically scraping his skin. Her fingers tightened across his back and he felt her fingernails sink into his flesh as he plundered her with his throbbing tool. He felt her heat, her folds, her moisture, around him, urging him on along with the rest of her gorgeous body.

Christina threw back her head and howled in ecstasy as her first orgasm thundered through her. Eric never relented. He gripped her hips and fucked into her with unrelenting force, and brought her to the height three more times before he felt his balls tighten up and his cock expand and a gallon of semen erupt from him, pouring out his soul in the process, deep into his mother's core.

Afterward, they lay in a sweaty heap upon the floor, a few cushions and pillows arranged around their entwined bodies.

"Mom," Eric said, "I do want to spend the summer with you."

Christina sighed. "You don't have to, sweetie. You have your own life, and I can't keep you from it. I do want you to visit for a little while before college, though."

He kissed the top of her head. He lifted her chin with his fingers and lightly kissed her nose and lips. "No," he said. "I want to spend the summer with you."

She didn't say anything. Her eyes brimmed with tears once more, belied by the radiant smile she gave him.