My Other Mother Ch. 02

"No."

"I love you and I don't want you seeing me in some way that'll screw your head up because of all this. I suppose there's nothing wrong with you seeing your mum as an attractive woman, any more than there's anything wrong with me seeing my son as a very attractive young man. And I do take it as a very high compliment coming from you, but try not to have so much fun being so close to me," she said with a knowing wink, her good humoured mood returning.

"But it's not like th-!"

"Oh, shut upa you face!" she laughed. "You can't tell me you don't have fun with me at bedtime."

"Well, yeah, I do. It's just that I love you too, and I don't want this stuff ruining how we see each other any more than you do. I don't want you seeing me as some incestuous pervert, even though I think you already do," I moped.

It was the truth, or at least as much of it as I dared to tell. How could I come right out and tell her I couldn't stop checking her out when she wasn't looking?

" ... No, I don't. And I'm glad you're being as responsible about this as you can, but what you're really afraid of... is how she'll see our bedtime fun."

It took me a moment to figure out that she meant my 'real mother' and my heart sped up for her referring to herself in that manner.

"Well... yeah."

"Everything will be alright, sweetie pie," she assured me with a loving smile. "Look, I told you not to worry, right?"

"Yes."

"She'll understand and our situation won't always be like this."

"Yes, Mum," I agreed, just wanting the subject dropped. Her referance surprised and bothered me and I wasn't prepared to deal with that right then.

"I enjoy bedtime too, you know. Like I told you, I haven't had this much fun with someone for a long time. But I'm thinking you do have a lot more fun with me than with that little whore, huh?"

"Well... yeah," I admitted with a guilty smile.

"Remember how we kissed each other goodnight on the lips last night?"

"Yes."

"That was fun. Wasn't it?"

I nodded, my uncontrolled smile getting wider at the memory of how soft her lips were.

"And pretty innocent, right?"

"Yes."

"Sooo... you want to do it again?"

" ... Umm..."

She gave me a soft, lingering kiss. It was so nice and such a tease. She came in for another and I started kissing her back. She smiled fondly at me while I smiled nervously between tender, experimental kisses that I really enjoyed a lot more than I should. Her kisses became longer, her smile fading as the palm of her hand rested on the side of my face, long nails caressing lovingly. My hand slowly travelled up her back, fingers running through beautiful blonde hair at the back of her head as our kissing slowly became more and more intense. I could hardly believe it when her tongue popped into my mouth and her body ground against my hardness.

"Mmmmm. Ohhh, sweetie pie," she whispered with hot breath in my ear. "See... part of the problem is that... Mummy is sooo horny. I'm probably teasing you without even realizing it sometimes. I'm sorry, I don't mean to."

I had no idea what to say to this. I didn't have to say anything because, as fast as her expression changed to one of tricky playfulness, she began tickling under my arms. I jumped and tried to stop her, she giggling outright as we suddenly began to struggle, she ending up right on top of me, my cock getting more excited by her friction and revving up to a messy incident if she didn't stop.

"Muu-uum, quit it!"

"(giggle!)

I had to laugh, too, I couldn't help it with her tickling me, and I soon had to defend myself, tickling under her arms to try to get her off me, getting a playful scream as she battled back, twisting and grinding me closer to orgasm. I approached a strange, laughing panic, really trying to stop this beautiful, playful woman, my own mother, before she made me do the unthinkable.

"Hey!" She protested when I finally had to take some control by using a simple holding technique. "You're using your Jujitsu, no fair!"

"Muuum!" I fretted, despite the lingering smile from her antics, desperately trying to think of a way to explain my advancing predicament to her.

"Let me gooo!" she begged with a convincing smile, her boobs jiggling practically in my face as she squirmed around, trying to get free.

The only important thing was that this hold held her body away from mine in the right way while I tried to stay still, mentally willing the orgasm that came so close back down to my balls. When it had safely passed, I let out a deep breath and let her back down on top of me, but continuing to hold her still.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her struggles ceased as she looked at me with some concern.

"Geez, you almost made me...!" I panted

" ... You... You almost came?"

She started laughing, but it was an excited, nervous laugh.

"Mum, I'm serious, you can't be doing that!"

"All I was doing was tickling you!"

"But you were squirming all over me and-!"

"Oh, alright, spoilsport! You can let me go, I promise I'll stop."

She settled in beside me like usual with a regretful, yet still playful smile and noted, "You look so relieved."

"Well, yeah! Mum, I like having fun with you, but I don't want to... you know!"

I very much wanted to.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she sighed. "I know, I just wouldn't have thought that thing would be so sensitive. Jeesh."

I could only laugh nervously, just glad she was apparently attempting to wind herself down.

" ... I don't think she'll mind our fun that much," she offered.

"What if she does?"

"She'll be different by the time you really see her again, anyway."

"How so?"

"She won't be like she used to be. I'll be closer to the woman you love and respect after what we went through."

She was right. I'd never seen my mother with the rug pulled out from underneath her like that before and she definitely didn't cope well.

"You know, hon... She doesn't have to come back."

" ... I promised her."

"Mmmm," my other mother acknowledged as she snuggled in closer. "That doesn't mean she has to come back. When it gets right down to it, I mean. Just something to think about, sweetie pie."

Part 5

I was woken by Mum getting out of bed that morning. By the time I got my eyes fully open she'd taken her silk robe from the window, but paused before putting it on, staring out there as though she were intently reading her own future. The morning light cut through her nightie, granting a very nice sight to wake up to while I lay there, shamelessly checking out her alluringly inviting curves as I got harder and harder.

She eventually moved away from the window, throwing her bathrobe over her shoulders, suddenly seeing me awake and looking at her.

"Good morning, hon," she greeted, her expression in shadow since she'd turned her back to the window, but her tone seemed to be smiling.

"Good morning." I replied.

"Sleep well?"

"Yes, yourself?"

"Like a baby," she answered.

"More like sleeping beauty."

It just popped out.

" ... Sweetie pie, I love you for saying things like that. I know you mean it, too."

"Yeah... I should get up."

"Looks to me like you already are."

" ... Mum, c'mon. You know I can't help it," I complained, still embarrassed and uncomfortable about these things despite our new and crazy understanding.

"I know, I know," she allowed. "And I can't help teasing. It helps relieve some of the pressure of my hormones."

A few minutes later, after I'd thrown on some clothes while she waited for a bowl of soup in the microwave, I was headed for the door to go take a shower when she spoke.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."

Her statement was almost toneless, but so sincere in its naked simplicity. I turned slowly and walked back to the table, to her side but between her and the window. She turned and I could finally see her features, the bright, yet strangely deep darkness of her beautiful hazel eyes now smiling tenderly with the rest of her face.

"How are you, Mum?" I asked with quiet warmth, as though we hadn't seen each other for a little while.

"As long as you're here, I'm fine," she replied in the same manner.

" ... I love you."

"Love you too, honey."

I moved a step closer and put my arms around her. She did likewise and we just stood there with my still hard cock between us yet again. But it wasn't about that. I wanted to stay there for a bit while I could and she seemed content to do the same.

"Mum, the uh... the things we talked about last night... I want you to know that it's still hard for me to accept and... well, if you think differently now that it's daylight and all, I'd understand, you know. I don't know what I'd do without my mum and I'd never want to do anything that would... you know."

"No, we're okay," she replied. "I mean, it's wrong, how we act at bedtime, but it's not that bad, really. We're both just horny and we're keeping things in perspective like we should. All we really did was kiss each other and, since we do love one another, It's not really that big a deal. Is it?"

"Well... it was a bit more than that. We kinda made out."

" ... You liked it as much as I did, though."

"Yeah. I did. You're a lot better at it than Staci ever was, that's for sure."

"I would expect I am," she responded with her trademark raised brow and smirk. "Don't get too used to it though, tiger. Like I also said last night, these conditions won't last forever and... sooner or later you'll find some young woman for yourself..."

"And you'll find another man," I added.

" ... Yeah. You know, I never thought about that. Not even back home."

"You'll find someone. You're so gorgeous. All my friends thought so too, you know. If they knew how it really was with you and Dad, they'd have probably fought over you."

"Oh, sweetie pie, you say the nicest things to me. You can't know how much it means after being betrayed like I was."

"It hurt you a lot, didn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it did. Not much hurts me, but that really did. I always thought he appreciated me and even when I suspected he was cheating, I could never quite bring myself to believe it. I suppose it sounds conceited and self important, but I never thought any man would ever cheat on me. I always thought I was too good a woman. Isn't that silly?"

"You are too good a woman, Mum. He was just too stupid to see it and too spoiled by everything you provided for him to appreciate it. You were wasted on him."

"Aw, thanks, sweetie pie. See, this is why I don't know what I'd do without you. You make me feel so good about myself."

She gave me a lingering kiss on the lips that I returned, loving the soft feel of hers on mine and closing my eyes to the wonderful sensation.

"Go get showered, horndog," she said when she pulled away. "I'll have some eats prepared for us when you get back."

"Okay, Mum. See ya in ten."

As much as I wanted to, needed to, I couldn't bring myself to jerk off in that communal bathroom shower anymore than I could allow myself to do it with the image of Mum wearing that skimpy little nightie in my mind.

Part 6

Returning from my shower a little later, I found her sitting at the table, smoking a cigarette and drinking a coffee across from the bowl of soup waiting at my place, but she looked up when I came in. She wore a kind of glorified, pale pink T-shirt with an oval neckline that showed about the same amount of cleavage she sported yesterday. At the bottom of the oval were four buttons, each one spaced just widely enough to show the strain her rack was putting them under. A mid thigh length, faded denim skirt did wonders for her hips, especially sitting down, and with her legs crossed I couldn't help but glimpse quite a bit of thigh.

"Hey, sweetie pie."

"Hi."

"Listen, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

"Okay. I'm not in trouble, am I?"

"Trouble?" she asked, brows slightly furrowed. Of course not, why would you think that?"

I shrugged and sat down to my soup.

"No, actually I wanted to talk to you about your birthday. I didn't forget, you know. I only didn't wish you a happy birthday because I was hoping I could get you something nice to go with that wish sooner than this."

"That's alright, Mum."

"No, it's not. I always made it a point to remember your birthday and get you something special, like your watch, and this year will be no different. I just wanted you to know that I didn't forget about you, is all."

"It's really alright, Mum. I know we can't afford anything and, under the circumstances, you really shouldn't-"

"No, I definitely should, because of the circumstances."

"You'll make me feel guilty."

She shot me a funny smile and said, "Tomorrow, if the weather's nice. You'll have a great time and you won't feel guilty. The really special things are always free, you know."

I couldn't help but smile back. She was right, she always came through on my birthdays and it was always one of those times when she made everything about me. It one of those things that went a long way towards offsetting her somewhat strict behaviour. She smiled wider in response, obviously taking pleasure in my anticipation and the lift of my spirits.

I finished my soup and took our dishes to the bathroom to give them a quick wash, coming back to a fresh coffee, she still sitting at her spot.

"Thanks for the coffee."

"No prob. Hey, I wonder if you could do something for me?"

"What?"

"That wall," she said, gesturing to the plaster challenged bulkhead. "It gives me the creeps like that. I keep imagining all these disgusting little slithering monster creatures coming out of there and doing- hey, don't laugh!" she said, pointing with an embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry, I- heh heh. 'Slithering monster creatures'?"

" ... Just do something with it, smarty pants."

"Do you think cardboard would help keep the monsters in the wall?"

"Oh, you little thing! Yes, I think cardboard will do it!" she verified, laughing a little afterwards at my teasing.

My eyes found their way to her chest, looking at the way they bounced a little with her laughter. They lingered there and the erection I had earlier started to come back. I looked back up to her eyes, realizing she was watching me check her out, but we both just kind of beheld each other with fond expressions. By the time fifteen seconds had passed, I was almost completely hard and a thought had entered my mind.

Now, one of the ways I'd often earn hell from Mum when I was growing up was this little thing I have about daring myself to do or say certain things. For example, while walking by the open window of the Principal's office one January day, it suddenly struck me that someone could easily whip a snowball right through that opening. It wasn't an impulse decision; I actually kept walking another twenty steps while I dared myself. I stopped and looked back, smiling suddenly because I knew I was going to do it. I had to because I thought of doing it.

The high speed, frozen projectile did go through the window as planned, exploding against the wall right beside Principal Hollister's head. Hey, I just couldn't help myself. The satisfaction of having done it, watching him trying to shout angrily at me around his enraged stuttering was almost worth what happened after he called Mum and told her to come pick me up. (again)

I felt the same way when I rose from my chair as when I stopped and looked back at the Principals window, the same excitement as I walked to my mother as when I backtracked, scooping up a handful of snow with the same little smile.

I stood in front of her and stared right at her awesome chest, wondering at how heavy they were, their density and how they'd feel in my hands as she looked up at me with a strange, unsure smile, her back subtly arching.

"Mum..."

"Yes?" she quietly answered as her eyes fell on the very obvious erection in my pants.

"Well... Um, I can think of a really nice little birthday gift you could give me right now. If- if you wanted to, I mean..."

"What's that?" she asked quietly, the same expression on her face as she looked back up to mine.

" ... Could you... lift your shirt and show me your bra?"

There was a pause as we silently beheld one another and I was starting to regret this little idea when her hands moved to the hem of her top. Looking down at what she was doing, she slowly raised it, showing me her belly button. Arching her back further, she pulled it over the swell of her breasts and up to her neck. Mum wore a translucent, white lace bra that offered moderate coverage to her beautiful, full breasts and I watched the darker circles of her large areolas as her nipples began erecting themselves. She looked up at me with an uncertain expression that seemed to look for approval.

"Is that what you wanted to see, sweetie pie?" she asked in the same quiet voice.

" ... Oh, Mum. They're so... perfect."

"Thank you," she sincerely replied, her smile getting just a bit bigger before she added, "I'm glad you like them."

"Your nipples are so long and hard..."

"Like your cock," she whispered.

I was so turned on, I couldn't help what came next.

"Um... Can you please show me your panties, too?"

"Oh, sweetie pie... I really shouldn't."

"Please, Mum?"

She hesitated another few seconds, but stood up. Her snug T stayed at her neck while she used her hands to slowly pull the front of her skirt up, revealing her low rise, matching panties as she also looked.

" ... The back too, okay?"

She looked at the bulge at the front of my pants again and turned around, pulling her skirt right up to her waist, looking back with the same expression of wanting approval. The semi large V of translucent lace between the top of her cheeks left most of her perfect ass bare and I almost came right there in my pants as she bent, putting one hand on the table with her arm left straight and spreading her feet a little.

"Oh my god, Mum..." I breathed. "You're so beautiful. I..."

We looked at one another again as this intense moment passed between us. My personal dare just brought us across a line and we both knew it.

I backed away and sat a little heavily on the bed, wondering what I'd been thinking, but also irresponsibly glad I didn't resist the dare.

"Happy birthday, sweetie pie," she bade, her smile a bit wider again as she straightened and turned, sitting back down, but leaving her skirt rolled at her waist, T-shirt bunched at her neck.

I looked at the floor, realizing what had taken place and suddenly wishing she'd fix her clothes, but unable to ask.

"I'm sorry, Mum. I just..."

"You don't have to make excuses."

"Well..."

"No, it's fine. ... Maybe we should get going?"

"Yeah."

"A nice kiss, first?"

I was about to agree to that, banishing thoughts of pushing her down on the bed and burying my face in that beautiful cleavage, when my eye caught something scurrying across the floor. It was a large mouse and it was headed straight for Mum's foot. I'd just opened my mouth to warn her, thinking I was too late as it approached her black, open toe shoe, when she raised her foot and brought the narrow, three inch heel down hard on the its back.

Her quick and precise movement was almost as startling as the appearance of the furry intruder and my thoughts of moments ago were wiped completely out as she slowly twisted the slender heel back and forth, bearing down hard as she ground it right through the creature. Her lips were twisted in a disgusted, hateful sneer as the mouse squeaked over and over in agony, little droplets of blood spitting from its disease infested mouth. When she did lift her foot, it was impaled on her heel and she had to scrape the thing off on the floor. Its front paws worked, trying to drag itself away despite its mortal wound and the state of shock it must have been in.