The Man of the House

With the door almost shut, I place my head against it and softly push it home. As it slots into the frame, with a quiet familiar click from the latch, I rest against the comforting cool of the wood. The hallway is dark, and in the darkness I am alone, except for my thoughts. What a waste this evening has been.

I had not planned to be home this early as I had a date. Not a first date, or even a second, but a third. I was full of butterflies when earlier I arrived at the restaurant and met my beautiful company. That evening we were eating at a famous, and hideously expensive, hotel in the city. It had cost me more than I care to mention, but I felt a vibe from this woman. When you feel something you have to go for it. As it turns out I could not have been more wrong about this.

At the end of the meal she dashed my hopes of anything more happening by telling me that our third date would also be our last. Her reasons were standard and nondescript, "it's not you it's me" and "I'm looking for something else," still they hurt no less. She left hastily soon after and I cancelled the hotel room I had booked for the night, which lost me my deposit. I had been on a few dates recently, but none had gone very far, in fact, tonight had been the furthest of any. Still the end result was the same. I have spent so much time and so much money on nothing but bad memories. Maybe I am destined to be alone?

My body is aching as I stand here at the thought of what could have been. I have not had sex in far too long and I need to relieve the mental and physical frustration. However, first I need to sit down for my legs, like my willpower, are fading. I start towards the kitchen turning on lights as I go. I see that the room is spotless as I enter, with everything neatly in its place; this is my mother's handiwork. The only thing out of place is a note from my mother on the counter which reads, "Good luck with the date! If you're back before 10 we need to talk about money urgently (Sorry)."

It had been three years since my father left my mother for another woman. In the aftermath of their breakup, and his betrayal, things were hard for both of us, but especially for her. We both suffered the emotional hardship, and I covered the financial one. My mother was a housewife, homemaker, and didn't work. In an age of strong independent women commanding their own careers and forging their own paths, she remained still strong, but dependant. Since my father had left it was me that she depended on as she didn't have an income and bills needed paying. I covered all the costs of running the house and her life, but I barely managed with my salary and own expenses.

I check my watch and it reads '9:45'. For a moment I pause pondering whether to talk to her now or in the morning, though, as I do I can hear someone descending the stairs. Not long after she steps into the light of the kitchen wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown. The belt tie around her waist is done up so tightly that it hugs her closely smothering her with comfort. With my mother comes a clean smell of soap that tells me has not long been out of the shower. She smiles at me, her face fresh and without makeup at this time in the evening and so close to bed.

"So how did it go?" she asks.

I sigh, "Not well, I won't be seeing her again."

"What!" she exclaims, "What went wrong?" I explain to my mother her 'reasons', if you can call them that, and her face scrunches up. "Wow. I don't know what to say. Did you at least get something... you know" she says winking.

"We didn't kiss," I say deflecting her implication. I am still at that age where hearing a parent talk about sex makes me uncomfortable, if that age ever passes.

"After all that you spent on that hotel! Well you can have a kiss from me because I love you," and she comes over and plants a peck on my cheek. I wish I had felt the contact of another woman tonight, but it was a nice soothing gesture. "I'm sorry, and I wish you had more luck as you deserve it. You do so much for our little family and for me. I know at your age you're looking to experience... things," she says before continuing, "your father isn't around anymore but I want you to know you can always talk to me about sex."

"Please, can we not," I interrupt her while cringing at hearing my mother about this.

She raises her hands up defensively "Ok... ok." For a moment she pauses before continuing hesitantly, "so listen, about the money we are late on quite a few bills and I need more than the usual you give me each month." I put in more than half of my wages every month to the household so this is worrying.

"Err how much more," I say thinking about my bank account balance and how much it has been depleted by tonight. I have some savings, but it has been hard to amass much being the sole income in the house with both our expenses.

"Double."

"Double! What! How?" I am shocked.

My mother looks at her toes and she mumbles her next words, "I didn't want to bring it up before, and I held off on as many as I could so that you would have some money to spend on yourself."

After a pause, for the second time I sigh but I know what I have to do, "I can manage it... I think."

My mother's joy explodes onto her face; she darts over to me and embraces me in a big motherly hug. It is like hugging a warm blanket as she is wrapped up so heavily. She holds back tears as she thanks me over and over. She reaches up and kisses me on the cheek again. "You're wonderful you know that."

I try to calm everything down with a wry joke as all this affection and thanks are unnecessary, I am doing this for love not because of an obligation, "That's the second kiss I've had tonight and all it cost me was all my money!"

I smile and watch as my mother laughs, and I feel the mood lighten before she stops midway through a chuckle. The silence is clear in this lull and the mood of the room changes to something I have not felt before. "You're right." She looks at me then moves up close to me once more and kisses me on the cheek, then again. Her lips move inwards tracing a path on my skin with her warm touch. Then her lips meet mine.

I recoil and step back my cheeks flushing red, "w-what are you doing?"

She steps forward maintaining the distance. "I owe you more than a kiss on the cheek. You've been the man of the house for a long time and it's time I started treating you like it." I can't believe what I am seeing, and without another word she unties her dressing gown and lets it fall to the floor. I look away embarrassed and shocked, but not before seeing she is completely naked beneath it. The mental image is now front and centre in my mind, even though I am looking out of the kitchen back at the front door.

I don't know what to say. "M-." She interrupts me instantly with a shhh moves closer once more. I step back again still looking to the side, but then the backs of my thighs touch the kitchen counter bringing me to a halt. I can't back away from what is happening now.

"I've been so unfair asking you for all this money and you've been providing, just like your father, but I've been treating you like a child." Now she is so close to me that I can hear her heavy breathing and feel her skin radiating heat. Still I try not to look. "You're not a child you're the man of this house. You shouldn't be going out wasting your money on these dates hoping one of these stupid bitches might realise what a great person you are."

I have never heard my mother talk like this, and with my head still turned she is whispering this seductively into my ear. "You support me and I should be supporting you by giving you what a man needs, just like you take care of our needs" she says taking a hold of the front of my shirt with both hands and presses her chest into mine. I can feel her breasts against my body, and despite my confusion at all that is happening, it feels... arousing. "Let me show you my appreciation for all that you do, how I should and know to best."

Taking me by the chin she turns me to face her and kisses me. Our lips meet and it is awkward at first as I am so taken aback and reluctant to submit to something I have been brought up to believe is wrong, however, I can't resist as my body is crying out for her love. The passion builds. Her tongue darts into my mouth and runs along the edge of my top teeth teasingly. I start to loosen up and kiss her like I would a lover. I switch off the part of my brain that is overthinking and let the moment take me. In response to her tongue, mine meets hers and they do that special dance. In between kissing, my mother breathlessly begs, "touch me."

I'm tentative, as I begin to think, but push back that thought, and I place my hands on her hips and touch her bare skin. It's smooth to the touch and as I caress the area I feel my excitement growing from the feel of a woman's curves. "More" she moans into me. My hands continue to explore moving down and cupping her behind and squeezing. She wriggles her body and pushes herself against me causing my erection to grow further. "Mmm God I can feel it." My skin glides against hers sculpting her contours before reaching her breasts. My palms overflow with her ample chest, and I tease and play with her erect nipples.

Before I know it my mother's hands are at my waist and unbuckling my trousers. After some fiddling they loosen and with one clean motion she pulls them and my underwear down as she crouches. My erect cock springs forth and stands proudly in front of her. The look on her face changes and I don't recognise her as my mother but see her as a woman, a woman who hungers for my cock. She reaches behind her and retrieves her dressing gown then kneels on it like a pillow. This was not her first time on her knees. "I want to make you feel good," she says as she gasps my cock in her hands for the first time. I hear her exhale as her fingers wrap around me at the base.

She edges closer and then lays my cock across her face straight down the middle. I would never have thought I would see this, and I would never have thought how much this simple act makes me so excited. I can feel her warmth breath against the underside of my cock as she blows softly onto my throbbing shaft. Her nose and chin act as my supports. Then she pulls me off her and holds me directly in front of her again. She gently moves up to my cock and plants a peck on my tip. It sends a tingling sensation up through me from the point of impact. "Another kiss for you," she smiles, "this is what the man of the house deserves for the all hard work he does for his family."

Her lips seal around the tip of my cock, and I suppress a shudder as she begins to consume my length. My mother is sucking my cock and God does she know what she is doing. Her head starts to bob up and down at a pleasurable pace as she takes me into her wet mouth. The suction she is applying with her closed lips is unreal. She plunges and drags me from her mouth, keeping her lips locked all the way to touch stroke every bit of me, until I pop out with a resounding sound. Then she begins kissing and licking my shaft from tip to base. Her kisses are full lipped and from every angle. My mother's lips part and slide around my girth as she kisses deeply. She licks me, like my cock is her favourite flavour, sloshing her tongue on me gleefully. When no part of my cock is left neglected she moves to my balls. Softly jerking my wet cock she sucks my balls, pulling them into her mouth, and draws her tongue over them. When she is finished I can feel the cool air against their wetness.

Then again I am in her mouth and she takes me deep. She gobbles me making a swallowing noise as more of me enters her. The tip of my cock presses against the back of her throat then she continues forward, and I plunge even deeper. My cock slips into her throat, and she takes all of me until her nose is pressed against my stomach and I can feel her nasal breathing against my skin. Now I am not looking away and to see this naked woman, who happens to be my mother, engulfing my cock with ease. I let out an involuntary sound, "Aaah" and grab the counter behind me for support. My legs are starting to feel weak as the waves of pleasure flow through me. My mother is a housewife who can cook, clean, and suck cock like a pro- a true domestic goddess.

She continues to deepthroat me and looks up at me effortlessly while she does so. I see in her eyes the pure emotions of lust and love. "I love you," I tell her.

She slowly withdraws me from her throat and pops me out of her mouth, "I love you too honey." Eagerly she sucks my cock back up and proceeds to move me all around her mouth. The tip of my cock presses against the unbelievable softness of her cheeks, the hard top of her mouth, all the while being cushioned by her tongue like a pillow. Teasingly she bites me and then soothingly licks the places she has nibbled.

She pulls me out, then, opening wide shows me the inside of her mouth while a string of spit links her to my cock. Like earlier, she places me against her face and smears her spit over herself then draws my cock back in and begins to ramp up the pace. She gobbles my shaft like her last meal and salivates over me till my cock is literally dripping. Her hand drops to between her legs and she starts to play with her pussy while she sucks me. A low constant moan vibrates through her mouth as she takes me and plays with herself. In the moments where my cock leaves her mouth momentarily I can hear her gasp mindlessly, "yes" and "fuck yes," before swallowing me up again.

By this point she has drenched my shaft with her drool and her mouth is full of spit. She sucks as much as she can back off me then encloses almost all my cock between her lips. Next she begins to slosh the liquid around in her mouth like a washing machine. First softly, like slow current, then aggressively, like raging rapids. Her whole mouth contorts pleasurably as she does this. She pulls me out of her mouth then spits over my cock and starts to jerk me. With all the drool soon her hand is sliding up and down my shaft keeping pace with her other hand. My mother at this point is two fingers deep in her pussy; she leans back and closes her eyes as she approaches her own orgasm. Furiously she jerks me and fingers herself until both motions pause, continue, pause again, and then slowly flow at a consistent slow rhythm as a wave crashes through her body and she finishes.

Her eyes close and head bolts back as she silently screams in ecstasy before letting out an actual sound in the form of a long satisfied moan. "Oh my God, I haven't cum like that in years" she says. She looks at me lovingly with a big smile on her face and her cheeks flushed crimson. "I'm sorry! I'm meant to be getting you off," and she returns to my cock but takes my hand and places in on the back of her head. In between sucks she says "use your mothers mouth-", "come on I know what men like-", "this is what the man of the house gets-", "to use me like I love to be used-", "are you going to cum for me?"

I am getting close as she is using all of her ability to milk me. I love hearing her talk dirty, and my mind is overcome with sex that I want nothing else but to finish. "Keep talking, keep talking," I growl.

"Oh fuck yes! I knew you weren't shy! You want me to talk dirty? I can talk dirty. Are you going to cum for your mother? I want you to cum in my mouth. I love you and I love your cock. This is my cock now." I take a handful of her hair carefully with the hand she placed on her head and interrupt her by shoving her down on my cock having her deepthroat me like I knew she could. I lightly fuck her face while she groans until she gags and I quickly pull my cock out.

"Are you ok?" I ask.

"Aw honey thank you, but I love it when you're rough. You put the food on the table so you can fuck my face any way you like."

"Make me cum" I tell her with my last bit of energy that has not been devoted to sex; I don't think I can form any other words until I have climaxed.

Wasting no time she swallows me up for the final time and bobs up head up and down while with her other hand twists and pumps my shaft. Her tongue flicks up and down inside her mouth on my tip. I approach the point of no return, and then pass it. My mother can sense this and takes a hold of my balls with her free hand, and moves her mouth back to the tip. She aggressively sucks me commanding my orgasm. I cum. My cock twitches then explodes and my whole body pumps forward. With every spurt my body is shocked and spasms. My seed shoots out into my mother's mouth over and over again till I am certain I have given her a full mouthful. As my climax ends I slump back onto the counter and slip out of her mouth. She looks up at me and opens wide once more showing me my cum filling her mouth, dripping off her tongue, and surrounding her teeth. With a smile she closes her mouth, and with a gulp, swallows my cum. "Thank you honey."

"I can't believe that just happened," I say, exhausted after shooting my load. With my sex haze fading I start to realise what just happened and I suddenly I am starting to feel very shy. I am here naked with my still half hard cock out while my mother is naked and on her knees having just swallowed my seed.

"Ok so no more dates and no more wasting money ok? We need every penny of it if we are going to get by. I feel like we have fixed an imbalance now. You work so we can pay the bills and I will cook, clean, and take care your needs" my mother says looking at me unashamedly. For her this situation is normal and what she is used to. "If I see you're looking in need of a realise I will get you off but always ask if you want me to suck your cock for you," she winks, "or if you want something more than my mouth."

I feel so shy and my words have left me, so I just nod.

"You're the man of the house now officially, so I will expect a lot from you, but you get a lot from me too as we are a team."

I nod and look down at my naked mother with her beautiful body and realise she is right. I have been giving everything to my family and everything I want I will get from my family.