Unexpected

I was surprised at first, but it didn't take long for the earlier events of the evening to come back to me. I just started stripping off, and getting ready for bed.

When we were both in our underwear, we climbed into bed. She snuggled right up to me, and I wrapped my arms around her. She melted into me, pressing as much of her body against me as she could. I could feel the heat of her body and my ardour from earlier came back. My cock was rock hard. I didn't care, and if Ang knew, she didn't seem to care either.

I simply held her, and it didn't take long for her breathing to deepen, and her muscles to relax.

As sleep took my mother, I stared at the ceiling. I tried to sort through my thoughts and feelings for my mother. I was still confused, because of the societal norms everyone was raised with. But at the same time, I was sure that whatever it was that was happening between us, was wanted, and welcomed by both of us.

If nothing more than what happened today ever happened between us again, I would be happy, as long as Ang was there with me. And I would be there to make sure nothing happened to Ang.

***

That morning I awoke before Ang. Again we were spooned together, and her hand was entwined with mine, holding it to her breast. Despite the misgivings I'd harboured, it felt good and right to wake up like this. I would have loved to stay like that for hours, enjoying the feel of her sleeping body against mine, but my bladder was about to burst. I desperately needed to let out a few of the beers I'd had at the bar.

Without waking Ang, I pulled away and made my way to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I quickly showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth.

When I came out of the bathroom, Ang was just waking up. She lifted her head off the pillow as she stretched. When she caught sight of me, she smiled and sat up.

For the first time since I was a baby, and honestly, I don't know if my mother even breastfed me given her age, I was given an unobstructed view of her breasts. I was stunned, and couldn't look away. Her breasts fit her frame perfectly, not too large or small, and they showed only the slightest sag.

She didn't seem to care that she was exposing herself to me.

I was still standing at the bathroom door as she climbed out of bed, and sauntered over to me. She wrapped her arms around my towel-clad waist and gave me an almost chaste kiss on the lips.

"Good morning Rick."

"G-- good morning," I stammered, feeling her naked breasts pressing against me.

I still didn't know what was happening between us, but the feel of her against me was exquisite. My body certainly didn't know she was my mother, and I was tenting out my towel when she gave me a gentle nudge to clear the doorway.

Giving my head a shake, I stepped back into my bedroom.

Before I could react though, Ang grabbed my towel and yanked it off. With a giggle, she threw the towel at my head and closed the door behind her.

I was even more stunned standing there naked now, with a towel in my hands, after pulling it off my head. After a moment, I let out a laugh, and I could hear an answering laugh from the bathroom, as the shower started up again.

While my mother showered, I changed and finished getting ready for the day. I chose to wear some rugged working clothing. I'd taken the rest of the week off work to be able to take care of the situation with Julius.

Upon speaking with Steve the night before, we both knew that we would have to act fast to get Ang's things. Right now Julius was in jail. If we wanted to get her things without having to interact with Julius, we needed to do it before he could see a judge, make bail, and get home.

Ang didn't take long in the shower. She came out wrapped in a towel as I finished pulling on my shirt.

She smiled at me, before walking out of my room, heading for hers to get dressed.

I was almost sad that she didn't drop her towel for me. Though in retrospect, maybe she was hoping that I would come and tear it off of her.

Dressed, I made my way down the hall into the common areas of the house. As soon as I stepped into the living room, I stopped.

I knew there was something different right away, but it took me a few moments to figure it out. Ang had cleaned my house! I continued to look around and noticed some other things that were different.

There were some new pillows on the couch. Two new beautiful paintings hung on the wall where all the pictures of Liz and I had been. And there were a few other decorations around the house, that made it look homier.

I felt her hands slide up my back and around to my chest, as she hugged me from behind. "Do you like it?"

I knew that my house was a 'guy house' and needed that something more. Seeing what the touch of a loving woman could do, made me love her even more as if such a thing were even possible.

I turned in her arms and wrapped mine around her. I looked down into her green eyes and could see the worry there.

I smiled and leaned down and gently kissed her. "I love it. This place needed the touch of a woman, and I'm glad it was your touch to make the difference."

She smiled wide and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me back.

Though we hadn't had sex, it almost felt like we were newlyweds.

***

Ang

The drive back to my former home was one I was not looking forward to, though I was glad Rick would be there to support and help me.

I sat staring out the window of the car as Rick pulled us into the U-Haul parking lot.

When he put the car in park he let out a sigh and looked over at me. "Hopefully it won't take long, and then I'll have the van. I'll follow you since you know where you're going. Okay?"

I accepted the car keys from him and nodded. I smiled up at him. "Yeah."

He climbed out, only after a kiss. It didn't take long to get the cube van, and we were back on the road. It was another short drive to the house. I parked on the street, and Rick backed the truck into the empty driveway.

I stayed in the car, until Rick knocked on the window.

I started at the sound but gave him a weak smile as I climbed out.

He wrapped me in his strong arms again.

"It's okay Ang. It won't be long now before you'll be out of here, and away from him for good."

I rested my head against his chest, taking a deep steadying breath, inhaling Rick's manly scent. I could tell that he'd been perspiring in the U-haul, because his scent was stronger than before, though not to the point where he stunk yet.

Somehow smelling Rick, and the feeling of being in his arms, made me feel better. I knew that he would be there for me. I could feel his love. Something I'd never felt from any other man.

I was glad that when I tried the lock, my key still worked. Opening the door and seeing what, less than seventy-two hours earlier, was, I thought, a happy home, was harder than I expected. I saw the picture of Julius and me on the mantle and burst out crying.

Rick quickly wrapped his arms around me and settled me down. Together we worked to pack and move my things into the truck. It was slow going though because I would see something and burst into tears again.

I spotted some sexy panties that weren't mine. There were used condoms in the bedroom wastebasket. Some of my clothing had been pulled out of the dresser, and when I looked in it had been replaced by his bimbo's clothes.

Each time I spotted something new and burst into tears again, Rick was right there to comfort me. I don't think he left my side for any length of time.

Ideally what should have taken two or three hours at most, took almost five because of me. And by the time we finally finished, I was drained.

We closed the door to the house behind us, and I locked the door, leaving the key in the lock. I knew I'd never be coming back there.

Rick guided me back to the car. He opened the door for me. I tried to pull the door closed behind me, but couldn't. Rick still held the door. He looked at me with concern on his face.

"Ang, slight change in plans. I'm taking the lead. You stay right behind me. Okay?"

It took me a moment, but I nodded my understanding.

"Good." He leaned in and gave me another gentle kiss.

Despite how drained I was, that kiss brought some life back into me. When he pulled away, I moved forward ever so slightly to prolong the contact.

He smiled. "Stay right behind me."

A moment later, he pulled the truck out of the driveway, and I did as I was told, and stayed right behind the cube van.

We started heading back to his house, but instead of turning onto the highway, he turned off into the service road leading to the truck stop. Diners, gas stations, and motels lined the road.

Rick pulled into the Best Western parking lot and found an out-of-the-way spot to park.

He was already climbing out of the truck as I parked beside him. Once I shut off the car, he opened the door, and I gratefully accepted his hand getting out.

"This isn't home you know."

He smiled at me. "I like the fact that you just called my house, home. It is home. And yes I know this isn't home. You are in no shape to be driving on the highway at this time of day. So, I'm going to get us a room, and we are going to order in some food, and head back tomorrow."

I didn't know how the love I felt for this man could continue to grow. Even now he was still looking out for me.

I wound my arm around his waist and he put his around my shoulders and we went to get a room.

***

Rick

The stay in the hotel was exactly as I expected. Ang crashed almost as soon as we were in the room. I ordered a pizza, and only woke Ang long enough for her to eat, and get out of her clothes. Then, I shut everything down and we climbed into the bed together.

Laying there with my mother snuggled into my side, with my arm around her, made me think about what was going on. Though when I tried to talk to her about it before she said to just let things happen, I knew we needed to discuss things. If we were going to continue the relationship the way we were going, then I wanted to know what our goals were.

Communication, or more specifically the lack of it, was, at least, part of the reason my marriage failed. I was adamantly not going to let any future relationships fail for the same reason.

The next morning after cleaning up using the complimentary items provided, we grabbed a quick breakfast, which came with the room before we resumed the trip home.

Thankfully, it didn't take long to unload the truck into the garage once we made it back. By noon, I had delivered the U-Haul to the local shop, and we were sitting at the dining room table finishing up our sandwiches.

When we were both done, I collected the plates and brought them to the kitchen as Ang said, "Rick, thank you again for everything you've done for me the past few days. After years of separation, you basically put your life on hold to help me. Moved me into your house, and accepted me back into your life."

I smiled walking over to her. Holding out my hand, I silently invited her to stand. I led her into the living room and we took a seat on the couch.

"Ang, I love you. I think you know that. And I would do whatever you needed. I always have. Always will."

She teared up and smiled at me.

"I do think we need to talk about us though," I continued, and explained about Liz's and my lack of communication. I took her hand and held it while looking into her green eyes. I could see the trepidation in her eyes.

"Ang, I want you to know, that I-- I-- Despite everything that has happened, I am glad that you are here. I love what is happening between us. I love you, and I--" I took a breath. "Ang, I want to have a relationship with you."

The expression in her eyes changed from trepidation to nothing but love. The tears spilled over, and she smiled. "Oh, Baby, I love you too. I want the same things. Do you think we could do it though?"

Hearing Ang say that she felt the same way for me, as I did for her, made me the happiest man in the world, mother or not.

I reached up, placing my hand on the side of her face, using my thumb to wipe her tears away. "Yes, I do think we can do it. No one here knows who you are. The few people you've met think you're my girlfriend, not my mother. The only one who will know otherwise is Steve, and I know we can trust him."

She continued to smile, but some of the fear she showed earlier crept back into her eyes. "What about if it doesn't work between us? I mean. Rick, we can't just go back to the way things were. You've accepted me back into your life. I don't want to lose that again. I know I've only been here for a few days, but I know now how much I missed you. How much I missed my son and little brother."

I couldn't help but smile at her calling me her little brother when I was big enough to almost make three of her.

I took a deep breath, while I thought about my answer. "Ang. Mom, if we take this relationship further, you're right, we won't be able to go back. But... I've never felt this way with anyone. The love I thought I had for Liz, pales in comparison. I don't think that our relationship will fail. I know I will work to make us work."

Ang smiled, and suddenly, she came at me. She swung her leg over me, straddling me on the couch. She brought her hot lips to mine and kissed me in our most passionate kiss yet. Our hands were roaming, and tongues duelling.

When she broke the kiss, she hugged herself to me, leaning her head on my shoulder, and placing kisses along my neck while she whispered to me. "I feel the same way, Rick. I want this. I've been happier, and felt safer with you in the past few days than I've ever been before. I'm willing to work on us if you are."

We stayed like that simply enjoying the feel of each other in our arms.

Soon though, Ang started to move her hips. I could feel the heat of her mound over my prick, and her movements were making it come to life.

Ang began kissing along my neck and collar bone more incessantly. Slowly she kissed up to my ear, where she took my ear lobe into her mouth, and gently bit, causing me to shiver.

She whispered into my ear. "We may not be able to marry, but Richard Weiser, you are now my husband. And I swear to you, I will be the best wife ever! No other man will have me. I swear it!"

Her words inflamed me more than any others ever spoken, even to this day. Ang giving herself to me made me want her even more, making me rock hard.

She noticed and began grinding against the hard bulge in my shorts.

"Angela Weiser, I vow to you, to love you, care for you, and do what I can to protect you. I love you now and always!"

She moaned as I said my vows to her.

Ang pulled back just enough to bring her head back to mine, and our mouths came together once again. She wrapped her arms around me, running her fingers through my hair, as we made out there on the couch.

My hands were not idle, running under her shirt, memorizing the feel of her back and sides. I brushed my thumbs over the soft pliant sides of her breast causing her to moan into my mouth.

She broke our kiss and kissed along my jaw to my ear.

"Rick, Baby, take me to bed. I need my husband in me now!"

I groaned at her words, but effortlessly, cupped her butt, and stood. Moments later, I kicked open the bedroom door, and stepped into our room.

***

Ang

I couldn't believe the feelings I was having. Rick was making me feel things I'd never felt before, and we hadn't even taken our clothes off yet!

Feeling him lift me and carry me, as though I weighed nothing, made me so wet; I knew I'd soaked my panties. It wouldn't have surprised me if I was soaking through my shorts too.

I could feel how much Rick wanted me. He was hard as a rock and felt bigger than any man I'd been with before.

Kicking open the bedroom door, Rick carried me across the threshold. It may not have been in the traditional way, but we were not a traditional couple.

Holding me with one hand under my ass, Rick ripped the blankets off the bed, and walked me, on his knees to the centre, where he lay me down gently.

Relaxing down onto the mattress, I looked loving up at my man.

He looked back with more love in his eyes than I'd ever experienced from another person.

"I love you," he said simply, before giving me a gentle kiss.

I smiled.

Gently, he started pulling off my shirt. Wiggling around, I helped him, then whipped off my bra, exposing myself again, to my son. Seeing the lust in his eyes along with the love made me want him even more.

As I worked my shorts and panties off, I said, "Rick, get naked. I need you now." I'd never needed anything as much.

He smiled and stripped, his eyes never leaving me.

"God, you're beautiful!"

I couldn't help but feel good at his statement. I knew I'd held up alright compared to some other forty-year-old women, but I felt that my body could still use improvement.

"You look pretty good yourself!" I said as he yanked down his shorts and boxer briefs.

As soon as he was naked he leaned in rubbing our bodies together. He moved so fast, that I didn't get a good look at him, but the feeling of his chest against my sensitive nipples more than made up for my disappointment.

He began kissing along my neck and jawline, making me moan. Julius had never done anything like this. We'd barely begun, and the experience was nothing like I'd had before.

His lips didn't stop. He continued to rove my body. He steadily moved down, until he was circling my breasts. He was kissing figure eights around them, never once touching my nubs.

"Baby! Please!"

He chuckled but continued to tease me.

Then suddenly, I screamed in pleasure! His one hand made contact with my swamp of a pussy, and he sucked hard on my right nipple while pinching the left. His thumb circled my clit, while he continued to lavish attention on my breasts.

I was delirious from the sensations. Any previous sexual experience I had, my partner, spit on me, to make sure I was wet enough, and pumped into me. I was expected to lay still, and enjoy. I rarely did. To have my partner focus on me, and my pleasure was something completely new.

As my first orgasm wound down, Rick removed his hand from my pussy, and continued to kiss his way down my body. His hands, however, never left my breasts.

Instinctively I knew what was coming. I'd seen enough porn, and read enough smut to know. But I didn't really believe it.

Rick kissed up my thighs, making me moan, and groan. He still hadn't gone after my womanhood with his mouth, but already I could feel another climax building.

Then his kisses stopped. His hands stopped moving, though not leaving my breasts.

I opened my eyes and looked down. His smiling, loving face looked back at me. He pursed his lips and blew a cool stream of air across my exposed clit.

I shivered, wanting more.

He knew it. I could see it in the smile in his eyes.

Then he leaned in, his eyes not leaving mine.

Feeling his tongue make contact with my nether lips, tipped me over the edge once more.

My eyes closed tight. One hand grabbed the sheet, and the other grabbed his hair, holding his mouth tight to me.

He licked and explored my folds. Circled my clit, but not touching it. Driving me closer and closer to yet another orgasm.

I'd played with myself. My partners never left me satisfied, so I had to satisfy myself. Usually, I could get myself off, but nothing like this. Rick seemed to know my body better than I did.

He brought me right to the edge and held me there. I tried moving my hips and pulling him where I wanted him, but he resisted. I could hear him laugh as my moans and whimper showed my frustrations.

Finally, his lips closed around my clit, and sucked it in. My back arched off the bed, and lights exploded in my head. The pleasure was almost painful in its intensity.