Becoming My Mother's Lover (2 page)

Mom had always been very affectionate with me and all but hung on my father, who doted on her as if they were newlyweds. I found myself worrying about what kind of guy she would meet next. Mom was only forty one and way too pretty to stay alone and I know dad would want her to be happy with someone. Unfortunately, Mom was the type to be easily taken advantage of and….

“Hey Jason, you still with me?”

“Yeah sure.” I replied, coming out of my fog.

“Yeah? You done staring at your mother?”

“I was not!” I exclaimed, but as he smiled at me, I could feel myself blushing.

“Hey it’s okay Jason,” He gave my arm a squeeze. “More okay than you know.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“What?” dad looked confused for a moment, and I felt that sinking feeling in my stomach again, this had been happening a lot lately. Nothing severe, but dad was losing a minute or two here and there.

“You said…”

“Never mind, I was a little mixed up just then.” He sighed and turning to face me leaned his elbow on the railing. “Speaking of Jason, part of why I brought us here one last time, is I need to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead.” I nodded.

“Not just yet, but I’ll tell you that it’s very important. It’s going to be something I’m going to make you promise me.”

“Anything you want dad.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “You know I’ll do anything for you.”

“And mom?”

“Of course!” I told him. “I know you’re worried dad, but try not to be, I’m going to make sure I’m around and try to take care of her.”

Dad put his head down and I saw his eyes were misting up. “Thank you Jason,” he said softly, “I knew you’d say that because you’re a good son and a hell of a young man, but I’m going to need you to remember that promise.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure what he meant, but could see he was upset and didn’t want to play twenty questions.

“We’ll talk tomorrow, but in the meantime I need a favor from you tonight.”

“You want me to make myself scarce, you dirty old man?” I laughed.

Dad gave me an odd look for a moment then broke into a smile, “No, but your mother is looking good tonight so I wouldn’t wander out of your room in the middle of the night.”

“You guys have a room.”

“Where’s the fun in that when we have an entire beach house, hell we have the beach!” he laughed.

“Ugh.” I made a show of shuddering.

“Seriously Jason, I need you to do exactly what I tell you.”

The smile was gone from his face and I nodded to him. Dad paused and looked as if he were trying to think of what to say, then pointed at the small screen door behind us.

“You know the little tiny sun room right there?”

“Yeah, I used to hide in there all the time when we’d play hide and seek.”

“Yeah, you were really clever,” Dad said and laughed when I rolled my eyes.

“So what about it?” I asked.

“I want you to go in there at eleven thirty tonight, and wat…”

“There’s no light in there.” I pointed out.

“I know, you won’t need it.” He paused again, then continued softly, “Look this is going to sound weird, but I want you to go in there and wait and…watch.”

“What am I watching?” I was confused, were the meds getting to him?

“You’ll see, but here’s where you promise me something.”

“What?”

“That no matter what you see, you keep watching. You don’t look away or close your eyes, you watch.”

“Why do I feel a joke coming on?”

“No joke and I want your word.” Dad said pointing at me.

“You have it dad.”

“Good now remember, no welching, you’re making a promise to a dying man.”

“Dad, stop that I…”

“I mean it Jason. Trust me you’re going to think I’m nuts and there’s something wrong with me later, but you need to keep your word, because it has a lot to do with our conversation tomorrow.”

“Hey, whatever you want dad.”

“Good.” Dad clapped my shoulder, then gave me a wicked smirk, “Now I’m going to go downstairs and see if your Mom’s still parading around in that bikini.” He sighed, “Have to get while the getting is good these days.”

It was an offhand remark, but one that hit me hard. Making sure dad had gone downstairs; I put my head down on the deck and let the tears flow.

Chapter Two

I sighed and flipping open my phone looked at the time, it was quarter to midnight and I wondered what the hell I was doing sitting there. The ‘reading room’ as we called it wasn’t a lot bigger than a closet with a little sun roof and a screen door that faced the deck, and I felt like an idiot sitting there in the dark. I’d gone out on the deck at eleven fifteen to take in the smell of the water and look at the full moon.

I had looked to the left and at the end of the beach saw a large bon fire in front of the beach house that Tammy was staying in. There were several guys and girls out there laughing and carrying on. I wondered if Tammy were by herself or had found some other cute cabin resident to hang out with.

Although I’d had no issue promising Dad that this week would be about family, I watched longingly for a few minutes. They were all having a blast as I should be. I’m sure none of them were dealing with the impending death of their parent. I shook that thought off; I was working hard not to be bitter. Dad had always told me that something good always came out of something bad and love could often spring from tragedy.

I’d then gone and sat in the room where a half hour later I was really starting to feel as if Dad had just put one over on me. What the hell was I supposed to be watching? The cabins on either side of us were in darkness and the moon was only half full. The tide was low and there were no fireworks scheduled. I figured I was supposed to see this alone as Mom and Dad had gone to bed early. These days Dad didn’t make it much past nine o’clock and I’d made the connection that if Mom went soon after it meant he was up for something.

I was pretty sure he was up for something tonight and figured mom had been going for that effect. From the tiny bikini she was wearing, Mom had changed into a pair of tight denim shorts that were so tiny I could see the cheeks of her ass.

On top she was wearing a little white tank top that left her stomach bare and was tight to the point I could see her nipples, because to my surprise she was not wearing a bra. That became painfully obvious at dinner as she sat across from me and I had to keep looking away from her. Between the nipples poking out and her constantly getting up and strutting around the room, I’d begun to feel uncomfortable.

At first I’d wondered what was up because if anything Mom, despite her damn good figure, always dressed pretty conservatively. In fact I remembered over hearing dad asked her why she didn’t show off a little more. I’d been in middle school at the time and Mom’s answer was that she wanted to dress proper because she didn’t want the teachers or other parents to think she was slutty. She said she was worried about Dad’s reputation and didn’t want me getting any ribbing from boys about my ‘hot mom’.

That was one of the many things that made mom special, most women would get a kick out of teasing guys my age, but even now she never showed herself off much. Until today that is. That was when it dawned on me that she was doing it for dad, letting him fully enjoy his trophy wife as he always called her.

Mom had seemed unconcerned with the fact her son was seeing more of her than he needed to and was more affectionate than usual, hugging me several times and at one point, sitting on my lap at my father’s request for a picture. As dad fiddled with the camera, Mom hugged me tightly and I was acutely aware of her ass planted directly on my cock. Her hair was in my face and smelled pleasantly of her raspberry shampoo.

My arm was around her shoulders and her skin was warm and firm to the touch. We were eating on the deck and in the heat I wasn’t wearing a shirt and when dad asked her to turn into me a little more I felt her nipple poking through the shirt and into my chest, her hard nipple. Mom was giggling at something dad had said and placed a soft kiss on my cheek as he finally snapped the picture. A very soft kiss, the kind that reminded me of the ones Jen used to give me after we’d messed around and were lying in bed.

I’d turned to look at mom and she’d given me an odd smile, it was kind of sweet, but a little shy as well, like that of a young girl more than an older woman. At that moment I’d had the insane thought that it felt as if she were….flirting with me. I’d brushed that lunacy aside quickly, but did make it a point to slide her off of my lap.

As I did, my hand was on the small of her back and her ass did indeed slide across my cock, which to my dismay seemed to be stirring a bit. I chalked that up to friction, but uncomfortable nonetheless, excused myself and went into the parlor to watch the Sox get their ass kicked and give mom and dad some time alone on the deck.

Snapping my phone shut, I muttered, “Real funny dad.” And started to get up from the small recliner I was sitting in. I stopped when I heard the door to the right open and saw dad come out wearing just a pair of shorts.

The sensor light clicked on, lighting up the deck and I started to open the door to say something to him, when Mom came out after him and I froze. She was wearing a red silk robe that was so short, that, as with the shorts, I could see the cheeks of her ass. Dad had turned around and Mom walked up to him, threw her arms around him and kissed his neck.

She began rocking her body side to side and reaching around her waist, dad grabbed the bottom of the robe and flipped it up to expose the fact she was wearing nothing beneath the robe. I took a step back from the door and almost fell backwards into the chair when my legs hit it. I caught myself with my hand on the arm and eased myself down into it. In front of me, Dad had dropped the robe and pulling away from him, mom grabbed his hand and led him to the front of the deck.

When they reached the two chairs that sat just in front of the railing, Mom gave dad a kiss and with a laugh pushed him back down into the chair. Mom took a step back and as I watched, began to gyrate seductively in front of him.

I blinked and turned my head to the side. I don’t know what the hell I was supposed to see tonight, but I must have missed it, because this sure as hell wasn’t…I sat straight up in the chair as my father’s words echoed through my head. “
That no matter what you see, you keep watching. You don’t look away or close your eyes, you watch.”
My father wanted me to watch him have sex?

I looked back to the front when I heard dad whistle. Mom had her arms over her head and had taken her blonde hair up with them, she slowly swayed in front of him working her way down then back up. Dad reached out to grab the tie to her robe, but with a surprisingly little girl like giggle, mom stepped back from him. Smiling, she untied the robe and opened it partway. I started to close my eyes, but saw she had only opened it far enough to show some cleavage and was teasing by pulling it open a little more, then closing it again.

I started to relax, then gasped when Mom suddenly yanked the robe open to expose her tits. I immediately looked away again. Dad was off his rocker. What the hell was he going to do tomorrow, ask me what my mother’s tits looked like?

“Come on Cyn, don’t tease.” Dad said.

Cyn? I’d never heard him call her that before, but had to say it sounded kind of hot.

“I never tease baby,” Mom whispered in a sultry tone that caused my eyes to widen, “I’m just playing, you know your dirty girl always gives you what you need.”

Dirty girl? I looked up again to see mom standing in front of dad with her hands on his shoulders, her robe was still on, but hanging open and unable to help myself I stared at her tits which were nothing short of amazing They were on the small side, but high and perfectly round. Her nipples were small and from where I was sitting appeared to be light pink. I could see that they were hard, and leaning forward, Mom started shaking them back and forth in Dad’s face. She yelped when he reached up and grabbed them in his hands and started fondling them.

I was starting to sweat and told myself to forget what Dad said and do the right thing and close my eyes, he wasn’t right in the head these days. Regardless of what my mind said, my eyes stayed glued on the scene in front of me. Dad was now cupping Mom’s small tits while his thumbs stroked her nipples. Mom released a soft moan and reaching around, grabbed the back of Dad’s head and brought it to her tit. From where I was sitting I could only see dad’s head, but I could still see Mom’s other tit in his hand. Mom moaned again when he switched to sucking the other nipple.

Mom lifted her leg and bending it, rested her knee on the arm of the chair. Dad’s hand left her tit and slid between them. Mom gasped then released a low moan as Dad was now fondling her. The moan drew my attention to her face and I saw her eyes were closed and her lips parted as she started rocking back and forth.

Dad’s arm was moving and I could imagine that he was thrusting his fingers into her. I swallowed and could feel my heart beating faster. This was wrong, but I was no longer even making an effort to look away. It was like staring at a bad accident, you knew it was wrong to look, but had to anyway.

Mom pulled away from dad and putting her hands up on the railing pushed herself up until she was sitting on it. Lifting her legs, she placed her bare feet on dads shoulders and opened her legs. Dad paused to slide the chair forward a little and immediately leaned in and buried his face between her legs. Mom let out a moan that was much louder than before and again grabbing the back of Dad’s head, shoved it against her pussy. I blinked at that thought, the words mom and pussy shouldn’t be crossing my mind at the same time.

Mom was starting to moan softly and as my eyes widened she let go of Dad’s head and began to play with her nipples. I watched as her long red fingernails teased her swollen nipples and felt my head starting to pound. I realized, I’d been holding my breath and exhaled as softly as I could. I doubt mom would have heard me above those hot little sounds she was making, and Dad’s head was buried between her thighs so he wouldn’t hear….I sat up straighter as it hit me, Dad knew damn well I was there, he’d wanted me to see this. But why? What…