Oedipus Milf Club Chapter 01 - Sandy’s Awakening
of
Stasia Grey
genre
incest
A fresh start. That was what this was all about.
Mom and I, we upped and left my deadbeat of a father and relocated halfway across the country. And now we ended up in an apartment complex.
Mom told me that the place wasn’t cheap to rent, but considering that we made do with so little already- by leaving Dad and his gambling problems behind, Mom had enough for us to get by. It was an act of kindness really.
No matter how much she begged him to change his ways, it fell on deaf ears.
Mom worked as a bank clerk and a promotion opened up at another branch. She jumped at the chance and the hardest part for her was coming to me with the plan.
It meant leaving everything behind. Friends, school, everything.
The actual sneaking away was easy enough. When dad lost and he lost big, he used to be in a foul temper and would disappear for days at a time. So when he embarked on one of these episodes, we loaded everything we absolutely needed and got the fuck out of dodge.
The journey was long and cramped. Mom only had a small rust bucket of a car but she drove as if she was in a luxury sedan. The further we got from New York, the more relaxed she looked. For years, I got used to seeing Mom as downtrodden, I forgot what her smiled looked like, the very same smile she had when she used to wear when she pushed me on the park swings.
It was like her youthful vitality was coming back.
I pretended to be preoccupied with my iPod or stare out the window at the scenery, but when I could, I checked Mom out. Her eyes were firmly fixed forward on the road, both hands on the ten and two o’clock of the steering wheel. It was hot and sunny and I could see the thin film of sweat beading on her chest. A droplet ran down between the full crevice of her tits.
I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. It was one of those days where the heat was almost inescapable and we had the windows down to act as air con. But it only made the situation worse. I didn’t know what it was, but the breeze blew Mom’s scent my way. It was a faint smell of perspiration mixed in with her perfume, floral and fresh. There was something else too, something I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Pheromones? I read about how we give those ‘scents’ out to attract potential mates. I shook those thoughts away. I’m probably reading too much into things and I’m in a small space with my mom who I did find physically attractive…
Who am I kidding. I found her attractive in a myriad of ways. Mom was always there for me and in the 20 years of my life, I wanted to be there for her too. As soon as I found that the female body was attractive to me, the thought of Mom would drift into the front part of my brain. I told myself that it was normal for guys to be attracted to their mothers, that it was a healthy outlet for my fantasies. Right?
But right now, Mom needed this. She came to me with this plan and I didn’t hesitate even for a moment. We’re going to have a fresh start together and I don’t need shit like my horny mind messing things up. So I sat there trying to point my body away from Mom and hoped the erection between my shorts would go down.
And then we stopped overnight at some run down motel.
It was late, and we still had a fair stretch before we got to our new home. So Mom figured we might as well crash for a few hours, get to the new place refreshed with the energy to unpack. Our car was beat up and full of crap and Mom wasn’t worried about anyone trying to break into it. After she got the keys from reception, she parked the car in front of our room.
I had a shower first, which actually did make me feel better. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my midriff and Mom looked at me for a few seconds longer than I was used to.
“Shit, did I not dry myself off properly?”
“No honey, I didn’t realise how buff you are. You been working out?”
I felt heat flush my face. “Yeah, I used to hit the gym a lot.”
I looked down and I guess I do have some nice bumps. Between Mom being busy at work and my general need to avoid Dad, it wasn’t a surprise that Mom hardly saw me. The way she looked at me made my cock stir and if I didn’t do something soon, it’s going to wake up in front of Mom.
“Uhh, your turn for a wash Mom, it’ll make you feel better. I’m going to hit the sack.”
Mom nodded and went into the bathroom.
She did that thing again.
I settled into my bed for the night and tried not to look.
But she did that thing again.
Mom had a bad habit - she liked to kick the door behind her and expect it to close. The cheap ass bathroom door however, didn’t shut until you pulled the handle all the way down. Bad springs or something. And the door bounced and opened up a gap.
I could hear Mom humming to herself and told myself not to look. By the time I gave into temptation, Mom was already in the shower. I couldn’t see much but I could make out her nakedness against the frosted glass. I was both aroused and shamed at myself. And pissed off for not looking at her for a chance to glimpse her sexy body before she went into the shower. Mom always was a little absent-minded, she seemed totally unaware of people checking her out.
My cock pulsed to full mass. Since I was a teenager, I knew I was packing more than my peers. One time, out of curiosity, I measured it and I was roughly 8 inches long. I wasn’t sure about the girth but I always had trouble wrapping my fingers around it. In highschool, one of my biggest fears was getting a boner in class. That fear got so bad, I made a point to jerk off before school and now and then in the toilets during lunchtime. I just accepted that I had a crazy high libido or something.
And now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with my hot naked mom barely ten feet from me.
And I didn’t jerk off for days. I couldn’t. Since Mom hatched this plan, I was busy with getting ready to hustle and we didn’t know when that was. We were like a pair of tightly coiled springs.
And now that we ‘escaped’, it was like my other needs came flooding back with a vengence.
My dick throbbed with need, vying for release. I briefly considered jerking one off, maybe cum into a sock and hope that would satiate my need before-
Too late, the shower turned off, and Mom slid the shower panel back, giving me a glimpse of her breasts before she grabbed a towel hanging from the rail. A groan escaped my lips and I quickly turned away to face the wall. I slammed my eyes shut, but the sight of her huge, voluptuous breasts were seered into my memory. A part of me wanted to remember every detail. It was amazing that as long as you were interested in something, even half a second of a glimpse was enough time to memorise it. And seeing Mom’s tits were something I dreamt about since forever.
“Honey?”
I didn’t answer her, and that must’ve satisfied Mom. I felt her movements and a few minutes later, the light went off. I led there in bed waiting for my cock to deflate, which felt like an eternity and a day.
After a restless few hours, the sun flooded our room, the curtains did very little difference in blocking out the sunlight. I shook off my sleep and we brushed our teeth and made our way over to the diner across from the motel. Mom was in good spirits like yesterday. Maybe it was because we were so close now. A few more hours and we’d be in our new home. I checked the address Mom gave me and punched it into Google. We were going the right way at least.
We fueled up and the roads eased up. We got off the highway an hour after we departed and passed through winding roads. The rolling countryside was breathtaking though. Just nothing but verdant green around us. We drove through a tunnel that bored through a mountainside and after what seemed like forever, we ended up on the other side. I wasn’t ready for what I saw. It was a town looking down from where we were. A town surrounded by mountains and opening up to the sea.
Living in a city all my life, I never believed such places existed. Mom squealed, hardly able to contain her excitement.
“This is it Eric! We’re going to start our new life here. I can’t wait!”
I couldn’t agree more.
***
Sandy
I can believe we’re here. It took months of therapy until I decided that enough was enough. And now I was finally free of David. I was so scared of how Eric would react, but he was completely onboard. I knew I could depend on him.
We pulled up to an apartment complex and everything looked absolutely pristine. There was not a speck of dirt anywhere and the walls looked immaculate. I know that sounds sad, but I was used to living in cheap, but run down neighborhoods.
Lilin Heights, might as well be a palace to us. This was where Eric and I can begin anew.
Our apartment was on the fourth floor. I hoped there was an elevator because I did not fancy carrying our things up the stairs.
Eric got out and pushed his arms as far as he can into the air for a stretch. His T-shirt lifted, showing off his rock solid abdomen. I felt my cheeks flush as I looked at him a little longer that is appropriate for a mother. I felt bad for yanking his life up like this but I know he’ll have no problems finding a girlfriend in this new town.
My God, when did my little boy turn into a man? His entire body looked like Michelangelo himself had sculpted him. And his bulge… He was wearing shorts and they did a terrible job of hiding his package. He certainly didn’t get that from his father. I shook my head and ignored the wetness blooming between my legs. It seemed that my body craved a man’s attention. I haven’t been intimate for so long, that I fear I forgotten what that was like.
I joined Eric at the back of the car. He was resting his chin on one hand, as if he was appreciating a painting in a museum. I knew how he felt, the car was jammed with boxes. Somehow we made it work and now there was the unenviable task of knowing where to start.
“My, that looks like a lot of boxes,” a voice said behind us.
We both turned and was greeted by a woman. The first thing I noticed was her piercing blue eyes. They looked like sapphires glinting in the early morning sun. She wore a beautiful purple dress that struggled to contain the generous curves of her breasts. Her skin was porcelain white, contrasted with her jet black hair, blood red lips and dark, smokey eye shadow. My immediate impression that I got from her was elegance that was hiding a touch of sensuality. I flicked a glance at my son and he was similarly mesmerised. Well, his eyes couldn’t peel away from her cleavage.
I tapped the back of his leg and hoped the jolt would help pull his jaw up.
“Hello, I’m Vesperia Harris,” she said, holding her hand out.
I took it, feeling how cool she was to the touch. “Hello, I’m Sandy Thomas and this is my son, Eric.”
She nodded at my son, who simply stood their gobsmacked.
“You two are the new residents?”
“How did you know?”
“The car full of moving boxes is a big hint, and I’m a member of the Apartments Association, it’s a small place and word travels fast.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll love it here. Everyone is very nice. In fact, have you met our doorman, Toby? I’ll see to it that he helps you with your things.”
I felt uneasy. I wasn’t used to be offered help, especially not from a stranger. “That’s fine, Eric and I will manage.”
My son chimed in with a deep sigh.
“Nonsense, Toby will be glad to help. Nothing happens here so he spends most of his time trying not to be bored. Sandalwood you’ll find, is a rather quiet place, especially if you came from one of the big cities.”
“Well if you insist, I’ll be grateful for some help. And we’re from New York but I think we’ll be happy for a change of pace.”
Vesperia nodded again. She then fished for something in her purse. She opened up a thin metal case and handed a card to me.
“I know everything can be a little overwhelming when you move to a new area. I’m also the president of a club called the OM club,” she laughed, “Like I said, its a quiet town and there’s not much to do. My husband is away a lot on business so I’m usually by myself.”
“What is this club about?” I asked, turning over the card. Vesperia’s name, number and address was gold embossed on the expensive looking paper. She lived up in the penthouse. Huh.
“Simply put, it’s a club for moms. We provide support for moms supporting their children’s endeavors. We sometimes convene over drinks and discuss issues or offer one to one guidance.” She looked up and down at Eric. “I hope Eric here will not get into too much trouble.”
“Huh me? No ma’am, I’m gonna be as well behaved as they come.”
“That’s what they all say,” she chuckled, which combined with the slight flutter of her eyelids, only made my son’s face turn even redder. “I shall call upon Toby for you and take me leave. Good day.”
She turned and headed into the building. Even the way her ass wiggles as she moved had some kind of hypnotic effect.
“So you like older women do you? She’s gotta be around my age.”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eric scoffed. He was embarrassed that his old lady was giving him stick but it kinda cute too.
“Sure. And we’ll be dragging your mouth on the floor if it isn’t gaping down there already.”
***
Toby turned up a few minutes after Vesperia left. He was a dapper looking gentleman in a concierge outfit. It made me uncomfortable at first to ask for his help but he insisted. He brought a trolley out from storage and between him and Eric, all our boxes were unloaded into our apartment in under an hour. I offered to tip Toby, but he wouldn’t accept any of it.
And there, did the reality really sink in.
Both Eric and I took a moment to look at our new home. Everything was new. The wooden floor was freshly waxed, the curtains looked fresh. And God, the view.
I looked out the balcony and the view opened up to the sea. The sun was high up in the sky and the water was blue with speckles of diamonds. It felt more like a holiday resort than a home.
A pair of arms wrapped me from behind. “Hey.”
“Hey, you,” I said, leaning into my son’s broad chest.
“Can’t believe this is really happening.”
“Nor me. You don’t regret this do you?”
“Not at all Mom, home is wherever I go with you. And besides, did you check this place out? There’s a gym and indoor swimming pool and everything. Can we seriously afford this place?”
The thought occured to me too. A cold chill blew against me, raising goosebumps on my arms. Eric held me tighter, trying to keep me warm with his body. I try not to enjoy the feeling too much. But he was just so warm and he smelled so good.
“I’m sure it’s not a mistake on the company’s part,” I said. “I’ll check in on them tomorrow when I start.”
We were like that for a few more minutes and then we went back inside. I can appreciate the view after we finished unboxing our stuff.
The apartment was a mess with errant cardboard boxes everywhere, but until I find out how this place’s trash system worked, we left them as they were.
Most of our stuff was unboxed and Eric was busy trying to make his new bedroom more his own while I popped out to grab us some take out. The job took most of the day and it was getting dark by the time we decided to call it a night. I took a quick shower and I practically fell asleep when my head hit the pillow.
I woke up a few hours later. It was past 1am by my cellphone when I checked. I should’ve slept until morning but with everything going on, I felt completely out of sync.
I also had a strange dream. I dreamt of Eric, my son, pulling me in from the balcony. He kissed me in the dream and it felt so vivid and wonderful. His hand snaked down under my jeans in the dream and I should’ve stopped him, but I didn’t. I let it happen. I remember how heavy my heart was beating as his fingers found my pussy, feeling how wet and aroused I was.
And then I woke up.
I climbed out of bed to go get a glass of water; no point changing out of my oversized tee and panties. I took a moment to reorient myself, still not completely used to the unfamiliar surroundings. I didn’t need to turn the lights on though, the moon was out and bathed my room in a soft white light. I was hlafway down the hallway before I heard a grunt coming from Eric’s room.
I was about to open the door- scratch that, push the door open to see if he was okay. Eric didn’t shut his door. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
My son, he was laying on his bed, topless with his boxers down over his kneecaps. Our rooms faced the same side of the apartment so the moonlight illuminated him in a soft almost luxurious glow.
But that wasn’t what shocked me.
Eric had his eyes closed and one hand clasped around his dick. And Jesus, what a big dick it was… I knew he was packing, but it was even more intimidating when it was hard. His hands were big, but even then they struggled to completely wrap around his shaft. I pinched myself to see if I was still dreaming but I wasn’t. My breath quickened as I watched something I wasn’t privy to, just hidden beyond the door.
I never seen a man touch himself this way before. Eric grunted, gritting his teeth as if to silence himself. He pumped his hand up and down his shaft in long, slow strokes. Juices beaded out from the tip and ran down to meet his fingers, adding to the lubrication. His other hand was massaging and tugging on his nuts. They were big and heavy, like a pair of plums. I swallowed. A part of me wished it was me who were touching them. I was never this intimate with David. Most of the time he liked to jerk off rapidly and squirt all over my face or make me swallow. He most certainly never considered going down on me.
And here was Eric, playing with himself in such a slow, agonizing and delicious manner.
I stood there for maybe a couple of minutes. Before I knew it, my hands were between my legs, playing with my own pussy. I felt both excited and deeply ashamed of my actions. Here I was, not only watching my son perform such a deeply intimate and personal act, I was getting turned on watching it like some voyeuristic pervert. I couldn’t help myself though, as if I was guided by some unseen hand, encouraging me to bring myself off with my son.
Eric started grunting louder and more desperately now. The back of his head dug into his pillow and he arched his back up as if he was thrusting up into the air. He must fantasizing about Vesperia. She was so beautiful and elegant, I couldn’t blame my son for harboring such thoughts. He was afterall 18 and at the peak of his libido. A part of me felt a unfamiliar tinge of jealousy though.
I pushed my fingers in and out of my slit, making sopping wet and wishing it was Eric’s instead. I wondered if he knew his way around a woman’s body. As I ran a sopping wet finger around my hard little clit, I shuddered as a sparks of pleasure coursed through me. I bit down hard on my lip lest I give myself away.
“I’m cumming,” he groaned to nobody. “-God, I’m going to cum.”
“Cum,” I whispered. I wanted to witness it. I knew it was wrong but at that very moment, in the pocket of time, I was desperate to see his magnificent cock shoot out his seed. I wanted to see if it would be thick, clear or watery. Or a mixture of it all.
His hands moved faster, a blur rushing up and down his shaft. As he reached the tip, he gave his hand a little twist, which amused me. His eyes were still closed as he moaned.
“I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming,” he whisper-moaned. “Oh fuck! Mom!”
I gasped.
A bit too loudly.
Erics eyes shot open the same time he started ejaculating. I didn’t know where to look. He surely would’ve seen the glint of the moonlight reflected in my eyes as he looked towards the door. And yet he still came.
“M-mommy!” he called out. It was a cry for help or shame, but it sounded more desperate, as if it was a name you called out to your lover when you’re in the throes of an orgasm. Something about the way he said it went straight to my pussy.
And his cum. Oh fuck. He didn’t just cum. He fucking exploded. Wide eyed and cumming, it looked like Eric couldn’t stop himself from cumming, couldn’t stop himself from stroking and stroking and strings of cum burst forth from his crown. Streams of it shot up and arced through the air, hitting his stomach and chest. Some even landed on his own face. I was in awe at how much he could shoot out. His face was a mask of pained confusion, torn between knowing his mother was watchign him do this and also enjoying his orgasm. His hand wouldn’t stop stroking until he stopped ejaculating, until it slowed into drips, running down his shaft and all over his fingers.
Eric gasped for breath, his forehead beaded with exertion.
“Mom, I…”
I should’ve stayed, explained myself or comforted or- I don’t fucking know.
Instead, I mumbled a weak “excuse me” and retreated back to my own room.
I should’ve went back out there, I was the adult between us. But the longer I left it, the harder it was. I waited for him to knock on my door, but he never did. Maybe he went back to sleep.
I tried doing that too, but my heart beating was too damn loud.
And my pussy ached with a need I never knew existed before. I tried ignoring it, but all I saw was Eric jerking off in my mind’s eye, calling for me. My hand drifted down, snaking through my pubic bush and pushed through my sopping wet lips.
I groaned into my pillow as I finger fucked myself. It wasn’t enough so I weakly felt for my bedside drawer, fished for my toy and pulled it out. My trusty little pocket rocket. I was glad that I had the sense to keep it charged and fuck did I need it right now of all nights.
I pushed I against my swollen clit and turned it on. I almost screamed into the pillow from how fucking good it felt as it pulsed against me. I dared not turn it on anything higher than the quietest, lowest setting for fear of Eric hearing me play. It didn’t take long, I was already by the edge and the toy simply helped push me over. As I fell, my world world went white as my body rocked and shuddered. I grit my teeth hard, denying my need to moan out.
Moan out what?
I dared not speak his name, but it was my son.
I came, thinking about Eric. Thinking about him calling me ‘Mommy’ as he jerked off above me.
I came, thinking about him ejaculating, hitting my sinful body with his cum, coating and tainting my skin in it. I wanted to feel it’s hotness, and then it drying on me.
I came, knowing I could never have that. That was the one thing I couldn’t have.
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Mom and I, we upped and left my deadbeat of a father and relocated halfway across the country. And now we ended up in an apartment complex.
Mom told me that the place wasn’t cheap to rent, but considering that we made do with so little already- by leaving Dad and his gambling problems behind, Mom had enough for us to get by. It was an act of kindness really.
No matter how much she begged him to change his ways, it fell on deaf ears.
Mom worked as a bank clerk and a promotion opened up at another branch. She jumped at the chance and the hardest part for her was coming to me with the plan.
It meant leaving everything behind. Friends, school, everything.
The actual sneaking away was easy enough. When dad lost and he lost big, he used to be in a foul temper and would disappear for days at a time. So when he embarked on one of these episodes, we loaded everything we absolutely needed and got the fuck out of dodge.
The journey was long and cramped. Mom only had a small rust bucket of a car but she drove as if she was in a luxury sedan. The further we got from New York, the more relaxed she looked. For years, I got used to seeing Mom as downtrodden, I forgot what her smiled looked like, the very same smile she had when she used to wear when she pushed me on the park swings.
It was like her youthful vitality was coming back.
I pretended to be preoccupied with my iPod or stare out the window at the scenery, but when I could, I checked Mom out. Her eyes were firmly fixed forward on the road, both hands on the ten and two o’clock of the steering wheel. It was hot and sunny and I could see the thin film of sweat beading on her chest. A droplet ran down between the full crevice of her tits.
I shuffled uncomfortably in my seat. It was one of those days where the heat was almost inescapable and we had the windows down to act as air con. But it only made the situation worse. I didn’t know what it was, but the breeze blew Mom’s scent my way. It was a faint smell of perspiration mixed in with her perfume, floral and fresh. There was something else too, something I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Pheromones? I read about how we give those ‘scents’ out to attract potential mates. I shook those thoughts away. I’m probably reading too much into things and I’m in a small space with my mom who I did find physically attractive…
Who am I kidding. I found her attractive in a myriad of ways. Mom was always there for me and in the 20 years of my life, I wanted to be there for her too. As soon as I found that the female body was attractive to me, the thought of Mom would drift into the front part of my brain. I told myself that it was normal for guys to be attracted to their mothers, that it was a healthy outlet for my fantasies. Right?
But right now, Mom needed this. She came to me with this plan and I didn’t hesitate even for a moment. We’re going to have a fresh start together and I don’t need shit like my horny mind messing things up. So I sat there trying to point my body away from Mom and hoped the erection between my shorts would go down.
And then we stopped overnight at some run down motel.
It was late, and we still had a fair stretch before we got to our new home. So Mom figured we might as well crash for a few hours, get to the new place refreshed with the energy to unpack. Our car was beat up and full of crap and Mom wasn’t worried about anyone trying to break into it. After she got the keys from reception, she parked the car in front of our room.
I had a shower first, which actually did make me feel better. I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my midriff and Mom looked at me for a few seconds longer than I was used to.
“Shit, did I not dry myself off properly?”
“No honey, I didn’t realise how buff you are. You been working out?”
I felt heat flush my face. “Yeah, I used to hit the gym a lot.”
I looked down and I guess I do have some nice bumps. Between Mom being busy at work and my general need to avoid Dad, it wasn’t a surprise that Mom hardly saw me. The way she looked at me made my cock stir and if I didn’t do something soon, it’s going to wake up in front of Mom.
“Uhh, your turn for a wash Mom, it’ll make you feel better. I’m going to hit the sack.”
Mom nodded and went into the bathroom.
She did that thing again.
I settled into my bed for the night and tried not to look.
But she did that thing again.
Mom had a bad habit - she liked to kick the door behind her and expect it to close. The cheap ass bathroom door however, didn’t shut until you pulled the handle all the way down. Bad springs or something. And the door bounced and opened up a gap.
I could hear Mom humming to herself and told myself not to look. By the time I gave into temptation, Mom was already in the shower. I couldn’t see much but I could make out her nakedness against the frosted glass. I was both aroused and shamed at myself. And pissed off for not looking at her for a chance to glimpse her sexy body before she went into the shower. Mom always was a little absent-minded, she seemed totally unaware of people checking her out.
My cock pulsed to full mass. Since I was a teenager, I knew I was packing more than my peers. One time, out of curiosity, I measured it and I was roughly 8 inches long. I wasn’t sure about the girth but I always had trouble wrapping my fingers around it. In highschool, one of my biggest fears was getting a boner in class. That fear got so bad, I made a point to jerk off before school and now and then in the toilets during lunchtime. I just accepted that I had a crazy high libido or something.
And now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with my hot naked mom barely ten feet from me.
And I didn’t jerk off for days. I couldn’t. Since Mom hatched this plan, I was busy with getting ready to hustle and we didn’t know when that was. We were like a pair of tightly coiled springs.
And now that we ‘escaped’, it was like my other needs came flooding back with a vengence.
My dick throbbed with need, vying for release. I briefly considered jerking one off, maybe cum into a sock and hope that would satiate my need before-
Too late, the shower turned off, and Mom slid the shower panel back, giving me a glimpse of her breasts before she grabbed a towel hanging from the rail. A groan escaped my lips and I quickly turned away to face the wall. I slammed my eyes shut, but the sight of her huge, voluptuous breasts were seered into my memory. A part of me wanted to remember every detail. It was amazing that as long as you were interested in something, even half a second of a glimpse was enough time to memorise it. And seeing Mom’s tits were something I dreamt about since forever.
“Honey?”
I didn’t answer her, and that must’ve satisfied Mom. I felt her movements and a few minutes later, the light went off. I led there in bed waiting for my cock to deflate, which felt like an eternity and a day.
After a restless few hours, the sun flooded our room, the curtains did very little difference in blocking out the sunlight. I shook off my sleep and we brushed our teeth and made our way over to the diner across from the motel. Mom was in good spirits like yesterday. Maybe it was because we were so close now. A few more hours and we’d be in our new home. I checked the address Mom gave me and punched it into Google. We were going the right way at least.
We fueled up and the roads eased up. We got off the highway an hour after we departed and passed through winding roads. The rolling countryside was breathtaking though. Just nothing but verdant green around us. We drove through a tunnel that bored through a mountainside and after what seemed like forever, we ended up on the other side. I wasn’t ready for what I saw. It was a town looking down from where we were. A town surrounded by mountains and opening up to the sea.
Living in a city all my life, I never believed such places existed. Mom squealed, hardly able to contain her excitement.
“This is it Eric! We’re going to start our new life here. I can’t wait!”
I couldn’t agree more.
***
Sandy
I can believe we’re here. It took months of therapy until I decided that enough was enough. And now I was finally free of David. I was so scared of how Eric would react, but he was completely onboard. I knew I could depend on him.
We pulled up to an apartment complex and everything looked absolutely pristine. There was not a speck of dirt anywhere and the walls looked immaculate. I know that sounds sad, but I was used to living in cheap, but run down neighborhoods.
Lilin Heights, might as well be a palace to us. This was where Eric and I can begin anew.
Our apartment was on the fourth floor. I hoped there was an elevator because I did not fancy carrying our things up the stairs.
Eric got out and pushed his arms as far as he can into the air for a stretch. His T-shirt lifted, showing off his rock solid abdomen. I felt my cheeks flush as I looked at him a little longer that is appropriate for a mother. I felt bad for yanking his life up like this but I know he’ll have no problems finding a girlfriend in this new town.
My God, when did my little boy turn into a man? His entire body looked like Michelangelo himself had sculpted him. And his bulge… He was wearing shorts and they did a terrible job of hiding his package. He certainly didn’t get that from his father. I shook my head and ignored the wetness blooming between my legs. It seemed that my body craved a man’s attention. I haven’t been intimate for so long, that I fear I forgotten what that was like.
I joined Eric at the back of the car. He was resting his chin on one hand, as if he was appreciating a painting in a museum. I knew how he felt, the car was jammed with boxes. Somehow we made it work and now there was the unenviable task of knowing where to start.
“My, that looks like a lot of boxes,” a voice said behind us.
We both turned and was greeted by a woman. The first thing I noticed was her piercing blue eyes. They looked like sapphires glinting in the early morning sun. She wore a beautiful purple dress that struggled to contain the generous curves of her breasts. Her skin was porcelain white, contrasted with her jet black hair, blood red lips and dark, smokey eye shadow. My immediate impression that I got from her was elegance that was hiding a touch of sensuality. I flicked a glance at my son and he was similarly mesmerised. Well, his eyes couldn’t peel away from her cleavage.
I tapped the back of his leg and hoped the jolt would help pull his jaw up.
“Hello, I’m Vesperia Harris,” she said, holding her hand out.
I took it, feeling how cool she was to the touch. “Hello, I’m Sandy Thomas and this is my son, Eric.”
She nodded at my son, who simply stood their gobsmacked.
“You two are the new residents?”
“How did you know?”
“The car full of moving boxes is a big hint, and I’m a member of the Apartments Association, it’s a small place and word travels fast.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll love it here. Everyone is very nice. In fact, have you met our doorman, Toby? I’ll see to it that he helps you with your things.”
I felt uneasy. I wasn’t used to be offered help, especially not from a stranger. “That’s fine, Eric and I will manage.”
My son chimed in with a deep sigh.
“Nonsense, Toby will be glad to help. Nothing happens here so he spends most of his time trying not to be bored. Sandalwood you’ll find, is a rather quiet place, especially if you came from one of the big cities.”
“Well if you insist, I’ll be grateful for some help. And we’re from New York but I think we’ll be happy for a change of pace.”
Vesperia nodded again. She then fished for something in her purse. She opened up a thin metal case and handed a card to me.
“I know everything can be a little overwhelming when you move to a new area. I’m also the president of a club called the OM club,” she laughed, “Like I said, its a quiet town and there’s not much to do. My husband is away a lot on business so I’m usually by myself.”
“What is this club about?” I asked, turning over the card. Vesperia’s name, number and address was gold embossed on the expensive looking paper. She lived up in the penthouse. Huh.
“Simply put, it’s a club for moms. We provide support for moms supporting their children’s endeavors. We sometimes convene over drinks and discuss issues or offer one to one guidance.” She looked up and down at Eric. “I hope Eric here will not get into too much trouble.”
“Huh me? No ma’am, I’m gonna be as well behaved as they come.”
“That’s what they all say,” she chuckled, which combined with the slight flutter of her eyelids, only made my son’s face turn even redder. “I shall call upon Toby for you and take me leave. Good day.”
She turned and headed into the building. Even the way her ass wiggles as she moved had some kind of hypnotic effect.
“So you like older women do you? She’s gotta be around my age.”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eric scoffed. He was embarrassed that his old lady was giving him stick but it kinda cute too.
“Sure. And we’ll be dragging your mouth on the floor if it isn’t gaping down there already.”
***
Toby turned up a few minutes after Vesperia left. He was a dapper looking gentleman in a concierge outfit. It made me uncomfortable at first to ask for his help but he insisted. He brought a trolley out from storage and between him and Eric, all our boxes were unloaded into our apartment in under an hour. I offered to tip Toby, but he wouldn’t accept any of it.
And there, did the reality really sink in.
Both Eric and I took a moment to look at our new home. Everything was new. The wooden floor was freshly waxed, the curtains looked fresh. And God, the view.
I looked out the balcony and the view opened up to the sea. The sun was high up in the sky and the water was blue with speckles of diamonds. It felt more like a holiday resort than a home.
A pair of arms wrapped me from behind. “Hey.”
“Hey, you,” I said, leaning into my son’s broad chest.
“Can’t believe this is really happening.”
“Nor me. You don’t regret this do you?”
“Not at all Mom, home is wherever I go with you. And besides, did you check this place out? There’s a gym and indoor swimming pool and everything. Can we seriously afford this place?”
The thought occured to me too. A cold chill blew against me, raising goosebumps on my arms. Eric held me tighter, trying to keep me warm with his body. I try not to enjoy the feeling too much. But he was just so warm and he smelled so good.
“I’m sure it’s not a mistake on the company’s part,” I said. “I’ll check in on them tomorrow when I start.”
We were like that for a few more minutes and then we went back inside. I can appreciate the view after we finished unboxing our stuff.
The apartment was a mess with errant cardboard boxes everywhere, but until I find out how this place’s trash system worked, we left them as they were.
Most of our stuff was unboxed and Eric was busy trying to make his new bedroom more his own while I popped out to grab us some take out. The job took most of the day and it was getting dark by the time we decided to call it a night. I took a quick shower and I practically fell asleep when my head hit the pillow.
I woke up a few hours later. It was past 1am by my cellphone when I checked. I should’ve slept until morning but with everything going on, I felt completely out of sync.
I also had a strange dream. I dreamt of Eric, my son, pulling me in from the balcony. He kissed me in the dream and it felt so vivid and wonderful. His hand snaked down under my jeans in the dream and I should’ve stopped him, but I didn’t. I let it happen. I remember how heavy my heart was beating as his fingers found my pussy, feeling how wet and aroused I was.
And then I woke up.
I climbed out of bed to go get a glass of water; no point changing out of my oversized tee and panties. I took a moment to reorient myself, still not completely used to the unfamiliar surroundings. I didn’t need to turn the lights on though, the moon was out and bathed my room in a soft white light. I was hlafway down the hallway before I heard a grunt coming from Eric’s room.
I was about to open the door- scratch that, push the door open to see if he was okay. Eric didn’t shut his door. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.
My son, he was laying on his bed, topless with his boxers down over his kneecaps. Our rooms faced the same side of the apartment so the moonlight illuminated him in a soft almost luxurious glow.
But that wasn’t what shocked me.
Eric had his eyes closed and one hand clasped around his dick. And Jesus, what a big dick it was… I knew he was packing, but it was even more intimidating when it was hard. His hands were big, but even then they struggled to completely wrap around his shaft. I pinched myself to see if I was still dreaming but I wasn’t. My breath quickened as I watched something I wasn’t privy to, just hidden beyond the door.
I never seen a man touch himself this way before. Eric grunted, gritting his teeth as if to silence himself. He pumped his hand up and down his shaft in long, slow strokes. Juices beaded out from the tip and ran down to meet his fingers, adding to the lubrication. His other hand was massaging and tugging on his nuts. They were big and heavy, like a pair of plums. I swallowed. A part of me wished it was me who were touching them. I was never this intimate with David. Most of the time he liked to jerk off rapidly and squirt all over my face or make me swallow. He most certainly never considered going down on me.
And here was Eric, playing with himself in such a slow, agonizing and delicious manner.
I stood there for maybe a couple of minutes. Before I knew it, my hands were between my legs, playing with my own pussy. I felt both excited and deeply ashamed of my actions. Here I was, not only watching my son perform such a deeply intimate and personal act, I was getting turned on watching it like some voyeuristic pervert. I couldn’t help myself though, as if I was guided by some unseen hand, encouraging me to bring myself off with my son.
Eric started grunting louder and more desperately now. The back of his head dug into his pillow and he arched his back up as if he was thrusting up into the air. He must fantasizing about Vesperia. She was so beautiful and elegant, I couldn’t blame my son for harboring such thoughts. He was afterall 18 and at the peak of his libido. A part of me felt a unfamiliar tinge of jealousy though.
I pushed my fingers in and out of my slit, making sopping wet and wishing it was Eric’s instead. I wondered if he knew his way around a woman’s body. As I ran a sopping wet finger around my hard little clit, I shuddered as a sparks of pleasure coursed through me. I bit down hard on my lip lest I give myself away.
“I’m cumming,” he groaned to nobody. “-God, I’m going to cum.”
“Cum,” I whispered. I wanted to witness it. I knew it was wrong but at that very moment, in the pocket of time, I was desperate to see his magnificent cock shoot out his seed. I wanted to see if it would be thick, clear or watery. Or a mixture of it all.
His hands moved faster, a blur rushing up and down his shaft. As he reached the tip, he gave his hand a little twist, which amused me. His eyes were still closed as he moaned.
“I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming,” he whisper-moaned. “Oh fuck! Mom!”
I gasped.
A bit too loudly.
Erics eyes shot open the same time he started ejaculating. I didn’t know where to look. He surely would’ve seen the glint of the moonlight reflected in my eyes as he looked towards the door. And yet he still came.
“M-mommy!” he called out. It was a cry for help or shame, but it sounded more desperate, as if it was a name you called out to your lover when you’re in the throes of an orgasm. Something about the way he said it went straight to my pussy.
And his cum. Oh fuck. He didn’t just cum. He fucking exploded. Wide eyed and cumming, it looked like Eric couldn’t stop himself from cumming, couldn’t stop himself from stroking and stroking and strings of cum burst forth from his crown. Streams of it shot up and arced through the air, hitting his stomach and chest. Some even landed on his own face. I was in awe at how much he could shoot out. His face was a mask of pained confusion, torn between knowing his mother was watchign him do this and also enjoying his orgasm. His hand wouldn’t stop stroking until he stopped ejaculating, until it slowed into drips, running down his shaft and all over his fingers.
Eric gasped for breath, his forehead beaded with exertion.
“Mom, I…”
I should’ve stayed, explained myself or comforted or- I don’t fucking know.
Instead, I mumbled a weak “excuse me” and retreated back to my own room.
I should’ve went back out there, I was the adult between us. But the longer I left it, the harder it was. I waited for him to knock on my door, but he never did. Maybe he went back to sleep.
I tried doing that too, but my heart beating was too damn loud.
And my pussy ached with a need I never knew existed before. I tried ignoring it, but all I saw was Eric jerking off in my mind’s eye, calling for me. My hand drifted down, snaking through my pubic bush and pushed through my sopping wet lips.
I groaned into my pillow as I finger fucked myself. It wasn’t enough so I weakly felt for my bedside drawer, fished for my toy and pulled it out. My trusty little pocket rocket. I was glad that I had the sense to keep it charged and fuck did I need it right now of all nights.
I pushed I against my swollen clit and turned it on. I almost screamed into the pillow from how fucking good it felt as it pulsed against me. I dared not turn it on anything higher than the quietest, lowest setting for fear of Eric hearing me play. It didn’t take long, I was already by the edge and the toy simply helped push me over. As I fell, my world world went white as my body rocked and shuddered. I grit my teeth hard, denying my need to moan out.
Moan out what?
I dared not speak his name, but it was my son.
I came, thinking about Eric. Thinking about him calling me ‘Mommy’ as he jerked off above me.
I came, thinking about him ejaculating, hitting my sinful body with his cum, coating and tainting my skin in it. I wanted to feel it’s hotness, and then it drying on me.
I came, knowing I could never have that. That was the one thing I couldn’t have.
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