Mom's Secrets Ch. 01

My Mom and I were a family of two when I was getting ready to go to college. The big change had come a few months earlier when Mom sent me over to Dad's office to drop off some dinner for him. Dad had been working late a lot at that point, and that evening Mom felt sorry for him. So she wrapped up the wonderful dinner we'd just had and looked my way.
"I want you to take this over to your Dad Chris. He's been missing meals lately while he's working late, so I figured I'd deliver tonight."
That was my Mom to a T. I smiled and nodded. "Sure Mom. Can do."
Dad ran a very successful business in town. He'd built it up from nothing over the years, and we lived very comfortably at that point. We had an average house, but the pool and hot tub out back were new luxuries that Dad had provided. We all drove fairly new cars too which for someone my age was a really different situation. I wasn't complaining though.
I pulled into the parking lot at his work and saw two cars still there. I didn't think anything of that really. At least until I saw his car was occupied.
I flipped off my lights when I saw that, and parked well away from his vehicle. Dad should have been inside, and the little alarm bells were going off in my head. I recognized the second car in the lot. It belonged to a girl that had graduated from high school with me. I'd dated her briefly right after graduation, and that experience was enough to make me suspicious.
Her name was Lori. She was a rather plain girl really. The thing that attracted me to her was was her height and the fact that she never wore a bra. She wasn't really busty, but she had these incredible nipples that were always hard and they turned up slightly. That caught my eye right away.
She was a real slut too. I got to enjoy that a few times before she moved on, so again I wasn't complaining. That was what I was looking for at that point, and when we ended up parking on the first date, I knew I'd found a winner.
As I found out that night, she was amazing at what she did. There really wasn't much she wouldn't do either, which is why I was suspicious when I saw her car. I left Dad's meal on my front seat and quietly climbed out of my car and snuck up to his.
Neither one of them saw me right away. Dad was sitting back in his seat with his eyes closed, and Lori was bent over his lap with her mouth stuffed full of his cock. I watched her bobbing up and down his shaft, and remembered what that felt like. I also got incredibly pissed off right then and there. Dad was cheating on my Mom.
Lori took him right over the edge, and I heard him moan as he shot his load in that incredible mouth of hers. Her favorite trick was to catch the cum you gave her and then sit up and open her mouth. Once you saw that full mouth, she'd gulp it right down.
Sure enough, that's exactly what she did. After the big swallow, she noticed me standing there in the dim light and jumped slightly. Dad spun around in his seat then, looking at me with wide eyes. I shook my head in disgust and turned to head back to my car.
I heard a noise behind me as Dad climbed out of his car. "Chris! Wait a minute!"
I gave him what he deserved then. I raised my right hand and without even turning around I flipped him off. I climbed into my car, kicked it over and spun the tires heading out of the lot.
I pulled into the local gas station on the way home just long enough to dump his plate in the trash. Fuck him. He didn't deserve it.
Mom could see my change in attitude as I walked in the front door. Immediately she asked, "What's the matter Chris?"
"Nothing Mom." I pulled out cell phone and waved it in her general direction. "Just some bad news on the dating front."
I headed to my room and sat down in my chair to think. I had no idea at that point what to do, but I knew my relationship with my Dad was dead and buried.
I'd gotten into bed by the time Dad got home that night. Sleep wasn't coming quickly though, so I laid there wide awake in the dark. My mind was racing when I heard a knock on my door.
Dad opened it, but couldn't see me clearly. "Are you awake Chris?"
"What do you want?"
He walked in and closed the door gently. "I think we need to talk Chris."
"Knock yourself out." I sat there in the dark waiting to see what he'd say. It wasn't going to be good; even at 18 I knew that. After a few minutes, he finally spoke.
"I just couldn't resist Chris. I can't explain it any other way. It just happened." He took a deep breath and then asked, "Did you tell your Mom?"
"No Dad, I didn't want to break her heart." An idea struck me then and I reached over and grabbed my cell off the bedside table. "I did get it all on video though."
Dad didn't speak as I followed my train of thought. "Here's what's doing to happen Dad. You're going to tell her yourself, or I'm sending her the video." I smiled thinly and added, "Anonymously of course. Just imagine what'll happen then."
I knew what he was thinking. He knew Mom would buca escort tear him apart in court, and that video would be center stage for the world to see. That's what mattered to him. Not me, and certainly not Mom. After some thought he slowly nodded. "Ok. I'll do that."
"Do it gently, or as gently as you can. There's a couple of other things too."
"What's that?"
"First of all, you're paying for my college. All four years Dad. All of it. Secondly, I think it's time Mom and I got brand new cars, don't you?"
He slowly nodded. Of course he didn't have a choice in it, but at least he acknowledged that much.
"Good. You've got 48 hours before I send this Dad. Two days. You'd better get cracking."
He stood up and left, and tears started flowing down my cheeks. My family self destructed that night, and the rat bastard had made me play a part in it. That didn't feel good, but at least things wouldn't change for Mom.
Dad "surprised" both of us the next day by taking us out car shopping. We both got brand new vehicles and Dad dropped a bundle on them.
Once we got home, Dad came out to find me in the garage admiring my new ride. "I'm going to tell her tonight Chris. Are you happy?"
"No Dad, I'm not. I never wanted to hurt Mom, but she deserves better than a bastard like you."
He wanted to hit me; I could see that. But eventually he just walked away leaving me alone.
I went out that night to avoid the situation and came home late. I did that for a few days until one fateful night. I came home and there was no Dad in sight.
Mom was on the couch and it was clear she'd been crying. "What's the matter Mom?"
"Your Dad left us today Chris. He's filing for divorce."
That got her going again, and I sat down quickly putting my arms around her. I held her as she sobbed, waiting for my opening. Finally I asked her, "What happened?"
She sat up, wiping her tears away. "20 years together and he gets together with some young slut at work. Do you know a girl named Lori? She may have been in your class at school."
I nodded. "You're right, she is a slut. I dated her a few times."
Mom's mood immediately changed, or at least it looked like it. She started laughing at that piece of information.
"Oh Jesus. If he knew that, it would make him crazy. So tell me about her."
"She's my age and cute. She's no raving beauty, but that's not why I was dating her."
"Oh really? And just why did you chase her Chris?"
"Let's just say she had a well deserved reputation Mom." I smiled. "You don't need specifics do you?"
Mom had always been very open when talking about sex with me, and it didn't surprise me when she said, "Give me as much as you're comfortable with."
I sighed. "Ok. On the first date I had her shirt open as we sat in the back row of the movie theatre. Then she unzipped my jeans and gave me a blowjob."
"She really is a slut isn't she?" Mom sighed, looking at me. "You and your Dad. You even have the same tastes in women."
That threw me for a loop. "What do you mean Mom? I don't get it."
"That's why your Dad and I got together. I'd discovered I really liked sex, and he took full advantage of that."
Mom had a wistful smile on her face as she went on. "Times were different then Chris. The whole thing back then was what was called 'The sexual revolution'. It opened a lot of people's eyes to what was possible when you enjoyed sex instead of thinking of it as a chore."
"I just can't picture you like that Mom. I don't know why. I just can't."
Mom smiled. "Wait right here for a minute." She got up and left the room, returning a few minutes later. She handed me an old picture and smiled as she sat down again. "Maybe that'll help."
I could barely recognize Mom in that picture. She had to be somewhere around my age in it. She was smiling at the camera, but it was what she was wearing that took my breath away.
Mom's very busty. In the picture you could see that plainly. She was wearing a men's undershirt, and obviously no bra. Big hard nipples were in plain view as she smiled at the camera. She was wearing the tightest shorts I'd ever seen too, and they were cut off so high they were almost indecent.
"Damn Mom, you're hot!"
She laughed softly. "That was a long time ago Chris, but thank you. I don't think I could pull that look off today though."
"I'll bet you could. I'd love to see you try at least."
"I bet you would." She smiled and patted my cheek gently. "Thank you again Chris. You've made me feel better on a very bad day."
"Any time Mom. You deserve to feel good."
We both called it a night not too long after that. Mom had work the next day, and I had a plan. That picture of Mom was burned into my brain, and I was going to see if she had more.
She was gone by the time I got up, so I immediately went to check her room out. I had no idea where to look, and the multiple spots that were possibilities were a bit buca escort bayan overwhelming that day. I finally started with the easiest. I checked out the desk she had in there.
In her bottom drawer I found something. Not the pictures I was looking for, but something else. I found a leather bound book with no title.
When I opened it, I realized what it was. I'd call it a diary. As I flipped through it, I realized Mom had put down some very private thoughts there.
Evidentially Mom had suspected Dad was fooling around on her for some time. I could almost feel the pain coming off the page as she finally laid out what happened when Dad told her. That was hard to read, knowing I started the whole thing by bluffing my Dad. I didn't have any video, but he didn't know that.
Finally I got to the last page, written the night before. I was curious, so I started to read.
"Chris comforted me this evening. I got to hear a little about by soon to be ex husbands new plaything too. Maybe if I could channel my old slut self, he wouldn't have went looking."
I knew that wasn't true. Dad would have cheated on her even if she had. Simply because he could. There was more though, so I read on.
"Chris has grown into quite the young man. I found myself wondering as his strong arms were holding me. It's fun to think of and fantasize about, but I don't think I can go down that road again considering what happened last time."
I reread that last bit several times before it hit me. Mom had gotten turned on by me holding her, and from what that passage said, she'd done something like that before. If she was thinking about what I thought she was, that opened up a whole new world.
I put her diary back and headed to my room to puzzle it out. Mental images of Mom popped into my head my mind wandered. Mom was hot for her age. She measured in at 38DD-24-35. I'd never really considered her in a sexual way before, but after reading that entry in her diary, that's all that came to mind.
I wasn't sure how to exploit that though to see if I was right. Asking her was out of the question of course. Although she was very open when it came to that, asking Mom if she was hot for me probably wasn't the best way out.
I finally came up with an idea that wouldn't be too far out of the normal range for me. I headed out and got a haircut, then came back home. I was going to get ready for a night out, even though I didn't have a date. I got my tight jeans on, going commando of course. I topped that with a skin tight shirt that showed off my muscular chest, and doused myself with a cologne that I knew Mom loved. It was my traditional sex on the first date outfit, and I looked good. All I had to do them was wait for Mom.
When she got there, she was pleasantly surprised. "You have a date tonight?"
"Yup. I've got to get going too. Dinner and a movie you know."
"Give me a hug then." When I did, she buried her nose in my chest taking a deep breath.
"God I love that cologne on you."
"Thank you." I surprised her then by leaning over and gently kissing her. It wasn't the usual kiss on the cheek. My lips met hers, and I lingered for just a moment longer than a usual Mom son kiss would take.
I straightened back up then smiling at her flushed face. "See you when I get home Mom."
I headed out for a fast food dinner alone that night. I caught a movie after that and hung with some friends a little later on. All that time I was wondering what Mom's reaction would be.
She was in bed when I got home and got out the next morning ahead of me waking up. I can't say I was really worried about gauging her reaction though. I had her secrets, and all I had to do was check them out.
Sure enough, when I grabbed her diary that day, she'd written in it.
"Oh my fucking God! Chris got my motor running last night. Evidentially he had a date and on his way out he kissed me! It wasn't a nice kiss on the cheek either. I got to feel his lips on mine. Sadly though, that was it. No tongue, no grope, nothing."
Now that was interesting, and it cleared up a lot for me. So did what she'd written next.
"I still can't tell if he's on the same page as I am or not. I've got an idea though that should give me some indication."
I puzzled over that for a while, and finally decided to wait and see what happened.
With the incredible number of variables in my imagination, I finally decided to get some sun and enjoy the afternoon.
I heard Mom's car pull into the driveway late that afternoon as I was laying there baking. Possible plans for the evening were running through my head at that point, so I didn't pay that much attention to her getting home. I should have though. About ten minutes later I heard the door to the back yard open. I turned my head and saw Mom bouncing my way.
And I do mean bouncing. Mom was wearing an outfit just like she had on in that old picture she'd shown me. A white wife beater shirt barely covered those escort buca huge tits of hers and they were moving with every step she took. She even duplicated the shorts, and those looked amazing wrapped around her tight ass. I watched her nipples poking out the front of her shirt as she walked over to me, standing at the foot of my lounge chair.
I saw her eyes widen as she looked down my body and saw my rock hard cock barely covered by my old racing suit. She smiled and turned slowly in a circle. Then she asked me, "So what do you think Chris? Does your old Mom still have it?"
"I think I was right. You can still pull it off Mom. You look great!"
She thanked me. Then she told me, "I'll go get dinner started. Do you have plans for tonight?"
"Not really. Some of the guys wanted to hang out, but I wasn't sure about it so I told them I'd let them know." I smiled up at her, taking in the view again. "If you're going to dress like this now, I'll stay home though."
"You're sweet Chris. You should go see your friends though. All of you are going off to college in the fall. So you're not going to have a lot of chances to get together anymore."
She turned and I watched her ass sway as she walked toward the house. She turned just before the door and smiled at me again. That's when I realized I'd been busted. Mom could see my reflection in the glass there, and she knew I was watching her tight little ass as she walked.
Dinner that night made me crazy. Mom's tits were my main focus, and those big nipples were just out of sight at the edge of the table. Finally I told her, "Mom, you should dress like this more often."
She nodded at me and said, "Actually I agree. I stopped on the way home and did some shopping, just in case."
That set my imagination racing. I was imagining all kinds of slinky revealing outfits as dinner passed that evening. When we finished I asked her, "Are you sure you don't want me home tonight?"
"I'm sure Chris. You need to see your friends too. You'll realize that when they're gone though. So enjoy the time you still have with them."
I headed out to do just that, but Mom's body was on my mind the entire time. It was obvious what both of us wanted at that point, but I had no idea how to get past the whole taboo thing. She wasn't just another slut from my hometown. This was Mom, and that was seemed insurmountable that evening.
I called it a night early and headed home about 11. The lights were out as usual when I got there. That was no surprise really. Mom had one more day of work, and then her usual long weekend.
I got up the next morning and didn't hesitate. I went straight to her room to see what she'd written the night before. Opening her diary, I turned to the latest page.
"Well, it's official. My son is interested. I came home last night and dressed the same way I was in that old picture. You wouldn't believe how nervous I was walking out there with everything hanging out.
He appreciated it though. There's another thing too. He's got a huge cock. I thought I was going to fall over when I saw that thing through his swim suit. It's even bigger than the vibrator I bought today. I have the feeling unless something changes, I'm going to have to buy a battery factory just to keep myself happy.
I still find myself hesitating though. God knows given my past I shouldn't be. But I'm unsure now as to what to do next."
We were definitely on the same page. But obviously both of us were having problems with that final barrier. That was going to be a problem. The funniest thing about it was there were two horny people sleeping right next door to each other, and neither one of them could take that first step.
Inspiration struck then, and after a bit of searching I picked up a pen. It was a different color than the one Mom used, so she'd notice it right away hopefully. I thought for a moment and started to write.
"If you really want to find out where this could go Mom, I'll be in the hot tub tonight about 11 or so. You can come out and find out you know. And by the way, the hot tub rules state that no bathing suits are allowed."
Mom was going to probably be pissed at that. I'd invaded her privacy after all. But I couldn't see another way to let her know I was good with what I hoped she had planned.
I lounged around that evening in my bathrobe, basically watching TV until 10 or so. Mom headed up to bed then, calling it an evening herself. I waited downstairs to see what her reaction would be to me writing in her diary.
I was expecting a confrontation, or at least some yelling. As the minutes passed though and nothing happened, the sexual tension started building. About 10:45 or so I slipped out back and fired up the hot tub.
It was the perfect temperature and bubbling softly when I climbed in. I left the light out just in case and sat back to wait for Mom. I still didn't know if she was going to come and join me, but given her writings, I had high hopes.
I heard the door open and close behind me, and got even harder in the water. Even though I wasn't sure what was going to happen, I had some wild fantasies about it already.
Mom walked slowly into view, wrapped in her own robe. That was promising at least. She looked down at me in the tub and I heard her softly say, "You weren't kidding."