[M/s] The Awakening of Me and my Mom – Part 2
Part Two
I was still on Ohio time. Even so, I was zonked out when the alarm went off. 5 fucking 30 in the am. Seriously? WTF woman! You drank yourself silly last night. But she was up and in the shower. I dozed until I heard clanging in the kitchen. She came and woke me up. Told me to start getting ready. So roused myself, threw my sweat pants on and shuffled out to the kitchen in a zombie haze.
I stood in the kitchen, her hair in a towel, her wearing a short robe. I couldn't see her ass but I saw the back of her thighs as she put some bread in the toaster and got her stuff ready.
"Do you eat breakfast," she asked?
I mumbled. Normally on the farm I was up at 4:30 and working chores. I'd be done by about 6am, run back for eggs, bacon and/or sausage and toast and then get to the buss by 6:30am to make it to school in town by 7:15am. I had a routine. When I was done I got home by 4:30pm, did chores until dinner time at 6pm, then did homework while we watched TV. We only got 4 channels so we watched what was on. When Carson came on I went to bed. Then I did it all over again.
But that morning, no, I wanted water and coffee. I was in a haze still. Her kitchen was like a throwback. Her refrigerator looked like it came from the 50s, her stove was gas (which was good, I hate electric stoves). Her kitchen table was bright red with metal legs, pressed against the wall, and she had 3 chairs, the vinyl of the same color.
I just shook my head, drank some water and then some coffee. She smiled at that, I was drinking coffee.
"I'm going to get dressed," she said. "You should too. While I'm at work I want you to explore the city."
We got dressed, I was ready before she was so sat there. She came out, gave me the keys to the place, a MUNI bus pass and a MUNI map. She wrote a star on the map for where the flat was. And she gave me a business card with her pager #, the flat # and the flat address. And she gave me $20.
So, that's what I did. I wandered the city. I meandered and explored and used the bus pass as my free ticket to anyplace in the city. And I found PORN. Yes, strip joints, porn places, with those booths you shove quarters into to watch a snippet of porn. Places where you put in money and a slide goes up and women are naked behind glass. And I found my calling. Well, not really calling, but I jerked off quite a bit in the city that day. In fact, I forgot to eat lunch, and spent way too much time meandering. It was just before 7:30pm by the time I made it back to the flat and I thought I'd be in trouble.
But she wasn't there. I snuck a beer out of the fridge and drank it while I watched TV. She was home not long after that. Fell onto me with hugs apologizing for working so late. Asked me if I ate. Then almost stripped right in front of me as she talked.
She sat down on the couch, I stood and turned the TV off. She pulled off her heels, then reached up her skirt and pulled off her panty hose. While I was standing there watching. Even though I jerked off like 3 times that day inside those sticky floored sweet-rancid smelling porn booths I still got a semi while she did that. She reached up her blouse, undid her bra and pulled it off. Then she leaned back and just sighed heavily.
We talked about dinner plans. I told her I could cook that grandma taught me. But she was in the mood for Italian. So we went out. Nice dinner, wine, back to the flat. She into her 49ers Jersey and then on the couch to watch TV. The booze came out and she cuddled against me. This became the nightly routine. TV cuddles as she got drunk and passed out on the couch. Sometimes she’d get up and go into her room, sometimes she’d fall asleep on the couch only to wake up in the middle of the night and go to bed.
For my first weekend there she rented a mini-van. We explored all up and down the coast and ended up at SeaWorld. I don't know why she wanted to walk around. She was wearing a skirt, hose and heels with a button blouse like she did to work. It wasn't as tight but was still flattering to her shape.
After a day exploring, trip to Sea World, stop for dinner, then the drive back I dozed off. While I was sleeping I had a dream of my mom in one of those porno movies I saw. I woke up with a raging erection. It was shoving out right there, pushing my pants to the limit. I looked to my mom and she smiled at me and asked me if I needed to take care of that.
I was embarrassed. I said something under my breath, and tried to cover it up. She insisted that I stop being ashamed. That it's natural and normal and I had nothing to be worried about. That she wasn't judging me for anything no matter what I chose to do or not do.
"It'll be messy," I said, trying to excuse it away.
We were not on the freeway, but the highway. She pulled off the road, stopped, and turned sideways in her seat. She put both her feet onto my lap and instructed me to take off her shoes and panty hose. So did. I unbuckled her heels and then slid them off her feet. Then I reached up under her skirt, got my fingers under her panty hose, and pulled with my left hand. I had to put both hands up, she didn't move her feet, so they pressed against my erection.
I slowly peeled off her pantyhose, with that and her feet pressing against my erection that was almost it. They came off, she turned, put the car back in gear and went back onto the highway. I pulled out my dick, wrapped it in the part of the pantyhose that was covering her crotch, and began jerking it slowly.
She drove, I slowly stroked, getting into it. Since I jerked it so much I tended to last. I had a rhythm to get into. Her panty house made it different, nicer in a way, more intense, and I stroked it slowly enjoying it.
"Wow," she said. "You are lasting a bit there."
"This is my hobby," I mumbled.
She laughed. "Maybe this will help," she said. She then pulled her blouse out of her skirt, pulled it up, pulled a boob out of the bottom of her bra, and began to squeeze her giant boob, stroking her thumb and forefinger over her nipple.
And I ejaculated. I ejaculated hard and grunted like some kind of primeval caveman while I did. My body had spasms as I stared at her caressing her nipple and my dick pumped my cum out.
She laughed and put her boob back in. "I bet that's better," she said. I nodded, wiped all the cum into her pantyhose, and then put my dick back in my pants.
I did feel better. A lot better. We talked. Then the talk got serious. I had a "job" I was supposed to do.
On Monday, high school. Man, that sucked.
And my first week with my mom ended.
End Part Two
Submitted September 29, 2016 at 12:55AM by mygapanalysis http://ift.tt/2cCLk9h incest
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