My Mommy's Good Boy

[neerathemall]

I continued to see Wendy, usually on Friday nights. She'd sometimes stay over; other times, we'd get a room. Our relationship was never going to be more than casual. We both enjoyed drinking, smoking weed, snorting cocaine (ahh, the 80s!), and fucking like beasts. The sex between us was highly enjoyable, but it was clear we didn't have a future. Maybe because I was finding myself more and more drawn to my mother? Did I imagine being with my mother when I fucked Wendy? Oh, yes. More often than not. Another secret, and one which I enjoyed too much to stop engaging in. Mom asked about Wendy after a couple of weeks.
"We're having fun, but it will never be more than that," I told her.
"Why don't you think there's anything more there?" mom asked once.
I gazed meaningfully into mom's eyes. "Well," I began, "I suppose I'm my mother's son in some ways, and I'm very different in others. I'm not going to try to make something be what it isn't, like you; but I have never been able to go without a sexual outlet, either. Wendy is fun to be with, but she's really just convenient. Since I won't ever love her, I see no reason to try to change what is there between us. I mean, I'm open to love, but it has to be the right woman."
We started sitting closer on the couch in the evenings, her still on her end, me moving closer from mine. That had been a simple thing. I started making microwave popcorn to eat while we sat in front of the TV. This allowed me to place a bowl between us, and required me to move closer to be able to reach. On occasion, our hands would brush as we both reached for the snack. At times, mom would recoil from these 'accidental' touches as though burned. The sexual tension between mom and I was growing, I was sure of it. I was growing more confident in my slow, steady seduction of the woman who had given birth to me.
One night, mom was home and cooking when I got home. "You know," I said, "I might just take a page from your playbook. A relaxing bath sounds really good right now." Mom said there was plenty of time before dinner, so I headed to the bathroom. Sliding into the warm water, I grabbed my cock and gently stroked it. I'm a grower, not a shower, and I had a plan in mind.
"Mom?" I called to her.
"Yes?" I heard from outside the door.
"Would you bring me a beer, please?" I asked. "I just realized I forgot to grab one, and I'm much too wet to walk through the house."
"Sure, baby. Give me just a minute."
I suddenly felt like it was hard to draw a breath. I wanted mom to see my cock. That hadn't happened since she had caught me in that personal moment all those years ago. True to her word, within a minute, she knocked at the bathroom door. "It's unlocked", I called, giving my cock one last squeeze for good measure.