Becoming My Mother's Lover by Laura Lovecraft Read Free Book Online

head, trying to catch my breath.
    Mom laughed and gave me a huge smile, “Told you older women are a lot better,” she giggled, “At everything.” With that, she made a show of licking her lips and gave me a wink.
    “Mom.” I started, “We…”
    “It’s Cynthia,” she said seriously. “Or its Mom when we’re just talking, but when we’re playing it’s going to be Cynthia.”
    “Playing?” I asked, “No, we…”
    “Enough for now.” Mom said in a tone that caused me to stop, it was a very motherly tone, and I had the sick thought that it wasn’t really right to fight your mother now was it?
    Mom smiled again and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow honey, and we’ll go a little further. We’ll work our way up to it, got it?”
    Before I could answer, her smile turned into a smirk and reaching down she squeezed my cock through my shorts.
    “Mom!” I gasped.
    “Cynthia.” She said, then giving another squeeze, before letting go, added, “I told you I could make you Jason, when are you going to learn to listen to your mother?”
     
     

Chapter Five
    I paced nervously back and forth in my room and for the hundredth time looked at the clock. It was almost eleven. I started to get my hopes up and think maybe Mom wouldn’t show. As soon as I thought that, I rolled my eyes. She would be here; it was just a matter of when. I walked over to the window and leaning towards the screen took a deep breath of the cool summer air. The smell of the ocean had always soothed me, but tonight I doubted anything would calm me down. Anytime now my mother was going to come into my room and…spend the night.
    I had learned this early this morning when I was sitting out on the beach. When I’d gotten up, I quickly threw my running shoes on and gone for a run along the beach. I pushed myself to do five miles instead of my usual three. I’d barely slept after Mom had left me hard as a rock and flushed with embarrassment. Again, making me feel worse was the fact that she hadn’t been gone ten minutes, before I was lying on my bed stroking my cock.
    This time there was no attempt to think of Jen or any other of my former girlfriends. From the second I started stroking to the time I blew my load; all thoughts were on my mother, picturing the things she had been whispering in my ear. I envisioned her on her knees, her blond head bobbing, then on her hands and knees, her firm ass pointing up at me. I had released my load to the image of her telling me to put it in her ass; after all, she had said anything.
    Within seconds of cumming I felt terrible. Not only spanking it to my mother, but thinking of shoving it in every hole she had. After tossing and turning all night, wondering what the hell was going to happen, I’d decided to try to wear myself out while keeping busy and run.
    But even while jogging, my mind was spinning. Mom was dead set on this as was dad. I didn’t want to, or at least left alone and in my own thoughts I didn’t, but Mom was right. As my mother I didn’t want this, but if she became Cynthia again, could I resist it? Last night she’d had me ready to pop with just a kiss. What if she tried for more?
    I’d slowed my running to a walk and did another lap around the beach. Mom and dad were going to take a cruise on the Bay Queen for the day and I was hoping to just hang around the beach until they left.
    Apparently my father had figured that out and as I made to cut across the parking lot that separated the beach from the bike path I planned on following for a few miles, saw Dad sitting there in the red Mustang he’d bought himself when he was diagnosed. I knew he’d seen me, and with a resigned sigh, I walked up the car. Dad got out and pointing across the beach said, “It’s absolutely beautiful here no?”
    “Always,” I nodded. “Someday I’d like to own a house up here.”
    “Someday you will.” He nodded, “Architects make good money, and you’ll be able to afford it.” He sighed, “I