“Oh my goodness,” she said. “My top came loose.” I looked up to see she had it swinging from her hand. Her nice, little tits stood straight out in the sun. She had no tan lines. I would have been all over that on any other day.
Today, it made me think back to feeling Mom’s big 36D’s crushed against my chest as I pumped sperm into her. In fact, everything somehow reminded me of pumping sperm into her. Except when something reminded me of Mom sucking my cock.
“If you’re just going to sit there, why don’t you go sit at home, with your mother?”
“What do you mean by that?” My eyes must have darkened.
“Nothing! I was just talking. Why are you so touchy today?”
Carrie tiptoed over with her small bare feet and sat in my lap, shaking her bottom just that little bit girls do when they want to nest on a guy’s cock. She kissed my nose, and then my lips. I kissed back.
But, it wasn’t the same. It was never going to be the same after kissing Mom. I tried for another minute.
“I’d better get going,” I said. “I got some stuff I gotta get done.”
“We didn’t even swim. We didn’t even fuck. You’re going to look back when you’re at that dopey school in the fall and wish you could relive today.”
“Could be, Carrie. Could be.” I left.
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Mom’s car was in the driveway when I pulled in.
“Scott!” Mom called when she heard the kitchen door.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m home.”
“You’re home early,” she shouted. It sounded like she was in her bedroom.
“Carrie was being a pain, and I didn’t feel like putting up with her stuff today. You’re home early yourself,” I yelled up the hall.
“It seemed like nothing went right today, and you wouldn’t believe how idiotic people were acting. I did what needed to be done and left. I thought I’d come home and get some laundry done.”
“You don’t have to yell,” I said as I entered her room.
She laughed. It was good to see a smile on her beautiful face again. “I thought you were still in the hinterlands of the house.” Mom was bent over the bed, smoothing out the fitted bottom sheet. She had on a loose blue pullover top and a flowing skirt that went to her knees. It had big white and blue flowers on it.
“Changing the bed again?” I always made a big deal when she did because it was an obsession with her.
“You’d do well to take a hint and follow by example.”
“Especially after last night,” I said without thinking. It was my usual way of joking, but as a slight frown crowded itself onto Mom’s lips, I knew I had made a mistake.
“About that… I suppose we should talk.”
“Mom, we really don’t have to. I’m okay, you’re okay. Let’s move on.”
“And yet, here you are. Here I am. Both of us not acting normal. Both having trouble coping today with our so-called ‘normal’ lives.”
I didn’t say anything. She had given me space to get out what I was feeling. If I knew what I was feeling, maybe I would have talked.
Mom filled her lungs with air and said, “I guess I’ll begin. Last night was, in my eyes, necessary. It was my last chance. I can never tell you how grateful I am to you for… let’s call it ‘helping.’ But, in the light of day, I have to admit feeling guilty, feeling I forced you to do something that no son should ever have to do.”