Sex stories, incest, mom and son, it’s a son’s job to make his mother happy, at how sexy she looked! And at the fact that I was finding her sexy!
Friday Night: 22:41 PM
Weary from a two hour study session, I rubbed my eyes and stretched my back with a yawn. My head spun from all the reading I’d done and it was clear I would need a smoke break if I were to get through my next hour of studying. I pulled open my desk drawer and grabbed my lighter and pack of cigarettes.
But before I could get up the sound of my ringtone went off. Who’d be calling me at this time? I checked the caller ID. My father’s name and picture was on the screen of my smartphone. I found that to be interesting. I hadn’t spoken to dad in a few weeks.
“Anyway Nick, I don’t have much time and I need you to do me a favour.”
“Umm, okay, sure.” I shrugged. “What is it?”
“You know tomorrow’s your mother and I’s anniversary, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, I need you to buy her a gift for me.”
“Why?” I lurched forward in my chair. “Aren’t you coming?”
“No, I am. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now. And now because my second assistant called in sick, it’s up to me to get her one. And I won’t have time to do that before I get on my plane.”
“Oh, okay.” I leaned back and started twisting my brown hair. “What do you want me to get her?”
“Umm…anything you can think of,” dad sounded a little distracted. “Just make sure it’s nice. You can even use the card I gave you to use on emergencies. Money’s no object.”
“Cool, anything else?”
“No, that’s about it. Listen Nick, I’ve gotta run. Thanks son. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hung up before I could say goodbye.
I let out a sigh and laid my phone on my desk as I thought about the conversation I had. At that moment no hope I had held a candle to the one of my father arriving on the next day. Mom and I hadn’t seen him in over a year. I know; a year. Sounds crazy, right? But actually, it wasn’t all that crazy to us.
When I was about five years old my father and uncle took the family mining business over from grandpa. Ever since then dad ran the business and basically lived in New York, while my uncle watched over the company in Johannesburg. Mom and I stayed in Johannesburg too, so we only got the opportunity to see my father a few times a year.
If you believe I used to listen to the ‘Cat’s In the Cradle’ song all day, you couldn’t be more wrong, because I had mom, who managed to fulfil the role of being both parents wonderfully well. In my younger and more innocent years, she and I did practically everything together. From baking sweet treats in the kitchen, to going on picnics and working on my various school projects.
Mom was the one who reprimanded me whenever I got out of line. She was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. She attended every sport event, school play and academic ceremony I was a part of. Mom and I would bath together, eat together and sleep together. We were inseparable and the best of friends.
But eventually, as with all good things, that close relationship we shared came to an end. After puberty struck I was off to my own room and mom was no longer the only woman I noticed. Other girls became the centre of my universe, and I hate having to admit it, but I didn’t give her the time of day anymore.