“Right.” I said ceremoniously, before taking Mom’s and Ava’s hands, and leading them into the house.
“No!” Mom called out upon seeing her old furniture where it had stood for so many years before. “But ... We sold the house! How!?”
John laughed at the astonished faces surrounding us while Danny clung to his arm with a bright smile on her face.
“Yes. You sold it to ‘T.B. Holding’, Mom. That’s me! Well, it’s eighty percent me and twenty percent Jo...”
That was how far I got before Mom threw her body into mine, wrapped her arms around my neck, and forcefully pulled me towards her for a very unmotherly kiss.
“Oh, my Darling Son!” she called out half laughing, half crying. “I can’t believe this! You saved our home! I love you so much, Baby!”
As she said that, she covered my face in dozens of little kisses. I knew this house meant a lot to her, but I really only understood how much it meant to her at that very moment. Soon I felt Ava’s arms wrap around my torso, as she, too, started thanking me profoundly for saving her childhood home.
“By the way, Mike.” Danny finally couldn’t contain herself any longer. “T.B. Holding is also the same company that bought your new house. And the condo for Ava and Maggie. John and I just acted as Tim’s intermediaries”
I saw Grandpa stare at her baffled, while Granny was simply glad to see her daughter and granddaughter so happy.
What followed was a tour through the house, so Mom and Ava could see the new furniture I bought, and how I furnished the rooms. When they realized that I retained the old room arrangements, and even placed everything in Ava’s room as I had remembered, it earned me another round of kisses and hugs. When we passed my old room, however, Mom stopped abruptly.
“What is it?” I asked, noticing her stare towards the room.
“Your old room ... It’s empty.” she responded quietly, like she was lost in thought.
“Yes. So?”
I had a suspicion regarding her statement. I wanted her to say it, though.
“What if...” she started tentatively before turning towards me. “What if I’d rather stay with you, Darling?”
“In my apartment?” I asked, and her eyes dropped to the floor.
“If ... that’s where you want to stay.” she hinted, and I could no longer suppress my grin.
I acted like I thought about it for a second, but couldn’t keep that up for long while looking at her desperate display.
“Well, now that you mention it ... My lease is only for a year.” I mused, and noticed the gleaming hope in Mom’s eyes when she suddenly looked up at me. “Since I was sixteen when I signed it, the conditions are pretty bad. So, the plan was for me to sign a new one, with the regular conditions, once I turned eighteen. I guess, if you want me to stay with you, I could...”
“YES!” she suddenly burst out. “Oh, Darling! Please! I have dreamed of having my Baby back home!”
“Alright.” I said, and, again, she threw herself against me, thanking me over and over again for that ‘gift’ I made her.
I decided against listing off all the facts that played into this decision at that very moment. After all, my apartment’s rent was paid up until the end of the lease now, so unless I could find someone to take it off my hands, it would remain readily available for me anyway. Also, living with my family rent free sounded a lot better than paying twelve-hundred dollars each month for a smaller place. But, at that moment, having my ecstatic mother clinging to me, for no other reason than my decision to live with her again, felt simply good.
The following weekend, everyone helped me move back into the house. Mom and Ava were absolutely delighted the whole time, even the taxing physical labor couldn’t dampen their mood. However, the move presented us with a significant logistical problem. My apartment was a lot bigger than my old room, had a lot more furniture than my old room, and we were reluctant to simply throw away all that furniture that was barely six months old.
“You know...” Mom started, after catching me alone. “I don’t want to seem pushy, Darling. But I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to you. So, how about we turn your old room into your new office? And in the evenings ... you just ... share my bed?”
It wasn’t my proudest moment. The first thing I thought of after hearing her offer, was not that my mother had asked me to share her bed. But the fact that Aaron’s wife had asked me to share her bed. And, for some reason, I felt an involuntary twitch in my dick when I imagined how he would react to the news of me taking his place.
My second thought was even more concerning, though. I realized that I may have actually, fully, and in every sense of the word, already stolen his wife from him. Despite her being my own mother. And the thought did not, in any way, disturb me. Quite the opposite, actually.
“Yes.” I grinned. “I’d like that.”
As she presented me with another brilliant smile before giving me a rather sensual kiss, we informed the others to leave most of the furniture in the apartment. If I found someone to take the lease, maybe they could use it.
That impression I got from Mom intensified later that day. As we sat on the couch with her leaning into me and my arms wrapped around her, she started to lightly caress my arm with her fingertips. It seemed like she was doing it absentmindedly, since her focus stayed on the TV screen, but my reaction was to lower my head to enjoy the scent of her hair. The next thing I knew, she turned her head to look at me, and then our lips met.
First it was tender and loving, her soft lips pressed against mine, but it lasted way too long for a simple affectionate peck. Soon I felt her lips part, and her tongue lick over my lips. They readily parted to allow her intrusion, and instantly my own tongue was darting forward, gently massaging hers.
This kiss lasted even longer, and had us panting in no time. Only when I felt her hand on my own did I realize that I had grabbed her breast and was kneading it as we kissed, and she was pressing my hand against it.
Her other hand landed on my thigh, from where it slowly wandered upwards until she found my erect cock through the fabric of my pants. While I massaged her breast, she rubbed along my length, and our kiss intensified.
“Mhmmmm seems like my big, strong boy could use some help with that.” Mom purred, looking at me questioningly. “Do you want Mommy to take care of that for you, Baby?”
I was suddenly so unbelievably horny that I could only nod my head.
She grinned and smashed her lips against mine again, as her hand started pushing down my sweatpants. Just when I wanted to lift my butt off the couch to help her, she pulled her head back and stood. She grabbed my sweats with both hands and basically ripped them off me before throwing them over her shoulder. Then, slowly and with a sultry look on her face, she beckoned me to stand up as well before lowering herself down to her knees.
The sight of my Mother kneeling before me, admiring my engorged organ, was more stimulating than I had expected.
She raised her gaze to my eyes, licked her lips, and then slowly leaned forward.
“I love you, Darling.” she breathed. “And I love my Baby Boy’s big, hard, cock!”
With that, she closed her eyes and leaned all the way forward, rubbing her face against my cock while humming in delight. Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and continued to rub her face against my cock while also licking my balls. My tip was leaking precum at an alarming rate, and the pure visual would’ve been enough to make me cum if she had continued.
I lost my composure.
I grabbed her face with both hands and started humping. My cock rubbed against her soft cheeks, her soft lips, and her soft tongue, while she continuously moaned her approval. Then she pulled her head back, grabbed my shaft with one hand, and engulfed the tip with her mouth.