Could This Be Love - S03 E01

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Could This Be Love - S03 E01

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I t was a sunny and warm May afternoon as I sat
staring out the window, trapped in my senior
chemistry class with little hope of sneaking out
early. Only one week of school remaining and
then I’ll be free.

Graduation! I’ve looked forward to this day for … well
since I can remember, and it’s almost here. I just have
to get through finals, and while I am a pretty good
student, it has been difficult, if not impossible of late
keeping my mind on studies. It seems I am
daydreaming more and more. Mostly dreaming about
how I am going to spend my last summer before I
head off to college. But I’m also thinking about my
mom. I wonder how she is going to get along without
me. I’ve been the man of the house since my dad left
almost five years ago and now I will be leaving her
too. The thought is so depressing that it has nearly
ruined my excitement over the end of twelve long
years of school.

Sure, Mom says she’ll be fine. She always says that.
But I know how much she depends on me. Although
she is still young at 37 (I was born when she was 19)
and, if I say so myself “hot”, she doesn’t date or have
a man around, other than me, to fix things and take
care of the car and such. Keeping the house running
is my job and I don’t mind the responsibility. In fact, I
love it. She and I have a very special relationship and
are very close—we are more like friends than mother
and son. We have leaned on each other exclusively
over the past few years; through my adolescence crises
and her more important adult concerns … like how we
were going to pay the bills.
When Dad ran off with his secretary, he left us
nothing, and even worse, Mom was emotionally
crushed and for a long time I hated him for that. He
burst my bubble of a happy family and hurt my mom
terribly. But I don’t hate him anymore. His leaving is
the reason my mother and I grew so close. Since he’s
been gone, I’ve made sure she didn’t miss him. At least
in all the ways a young boy can act as the man of the
house. I learned to fix things, helped with finances by
getting a part time job to pay for clothes and minor
school expenses, and just being there when she needed
someone’s shoulder to cry on. And she did plenty of
that. I have a couple of shirts on which she shed her
tears and, although I should throw them out, they are
still in my closet as a reminder that I never want to
hurt her like that. Oh, and yes I’m just a little
embarrassed to say that I also have a couple pair of
her panties hidden in my dresser that I stole from the
hamper.
As I said, my mother is hot, and if you haven’t guessed
already, I have a major crush on her. She is gorgeous

and not just because I say so. All of my buddies say
she is by far the hottest and coolest mom of any they
know. She’s about five-six with large round eyes that
change from an aqua blue to sky blue depending on
the outfit she is wearing, and they twinkle like stars.
She keeps her dyed red hair at shoulder length and
curled under stylishly. Her figure is perfect, but I will
tell you more about that in a moment. At 37 she easily
passes for her late 20’s. Some say we could pass for
brother and sister; and of course she loves it when I
tell her that.

On her 37th birthday I surprised her with a birthstone
ring and necklace. She had no idea that I was getting
her anything, but I had saved up my extra spending
money—seven hundred dollars—and spent it all. I
know she liked the necklace and ring because she said
so when we saw it at a jewelry store at the mall one
afternoon. I worked hard to save up the money and
purchasing the ring and necklace was probably the
most exciting moment of my life up to that time. I had
it specially wrapped at the store in pretty paper with a
red bow.
When I gave it too her she began to cry. For a moment
I thought I had made a big mistake. But her tears
were tears of joy. She said I shouldn’t have spent so
much money but she loved it and loved me. That
statement alone made it all worth it. She said she was
going to wear the ring always. I was surprised when
she put it on her left ring finger where she used to
wear a wedding band. That was special to me as well.
I guess it is time to admit that I have been fantasizing
about my mom a lot lately.

Recently I actually got the
nerve to spy on her. I had resisted the incredible
sexual hormones raging in me until I accidentally saw
her undressing in her bedroom. I went to her room to
ask if she needed anything before I went to bed. Her
door was opened just a crack. Before I could knock, I
saw her standing near her vanity. I had seen her in
her nightgowns and such and she had seen me in my
underwear plenty of times, but this was the first time I
had seen her totally naked. I still have the image of
her slim waist and tapered hips with the smooth
perfect white skin of her ass burned into my memory
bank. I don’t think I have ever seen a more perfect
ass.
When she bent over to pick up her panties my heart
almost jumped out of my chest when I realized that I
could see the lips of her p---y between her slightly
spread thighs. And, incredibly, she didn’t have a speck
of pubic hair, none—baby smooth. The inner lips were
pale pink and hung between the smooth shaven outer
lips like the delicate petals of a rose … a gorgeous pink
rose with the petals shimmering with morning dew.
The outer lips were puffy flesh colored m----s and
seemed to strain to contain her longer inner lips.
I watched with mounting guilt and excitement as she
sat down and began to sensuously rub cream on her
large but still firm breasts. She rubbed the cream over
the upper portion of her breasts and then moved
down, pausing to work it into the impossibly hard
nipples until they were shiny and slick.
Then she poured more onto her hands and placed the
palms under the two large orbs and lifted and kneaded
the flesh. I thought I heard a sigh of pleasure, but it
might have come from my own lips.

I stood transfixed, my eyes as wide as saucers as I
watched her. This might sound naive coming from an
eighteen year old boy, but it was at that moment that I
knew that I loved my mother; but not like a son. I also
realized that no woman would ever entirely take her
place in my heart. I know some would say it is just
adolescent fantasy, or more specifically sexual fantasy,
and that a lot of kids fantasize about their mothers or
their high school teacher etc., but that wasn’t me. I
never had a crush on a teacher, or any other older
woman for that matter.
I remember how excited I was that day; so excited that
I had to take my swollen c--k out of my pants or risk
cumming in my underwear. I fought hard not to
c----x, not only because I felt guilty, but also because
I wanted the chills of excitement running through me
to last. I wanted to watch her forever. When she stood
up and stretched her arms over her head, I couldn’t
hold out any longer.
My c-m hit the door so hard that I swore she heard
the splat. My knees almost buckled as I fought to
remain conscious. Of all the times I had masturbated
in my life, and there have been plenty, this was by far
the best one. It left me feeling drained and dizzy.

When I opened my eyes I saw my mother sitting on
her stool again, looking into the mirror with an odd
smile on her face. I was petrified that she had seen
me, so I scurried away like a roach in the kitchen
when the lights come on.
I felt very guilty for a long time about that night, but
not guilty enough not to do it again and again. From
that point on, I took every opportunity to spy on my
mother. I took big risks too. I put a small strip of
rubber on the frame of the bathroom and bedroom
doors so that they wouldn’t shut all the way. She
asked me many times to fix them, but somehow I
never got around it. Then, almost every night I would
slip down the dark hallway to watch as she undresses
for her bath or sits at her vanity to perform her
nightly ritual before she goes to bed. Sometimes, if I
am very lucky, I see her doing naughty things, on the
bed or in the bathtub. At that point I lose control and
I stoke my c--k with a pair of her panties until I
c----x.

Did I say what gorgeous breasts she has? I know I
would never grow tired of looking at those beautiful
t--s. Even when she is dressed I often find myself
staring at them … so round and soft with a sexy giggle
as she moves. Sometimes she catches me looking, but
she never seems angry. More recently, when she sees
me staring, she just shakes her head and smiles like
she did when I was a little boy and got caught raiding
the cookie jar.
“Jerry Moss, can you finish the formula on the board
for the rest of the class?”
I was suddenly awakened from my daydream. “I … uh
… I uh …”
The teacher stared at me and waited. The rest of the
class broke out in gales of laughter. My face turned
three shades of red. “I wasn’t paying attention,” I
admitted.
“Well, at least you admit it. You had better listen up
because this is going to be on the final,” Mr. Henson
pointed out. “And that goes for the rest of you
seniors.” To my great relief, that brought the still
snickering students back around and took the focus off
me.