The Bond, Chapter 2

When I arrived home to my apartment from the airport during around 11:00 pm, I could see the light flashing on my answering machine with messages waiting. I dropped my luggage in the entry way, and made my way over the couch and collapsed in a heap. It was only a two hour plane ride, but the hustle and bustle of the trip had exhuasted me.
I still had thoughts of my mother crying at the airport in the fore front of my mind, when I decided I had better check my messages and let my mother know I had got home safely.
I pushed the play button on my answering machine, and I instantly recongized the voice of my supervisor on the phone. He was asking why I had not called in, to let them know why I had not shown up towork on the first day of my vacation. I dismissed it as error on their part and played the next message. The voice on the next message was that of my supervisor’s again and the was wondering why I had not called in to work again on the second day of my vacation.
By now I was becoming somewhat concerned, on what the hell was going on since he had left a second message. My supervisor knew full well, I was scheduled to be gone on the dates I had given him orally since the company had no written policy.
I played the third message and this time it was the voice of the apartment community manager asking me if I still worked there or not and to call her immediatly. I was pretty panicked at this point, but is was much to late for me to call anyone now, so I did what I could to ease my worries and figured everything would be cleared up by tommorrow. I didn’t sleep well that night, but I did manage to sleep some.
The next morning I was awoken by the sound of my alarm clock buzzing stridently. I showered, shaved and got dressed for work wondering what would ensue when I got to work. It was sombering walk to the office and when I entered I could see by the look on peoples faces there was something wrong. My supervisor came upstairs greeting everyone and when his gaze landed on me he asked me what I was doing there.
I preteneded to acted shocked and asked him what in the world he was talking about, I had just got back from a vacation he approved. He acted as if he knew nothing about it and said he never would have approved a full weeks vacation. I told him I hated to burst his bubble, but he did approve it and he just stared at me with a blank face, like a coward. After a few moments of silenced passed between us I finally asked him if this meant I was fired and he said more or less yes. If looks could kill he would have been dead, I stared at him with such intensity until I finally told him, I better have my last paycheck in 24 hours or I would be more than happy to report them to the Labor Board and left furiously.
When I got to my apartment, I picked up the phone and called my mother to inform her I had just been wrongfully fired, was going to be evicted and had five days to move out. I had no idea where to go, I had no family and few good friends I wanted to burden with my troubles. My mother suggested I pack a U-haul and move home and figure out what to do from there. I was hardly in a position to argue with her as I had a apartment full of furniture and a cat to worry about.
My mother helped me arrange a U-haul to rent and within a five days I was packed and ready to move home to pick up the pieces of my life. I was glad to be going home, but a part of me felt like the world was against me at this point and I had better do what I had to or things could get a whole lot worse.
It was a long 14 hour trip home, but I got there safe and sound with my cat. My mother was over joyed to have me home, and she helped me unload my U-haul into storage. I felt like a animal sent home with his tail tucked between his legs, but my mother being the kind, amazing woman she is assured me everything would be ok. My mother suggested I sleep downstairs since my step-father had the other room since he was bed ridden and I accepted humbly.
We knew if my grandmother knew I was staying downstairs she would be livid, so I agreed to keep a low profile downstairs and be ready to move upstairs if any family came down to visit and used the downstairs. First thing I did when I came through the door is drop my belongings and head for a warm shower.
I remember letting the water cascade over my head in relaxation when I heard the latch to the bathroom door and the sudden sound of the door opening.
I was standing in a glass frosted glass shower stall, that obscured my nudity but, only to a point and I had nothing to cover up with. I assumed it was my mother so I called out to her and she responded saying “just checking to see if you had a towel sweetie.”. I told her I had a towel on the vanity sink and tunred to see her staring at me inside the shower stall. I just stood there as she froze in shock at seeing a blurred image of my cock through the glass until she snapped out of her state and apologized as she hurridly left.
This house had been in the family for over fifty years, and she knew very well there was always towels above the vanity sink, so I was instantly suspisious of her intrusion. I guess in a way I knew, she had made up some excuse to come into the bathroom with the way she had been acting before I left back to Denver. I felt flattered she was sneaking peaks at me, in a way I thought it was cute they way she did it with such a nurturing manner.
I think it was at this point I knew my mother might very well have the hots for me, but I wasn’t sure how far she would take things. I loved my mother dearly, and although I have had many fantasies about having sex with my mother, I never really thought I would likely get a chance at it. I was excited at the prospect of seducing my mother, but at the same time I knew I was on a slippery slope. Sex would change everything between us and my step-father being in his condition gave me a great sense of shame at even considering sleeping with my mother.
I decided to just let the cards fall where they may and proceed cautiously, until I knew for sure what was going on inside my mother’s head. I went to bed that night knowing tommorrow would be the begginning of something so erotic and taboo and hardly slept a wink that night.
I woke to the sound of sea gulls squaking outside the next morining and a hard on the size of the statue of liberty. Thoughts of my mother’s veluptious figure filled my mind, and I recalled what I had decided would be my course of action in dealing with my intentions towards my mother. Even though I was planning to test the bounderies with my mother I did not want anything that happened between us to just be a fuck. I loved her more than any woman, and her feelings and happyness ment everything to me. I just wanted her to feel loved and desired being she felt she was beyond her years at the age of 48 to attract another man, much less another husband.
I went for my morning jog as I always did and headed upstairs to catch my mother before she left to work, to wish her a good day and make plans to do some job hunting. When I came up the stairs to the first landing I could hear my mother weeping deeply. My heart jumped into my throat and I sprinted the last few steps to the front patio to see my mother hunched over on the patie bench crying. I asked her if she was ok, and she was unable. I quickly sat besdie her on the bench and put my arms around her and asked her again what was wrong and she managed to stammer out that my step-father had passed away during the night.
I held my mother to me tightly as she broke down into another fit of crying while I counsoled her. The man that had been in both our lives for nearly a decade had lost his battle with cancer, God rest his soul. I knew now that my mother would need me more than ever, and I saw my being fired from my job in Colorado as a sign to take care of my mother as she had done so for all my younger life.
After the ambulance came and took my step-father away, I spent the day doing whatever my mother asked me I felt so helpless to do anything. My mother spent the day at home calling family and sharing the bad news with everyone, and recieving condolences from everyone.
When the evening approached my mother was metally and physically exhausted from the days events. I had spent most the day sitting next to her on the couch talking about the man we knew, and going through fits of laughter and sarrow. Sometimes I would embrace my mother and I could feel her breasts pressed firmly into my chest as she wept. After a while like this I could feel her nipples harden and she would drag her nipples across my chest as she moved around in my arms.
By now my cock was competely stiff, and leaking pre-cum and even though I was aroused, it was a natural response as opposed to a lustful one as I held her. Her hand brushed up against my erection on a few occasions, but she never said anything about it, so I gave it no thought. 
Before I knew it it was night time and we had been cuddling and talking for hours. My mother explained she wanted to take a shower, so she stood up and looked down at the bulge in my pants for a few seconds but, it felt like minutes. I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just looked at her looking at my crotch and without a word she went into her bedroom.
I was certain she knew I was aroused and I felt like an asshole. She left the room and didn’t even say a word while I sat there wondering if my being aroused had offended my mother in her moment of grief. While my mother was in her room for about a half hour, I started to wonder if my thoughts at seducing my mother was just a far fetched fantasy after all and I began to cry for putting my own needs before my mother’s.
I’m not sure if she heard me crying or if it was just coinsidence, when she came out of her room naked with tears running down her face. I stared at the sight of her beautiful body as if an angel had come to save me from my guilt and grief. My mother could see I had been crying and before I could say anything to her she kneeled down and put her index finger gently to my lips.
I was in complete awe, as she pulled her finger away from my lips and lifted my shirt to expose the bulge in my pants. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper as she looked me in the eyes weighing my reaction. When my zipper was down, she grabbed the sides of my pants and I took it as my cue to lift my hips off the couch. My mother pulled my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion releasing my leaking, throbbing erection from it’s confines.
Her eyes opened wide at the sight, and up into my eyes again with a look on her face as if she needed this therapy to help her though her grief. I gave her an accepting look and she got on her knees between my legs and gently placed my erection inside her warm, wet mouth with a moan.
I layed back and closed my eyes as my mother began to take me in and out of her mouth slowly. I moan escaped my mouth as she took my whole length inside her mouth and moved her tongue around the shaft and head. My excitment was building fast and my mother could sense it, so she started to use her other hand to grab the base of my cock as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth quicker.
I placed my hand on the back of my mother’s head as I felt my body tense up and I cried out “mom, I’m gonna cuuuuu………mmmmmm!!!! My mother pushed my cock as deep as she could inside her mouth and I groaned and released the first long hard rope inside my mother’s mouth.
My mother guzzled each hard spurt I sent down her thoat, as I moaned loudly as she drained me dry. As I sent the last few spurts down my mother’s thoat she begin to moan in contentment as she licked me clean. I was still hard at the thought that my mother had just given me the best blow job I had ever had as she removed my cock from my mouth. Her eyes were still damp, and puffy, but she managed to smile at me as she stood up and layed down on the couch next to me.

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