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A Summer Romance Revisited
Note: This story is a follow-on of “A Summer Romance” and is purefiction, a figment of my imagination.
Note: This story is a continuation of Summer Romance and is purely out of my fiction and imagination.
= In the past month, I never doubted my mom because she said, “Paul, you don’t have to worry about me, I’m thinking about you every second.” The chores of moving have taken up every second of my day, and in this situation it would be wrong for me to be thinking about my mom any more than I already am.
If anyone wants to try their hand at what constitutes pure torture, then I can tell you that buying and selling a house, and moving, are both! Poor mom had to adjust to a new job, set up a new department, and deal with all the minutiae that moving entails and requires the attention of an adult, while I stayed at our old house and oversaw the packing and shipping. When it was time to make up my mind, I would consider what my mom would do at this point, and I followed that tenet for all the chores I could handle. Sometimes I would consult with Mom, but usually I would go ahead and do what I thought she would want to do or what I thought must be reasonable. She signed and marked the label paper to prevent forgery, and sometimes anything could happen.
The realtor found a buyer for our old house, and after all the paperwork was done, I moved to the state capital to meet my mom. When I arrived, she was staying in a rented hotel suite and was looking for a suitable house.
We have a small problem in that we can’t pay full price on the house all at once until we get the money from the sale of our old house.
Hostel life isn’t so bad if you can overlook the little things, like going to open the fridge in the middle of the night.
Mom’s company pays the bills, but the best hotels don’t replace home, and a two-person suite is not home.
Mom had been looking for a new house, but was having too much bad luck. The Saturday after I arrived, an agent took us around downtown to a couple of houses that were nice but couldn’t satisfy us. Over lunch, the agent said she had two better houses to show us before dark, and we agreed. Tiredly, we got into her car and began what seemed like an aimless search. The first house didn’t seem to be a good fit for us, and the agent asked us to be patient and see what she had to offer at the end of the day.
She drove to a small side road off the street that was long and ended in a residential neighborhood. Continuing on, we were greeted by a beautiful ranch style house, which immediately charmed us. We walked in and it was empty and unfurnished, it looked like a shelter, but the four living rooms were complete and there was a large backyard. An old oak tree screened the entire yard and was surrounded by a high fence, making it quite secluded. Next to the abode was a large country-style kitchen with an attached dining area, where the abode and kitchen were connected.
The master bedroom had a dedicated bathroom and a huge tub. When mom looked at this bathroom, she winked mischievously at me and an ambiguous smile spread across her face. My mind conjured up images of us in the tub… Luckily, this agent was not a psychic.
It turned out to be a natural progression and we moved into our new home two weeks before school started. These days, after work, my mom would be there designing the layout and directing the placement of the furniture, while I followed her instructions and spent my days looking after the unpacking and placement of all the little things. The first week we finished most of the work quite briskly, and the week before school started I began to pack up the yard and shrubbery.
But there was still the problem that mom and I spent so little real time together, and I was about to face my state high school exams. Mom arrived home late on Friday night, and I wanted her to get as much sleep as possible the next morning, and I had another idea that I wanted to surprise her when she opened her eyes.
I got up early and went to a nearby florist to buy a bouquet of roses, and on my return home, I quietly placed the vase with the roses at the foot of her bed and left to wait for her to wake up. While I waited, I made the coffee and put it together with the breakfast tray.
I leisurely sipped my coffee and passed the time waiting, warming and delighting in the coziness of the quiet morning while, at the same time, resisting the temptation of the burning carnal desires within. Nothing had happened in the past month, merely busy work, except for a few minutes of hurried flirting in those hectic intervals. During those times, mom would make time for those loverly caresses to give me a reward, lifting my spirits and fighting spirit once again. She had quite an imagination when it came to sex, and I, being inexperienced, would avidly learn every single thing she wanted to try.
I’ll be fifteen in a few weeks, but I’m still a little worried about our new relationship. One thing I’m learning is that little touches between the two, such as breakfast in bed on the weekends, lure out the romantic side of my mom, and when she’s in a romantic mood, she becomes the most complete woman I could ever hope to be.
I’m expecting this extra bouquet of roses this morning to spark an unforgettable memory of our first free weekend in our home.
I was stunned when a pair of arms appeared out of nowhere behind me and engulfed me in a passionate embrace. While I was daydreaming, my mother sneaked up on me, and now I was being attacked by a woman in the throes of a spring… ROSE EFFECT!
Mom noticed the breakfast tray sitting on the table and asked, “What did I do to win roses and breakfast in bed?”
“They were won by what you were about to do.” I replied, adding an ambiguous smile.
“Ahh! Darn, my back is going to labor all day again, isn’t it?”
“No, sometimes you can get to the top.”
Mom watched me, turned to me, sat with her legs apart on my knees, facing me, and pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans before slowly bringing her hand down to gently caress my barely there foreskin. Her warm hand caused my foreskin to part and I could see my penis rapidly filling with blood and becoming erect. This, coupled with a lingering, early morning hello kiss, brought me warm, giddy sensations that quickly spread throughout my body. We shared my coffee cup and enjoyed it, our noses entwined from time to time, accompanied by caresses and kisses.
There’s no need to rush, we have nothing else to do this whole day, except love each other. In those past days, from her, I had learned patience long ago. Between the sexes, I was new at this, and she was teaching me how to fulfill her. I wanted her to be entertained as she accommodated my explorations. For some time now, my mother has been open about all that is feminine about her, but as time passes, she is adapting to our new relationship; and I, who am becoming emotionally and physically attuned to her needs, am working hard to satisfy them, and doubly rewarding her forbearance as she responds positively.
“I can see what you’re thinking at a glance.” Mom said, and that statement brought me back to reality.
“I was just thinking about how much we’ve changed this summer.”
“What do you think about these changes?”
“I feel like, I have found another person that I am going to love. I am learning to give more and more love than I previously thought possible.”
“I think we’re both learning, in more ways than before, at this point. Would you like to have breakfast in bed with me?”
“As long as I can clean up the crumbs.”
We both laughed at the memory of the last time I served her breakfast, and she replied, “Would you like to order me one of those special omelettes I gave you?”
“Not too old, I like my omelette tender.”
I followed her to our bedroom with the breakfast tray in hand and moments later we were lying side by side, naked. I put my arms around her and tried to make love to her, but she giggled and resisted, and we began our game of rape and anti-rape. Mom was healthy enough to win a wrestling match between us, and I wrestled with her for a long time, trying to arouse her, but she wasn’t going to give up, laughing throughout the fake rape game.
I fumbled for an easy way to end her resistance by slamming my back down on the bed and pretending to be exhausted… This morning was no exception as she climbed up, straddled my body with her feet apart, and slowly lowered herself over my towering cock so that it slowly penetrated and kept wiggling her hips until she was completely encompassing my cock.
Neither of us were particularly patient as this was our first fuck of the day. Mom started off bouncing up and down at a slow rock and roll tempo, but soon lost her self-control, as if she were a maddened horsewoman on a fox hunt. For the next few moments I could not only hear her cries of forgetfulness, but I could feel the subconscious contractions deep inside her body. Then I lost control, and my orgasm suddenly overwhelmed me with a mountain of force, the semen drowning the spasms deep inside my mother’s body all at once… At last my mother’s fluttering body was attracted by the gravitational pull of the earth, and she collapsed on top of me, panting and greedily covering my face with wet kisses.
“God, I long for this, Paul.”
“So do I.” I replied.
There is one type of intimacy that is most special, and that is the warmth that a man and a woman share after making love. It’s only a moment, but it’s the most important moment of all, and no intrusion from the outside world can dilute this communication of love and heart without touching, caressing, or saying anything. We have suffered too much, and we want so much to have that moment of warmth when all our desires are finally and completely fulfilled.
Now is that moment when the love that two people have for each other is deeper, wider, or destroyed. In this moment, the unspoken message is just as important as the spoken words, and sometimes the spoken words are misunderstood.
Mom sat up, but remained straddling me, and took a crescent shaped loaf of bread from the plate. She pulled off a piece and began to feed me. She put a pillow behind my head so I could sit more comfortably in a half-sit, then poured herself a cup of coffee. She took a small sip and fed it to me, then another… We shared a delicious flirtation, occasionally accompanied by sweet bread rolls and bitter coffee. Suddenly, my mind wandered, and an old saying swirled in my ears.
“We are so fortunate to taste the sweet fruits of this
Though still, to sip the despair of the dark world.
But the love for each other is deeper.”
A shocking passion I had never experienced before swept through my entire body and uncontrollable tears wept. I never understood why some people cry when they are particularly happy, no, not until this moment.
Mother, ah, perhaps she is no longer just a mother, I love everything about this woman, both her strengths and her flaws. I curse the customs, I curse the taboos, and I will curse anyone or anything that tries to separate us.
Mom noticed my tears and she asked, “Is something wrong, Paul?” Her voice was filled with concern.
“There’s nothing wrong, everything is perfectly normal. I just feel so happy that I can’t help but cry. I love you so much, so much that I don’t know how to express it to you anymore.”
After a moment I realized I’d said it wrong, and my mom’s face jerked tight, expressionless, but her eyes filled with tears. She puts the cup back on the tray, spasming like a robot, and then lunges into my chest and hugs me tightly, so tightly that I almost choke. She buried her face into the pillow next to my neck and howled… After a while, she slowly regained her self-control and raised her head to give me a salty kiss.
“Paul, sometimes I have feared that what is happening between us is merely physical attraction, me because of my loneliness, and you, because of the raging desires of young people growing up. What you have just said dispels my fears.”
Afterward we sat outside under the oak tree and enjoyed the freedom of our private backyard. This old house of ours has a small lawn and no fence. There is no house behind this either, and the lawn ends in thick trees and bushes that divide us from our neighbors. There is a narrow gap in the bushes, and a faint path hides in it, curving up to our back door, traces that were probably made by previous owners taking shortcuts to come for their morning walks or to walk their dogs, and now only helicopters can interfere with our privacy.
Mom seemed to suddenly remember something and said, “Paul, we need to get back some lawn furniture and a hammock to set up here. Don’t you think so?”
We’ve put a pair of lounge chairs outside to watch the sky from the yard. “Yes, great to put in the shade.”
“I love the seclusion we have here. When we were at our old house, everyone could recognize the brand of soda you were drinking. Care to go to the store and purchase a little something to make the yard more comfortable and another burger for lunch?”
“Can we afford it after all the expenses of moving?” I asked.
“Ever had sex in a hammock?”
“No.” Mom replied with a complete non sequitur that mystified me.
“Neither have I, but I want to try.”
My mind was flooded with images of the two of us in the hammock… We had just finished making love, but my imagination gave me a burst of heightened arousal, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment as my shorts were involuntarily pushed up higher than they should have been. While mom was noticing my predicament, I adjusted my position to get more or less comfortable.
“Thinking about the hammock?” She asked with a smile and to my utter amazement then she stood up and removed her shorts before causing her panties to slide down around her ankles before striding out of them, “I always fantasize about having sex outdoors, care to give it a try?” She said laying down on the grass.
Without being forced, I immediately peeled off my shorts and jumped over to her. She wrenched my back and pushed me off and pressed against me, sat up straight and said, “This grass is making my targets itch, you’re on the bottom!”
Our lovemaking was short and intense, and at the end of it we lay together in the shade and rested, kissing from time to time. After a few moments we returned to the real world and mom said, “We have to put a lock on the gate or what are we going to do when we catch the gas man coming to read the gas meter readings?”
“I reckon we can bring him a whole day of blessings.” I joked.
“Then he’ll have a story he can dazzle his coworkers with, won’t he?”
“Mom, you’re incredible, you specialize in finding weird places to have sex.”
“You’re absolutely right, and I have an even more incredible companion, a man I estimate to be younger than half my age. Care to join me in the shower before we make our purchases?”
After lunch we went to the store to store for lawn furniture. It was too late in the season to shop for this furniture and most stores only had a small selection on display. After searching through a few stores, we stopped at a large hardware store and picked out a lock for the front door. To our surprise, the store also had a large display of outdoor furniture.
We selected a table with chairs, a lightweight sofa set and a double hammock. Mom decided to have them delivered Monday morning.
When we got home, I immediately installed locks on both doors, and now we could be sure that no unwanted guests would break in to disturb us. The whole day after that we had dinner at a nice restaurant and a movie to console ourselves.
Sunday morning my mom woke me up early, she was already dressed in her workout clothes, “Come on get up and get dressed, we have to stay in shape.” She said.
“Do we have to do that?” I grumbled, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“We haven’t had a decent run since we moved. I think it’s gotten fat and sitting behind a desk all day won’t do any good. Stay in bed, if that’s what you want, I’m going for a run before it gets hot.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll come.” I replied.
“I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. Want a cup of coffee first?”
I struggled out of bed and worked my way through the bathroom and in barely a minute I was sitting in the kitchen enjoying the instant coffee my mom had brewed. She droned on and on about gaining weight and how she’d gotten back into shape over the past few weeks, and in the right places I made noises of agreement from time to time to keep her conversation from flowing because of me.
We stretched in the backyard and then dug out through the tree-covered path. There was a bridge about a half mile away in the direction the road stretched, and Mom suggested it as a goal for our first long run, running to the bridge and back. Running to the bridge was easy, coming back was difficult. In the last quarter mile, we both started panting rapidly with our mouths wide open. Trudging into the backyard, we were sweating and opening our mouths wide like a steam locomotive gasping for air.
Mom ran over to fill the big tub with hot water first, and after the shower rinsed off the sweat, we slid in and began to soak. We realized two things, our bodies were really letting us down and we never had to try to have sex underwater again.
After breakfast, we sat in the backyard and scrambled through an exhausting morning. Mom talked about the new lawn furniture and how she was going to place them, and I had long ago learned to agree with her that where it was better to place chairs or a table was an argument I would never win.
Soon the pace of the conversation slowed and we began to sit each absorbed in our own thoughts. The indentation in the lawn where we had made love yesterday, where the grass still fell over and looked like a large speck from a distance, I stared at it, thinking about what Mom had said about the gas meter reader. I imagined the astonished face of a stranger on the sidelines, if he were confronted with this scene, seeing a teenager and a woman in her thirties rolling and cuddling together in the lawn… Laughter welled up uncontrollably, and I began to laugh out loud.
Mom looked at me thinking I had lost my mind and asked, “Would you like to share this joke?”
When I was finally able to control myself a little I replied, “I merely noticed the grass, which we overtopped yesterday, and thought about what you said about the meter reader. I imagine how he would look if he actually found us.”
A short giggle preceded Mom’s words, “Funny, isn’t it?”
“I want to try the hammock, that’s what prompted me to do that yesterday.”
“It will be here tomorrow, maybe we should christen it tomorrow night, Paul.”
“How did you come up with sex in a hammock, Mom?”
“There was an incident that happened when I was a teenage girl. Want to hear about it?”
“Wash your ears.”
“One night it was so hot that I couldn’t sleep in the house, so I was going to try the chaise lounge in the back yard where it was cooler. I was just about to fall asleep when I was awakened by someone whispering in the next yard. I listened for a short while and could hear that it was my girlfriend next door and her boyfriend. The conversation was very interesting and my curiosity was best satisfied. I didn’t just want to hear it, I wanted to see it, so I quietly got up and tiptoed over to the top of the short hedge at the edge of the yard, where I could see the two people in the hammock quite clearly. I could not see them in detail, but from their posture I knew that they were affectionately embracing and kissing.”
“The peeping and eavesdropping made me feel particularly aroused, and then even more aroused, so much so that I had to put my hand down my pants to masturbate. I had just poked my fingers in when I saw them climb out of the hammock, strip naked, and climb back in for sex. In the darkness, I crouched there, my fingers going in and out, thinking furiously that I was the girl who was in the hammock, and just as I was about to climax, bright lights flashed on the back porch, and the girl’s father came out and grabbed them, and I had an incredibly overwhelming orgasm as he yelled at them.”
“Later on while I was masturbating, I would visualize this backyard scene to heighten my arousal. I guess every teenage boy and girl uses something or other to stimulate arousal. Don’t you?”
Mom’s question took me by surprise and I felt my face redden with embarrassment. She gazed at me with an ambiguous smile on her face, as if she knew a secret. As mom went on, my mind went blank and I didn’t know what to say.
“I know you masturbate. I’m leaking my business to you, we’re like two curious children, I’m going to unearth the depths of your being, will you let me see it?” With her question was a series of giggles.
Talking about this topic with my own mother was difficult, even if she liked to unearth it, but I answered honestly, “I have one of Dad’s old magazines, and I usually read it in the bathroom.”
“Do you ever fantasize about me?”
After the previous confession, the next step was easier, and I had to be honest: “Yes, I fantasized about it. I saw it when you were careless after your bath… and then I desperately tried to remember what I had seen of your naked body before.”
“Never thought about coming clean to your mom?”
“Unlikely, but it all amazes me.”
“I know about your little show in the restroom. I heard you in there the other day, but I didn’t know if I should say anything. As I was thinking about it, I snapped to the realization that I was so turned on by myself that I had to masturbate to relieve myself. Another day, while I was cleaning your room, I found your magazine and I looked through it page by page, imagining you sitting in the bathroom looking at the same images. I erotically lay on your bed and reveled in the smell of your pillow. Later, when I had the chance, I would lie on your bed and soothe myself, letting my imagination run free. See, isn’t your mom a badass woman?”
“What you said reminds me of Uncle Bourne’s cabin, on that morning when I had my accident on your panties. As I was changing clothes I found your panties lying in the laundry basket. As I examined them I realized that you had almost the same arousal that I had. And the smell of your panties turned me on especially.”
Mom smiled softly at my confession, then fell into silence, she seemed very confused. Finally she asked, “Have you ever regretted the beginning of our relationship?”
“No, I just regret that we didn’t discover each other sooner. Think about it, how much time we wasted.”
“Paul, for you it may be simple and easy, but for me it is not, and I must first forget a little of what I have accepted before. Before we really took this decisive step, I had reckoned that we were sure to fall in love as young boys and girls do. At any rate, I wish us both happiness; God alone knows we have had too much unhappiness.”
“Mom, I know I am happy, and I am more than content to have you beside me when I wake up, and at the end of the day when you lie beside me full of tenderness and love. I don’t know how to articulate all of this accurately, but if we remain separate, our desires will cause problems between us. One thing is for sure, I have grown so, so much this summer.”
“You have indeed grown up. This move from start to finish, I don’t know if I could have done it without your assistance, it would have been a different situation. It was a huge, tedious job, and as your mom, you made me proud. I think we’ve both grown up a bit and I’ve become to start appreciating you and the amazing man you’ve become.”
We were interrupted by the phone ringing, mom got up and went inside to answer it, she came back in a few minutes: “I have to go to the office to finish a report. I was going to finish it on Wednesday, but the meeting has been moved up to tomorrow. Are you coming along to give me a hand, or do you want to stay here?”
“I’ll go with you if I can help.” I replied.
“You sure came in handy, lots of crunching numbers!”
Mom called her secretary, Debbie, and we set up a meeting place with her on the way to the office.
The three of us spent the rest of that day and part of the evening writing this final result on Mom’s report. It was almost nine o’clock when Debbie finished typing the final copy.
“Is everyone as hungry as I am?” Mom asked.
“Our lunch sandwiches were digested at six.” I replied.
“How are you doing?” Mom asked Debbie.
“I could eat a cow.”
“Know of any good places to go at this time of year, Debbie?” Mom asked.
“Chinese flavors, Mexican flavors, or American flavors?”
“Your choice, whatever.” Mom replied.
Debbie took us to a very nice Mexican restaurant where the usher directed us to a quiet table where we could talk easily. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was enlivened by Debbie from time to time between meals. We were both so hungry that we didn’t start to talk for a few minutes until the end of the meal. While the table was being cleared Mom ordered some fresh drinks and each of us felt relaxed.
“Debbie, thank you for all the help you’ve given me in the past. I’m sorry to bother you again on Sunday.”
“It’s nothing, and there’s nothing I have to do anyway.”
“Thanks for coming to help anyway.”
“I knew you’d be looking for me this weekend.”
“What was that for?” Mom asked.
“Can you keep this a secret?” Debbie asked.
“If you want me that way.”
“Remember John? The guy who fingered you when you submitted your ingenious proposal. His secretary and I are good friends and we usually go to breakfast together every Sunday morning. This morning she told me that John knew on Friday that the schedule had changed and thought he had notified you. She asked me if I had worked overtime yesterday to finish that report, and I told her no, after which we both rushed off. John waited until today to tell you, just hoping you wouldn’t make it. He called you ‘that country woman’ behind your back. My friends and I are angry about it. All the secretaries want to see you do better; you’re the first woman in this company to get such a high position, and if you do well, it opens the door for us, too.”
“I knew he was hostile to me, but I never thought he would be so blatant. Thank you for bringing us here to enjoy the beautiful meal, and Paul would have thanked you for your help, without you we’d still be bustling around the office at this point.”
“Totally, Mom.”
Debbie gazed at me for a short while before speaking : “Paul, I’m amazed at you, in reporting that you’ve done so many assignments. You are quite intelligent and very beautiful.”
I felt my face flush all the way to my ears, “Thanks.” I even stuttered a little.
We went home immediately after we broke up with Debbie and planted ourselves in bed exhausted. I slept like the dead until the next morning when I heard my mom busy in the bedroom. I got up and went to make coffee while she got ready. We grabbed a cup of coffee before she left and I kissed her goodbye and wished her luck.
I decided to go for a morning run after my mom left for work. It was a beautiful morning, the breeze sent a cool breeze as I dug out onto that wooded path. I tentatively ran across the bridge, and as I turned around and ran back, I was met by a man who gave me a friendly wave and we continued our respective morning walks.
It was my last day before school started and I had to get up earlier if I wanted to keep running in the morning. I also had to wake my mom up earlier if she wanted to run with me. This potentially presented a dilemma, and there were many times when she was usually in the throes of spring when I woke her up earlier. Hardly any child my age would have had this dilemma.
I thought about those mornings as I ran. Mom slept in just a short nightgown, no panties or bra, and I slept even more naked. We usually hugged and kissed tightly as I awoke mom, and I could even feel the urgency of my morning erection then, thrusting into the thick pubic hair between her legs as excitement gripped me. Things usually progressed into oblivious top penetration and playful dodging, beginning with facsimile rapes and counter-rapes until the final raging lovemaking. Maybe I’d better reconsider how I should wake her up, and I’m sure there was some of me to blame for Mom waking up so amorous.
I ran to the back door, and as I stood outside, I was sweating and panting to the limit. There was still a long day to wait before mom came home…