Call Me Mom

by Vera (OR)

“Mom … do you have any cigarettes?” Jim called out, standing outside the door of his mom’s bedroom. It was eight o’clock, so he knew that she would be awake.

“Yes,” she called back.

He opened the door and was surprised to see his mom sitting on the bed naked.

“Oh!” he said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

His mom laughed. “That’s all right. I should have said – don’t come in.”

“Um … well, I can come back,” Jims told her a bit sheepishly.

“No. That’s all right. You’ve seen everything now,” she said and rolled her eyes, looking more amused than anywhere near genuinely embarrassed. “I was just about to have a cigarette. Do you want to come in and take your clothes off and join me?” She teased and then added, Or I can put some clothes on if you’re embarrassed.”

“No …” Jim said slowly, not entirely sure. “I … I could take mine off.”

He was barefoot and just wearing jeans and a t-shirt so it was a simply matter of dispensing with what he had on. When he had, he drew in a breath. Not this his mom was paying much attention as she was lighting a cigarette. He sat on the bed next to her and took a cigarette from the pack and lit it. She moved an ashtray over. It was just a plastic one, yellow, with an orange interior, but it was right and cheerful and almost festive, as minor as it was. But somehow it seemed to go with the careless mood at that moment.

Leah smiled at her son in a pleased way. “This is nice,” she said.

“Yeah,” Jim agreed, even if doing so somewhat modestly. They had never been naked together before, and there was a kind of inviting sort of openness and honest about it, just being themselves together like that.

Obviously, his mom did not have a problem with being naked or being seen naked. But then she was this kind of easy going, confident sort of person. She certainly had become much more so since she and his father had divorced a year ago. She was forty-two, had short blonde hair cut in a non-fussy shaggy style and was attractive, with a rounded physique. She had medium sized breasts and rosy pink nipples, and a patch of darker sandy public hair.

Just six months ago she had found a nice house that was on the edge of town, in the country where it was green and quiet and peaceful as well as beautiful. Jim was still living at home while he attended a local college, so naturally he had moved with her. It was different from where they had lived and his mom liked that, especially as she now worked from home and was doing quite well at that.

Jim liked the changes he saw in his mom. He knew that she and his dad had not gotten along for some time, and frankly he had never gotten along very well with his dad. So, to see her start to enjoy having a new life was very good.

“You know … this could be habit forming,” Leah said.

“What? Smoking? I think it is.”

“No,” she chided. “Being together like this. I could never do this with your father.”

“Dad? No, I couldn’t imagine him doing anything like this. He’s too uptight.” Jim had to smile. “He used to get on me about just going barefoot.”

“He never liked me going barefoot. He thought that people were meant to wear shoes all the time.”

“That’s dad.”

Mindfully she added, “Although I know that mothers and sons aren’t supposed to enjoy doing things like this together.”

“Well, who’s going to know?”

“Hopefully nobody,” she said. Leah considered this. “Although nobody out here really knows that you’re my son. So they can just think whatever they wanted … that I have a younger man.” She smiled, finding this an amusing thought.

“That’s true,” Jim said and he smiled, too.

“I mean … if someone saw us naked together. Then it wouldn’t … well, seem so untoward,” she said, choosing an appropriate word.

“I’ll just have to pretend not to be your son.”

“That’s kind of like giving up your mom,” she said.

“Not really. You’ll still be my mom. You’ll always be my mom.” Jim thought about this. “Maybe I should start calling you Leah.”

“That’s fine with me. I don’t have a problem with that. It is my name.” She added, “And I suppose that if we’re going to look like not mother and son, that would be better.”

They both grinned over the idea and his mom gave him a loving look and he looked back at her, and they finished their cigarettes.

As he sat there, Jim suddenly felt his penis responding. He had been trying not to let that happen, but he was getting an erection in spite of his best efforts. And suddenly he seemed even more aware of his mom’s inviting nakedness and that only encourage his development.

He saw his mom noticing and he blushed. “Sorry about that. I was trying to keep it down.”

“That’s all right. You don’t have to be embarrassed,” she told him. “It’s rather flattering to have my son get an erection with me.”

“Oh,” Jim said. He blushed a little bit more, although glad that his mom was not upset by his arousal. Especially considering just how big and stiff his penis was, spearing up from between his legs in a healthy display. Its shape was smooth and curved, with a broad tip that was expanded impressively out.

“In fact,” she confessed, now appearing just a bit modest herself, “I find it quite attractive.”

“You do?”

“Yes. It’s … well, quite enticing to see my son having a boner.”

“It is?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirmed.

They looked at one another and leaned close to let their lips touch.

In just a moment more Jim found himself on top of her with his erection fully inserted into her vagina.

“Oh, Jim …” she breathed feeling his maleness inside of her.

“Leah …” he said.

“Call me mom. Call me mom while you fuck me … its’ so special to be doing this with my son.”

“Okay, mom.”

In a few minutes Jim helps his mom to have a very intense and much needed orgasm, and then he ejaculated in her to consummate their intimacy. It was all so wonderful.

This story is very based on my relationship with my son.

I read others on here that I thought were so romantic and sexy and wonderful, so I thought that I would write this up and share it.