Dad Comes Out

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While working remotely in my home office, I received a call one Friday afternoon. I answered, seeing that it was my mother calling.

"Hi, Mom. What's up?"

"Oh, Honey... I just can't believe it." Mom answered with a shaky voice, one I knew meant she had been crying.

"Mom, what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't even say it on the phone. Would you mind if I came over in a bit? Maybe stay the weekend?" Mom asks quietly, this rawness in her voice.

"Of course, Mom. What time were you thinking? I should be done with my work in about an hour. Will that work for you?" I ask in my most comforting voice.

"Yes, Baby, that will be fine. I just have to get out of this house. And the news I have needs to be told to you face to face anyway." She sighs loudly.

"Okay, Mom. Get some things together and come on over when you're ready. When I finish, we can sit down and talk. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Yes, Baby. See you soon," she replies. I hear her start to cry again as the line goes dead.

As I put down my cell phone, I wondered what my father had done now. My father has never been a very accessible man. He always felt closed off and emotionally distant, which I never understood growing up and, I guess, even now. I will find out when Mom gets here, so I better get finished quickly.

Fortunately, the pandemic did one good thing for IT professionals like me. It allowed us more freedom to work from home and not have to work directly inside the buildings or companies we worked for. A couple of days a week, I could work from home and troubleshoot the systems my team and I monitored, plus do Help Desk tasks for anyone in-house needing things such as password resets, setting up new emails, and the like. I was also responsible for generating a few reports for the supervisor to assess the network health and Help Desk usage tasks and times.

Just as I finished my report and emailed it to my boss, completing my day, the doorbell rang. It had to be Mom, I wasn't expecting anyone else. I logged off my laptop and went to get the door. I opened the door and almost didn't recognize my mother. The normally impeccably dressed professional that Mom is stood there in baggy sweatpants and an old sweatshirt of mine from college. Her cheeks were ruddy from crying. I could even see where she had tried to wipe the last tears away as smeared tracks of moisture still lay on her cheeks. I simply opened my arms, and Mom rushed into them, starting to cry again.

I held Mom at the open door for a few minutes while she cried before trying in vain to pull herself together. I pulled back, looking into her hurt face, and said, "Go on into the living room, Mom. I'll get your bag into the guest room and meet you there." She nodded and walked into my apartment like a zombie. I grabbed her fairly hefty 'overnight' bag and carried it into my home office/guest room. I returned to Mom moments later to join her on the couch.

I wrapped my arms around her again, and her tears returned in full force. I held her, quietly rocking her like she had done for me as a child to help calm her. I also rubbed her back, alternating hands occasionally. After a few minutes, I realized I didn't feel a bra strap under the sweatshirt and wondered if Mom was not wearing underwear at all. I let that thought go for now and simply continued to hold and calm her.

After about another fifteen minutes, Mom seemed to cry herself out, but she kept hold of me, and I returned the favor. In another ten minutes, maybe, her arms loosened, and she pulled back to look at me with an extremely sad look on her face. I leaned in and gave Mom an 'Eskimo kiss,' rubbing the tips of our noses together, being a little silly and affectionate, like we did most of my life. Still now, at 24 and 44, my Mom and I are very affectionate and loving. The kiss brings a little smile to the corners of her mouth before she lets out an incredibly deep sigh.

"Your father told me he is gay and wants a divorce," Mom said all of a sudden.

"What?" I say, knowing what she said couldn't be right.

She sighed heavily again, then said, "He says that he always has been and had been lying to himself and everybody around because his father made him feel like a freak. So he buried his thoughts and feelings and 'Did the straight thing and got married, yada yada.' (using air quotes) But he does love us, just not as he should because he denied himself for so long." She sighs mightily again before continuing. "He has also been having a secret relationship with another closeted man in his office building. They have decided to come out and 'let the chips fall where they may,' he said."

I pulled a shattered Mom back into me and hugged her hard, and she did me too. We held each other like that for a long while. When we finally released, I noticed it was getting dark, and I hadn't started dinner. I no longer felt like cooking, but we still needed to eat. I decided it would be a splurge on delivery food night and untangled from Mom for a minute to go grab my cell phone. She looked at me in curiosity when I pulled her arms from me, but as I was already on the phone on my way back, she understood and gave me a tiny smile.

"Yes, I want to place an order for delivery. Yes, that's me. Okay, I want an extra-large Papa's Hawaiian. Add banana peppers and extra pepperoncinis, please. That's fine. Please apply that to my card on file. Thanks. See the driver in 45 minutes, great. Good night." I grin at Mom while ordering our favorite pizza. Setting my phone down on the coffee table, I step over to the refrigerator, grab us two Twisted Iced Teas, and bring them back to the couch. I pop one open and hand it to Mom. She smiles slightly and takes a big swig.

I joined her, needing the fortification after the news we had just shared. After I sat down next to her, we cuddled again and continued to sip our drinks.

"He makes me feel like I wasted my whole adult life loving him." Mom finally says quietly.

"It wasn't wasted, Mom. After all, you got me out of the deal, and I love you enough for both me and him." I squeeze her to me with my arm wrapped around her shoulders. She sighs.

"I know you love me, Wade. But it's not the same exactly. I know you mean well, but Mom just needs time to process it. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom. In the meantime, how about we gorge ourselves on pizza and beer?" I reply, my smile turning to a grin. She grins back, and we 'clink' our cans together before taking another big swig.

I grab the TV remote, fire up Netflix, and find a funny movie to watch. I put on Adam Sandler's 'Grown-ups,' knowing Mom probably hasn't seen it and that she needs a good laugh. When the opening scene is over and the movie switches to the grown-up versions of the guys, my doorbell rings. I pause the movie and answer the door, grabbing some cash for the tip.

I open the door to see a familiar smiling face and say, "Hi, Gretchen. You got my pie, I see." She smiles as I take the pizza and hand her the tip, peeling off an extra Five. We dated a bit, but it wasn't right for both of us, and we were able to part as friends. We still hook up from time to time for some friends-with-benefits action, but nothing more. Gretchen is a statuesque blonde at 5'9" tall and about 115#. She has a fantastic body that I've seen both clothed in various ways and especially in naked perfection. Her looks aside, she is also a black belt in Aikido, which has come in handy, she told me when delivering a few times.

"Evening, Wade. I took your delivery from Billy when I saw your name come across the delivery teleprompter. Would you like some company tonight? I'm off in another hour." Gretchen asked with a wink.

"Sorry, Gretch. My Mom is here, and we are dealing with a family crisis. Maybe next time, okay?" I say, smiling at my sometimes lover.

She grins back, nodding at my plan for the future. "No problem. Take care of your Mom, Wade. I'm glad you are such a good man and that your priorities are in the proper order. It's what drew you to me initially, anyway." She strokes my hand gently as she accepts the tip. Smiling more, she turns away to head for her next delivery.

I grin as I watch her tight ass walk away before taking the pie into my mom and the couch. I grab a couple more 'Teas' and park on the couch with Mom. Looking at each other with renewed grins as we hunch over the pizza, lightly elbowing each other, being silly to get to the pizza first. I open the box, and we both reach for our first slices. I intentionally go for the same one as Mom for a brief, silly tug-of-war before letting Mom have the slice with her giggling at us returning to being us.

We inhale those first slices to many 'mmm's and 'yums.' Between the first and second slices, I unpause the movie. We continue to watch the film as the pizza is decimated. There are three pieces left when we finally come up for air. Our second tea is gone, too. We grin at each other, both of us rubbing very full bellies. When the movie finishes, we dispose of the box and put the leftovers in the fridge.

I send Mom off to get a shower first before we retire for the night. When I hear the shower turn off, I kill the TV and head to my room for clean clothes before bed. Underwear in hand, I head for the bathroom only to run straight into Mom coming out in only a towel. Her towel falls off, and I stand there gawking at my naked mother for a few seconds. She squeals lightly, trying to cover herself. I reach down, still looking at Mom, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her.

I hadn't seen Mom naked in at least a decade, and I don't remember her looking so good, but I know I wasn't paying attention then either. Mom's mature beauty is stunning. Her semi-petite frame at 5'5" tall, all wrapped in a tight package of obviously toned and sculpted body, is perfect. Her breasts sat high and untouched by gravity and age. I guessed them to be about 36C like Gretchen's are. Her waist is trim, sloping into a shapely set of mature hips. The whole effect gave me the beginnings of an erection.

After wrapping her in her towel, I kissed her cheek and smiled as she slipped by to her guest bedroom with a slight smile on her face, too. I watch as Mom walks to the room, her butt swaying slightly. I think, 'Is she doing that on purpose?' I shake my head at the thought and head inside to get my shower before bed. After a quick clean-up, I brushed my teeth and headed to bed. I passed Mom's room on the way, and the door was slightly open as I peeked in to check on Mom. She is standing there in a fairly skimpy nightie, applying lotion to her legs. The panties barely covered her delicious ass. Her legs are stunning as they flex, and her muscles tighten and relax as she moves and applies her lotion.

I shake my head at myself for checking out my Mom. I step back a bit and knock on the door lightly. "Come in, Honey."

"Just checking in on you to make sure you have everything to be comfy?" I said as I returned my gaze to Mom's prominent shapely butt. I think she may have noticed as she wiggles it a bit before standing up to face me with a slight smile.

"I'm fine, Wade Honey. If I get cold or need another blanket, I know where your linen closet is." She steps to me, hugging me tightly. Her firm tits pressing into my chest. I'm not sure, but I think her nipples are hard, too. I wrap my arms around Mom and kiss her cheek again before letting go reluctantly.

"I had a good night with you, Baby. I know I will get through this thing with your Dad, but I will need some time to figure everything out, okay?" She kisses my cheek, too, but it is a little closer to the corner of my lips than mine. I don't mind at all.

Seeing Mom from the front, I realize how sexy her nightie is as her tits are almost but not quite showing, her cleavage though, is impressive. The panties cover her front a little better than the back's more sheer panel. Mom is sexy, and I never really knew it until now. I gave her a nod to her statement and said, "Okay, Mom, goodnight. I'll see you in the morning." I back out of the room, watching Mom slip into bed. 'Damn, she's so sexy. How could Dad be gay after sleeping with that for more than twenty years? Oh well, his loss, but I do hope he finds happiness, too.' I slip into my bed and fall asleep pretty quickly. I do not yet realize two things: I have a boner, and I dream of Mom throughout the night.

Wade's mom has a bit more trouble getting to sleep with everything she remembers over the more than two decades with her husband. She saw her son checking her out, and right before he knocked on the bedroom door. She was confused in so many ways that it took nearly thirty minutes to get to sleep. She, too, dreams that night. The difference is that, in the morning, she remembers flashes of them, of her and her loving son being intimate. She wonders what it might be like, but, like her son the night before, she shakes her head, brushing the thoughts away.

We met in the kitchen the following morning, and I noticed Mom was wearing a small robe over her sexy nightie. I slipped on some light workout shorts over my skivvies and a T-shirt with an IT joke on it. The joke is a cartoon of an IT guy answering a caller, telling them in a voice bubble, "Yes, sir, it's an I D 10 T error. You should correct it by turning off your computer and waiting."

Mom sees my shirt and chuckles, knowing the joke, as she also works extensively with computers at her job. I kiss her cheek again and give her another small hug. Mom kisses Wade the same way she kissed him last night, just off the corner of his mouth, lingering slightly.

We worked together to make coffee and toast while frying a big batch of scrambled eggs to share. After breakfast, we dressed for a day out and went for a walk through my neighborhood and its park. We returned home near Noon and again worked together to make lunch. After the sandwiches were ready and some chips were poured into a bowl to share, I grabbed a couple more 'Teas,' and we had lunch. After lunch, we watched a couple more movies before my suggesting dinner out late in the afternoon.

We decided on a low-key dinner and went to a nearby Texas Roadhouse for steaks and baked potatoes. We both wore jeans, and Mom also switched to one of my IT T-shirts. Her breasts stretched the material pleasantly. She looked adorable, and with her auburn hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, she looked ten years younger, maybe more. We cabbed it over so we wouldn't have to worry about driving home, as we both planned on a couple more beers with dinner.

Looking across the table at Mom, no one would guess she was my mother. As cute as she looked, I decided to treat her like my date. I asked for a booth, and we slid on opposite sides. When the waiter arrived, I ordered more Twisted Teas, this time with Peach. We checked the menus and decided on our food while the waiter brought our drinks.

When he returned, I put on my best 'boyfriend' voice and said, "And what are you going to have, Adrian?" I grinned big at using Mom's first name, and she smiled cutely back. She gave her order to the waiter, and I provided mine. We both got Ribeyes with sauteed onions, loaded baked potatoes with a side salad, and Blue Cheese dressing, plus extra on the side. Dinner was phenomenal, and the company and conversation flowed smoothly. We discussed what we had been doing at work, and not a word was said about Dad. I continued to call her by name, to which she continued to smile.

We went home after a dessert of Dutch Apple pie à la mode and a short walk before catching a cab.

We got ready for bed just as we did the night before, including my seeing her in the bathroom and her bedroom in her skimpy nightie again. Once again, I had a chub, but I realized it this time and wasn't sure if I minded. Mom got an eyeful, too, and she didn't mind. We hugged and kissed again before bed, both our kisses on the edge of our lips. Unknowingly, we both dreamt again of the other and had vague remembrances in the morning.

The next morning was a near-perfect repeat, but we both decided on juice instead of coffee. We watched some awful morning TV afterward and more sandwiches at lunchtime. After lunch, Mom asked a favor.

"Would you mind if I stayed here more than the weekend, Wade?" Mom asked sheepishly.

"Of course not, Mom. Why would you think I would mind?" I replied.

"I heard your exchange with the pizza girl and realized my staying here might put a crimp in your 'social' calendar." She says, grinning broadly but with a bit of anxiousness.

I chuckled before replying, "Gretchen and I used to date, but now we just get together occasionally to take care of those physical needs when not seeing someone. It's fine for you to stay here, Mom. Besides, I love having you here, too." I lean over and kiss her cheek again.

She smiles at my explanation and assurance that she is wanted there. Then, as has been her norm this visit, she kisses my cheek again, right next to my lips, maybe a millimeter closer.

"Then, can I ask for another favor?" She says with more anxiety in her face and voice.

To allay her fears, I quip, "Oh, here it comes. First, one favor than another and another." I grin at the end, telling her I'm kidding big time.

Mom laughs lightly at my poking fun at her before saying, "I was hoping you would go with me to get more of my stuff from the house. I don't want to see your father alone. I just want to get in and out as quickly as possible."

"Okay, Mom. When were you thinking of going?"

"Is now too soon?" She replies.

"Nope. Let's do it. The sooner we return, the more you can get moved in, and we can work on dinner. Sound like a plan?"

"I love you, Wade. Thanks for helping out your old Mom."

"Old my ass. You didn't see all the guys checking you out and the winks I got from a few thinking I was a lucky man with such a gorgeous date. But they were right, I am a lucky man, but not for the reasons they thought. And I love you too, Adrian, my wonderful mother and cute-as-a-button date." I grinned broadly, meaning every word. Mom smiled back, and after I stood and offered a hand up, she kissed me again. This time directly on the lips.

"My date was a pretty special and handsome young man, too. How did I get so lucky to have at least one man in my life who thinks the world of me?"

"You gave birth to him, so it's kind of required. It comes with the job of a loving son." I grin big again, and Mom giggles.

Holding hands still, we grab our respective needs before heading out the door. We drive over in Mom's car and park up the street for a minute, scoping out the house. Not seeing Dad's car, we pulled into the driveway and climbed out, looking at the house with similar thoughts of past times in this house as a family. Adrian wonders how she didn't see the signs, and I wonder what will happen now. We looked at each other and shrugged before heading inside.

Once inside with the door closed, I asked, "So what are we here for, Mom? Obviously, not furniture and stuff, but what do you have in mind?"

"Mostly, a good amount of my work clothes and such. More underthings and comfy clothes. I can't keep borrowing yours."

"You can borrow anything of mine you need, Mom. You don't have to ask either. Just don't keep it like Gretchen did with a few of my T-shirts. Hint, hint, wink, wink." I tell her, grinning like a fool at the end.

"You mean I can't keep the shirt from last night? Well damn." Mom grins back at me. We hug again, laughing at our shared silliness.

We head to her bedroom to get many of her work clothes. I take her pantsuits and work skirts on hangers to the car. She keeps a hanger bar in the trunk for the few work travel trips she has on occasion. After getting the bar up and the clothes hung, I returned inside to Mom's packing a suitcase with her blouses and underthings. The underthings I see are quite frilly and sexy. I briefly imagined Mom wearing some of them for me before shaking the thought away. She points me to a few more hanging items, and I hump them to the car.

Soon, she has the suitcase packed and a gym bag beside it that I know has Mom's workout clothes and maybe a few towels. After getting that into the trunk, we head back to my place and hump it all into my house and into the closet or on the bed for Mom to handle later.

After the car was unloaded, we rested for a few minutes. I offered to help Mom put her things away, but she said, "No thanks, as I will have to figure out where to put things myself to find them later."

While she goes to do her unpacking, I veg out in front of the TV to some local sports action. About thirty minutes later, Mom comes out looking a little tired and flops down next to me. Her eyes start to droop a little, and she slides down the couch, laying her head on my lap. Minutes later, I heard a cute light snoring coming from her. I smile and continue to watch TV, flipping channels around as things don't interest me.

About an hour later, without realizing it, I'm gently caressing Mom's tight tummy with my left hand and her hair with the other. Occasionally, my left hand slides a little high, and I bump into her firm breasts. My distracted touching continues, and I fail to realize that Mom isn't snoring anymore.

Adrian lies there, not remembering her husband ever being this affectionate and gentle. She lies there with her eyes closed, just enjoying Wade's hands upon her body and finger combing her hair now, her ponytail having been pulled free earlier. After another ten minutes, Adrian stretches and moans her wakefulness. She sits back up and looks at Wade, smiling before cuddling into his side under his left arm.

"So what have you been up to while Mom was apparently napping?" Adrian asks.

"Just channel surfing. Not much on worth a damn on on a Sunday." I reply. "Are you ready to make dinner? It's getting near that time."

She snuggles in a little tighter and replies, "Nope. I'm liking it right here at the moment. Give me a few more minutes to snuggle with my weekend 'date' before making your old Mom make dinner."

I laugh at the 'Old Mom' reference again and repeat last night's response. "Old my ass." She chuckles with me.

Another fifteen minutes pass, and Mom sits back up, my arm still around her shoulders. She kisses me again, this time on the lips, lingering slightly. We hug tightly afterward, holding hands. We stand up and head for the kitchen. We put together a simple pasta dinner with salad. We retreat to the couch after the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher. More TV consumes the evening before heading off for showers and bed since we both have work in the morning.

This becomes the routine over the next several days, short evenings on work days, and a lot of time together after work on all days. The following Friday evening, we go out to dinner again, playing up the 'date night' antics from the week before. This time, going to Appleby's for Margaritas and Loaded Nachos before sharing a taco sampler platter. Again, Mom looks like my girlfriend, and I have to admit to liking the idea. I get more winks while Mom gets more looks from both guys and a few gals. I subtly point out a few guys and one gal, and Mom (Adrian) blushes lightly. I take her hand and squeeze. We hold hands most of the night afterward.

After dinner, we head to the local Cineplex and catch a movie. Mom is excited as she hasn't been out on a date to the movies in 'forever,' she gushes. So, to compensate, I go all out with candy, popcorn, and a huge drink to share. Mom grins like the young woman she appears. We get into some somewhat isolated seats and sit snuggled again with the popcorn bucket in my lap, the drink in the cupholder to my left, and the candy in the holder on Adrian's right. We watch a Rom-Com, much to my chagrin, even with playing up the 'girlfriend' part. I don't mind too badly with Adrian snuggling in tight to me. After the movie, we walked inside the theater a bit, checking out the movie posters from old classics and upcoming features. When we finish with that, we head home.

We take showers as we have been, with my peeking at Mom, which seems to have become my obsession. She smiles to herself, unknownly to me, catching me in the mirror's reflection each time. Tonight, she takes it a step further by coming back into the bathroom while I'm showering on some unknown task. She gets her peek at me in return for my peeking at her before returning to her room, unbeknownst to me.

When I head back to my room and stop to say goodnight, Mom is applying her lotion again like that first night with her butt facing the door more. She happily hums and wiggles along to her own tune. The erotic vision gives me a raging hard-on in seconds. Adrian sees that in the mirror, too, with another smile to herself. We say goodnight with another hug and lips-on-lips kiss. My erection poking Mom's tummy.

We turned in shortly after that. Instead of slipping immediately to sleep, I lay back with my hands under my head and thought about our situation, mostly about Mom. Maybe thirty minutes later, I roll over and slip off to sleep. Sometime later, I felt the bed shift, and I looked over to see Mom had slipped into my bed but was facing away. She is asleep minutes later as I hear her familiar light snore. I mentally shrug and go back to sleep. This, too, becomes the new norm, and I don't mind that either.

This routine continues for two more weeks before Mom ends up cuddling up to me in bed, too. Another behavior I don't mind. It occurs to me, 'Shouldn't it bother me though? Sharing a bed with my mother in very little clothes, and both of us are likely sexually frustrated. I guess we will cross the bridge if it ever becomes an issue.'

A month into our cohabitation, it does become an issue that needs attention when Mom comes to bed naked. Without hesitation, she cuddles her naked form right up to me, even draping her right leg over mine. Her fantastic breasts pressed into my side, her nipples hard, and my cock immediately comes to attention. Once in place, Mom looks up at me and makes a kissy face. She wants me to kiss her. I can't say I don't want to either, but again, 'Should we?'

"Mom, what are we doing? Why are you naked? Do you really want me to kiss you like a man, not a son?" My cock trying to override my brain, pulses in eagerness to copulate with the woman beside it.

"Yes, Wade. Kiss me like I know you want to. I've seen you watch me every night since I came here, just like I have watched you since then, too. Now kiss your girlfriend, Adrian."

I leaned down and captured Mom's lower lip before mashing our lips together with heat behind it. She meets me with equal heat, and we kiss without reservation for many minutes, occasionally coming up for air before diving right back in. My right arm ends up behind Mom, and my left hand begins rubbing her upper arm gently. Mom begins running her fingers through my chest hair, randomly flicking my nipples. My left hand soon returns the favor as it moves to cup and caress Mom's right tit. When she flicks my nipple, I do the same to hers. A little moaning comes from us both.

As the heat continues to build, she begins lightly rubbing her crotch on my thigh. The wetness gathering to tell me she is more than a little aroused by now. I push my leg into her and receive a heavier moan from her for my efforts. My left hand leaves her breast to trail slowly down her tight abs to her wetness. I flick her bean lightly first. Mom breaks our kiss to moan loudly. After a few flicks and a few more gentle touches around it, I slip my middle finger into her soaked slit and straight into her hot, wet tunnel. Mom lets out an even louder moan and lifts her leg to give me better access.

We continue to kiss as I gently finger my mother to her first orgasm of the night. She moans into my ear with a hot, husky, and sexy voice. "Oh, yeah."

After her pussy stops pulsing and squeezing my finger, I slip it from her to bring it to my nose and mouth. After a deep inhale of her aroused scent, I slip the finger into my mouth, Mom watching every second. "Delicious," I say before kissing her hard. We moan together, knowing things will change, but we are not worried about that now.

I break the kiss to begin slipping down Mom's hot body. I stop and pleasure her with an attack on her breasts before slipping further down, under the covers, to her hot, moist womanhood, the very one I came out of. I know I will be back inside it very soon, too. That thought excites me further, but first, I must thoroughly taste the source of the ambrosia I recently enjoyed.

I flick Mom's bean again, using the tip of my tongue this time, to more lusty moans from her. Her hips slowly start gyrating, unconsciously searching for something to fill her vessel. I supply that something as my tongue slips between her slick folds and inside my mother's steaming pussy.

She moans out, "Oh, Wade."

I continue to gently lap at her entire center, starting at her center and working my way out to her outer lips and the crease between her pussy and thigh before returning the way I came. I nibble, lick, suck, and kiss both sets of lips and slurp her hole to more moans. I attend to Mom's hot hole until she cums on my tongue, and I slurp her ambrosia from her as she does. While she comes down from her orgasm, I slip up beside her to kiss her lips with her own taste still on them. She moans again lightly as we lock lips and swap tongues fervently.

With my cock as hard as I think it's ever been, I ask Mom, "Adrian, are you ready for me to be inside you again? Filling you with young hard cock like never before."

She moans loudly and replies, "Slip inside my tight pussy, Wade, and fill me with your cock and make me cum on it. I want your manhood deep inside me before you fill me with your seed. I need to feel wanted and desired deeply. Can you do that for me?" Mom asks while staring deeply into my eyes.

I simply smile, kiss her tenderly, and slip between her smooth-as-silk thighs. She spreads her legs wide, giving me total access to her love. I put the tip of my cock at her lips and rubbed up and down, wetting down my head and shaft before slowly pushing into her slick and ready love tunnel. The heat I feel with her is better and more intense than with any woman I've been with before tonight. Her tightness envelops me with gentle pulses along my shaft as I push in. We moan together as I penetrate my mother for the first time, one of many I fervently hoped for at this moment.

Bottoming out, I seat myself fully by rotating my hips in a circle, ensuring I'm in as far as I can go. Mom moans loudly in my right ear. "Oh, Wade, you fit perfectly, like you were made for me, not just from me."

I pull my head back, looking into her eyes, and say, "I love you, Adrian. You feel like the best woman I've ever had or ever will. I'm going to make love to you and show what a real man does with his woman. Do you want to be my woman, Adrian?"

"Make love to me and prove that love you claim." She smiles devilishly before finishing, "And I'll think about it." I grin at her before I start stroking in and out of her slick, hot, and tight womanhood.

"Standby, Mom. I'm gonna make you cum your brains out."

With that, I pick up to a nice moderate pace and force. When I bottom out, I grind my pubis into Mom's clit each time before withdrawing. She moans each time, and her breath becomes ragged in very little time. I lean in and kiss her repeatedly on the lips before moving off to her neck and around her ears. I use one hand to begin molesting her breasts, paying special attention to her hardened nipples. I pinch, flick, and pull them to even greater moans from Adrian. It takes maybe ten minutes or so, and Adrian cums in a nice, intense orgasm, her legs wrapped around my waist. Her moans are long and nearly wordless. The only clear thing is my name at the beginning. "Wade!"

I slow to a stroke every several seconds while she calms down. I return to kissing her lips and face tenderly, whispering her name, "Adrian, come back to me and let me love you." I kiss her neck again just below her ears to more light gasps.

"Oh, Wade, that was lovely. Will you do it again? Momma needs to cum some more." She says, finally looking into my loving eyes. The heat and love in hers are apparent.

"Well, maybe. Does that mean you will be MY woman and not... his?" I tease her back, fervently hoping her answer is 'yes.'

"Why would you want an old woman like me instead of a young, hot woman like Gretchen?" Mom asks, truly surprised that I want HER.

"Yes, I mean it, that I want YOU. I had Gretchen, but we didn't jell right, so we both moved on. I hadn't been with her or anyone in a few weeks before you came here. But you make me feel like the man I was meant to be. Your Man, if you'll have me." My passion is plainly on my face, in my voice, and in the harder, faster strokes I am putting into her still wonderfully tight box.

"Oh, Jesus, I love what you're doing to me. Yes, I will be your woman if this is the treatment I get." She then moans loudly as I bury myself to the root and grind her clit again.

"Oh, Fuck Yes!" I say as I pump into Adrian more and more. Her pussy pulsing with her building orgasm. I lift her legs gently, settling them on my shoulders as I power into her, pushing my cock into her that fraction more to increased moans from her and a near growl from me. As her orgasm approaches, she pulls me along with her, and I tell her, "I'm getting close, Mom."

"Put... it... inside... me... OH! YES! I'm Cuummmiiinnnggg!!!" Mom pulls me with her, and after five pulses of her pussy I cum, filling her with my cum load.

I let out a growling scream, "OH FUCK YES, MOM! I'M FILLING YOU WITH MY CUM!!!"

"I... can... feel... you... splattering... my... insides... Wade! I Love... You!" Adrian screams out.

As my cocks stops spitting and Adrian's pussy slows her pulsing. We can focus on each other's sweaty faces and smile at each other before leaning into a long, passion-filled kiss.

When our kiss breaks, I say, "My Girl."

"My Guy," Adrian responds quickly.

We have another deep kiss filled with all the passion within us at the moment.

We cuddled up like many nights before, but tonight, we recognized it was special by miles.

After some time, we made love again, and I filled my Mom, Adrian, and My Girl with another healthy load. Then it occurs to me as I pump her pussy full of another load.

"Mom, can I get you pregnant? I mean, am I getting you pregnant? I just came inside you twice. What's the chances of that happening?"

Adrian thinks about it briefly and replies slowly, "I guess it's possible. My last period was a bit over a week ago, and I'm not on birth control with your father not having touched me in over two years."

She then grins a naughty smile. "Would you LIKE that, Wade? To knock up your own mother?"

I look at her, seeing her naughty face but maybe a little want, too. "I would love to plow this fertile field until you are bursting with my child. On the other hand, we should probably get you divorced from Dad first. Showing up to your divorce hearing months pregnant might put your happy freedom at risk." I grin at her just as she grins back at me. We kiss to seal the plan. "What will you do in the meantime?" I ask, now worried slightly about a poorly timed pregnancy.

"I guess I should at least go rinse out my pussy of the enormous deposit you've made inside of me. And tomorrow, call and make an appointment with my OB for new birth control pills. That way, My Man can fill me up every time he makes love or fucks the shit out of me." Adrian replies with that mischievous look even bigger in her eyes.

"Well, if my girl wants to get the shit fucked out of her, I'm game. Do you think you can handle one more load, My Dear?"

"Make it rain," Adrian says with a very lusty grin.

I move to my knees and pull her up before flipping her over to her hands and knees. When she's in position, I slam right into her slippery fuck hole that's oozing my cum. She cries out, "OH FUCK! Pound me, Baby. Make Momma cum on your cock again."

Without responding, I move in to do that very thing by reaching up and grasping her by her shoulders to add that power. I begin pounding slowly to get my rhythm, then ramp up my speed until Adrain is screaming out in ecstasy.

"I'm cumming again on my son's cock, My Man's cock. Oh, Jesus H. Christ, I love You, Wade!" The slapping of our bodies together adds to the erotic soundtrack of this session. It starts my balls boiling, but I continue to abuse Adrian's pussy as requested. She squeals and screams out her pleasure in now wordless pleasure as I pummel her squishy, slippery pussy.

I am loving giving Adrian this pleasure, and on her third orgasm in this position, I join her and force a new load of cum into her already full snatch. 'Ahh, Bliss.' I think as I scream out, "Aaaaaahhhhh!" Adrian screams out, too, "Baaaabbbbyyyy!"

I collapse over her back as her knees collapse beneath us. This forces my cock in a little deeper to moans from us both with the effect of pushing out some of my cum around my embedded shaft. The resulting 'squish' sound makes us both start to laugh, like when kids hear a fart sound. I roll us to our sides and cuddle back up again.

"Did that meet with My Lady's approval?" I ask.

"Oh, God, yes. I would love to look forward to more of that on another night, day, morning, or middle of the night. But right now, your cum needs to be removed from my pussy before WE ARE pregnant. Okay?"

"Sure, Adrian Honey. It would be my pleasure to spritz your coochy clean. Shower, Baby?" I say while grinning like a fool. She laughs at the imagery it conjures.

"No fire hoses in my pretty pussy, Wade."

"Deal. Now let me get you a towel to hold that bucket load of cum I dumped in there so we don't make a mess of the carpets." We share another laugh and a kiss before I slip from her pussy and the bed. I return quickly with a warm, damp washcloth. She slips it in place over her well-fucked hole, and I help her from the bed and on into the shower. When she releases the washcloth, about a cup of cum comes flooding from her pussy.

We laugh at the extreme amount, but I say to her, "That's how excited you make me when we make love and have sex."

"Wow. It will be a miracle if I don't get pregnant if that's how much comes out. How much is still in there?"

"We shall see together... Mother." I give her an evil grin as I turn on the water and set it to the proper temp. Her shocked look is very fake, but oh so cute. We laugh again, and I take her in my arms for another steamy kiss. We break as she starts giggling again.

"More cum is making a break for it down my legs, and it tickles something awful."

I pull her a little tighter, saying, "So, I should hold you still while it tickles you unimpeded, right?"

"Oh, Wade! Let me go, it tickles so bad! Oh, I'll get you for this." She slaps her thighs together to spread the flow and smear it around her inner thighs. She realizes it feels pretty good and continues to rub her thighs together while also rubbing her crotch on mine. I'm down for the count for now, but I switch the shower wand to a slow pulsing massage and slip it under Adrian stimulating her clit as she rubs away. The pulsing jet slowly gets my beautiful lady off while beginning to clean her out.

When she cums and is cleaned up again, I sit her down on the stall bench. I get on my knees, lightly pushing her legs apart again before going down on her. I lap at her clit to get her juices flowing further before slipping my tongue into her honey hole to bring my lady off for a final time tonight. When she cums her thighs press lightly around my head, trapping me against her honey-drooling slit. Oh damn the bad luck. I lick her as clean as possible, thoroughly enjoying her sweet emissions and the moans she emits while I do.

"Jesus, Wade. Why you haven't got a girlfriend already, if not married with that talented dick and tongue, I don't know."

"But I do have a girlfriend. I just ate her pussy to a nice orgasm. Did you forget already?" I smile at her as I pull her to her feet and into a hot new kiss.

"God, No." She replies when the kiss breaks. "I'm just glad I don't have to compete with some young hottie for your affections."

"You did compete, though. And you won, hands down. Remember Gretchen? She is a wild cat in the sack, and I just couldn't keep up. Seriously though. I would choose you over any other woman out there. Yes, you are my mother, but YOU have loved me my whole life, probably even enough to compensate for Dad's behavior. I loved you for that then, and now I love you as a woman, My Woman. Please remember that, Adrian."

I held her in my arms as I said these things, kissing her again with love and passion. She responds with the same level of feeling as the water flows over us. When the kiss breaks, we clean up again before retiring to her bed. We sleep naked that first night and many after.

That next week, the folks have both retained lawyers and begun a very civil divorce proceeding. In the following three weeks, they agreed to sell the house and split the profits, 80% going to Mom since Dad admitted to infidelity. He just wants to move on with his new life, and Mom wants to be able to do the same. The furniture was split or agreed to be sold. Many of the pieces Mom picked came to replace my stuff as upgrades, including their King-size bed. The rest of their things are distributed equally. So, just over six weeks after Mom showed up at my door, they were divorced.

During that same time period, Mom and I continued to 'date.' I had never seen Mom so happy as when she was simply 'Adrian' out with her boyfriend. We made love most nights but were much more aggressive on date nights. We would move through multiple positions and locations throughout the apartment. We even went as far as introducing Mom as Adrian to the few neighbors I knew and her as my girlfriend.

Months later, on Mom's 45th birthday, she told me, "I have a present for you, Wade."

"But it's your birthday, Mom. You are the one to get presents today."

She smiles at my sincere statement but replies, "Well, I guess my present is for us both. Tonight, you're going to knock up your mother and put your baby inside me." She grins mischievously at her own surprise. "You have loved me more than all the men before you put together in just a few short months. I'm ready to have another baby. I'm ready to have my boyfriend's baby. Your baby. My son's baby. Now take me to bed and make that our reality, Wade."

I stand there gaping at Adrian as she pronounces these basic facts to me. She then wraps herself around me and pushes herself up to kiss me passionately. It breaks my shock, and I pull her into me tightly, returning her kiss with equal passion. I break the kiss to sweep her up in my arms and carry her to our bedroom. We return to kissing on the way. When we arrived, I set her down, and we started to rapidly pull each other's clothes off.

When we both stand there naked, I pick her up again and, with an evil grin, toss her onto the bed with a little squeal. I follow her by crawling up the bed as she scoots backward towards the pillows, where she stops. I crawl my way up until our lips are just an inch or so apart. I look into her passion-filled eyes before descending on her whole body with my own lips first. We moaned into the kiss as we both knew what was coming next.

Adrian's legs part like the Red Sea, and I slip between them gladly. We lay there kissing with my cock lying across her belly, with it trapped between us. Soon, we begin moving slowly, Adrian's hips moving up and down, searching for my manhood to fill her. My balls bump into her opening several times before I tilt down, slipping my cock across her slick entrance. Mom reaches between our slip-sliding bodies and places my turgid pole at her hole, tugging on me to signal her readiness.

With another lingering kiss, I slip inside Adrian with the intention of making her cum over and over while planting my seed deep in her womb. I begin stroking slowly, drawing out the pleasure for both of us. After a few more minutes, I am pumping away at a steady pace as I watch Mom's face and her pleasure build. I continue the languid pace until she cums mildly on my cock. I kiss her deeply as she rides the waves of her orgasm, pumping even slower without stopping.

As her moans of ecstasy taper off, I say to her, "That's just the first of the love I plan on showing you, Adrian. My mother, and soon-to-be the mother of my first child. I love you, Mom. I love Adrian, the woman who became my girlfriend and the love of my life."

"Oh, Wade." The tears of happiness begin to stream down her face.

I return to stroking at my previous pace. After another few minutes, I ramp up to a faster, more robust pace. We soon hear the slapping of our bodies coming together in the sound of sexual fervor. Adrian's face flushes even deeper with passion at the new pace, and I feel another orgasm approaching as the pulsing from her pussy quickens and strengthens. When she crests this time, it's a huge one for her. I barely hold off until she is on the downhill side to feel my seed entering her again.

As I let go so she can feel me cumming, I tell her, "Here's the first of my love, Adrian. Today, we will spend the day making love to create our child. The child who will feel love from Both its parents. From this moment on. You are no longer my girlfriend, Adrian. You are my wife. I will give this to you as my real present. Our baby will be an extension of that love, not its reason."

Those tears return in a flood as I say these words of love to my mother, my woman, my wife, and the mother of our child. I kiss her deeply with all my love, and she returns it in equal measure. We continue to make love as well as fuck with energy and passion throughout the day. That evening, we went to dinner at an upscale restaurant to celebrate Adrian's birthday in style. We have champagne, oysters-on-the-halfshell, Filet Mignon with asparagus, and side salads.

As we clink our glasses in a toast, I say, "Happy Birthday to my beautiful Wife."

Adrian's eyes sparkle with slight tears and even more mischief. After dinner, we stroll a nearby riverwalk before heading home to more lovemaking. As an added surprise, I sweep Adrian off her feet to carry her over the threshold like a new bride. Her eyes light up when she realizes what I'm doing, and she kisses me passionately as I close the door before carrying her to our bed.

A few weeks later, Adrian came to me with a surprise: a positive pregnancy test. Our joy is through the roof as we see our love blooming further. We cuddle and kiss long and deeply before retiring to bed to make love even more, this time celebrating the pending birth of our child.