A Night with Mom © 2012 by Sasha Merin
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A Night with Mom
By Sasha Merin
I love rainy nights, especially when there’s a storm. That’ll always be the first thing I remember about that night. Our house had aluminum roofing and it would fill the house with the most soothing sound. Rolling thunder and the occasional lightning flash illuminating my room, I’d just sack out on the bed for hours and stare at the ceiling and listen. While my lights were off, I could still tell when the electricity cut out with the sound central air turning off. It was a pretty rare occurrence given we were on a high priority line, and invariably this meant my dad would be leaving soon. He worked at the electric company and our town had a horrible power line infrastructure so any time it rained he’d get called out for at least an hour. With a storm like this one, well he could be gone till the next day.
I heard his truck pulling out of the driveway and I knew mom would be pounding on my door soon. She hated it when the lights went out and if I weren’t home I imagine she’d have gone out into the storm and driven nearly an hour to her reach her friend Linda’s house. Fortunately for her I was home for the summer. I had just finished my freshmen year at college and was a good month into my break.
“Josh?” she called for me through my door. “You awake in there?” This was followed immediate by some persistent knocking, you know, just in case I wasn’t awake.
“Yeah,” I replied as I rolled off the bed. I heard the door creak open behind me as I started looking for a shirt to put on.
“Michael just left,” she said. “You have any batteries?” The flashlight she was carrying barely put out any light. She wore these tight white jeans with a black tank top that clung tightly to her curves and I couldn’t help but get an eye full. She had married my dad seven years ago and I and all my friends flipped out over how hot she was. They were all so jealous that I got to live with her.
“Don’t think so, let’s just use the candles downstairs.” We always had a good supply of candles. I think most of them were over twenty years old from when my biological mom still lived with me and dad. “Shine that around, I’m trying to find my shirt.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s probably close to ninety degrees Josh, think you’re gonna need it?” She apparently didn’t think so as she didn’t bother shining light around my room.
We had little light but with the constant lightning flashes illuminating our surroundings we made it downstairs with ease. The house had really warmed up without the air on and I already found myself sweating.
“Jesus it’s hot,” she complained. “How long you think they’ll be out?”
“Depends,” I said. “Usually not more than a couple of hours, but if a lot of other lines are down it could take longer.” As I opened the closet door she squeezed in front of me to look through the wares. “Don’t forget the matches,” I said. We had a good mother son relationship, by that I mean she had always been perfect in that role. But there were times when I almost wanted to ignore what that meant and with her right in front of me, brushing lightly against my bare chest, it took real effort not to wrap my arms around her and hold her close.
We set several candles up on the coffee table and one on each of the end tables on either side of the couch. The rain, pitter-pattering on the roof filled the room with that pleasant sound I loved.
“We need to pass the time,” she said while twirling a finger through her hair.
“Well, there’s board-games, and of course cards.” I didn’t really feel like playing either, but it would pass the time.
“Sadly, they’re in the shed,” she said. Her bare feet were suddenly up in the air and landing in my lap.
“Why?”
“We never used them,” she replied. “They just took up space on top of the bookshelves better used for other things.”
“There’s gotta be cards somewhere in the house,” I said.
“True, but I hate card games and I know you do to.” Thunder shook the house causing both of us to jump in our seat. “I hope he’s all right out there.”
“He’ll be fine,” I said. “Wanna step out on the porch? At least there’s wind out there.”
“I suppose,” she replied. Sure enough it was much cooler outside though we didn’t have much footing with the wind pushing the rain in and after several minutes we both found ourselves being pelted by rain as the wind picked up.
“God,” she said. “That feels so good.”
As the wind changed direction so did the rain and we stood in the darkness as the torrential forces of the weather tore through the forest surrounding our home.
“It had a way of making you feel really small doesn’t it?” I asked as I glanced at her.
“I know what you mean,” she smiled. Each time my eyes adjusted to the darkness I was overtaken by her image and then it would be stolen away by lightning. While I had crush on her when I was younger, I had grown out of it. But on a night like the one we were sharing, those emotions came back in full. I reached out for her hand and she took it. She probably thought nothing of it but it her touch filled me with warmth as I led her back into the house to the dimly lit living room.
“I could make a mad dash out to the shed if you want,” I offered as she collapsed onto the sofa.
“Nah,” she said. “Lights could be back on anytime and besides, I’m sure we can think of something to do and pass the time.”
I tried really hard to find some kind of hint in her voice but she gave none. “What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“Truth or dare?” she asked.
“You’re kidding right?” I said as I joined her on the sofa. “Are we in high school?”
“Well, you were just a little over a year ago,” she laughed. “You’re still young enough to play. Me? Women can play it at any age.”
I knew this was a potential disaster. “Sure, why not?”
“Great,” she prodded me with her foot. “Truth or dare?” she started.
“Dare,” I replied.
“Let’s see,” she paused. “I dare you to go upstairs and grab me a pair of shorts from my dresser.”
“Yeah, so that was the point right?” I laughed as I stood.
“Sorta,” she said. “But I’m sure I can think of other things I want so get to it.”
The flashlight put out such a pitiful amount of light that grabbed one of the candles. “Which drawer?”
“Middle,” she replied. “Stay out of the top mister.”
Walking slowly to not let the candle blow out I made my way up to into her room and to the dresser. Opening the middle drawer I shuffled things around until I found a pair of shorts, but returned it when I saw an even shorter pair. I had never seen her wear em’ and I wondered if she’d even put em’ on if I took them, but she would have to use another dare to get me up here again.
After closing the drawer I paused and considered opening the top drawer. Why not? I quietly pulled it and winced as it made this loud squeak. Shit, I hope she didn’t hear that. Inside were panties of every color, I had a hard time making out much with candle light. I was reminded of when I was much younger and had found a pair of her panties, a pink thong really, in the bathroom. They had her scent, and I ended up wrapping it around my cock and jacking off. I wadded em’ up and shoved to the bottom of the hamper hoping no one would notice. Not one of my proudest moments.
To the right side of the drawer under a folded shirt she had hidden a small box. I knew I was taking too long but I had to check inside so I pulled back the lid. It contained this long intricate purple vibrator. At the base it had this small humming bird that I guessed stimulated her clit when powered on. I ran my fingertips along its length, imagining it plumbing her depths. Then of course I felt a large amount of shame, so I quickly put it away and rushed back into the hall. My candle went out which slowed me down even more.
“You took your time,” said with a cocked-eyebrow as I returned to the candle lit room.
“Candle went out,” I replied as I tossed her the shorts.
She held them up and laughed, “Okay, your just being mean.”
“You can dare me to go back up next time,” I replied.
“Like hell,” she said as she sat up. “I’m not wasting a dare on that, turn around.”
“Here?” I said as I turned.
“Just close your eyes,” she said as she unbuttoned her jeans.
I was thankful to be standing in the darkness near the edge of the room as I had a rather large tent in my track pants and the sound of her zipper had it aching for release.
“All right then,” she said.
“Yeah, you definitely make that work.” I had a hard time not gawking at her tanned legs. She was the same height as me but definitely had longer legs, or maybe they just seemed so for how slender they were but it did little to remedy my bulge. I sat in the chair opposite of the sofa and crossed my legs.
“Yeah,” she replied. “I bought these when we were in Hawaii, but never actually wore em’.”
“Ok then, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she said. “Not having you make me run upstairs, I’ll piss myself.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” I replied. “But let’s see..” I pondered.
“Try and keep in mind that I’m your mom,” she said with a grin.
“Not letting you squeeze out all the fun in this,” I replied. All I could think of were questions about sex. I mean that was always the point when we played this game, to break the ice with girls. She was fairly liberal when it came to sex talk though so it probably wouldn’t be a big deal. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”
She threw her head back and laughed, “I asked for that didn’t I?”
“I tried for a moment to think of something else but eh, I thought why not?”
“It’s kind of inappropriate I think, but I suppose that’s the game. I was sixteen,” she said. “Not going into any details now,” she warned.
“Fair enough,” I said. “I do need questions for later,” I joked.
“We’ll see, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I replied. I was curious as to where she’d go with this.
“Did you look in the top drawer?” she asked with this devilish grin.
Well shit, I thought. My instinct was to lie, but I had a feeling she knew, plus I already felt guilty enough. “Yeah, but only because you told me not to.”
“Yeah I suppose that wasn’t really fair. Find anything?” she asked.
“Already used your truth,” I replied.
“Well darn,” she said with a smirk. “I bet you did though,” she said as she reclined back into the sofa.
“Maybe, but regardless, truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she said.
I still hadn’t thought of what I’d actually ask and I was wary of crossing that boundary but maybe because I was just so damn horny, it’s all I could think of. “So I asked about the first, when was the last?”
“Oh geeze Josh,” she laughed. “I am your mom you know.”
“Step-mom,” I replied.
“Who raised you,” she smiled. “I don’t know Josh, that’s really personal.”
“Hey you wanted to play,” I teased.
“Three weeks ago,” she said, cover her face with her hands.
“Really?” I asked. I’d have guessed more often, my dad had no idea what he had.
“Michaels just been under a lot of pressure at work,” she said. “It’s normal for people who’ve been together for so many years.”
“I guess. But damn, I can’t see how he could resist.” I really didn’t stop to think before saying that.
“You’re sweet Josh,” she smiled again. I loved that smile. “So truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I replied.
“Oh, wasn’t expecting that.”
“Have to keep things interesting.” I really didn’t want her asking about the drawer again, though I doubt she would have.
“Well, I’m gonna think a moment on this one,” replied. I used the time to stare long and hard at her luscious legs. I have no idea how I had ignored her, sexually, for so many years. Probably for the best as it would have been torture, much as it was now.
“I dare you to come over here and rub my feet,” she wiggled her toes in my direction. I used to give her foot rubs a lot when I was a kid, as she did for me. Back then I had always hated it but saw it as the price to have mine rubbed, now I was thrilled.
Plopping down into the sofa I took and started massaging her left foot. She had cute feet that were easy to handle especially with my large hands. She let slip this sexy little moan shortly after I started that made me hungry to hear more.
“Truth or dare?” I asked.
She let out a long breath as I pressed firmly into the arch of her foot. “Truth,” she replied. “I’m not getting up.”