Chapter 1
Tony was home for Thanksgiving. He was in his second year of college and hanging on by the skin of his teeth. His dad had died the year before he started college and the first year he had put everything into getting good grades. He thought he owed him that much but now...
He was sitting on the couch with the TV on. Natasha, Tony's mother came in from the kitchen and asked, "How is school?
"It's school," Tony replied and let out a sigh. "I'm having problems keeping my head in it."
His mother chuckled. "Yeah, I remember what a circus it was at times. All the boys trying to get in my head and heart, among other places. It must be the same with the girls for you."
Tony looked at his mother and frowned. "I thought you and dad were in college together."
"Only the last year. He transferred in from back east," his mom replied.
"Yeah, the girls are distracting," Tony said. "How long before supper?" He asked to change the subject.
"About thirty minutes," his mother replied as she turned and went upstairs.
Tony watched her as she did and sighed. His grades were down but he still had time to get them back up. Girls were the problem but more like the lack of them than too many.
Thanksgiving was like none before. The Covid thing had everyone staying home. It ended up being just him and his mom. Natasha was putting stuff on the dinning room table and Tony asked, "Anything I can help you with?"
His mother stopped and turned his way. "Nope, I'm keeping it simple this year. No big bird. I'm going straight to the leftovers," she replied and headed back to the kitchen.
"Leftovers?" Tony said more to himself than her.
He stood up and walked over to the dinning room table. Cranberry sauce, dressing, rolls, sweet potatoes, and a pitcher of iced tea. Everything seemed to be there but in smaller portions than normal.
His mom came into the room carrying a platter of sliced turkey. She saw him looking and grinned. "Enough for one meal and a few sandwiches later."
"It all looks great," he said as his mother sat the platter on the table. He pulled out the chair at the head of the table for his mother to sit down.
She grinned and shook her head. "You sit there. You're the man of the house now."
"I, uh," he said as he pulled out the chair next to his with a plate in front of it.
His mother sat down and said, "Happy Thanksgiving."
Tony sat down in what would have been his dad's chair and sighed as he looked at the rest of the table and the empty places. "A lot of the kids stayed at school."
His mother shrugged. "We're both fully vaccinated."
"So are a lot of them. It's more the travel thing. I can drive without stopping except for gas."
"You should have brought a girl along for company," his mother said in a teasing voice.
"What girl would that be? The stuck up ones that ignore me, their friends that follow their lead, the half dozen lesbians I know, or maybe one of the jocks girlfriends?"
"But..." his mother started to say.
"Oh yeah, I forgot the gay guys and the transvestites."
His mother stared at him with her mouth hanging open for a few minutes and then sighed. "So it's the lack of female company."
"Pretty much," Tony said as he picked up his fork.
"You dated quite a few girls in high school, didn't you?"
"Yes, I had a few girlfriends. None were serious though. This is different though. It seems like if you're not in certain groups, you're out of luck."
"Then join a group," his mother suggested.
Tony frowned and shook his head. "Most of them are not people I'd really want to associate with, not to mention what you might think of them."
"Okay," his mother said. It was as much a question as a comment.
"Drinking and drugs," Tony replied.
"No, not the place for you," Natasha said quickly.
"I'm not a jock. I'm not nerdy enough for that group. Although compared to the jocks, I'm a genius."
Natasha laughed. "Yeah, that didn't take much. Most were too full of themselves to be any good for anyone else who wasn't on their team."
"The girls I'm most attracted to are too busy studying to worry about boyfriends."
Chapter 2
Natasha looked thoughtful for a moment and then nodded. "I fell into that group until I met your dad. After that I was head over heels in lust, uh, love."
Tony chuckled. "Good catch there mom."
"I always thought he was," Natasha whispered and then grinned, "But that's not what you meant, right?"
"Maybe I'll get lucky one day," Tony said before he started eating more than talking.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Tony woke up and had to pee. Too much iced tea. He swung his feet to the side of the bed as he tossed the covers back. It took him a moment or two to realize he wasn't in his dorm room but in his bedroom at home.
He stood up and headed toward the door. He was half asleep as he opened it and stepped out into the hall. As he turned right to head for the bathroom, two things happened. First his mother let out a squeal, and second, his eyes flew wide open.
His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide as he watched his mother turn sharply to her left and hurry across the hall and into the spare room next to his. Part of his mind wondered what his mother was doing in the spare room and not the master bedroom
Another part of his brain was running the movie of his mother in an ankle length nightgown that was more or less see through. It was sleeveless with a square neckline that had a red and white ruffle. The ruffle across her chest was above her breasts. The dark circles under her nipples showed clearly, as did the even darker nipples in the center of each circle.
The dress like part of the nightgown was sheer enough that he knew there was no hair on his mother's sex. His dick gave a twitching jerk and he glanced down to see the outline of his hard dick was making a large tent in the front of his shorts.
He took three quick steps and turned left into the bathroom. The light was still on as he shut the door. "Oh fuck!" He whispered sharply as he leaned against the door.
The mind movie of his mother was a loop. He shook his head trying to stop it. That didn't work, so he moved over to the commode and raised the seat. He pushed his shorts down and tried to push his dick down so he could pee. That wasn't working either.
He had seen his mother in a bikini but in that nightgown, her breasts looked larger and fuller. Her nipples were larger than any he had ever seen in real life. Longer and thicker than the first joint on his pointing finger.
And then there was the no hair on her sex thing. His dad was gone so why did she shave down there? Shaving their pussy was a thing girls did for guys in his mind. Was there a guy his mother shaved for or was there another reason he hadn't thought of?
Somewhere along that line of thought, his dick went down enough for him to lean forward with one hand on the wall behind the commode so he could pee. Peeing gave him a cold shiver, which he thought was weird.
When he finished, he put the toilet seat and lid down and flushed. He tried to think of anything but the hallway as he washed his hands and dried them.
By the time he was ready to go back to his room, his dick was more or less back to normal.
Once in bed, it took a while for him to get back to sleep. His dreams were strange in so many ways.
The next morning, Tony had his bag ready by the front door. His mother was sitting at the dinning room table sipping coffee. There was another cup at the head of the table and a brown paper sack. "Come join me," she said softly.
Tony walked over and sat down. His mother had her old fleece housecoat on. The same one she had always worn in the morning and evenings. He wondered if the sheer nightgown was under it. That brought a twitch from his dick and a bit of the dreams from earlier back to the front of his mind.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to try and calm his mind and body. "How are you this morning, mother?"
His mother took a sip of her coffee and nodded. "I'll live it seems," she said with a crooked smile.
Tony sipped his coffee and looked at her over the rim of the cup. He lowered the cup and asked, "How long have you had that old housecoat?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment and replied, "I bought it a little while after you were born."
Tony nodded. "It's the only one I ever remember you wearing."
Natasha smiled and whispered, "Your father hated it. He liked what I wore before you came along but after..." She let the sentence trail off. "Naked mommies are not good for little boys."
"They are not good for big boys either," Tony whispered as he looked into his mother's eyes. That she blushed at his statement surprised him.
"So you were awake," she whispered as the blush got a little deeper.
Tony took a deep breath and said, "More or less."
"Sorry about that. I had to pee and I didn't think about you in the house at the time."
Chapter 3
Tony nodded and said, "I know the feeling. Too much iced tea. My roommate and I share a bathroom off our room and he and I don't dress for it."
"Back in the day, my roommate and I had an open door policy where the bathroom was concerned," his mother said.
With a chuckle, Tony said, "We're not that open but..."
They both sipped their coffee for a couple of minutes and then Natasha said, "We're lucky in a way."
Tony waited for his mother to go on and when she didn't, he asked, "In what way?"
His mother blushed again and admitted in a low whisper, "I haven't worn a nightgown since you went away to college."
Tony groaned softly and whispered, "That, uh, wasn't much of a nightgown."
"It was one of your dad's favorites."
Tony nodded and smiled. "I could see why."
His mother shivered and stood up quickly. "I, uh, need a lot more coffee," she said as she headed for the kitchen.
With a deep breath and a sigh, Tony stood up to follow his mother. At the kitchen door he said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
Natasha looked at her son as she walked over and took his coffee cup. She turned and carried it over to where the coffee pot sat. She filled both cups. She looked at him and sighed. "Come put your sugar in while I make another pot. I only made a half pot like I always do."
Tony moved over to get his cup and to stir in a teaspoon of sugar. He moved away a couple of steps and sipped the hot coffee as he watched his mother working on the new pot.
As she finished up, he said, "Can I ask a pretty personal question?"
His mother chuckled and replied, "You can ask but I reserve the right not to answer if it is too personal."
"I, uh, was wondering about women shaving their, uh, private parts."
Natasha groaned. "The light from the bathroom was bright enough for you to see through the gown."
"Pretty much," Tony admitted and then asked his real question, "I always thought girls, uh, women shaved down there for us guys. Is there another reason that I've missed?"
Natasha groaned again and shook her head. "No there isn't another guy. Your dad was the only one," she said quickly. "As for another reason, there are several. One, it feels cleaner, two, it's more sensitive, three, it makes things easier to clean, and four, I like it that way."
Tony nodded and said, "I wasn't, uh, accusing you or anything. It's something I didn't have any information on."
"None of your girlfriends ever shaved down there?"
Now it was Tony's turn to blush. "Uh, yeah, one did but I was too distracted to ask any questions."
Natasha chuckled. "How distracted was she?"
"I, uh, really don't know. She flashed me when I dropped her off at home after our date."
"You didn't date her again?" His mother asked quickly.
"It was after senior prom and her and her family moved a few days later," Tony replied.
"Ah, she was either teasing you or herself, knowing she wouldn't see you again."
"I kind of wondered about that also," Tony admitted.
"Now it is my turn to ask a personal question," Natasha said and took a deep breath. "Have you had sex with any of those girlfriends?"
Tony blushed again and shook his head as he asked, "Does oral sex count?"
"Not according to a certain ex President," Natasha replied with a grin. The grin faded and she asked, "Did any of the girls, uh, teach you anything about oral sex on them?"
Tony groaned and shook his head. "I had an offer but I chickened out."
Natasha turned to pour herself a cup of coffee even if the coffee pot wasn't through making the pot but her cup was already full. As she stirred in some sugar and a little creamer, she whispered, "If your tongue is anything like your dad's then she missed a hell of a treat."
Tony almost spit out the sip of coffee he had just taken. He knew his parents had sex but... Oral sex had never crossed his mind where they were concerned. He wondered what else he had missed. He had learned quite a few things from the Internet but... That thought made him blush.
His mother caught the blush and asked, "Do you, uh, have anymore questions? It not like things can get weirder."
"I had never thought of you and dad and oral sex in the same thought."
"That made you blush?" His mother asked.
Chapter 4
Tony blushed again. "Uh, no but..." He started to say and then stalled out.
Natasha chuckled. "Ah yes, the butt that always seems to show up behind you." She paused a moment and added, "Yes, anal sex does happen even to the nicest people."
Tony swallowed hard and asked, "Are you wearing that nightgown under your robe?"
"No!" his mother replied quickly.
"Then you are naked under there?"
"Yes," his mother replied without looking in his direction.
She turned suddenly, took his cup and sat it next to hers. "More coffee," she said as she set about refilling the cups.
"Why were you sleeping in the spare room and not your normal bedroom?" Tony asked as she finished up.
"Too many memories," she said as she pushed his cup over toward him.
"Bad memories?" Tony asked in confusion.
His mother sighed as she doctored her coffee. "Good memories can hurt worse than bad ones at times."
She pushed the sugar over toward him. "That room was our sanctuary. So many good memories for such a long time."
Not thinking it through, Tony asked, "So the sex was just that good."
Natasha groaned and nodded. "Any better and it would have been against the law."
"From some of the things I've seen and read, some of it probably was," Tony whispered.
"Personal studies or school assignments?" Natasha asked softly.
"Uh, yeah. Not school."
"Porn can be educational. I know I've learned a few things since I've been alone," his mother admitted.
Tony gave his mother a hard, wide eyed look. "You, uh, watch porn?"
"Some but most of it is for finding different toys to scratch some itches, shall we say."
"Itches?" Tony parroted.
Natasha looked at her son and shivered hard. "I'm a widow and I'm not dead but the thought of dating at my age scares the hell out of me."
"Yeah, women have a world of toys out there and all we've got is something that supposedly gives a blowjob," Tony said and then sighed deeply.
Natasha grinned. "Have you tried one?"
Tony frowned and whispered, "A total waste of money."
"I loved giving your dad one. The feel of him in my mouth, the taste, the smell. The sounds he made. The sounds I made. A lot of the time, I came before he did," Natasha said in a dreamy voice.
Tony stood there with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Had his mother actually said that to him. His mind showed his mother on her knees with a dick in her mouth. Her eyes were closed as she bobbed her head. A soft moan coming from her chest. He shook his head to clear the vision. It didn't help.
Natasha watched her son and groaned softly. "I shouldn't have said that but..." She took a deep breath and shivered hard. "Memories are good but not like the real thing was."
"I, uh, I," Tony said and then groaned also. "I can understand that last part, I think."
Natasha's eyes dropped to the front of her son's shorts. She grinned and said, "From what I see, you understand a lot more than that."
Tony's eyes dropped to the front of his shorts and he groaned loudly. The tent in his shorts was nearly as big as the one from the night before. "I, I, I," he stammered.
His mother chuckled and whispered, "I'll take that as a compliment both last night and now. Your dad's compliments were about the same in shorts."
Tony groaned as he looked at his mother's smiling face. He had no idea what to say.
His mother sighed and shook her head. "I keep shocking you," she whispered.
"Actually, I keep shocking myself. I have a very vivid imagination, shall we say."
"If you only knew," she whispered even lower than before.
"Uh, knew what?" Tony asked and then groaned. "Never mind," he added quickly.
Natasha nodded. "You get your imagination from me. Your father was inventive but wasn't that imaginative."
A silence dragged on for several minutes with both of them in thought. To change the subject, Natasha asked, "How are your grades?"
Tony took a deep breath and let it out slowly. A moment later, he replied, "Not so good at present."
"What is it going to take for you to get them back up?"
"Hard work and incentive," Tony replied.
"Incentive? What kind of incentive?" his mother asked.
Tony chuckled and said jokingly, "A blowjob would work grandly."
Chapter 5
His mother groaned and looked at the front of his shorts. "That, uh, might be arranged, if your grades are good enough."
"I, uh, I was joking," Tony said hastily.
"I'm not," Natasha whispered.
"But!" Tony blurted out and then didn't know what to say after that.
His mother laughed and whispered, "Maybe if you graduate with honors."
Tony's eyes were very wide and his mouth was hanging open. His mother reached over and pushed up on his chin to close his mouth. "Somewhere along the way you might get lessons on oral sex."
"I, I, I," Tony stammered and then groaned as his mother sat her coffee cup aside and undid the tie at the front of her robe. She didn't open the housecoat but it sagged open slightly.
His mother shivered hard, picked up her coffee cup, and whispered, "I always found that tie to be too tight."
As she turned slightly to get the cup, the robe opened up wider. A strip of skin showed between her breasts and down across her stomach. The flare of the housecoat kept things south of there covered. She sipped her coffee and made a face. "Too much talking and my coffee got cold."
She turned around to face the counter. The housecoat gaped open for a few seconds as she was facing her son. He groaned as he caught a glimpse of a bare breast, her shaved mound and puffy outer lips. He groaned again softly.
"Are, uh, are you sure you, uh, want to do this?" He asked in a halting voice.
Natasha made a whimpering sound and pushed her coffee cup away, reached over and turned the coffee pot off, and said, "I think I've had enough coffee."
She turned back to face her son. Her breasts were covered but there was a large gap in the cloth between them. The gap went down across her belly and the edges of the cloth framed her sex. "I've worn this housecoat in this kitchen this way many times. Your father loved for me to show off like this."
"Uh, where was I?" Tony asked.
Natasha chuckled. "You were in another part of the house or outside playing. That was part of the thrill, knowing you could come running in at any time."
"Thrill?" Tony asked with confusion in his voice.
"Doing something naughty you might get caught doing. I find it thrilling."
"Uh, I assume it is thrilling now."
"Oh God yes," his mother said quickly. "Teasing your dad was one thing. Teasing you is even more so."
"But I'm your son!" Tony said louder than he meant too.
Natasha groaned and then chuckled. "I won't tell anyone if you don't." She groaned again as she took hold of the edges of the housecoat and pulled it open wide. The edges were on the outsides of her breasts as her hands moved up to caress them both.
"It's not like you haven't seen these before or had your grubby little hands on them. You sucked on them as a baby. I think I even had an orgasm or two with you doing that."
"But that was a long time ago and well before I started remembering things," Tony protested.
His mother chuckled and shivered. "I remember enough for both of us."
"Have, have your nipples always been that big?" Tony asked out of curiosity.
"No, before I had you, they were little pea sized things."
"Then why are they so big now?"
"The more excited I get, the bigger they get. Kind of like you down there," she replied. "Well, there is more to it than that. You sucking on my nipples and me pumping milk out for you later, felt great and made them larger. I had two of those hand pump things for milk."
Her hands caressed her breasts again before she pinched and rolled her nipples. That brought a groan to her lips. "I kept using those things even after my milk went away. Your dad caught me doing it one day. He thought it was kinky but he loved the way they made my nipples bigger."
"Do you still have those?"
Natasha shook her head. "One broke and the other stopped sucking. I missed the feelings they gave me so your dad hunted around for something to replace them. He found three cups that locked with a hand pump that worked great."
Confused, Tony asked, "So he bought one for a spare."
Natasha groaned and shook her head. "The third one was smaller and went someplace besides my nipples. I loved it even more than the ones on my nipples. I would keep me tingling for hours on end."