"So, why do you wanna work for me?" Chuck asked with a grimace.
Chuck, the owner of Chuck's Auto, was a very heavyset and hairy irish descended 50 something. He also happened to be my hopeful future boss although something told me right away in the interview his management skills were underdeveloped.
"Well, sir, I want to open a mechanic garage myself one day," I admitted truthfully.
"So hiring you would be directly constructing a rival, huh?" he said back, face stern.
Admittedly I stammered, caught off guard by the bruntness of his truthful observation. As I did Chuck's face lit up and he laughed, the tar in his lungs bubbling with each gafaw.
"I'm just fuckin' with ya kid. Even if I did give a shit I'll probably be dead in ten years. My one kid is a stripper somewhere in some city and my son and his husband I don't think take well to grease on their hands,".
I chuckled the best I could to relieve the tension.
"I am being honest about it though, sir, I do want to be a business owner. My father never got to do it but he always wanted to," I said.
"Kid, the interview is a formality for paperwork. You cool with being dirty most of your day? Smelling like metal and rust? Making shit pay and horrible hours until you get good enough to tell me to fuck off?" He rattled off.
I nodded.
"Then you're hired. You start on Monday though, I gotta fire somebody to open up the position,".
"What?" I asked in concern.
"Oh don't worry, he's an asshole. Been wanting to toss him for months but I needed him. So you better show up on Monday, yeah?".
"Yes, sir,".
"My mother was sir, I'm Chuck. Get outta here," Chuck finished, lighting a cigarette and waving me off.
It had been a few days since the incident with my mother and the time I spent looking for work outside the house helped mend things over. They were awkward, still somewhat are, but the time we spend together seems to be coming back to normal. We haven't talked about it though. Not once. I've been tempted but it's like she knows I want to and immediately finds a way to leave or veer into another subject. Mom's have that sense like that.
As I arrived back home I heard the familiar sound of the shower upstairs running.
"I'm home," I announced.
"Just finishing, baby. If you could just prep the oven for me," she called back.
I went to the kitchen and pre-heated the stove, and as I pressed the last button a devious idea snuck into my head. I made my way back to the entrance, up the stairs, and to the door of the bathroom. With the most care i've ever taken I turned the knob and it was unlocked. Cracking the door just enough I aimed my one eye through to the mirror. Although mist ruined most of my view, I caught the sight of what I could only describe as angelic.
Mom's body was amazing. Her skin was still supple and smooth. Her neck line stretched so elegantly across her shoulders and no wrinkles even thought to appear. Her breasts, a bit heavy with age, were still like wine to me. Her nipples were perked like a young woman's and her aeriolas spread through the front of the breast in a softness I could only dream to feel or taste. My mother's stomach was perfectly toned as she had never missed a gym day and her ass you could set a drink on top of.
Almost lost in lust I flinched back when I noticed her turning the water off and making her way to the mirror. In my stupor I closed the door harder than I should have and she noticed.
"Honey? Was that you?".
"Uh, yeah. Sorry. Lost my balance taking my shoes off and I had to lean on the door," I tried my best to lie.
"You're taking your shoes off in the hall?" she questioned.
"They were hurting. Didn't want to wait till I got to my room,".
"Okay...".
If I was any more smooth I'd be ice. That's sarcasm if you didn't know. I'm stupid.
I did indeed make my way to my room but I couldn't help myself. As soon as I was inside I closed the door, removed my bottoms, and found my cock already hard. I sat and stroked on the edge of my bed, my head filled with thoughts of my mother.
She takes my cock and presses them between her breasts, stroking it with them. Her drool drips down onto the head and lubes her son's member. I felt slightly bad in that moment but I also had my reasons. I had helped her my whole life, supported her. Was it wrong I wanted it back? Or maybe it was wrong I wanted it back in this way.
I opened my eyes at the moment of climax, the fantasy no longer needed. As the cum sprayed down my knuckles I caught something out of the corner of my eye. By the door. It was cracked open. She was spying on me!
As soon as I got a moments glance I saw her one eye dart away from the door. My mom had done the same as I. The plot thickened.
I cleaned myself up and with a smile I couldn't help to hide I made my way to the kitchen where Mom waited.
"Hey kiddo," she said, some guilt in her voice.
"Hey," I responded back smugly.
"You seem happy, how'd the interview go?".
"Well, your son is now a fully employed member of society,".
She giggled and clapped for a moment and then went to setting up lunch on our plates. In my haze I made what many would call a stupid choice. And it kind of was, but as you'll see it was a benefit in the end.
She bent down to grab something from the oven and as she did I made my way over. With my right hand I grapsed the back of her thigh and ran my fingers up until they brushed over her pussy and ass. She gasped with alarm. What happened next I was hoping would not be my fate.
Before I could even register it I felt a sting across my cheek. When I looked up I saw my mother blushing and red with anger and embarrasment.
"Your father would be ashamed. Go upstairs I don't want to see you," she seethed through her teeth.
Defeated and feeling ashamed, I trudged my way back to whence I came.
The rest of that day passed in a depressed blur, when I raised my head from my pillow it was already dark. Mom hadn't come to check on me once which means I had really done it this time. But as the thought passed through me I heard the doorknob jingle. Gently the door swept open and my mom, in her usual sleep attire of braless white tank and pj bottoms, stood there. I didn't even have the guts to say anything. She didn't either but eventually found them and stepped to me as I sat up at the edge of the bed.
"Young man, I have no idea what that was. But it will never happen again. It is degrading and wrong, especially for a son to do to his mother. I've only had one man, your father, and he's the only I'd ever need if that makes any kind of difference," she lectured.
"Mom, I don't want to argue and I understand your frustration. But it's coming off a bit hypocritical," I retorted calmly. She raised her eyebrows in expectancy for my next statement. "You want to dictate what we can and cannot do but you seem to enjoy a little peek through my door every now and again,".
Mom's eyes widened. She was caught and she knew it. The blush came out again and christ was it adorable. A slight smile even crossed her lips.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she lied.
"You do,".
"Okay, so maybe I do. And maybe I regretted it,".
"I don't think you did,".
"Well you can believe whatever you'd like,".
Mom went to turn and walk out.
"It was good. The kiss. You can at least admit that," I called to her.
I heard her chuckle and she slowly turned back to me.
"Yeah, maybe it was. What difference does it make?"
"All the difference,".
"No, son, it doesn't. Moms and sons don't do that. Shouldn't do that. End of discussion,".
"Is that why you're touching yourself right now?".
She went wide eyed again. Although I had been staring at it for the past half a minute or so it seemed she didn't notice till then. Over the pj bottoms Mom's hand writhed listlessly between her pussy lips and graced her clit. She immediately pulled her hand away back to her sides.
"I-I'm done with this conversation. Goodnight," she stammered.
Before she even got a chance to look away I opened my pants and unsheathed my cock. I didn't touch it, I didn't do anything except let her look. And, my friends, her eyes were magnatized to it.
"I-I-" she couldn't even speak.
"It's okay, Mom. We both want this. I've wanted it longer than you probably know,".
It was then I grasped my dick and began stroking, very slowly.
"But it's wrong..." she said while making her way towards me. "I can't help myself though..." and she sat down next to me, watching.
Her eyes glazed over in lust as she watched her own son stroke his cock. I felt her one hand reach over and grab me by the waist, her head slowly leaned on my shoulder. The other hand was antsy in her lap and I could tell what she wanted. I took my hand away from my cock.
"You don't have to be afraid. You can touch it," I whispered.
She moaned.
"If I do... We can't go back...".
"Maybe I don't want to,".
With that her other hand methodically moved and hovered over my cock. She touched the tip with her finger tip and watched as I twitched in ecstacy. Then with another moan she wrapped her hand around it and began working it up and down.
"Oh my god," she whispered. "I'm touching it. My son's dick,".
I didn't say a word. I knew she'd take to it naturally. She sped up, slowed down. Teasing me while enjoying herself. She watched her hand slide up and down her son like a drug. Leaning over I got hopeful for a blowjob but got a runner up when she spit all over my tip and ran it down the shaft with her hand.
She hadn't even begun her performance when the pure excitement of the act of incest made my body overload. Before I could do anything I was spraying rope upon rope down my mother's fingers, one even shot up to her chest and dangled from the tanktop. She gasped in excitement and pleasure as it happened. Even when I was all emptied she kept stroking for a few moments and leaned into my ear.
"Did Mommy do that?" she asked seductively.
I had no words. I think they sprayed out of me with the rest. Mom let go of my shaft and me and stood up. I flopped on the bed and looked up at her as she wiped her hands off on her tank.
"That was-that was-" I stuttered.
"Shhh. Don't speak. I think we have a lot to work out. But tonight we should just rest. I love you baby, goodnight,".
With that she was out of my bedroom and into hers. I heard the lock click which could mean any number of negative or positive outcomes the next day but I didn't care. I got a handjob from my own mother. I slept like a baby.
