Chapter 1

I had mixed emotions as I neared home again. My year at computer science school had finished and I was returning to work for my dad’s company. That was the deal I had struck with Dad. He would put me through school as long as I paid back the costs by working at his company.

It sounded like a reasonable offer, but let me explain my concerns. My father has been a total prick to both my mother and me. Mom became pregnant in high school and I believe he’s resented me and her since my conception. He has never had anything nice to say to either of us. Everyone calls me Jimmy, except for Dad. He calls me ‘boy’.

I didn’t realize the extent of his hatred when I was younger. He would leave for work at seven in the morning and get home at seven at night, eat dinner and retire to his home office. That left Mom to raise me, help me with my homework and attend all the school events. I was happy with the arrangement, as I got along with my mom really well. We always had fun doing things together. My mom’s name is Beverly, but I’ve always called her Mom.

It was when I became a teenager I noticed how poorly he treated my mother. I asked Mom a couple of times why he was always so mad. She told me he had to put all his energy into his work to provide a good life for us and the stress was hard on him. I don’t think he ever physically abused her, only verbally. It was a line he knew he couldn’t cross.

As mean as he was, she never said anything bad about him, but I could tell there was no love between them. Looking back on it, I don’t know why he didn’t walk away and leave us, other than the fact he got pleasure out of using us to vent his anger. Their strained relationship enabled Mom and me to closely bond right up to graduation.

In my senior year, I applied and was accepted to several colleges. I was all set to attend one and decided not to ask my parents for any money. Grants and loans were lined up to finance my education. Wanting to surprise Mom and Dad, I was going to tell them on my eighteenth birthday, which was in a few days.

Dad caught wind of it before I could tell them. The night before my birthday, he called Mom and me into his office. That’s when he laid down the law. He told me he hadn’t kept me around all these years to go away and work for someone else. I was going to a one-year tech school, he’d pay for it and I’d repay him when I finished working for his company.

I informed him I wasn’t really interested in computer science. He told me he didn’t care about my concerns and this is what I’d do or my mother and I would be on the street the next day. So I agreed, to protect my mother. He had made sure she had no workplace skills, keeping her at home raising me and using her more as a maid than a wife.

Needless to say, there wasn’t a lot to celebrate for my birthday the next night. Mom baked my favorite cake and we had a quiet celebration without Dad. When finished, she hugged me tightly, acknowledging my sacrifice for her benefit.

I was so close to Mom I didn’t want her to suffer any more than she already had. Not only were we bonded as mother and son, but the last few years I had fallen in love with her, physically desiring her. She is very pretty, has long toned legs and firm thighs I would love to caress. Her breasts are not huge but look great on her small body frame.

I was developing stronger sexual feelings towards her the last year of school. I always woke up with morning wood, thinking of the things I’d love to do with her. Each day after Dad left, she’d come in my room to pick up laundry and wake me for school. A couple of times I would wake up before she entered, moving the top covers over so just the sheet was covering me, displaying my tented stiff prick.

I looked through slits to see how she would react. She would usually pause, stare and continue working. I’m sure I detected a smile some of those times. It was exciting, passively flirting with my mother.

We ate breakfast together and talked each morning before I went to school. She began giving me a daily departing hug a few months before graduation. It was sheer bliss for me to hold her and it would make my day so much more enjoyable. When I arrived home from school, we’d have some time together to work on my homework or discuss a variety of topics.

She began to wear skirts that were several inches above her knees. When she sat by me on the couch, her skirt would rise up, revealing those luscious legs that were the cause of my morning wood. A couple of times I’m sure she was braless. I could see her nipples pushing out her blouse, which caused much discomfort on my part. After the first few times, I didn’t try to disguise my stiff prick, allowing my pants to obscenely tent up. I wanted to silently and visibly let her know how much I appreciated her legs.

I still wasn’t certain if she was flirting with me or just felt comfortable around me. She hadn’t shown any signs she wanted to advance to a more physical relationship. I’m sure the thought of Dad suspecting anything kept her from doing too much. Before she prepared dinner each night, she’d retreat to her room and change to more conservative clothing, before Dad showed up. Whenever he was present, her mood and manner changed to servant status.

I was brought back to reality as I pulled in our driveway. I saw Mom running out to meet me. She gave me a tight hug exclaiming how much she had missed me. I came home every few months so it wasn’t that long of an absence, but it was still nice to know I’d be seeing a lot more of her now.

Her skirt was shorter than ever and I could feel her engorged nipples pushing into my chest. She was definitely braless today. I hugged her tight, and kissed her neck, taking in the sweet fragrance that always emanated from her. I whispered, “I missed you, too, Mom. I’m glad to be home.”

“Oh, Jimmy. I can’t believe we’re together again. I’ve missed my handsome young man so much,” exclaimed my beautiful mother.