Educating Mom: Andy's Story Ch. 07

Mike had told me life with her had been no picnic whatsoever, let alone a Happy Meal at McDonalds. She'd treated Mike with the same churlish and intimidating attitude as she'd treated Chuck, her husband. She'd been the classic Ice Queen, making her husband's life a living hell. So I wasn't surprised to see Chuck Palmer's eyes open wide as he looked at my mother, his eyes zeroing in on her voluminous breasts. But Alice Palmer gave my mother a glacier-like stare, her cold eyes moving slowly over her gloriously-displayed curvy form. She then turned to me, shocked to see me I'm sure, a look of pure disdain in her eyes as she pressed her lips tightly together and curtly nodded in my direction. I smiled in return and gave her an acknowledging nod of my head before she turned around in her seat. I saw her give her husband an elbow in his ribs - he was still turned in his seat, his neck craning as he fought for a better look at my mother. The poke in the ribs had him turning and facing forward, like a reprimanded child. I'm sure "Charles" was due for a lecture on his behavior once they got home.

The minister came out a minute or two later and began the service. When he spoke and gestured to "Our Lord, Jesus Christ", I turned and looked at The Big Guy, sadly looking down at me from his cross. I noticed things had changed since I'd last been here, this was a different figure looking down at me from the last time I'd attended. This was a much more modern-looking Jesus, with what looked like a male model's four-day growth of trimmed facial hair, like George Michael. He was swathed in sleek looking robes, fashionably arranged around his pinioned body. But it was the cross that drew my attention - a gleaming stainless steel cross had replaced the old one made of laminated lumber - if you could call that old. This stainless steel cross was something to behold, a testament to our times, with Jesus fastened to the cross with hexagonal bolts instead of nails or stakes. I wondered what Jesus would have thought of the portable power drills that no doubt spiraled their way noisily through his flesh. As I looked at those pristine steel bolts and his alluring five-o'clock shadow, I thought all that was missing was an Elvis cape and sunglasses to make the look complete.

The service ran smoothly. I found myself distracted, busier watching all the people who were trying to surreptitiously ogle my mother while trying to go undetected. I don't think too many were successful in that endeavor. I especially noticed one teenage kid in the row in front of us who kept looking back and staring at her thrusting chest. I would have bet my condo that the kid was sporting a stiff dick inside that Sunday suit of his. I didn't blame him though. Here I was, her own son, thinking the same thing as him -how much I wanted to get my hands on that spectacular body of hers.

Finally, the service ended. We shook hands and well-wished our seated neighbors, then retired to one of the church meeting rooms with some of the select members of the congregation who assisted in the affairs of state... or church, whatever. Having gone without breakfast, I was happy to grab a juice and one of the cookies they were providing for refreshments. Unfortunately there was no Dr. Pepper amongst the beverage selections.

"Andy, how nice to see you." I turned to see Mike's father, Chuck Palmer, standing with his hand extended.

"Mr. Palmer, nice to see you too." I shook the extended hand, but his shake seemed like he'd turned it to automatic, his eyes quickly turning to my mother who was standing next to me.

"And Cynthia, you look wonderful," he said as he kept pumping my hand while his eyes roamed up and down over my mother's alluring form.

"Thank you, Charles," my mother replied with a polite nod.

"Andrew, what a pleasant surprise to see you in church today." Mrs. Palmer's voice sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard. I felt an internal twinge and an unconscious grimace come over my face as she spoke to me. The distracted Mr. Palmer finally noticed that he was still shaking my hand, then awkwardly released it as he timidly stepped back next to his wife.

"Mrs. Palmer, the pleasure is all mine," I said with a little bow in her direction.

"Cynthia, is that a new outfit?" Mrs. Palmer was busy looking my mother up and down, from her sexy shoes and glistening legs all the way up her lush curvy body to her pretty face.

"Why yes, Andy helped me pick it out. Do you like it?" My mother gave a little bit of turn for side to side. I saw Mr. Palmer and a number of other people smiling in admiration, but Mrs. Palmer was not so easily impressed.

"Well, it's very distinctive, yes. I'm just wondering if The Lord would think it appropriate for church?"

Her words hit my mother like abrupt slap in the face. I decided it was time to step in and have a few words with this bitch.

"Mrs. Palmer," I said, "I have to admit that I strongly suggested this outfit to my mother." I paused and looked her up and down, my stomach turning at the ugly floral dress that hung on her body like a potato sack. It matched her harshly pulled back hair and lemon-sucking face though, I have to admit that. "She had spotted a dress very similar to yours, but I guess she felt sorry for me and succumbed to agreeing to my suggestion. So I should be the one apologizing, but I really think she looks quite nice, don't you Mrs. Newcomb?" I turned to one of the other church biddies who I'd noticed eavesdropping on our conversation.

"Well," the old bag said, her face turning red at having been caught out, "Yes, I think it looks very nice."

"And your dress, Mrs. Palmer," I continued, "it looks very distinctive as well. Not everybody can carry off that look the way you do." And nobody would want to, I thought to myself. I could see by the look on her face that she didn't know if I was fucking with her or not. She looked like she didn't seem to know if she should thank me, or be outraged. Since she thought my mother's clothing inappropriate for church, I decided to press on and see if her religious beliefs and knowledge of The Bible was as good as she thought it was.

"So how's Mike these days?" I asked. I knew that she had totally cut Mike off from any financial assistance.

"Michael is fine, Andrew. Thank you for asking," she replied curtly. She turned to my mother. "Cynthia, can we count on you for the next charity drive?"

"My mother and I have been discussing that," I interrupted. "We are looking at our charitable donations and may be considering some other organizations that are currently in greater need than your church. I assume you would respect that decision. I seem to remember Luke 22:36 stating 'He said to them, "But now let the one who has a moneybag take it, and likewise a knapsack. And let the one who has no sword sell his cloak to buy one."

"But... but the church," she stammered, totally flustered by my interference.

"My mother has given graciously to this church, as you well know. I love and respect my mother more than you can imagine for what she has done for this church." I turned to my mother, who was watching the exchange between me and this puritanical mouthpiece with rapt attention. "What about you Mrs. Palmer? Have you given as generously as my mother? As I once read in Luke 12:1: 'Be on our guard against the yeast of the Pharisees, which is hypocrisy.'"

I looked at Mrs. Palmer who was standing there speechless, her lips set tight. I could see the steam all but coming out of her ears. "Charles, it's time to leave," she said as she took her husband's arm and turned away. She looked back over her shoulder at my mother. "Cynthia, I'll be calling to discuss the pledge drive." And with that last word, she hurriedly minced her way across the room and out the door, poor Charles tagging along in her wake of fury.

With Mrs. Palmer having disappeared like the Wicked Witch of the West, my mother and I looked at each other. I'd never seen her look happier.

"I don't think she knows what hit her," my mother said, a slow smile spreading over her pretty face.

"I guess all those Sunday school lessons paid off. I think I got all those references correct."

"Oh Andy, I love you so much for sticking up for me like that," she said to me quietly as she stepped up on her tip-toes and gave me a peck on the cheek before putting her lips next to my ear and whispering. "I'll thank you properly for that once we get home." Her provocative breathy words sent a surge right to my groin. I felt my dick twitch as a rush of blood flowed southwards.

"Then let's go," I said as I took her arm and turned towards the door. I suppressed my rising libido and walked calmly to the car, hoping my stiffening member wasn't tenting the front of my pants too badly. I held the door for my mother and ogled those glistening legs of hers as she teasingly drew in one sexy leg after the other. I started the car and headed for home, anxious to find out how she was going to 'thank me properly'. As I looked over at her, I couldn't wait. "Mom, your legs look beautiful with that cream on them. How about you hike your dress up a little bit and show me some more?"

"But Andy, won't people be able to see?" she asked as she looked out the car windows as we headed through traffic.

"With the tinted windows, no one can see in unless they're right in front of the car," I replied in a soft lulling voice. "So we're going to be just fine—just you and me. Now how about you show me how great those legs of yours look? Just bring that skirt up a little bit more for me."

"You won't take 'no' for an answer, will you?" she inquired as she looked out the car windows again to double check in case there was someone around. "It's too risky, baby, don't you think?"

She had a point, but I really wanted to admire how her legs shined, so I kept pressing. "Fortune favors the brave, or so they say. Besides, you actually want to show me how nice you look, don't you?" By now I knew my mother had certain submissive tendencies and if I wanted us to really become lovers, I had to take charge, stand my ground and make the walls in her mind crumble little by little. "This is the new 'you', mom. When we are together, I want you to forget about the rest of the world. When we are like this, I want to enjoy being with you to the fullest. And right now nothing would make me happier than seeing those amazing legs of yours. Moreover, you are completely right. I won't take 'no' for an answer." I gazed at her to let her know how serious I was. This was kind of a gamble, to see if she would go through with it in this kind of situation.

"You actually like my legs too? I don't think they are that good, and that's why I applied that shiny cream, so that they would look better for you." She seemed slightly ashamed, but she couldn't help but smile at my praise.

"Of course I love them. What's not to love? Your legs are fantastic and besides, you know I love everything about you. If you still doubt me about that, then I'm going to get angry, if only a little." I winked at her to lighten the mood, but I went right to staring at her intently after saying that. "Besides, I want you to feel totally comfortable and safe when I'm with you, no matter the situation."

My mother sighed, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, she looked at me with adoring eyes. "I do, darling. I know ours isn't the usual relationship between mother and son, but I can't help myself from wanting to get even closer to you... within reason. Look at what you did with Alice back in the church. You showed that woman her place. You wouldn't let me or yourself be bullied by her, and you took charge. You make me so proud. You don't know how much that means to me. With Gerald, I never felt that safe. You are gentle, yet strong. You are kind, yet determined. You have grown up to be the loving yet strong-willed man I've always admired. I think I'm going down the slippery slope here, but I want to make you as happy as you make me... again, within reason."

Her voice wavered, but she went on. "When we are together, I feel like I can leave the old 'me' behind and become a whole new person. And I like the new 'me' far more than the old one!" She looked through the windshield, lost in her own thoughts, but still voicing her mind. "I've always relished in the fact that I'm your mother, and I don't know what I would do if I lost you. You always made me so happy while the world around me seemed to hate me."

I was touched by her honesty and I wanted to give her some reassurance while further convincing her that what we were doing was perfectly okay. "First and foremost, I don't think you could do anything to lose me. Period. Whatever happens, we'll deal with it together. Since I was little, I've always been aware of our surroundings, of how some other people treated you, and I hated that." I paused for a second as she looked at me, her eyes misty with happiness. A warm tender smile lit up her face. "You look so beautiful when you smile. I want to make you happy to keep seeing that smile of yours. And these last few days, with this new turn our relationship has taken, I've noticed you smile a whole lot more." I took hold of her hand as she turned her head and looked at me adoringly.

"So, if only for the sake of that incredible smile of yours, I'll take charge and I'll protect you to the best of my abilities." I had never sounded so serious in my life. "I agree, our relationship is shifting somewhat. But I think it's doing so in a very good way. Think of it as mother and son with benefits. You are helping me with my urges and I'm helping you become the free-spirited woman I know you yearn to be. And we are both happier in the process. So I'm not going to apologize for what I've done, as I plan on keep doing it from now on, do you understand?" I winked at her again.

I know I had touched her deeply with my words, and it showed in her teary eyes, but I didn't want her to cry at the moment, so I decided to go further with her education and make the best of our conversation.

"The fact that we enjoy our bodies doesn't mean it's wrong. In fact, it's awesome. For example, since I've learned you love it so much, I plan on letting you get as much of my cum as humanly possible. You are comfortable giving me pleasure with hand-jobs, blowjobs and tit-fucks, aren't you?"

She blushed and replied. "Yes, I'm comfortable with them. Oh, God, I never thought I would be comfortable doing that, with my very own son no less, but I am. You've awakened something in me I can't explain. When you look at me with such desire in your eyes, I feel my chest burst with happiness."

I could understand her very well indeed. I had awakened her sexuality, and it turns out my mother was a very sexual woman, only she didn't know it. But I would properly teach her. This education of hers still had a long way to go.

"I'm so glad that I can make you feel that way. But as far as anything else or anyone else goes, never you mind, mom. Let me take care of it all, one thing at a time." My resolve seemed to put her at ease and a wide smile appeared on her lips. It was clear to me she didn't mind letting me be in control.

"Now that we've cleared the air... How about you show me how great those legs of yours look? I'd really love to see them," I said, a lecherous shiver running down my spine now that I knew I'd convinced her.

"Do you mean like this?" she asked as her delicate fingers reached down and hiked it up slightly, a few inches of thigh coming into view above her dimpled little knees. My eyes were flicking back and forth between the road and the sexy sight of her creamy thighs as she continued to pull her skirt higher.

"That's it. Oh Mom, your legs look so nice with that cream on them. I love the way they glisten like that."

"Even up here?" she asked teasingly as she pulled her skirt higher, her upper thighs now exposed.

"How about you let me see if they're as shiny between your legs as they look on top," I said as I felt that delicious tingling sensation in my groin as my cock started to swell.

"Do you mean in here?" she asked innocently as she let her legs roll open, the V-shape between her thighs widening as her legs spread further and further apart.

"Yeah, right in there," I said as I felt my heart start to race at the teasing sight of my mother spreading her legs for me. The skin of her inner thighs looked temptingly sinful, the smooth skin shining provocatively under the magical allure of the silky cream. She stopped hiking up her skirt, a few inches of upper thigh still hidden from view. The dark shadows lying at the apex of that inviting V drew my eyes like iron filings to a magnet. "Is there anywhere else that's glistening like that?" I asked as I looked at her, a hint of lustful mischief in my glance.

"Wh... where do you mean?"

"Just pull that skirt a little higher," I replied, my eyes flicking over as she shifted her hips slightly to allow the skirt to be hiked up even more. "Yeah, that's it. Now let your legs come open a little more. That's it... that's my girl... perfect." She did exactly as I asked, the hem of the skirt clutched in her delicate little fingers as she drew it up to her hips, allowing her legs more freedom to spread further out to each side. As her legs parted, I looked over and saw the treasured cleft of her pussy lying hidden beneath a sexy pair of lacy white panties. I knew these were a beautiful pair of French-cut panties we'd picked out for her, the alluring line of the leg openings cut wickedly high on her hips. My cock surged as more blood pulsed into it while I looked at the teasing shadow of her full cunt-lips snuggled tightly by the sensual lacy garment. I could even see the little shadow of her large protruding clit at the top of her slit, the tight lacy material hugging her like a second skin. I felt myself licking my lips as I pictured what was lying beneath.

"Now, why don't you pull the edge of those panties up a bit so we can see if there's someplace else that's as shiny as the rest of your legs?"

She reached across her body with her right hand and pulled the edge of her panties towards the passenger door, allowing me an unobstructed view of her enticing pink pussy lips. They were glistening alright—I could see that she was absolutely soaking down there. The luscious petals of her labia and the erect spire of her prominent clit seemed to be screaming out for attention, the soft pink tissues shining with her flowing juices. Being the loving son that I was, I figured her lush wanton body should get the attention it wanted. "Mom, slip your fingers inside there and show me how wet you are," I instructed.

Holding her panties to the side with one hand, she took the first two fingers of her other hand and slid them along the glistening slit of her beckoning labia. I saw her fingertips disappear as she slipped them between the pouting soft lips. I looked up at her tremendous chest, the stiff bullets of her sizable nipples thrusting against the front of her dainty white blouse.

"That's good. Now let me see those fingers," I said. She withdrew her sodden fingers and held them out towards me, her shiny juices sparkling in the shifting light as we sped down the road. Her fingers were coated with her warm nectar, the bone-hardening scent drifting into my nostrils and firing my already rampant libido. "That's beautiful. Now rub some of that on your thumb." She did just as I asked, rubbing her thumb sensually over her glistening fingertips.

"That's the way," I continued. "Now I want you to reach down and take your clitoris between your thumb and forefinger." She did exactly as I asked, her slick fingers circling the stiff red nodule poking out from the top of her greasy slit. "That's my good girl. Now roll it slowly between your thumb and forefinger."