Ken

My day started off pretty much like any other day. I'm a senior in high school at a small county regional school serving six communities nearby. I'm not anything special in either athletic or academic circles. I don't play any sports, barely pass gym class and I've got about a mid-C average in most of my courses. I'm not built like either Arnold Schwarzenegger or Woody Allen. Somewhere in between.

I've got about the right number of friends, including girls. Actually, I probably have more girl friends than guy friends. I'm easy to talk to, somewhat humorous and I don't push myself on the girls like most of the other horny, uber-macho, guys. I guess the girls feel safe with me although we don't date. Nobody dates at my school. We just go out together in groups and have a good time. I frequently end up in a small group of mostly girls after most of the guys demonstrate their lack of respect for the girls and general insensitivity. The girls have a term for most of them: "ass-holes."

I don't think I rate high on the stud scale either but I wouldn't know. I'm eighteen years old and still a virgin, unless you count my right hand as sex. Based on self-examination, I'm probably about average. By the way, my name is Kenneth. My mom insists on calling me Kenny but most of my friends call me Ken.

As I was saying, my day started off normally. It began to change when school let us out at noon so the teachers could attend a safety-training seminar. I drove home and got there just before one pm. I came into the house through the back door but, for some reason, I didn't call out to my mother that I was home. I guess I wanted to surprise her somehow.

When she wasn't in the kitchen, I helped myself to a glass of milk and a piece of pound cake she always had on hand for me. When I was finished eating, I put my glass and plate in the dishwasher and went looking for my mom. She wasn't in the living room or the den, so I wandered down the hall to my room. On the way, I noticed her bedroom door was slightly open. I went near her door to peek inside. If didn't want to just walk in, in case she was changing or in some other compromising position.

When I looked through the crack, I saw my mother from the back; up on her knees on the bed. I could see the lower portion of a man's legs between her legs and she appeared to be having sex with him as she moved up and down over his hips. I wasn't aware that dad was expected home before Sunday and I hadn't seen his car in the driveway but it could have been in the garage.

I was shocked and glad I hadn't made any noise to interrupt them. I knew I should leave them alone but I couldn't keep myself from looking at the first live sex act I'd ever seen. While I was looking, mom leaned forward to kiss him. He leaned up to reach her lips and it wasn't my dad. It wasn't my dad! I knew immediately who it was. Pete was our next-door neighbor. His wife had passed away about six months ago and mom had been taking an occasional meal to him ever since.

I backed away from the bedroom door slowly, went out the way I came in closing the door softly, got in my car and began to drive. "Fuck. My mother's fucking the next-door neighbor. Fuck!" kept going through my head as I drove.

I don't know how I got there but I ended up at the local burger and ice cream joint. I sat in my car, trying to change the mantra in my mind that kept repeating, "Fuck. My mother's fucking the next-door neighbor. Fuck!" When I couldn't get my head around it, I decided that I needed a change of scenery and went inside. I ordered a hot fudge shake with malt, and took it to an empty table in a far corner. I never saw the group of my friends sitting on the other side of the restaurant.

I sat there, alone, sipping my shake and trying to convince myself I'd been dreaming. I had my head down and tears in my eyes when Penny came over and sat beside me. She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Penny and I had been friends since grammar school and we had always had something special between us.

"What's wrong Ken?" she asked. It was a fair question, especially from Penny but I wanted none of it. I shook my head and waved her away with my hand. She refused to leave. She took my hand and rubbed the back of it in a way that calmed me somewhat.

"I can't talk about it right now," I said.

"Maybe tomorrow?" she asked.

"Maybe tomorrow," I repeated.

"Okay. I'll see you after school tomorrow and we'll go somewhere to talk. You okay with that?"

"Yes," I mumbled and Penny returned to the rest of the group where she looked up at me often as I finished my shake and left.

I drove around until school would have normally ended and went home. I went in quietly and directly to my room. I changed into some shorts laying on the floor and a t-shirt and stayed there alone, playing some stupid video game, until my mom called me for supper. I heard her but I didn't respond. She eventually came to my room. She knocked and came in. She was wearing a light robe I hadn't seen before.

"There you are. I didn't hear you come in. Dinner's ready. Come into the kitchen so we can eat."

I looked at her sadly and followed her to the kitchen without a word. As soon as we were settled at the table, she asked, "You look a little down. Is everything okay?"

I nodded. "Everything's fine," I said.

A short while later she asked again. "Something's wrong. Did something happen at school today?"

No, mom. It's okay."

"No its not. I can see it on your face. Something's very wrong. Let me help," she offered.

"No, mom. I can handle it. It'll be okay," I said.

She dropped the issue and, after dinner, I went back to my room.

A couple of hours later, she knocked on my door again. I'd been lying on my bed, inert and thinking since dinner. She came in and sat on the edge of the bed. She was still wearing the light robe.

"Something is wrong and I'd like to help," she said.

"Mom, it's not something I can talk to you about," I said.

She sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes. It was as if she was making a decision of some kind. "Kenny, did you come home from school early today?" she finally asked.

"How did you know?" I stammered.

"I just sensed it," she said. "Did you see something you shouldn't have seen?"

Having mom acknowledge it was a relief but I still needed answers. "Mom, why?" I asked.

"It's a long story."

"I've got the time."

"You know Pete?" she asked.

"I do."

"Well, Pete lost his wife a while ago. Your dad and I felt badly for him. Dad wanted us to do whatever we could to help him through a very difficult time. You know I've been cooking meals for him off and on since Mary died. Dad's been encouraging him to play more golf and they've gone together several times. Recently, Pete has opened up about his feelings to me. Dad thought that was a good idea and encouraged me to keep him talking. I don't think he anticipated where it would lead."

"Dad doesn't know?"

"No he doesn't." He might be alright with it but I don't know and you can't tell him."

"How long?" I managed to ask.

"This afternoon was the first time. I thought he was thinking about it when dad and I visited him last week but he took until this afternoon to get the courage to come over."

"You made the first move?" I asked.

"Not really. We had been talking for a long time and sex was one of the topics we covered. Pete was pretty open about being drawn to me. It took me awhile to accept it. Dad thought it was natural for him to feel that way since, without Mary, I was the closest woman in his life. We talked about the possibility of his wanting to have sex with me but dad dismissed it as a possibility. He knew Pete respected both of us too much to risk asking. I could see how the tension was affecting Pete, so, when he kissed me I upped the ante."

"And today was the first time you guys, you know, did it?"

"Yes, and it was bad timing that you caught us."

We sat in silence for quite a while. Mom was rubbing my calf gently as we sat. Her touch was very soothing and I began to have a natural male reaction to a woman's touch - I got an erection.

"So what are we going to do about it?" mom asked as she looked at the tent in my shorts.

I couldn't help noticing where she was looking and the question was ambiguous under the circumstances.

"Do about what?" I asked innocently.

"About that you know about Pete and I and I'm concerned you might slip someday and dad will somehow find out."

"I'll never tell."

"I know but I think I need some insurance," she said.

"What? Why do you need insurance?" I asked.

"First," she said, "I liked what happened this afternoon with Pete and I'm pretty sure it's going to happen again, maybe more than once.

"Second," she continued, "I think if you had some skin in the game, some risk to yourself, you might be less inclined to accidently say something that might come back on you personally."

"Just how would you go about involving me so completely that I would never say a word?" I asked.

"For example," said mom, "I could help you with that uncomfortable looking problem inside your shorts. Maybe even teach you some of the things Pete discovered this afternoon."

"Mom! I can't get my head around this afternoon let alone the offer I think you just made. I need some time to digest it all."

"Kenny, I made the offer," she said, "and I meant it. But the offer has an expiration date. Even having it out there without you taking it increases my feeling of discomfort. I suggest you take no longer than until tomorrow at dinner time to make your decision."

She looked me in the eyes as only a mother can.

"Okay. I think I can sort it out by then."

"Then, tomorrow at dinner. Meanwhile ..." she said as she took my hand and placed in inside her robe on her bare breast. She held it there until I squeezed and felt her nipple rise.

"What was that all about?" I asked as I pulled my hand back.

"Just a little jury tampering," she said as she got up and left the room.

I don't remember much about the next day at school. I was a little distracted thinking about my mother and Pete and her offer to me. As promised, Penny was waiting for me after school. I drove us to the drive thru at Shake Shack. We got a couple of cookies and cream shakes and I drove to the state park nearby. I parked in the most remote lot, in the back away from the few cars already there, where we would be less likely to be interrupted or overheard. I opened the windows so they wouldn't steam up and draw attention to us.

"Okay Ken," opened Penny. Why are we way back here?"

"Penny," I said, "we've been friends for a long time. You're probably my oldest and closest friend.

"I agree," she said.

"This is probably the most difficult discussion I've ever had. I need to talk it out and I need someone I can trust implicitly. Someone who can listen without judgement. Someone that can offer realistic advice. Probably a woman. I think you meet all the requirements."

"Okay. You've got my attention. This is not just another Junior Achievement problem. I'm in adult mode. Tell me."

"You can never repeat what I'm about to tell you, even to your priest. Yesterday afternoon I caught my mother having sex with someone not my father."

"Shit," said Penny. "Stop there a minute while I get grounded." She sipped her shake for a few seconds. "Okay. I'm ready. There's more isn't there?"

"Yes there is. Let me get the whole story out. If you interrupt me I might get cold feet and freeze up. I went home after early dismissal yesterday and, long story short, I looked in my mother's room and she was naked on the bed and having sex with a man. You don't have to know who he is. I recognized him and that's enough.

"I left without her knowing I was there. That's when you spoke to me yesterday, right after I found them together. I was a mess. That's why I couldn't talk then."

I paused for a second to gather some courage.

Penny looked at me with a expression that said, "And ..."

"I couldn't get through the rest of the afternoon without going home and seeing my mother. She asked me several times over dinner what my problem was, but I refused to answer and went to my room as soon as I could. She came into my room later, sat on my bed and confronted me.

I tried to avoid talking to her but you know how mothers can be. She wouldn't let it go. Given what she had been up to in the afternoon, I think she took a calculated risk and asked me if I had come home early. She had me. She trumped me when she asked if I had seen anything."

"Shit," said Penny.

"Yeah. Shit. She went on to admit to what she had done and explained how it had happened. The details aren't important but her explanation made a kind of crazy sense to me. She admitted that dad doesn't know and she doesn't want him to know, at least until she tells him. She proposed a scheme that would guarantee I wouldn't tell anyone and gave me until tonight, at dinner, to accept."

"And you want my advice on what to do?" Penny asked.

"I think so. I'm so close to it I can't think straight."

"So what the hell did she propose?" she asked.

"She wants me to have the same risk as she does if anyone finds out. She offered to have sex with me."

"Double shit. I wanted it to be me. You're not kidding are you?"

"No, I'm not. She sealed it before she left by putting my hand on her breast. Wait a minute. What did you say?"

"I said something?" Penny responded coyly.

"Yes you did. I need you to say it again."

Penny took my hand, "Ken, I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time. This wasn't how I wanted to tell you but with all this talk about sex, it just slipped out."

"Penny, I had no idea. I feel like an idiot. I want to have sex with you too but it has to be special, romantic even. This is not the time or the place."

"You're right about that. We need to plan and let the expectations work to maximize the moment. Right now we have a more immediate problem. What about your mother? What do you intend to tell her?"

"I don't know. If I do its incest and there's all kind of social prohibitions against that," I said.

"Let me put on my teenage boy hat for a moment," Penny said. "Your mother is hot. I mean really hot. Every guy in school would jump her bones in a New York minute if she made the offer to them."

"But she made the offer to me, her son."

"That's true but what would you do if it was someone else's mother making the offer to you?"

"I see your point. That's helpful. I don't have to make the decision for a couple of hours. However, I have another concern. How would that affect us? I mean we just agreed that we're going to get intimate. Even before we do, I'd never do anything to mess us up."

"Nothing's going to mess us up. I'm going to reverse the logic. It's your mother. No one would ever suspect. You have the entire weight of society protecting you. No one will ever know, including me, unless you tell me and right now I don't want to know."

"Damn, you're good. Thanks," I said and I leaned in to kiss her. I'd known her forever, and this was the first real kiss we had shared. It was beyond description. We left nothing on the table. If we hadn't talked earlier, we might have done the deed right there. I knew in my soul that I wanted her and I wanted her in a way I'd remember forever. I got the feeling she wanted it the same way.

I drove Penny back to her car and went home. Mom met me at the door. I swear she had been standing there waiting for me to come in.

"Have you thought about it?" she asked.

"When's dinner," I asked back, and went to my room.

Mom had dinner on the table in record time. When I came into the kitchen she had the robe on again and it was loosely tied. When she moved in certain ways, I could see her breasts and, the way it hung open, her pubic area was on display more than it wasn't. At the table she was bouncing around like an excited schoolgirl. The movement of her breasts entertained me all through dinner. When we finished I carefully cleaned up everything before I sat down again. It must have been excruciating for her but I thought it was fair considering what I had been through the last twenty-four hours.

"I have a condition," I said.

"What condition?" she asked.

"You will never call me Kenny again. I prefer Ken."

"That's all? Done, but not in front of your father. He'll notice and ask questions I'd rather not answer."

"I can live with that," I agreed.

"And you should call me Mel, but also not in front of your father."

"Also agreed," I said. I looked at her for a couple of long seconds. "If that's all, I accept your offer."

Mel jumped out of her chair and sat on my lap. "You'll never regret this," she said as she kissed me on the lips. Penny's kiss was better but I wouldn't complain about how Mel went about it. She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against my lips until I opened my mouth and let her tongue in. She moved her tongue around inside my mouth and, when she withdrew it, I ran my tongue around her mouth as well. When we broke the kiss, I discovered I was squeezing Mel's tit with my right hand outside her robe.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom, her robe trailing behind her. I watched her naked ass shake as she hurried us down the hall. In the bedroom, she sat me on the bed, stood back a few steps and dropped the robe to the floor. She stood in front of me totally exposed. She did a little pirouette. "I want you to see what you're agreeing to. Like what you see?" she asked.

"Mom, I mean Mel, I don't just like what I see, I love it. You're hot. Actually, you're very hot." I then paraphrased Penny. "Mel, every guy in school would jump your bones in a second if you gave them the chance."

"These old bones?" she asked.

Those fantastic bones," I replied.

"Don't give me any ideas," she laughed. She held up one of her breasts. "How about my tits? Do they sag too much?"

"They don't sag at all. They're just begging for attention," I answered.

She pushed me back on the bed and jumped on top of me. "You have a silver tongue and I love it," she said as she kissed with a passion I didn't know she had. Mel jumped off me and the bed. She reached out and pulled me to my feet. "Let's get these clothes off you," she said as she pulled my shirt over my head and began to unbutton my shorts.

"Slow down Mel. We have all night," I said. "I want making love to you special."

"You're right Ken," she said. "I'm just so pumped with your decision that I lost control." She turned us around and sat on the bed in front of me. "Please take off your shorts for me," she requested politely.

Knowing she was highly motivated, I unbuttoned the fly of my shorts very slowly. I watched her face with her hungry eyes and tongue licking her lips as I slowly slid the shorts down to pool at my feet on the floor. They caught slightly on my erection as they fell. I had gone commando knowing what my decision was going to be.

She seemed mesmerized. She looked up at me and said, "Wow. Incredible. Your father would be jealous. Did you do something to encourage that monster or am I just lucky?" she asked.

I smiled at her question and remained silent. She motioned for me to turn around and I repeated the pirouette she had done for me. When I completed the turn, she was on her knees in front of me waiting. She took my cock in one hand and began kissing the top of my erection. She looked up at me but I had my eyes closed and missed it.

"I can see you like that," she said.

"I like that," I repeated.

Mel stood up without letting go. "Get up on the bed and crawl to the middle on your back. I do much better that way."

She let go and I did as she requested. She crawled up between my legs. She held my erection up away from my stomach and began to kiss it again. She put her mouth around the head and began to feed my cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. The feeling was euphoric. She was very good I thought although I had little to compare it to except a couple of aborted efforts by a girl in the back of my car.