The Wrong Time!

Hello and welcome to my story, I hope you like it, this is my second story, and as always all comments are welcome, as long there are literate and make sense of course.

To warn you, I am from the UK, I speak in the Queen's English, although I use the word "Mom" not "Mum", I have used it since I was very young as "Mum" doesn't sound right. I am one of MANY UK based people that use "Mom" instead of "Mum", I have had comments on this before, so if you do not like this, do NOT continue to read this story, if you do, don't bother to comment on the matter, much appreciated.

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My name is John, I'm 25 years old, and I live at home with my 48 year old mom, Amelia. My Dad left when I was 11, he couldn't handle the prospect of being with just one woman for the rest of his life, so the chicken shit just upped and left.

The less said about him the better really.

I am 6ft 2" with a dark brown hair and a medium build. Amelia, my mom, is 5ft 10" with auburn hair, slim build and quite fit and healthy.

Living at home with my Mom is great, I have no bills to pay, and I can continue to run my own business from home with little or no overheads, except my rent to her. Plus of course I get to spend most of my time with a beautiful woman.

Mom works part time as an auxiliary nurse, which basically meant that she looks after the patients at the hospital and makes sure everyone is happy and comfortable. She's always happy herself when she's helping others, she was born for the job.

She never has got involved with another man, not that it bothers me whether she does or not, it just means I get more of her time. Don't get me wrong, she's had the interest there, it's just never been reciprocated.

So my story begins when I spent a weekend away on a business meeting to try and obtain some more stock for my record store. I knew that I had some things booked in my time the following week, but being a bit of an idiot, managed to leave my diary at home. I knew I had a driving lesson, I knew I had a DJ gig; I also knew I had a meeting with my Business Mentor, all within a few days of my return home.

I left on the Thursday, to return back home the following Tuesday. For some reason, I got ridiculously paranoid, and had the nagging thought that I had booked my driving lesson for that same Tuesday morning when I wouldn't be around, so I had to call home to get mom to check for me. I picked up my mobile from the sideboard of the apartment I was staying in, and punched in the number.

The call was picked up at the other end and the instantly recognisable voice of my mom called out.

"Hello?"

"Hey Mom, only me!" I answered.

"Oh hi John, how are we?!"

"Not too bad thanks, yourself?"

"Oh you know, plodding on!"

"Good good, erm... just a quick one, I'm heading back soon, train is in half an hour, but I've got myself all paranoid that I've booked my driving lesson for this morning, could you check my book for me and let me know when I've booked it in for and what time?"

"Oh right, oki doki, I'm right by the cupboard where it is now hang on..." at this point my mom started rustling around in the cupboard to grab the book out, then flipped the pages through to the last booked date, "ahh you're ok, it says Wednesday, has it got a time?"

Me thinking 'of course it does, I can't just book a day and wait for the instructor to turn up can I?!', I replied "Yea it should be written right next to it..."

"Ahh 8am it says here... that right?" she asked.

"Yea that'd be about right, cheers!" I replied.

That was pretty much all that I had time for, as I still needed to get ready and get to the station so I could get home. So we said our goodbyes and I packed up the rest of my stuff, and headed out to get the train.

I'll fast forward a bit through all the boring stuff, the travel back home on trains and buses was as normal as any other journey... seats and scenery is about it.

So 3 and half hours later I strode in through the front door, walked straight into the front room where I knew mom would be sat, with her laptop on her knees and the TV on. Sure enough, there she was, sat in the exact way she always is, playing games on the internet and pretty much ignoring the telly.

"Hey mum!"

"Hey John, how you doing? Good journey?"

"Ahh same as usual really, trees, fields and city centres mainly."

"Ha, I can imagine! D'you want somthin' to eat? Bet you're starved!"

"I am actually yea, sound!"

So mom gets up and goes to prepare a meal for me whilst I unpack my stuff. When I come downstairs again my dinner is waiting for me and mom says "bet you'll be getting an early night tonight with your early start tomorrow?!"

"Yea pretty much, gonna be knackered if I stay up!"

"Thought as much!" she replied, she seemed a little disappointed.

"I can stay up if you like, it won't matter too much I guess... probably won't get to sleep straight away anyway!"

"Naa you're ok, you go early, don't want to mess up your driving."

"If you're sure..."

"I'm sure."

So the rest of the day went as normal really, TV and laptop for mom, and business calls and website updates for me. I did take an early night that night, I didn't remember agreeing to an earlier lesson the next morning, I knew I'd be tired so I couldn't see why I'd done it, moment of madness I guess!

I set my alarm for 7:30am - I'm a guy, I don't need a lot of time to get ready in the mornings - I got up after hitting snooze once. As I was in the bathroom I heard mom getting up, thinking to myself it was a little weird, as she doesn't usually rise at that time. I flushed the toilet, and peered out the door, she'd just got to my bedroom door and said "oh you're up, ok then", and went back to bed. I guess she must have been calling me and I couldn't hear from the bathroom or something.

I got myself sorted and ready and waited downstairs, it got to about 7:55am and I realised I hadn't grabbed my driving book to take with me, so I grabbed it out of the cupboard and flipped it to the back page, and there I saw in the last entry "Wed - 12 noon"... I was livid, not only had I taken an early night for no reason, but I'd also got up when I didn't need to! I couldn't see where mom had thought "8am" was written down anywhere, so decided to run back upstairs and ask her what was going on.

I knocked on her bedroom door.

"Yes?"

I walked in, and walked over to the bed, "Erm, 8am?" I asked questioningly.

"Yes, what about it?" she asked.

"Well, can you show me in here where it says 8am then? I can't see it" I rallied back with a smile on my face. I couldn't help but smile at my mom, I never can stay mad at her, especially as she was laying there in her silk purple night dress looking a lot like perfection.

She grabbed the book and flipped to the first page, last entry at bottom, "there, wed - 8am!"

"That's the first page there mother!" I stated sarcastically.

"Huh?"

"That's the first page! Flip it again."... She flipped the page...

"Now read the last entry there..." she leaned closer to the page so that her nighty fell forward, I couldn't help but notice and look. She looked up at me and followed my gaze downward, smiled and said "Oh god, 12 noon! Sorry!"

"Ahh don't worry, at least I can get back into bed for a while eh?!"

"OH that'd be nice" she replied, smiling back at me and patting the sheets.

"Ay?" I said, taken by surprise.

"What? You can't cuddle your own mom now?!" she asked in an offended tone.

"Of course I can but..."

"No buts," she interrupted "come and give your old mom a love!" she said, still smiling.

"Ok ok!" I gave in, "Let me go take my shoes off!"

"That's fine; I have to go the bathroom anyway"

"And less of the 'old' there mum, you aren't there yet!"

"Pfft! I feel it sometimes!" she stated as she got up herself.

I walked back to my room, took off my converse, stripped back down to my boxers and made my way back to mom's room.

I walked back into the room and mom looked and smiled with one eyebrow raised.

"Well I'm not getting into bed with all my clothes on am I?! That's not a cuddle" I laughed.

"Fair enough!" she said as I slipped between the sheets.

We lay there in silence for a while, mom hadn't moved towards me for this cuddle, and she hadn't even spoken to me since I climbed into the bed, she just watched me.

"Are you gonna have this cuddle then or what?!" I asked playfully.

"Well... I would...." she stammered.

"You would but what?" I challenged her.

"Well, I'm only wearing my lower level underwear!" she said quietly.

"Erm... thought you were in your nightdress thing?!"

"I was, then I did what I always do after getting back in to bed, and I took it off! I didn't think you'd be lying here next to me 5 minutes later!"

"But... you asked me to!" I said firmly.

"Yes well... I was running on auto-pilot wasn't I?!"

"Oh it doesn't matter, I don't even care, I'm only in my boxers myself, come here and have a damn cuddle will ya?!" I demanded.

Mom shuffled across the bed as I lifted my arm up to let her head rest on my shoulder. She slid herself up against me and I felt her smooth breasts rest against my side. She lifted her left leg over mine and cuddled up to me.

"There, that's not so bad is it?" I asked as she laid her head on me.

"No... That's quite nice actually" she replied.

I hadn't realised until she slightly sighed and pushed into me a little, that I had automatically started stroking her bare back with the tips of my fingers, she kept shuffling into me more and more as I did so. This in turn made her do the same to my side, her fingertips running up and down my right hip, and up towards my ribs and back down again.

We lay there for a while repeating this motion, until my boxers became unbearably tight around my crotch, I had managed to let my own mom get me ridiculously erect, and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Erm..." I ventured.

"Yes?" Mom asked, raising her head slightly, all touching had frozen now.

"Erm... well... it's just... aha... you've given me an erection mom." I said gingerly.

"I have???"

"Erm yea, I'm gonna have to adjust! Hang on!" I said as I shifted my weight so I could move and adjust my member in my shorts. At this point mom began stroking my side again, but moved her focus quite swiftly to my stomach. I began to stroke her back again, with my whole hand now, running from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, sending shivers through her body.

She began to slide her hand further down my torso, down to my waist, and gently running her fingers back and forth.

I closed my eyes and didn't want to open them again in case what was happening went away; suddenly my mom's hand was on my boxers, squeezing my erect penis in her hand. "Well, I have given you quite the hard on haven't I?!" she exclaimed as she continued to squeeze. I ran my hands further down her body without replying, until I hit her waist line, "Erm... Mom?"

"Yes John?" she whispered.

"I thought you said you only had your 'lower level underwear' on?" I asked.

"Umm, I did"

"Did?" I ventured.

"Yes, I did say that." she explained.

"Well, I'm not feeling any clothing down here" I said as I patted her butt. She laughed and said "Well, I think if I'd have told my son I was naked, I'm pretty sure he would have run a mile! Don't you?" I thought about this, and eventually replied "No actually, I'm here now aren't I?".

Amelia smiled now, hugged me tighter, I lifted myself off of the bed to remove my boxers, and kicked them out the end of the bed.

Immediately mom's hand was back on my erect cock, "Mmmm, okay then!" she said, "That's bigger than I expected!" I laughed and replied "Thanks I guess".

I reached down with my free hand and grabbed her leg, pulling it over me completely now.

"Erm, what are you doing young man?!" My mom asked accusingly.

"What?" I said, "I can't have a quick kiss off my own mom now huh?!"

"Oh well, I suppose so" mom relaxed as she lent down towards me, our lips gently touched in a light kiss, before we knew it our lips were locked together, and our tongues swirling together. I pushed my hips down into the bed, and raised back up in between her legs, my head touching her lips lightly, she shuddered. I repeated this process a few times, before I reached down and lifted my cock up, and raised my body to meet her wet clit as my hips came back up.

My helmet slipped just inside her as we kissed, mom gasped as she felt my slight entry. Gently I pushed further into her, she moaned into my mouth as I slipped further and further into what felt like heaven. Our hips met.

"That. Is more than a quick kiss." mom whispered.

"I know. But it feels amazing." I whispered back.

"Agreed" she succumbed.

Slowly but surely we built up a rhythm between us, slow, deep and gentle, I slid in and out of my own mom like it were the most natural thing in the world. She arched her back and bounced her hips up and down against mine. Our lips still locked together, and my left hand still stroking her, and her right still stroking me, we took our free hands, and locked them together. Before long my mom was moaning louder and louder into my mouth and her first orgasm washed over her. It had been a while for both of us, so right before she collapsed on top of me, I couldn't hold back, I shot my load straight into my mother's centre, sending waves over both of us.

We lay there smiling and gently kissing each other before continuing again and again. Eventually I had to leave for my driving lesson, but Amelia was there waiting for me upon my return.