A Long Time Coming

By Becca Sinh
Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011 Becca Sinh

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He needed sex. And he needed it bad.

Unfortunately he was alone in the house.

Well, not totally alone. His mom was downstairs, watching the weather reports. But that hardly counted. She was...well, his mom.

He had to admit, though, that for a mom, Deanna wasn’t too darned bad to look at. Living on the farm, and working hard to keep everything in working order, was good for staying in shape. Her legs were long, her hips and waist were still slender, and her breasts were high and firm. Most of the guys in his graduating class had the hots for her, even though she was nearly twice their age. She was simply that pretty.

Out beyond Hazard, he knew, women waited longer to get married and start having kids. But Hazard was still pretty much a frontier kind of town, and fifteen-year-old brides weren’t uncommon. So it had never really bothered him that his mom had given birth to him on her sixteenth birthday.

Tomorrow was their joint birthday, and normally that was a pretty cool thing. But this year, it wasn’t going to be quite as much fun. The snow had really bad this winter, and they’d been stuck in the house for nearly two whole weeks. Neither of them had been able to buy each other any presents.

The delicious scent of cooling chocolate cake wafted upstairs, tempting his stomach. It was nearly midnight. Maybe he could talk her into lighting the candles early, and sharing a tasty slice in front of the blazing fire.

Brad sighed, and tugged a long t-shirt over his broad shoulders. If he couldn’t satisfy the deeper craving that kept gnawing at his guts, at least his taste buds could rejoice. His mom was a helluva good cook.

Deanna glanced up when he padded downstairs in bare feet, and perched on the arm of the couch to stare at the weather reports. “They’re predicting another six inches before it’s over,” she frowned, glancing anxiously out the window. Already the bottom panes were half-buried by windblown drifts. “I guess we’ll just have to delay the party for a few days.”

“Then why did you bake the cake tonight?” Deliberately he lifted his nose high into the air, and sniffed deep like a bloodhound, just to make her laugh.

“Habit, I guess.” Dee’s eyes danced with amusement. “Well, it could be worse. We have plenty of firewood, plenty of food, and plenty of board games to keep us amused.”

Board games weren’t exactly what he’d had in mind, while he’d been slowly stroking himself upstairs in his bedroom. A sexy willing girl, now that would be an incredible birthday present! But the only girl around was his mom.

The hot jolt that ricocheted through his lean body startled him.

Down, boy...nothing for you here.

Another jolt, and the front of his nightshirt began to bulge out in an erotic tent.

Brad quickly shifted positions, so that his fierce arousal wouldn’t be quite as visible. His mom was pretty mellow about most things, and didn’t even mind him wandering around in his underpants. But he didn’t think she’d like seeing him prance around with a huge erection. That was likely to lead to all kinds of awkward questions.

“And we’ll always have each other.” She leaned back against the cushion, and casually patted his bare thigh. “That’s the most important part of all.”

The light touch of her hand sent electric currents racing through his blood. Brad sucked in a startled gasp, and only just managed to turn it into a strained yawn when she glanced up at him in concern.

He’d swear that the thought had never occurred to him before, but suddenly there it was, full-formed in brilliant glowing colors. He didn’t want a teenage girl. He wanted his mother!

God was going to blast him into a million charred pieces for even daring to think such a thing!

He shifted a little more, then urgently pressed the heel of his hand against the bobbing tent, trying to force it into submission.

“Brad, are you okay?” She glanced up again as he squirmed a little. “You look...awfully tense.”

‘Tense’ didn’t even begin to describe the hot throbbing that was swelling his cock like a balloon!

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just disappointed about the weather.” He tried to keep his voice level, and thought maybe he’d succeeded when she nodded understandingly. “I’m gonna go back upstairs now.”

“Okay. Try not to stay up too late tonight, we’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Oh, he was already ‘up.’ And he wasn’t just ‘big,’ he was huge! God help him!

“Sure thing. ’Night, Mom.”

He was just starting up the stairs when her soft voice stopped him in his tracks. “You’re lucky that you can take care of it so easily.”

“What?” He spun around and stared at her in shocked disbelief.

“What?” She looked at him, too, and then a rosy blush stained her cheeks. “Oh! I didn’t mean for you to hear me!”