Title: Violence Does Resolve Things
Keywords: mF, mat, cheat, teen, inc, mom, son
Author: Caesar
Summary: Mom desires to give her son Jason self confidence with girls after he comes home beaten up.






There was a young lady from Dumfries
Who said to her boyfriend, "It's some freeze!
       My navel's all bare,
       So stick it in there,
Before both my legs and my bum freeze."



Violence Does Resolve Things

by Caesar, copyright 2004

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

Edited by Alvin Leader, Revision 1.3.

I tried to close the back door behind me as quiet as I could.

"Jason?"

"Can you come down here please?"  It was mom - and she was in the
basement.

"I have some things to do first mom!"  I shucked my jacket and then
made my way through the kitchen, heading to the stairs to the upper
floor and the privacy of my bedroom.

"I need your help right now young man!"  I knew that voice and so
understood that it brokered no leniency.  With reluctance and slow
steps, I reversed my direction and went down the lit wooden stairway
to the cement basement.

"Hurry Jason!"

Mom was standing on a old stool and was stretching upward on her toes
so that her calves were bunched up under the strain; a box that saw
better days maybe ten years ago looked ready to tumble directly down
upon her.

I wasn't sure if she was placing it on the shelf or removing it - but
her finger tips were the only thing stopping it from falling.

"There you are young man - I could use some help?"  She still had not
turned around - practically balancing on her bare toes.

Mom wore her normal Saturday attire - old gray shorts that used to be
mine and an ugly sweat shirt that she had when she went to
University... about a million years before.

"That stool doesn't look safe mom?"

She spoke in that adult voice every eighteen year-old knew, "I know
that Jason...!"  She turned to look at me and then stopped with her
mouth open.

The box started to fall - her hands seemingly forgotten to balance it
on the edge of the shelf.

"Mom!"

She looked upward and saw the box start to tip toward her and I jumped
forward as she fell back off the stool.

The contents of the box fell out as it fell - so that knitting
materials from one of mother's craft-kicks a decade before rained down
upon the both of us.

Mother's whole weight was in my arms and she looked at me over her
shoulder; I saw her eyes widen in surprise.  "Jason?"

Quickly she rolled out of my grasp back on her feet facing me.

"My god honey, what happened to you?"  She seemed to have forgotten
the box and its contents which were strewn about the cement floor.

No use trying to hide it now.

"I was in a fight."  No shit - my face had to look as bad as it felt.

Her hand came up but stopped just before touching my cheek.

"Does it hurt?" She had a pain-filled look on her face; as if it was
her that had just been in a fight.  Tears came quickly to her eyes,
"Oh honey!"

She took another pregnant look at my abused face before grabbing my
hand and leading me up to the kitchen.

I was placed at the breakfast table as she went upstairs to the
bathroom to retrieve the First Aid Kit.

Mother put on a somber face as she applied peroxide to my open wounds
and had me hold two different ice packs over one eye and the other
cheek.  Only after she was busy working on restoring my mediocre
teenage looks did she ask as gently as she could, "What was the fight
about Jason?"

I didn't want to tell her, and just shrugged.

She continued to work without a word before she again asked, "Was it
something about school?"

I could not contain a mirth-filled laugh.  "No."  I wish.

Another pause; "Then what Jason?"

I could hear the strain in her voice, see the way she took deep
breaths to still her emotions; this was hitting mom harder than I
would have thought, almost as hard as the fists upon my face.

"Its a little embarrassing mom."

Mom paused for a brief second before continuing to work on my wounds.
"I am your mother Jason - nothing you say can embarrass me."

No, it would embarrass me!  "Can we just drop it mom?"

She put down the peroxide-wet cotton ball and stared at me firmly - "I
want to know what it was all about young man?"

I knew that voice - and it brokered no option.

With a shrug I suddenly felt my eyes water as the words came out with
a stutter, "Some people at school have been calling me a 'fag' and
'homo'."

Mother actually did a double take - blinking at her surprise.  She
looked at the open First Aid Kit suddenly embarrassed and finally
said.


"Are you...?"  She could not say 'homosexual' - which would be funny
if not given the current situation.

"No."  I wasn't - of that I am sure.

She visibly relaxed, her breath coming out in a long stress-releasing
exhale.

My face was as good as it was going to get - as only time will heal
the remaining wounds.  Mom was tidying up the kit, "How did these boys
get the idea that you ... well...?"

".Gay., mom?"  She nodded, still not able to look at me.  "Some girls
at school have been spreading the rumour."

She finally looked at me, both my hands still holding ice against my
face - I must look like a teenage comical Rocky actor.  Unfortunately,
my getting beat up only proved that I was a looser.  'A bum' as Rocky
would have said.

"Why would they do that Jason?"

I shrugged initially, this being the main source of my embarrassment,
"Cathy Summers and I...well -- she started it."

Mom just glared at me - telling me to continue.

"I tried to kiss her and she started to laugh - telling me I kissed
like her ten year-old cousin.  She told everyone that I kissed like a
'pansy'."

My head hung upon my shoulders.  It did not help that I was a head
shorter than the smallest guy in my class - still smaller than my
petite mom.

"All this over just one kiss?"

I shrugged yet again, "It was a pretty pathetic kiss mom."

"Well what does this Cathy Summers expect Jason - you have to learn
with someone?"  Mother was getting angry - as was easily apparent in
her voice.  "Sounds like she is a grade 'A' bitch!"

I nodded in agreement - I could certainly pick 'em.  If I had not
tried to score with the schools primo chick - this beating would never
have happened.

She picked up the First Aid kit, "Go watch the television honey - I
will bring you your supper.  Keep the ice on your bruises - it will
help the swelling go down."

I did as requested - using the remote to surf through the channels for
the next couple of hours.  Mom sat with me, both of us eating the
pizza that she had ordered.

During this sitting - mother could not take her eyes from me.  When I
looked at her, she would smile gently and then turn toward the
television.

I wondered what she may be thinking.  I prayed it wasn't something
crazy like calling Cathy Summers parents or the school! Parents do
stupid thinks like that sometimes.

It was dark outside when I turned off the television; I was disgusted
at my loss of hours to moronic programming.

The ice packs had long melted and mom had been gone for hours. So I
headed upstairs to my room and dressed into my pyjama bottoms.  I
brushed my teeth and grabbed a book to read before climbing into bed.

It was only at that point that mom knocked on my door and struck her
head in. "Honey?  Can I come in?"

She had opened the door to look in, so what else could I say, "Sure
mom."  I said with a sigh; I dreaded the thought that she wanted to
talk more about my battered face and what had caused it.  I set my
book down and sat up with my back against my head board.

Mom stepped in, closed the door behind her and walked silently to my
bedside in her bare feet.  She was wearing her normal bedtime attire -
a long, over-sized, tee shirt that hung to her knees.  Mom sat down by
my hip, facing me.

"How are you feeling honey?"

I shrugged, "Better I guess."

She nodded, looking down at her exposed knees for almost a moment -
until the silence was getting a little awkward when she asked, "I have
an offer for you honey?"

It was late, I just wanted her to leave so I could read then sleep.

"But even the offer must be just between you and I - you can not tell
anyone.  Not even Gerald."  Gerald was my best friend.

Mom had peaked my interest and I had no idea what she had to 'offer'.

Mom still did not look at me but she did not pause, "I want to help
you with your self-confidence problem with girls honey."

What did she mean?

"And if you are up to it - we can start right now?"

I blinked but otherwise did not move - I was not sure what she was
talking about?  Do I have a self-confidence problem?

Mother finally looked up into my eyes and saw my confusion and smiled
softly, "Oh Jason, you do not understand do you?"

I shrugged.  With her smile, she was making me feel like a child again
. like when a child is involved in an adult conversation that makes
little sense.

She reached out to hold one of my hands in both of hers, "Mommy is
offering to teach you all about girls, honey?"

I blinked again, but this time rather than confusion it was with
surprise.  The only way I could think of that mom could teach me about
girls was for her to... well, its not like she had a boy-girl manual
in her back pocket is it?

Not for the first time in my life - but with more a selfish eye than
ever before - I appraised my mother.  She was short and slim . petite
as she liked to call it - with small breasts and hips, shapely legs
and a surprisingly attractive round ass.  Her hair was short blond,
from a bottle, and a still had a cute pixie face.

Gerald had often spoke about how he thought my mother was attractive -
a 'hot little piece' as he called her.  I thought he always did it to
get me angry - so over the years, had learnt to just laugh off his
comments - but perhaps he was serious after all.


Why would mother offer such a thing?  It was not like she needed a guy
in her life - she had dated three different guys in the last six
months. Each of whom would spend a few nights each week sleeping
over. If mother wanted another man, she had the means. I've seen her
dressed in a short tight skirt, stockings and no brassier as she went
out with two of her girlfriends.  'Trolling for guys' as they jokingly
called it.

Is it any wonder that the females of our species scare me?

Mother must have seen my introspection within my eyes and followed up,
"I mean, if you want too?  If it.s not too weird?"

Now I knew, with a certainty, what she was offering; at least, in
general.

Did I want too?  I had no idea - it scared me more than the bullies,
from earlier in the day; chasing me down three blocks with violence in
their eyes.  Yet I was a guy and no guy would ever admit to not
'wanting too' - if you get my meaning.  So I mumbled, "I do".

Mom nodded - looking pleased and perhaps with a little pity.

Its not cool to be given pity by ones parent!

"Why don't you sit up here next to mommy and we can start with
kissing?"  She released my hand and patted the bed next to her hip.

Suddenly my heart was thumping as it had been when I was with Cathy
Summers and had my first kiss.  Cathy had toyed with me then . playing
me for her amusement.  What was the reason that mom was offering this
help?  Was it as simple as love or was I about to be humiliated, even
inadvertently, by my own parent?

I sat up, my hands sweating.

Our faces were a breath away from the other, our eyes searching into
the soul of the other.  "Now lean forward and kiss me Jason."

I moved forward and mom's head jerked back, away from me, "Whoa honey!
Take it slow!"  She brought both her hands up to cradle my face
between them, being careful of my bruises, and then gently brought us
together.

Our lips touched very softly and it was reminiscent of any of mothers
and my kisses prior to this moment.  Everyone knows that kissing a
girl is not like kissing your mom!

Suddenly this was getting a little weird; I pulled away from her lips
and hands. "You know what mom - perhaps this is a little strange?"

She frowned a little while staring at me intently - I could see that
she was not about to take 'no' as an answer.

"Is that you find me repulsive?"  Her voice was cold and I knew that
danger lay ahead - I just knew not in what form.

"Of course not mom."  I could no longer look at her - I was becoming
so embarrassed.

"Then perhaps you like girls with big tits instead?"

I shrugged.  .Sure I liked big breasts, what guy doesn't?.

I had never heard my mom say 'tit' before and this was getting weirder
every moment.

"It.s my age perhaps?  You find older, experienced, woman a turn-off?"

I never really thought of it before.  I guess I like older women . I
have masturbated to enough of my female teachers, neighbours and even
starlets to fill a gallon jar with proof.  "Yes, I like older women."

My voice cracked - another humiliating brick in the building of my
wall of shame.

She took a long deep breath and then asked, "Then you do not want to
do this because I am your mother?"

Duh?

Mother softened her voice and reached out to hold both of my hands in
her own.  "Who is better equipped to train a young man about lessons
in love than his mother?"  There was no answer to that - though I
doubt she was looking for one.  "Can I tell you a secret honey?"

My eyes returned to hers and they were soft and patient, which gave me
the nerve to nod for her to continue.

"The thought of you and I... well, it turns me on honey."  She blinked
and hid her eyes as if embarrassed before returning to gauge my
response.

The only response I had to that was to swallow thickly.

Then mother brought both my hands up and pressed them, my palms
downward, directly over her small breasts.  I felt my face flush and
my eyes drop to stare at my hands, imagining the flesh beneath the
cotton white tee-shirt.

"Squeeze them Jason."  Her hands were above my own and she pressed my
fingers together so that my hands mauled her soft but firm flesh.  Two
hard points began to grown into my palms and I shivered at the
knowledge of what was causing it.

I was nothing less than stunned and incredibly turned on.

After a lengthy enough time of my man-handling her bosom, mother
leaned forward and brought her lips to mine.

We kissed ever so gently and this time it was nothing like any other
kiss I had ever had.

It was not so much in the technique as the passion behind those warm
moist full lips.

And that amazing feeling did not stop after just one kiss - or rather
after a few seconds of oral touching.  The single kiss melted into
another, then another - her lips gently prying my own apart . sucking
y breath away with desire.  Her tongue slipped into my mouth like a
thief in the night, probing and then searching for my valuables.  Her
lips and tongue turned aggressive, anxious, as if she were attempting
to devour me.

I responded finally, rather than follow her lead.  I kissed my mother
back - my lips moving independently to hers, my tongue sliding into
her mouth and tasting her.

She was thrusting her chest into my palms, her hands holding my
shoulders now and no longer guiding my own.  I was rough with her
chest - mauling her suppleness every which way, teasing the nipple
mercilessly.

There were gasps from the both of us - heavy breathing and little
sighs coming from mother.

Then she pulled away - her face red and her eyes wild.

"God!"

A smile appeared on her lips and infected my own.

"You never kissed anyone but Cathy Summers Jason?"

I was out of breath, "No mom."  How long had we kissed?  Several
minutes at least?  Twenty, maybe thirty!



Mother smiled knowingly, "She is a fool honey!"  Mom dived forward,
forgetting her earlier lesson to me about shoving my face against
hers, as our lips began a renewed assault.

I gave as good as I got!

Mom gently pressed with her hands on my shoulders so that I fell back
onto my bed, she falling upon and with me, our lips not missing a
beat.  Then with a trembling hand she yanked one of my paws from her
chest and brought it around so that it pressed upon the back of her
bare leg.

The heat of her flesh was intoxicating and I did not think about my
action before I slide my hand up beneath her tee-shirt to suddenly
hold a handful of her round sexy soft ass.

My other hand abandoned her mauled chest and slid beneath her skirt so
that I was cupping both her ass cheeks possessively.  She was not
wearing any panties!

She was grinding her groin into my own - through my clothing; we
instinctively knew what was where.  Mother was possessed as she orally
attacked my lips and tongue - becoming a woman that I had never known.

Suddenly her mouth came away, but our noses still touched, as she
looked into my eyes like a wild woman, insane, "I need you to fuck me
Jason!"

My gasp, this time, was of amazement.  I had never heard anyone say
those words to me before - let alone someone in such need.  And I had
never heard mom say 'fuck' before.

I liked it!

My dick was hard as never before, pressing up against the naked mound
of my mother.s sex.  She knew it as well - having dry humped me for
the last several moments.

Gone was the strangeness of being intimate with ones mother . my
passion was overloading my senses and I wanted this sexy woman above
me.  I still had two handholds of perfect flesh and could feel her as
she clenched and ground her sex against me.

Mother stuck out her tongue and licked at my chin - at the abundant
saliva there.  Our saliva.

God - how sexy!

"Tell mommy how you want her honey?  You got mommy so hot - she will
do anything!"

I just looked at her - stunned at being given the decision for our
next move.

Mother stared at me impatiently for several long seconds before she
sat up and quickly and yanked her cotton tee-shirt up over her head
and threw it upon my bedroom floor.

Sitting over me, my hands still cupping her ass, I looked up at my
fully naked mother - with nothing less than total lust and love.  Both
her own hands came up and squeezed her own breasts - and the groan
that echoed off my walls was my own.

Mother shoved herself against my covered hardness - my eyes seeing the
trimmed perfection beneath her navel as it teased me with each of her
movements.

Then with hands trembling violently, mother reached down between us
and roughly yanked my pyjama bottoms away from my crotch.  Then,
anxiously, mother grasped my prick, rose up, and then actually
screamed as she sunk down upon me.

The first thing I thought of was that I was a virgin no more.  Then my
mind began to focus upon what was happening about my waist . where
mother and I were joined as intimately as two people can ever be.

"That feels so fucking good Jason!"  Her hands again upon her own
chest, being as rough as I had been earlier - mother began long slow
movements up and down on my cock.

My eyes were becoming itchy - since I would not blink, worried that I
would miss something.

I saw my hard penis move in and out between the mysterious pink
feminine folds of the woman who bore me as the sensations were quickly
overcoming me.

How to describe heaven!  It felt hot but very very wet - with the
channel that I travelled tight enough for me to enjoy every millimetre
of its movement.

Mom's eyes were clenched tight and her head hung back upon her
shoulders - her lips moving soundlessly.  I could feel that my climax
was approaching uncontrollably - mother seemed to have sensed it as
she sped her movements up noticeably.

"Fill me up honey... come in mommy!"

Then she wailed as my dick tensed up as my back arched off the bed and
I tried to get my whole body back into that perfect form.

Each jerk of my penis spoke about the volume of fluid I was
discharging - yet my whole person was alive and I felt enlightened
like never before.

It lasted but seconds and then mother dropped back down upon me . her
sweaty soft skin cool against my own.  Our lips met and she kissed me,
passionately but lazily.

Both my hands, having held her perfect round ass the whole ride,
slipped up to her lean smooth back.

My whole life had opened up and I realized I felt love for my mother,
as if for the first time in my life.

My exhausted prick slipped out of mother's body as she sighed with
disappointment - the both of us trying to regain our normal breathing.

"Did I do OK?"  It was the mantra of the male youth.

Mother moaned pleasantly, "Oh yea honey."

Though my petite mother was slightly taller than I, her head was bent
so that it was placed upon my chest so I could smell her clean scented
hair.  She shifted her loins until her thighs straddled a single thigh
and she pressed herself anxiously into me.  I could feel the sloppy
residue of our mixed juices upon my skin.

For the first time in a long while I allowed my pleasure to show in
the form of a gentle laugh.

I could not have been happier!

She seemed willing to talk - and I was so excited I wanted to talk
about it!  "I love you mom!"  The truth, if it could be doubted, could
be heard in the sincerity of my voice.

"And I you my lover."

'Lover' - I liked that.

"What about Roger?"  Her current boyfriend - and when he was in the
house, mother rarely seemed to even notice I was alive.  He was also a
big millwright and I had little doubt he would pummel me into my grave
if he discovered what had just happened here.

Mother lifted her head and looked into my eyes, "This has nothing to
do with Roger.  It is just between you and I... OK Jason?"

It was not something I would have ever considered with a female my own
age - a secret, but open relationship.  "Then we can do it again?"

Mother laughed, her smile wide with pleasure, "Of course honey!  I was
hoping we could do it again in just a few more minutes?"

I laughed at her mischievous playful smile.

Then she turned serious and said, "No one must ever know about this OK
honey?"

I nodded, "Of course mom."

"You are my son and I love you - no one else can take away what we
have."

One of my hands slipped down her sweaty back and grasped a firm round
ass cheek.  "Can we do it a little different next time mom?"  I could
hear my own anxious excitement in my voice.

She became jovial again, "What would you like to do?"

I felt a little of the old embarrassed-nature and mumbled, "Can I be
on top mom?"

She laughed heartily for a lengthy while, "But of course honey!"

My penis jerked in response to my question - and mother felt it jab
into her hip.  "And maybe mommy can wake her boy tomorrow with a nice
sexy blow job?"

I could not hide the delight and surprise from my face.  That was
something I would not have had the nerve to ask.

She poked me gently into my chin with her forefinger, "I want you to
go out with other girls OK Jason?"

I nodded, already wondering whom I could seduce first!  Anxious to
feel, taste and see how other girls compared to my first woman . my
mother!

Mom surprised me by grasping me about my chest and rolling me over so
that I lay above her.  Those sexy smooth thighs spread so that I was
laying between them - my renewed cock hard and pressing along the
cleft of her vulva.

She giggled even as I wiggled my hips to work myself back into that
sloppy sexy hole, "Oh god - I fear I may have created a monster!"
Mother did not appear to be the least bit disappointed.

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