Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 15:15:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Mother in the Rain story

			    MOTHER IN THE RAIN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     It was pouring like crazy when I made it back to my apartment. The
same one I'd taken with Paul last spring, but he'd stayed here while I went
back home. Not homesickness, my family owns and operates a summer resort,
and they'd needed my help during the busy season. Paul had come by for a
week back in late June, but that magical week was now months ago and I'd
missed him dreadfully!
     The feeling was mutual, Paul heard the door open and came out in a
rush, his black hair tousled as always (he ran his fingers through it when
thinking without thinking, if you see what I mean), eyes shining. "Morrie!
Morrie, you're back!" and he nearly took me in his arms, but stopped. He'd
seen my mother behind me.
     It was like lightning turning into stone. Paul froze, the smile
dropped off his face so fast I expected to hear a thump as it hit the
floor, he dropped one hand and extended the other, and we shook
hands. "Good to have you back." he said in a voice that would have sounded
casual if it weren't for the high tension wire humming behind
it. "Mrs. Jacobsen."
     "Paul." Mom said. "You have a place I can put this umbrella so it can
drip in peace?"
     "Uh...the kitchen sink?" The kitchen was just to the right of the
front door, so it was linoleum all the way to it.
     "So it is." Mom went over and put the umbrella in it, her raincoat
dripping on the floor. "Such a downpour it is, a person could drown maybe
while walking down the street."
     Mom talked like that, and it was an affectation picked up from
spending time with the guests at the resort in her childhood, she'd done it
for so long, it was like it belonged to her now. All of Jewish ancestry
espoused in her voice, the motherly yenta, in every way. I'd spent my years
since sixteen fending off an endless lines of girls that were "just perfect
for you, you should meet her, you should date her." Or to put it another
way--Oy vey!
     "Shall I fetch you a towel, Mrs. Jacobsen?"
     "I would be grateful if you did, such a nice boy, thank you."
     Paul turned to go to the bathroom, just the other side of the little
kitchen of this one-bedroom apartment which we'd shared since last January,
we met in November and dated through December, love, mad love, wonderful
love, it had been agony to leave him behind in May, but I had to help my
family during the summer, Paul had his own summer job in town and now we
were together again (not counting five furtively magnificent days, during
which we managed to get together for eight exquisite sessions of sex), and
I had to treat him as a roommate, a friend, and not one damned thing more!
     "Just drop the raincoat on the floor, Mom." I suggested. "We'll mop it
up when you leave."
     "And maybe you want I should slip when I go to fetch it again?" Mom
threw at me. "Hang it up in the bathtub if you don't want it to make me
fall."
     Paul was back with the towel. "I'll hang it up for you." he
volunteered.
     "Such a nice boy you have for a friend." Mom said as she turned over
her raincoat. "But with the umbrella in the sink and the raincoat off, I no
longer drip. Give it to Morris, he's got hair on the head like a stray
dog."
     "All right." Paul gave me the towel with a smile and I returned it
with my own, took the towel, lifted it to my head. Maybe it smelled a
little bit like him, I inhaled that aroma, real or imagined, greedily, then
dried my head and hair. I'd carried in my bags which was why I was so wet,
mostly my clothes. I'd left everything else of mine in the apartment last
spring.
     Mom was seated in the chair, we had that and the couch in the living
room to sit in. Paul was on the couch and I sat next to him, wished I could
hug him and never, never let go.
     I had to sit like that, a miserable coward, by my lover's side and
help him make conversation with my mother. She remembered him from the week
he'd spent at the resort, which was good for about five minutes, then we
talked about career plans, college courses, and on and on. It only took
about fifteen minutes, but it felt like hours.
     "Well, I'd better go." Mom said finally. "It's a long drive back, and
I think the rain is stopping."
     "I'll get your raincoat." I said with relief coloring my voice
heavily. I did slip on the kitchen floor from the water we'd tracked in or
had dripped out, which gave Mom the intense satisfaction of saying, "See
what I told you? You break your neck like that, don't come crying to me!"
     I just kept going, grabbed her raincoat, and took it out to her. Paul
had the towel I'd used to dry my hair on the kitchen floor, making an
impromptu path for Mom to walk on safely. "Such a wonderful boy." she said
and patted his cheek. "You'll make someone very happy, I'm sure."
     And Mom was gone. I heaved a big sigh of relief and went to the door,
waved good-bye to her like I was supposed to. Her car was a grayish blur in
the rain which had started in again already. For a moment, I was afraid
she'd stop and come back in again. But she kept on going, turning on her
car lights and driving down the alleyway which was right in front of our
front door (we had a garage apartment of sorts) and I watched until the red
lights of the rear of her car were past the big bush next to our
apartment. "Oh, thank God!" I breathed out when she was gone.
     I felt Paul's hands slide around my waist, his hands sliding up my
ribcage and his chest pressed against my back. I leaned my head back onto
his shoulder, his lips kissed my ear, my cheek, I turned my head and we
kissed. Welcome home, at last, at last!
     "I thought she'd never leave!" I sighed when his lips left mine to
nuzzle my neck. His hands were roaming back down my body, heading I hoped I
knew where. "I like to have died when she insisted on driving me back."
     "What happened to your own car?"
     "It's in the shop." I said. "She and Dad are going to bring it back to
me next weekend."
     "Cool." Paul said. His hand went to the waistband of my sweatpants,
and slid inside. Warm, warm, his hands discovered I'd left off my jockstrap
just for this occasion, and grasped my prong, warm, God, so warm, so long,
it'd been so long!
     I surged to hardness in an instant and his hands slid up and down my
shaft, our lips joined again and he pumped me, while he ground his own
erection against my buttocks. Found the center and began hunching up and
down.
     "Oh, God, the bed, Paul, the bed!" I moaned. "Now, please, now!"
     "Yes." Paul breathed huskily into my ear. "Now."
     The bedroom was at the end of the short hallway formed by the living
room wall and the bathroom door, you could stand in the bedroom and look
right out the large square window of the front door. Curtains kept it from
being a peep show for whoever might walk or drive down that alleyway and
look inside, the alleyway was only a couple of feet from the door. Someone
looking carefully inside would have seen us, two guys race back to the
bedroom and turn when we got there to embrace and kiss, open-mouthed and
hard!
     Paul's hands cupped my buttocks and pulled me to him, and now our
erections were grinding against each other, only my sweats and his shorts
kept them from getting to know each other all over again. My own hands went
to his shorts and began to worm them off his body. They weren't as relaxed
as my sweatpants, but they gave under my urgings. When they slipped over
those magnificently taut buns of his, Paul grunted, gave a sort of shiver,
and the shorts were freely moving down his thighs. His hands caught my
sweats and they followed suit in no time. With our lower clothes puddles
around our ankles, I lifted off his t-shirt, he did the same to my
sweatshirt and we were nude but for footwear.
     I had sneakers and socks, they took longer than his own pair of
slip-ons with bare feet underneath. Paul'd known how my homecoming was
going to turn out, too, but you can't walk around all day barefoot inside
sneakers. He bounded into bed while I was still sitting on the edge and
working at my footwear, and when I was done, Paul caught hold of my
shoulders and pulled me back onto the bed, he wrapped himself around me, my
head on his legs and his upper body was bent over so he could kiss me, kiss
my face, my chest, my ribs. I squirmed around and as he worked his way down
me, I managed to worm my face towards his manhood and as his glory reached
my face and I could grasp the glans with my lips and slurp it down, his
mouth covered my own cock and drove it in deep!
     God, that's the sort of homecoming I'd been looking for! Now we were
back at college together, we had weeks together now, nights of lovemaking,
weekends of orgiastic bliss, Paul and I could spend all day in bed together
on Saturdays, sucking each other again and again, thank God, back to being
full-time lovers, no more phone sex, no more love letters, just him and me!
     Long, deep, and slow, we sucked each other, I wanted this to last,
hell, I wanted this to last forever! Paul's cock was eight inches, uncut
and delicious, my Jewish mother would have been appalled that this was the
cock of the man I'd fallen in love with, but hell, a foreskin doesn't make
a man a demon...unless you count what a demon Paul was in bed!
     Paul was slurping on me with a fervor that told me he'd been craving
this as much as I had. My body was surging and quivering with rising
passion, I was writhing in the joy of renewed love, with the body of the
man of my dreams, the man of my life, on top of me, his cock driving down
into my throat as I held on for dear life, for dear love, dear God, let
this moment never end!
     Paul let go of my pud, panting. "Now!" he gasped out. "Now, let me get
on you, Morrie, please!"
     I realized then that he'd not been sucking my cock so much as lubing
it up, my shaft was a slippery pole greased with his saliva. He got onto
his knees, I rolled more fully onto my back, and Paul straddled me at my
stomach, smiling down at me as he guided my pud like a missile into the
target of his ass. I felt that hot sphincter slide onto my glans, give with
a pop as it hit the flare, then fasten onto my shaft, Paul paused, moaned,
and then he shoved at me again, and his body remembered my organ inside it,
for it writhed around my cock and conformed to it, and he got the rest of
my length into his body with only a grimace or two punctuating his moans of
joy.
     I placed my hands on his thighs as I always did, he smiled down at me
and then he began to move. Paul can ride a man's cock better than anybody
I'd ever had and ever thought of having, he could wring your ding-dong in a
hundred changes with his strokes, clenches, wriggles and lunges, God, you
couldn't control yourself because the sensations were always different,
always changing, always delightful. Pleasure piled upon pleasure until you
were lost and could only handle it the way you handle a roller-coaster
ride, just turn yourself loose and let it take you!
     Paul's pud was bouncing in front of me, I grabbed it and yanked it
hard and fast, I wanted him to join me in my climbing climax, my face
scrunched up so much it hurt, I just could see Paul above me, his face a
softened cream-color, his eyes closed up, head uplifted. He was moaning,
his face flushed and I felt his cock get hard as hell.
     My orgasm hit and I groaned, "Oh, God, Paul, I'm coming, I'm coming!
AH, GAH, HAH-HAH-UH-GUHHHH!"
     Paul's moan said it all, "GGGGGGHHHHHH!" and with that one sound, he
was spraying hot splats of jizz all over my chest! That just made my own
ecstasy intensify, I was pumping my squibs up into his bowels as he
squirted his spunk onto my body. So good, so fucking GOOD!
     I was still writhing with post-coital aftershocks when Paul finished,
leaned over onto me and his chest squished his come all over both of us. I
continued to convulse in his arms as he kissed my cheek, holding me as I
shook over and over and over again.
     Done at last, I looked at him and chuckled, and he did so, the sounds
of two men madly in love sharing in their post-orgasmic glow, bodies sated,
minds dazzled, senses overloaded but resetting themselves as quick as they
could.
     And that was when I heard the sound again. I'd heard it before a
couple of times, but it had been too faint to really register, or maybe
because we'd been too busy spraying hot goo onto and into each other.
     A knock at the door, and an unmistakable sound. "Yoo-hoo!"
     "Oh, God, it's my mother!" I said and scrambled out of bed. Peered
around the edge of the bedroom alcove (it was a full room, but there was no
door on the bedroom and the bed was around the edge of the
hallway/bathroom, you couldn't see the bed from the hallway or front
door). Yes, it was her, standing on the doorsill with the rain still coming
down, a real all-day downpour, peering in through the curtains' gap in the
middle, right at my furtive face.
     The closet was on the hallway side of the bedroom! I couldn't get to
it without displaying myself. I did what I could, I waved back and darted
over to the closet door (the bedroom had no door, but the closet did,
explain that to me!), and pulled it open and fished out a pair of pants
real fast. Opening the door also covered me from the view at the front
door, at least. Put on the pants and went to the door like that, barefooted
and bare above the waist. I went to the door and opened it for Mom. Behind
me, Paul had made the same rush to hide his naked body behind the closet
door as Mom walked in.
     "Sorry, darling, I forgot my umbrella, can you imagine that? Got
nearly ten miles down the road before I remembered."
     "I could have given it to you next weekend." I pointed out. "When you
and Dad bring out my car."
     "Oh, honey, it was only a short trip back." Mom said. "Hello there
again, Paul!" she said to Paul. He was wearing pants only, too, and I saw
to my mortification that the shine of come was all over his chest. Not
white, but a wetness that gleamed guiltily in the overhead light.
     "We weren't expecting you, Mrs. Jacobsen."
     "Call me Emma." Mom said. "You might as well, if you're going to be
part of the family."
     Mom turned to my stupefied face. "I'll let you two get back to your
reunion, just hand me my umbrella."
     I did, and Mom bound it closed instead of keeping it unfastened. As
she did, I said, "Mom?"
     "Yes, Morris?"
     "How long have you known?"
     "How long?" she gestured exasperation. "That you wanted men instead of
women, forever. A mother always knows, not that I didn't hope a nice girl
might change your mind, maybe. Then this Paul, your rommate at college, he
comes out to spend a week with you, and for that week, every time I'm
looking for you, you're at his cabin, inside on a hot day with door shut
and curtains drawn tight. You know how it is with guests, you can't help
but know who's sleeping with who and how, I changed the sheets on the bed,
you know."
     "And you're okay with this?"
     "Honey, you love who you love. So he's a goy, I'll live with it, long
as he makes you happy. Does he make you happy?"
     I looked at Paul, smiled. "Yeah, Mom. He makes me happy."
     "Then that's all that matters. Paul, you and Morris come out and spend
Thanksgiving with us, okay? Christmas, we don't celebrate, but a woman can
fix a turkey to see her family all together, can't she? I have to get back
on the road, I'll be driving in the dark as it is, and with all this rain,
feh!"
     She went out the door and Paul and I went to the doorway and parted
the curtains looked out at her. A small, indomitable figure in the rain,
she turned and waved at me, got in the car and drove off.
     And I felt Paul's lips come down to kiss me on my neck at the junction
of the shoulder. I leaned my head back to rest it on his own. And slowly,
lovingly, we started in again.

				  THE END
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