Anxiety (A Mother Son Story) Part 1.

This is a long story that will have several parts to it. Most of the story is fictional with some non-fiction details. I do not have the bandwidth to write these often so part 2 will come out sometime next week. Thanks for reading.

I didn’t even know when it started. It was slow to take over, from a simple leg twitch, to less and less sleep on a nightly basis. Anxiety was starting to consume me. I wasn’t quite sure why either. I had a lot on my plate but I was used to that. Being a high level executive at a national firm filled my life with pressure, deadlines, quotas, meetings, mergers… over and over again. But I was used to this. Home life wasn’t less challenging. With 2 kids under 3 years old, the second I got home I had to switch into dad mode. Making sure they eat dinner, cleaning up after dinner, playtime, shower time, bed time. It never stopped. Then I did my best to spend some time with the wife, watched some tv or read a book and did my best to fall asleep. As much as I wanted to sleep however, my mind would wander. I would think about work, or the kids, or how bad I was at golf, whatever it was, it would keep me awake for hours sometimes. Snoozing became my worst habit, I would cling onto every last minute of sleep I could get.I guess all of that had finally caught up to me.

My younger brother had dealt with some pretty serious anxiety in the past and I was always quick to dismiss it, not truly understanding how challenging it was to deal with. I spoke to my wife about it, and she suggested I make more time for myself. So I did that. I scheduled monthly massages, made it a point to golf once a week, but sadly, none of that worked. For some reason, I always was very anti medication. I had gotten into some big arguments with my mom about how many meds they had my brother on, so I felt hypocritical about going to see a psych for some medication. I was stuck.I decided to swallow my pride and give my mom a phone call. It was embarrassing for me, because I had dismissed my brother’s issues so much. And because I was always the son that “had it all together”. I was also the oldest in the family so it felt like I was letting her down that I was also struggling. (Just to add a detail here, I was from my mom’s first marriage, and my brother was actually my half brother, who was 17 years younger than me.) But deep down I knew that was all in my head. My mother was the ultimate supporter. And despite anything that had ever happened, I was sure she would be happy to help me out. In any way she could.

We spoke on the phone for 30 minutes, and I explained to her what I was going through. She listened and was sympathetic. But we didn’t get much time to really discuss all the details. She suggested I actually go over to her house so we could fully talk about everything that was going on, without getting interrupted. I thought it was a great idea and scheduled a day to get out of the office and spend the day with her.She and I had a great relationship growing up. She had me when she was young and raised me as a single child for the majority of my life. My dad was out of the picture since I was 7 so it was basically just the two of us my whole life until she remarried late in my teens and had my brother and sister. Our relationship grew apart as I grew up and she got more integrated with her “new life” with my step dad and younger siblings. I was also busy with college then getting into my professional career. All that being said, I was excited to get an opportunity to reconnect with my mom and get some alone time with her. Something I probably hadn’t had since I was much younger.

The intermittent days between our meeting went the same as all the others. I didn’t have huge expectations about meeting with my mom and that it would somehow cure my anxiety but I was still excited about it. Finally the day arrived and I headed over to her house. We met during the week while my siblings were at school, and my step dad was working all day then golfing so I had 8 uninterrupted hours to chat with my mom. If nothing else, I was also excited I wasn’t working or having to be a dad for a while. Also something I hadn’t had in a long time.I arrived and my mom greeted me with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. We are hispanic so this was standard practice. She actually still kissed me on the lips from time to time but this time didn’t. We small talked in the kitchen about family and work, not getting into any of the anxiety talk yet. It was nice getting the opportunity to catch up.

After a little while my mom suggested we switch gears.“So, enough talk about all of the things that have you stressed out. Why don’t you talk to me about what you’ve been dealing with.

”I agreed to it and started talking.“But” She interjected. “Why don’t we actually get more comfortable? What do you think about getting in the hot tub and we can talk about it there?”

“Umm, well yeah that sounds fine but you should have told me to bring my swimsuit.” I replied.

My younger brother was too small for me to wear his and my step dad was literally twice my size so that wouldn’t work either.

“Oh whatever, you can just go in your briefs. It’s the same thing as a swimsuit.” she replied.

Which would normally be true, but I was actually wearing very thin white briefs that would be completely see through if they got wet. I thought about it for a second, then realized that it was probably no big deal. Besides, with the jets on it was hard to see under the water anyways.

“Okay deal. I’ll meet you there.” I let her know and headed to their deck.

They have a beautiful 10,000 sq ft property on some big acreage so their deck is completely private. I arrived and took my shirt off and dropped my shorts and got in the hot tub. It was a cloudy day, around 70 degrees out, so not a bad day for the hot tub but it could be colder for my liking. I laid back and enjoyed the jets on my back with my eyes closed. I actually started to fall asleep when I finally heard her arrive.

“Hey sleepy head, are you awake?” She asked me snickering.

I shook my head and opened my eyes, startled for a second.

“Oh shit, haha sorry! I dozed off there for a while..” I replied.

“It’s okay” she added “You look like you could use some extra sleep”

I looked up right as she stepped up to the stairs of the hot tub. She was wearing a white bathing suit that showed more cleavage than I had expected. My mom had her tits done a few years back, and I still wasn’t used to seeing them. Growing up she had maybe B cups from what I could remember. Now they had to be at least a size D if not more. I quickly looked away to avoid her thinking I was staring. As she stepped in I glanced over at her bottoms. They were quite small, and I wondered if she may have the same issues as I had. The fabric was pretty thin by the looks of it. I shook those thoughts away and smiled at her as she took the spot next to me.

“This is much better, wouldn’t you agree?” She asked me.

“Yes, you’re right. This is definitely better and just what I needed, certainly beats being at work!”

“Good baby, I’m glad we are doing this. I actually missed spending time with you alone. I feel like we haven’t done this in ages.

”I agreed. “Yeah I can’t remember the last time just the two of us hung out.”

“Well, we are now. So, let’s talk. Tell me all about what you’re going through.”

I explained to her what I was feeling and let her know about everything I was doing to help with it. She mostly listened and asked questions. I explained to her that I didn’t really know what the issue was. We talked about it for a while then she asked me something that completely caught me off guard:

“Honey, how’s your sex life at home?”

We hadn’t discussed sex since she gave me the talk 20 years prior. At first I was shocked by the question, then I figured, I’m an adult now and this is a valid question. One that I hadn’t even considered really. I paused for a while. Then finally answered.

“Well mom, now that you mention it. Not great. Kate and I have sex maybe once every couple of weeks, and when we do, its usually rushed, or late at night when I’m too tired to really get into it.”

“Mmm…” she nodded. “I had a feeling it would be something related to that. Listen Mike, you have been going non stop for years with your career, and I know you’ve accomplished a lot there. But I think you need to slow down. And certainly, some more sex wouldn’t hurt in the equation!”

I chuckled, and knew she was probably right. I just wasn’t sure how to do that. Work wouldn’t slow down for me and I wasn’t going to magically get more alone time at home. Especially since our girls refused to stay with a babysitter.

“Ah mom, I wish it were that easy.” I explained. “As much as I’d love to, I have too many big projects going at any given time and the sex part.. Well it’s hard. You remember what it was like with 2 babies. We have tried having me come home during lunch to get some but the girls are rarely asleep for their nap so it doesn’t usually work out.“Hmm..” she thought. “I hear you, it’s not always that easy.

”We both stayed quiet for a bit then she spoke.

“Well, how about, if for the rest of the day, I just help you relax and enjoy your day. No more talk about work or anything else that stresses you out. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect mom, thank you!”

She slid in closer to me and grabbed onto my shoulders facing me.

“Here, let me get behind you.”

She pulled me forward and slid behind me where my seat was, sitting on top of the hottub, and pulled me back to my seat. Her legs were down against my arms and her hands made their way back to the back of my shoulders.

“Go ahead and just lean back against me, I’ll give you a massage and you can just relax.”

She pulled my head back, resting it between her legs, just over her groin. Despite it being much more tantric than I was used to, it didn’t feel like anything out of the ordinary for me. She had given me a massage before, even in front of my wife. I nestled my head in and closed my eyes. My mom’s soft hands massaging my shoulders and neck felt amazing. I felt whatever anxiety I was feeling drift away with the warm water and her soft touch.

“Mmm that feels so good mom..” I let out.

“Good baby.. I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

As she carried on she began to squeeze a little bit harder. Releasing a small moan each time she squeezed my shoulders. Without meaning to, I zoned off, and imagined her with her top off. It wasn’t so much that she was turning me on, it felt more like curiosity for me. I had seen her tits before when I was younger. I had a vivid image of what they looked like for some reason, but I hadn’t seen the new and improved version. I imagined them perfectly symmetrical, round, with her dark areolas around her nipples. Inevitably I felt my cock start to grow in my briefs. I didn’t worry about it too much though. I knew she couldn’t see anything from her viewpoint. I simply laid my head back and enjoyed the moment. Suddenly, she slaps my shoulder and says:

“Hey, why don’t we go inside now? I can give you a full body massage instead?”

I snapped out of it. Stuck for a minute thinking how I was going to get out. I was still pretty hard and my soaking briefs were not going to cover anything up. I was facing away from her so I decided to not make it awkward and just agreed and stood up, facing away from her. I stepped out of the hot tub and realized there weren’t any towels on the table.

“Oh shoot, I forgot towels..” she said.

I looked back at her smiling.

“Oh come on Mom..” I replied, teasing her.

“What! I’m sorry, I forgot. Why don’t you just run into the shower and rinse off?“

“Fine..” I said as I walked towards the door. Just before I got inside she shouted at me.

“What are you doing? Your briefs are soaked and you’re dripping all over. Take those off before you go inside!”

I looked back at my mom with a puzzled look on my face.

“What ? Are you being serious mom, I don’t have a towel.” I exclaimed.

“Oh stop being ridiculous Mike, you think I’ve never seen a dick before? Let alone yours!” she said laughing.

She was so nonchalant about it that it made me not really care either.

“Fine… haha, should I go in your shower or upstairs?” I ask her.

“Just use mine, we’re just rinsing off the chlorine anyways.”

We? I thought to myself but didn’t address it. Assuming she meant she would get in after me and realizing I was surely overthinking all of this.

“Ok then.”

I dropped my briefs and hung them against one of the chairs. My cock still mostly hard, but I just went with it. As I opened the sliding glass door I could see her reflection through the door and noticed her removing her top. My jaw dropped but I couldn’t stay there and watch. I simply walked inside and headed towards her bathroom. I came inside and turned on the hot water. She has a huge walk in shower with so many levers it’s ridiculous, so I just turned on the main one. I could hear footsteps getting closer as I waited for the water to heat up. I felt myself begin to shake at the idea of her actually joining me. I stepped inside of the shower and got under the hot water. Seconds after I hear her enter the bathroom and her steps get closer to the shower. Suddenly. There she is. Standing completely naked in front of the shower entrance. I freeze. Her perky fake tits were in full display towards me, looking even better than I had imagined. I allowed my eyes to wander below. She had a neatly trimmed bush with her vagina completely shaved. I was by all means stargazed, staring at her body. Then, she just walked in.

“Make some room Mike, jeez” she said laughing.

“Wha wha what are you doing?” I spat out..

“What do you mean what am I doing?, we’re just rinsing off, am I making you uncomfortable showering with you?” she asked.

“I..I..I.. mean, no, it’s just, well, I’m 30 years old mom, I didn’t expect you to get in the shower with me.”

“When did you get so shy Mike?, we’ve showered hundreds of times together.”

“I mean, yeah, but not in a really long time..” I added.

“So.. would you rather I get out then?”

“NO!” I screamed, “I mean, no..” I said more camly. “It’s fine mom, I’m sorry, I am just overthinking it. It’s fine.”

“Okay good, because I loved our showers together before. Except, well.. You’ve certainly grown up since the last time.” she said, in a teasing tone. Her eyes glancing at my cock, and raising an eyebrow”

“Well, I could say the same to you mom.. Those certainly weren’t there the last time I saw you..” I did the same thing with my eyes back to her, aiming at her tits.

“That’s right!” She squeezed them together, “what do you think, do you like them?”

“Haha, well of course I like them mom, I’m a guy and those are boobs..”

“I guess I could have guessed that based on your current situation..” She glanced back down at my hard cock.

“Oh, umm, well. What can I say.. It’s kind of hard not to get hard showering naked with my mom..”

“Well, I don’t mind, as long as you’re relaxed and enjoying yourself…”

“I am mom.. Thanks.” I replied.

She then grabbed some soap on her hands and started to lather her hands together. Without hesitation they were on my chest. Rubbing my pecs with her hands, lathering me with soap. Standing right in front of me, my cock just inches from her stomach.

“Man, you’ve filled out pretty well. I didn’t realize your pecs were so nice.”

I felt myself blush a bit.

“Ha thanks mom, they aren’t as big as yours though.” I replied laughing.

She just smiled and continued to wash my body. Slowly working her hands over to my lats, down my sides. Stepping slightly closer, my dick not literally centimeters away from touching her. Inevitably I let out a small moan and my cock twitched up, barely tapping her in the stomach with it when I did.

“Oh..” she let out. And nothing more. Her eyes staring directly at my dick.

“Sorry about that..” I gently said. Not sounding sorry at all.

“Don’t be..”She looked up at me and took another step forward, her hands on my upper thighs now, and my cock now completely pressed against her stomach.

“Are you still relaxed baby? Are you ok?” she said sensually.

“Yes mommy..” I whispered out. My legs beginning to tremble again.

“Good.. now close your eyes and just relax my love..”

Just as I closed my eyes I felt her hands leave my legs and gently grip my cock.

“Ahh..” I lightly moaned with my eyes closed. My mind thinking HOLY SHIT.

“Mmmm, baby just relax..”

She then began to work both her hands up and down my cock.. Long strokes back and forth rubbing all of my precum all around my shaft.

“Mmm, does this feel good baby..?”

“Yes mommy, it feels soo good…” I whispered out. “Fuck..”

“Mm good baby.. Mommy wants to work all that anxiety out of you baby..”

She began to stroke faster, twisting her hands together as she continued to stroke my engorged member.

“Oh fuck mommy..”“

Yeah baby.. Let it all out for mommy.., get all that pent up anxiety out baby..”

I couldn’t take it much longer. I felt my legs get weak and my balls start to tighten up.

“Ah.. ah… ah..fuckkk mommy you’re going to make me cum!”

“Yes baby…. Cum for mommy… come all over mommy baby..”

That was all I needed to hear. I began to explode in her hands. Spurt after spurt of my hot cum crashing against her stomach, legs, and even some on her mound.

“Yes baby.. Let it out.. Let it all out for mommy baby..”

She continued to stroke until the last drop came out.

“Holy fuck mom, that was fucking incredible..”

“Mm good baby, I’m glad you liked it..it’s mommy’s job to make sure you’re okay and I’m glad I got to help..”

“Mm mommy, you sure did…”

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TBC……..

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wm7w5j/anxiety_a_mother_son_story_part_1