Frustrated Son And His Mom

Mom and I have been through a lot together, since the divorce. Dad has his new woman now, and mom, well mom has me. It all stated my senior year. I had just finished football practice and was coming out of the showers.

“Did you see that hot MILF in the skirt? Man, what I wouldn’t give to tap that…anyone know who she is?” Tommy Lee laughed.

“Don’t bother Tommy, she’s a whore. Just give her $20 and she’ll do whatever you want. No names needed,” Billy, the quarterback chuckled.

I clenched and un-clenched my fist. ‘He isn’t worth it, you know what will happen if you get in another fight this year,’ I told myself.

“How would you know Billy?” Tommy asked with a laugh.

“Saw her down on Maple St. two nights ago, traded her a ten spot for a hand job,” Billy grinned.

The next thing I knew he was sprawled on the locker room floor. My hand stung, my knuckles were bloody, and I was being dragged off his chest still swinging. It took the entire team to pull me off.

“That’s it Sloan, I am done with you! Get your ass to the vice principal’s office! You’re off the team, permanently!” Coach Smith yells and shoves me up the concrete stairs

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My fifth fight in six weeks, a record for Iowa Park High. And those are only the ones they knew about. Seems like I can’t go a single day without some jack ass pissing me off. To be honest, my fuse has been a bit shorter than normal lately.

“Thanks for coming …but I have to go talk to Mr. Davis…” I lifted my bloody knuckles.

Elizabeth Sloan, aka Mom, is a good looking 38 year old, like a younger Monica Bellucci, 5’7 with dark wavy hair and amber brown eyes, about 130-140lbs with plump 34 C breasts and wears a size 8. She is not a move star, but she is certainly a MILF according to every guy in the locker room. Today she was wearing a short skirt and thigh high stockings with 4 inch heels and a white frilly blouse.

“Oh baby, what am I going to do with you?” She crooned and ran her fingers through my short spiky hair.

I just shrugged.

“Well come on, let’s get this over with,” She sighed and stumbled in front of me. I caught her and put my arm around her waist.

“How was the job interview?” I asked as we headed towards the main school building.

“They said ‘We will call you’ so I don’t think I got it,” She sighed.

Considering her current condition, I wasn’t surprised. I doubt mom would go to an interview drunk but getting wasted after was just her style. It’s been six months since the school board decided they needed new football equipment more than the students needed an art teacher. She spent most of the summer in a drunken stupor.

Her heels made that click clacking sound as she leaned against me and we walked down the tiled hall. Mr. Davis was in the main office when I walked through the door and no introductions were necessary.

“I told you what would happen if I saw you in here again, Mr. Sloan,” The vice principal looked at me as if expecting me to cower in a corner or break down begging for mercy.

That might have been me a few years ago, a lot has changed since then.

“And I told you what would happen if certain people keep opening their fat mouths,” I returned the look.

“Christopher…” My eyes shot up at the name.

“Do… Not… Call… Me… Christopher! My Name Is… Christmas!” I said slowly with emphasis on every word.

“Chris, I have no choice but to suspend you for the rest of the semester. We will talk again after Christmas break,” He took a step back.

I was tempted to tell him not to bother, I could easily have a G.E.D. by Christmas holiday. Instead I turned, took mom’s hand and walked out.

“What’s gotten into you baby?”

‘What got into me?’ Well let’s see mom, you’re dressing like a twenty dollar whore, smelling like booze and cheap perfume, walking around your son’s school in a mini skirt. My dad is fucking my best friend’s sister. My girlfriend of 10 years suddenly decides I’m not good enough for her. And I just got kicked out of school. But I couldn’t really say any of this to her.

“Everything!” I threw my hands up in the air.

“You want a smoke?” She fumbled around in her cleavage and dug out a Marlboro 100.

“Yeah, I do,” I reached over, plucked it from her hand and held it my mouth.

We climbed into the car, a 20 year old piece of junk called the Rust Bucket, and both reached for the lighter at the same time. We chuckle and she gives my hand a push, the knob slides in and three minutes later pops out again. I fought with the ignition. Finally getting the rust bucket started we roll both windows down and head towards home.

“I’ll look for a job tomorrow, Mom,” I took a puff, held it in and slowly blew it out. I thought maybe I could talk Mrs. Jacobs into letting me work for her again.

“Thank you baby, but you shouldn’t have to,” She took a deep drag from my cigarette and handed it back.

“You shouldn’t have to do everything alone either,” I took another puff and reached over to turn on the radio.

Sometimes it worked and we had a cd player for when it didn’t. Getting nothing but static, I reached under her seat and pulled out the player.

“If you want to help, the lawn needs mowed,” She suggested puffing on the cigarette again.

“I’ll get on it as soon as I cool off a bit, Mom,” I promised, taking a deep drag.

“Are you ready to talk about the fight now?”

“Billy called you a whore, so I tried to break his jaw,” I said with the cigarette in my mouth.

“You and Billy used to be like brothers…Is this because of your dad?” She looked at me through the mirror.

“What do you think Mom? Dad knocked up his sister when she was barely 18,” I said blowing smoke out the window.

“I’m sorry baby, James shouldn’t have done that but we can’t change the past,” She finished off the cigarette and stubbed it out in the butt can.

“It isn’t your fault Mom, Dad is just a dick…always was.”

We drove the last two blocks listening to Ac/Dc until we pulled into the drive. Our old family home had been sold during the divorce. Mom used her half to buy us a 2 bedroom, 1 bath, brown stucco just one block from the Junior High where she used to teach.

“You need in the bath? I want to scrub this make up off before it bakes on,” She asked as we parked in the drive.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” I mumbled feeling the pinch in my groin telling me I would need to piss soon.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and stood over the throne as I unzip. Three minutes later I reach over and turn on the sink, still nothing happens. I groan and tell myself ‘Piss already will ya’. Another three minutes pass and I give up.

One thing I can’t stand is having someone waiting for the bathroom while I’m in there. It would have been easier, had she just come in, and climbed into the shower. Grumbling I flushed the unused toilet, turned off the sink, and step out.

The fridge is basically empty: 1 beer, 6 eggs, some left overs, a few slices of bacon, and half a jar of grape jelly. I grab the last Coors Light and pop the top. Funny, I remember having almost two full six packs in there before going to school. That first swig goes down smooth followed by a second. Soon I’m guzzling the entire bottle and tossing it in the garbage. Now I really needed to piss.

Checking the door I give a sigh of relief, it’s unlocked. I walk in. Mom is in the shower, curtain closed. Why she bought a clear curtain with yellow ducks on it, I’ll never figure out. I watched her a second as she stood under the spray, water rushing over her head and back. Steam had fogged the curtain but I could see her silhouette. Turning around I stand over the toilet and unzip again. “Ahhh” I moan as the blissful sound of relief fills the room. Mom chuckles behind me.

“Fridge is empty and we’re out of beer,” I shook and zipped.

“There’s thirty in the can…,” She stuck her head out to tell me.

“I’ll just pick up some sodas instead,” I didn’t want to spend all we had, besides she would only drink most of the beer anyway.

“Okay honey, can you get me some of those little mini pizzas? The bite size ones…” She ducked back behind the curtain.

I pulled down the coffee can above the fridge. Taking twenty I grab the keys off the counter and head to the car. After fighting with the ignition for a few minutes the starter kicks on. I grab one of mom’s longer butts from the butt can and stick it in my mouth as I wait on the lighter

Ac/Dc morphs into Poison halfway to the store and Mom’s favorite song fills the car. “Every Rose has its Thorn” I’m pretty sure that the song was playing in the delivery room the day I was born. If not then it should have been, because I am definitely Mom’s thorn.

The little cow bell dings as I step into the corner market and Mrs. Jacobs’s looks up from her cash register. My ex was picking up diapers for her baby brother and Tony Clark is waiting in line with a bag of toilet paper. It’s your typical neighborhood convenience store where you can put gas in your car and pick up dinner all in one place. That is if you don’t mind a limited selection of frozen and dried foods.

I grab mom’s pizza bites from the freezer, plus an extra bag, and a hand full of chicken flavored Ramen. Grabbing a twelve pack of Dr. Pepper on my way to the checkout I stub my toe. “Owe” Abby giggles as she walks passed me to the exit. I stare at her tight buns as she walked through the door and down the side walk.

“Are you ready, Christmas?” Mrs. Jacobs draws my attention to the empty counter. She chuckles as I give her a sheepish look.

Nichole Jacobs, 5’3 and 115 pounds at 46 years old with rich copper hair and green eyes, a size 4 with 32B cups. She could easily pass for Julianne Moore and need vary little make up to cover her freckled nose and cheeks. She bought the corner market convenience store to give herself something to do about six or six years ago. In the summer time when she’s wearing one of her homemade dresses, sweat just pours off her skin and the thin material tends to cling in just the right places.

“Sorry I got distracted, stubbed my toe again,” I murmured and set everything on the counter

“And can I get a pack of Marlboro Reds, 100s this time, please.”

“Matches too?” She pulled a yellow booklet from under the counter, a big add for J.B.C. Bail Bonds on it.

“Sure, might as well,” I shrugged because they were free.

“That’ll be $16.59,” She told me and I handed her the $20 bill.

“You wouldn’t need an extra hand would you? I got suspended again, for the rest of the year this time,” I waited for my change.

I had worked for her over the previous two summers, and I knew she liked me, so I wasn’t too worried. She seemed to think it over for a moment as she put my things into a bag.

“I could use someone tomorrow night, 6:00 to 10:30,” She held out the stuff to me.

“That’s great, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I took the bag from her hands.

Back at home I put the pizza bites in the freezer, the Ramen in the cabinet, and the soda in the fridge. Then I pull off my shirt and step into the garage. Someday we’ll manage to get all these boxes unpacked. I pull the cover off the push mower, not surprisingly it doesn’t have gas. Luckily there’s a can with just enough left in it for one run.

I choked and pull the rip cord. ‘Damn this thing is loud’ I think to myself as burnt oil and smoke forms a cloud around me. The grass isn’t that high, and its already turning yellow. Winter is approaching rather quickly this year. It’s just above my ankles as I push the mower through it. Keeping the sun at my back, I mow in long strips across the lawn. It isn’t as fast as going in circles, but the last time I did that, I chipped the blade and broke a window.

Dogs bark, neighbors bitch about the noise, I ignore it all, my mind on other things. I was frustrated, it was my mom. Ever since getting laid off from the school she’s been different. She has few office skills since the base of her education was in art. I don’t really see her finding a ‘decent’ job in this one horse town. I like it here though, its home and has been since the day I first met Abby Scott in the second grade. Moving would be like getting my right nut chopped off by a lawn mower.

Abby Scott, the one girl I thought would stand by me through anything. At 5’6, barely a hundred pounds with sunshine blonde hair running down her back and long slender legs she could turn any man’s head. In two weeks she’ll be 18. She’s already the second most popular cheerleader at school and every player in town is after her. I wonder which one she’ll take to the prom now.

Why did we break up? Because I am an asshole, that’s why. Or at least that is what the Queen Bee and all her cronies think.

“How many times are you going to mow that row, Chris? I don’t think it can get any shorter,” Mom laughed sitting on the porch steps in her robe.

“Damn, I’m not thinking right,” I grumbled and move to the next row.

I wondered how long I had been distracted and how much she had heard. Just how much of that had I said out loud, and how much had been in my head? I really hate talking to myself.

I was all sweaty again by the time I reached the side of the house. This was only a small patch, about a 5×10 foot rectangle before I hit the gate to the backyard. Pushing the mower over the tiled sidewalk I skirted the pool. It wasn’t a large pool and only about 7 feet deep on the deep end. We didn’t have a diving board but we did have a rusty slide, nothing fancy.

Mom followed me to the back, took off her robe, and stretched out in a patio chair. I’m not really sure why she’s watching me. It isn’t like I’ve never mowed the lawn before, but I don’t mind. At least I had something to look at while I worked. She looked even better in a bikini than Abby. She passed me half a cigarette and I took a few puffs before giving it back and moving on.

There wasn’t all that much grass in the back. Just around the patio and a bit along the fence. Most of the yard was tiled because of the pool. Once I’d finished I turned off the mower and plopped down next to mom. Without needing to ask, she hands me the glass of Dr. Pepper from her lap and I take a deep pull form the straw.

“Looks good, you feel any better?” She asked when I handed the glass back.

“A little” I agreed.

“You know, you can always talk to me right? If it helps, you can just think of me as a friend, or even a stranger,” She sipped and placed the soda back between her thighs.

“Oh, like you really want to hear about my sex life,” I grumbled.

“I do, if that is what has you coming home with bloody knuckles…” She raised her brow at me.

“Well, Abby broke up with me” I said.

“I’m sorry baby, she hasn’t been around lately, I sort of assumed something had happened,” She gave me a soft look.

“Well, I overheard her telling the other cheerleaders that I had a small cock…and that I sleep in Spider man underwear,” I grumbled.

Mom busted out laughing and slapped her thighs

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“Sorry…sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh it’s just that…when has Abby seen your cock?” She kept on laughing.

“That’s my point mom, you just assume I’m a virgin,” I groaned.

“Well? Do you have a small cock?” She asked, her laughter finally dying down to a soft giggle.

“Mom!” I groaned.

“Just answer the question. Do you think your cock is small?” She seemed to get control of herself now.

“No, it isn’t any smaller than any other guys,” I shrugged.

“Then why does it bother you?” She turned her seat so she was facing me now.

“Because she told ALL of the cheerleaders. She might as well have cut it off, I’ll never get a date now,” I dug the new pack of smokes and matches from my pocket.

“Baby, there are other women in town besides cheerleaders. And if they are so shallow they wouldn’t date a short cock man, then who needs them anyway?” She plucked the cigarette right out of my mouth and puffed.

“My cock is not short!” I groaned.

“Then why does it bother you so much?” She giggled and handed me back my cigarette.

“Because she told the Cheerleaders, mom, now every girl in the school thinks I have a 3 inch dick. I couldn’t even get a date with a freshman geek if I tried,” I took a long hard drag before passing it over.

“Like I said, there are other, WOMEN, besides cheerleaders in this town. You’re 18 now baby, you seem to keep forgetting that,” She looked into my eyes as she puffed on my cigarette.

“Yeah, and they are all either married, old, gay, or related,” I took my cigarette back and took a long drag.

“So? None of those things has ever kept you from looking before, why should it now?” She held out her hand and I took another puff before passing.

“Alright, name one Woman who would want me,” I told her.

“Easy, Nichole Jacobs,” She grinned.

“Mom, she’s almost 50 and married!” I squealed.

“So? She is only 7 years older than me and you still look down my shirt every chance you get,” She giggled.

“Only because you walk around half naked all the time,” I took away my cigarette.

“Because I like being looked at. Your father stopped looking a long time ago,” She got this sad look then.

“Mom, you are the hottest woman in town. I mean that too, if you weren’t my mom I’d…” I had to stop myself.

“You would what baby?” She asked raising her eyes to mine.

“I’d kiss you,” I answered, not wanting to tell her what I was really about to say.

“Then why don’t you? You used to kiss me all the time, when you were little,” She teased.

“You’re serious?” I asked.

“Are you?” She countered.

It was a challenge and she knew better than to challenge me. I stood, leaned over her reclined chair, our bodies almost touched. I held myself up by the chair’s thin metal arms, I lowered my head, gave her plenty of time to stop me. Our eyes locked, our lips touched, mine pressed firmly against hers. She opened to me, her hands slid up my arms in a tender caress. My tongue slipped between her lips. I tasted her warm smoky breath and then it was over.

“I see your skills have improved,” She licked her lips as I hoovered over her, “Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll put dinner in the microwave…” She suggested, her eyes drifting over my sweaty chest.

I kissed her again, just a quick peck this time, before going to do as she suggested. I should have locked the door, I realized a few minutes later. I was busy stroking myself, and not paying attention to anything but the images in my head and the memory of that searing kiss. Until I heard the sound of mom peeing in the toilet. Too far gone to stop now I ignored the sound and hoped she couldn’t see through the yellow ducks. The toilet flushed, water got a bit warmer, mom moaned. Startled I pulled back the curtain just a little.

She was on the toilet with her legs spread. I could see the patch of fine curly brown hairs leading between her thighs. Her thong was pulled down and her top was pulled up. One hand was pinching a perky pink nipple and the other was rubbing the moist curls between her legs.

She looked so hot, better than any fantasy I could have imagined. I kept stroking as my mom masturbated in front of me. The curtain pulled back as we watched each other. It was the wildest thing I’ve ever done. She slid two fingers into her moist sex. The only sound in the room were her sexy moans and the sound of our breathing. We came just a few seconds apart.

She gave me a silly grin. “Thank you, baby. I haven’t had an orgasm in years!” She turned and walked shakily through the door, leaving it open.

I was worried things might be weird as I went to join her on the couch. She had put on a pair of short shorts and fixed her top again. There was a large plate of pizza bites and a 32oz mug of Dr. Pepper on the oak table in front of us.

After a few minutes of her acting as if nothing had happened, I relaxed. We turned on the Tv, flipped through the basic channels, then put in a DvD. Everything seemed to be normal again, until she went to wash the empty plate and refill the mug.

When she came back, she placed the glass down on the coffee table, and sat in my lap. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. After a few seconds I gave in and put my arms around her bare back.

“This doesn’t have to be weird baby. We are two adults who share a house. Both of us are lonely,” She whispered against my lips.

“But you’re my mom!” I hated how my voice squeaked.

“I know baby, but that doesn’t seem to bother either of us very much. Just tell me that you’ll think about, Okay?” She kissed me again as she wiggled over my hard cock.

“Alright, I’ll think about it mom,” I agreed.

I couldn’t believe my own mother had just asked me to have sex with her. Not that I hadn’t thought about it before, because I had, a lot… I just never expected her to want the same. I had been content with it only being a fantasy in my head. Even masturbating in the bathroom together had been an unexpected course of events. Now that the idea was out there though, what I was I supposed to do?

“Do you mind holding me? Just for a little bit?” She asked snuggling her head into my shoulder. I didn’t answer but just held her a little tighter as she closed her eyes.

I watched ‘Dungeons and Dragons’ while she slept in my lap. When the credit’s rolled I slid my hands down to her denim clad butt and gently stood. I carried her down the hall and into the master bedroom. She was so exhausted her eyes never even opened as I tucked her in and kissed her goodnight. I left the door open on my way out.

I went to my room, which was just across the hall. I sat behind the old, wobbly, cheap, wooden desk. The back of my chair had fallen off but the stool was still decent. I turned on the computer Dad had left behind and waited as it loaded. Using Google Chrome I did a search for mother and son sex. Finding a site called Literotica, I selected a few different stories to read. I was curious about how others had, or would handle, the situation. I understood that most were fantasy, but damn if they weren’t hot ones. I was reading a story called ‘Pet Mommy’ that really turned me on. I found myself wondering if I could turn MY mom into a sort of a ‘pet’. The story interested me for a number of reasons. I jerked off again before climbing into bed to dream of thigh high stockings and short skirts.

Old habits are hard to break, and so is waking before dawn. I showered, shaved, and did all the other bathroom stuff before putting on a pair of track pants and running shoes. I grabbed the garbage from the kitchen on my way out the door and dropped it in the dumpster at the curb. Kneeling down I took a runner’s stance before launching off for a four mile run around the town.

I watched as kids climbed onto the big yellow buses and parents dropped little ones off. I didn’t miss it one bit really. School had never really been my thing. Finishing my run I rounded the corner and saw mom. She’d just picked up the newspaper in a sky blue kimono robe. I jogged up behind her and snatched the cigarette from between her fingers. Taking my first puff of the day, I held it in a bit longer than usual as my eyes roamed over her robed body. The silk clung to her curves and the top was loose giving me a glimpse of her plump and perky breasts. I had always thought mom was good looking but after last night I saw just how beautiful she really was.

“You ready for breakfast? Or is there something else you want?” She asked with a teasing tone.

“2 Bacon, 3 eggs, over easy, toast, and orange juice,” I grinned as I puffed on her cigarette before giving it back.

“No protein shake today?” She asked with a giggle.

“Nope, that stuff is just plain nasty,” I had an uncontrollable shiver at the thought of another powdered chocolate protein shake.

We went inside and I sat at the little island to watch her cook in her morning robe. I could just see the bottom of her thighs under the robe. My dick was getting hard as she moved about the kitchen. She lifted her arm to pull the frying pan down and her robe rose with it. I had a good look at her bare ass. I knew from carrying her that it was soft, yet firm, not flabby but not hard either. A few minutes later, she sat my breakfast down in front of me. She was on this new diet, she sat on the other side drinking a strawberry milk shake, made with skimmed milk. My cock jerked as she sucked on the straw and slurped. Before last night I would have eaten as quickly as I could, and then run and hid. Now though, I just sat there eating, as slowly as I could, and let her tease me.

I finished off my breakfast and watched as mom took the empty plate and her glass to the sink. What I was thinking was so wrong, so utterly wrong, and yet so damn right. I took my shoes off and wiggled out of my pants before climbing onto the counter top nude and putting my legs over the side.

“Mom,” I said softly.

“What baby?” She asked not looking as she scrubbed yoke off the plate.

“Suck my cock!” I ordered her.

“What was that baby?” She asked, turning off the sink.

“I…Said, Suck…My…Cock! You are constantly teasing me! If you are going to walk around naked, making my cock hard all the fucking time…the least you can do is get me off!”

She spun around, sloshing soapy water everywhere, “Listen here bud…” She wagged her soapy finger at me.

“No! You listen, Mother, look at you. You’re naked in front of me, your Son. Do you see how hard my dick is because of you? This is YOUR fault and YOU should fix it NOW!” I said forcibly.

“I wouldn’t even do that for your father, why would I do it for you?” She was staring at my rock hard six inch cock.

“Because I am not my father. If you want my cock, you will get those sweet lips of yours over here and suck on it!” I crossed my arms.

“Can’t I use my hand or something?” She licked her lips.

“No, you will use your mouth, and only your mouth, until I say otherwise. Now get over here and suck it! And you had better swallow every drop!” I told her.

“I…I…I’ve never done that before,” She licked her lips again.

“Give it a try, come and put me in your mouth. It’s just like sucking on a Popsicle,” I told her.

Slowly, one step at a time, she approached the island. She went to grab me with her hand but I slapped it away.

“Mouth only, no hands!” I growled at her.

Nervously, she leaned over, her robe falling open and showing me her bare breasts. She licked the tip, swirled her tongue around the head, and then sucked just the tip between her lips.

Gradually she took a bit more, and a bit more until she was bobbing up and down. My hips twitched uncontrollably. It felt fucking amazing for a first time. Her silky tongue slid up and down the back of my shaft as her lips stroked it.

I tugged at her belt and opened her robe, revealing her naked body. She was hot, I already knew that. Her peach colored skin was unblemished. The fine hairs of her bush were already moist.

“Rub your clit,” I ordered her, causing her to moan around my dick.

Her hand immediately went between her legs. She groaned and I nearly shot my load right then. Holding it back, I moved so I could have a better view. She was running her fingers through her pussy lips, stroking them from her vagina to her clit. The sight was incredible and I knew we were both about to blow.

“Fuck…oh, FUCK! That’s incredible. Don’t stop. Suck it harder..”

She glistened with her own juices. I watched as she spread her pussy lips, teasing herself and me at the same time.

“Put your fingers inside, finger fuck yourself,” I told her drawing another moan as she obeyed.

Her mouth slid further down my shaft and I felt her gag. She lifted up, and went back down again, to the same spot. She had swallowed all six inches now. Her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy as she fucked me with her mouth. I groaned and felt my cock jump. I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Are you ready to cum, mom?” I caused her to mumble a “Yes” around my dick.

“Good, I want to see you cum,” I told her and her lips tightened around my cock and she slid another finger inside herself.

She had three fingers pumping into her as she sucked and licked my cock. My hips jerked, hitting the back of her throat with the tip of my dick. A few seconds later she gave a muffled scream that traveled down my spine and into my toes.

She came, “Don’t you dare stop, not until I tell you to,” I quickly put my hands on top of her head.

I held her in place as I fucked her mouth and shot my load down her throat. My cock went off like a machine gun, firing burst, after burst into her mouth. She swallowed compulsively, milking more, and more from me.

“Did you like your breakfast, mother?” I asked, my cock going soft in her mouth as she continued sucking and licking.

“Mmmhmmm” She purred.

“Good, now, why don’t you climb up here, so I can get my desert,” I told her.

She didn’t stop to question but simply did as I told her. I spread her legs, my eyes feasting on her sopping pussy, those moist curls drenched in her juices. Slowly I kissed her knees, her thighs, I ran my tongue up the inside of her legs. I teased her with my lips, my tongue. Then I licked her clean, sucking every drop of her honey as I licked and nibbled.

“Oh god baby, what are you doing to me?” She whimpered.

“Eating desert,” I chuckled and nibbled on her clit.

“Mmm feels good, don’t stop…” She groaned as I teased her with tongue and finger.

“Are you going to be good today? Or a naughty little slut that has to be punished?” I breathed against her cunt.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” She whimpered.

“Then cum, give me my desert.” I slid my tongue into her drenched pussy and pinched her clit.

She bucked her hips and a torrent of her juices rushed into my mouth. I lapped it up and swallowed every drop I could. Once I’d finished with my breakfast, I rose up and kissed her. I made her taste herself as I rolled my tongue in her mouth, rubbing her juices into the gums of her lips and on her tongue. She moaned and licked in my mouth for more. I pulled back with a chuckle.

“Time to get dressed, mom. Only naughty little sluts walk around the house naked,” I grinned and I pulled on my pants.

I went to sit on the living room sofa and lit a cigarette as I waited. She had dressed herself in a pair of hiphuggers and a coffee colored blouse. She came to sit beside me, I pulled her into my lap instead, and offered her my cigarette.

“That was hot. I have never gotten that wet with your father…I loved it!” She giggled and kissed me with a mouth full of smoke.

“Was that really your first blow job?” I asked as she pulled away for another puff.

“I had wanted to, practiced even, but your father…well, he only wanted it missionary with the lights off. Plus, he isn’t half as big as you are,” She said before kissing me again and blowing the smoke into my mouth.

“Big? But mom, it’s only 3 inches” I joked.

“That’s still quite a bit bigger than your father, honey,” She puffed and kissed me again.

“I think we need some ground rules,” I said as she pulled back again.

“Rules? Honey I hate rules, they always end up broken anyway,” She giggled and took another puff.

“Then we will call them guidelines. I need to know what you are and aren’t willing to do,” I told her before accepting her smoky kiss.

“Baby, I was married to a monk for 13 years. I’m willing to try anything at least once. And I absolutely loved what we just did. I’ve never had such a tasty breakfast,” She giggled against my lips.

“Alright then. So what is this about Mrs. Jacobs?” I asked as she took another puff from our dwindling cigarette.

“What about her baby?” She kissed me and I slid my tongue into her mouth as the smoke flowed between us.

“Has she said anything to make you think that she wants me?” I asked after our kiss.

“Once or twice. She thinks you have a nice butt, and that you should visit more so she can ogle it,” She took another puff and shared it with me.

“Why don’t we invite her over to dinner some time?” I suggested. “She’s always complaining about eating alone.”

“Because we can barely feed ourselves, Chris,” She sighed.

“Oh, that reminds me, she gave me my job back. I have to go to the store at six and work till 10:30,” I told her having forgotten to mention it last night.

“Well at least that takes care of the groceries and cigarettes. I’ll keep looking, but baby there isn’t that much I can do here…and driving all the way to Wichita Falls everyday…we would need a new car and we just can’t afford it,” She sighed and buried her head against me.

“Mom, have you thought about going back to school? You can get grants, loans, take online classes. Even a Microsoft office certificate would help and that’s just one class,” I suggested.

“Where would I get a computer from baby? They don’t exactly give them away,” She took another puff and placed the cigarette between my lips.

“There is one in my room you can use, it already has office installed,” I reminded her after taking a deep drag.

“Baby, are you inviting me into the man cave?” She giggled and took the cigarette from me.

“You have always been welcomed in my room,” I grinned and squeezed her butt playfully.

“I’ll think about it,” She puffed and stubbed the cigarette out in the tin ashtray on the table.

I left a little early for work, wearing my best fitting jeans and running shoes. The jeans because mom said they showed off my ‘cute little butt’ and the shoes because they were comfortable. I also had on a tan polo shirt and black leather belt. I managed to get the rust bucket started and made it to work fifteen minutes early.

“Afternoon, Mrs. Jacobs” I said as I strode into the store.

She was in one of her homemade dresses, a floral pattern of orange, yellows, and reds in a soft silky fabric. It was held over her shoulders by thin spaghetti straps that showed just the tops of her breasts and hugged her body to skirt just below her hips. It was a cool evening so it wasn’t clinging to her breasts and ass, as it would have a month earlier. Any man who left a woman like her home alone for weeks at a time should have his head examined.

“Chris, how many times must I tell you? My name is Nichole, Mrs. Jacobs is my mother-in-law,” She chided me.

“Long day I’m guessing?” I looked around the store, it looked like a tornado had struck it.

“More like a string of long days. I’m glad you came, I really needed the help. I haven’t had any time today…Can you stock, then we can clean a bit?”

“Sure thing, Nichole,” I grinned.

“Thank you, sweetie,” She winked at me.

The walk-ins took longer than they should have. She had obviously been pretty busy because all the coolers were near empty. Not that I was complaining, we needed the money. I’d spend all day in the freezer if it meant having real food in the house again.

After finishing with the coolers, I followed behind Nichole and stocked the shelves. Over the summer I had worked the day shift where she had been calm and professional, the typical convenience store manager. Now she was playful and carefree as we tossed cereal around, and chased each other with mops and brooms. She was like a completely different person than how I had seen her just two months ago.

After we had cleaned and the shelves were stocked, we stepped outside to sit on the side walk and share a cigarette. I had, as usual, left mine at home for mom. Normally, she would have just given me one from her pack. When she handed the one from her lips I hesitated a second. I shared cigarettes with mom because that’s how I started smoking to begin with. Mom was drunk and I feared her burning the house down, so I would hold it to her lips and sneak a few puffs for myself. I had shared the occasional cigarette with friends at school because we had very little time.

Sharing with Nichole was oddly intimate. Each time she took a puff, she left just the faintest hint of her watermelon flavored lip gloss. When we passed it between us, our fingers touched. She was sitting on my right side, her right handed and I left handed, forcing us to reach across each other. To my hormonal thoughts this was foreplay.

“Are you hungry? There’s a microwave in the back, you can have anything in the store…on the house,” She chuckled.

“No thank you, Nichole, I am sick of Ramen and pizza bites for dinner,” I hated how my voice sounded.

“Alright, option number two, you go down the street to Ken’s and pick up a large Peperoni,” She dug a few bills from her pocket and slapped them into my hand.

“Take my car, so I know you don’t end up walking back,” She handed me the keys to her 3 year old charcoal grey Mazda6.

The scent of Chanel No. 5 filled the car, along with just the hint of spilt coffee. The Mazda purred like a kitten as I turned the ignition and shifted into drive. Being used to bad power steering and bald tires, driving an almost brand new car was a learning experience. I managed not to hit any curbs, or the multiple cars packed along them.

I stepped into Ken’s and felt my guts twist into knots. Abby was at the counter in her black slacks and green uniform polo shirt, looking as lovely as ever with a smile on her face. My former best friend stood just behind her, his eye blackened, a Band-Aid across his nose, and the entire right side of his face was bruised.

The three of us had grown up together, hell me and Billy used to share underwear. Seeing them together like that made me realize what I should have known all along.

“You two look good, sorry about yesterday…” I approached the counter.

“Man, don’t sweat it. If you had talked about my mom like that, I’d have tackled you to,” Billy chuckled and reached his hand out across the counter.

Accepting his offered truce I gave his hand a firm squeeze.

“I guess all those MMA lessons paid off, for one of us at least. Tell mom that I didn’t mean what I said…” He kept his eyes down.

“You can tell her yourself, maybe take her a personal cheese with olives and mushrooms… I have to work late, and need a large pepperoni”

“Will do bro, so are we good? You going to kick my ass if I take Abs to the home coming dance?” His eyes drifted over to my ex’s rear end.

“Nope, you two have fun. Just remember the name is Christmas, when the time comes,” I grinned.

“Thanks man, why don’t we toss the ball around a bit? Like we used to…” He suggested.

“How about Saturday, around lunch?” I looked between them and they both nodded.

“Alright, Saturday it is then. Now, how long will it be on that pizza?” I chuckled.

“Two minutes, I’ll pop another in, and you can have the one coming out,” Billy grinned as he walked towards the ovens.

Nichole had given me way too much, even after giving Abby and Billy a hefty tip. I drove back, tempted to grab a slice, but not wanting to grease up her black leather seats. She was surprised when I returned 10 minutes later with a pizza right out of the oven. The average wait time at the counter is half an hour, on a good night. She pulled two Coors lights from the cooler and a roll of paper napkins from under the counter. We ate there at the register sitting just as we had on the sidewalk with the pizza on my left.

“So where is Mr. Jacobs tonight?” I opened my beer.

“A conference in Dallas, then he’ll be in Austin for a week. I hardly see him at all anymore…” She sighed and picked off a pepperoni to put in her mouth.

“You could always come to the house if you get lonely…we don’t have much but we’ll share what we have,” I took a drink and picked up a second slice.

“Chris, we live two blocks from each other. I think that should go both ways,” She looked over at me.

“Right, except I don’t have a jealous husband that can pop in at any time,” I chuckled.

“I may not either, for much longer. Things have been a little…off between me and David the past couple of years,” She picked off another pepperoni.

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing,” I took another drink.

“To be honest, neither am I. I love him, but not the way a wife should. I feel more like a sister or distant cousin. We haven’t even had sex in 5 years, at least not with each other,” She sighed again.

“The man should have his head examined,” I shook my head and filled my mouth with hot bubbly cheese.

We finished our dinner, drank another beer, and then got ready to lock up for the night. I had never worked this late into the night shift so I just followed her around. After locking us in, she pulled the cash drawer from the register and led me into a back room. The office was little more than a closet with a desk and chair. She shoved some stuff aside and had me sit on the desk as she climbed into the chair. With the drawer between us, we started counting.

While I handled the bills, she handled the loose change. She pulled a deposit slip from the desk and we wrote down how many bills, coins, and checks. Then we counted the total of each before she added up the final total on a machine. Once the final number was written down she put all but $100 in small bills and change into a deposit bag and locked it in an iron safe underneath the desk. Then she lifted her eyes to me and I saw something in them that caused my heart to race.

She lifted her hand and laid a stack of twenties on the desk, licking her lips she opens and closes her mouth. I waited for her to find the words.

“This is for the next seven days $300, as of right now you are not on the books. We can keep it like that and be friends, you come in, we hang out, you help me lock up and stay with me until I go home…I’ll still pay you and have a pack of cigarettes waiting…or I put you on the books with a set schedule and be your boss like before. I’ll leave the choice to you, but I had fun tonight,” She looked at me as if waiting for a response.

I can’t believe I actually had to think about it. Could I go back to being just her employ? I took a long moment before I said anything. She just waited as if she had all night and was in no hurry to go home to her lonely one bedroom house.

“I don’t want to be just you’re stock boy,” I admitted to her and myself.

“Then consider this a loan, between friends, and you’ll work it off. Take this, in case I need to get hold of you for any reason. I’ll cover the monthly bill, don’t worry about that,” She handed me a cheap prepaid cell phone. “If you need a ride or want to talk, my number is already programmed in it. Call any time, day or night.”

“Thank you” I slipped the phone, and money into my pocket.

“You’re welcome, now walk me to my car, and don’t forget the beer and pizza you’re supposed to take home,” She took my hand and pulled me off the desk.

She held onto my hand as we walked through the store and didn’t let go until she climbed into her car. There was a moment, just before she closed the door that I thought she might kiss me, but then it passed.

“See you tomorrow, same time,” She closed the door and started the car.

I went to the rust bucket and climbed in, stuck the key into the ignition, gave it a twist, and banged my head on the dash. I tried three more times before I heard a honk behind me. I looked in the rear view and saw Nichole’s Mazda, the passenger side door open. Taking my key out I opened and locked the door, wishing someone would just come and steal it. I held my head low as I walked towards her car and slid into the passenger seat.

“Can you ride?” She asked backing out of the parking lot.

“A bicycle? Sure,” I shrugged.

“No, a motorcycle…my son left his in my garage… I don’t know if it’ll still run but it is …taking up space…it’s yours if you want it.”

“Does it have a title?” I was certainly interested.

“I have the title…and David hasn’t even tried to start it since Jason’s death. He was killed in Afghanistan, his hummer ran over an IED…”

“I won’t mind looking at it, fixing it up if it needs it…but if you or David wants to keep it…” I didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll talk to him, but I don’t think he’ll mind you just taking it.”

“For now, we’ll just think of it as a loaner…” I decided that would be best.

“Deal, so I’ll take you to see it…then home if that’s alright with you,” She grinned.

“I could walk home from your house…its only two blocks,” I chuckled.

“Would it be wrong, if I said, that I just don’t want to be alone, just yet?” She looked at me through her mirror.

“No, and I don’t mind if you want to just hang out for a while,” I looked over at her.

She sighed as we pulled into her driveway,

“I have been married since getting pregnant in high school, never once cheated on my husband. We had a beautiful son together…but since Jason died, things just haven’t been the same. Having you around, well it’s like having Jason back…I know that sounds bad but…”

“When dad left, and mom fell into a bottle, you were there. Every time I got suspended from school, you were there. You didn’t judge, you never tried to change us. You just listened… So when I look at you, I see a beautiful woman who has never been anything but nice to me and mom. If you want to think of me as a son then go ahead, but I don’t want that to be the only way you think of me,” I told her.

“Then what do you want, Christmas?” She asked.

I didn’t know how to answer her with words, so I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. I didn’t try to force anything, I just kissed her soft lips, held it for a few seconds, and then pulled back. She groaned softly as my lips left hers and I noticed she had closed her eyes. She kept them closed a second longer as she licked her lips.

“Let’s try that again” She said softly.

With a chuckle, I leaned over and gave her a real kiss. I licked around her lips and they parted, accepting me into her warm mouth. It wasn’t the inferno I had felt with mom but a gentle simmering heat. It was like making love to her mouth as our tongues rubbed against each other and our breaths mingled. I felt myself harden, my cock pressing against my jeans. I wanted more, but knew I had to wait. I pulled back, softly kissing her lips before opening my door.

“I think, I can handle that,” She opened her own door and stepped out.

“I don’t do monogamy, not anymore. Tried it once and well, now she’s with someone else,” I walked around the car and took her hand.

“That’s alright, I already have a husband,” She giggled and linked her fingers with mine.

She unlocked the padlock holding the sliding door, I bent down, and lifted it up. It rattled and shook a little, the chain needing a bit of oil. Her garage was just as messy as ours was, except a bit more organized. She led me through a maze towards the back where a dusty black 1990 Harley Davidson soft tail was leaning against several boxes. The image of a white ghost hugging a luscious big breasted blonde was painted on the gas tank.

“The boxes are all of Jason’s things…you can look through them if you want. I know he had a leather jacket, and a helmet…David packed everything up so I can’t tell you for sure if they are in there,” She blinked away tears and handed me a small pocket knife.

With her permission I opened the boxes and looked inside. I tried not to show anything that would make her cry, or damage the memories she had of her son. There were quite a few magazines that I didn’t think she would want to see. I found the riding gear in the third box, along with a few medals and trinkets. I didn’t understand why a navy cross had just been boxed away and left in the garage so long…That didn’t sit right with me. I pulled the medal from its case and turned to her with it held in my palm, there was a trident pinned to the ribbon and I knew what Jason would have wanted.

“As a son, I can say that this,” I let the medal dangle as I put my hand over the center of her chest, “Does not belong in a box. It belongs here,” I held the medal against her breast as I slid the ribbon over her head.It was a perfect fit so that it hung just over her heart.

“I think that Jason would have wanted you to wear it. Let it remind you of his life, and not his death,” I told her softly as I wiped away her tears.

“I didn’t even know he had this…” She whispered, holding her hand over the medal.

“As a SEAL it was probably issued after his death… I don’t know why it was in a box, but I’m glad I was able to give it to you,” I told her before going back to the boxes and looking for other things she probably wanted to keep.

I boxed up everything that I felt she shouldn’t see and carried it out to her trunk. I would gladly keep Jason’s secrets and make them my own. I hadn’t known him but having known his mother practically all my life, I felt as if he was my brother in a way. Hiding his porn just seemed the brotherly thing to do. I read a few pages of his journal, made sure it didn’t have anything incriminating in it, then handed it to her. It was filled with song lyrics and poetry, a navy seal who wrote poetry and sang about wild flowers… I wish I could have met him.

The bike didn’t start but it wasn’t too bad. I thought it just needed a good cleaning and some fresh fluids. I’d come over later and take care of that, right now I had a grieving mother to take care of. I went to her and pulled her into my arms. She was so much shorter that her head only came to my chest. Her tears quickly soaked through my shirt but I didn’t mind. I let my hands slide up and down the back of her dress. I held her just as she once held me after dad left and I found mom passed out in the floor, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

“David, he never let me just cry like that. Thank you, it was…sweet,” She rose to her tip toes to press her salty lips to mine.

“That’s what I’m here for, kitten,” I kissed her back.

“Kitten?” She giggled.

“You just remind me of a little calico kitten, playful and loving…and you purr when you’re in a good mood,” I chuckled.

“Hmm, so what does that make you?” She looked up into my eyes.

“The big bad wolf who just wants to gobble you up.” I kissed her again.

“Anything else you want?” She asked stepping out of my arms.

“Yes, but it can wait. I think we’re both tired, and you still have to drive me home,” I grinned.

She took me home, I put the beer and pizza in the fridge, then went back out. I kissed her goodnight after taking the boxes from her trunk. Something had shifted between us in that garage, but I wasn’t quite sure what. I carried the three boxes to my room and placed them against the wall. After undressing I climbed into bed, pulled the covers up and turned to my side, and felt another pair of soft lips pressed against mine.

“How was work baby?” Mom asked breaking the kiss and putting her arm around me.

“Things are good, Nichole loaned me enough to buy some groceries with. I’ll do that in the morning, after breakfast,”

“So it’s Nichole now, not Mrs. Jacobs?” She teased.

“Does that bother you?” I asked tickling her side.

“Nope,” She giggled and squirmed. “I like Nichole.”

“Me too, oh the car wouldn’t start… She gave me her son’s motorcycle, but it needs a bit of work,” I told her.

“Oh, I haven’t ridden on a bike since High School…You have to take me for a ride!” She squealed.

“I was planning on it” I rolled her over onto my lap.

“I meant on the bike” She giggled as I slid my hand between her legs.

“Oh, well then” I rolled her back off of me.

She groaned and tugged at my shoulder until I rolled over on top of her, my thick cock sliding against the moist lips of her pussy.

“Nope,” I teased but kept rubbing my cock against her as she moaned and lifted her hips, begging me to put it in.

“Damn it Christmas, stop teasing and Fuck ME!” She screamed as I held her down.

“Nope, I told you earlier. I don’t like missionary, or having the lights off. If you wanted to fuck, then you should have left them on,” I told her and continued teasing her clit with the tip of my cock.

“You are despicable” She groaned.

“No, I’m honest and I stick to what I say. I’ll fuck you any time you want, but we do it MY way, or not at all,” I chuckled and spanked her wet pussy with my cock.

“Fine, what do you want?” She groaned.

“Well, since you’ve gone and made me all hard I think you should suck me off. Do a good job and I might… I might just reward you,” I told her.

I reached over and flicked on my table lamp. She groaned but moved so she could take me into her mouth. She must have been practicing all day because this was twice as good as the one after breakfast.

She swallowed the entire thing from the beginning, her saliva coating my shaft as her tongue licked and swirled. I moaned and raised my knee to give her a better angle. After about a minute I tapped her legs and moved her into position so I could attack that sweet rum flavored pussy.

She had just groomed, the hair removal cream leaving behind a sweet coconut flavor that mixed with her natural juices. It was divine and I thought it might just be addictive. I licked and slurped as she sucked and bobbed. I took her to the brink of climax but never let her cross it.

“That’s it, almost there baby. Don’t stop until I tell you to,” I moved a bit further up and ran my tongue over the rim over her perky pink ass.

She groaned around my cock and pressed her tongue against the shaft. Curious, I ran my finger between the lips of her pussy and drew circles around her asshole, drawing closer and closer to her virgin hole each round. She moaned and whimpered as I reached that untouched place, and gave a muffled scream when I pierced it. My cock exploded into her like an erupting volcano, filling her mouth with my seed. She swallowed convulsively but didn’t stop bobbing her head up and down, milking every drop while keeping me hard.

I added a second finger to her ass and pumped them in, gently spreading them apart to stretch her. Her sexy little whimpers and moans vibrated around my cock and I was tempted to just let her keep sucking as I finger fucked her. Deciding I wanted something more, I gave her a pat on the ass and told her to stop.

“I think, you have earned that reward now. Get on your hands and knees,” I instructed and watched as she obeyed.

“There are two types of men, mom. Those who harden at the sight of a pair of tits, big or small they don’t care. You only have to show a nipple and their dick throbs. Now mom, you have one a great pair of tits, but I’m not a breast man. I enjoy looking at them but they aren’t what truly turns me on,” I spoke softly as I moved around her.

I placed my hand on her back and gently guided her down, until she was curled around her knees, that fine ass of hers pointed straight up. She was wet, her juices glistening all over her thighs.

“Your entire body is beautiful mom, but this, this right here,” I squeezed her ass cheeks. “This perky, round, beautiful, ass has been teasing me for the better part of six years. And tonight…tonight it becomes MINE!” I rubbed the tip of my cock against her anus then pushed, hard.

When all six inches was buried inside her virgin asshole I held myself against her hips, listening to her soft whimpers as her body adjusted to having me stuffing her ass.

“The next time I find you in my bed, I want you just like this,” I leaned over her back and whispered, “Naked, with your ass in the air, and the lights ON!” before I pulled back and slammed myself back into her.

I wasn’t gentle but I wasn’t rough with her either. I fucked her ass with long, hard thrusts that slapped my balls against her weeping pussy. Each time my balls hit, she groaned and ground herself against me. She rolled her hips and pressed back, driving me deeper into her ass.

“Oh, I like that mom, keep fucking me with your ass. Make me Cum” I chuckled and held onto her waist as her hips rolled and rubbed against me.

Since she was being a good girl, I reached around and toyed with her clit. Each time she pressed against me I’d slip my finger into her pussy. Soon she had me finger fucking her as she slammed herself against my cock.

“I hope you’re ready to cum” I told her just before I unloaded into her tight little ass and jammed three fingers into her cunt.

I hit her G spot and she screamed as a torrent of her juices flooded my palm. I had to hold her against me as I gently massaged her pussy. She was quivering from head to toe and I knew her eyes would be glazed over. I pulled her tight as I laid down, spooning her from behind.

“You could never seduce me with your breasts, because your ass had done that long ago,” I chuckled and massaged her neglected breasts.

“Now sleep, my beautiful pet, and dream of how you will please me tomorrow,” I whispered.

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