Masculine and Beautiful
Son's tears move Mom's heart... and hand.
copyright ©2010 by A_Satori. All rights reserved.
Author's note: As with a most of my other pieces, this one could have been placed in a number of story categories.
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CHAPTER 1
Mara looked at the digital alarm clock. 12:53AM. She thought about the reasons that were keeping her from falling asleep.
One being Phil wasn't lying next to her. She wished he was and that it also would have meant she'd be tuckered out from a bout of wild, passionate, gratifying sex, but that part of their marriage had begun to wane five or so years ago, even after her first year at the health club, losing the weight, toning up, looking at least as good if not better than she had in college... okay, maybe not as good as college, but nearly as good. Now sex was about once every few weeks and perfunctory at best. She knew her situation wasn't unique. She had overheard a few of the other just over 40 women talking at the health club, let alone conversations with her three best friends, to know her sex life and her marriage weren't out of the ordinary.
Ordinary.
She and Phil had promised each other on their wedding night their marriage, their love, their life together would always be extraordinary. She had asked Betty if she had made any sort of promise like that with her husband. Betty had burst out laughing. At first Mara had thought her best friend was laughing at her, but then Betty had settled down and nearly shouted, "Almost word for word!" That had caused Mara to crack up with hilarious laughter too. The thing was though, the truth wasn't very funny.
Phil missing being one of the reasons she couldn't sleep now was because she was accustomed to having him or maybe just his weight on the other side of the bed. It just didn't feel right without him there.
The second least important reason she couldn't sleep was that the air conditioning system had broken down. The Midwest was having a heat wave. The earliest she had been able to schedule a service call was next Friday. Seven days away.
Even with the windows open and the ceiling fan on, it was too warm in the room to feel comfortable, and she liked to have the comforter over her body. Even the top cotton sheet she had over her earlier was now bunched at the foot of the bed. Her jaw clenched for a moment. Phil was on a business trip to the east coast manufacturing facilities, doing some sort of "in house investigation" for the next week. She just bet he'd come home next Saturday evening and the damn AC would be fixed, blowing out tons of cool air, and he'd not have to endure one minute of the discomfort she was experiencing. She could hear him already-- Seems to be working fine now, honey. He had a way of stating the obvious... about some things.
She looked at the clock again. 1:12AM. Her teeth clamped her lower lip. The main reason she couldn't sleep was that Tommy was out at a party. She had encouraged him to go, even knowing it was probably a "home alone" party. Earlier in the week she had overheard Billy talking to him about it when she brought up the laundry to Tommy's room. Billy shut up as soon as she stepped over the threshold of her son's bedroom.
She had asked, "What's this about a party?"
Tommy had mumbled, "Friday night at Steve's. I don't think I'm going."
She had said, "Maybe you should, sweetheart. Get out of the house for a while. Have some fun."
Normally she wouldn't have said that, and normally Tommy would have gone to the party with Marcia. They had been in a relationship for over a year and a half when Marcia had dumped him right before prom. That was about a month ago and Tommy was still moping around the house and looking nearly clinically depressed. She had wished Phil hadn't come up with the idea that Tommy's graduation present would be that he'd not have to work this summer, that he should enjoy his last real summer of being a kid, because when college started, although that would be a lot of fun, it was the doorstep of the real world. Mara figured if Tommy had returned to his summer job working for that contractor, he would at least have been around people, been busy, and not had so much time to mope and think about Marcia.
Mara exhaled sharply. Marcia. She thought Marcia was a very nice girl, at least it had seemed she was. Mara thought that even though she was fairly sure Tommy and the girl had been having sex. She and Phil had talked to him about sex like all the books said to do, but when Tommy kept seeing Marcia, Mara made Phil talk to him about it again. She should have done it herself, because Phil basically just told him to always use condoms if and when he ever had sex. The idiot. To Phil's surprise, and later to her own shock, Tommy had showed him the box of condoms he had in his room. He told his dad he wasn't stupid, he knew about STDs, and wasn't planning to get any girl pregnant for quite a while, if ever.
Mara didn't like that 'if ever' part because she assumed one day she might actually want to be a grandma, especially knowing that sooner than she wanted, she'd be looking like a grandma whether she had grandkids or not.
She closed her eyes and shook her head. She was getting too concerned about her looks. She had never been like that before, maybe because she had the looks before, both regarding her body and looks from the guys. She had been a little wild in college her sophomore and part of her junior year. She had done some things that, well, looking back now, were extremely hot and also shocking, and very stupid too. One time she had gone home with a guy she had just met at a kegger party. He lived off campus. They had sex for the good part of two hours. He told her to stay the night and they fell asleep. An hour or so later, she got up to use the bathroom and met his housemate coming in drunk from some other party. They sat in the living room and had some whiskey, and she had ended up screwing him too.
And then early junior year there was Randy. She was sort of in a relationship with him, not a love relationship, more a lust relationship for about two and a half months. He got her to do... well, to do some things, especially one thing that she had never told Phil about, that had really scared her afterwards. Not that she had done it, but that she had loved it so much.
She shut her eyes tightly. She didn't want to think about it, didn't want to remember how slutty yet erotically thrilled she had felt the half dozen times she did it with Randy. She was usually tipsy if not drunk when they did it, but then the last two times she was sober and had loved it just as much. That had scared her because it truly made her feel like a slut. After the very last time, she broke up with Randy a week or so later.
Then in the spring term of junior year, she met Phil, and as they say, the rest was history. He had been, and in all honesty, still was the love of her life, even with the infrequent, unfulfilling, perfunctory lovemaking.
She looked at the clock again. 1:31AM. Her stomach knotted. Tommy was a half hour late. What if he was drunk, or worse, did some drugs and was lying unconscious somewhere. She had told him right before he left not to get drunk. Why hadn't she told him not to drink at all?! She took a slow breath. She hadn't because she knew it wouldn't do any good. He would do what he wanted. She had told him that quite a few times over the past couple years and when he'd get home from a party, she could tell when he had a few. He was all smiles, and always made sure he gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug goodnight.
She exhaled sharply. Why was she was always the one waiting up for the kids to come home from a date or party, or lying in bed awake listening for them to return, and not Phil? She couldn't even get him to do it with her by watching a DVD or something!
She recalled the time Tommy gave her a drunken hug last summer when she realized he wasn't a "Tommy" anymore, he was more a "Tom," that he was becoming a young man. She shut her eyes as she remembered the shameful episode. She was sure he hadn't done it on purpose, he was swaying all over the place before and after the hug, but she was certain he had a very stiff erection and from the feel of it, quite a healthy one. He had also told her how hot and beautiful she was during that hug, adding how pissed he got when the guys also noticed and told him.
It was nice to hear her son thought she was attractive, but it wasn't his words that thrilled her the most, it was that hard erection against her abdomen, actually it had stroked from side to side just above her pubic mound, he had been so unsteady on his feet. She had clenched her pussy when he pressed that hard ridge against her, and her shame was that she actually felt a very tiny tingle from it, probably his words too, now that she thought about it. Then he had started falling asleep while standing, his weight leaning on her, and she had realized she'd fall if he didn't wake up.
She had shouted to wake him. Luckily he did and she steered him towards the stairs, up the steps and finally into his room to his bed. He had fallen face forward onto it and was asleep before she got his legs onto the mattress, then as she was untying his shoe laces, he had murmured something, rolled onto his back and gave his crotch a few slow strokes, then pulled his hand away and started breathing deeply and noisily.
She had frozen during that, she could see the bulge illuminated by the hallway light spilling into the room. Her biggest shame of that night was that for a few seconds she had considered opening his jeans, then pulling his underpants down to look at his penis.
It had only been a brief temptation and she was sure she would only have looked at it, she certainly wouldn't have touched it, but she definitely had been curious because it had felt so hard and sort of thick against her. Actually, maybe it had been more than a few brief seconds. She now remembered she had debated with herself whether she should take his jeans off so he could sleep more comfortably, and that probably his boxers would slide down too getting them off. When she noticed she had been clenching and unclenching her pussy during that mental debate, maybe even since the hug in the living room, and although she wasn't quite sure now, she might have been just a tiny bit wet; she finally had snapped out of her reverie, quickly yanked off his other running shoe without unlacing it, and then hurriedly left his bedroom.
Her eyes stared in the dim light at the ceiling. She was chewing her lower lip. Yes... yes, she might have wanted to look at it, but never in a million years would she have touched it. She wouldn't have touched it. Her brow pinched. She tried to remember the last time Phil had an erection that sturdy, and then tried to recall the last time she actually had a desire to touch it, feel it, play with it.
At first she had no answer for either question, then she did: ages ago. She knew if Phil would show interest and actually played with her goodies, she certainly would want to reciprocate and do the same with his. She was 42 but she looked good! She really did! All her friends said so and she knew they were telling her the truth because a couple of them couldn't hide the hate in their eyes when they gave her the compliment! Okay, she wasn't a Playboy centerfold for the Over 40 Special Issue or anything, but she was still attractive! She didn't look like a grandmother yet! Tommy said she was hot! He said he had punched out one guy who had called her a MILF! Why didn't Phil get turned on by her?! She had even tried to be sexy and flirty with him! The best she got from him was 'rollover sex.' A minute of foreplay, then dunk-dunk-dunk... maybe a dozen or so of those with his barely hard enough erection, a grunt, then the roll-off. Half the time she didn't even get a Goodnight, honey from him afterwards!
Mara cringed with shame. She was having her self-centered, self-absorbed, circular, silent conversation with herself again, when she should be worried sick about Tommy. She was worried sick about him, that's why she was still awake! Her stomach knotted tighter. Oh god, what if he got drunk and decided to leave the party driving, or... or just walk away and for some reason he chose a path down the center of the street, all drunk and stupid and then a car hit him! Oh god!
She looked at the clock. 1:47AM. A vision of Tommy's body mangled on the pavement flashed in her mind. She bolted upright, turned on the bedside table lamp and grabbed her cell phone. She had all Tommy's friends' numbers in it. She'd call him first, then if no answer, start calling his friends. She thumbed in her son's speed dial number. A few seconds later she vaguely heard heavy metal music down the hall. It was Tommy's ring tone. She swung her legs over the bed. "That idiot!" He left his phone in his bedroom! She hit the end button then opened up the phone book option. She started scrolling down to find Billy's number. She noted a subtle wave of light from car headlamps enter the second floor bedroom, then heard a car engine and loud voices.
She jumped up still holding her phone and hurried downstairs. She was only wearing her T nightshirt. The hem was just below mid thigh and as she neared the foyer she realized she hadn't put on her bathrobe. She also wasn't wearing panties. She never did when she went to bed. The T was long enough, longer than a couple short skirts she bought recently on a whim.
She could hear drunken male voices coming towards the front door. She closed her phone and saw it was almost 2:00AM. She had "ordered" Tommy to be home by one o'clock. She prayed Tommy wasn't hurt, and if he wasn't, she was going to KILL HIM!
She put her cell on the parson's table in the foyer as she rushed to the door. She looked out the side lite and not only heard but saw her son, his arms over his friends' shoulders. Billy was on one side of him and it looked like Jimmy on the other side. They were all swerving up the walk. Tommy's head was bowed and bobbing, and he was walking the most erratically, sometimes dragging his feet. His friends were half lifting him up as he stumbled along. Billy and Jimmy were laughing and talking loudly, all of them swaying and slurring words like drunks, which they obviously were. As they neared the door, both boys shouted at each other to be really quiet. Mara exhaled sharply, then unlocked and yanked the wide entry door open.
Her voice, just above a whisper, was harsh and emphatic, "You idiots! Keep your voices down! Is Tommy hurt?"
Bill looked at her first. His voice loud, "Oh! Hi, Mrs. D! No... no, li'l Tommy's snot hurt, he's jus' really, really-really dur-runk!"
"You idiots! Get in here!"
Jim was grinning from ear to ear. "Gawhhd, Mrs. D, you look so fu... I mean... I mean, you look so fu... I mean, you uh... look so freakin' hot in that T shit!"
Bill burst with more laughter. "He was gonna say fuckin'! And then he said, T shit not shirt!"
The advance of the boys had stopped. They were all swaying, Bill and Jim couldn't stop laughing.
Tom raised his head with a huge drunken smile on his mouth. "Wha'? Wha' was sho funny?!" He started laughing.
Mara stepped outside, her voice continued the harsh whispering, "Get him inside, you dopes. Come on, get him inside."
They started moving but the boys were still laughing. Bill spoke, "We don't do any dope, Mrs. D... much!"
She was walking at Billy's side. She swatted his shoulder. "You better not, you idiot."
Jim laughed. "Yeah, we don't do dope, Mrs. D, we do idiot!"
More drunken laughter.
Mara mumbled, "No, kidding." She herded the boys into the house and closed the door. "Put Tommy on the couch. Is he feeling sick? Did he get sick?" She saw her son's head was flopping forward again and his feet were again stumbling. The other boys really were nearly carrying him. She frowned and shook her head slightly.
"Sick? No, he's snot sick." Bill laughed. "No fever at all."
Jim grinned. "Unless you count puking."
Mara exhaled sharply. "Bring him back, get him into the powder ro... the bathroom here in the foyer."
"Wha'? We were jus' there, Mrs. D!"
"Bring him back here... please." She entered the powder room and raised the toilet lid and seat, then stepped back into the foyer. The weaving boys brought her son. "Stop." She held Tommy's face and raised it. "Tommy?" His eyes opened.
"Oh... hiya, Mom... wha're ya doin' here at da party? Huh?"
"Do you feel sick?"
"Huh? Wha'? I'm not... ahhh... uhhhhh..." Tom started repeatedly swallowing.
"Quick! Get him in the bathroom! Don't drop him! Get him to the toilet!"
She watched his two laughing friends bump through the powder room doorway, but they got her son to the bowl. Tommy leaned forward, grunted then vomited, not much was expelled. The other boys laughed. Mara pushed next to Jimmy and flushed the toilet. "Tommy? How sick are you feeling?"
"I dunno... but 'm not gonna puke ag..." His back began to arch again. "...ahhh... burrrrrrhhharrkkk!" A stream of projectile vomit splashed into the toilet.
Again Bill and Jim burst with laughter.
Mara's jaw clenched as she flushed again. "Tommy, kneel down. Hold onto the toilet bowl and keep your face over it. Billy, Jimmy, help him down and hold his head over it."
Bill laughed. "Yeah, drive the porcelain bus, dude!"
"Hold him there, watch him so he doesn't pass out or something. I'll call your parents, tell them you're staying here. I should tell them how dru..."
Bill interrupted, "What?! Don't call my parents!"
It took Jim a couple moments to realized what Mrs. D just said, "Don't call my parents neither!"
"Well, if you don't want to stay here, then someone has to come and pick you up."
"We got a car, no one needs ta pick us up!"
Mara nearly shouted, "I'm not letting you drive a car! You're both drunk!"
Bill's brow pinched. "I'm not drivin'. Julie's drivin' da car. I'm too dur-runk to drive. She's not dur-runk. Sheesh the denigrated driver."
Mara's brow pinched. "You mean the designated driver?"
"Yeah, tha's what I said."
"Julie who? Julie, your girlfriend, Julie?
Bill grinned. "Yeah, Julie, wha' other Julie is there?"
"Your mother's name is Julie."
His brow pinched again. "Huh?" Then he grinned. "Oh yeah, Mom's a Julie, but I don't call her Julie." He looked at Jim and laughed. "She thought my mom was drivin'!"
Jim laughed. "I always said you had a epideral complexshitty!"
Mara sighed. "Billy, go out and get Julie. I want to see for myself that she's not drunk." She looked at Jimmy. "Can you hold Tommy by yourself?"
Jim gazed at the hot mom and smiled. "I think I might need help, Mrs. D. We could hole him together." Bill was moving behind him, then slid passed Tom's mom. He noticed how his hands had given her shoulders a little squeeze. Jim felt his cock coming to life as she stood in the doorway watching Bill go outside. He'd enjoy her standing next to him. She was definitely not wearing no bra. Very nice tits. He could see her nipples pokin' up a little.
Bill opened the front door and took one step outside. He cupped his hands around his mouth, then shouted, "HEY JULIE! COME INSIDE! MRS. D WANTS TA SEE IF YOU'RE DUR-RUNK!" Smat! His head dipped forward from the swat. He turned to look behind. Mrs. D was there glaring at him.
Mara again whispered harshly, "I meant for you to walk to the car and ask her to come inside, not shout and wake up the entire neighborhood! Now, go to the car and walk her inside." She turned abruptly and went back to the powder room. Jimmy had let Tommy go. Her son was slumped with his back against the wall.
Jim grinned. "He said he weren't sick no more."
Mara was suddenly very tired.
"Hi, Mrs. Dolton."
Mara turned around. "Julie, you're not drunk too, are you?"
"No. Really, I'm not. And that's because I'm not stupid like these guys." Julie's jaw clenched.
Bill was grinning as he put his arm around his girlfriend's shoulders. "I really love Julie, didja know that, Mrs. D? I really-really love her."
Mara looked at the pretty, dark haired girl and saw her roll her eyes and shake her head but Mara could see she liked what Billy had said. "I want the boys to help me get Tommy up to his room, and... will you be okay driving them home? You really haven't been drinking? You don't seem like it, but seriously... Julie, if you have, tell me. I'll... I'll drive everyone home if you have, and..." She once more exhaled sharply and her voice lowered, "I won't tell anyone's parents."
Bill spoke, "She didn't have nothin' ta drink, Mrs. D. I kept sayin' to, but... she wouldn't."
"I had one beer at nine o'clock, then diet Cokes after that, Mrs. Dolton. Really."
"Well, at least one in the group is mature, and it's always the girl." Mara and Julie exchanged a sympathetic look.
"I can get them home, Mrs. Dolton."
Bill leaned forward to look directly at his girlfriend's face. "Don't call 'er, Mrs. Dolton, call 'er, Mrs. D."
Mara smiled. "Considering what we're both going through right now, I think from now on, Julie, you should call me Mara." Both females giggled.
Tom stirred. "Waz everybody in here for?" He made it up to his feet. He sighed. "I'm tired." His tongue moved around his mouth. "I gotta bruss my teeff." He moved to the sink bent down to the faucet and started rinsing his mouth.
Mara repeated what had become her favorite gesture of the night, she exhaled sharply. "Use a Dixie cup, Tommy."
"Nahh. Don' need it." He kept slurping, swishing, and spitting water.
"Can you make it up to your room, to the bathroom to brush and gargle?"
He slurped more water. "Yeah... sure, no prob."
Jim who had been standing in the powder room gawking at Mrs. D's tits, legs and ass, laughed. "I guess ya don' need me in here anymore."
Mara moved out of the doorway. "Thank you, Jimmy." She turned to Julie. "Are you sure you can take care of both of these idiots?"
Julie grinned. "Yeah, Mrs... um... Mara."
She looked at the boys and shook her head. "I should tell your parents."
"Awww... c'mon, Mrs. D, we got Tom back here for ya. All safe and sounds."
Jim added, "And we're not really drunk, neither."
Both Julie and Mara exhaled sharply, then each hearing the other, looked at one another and now it was they who laughed.
Julie shook her head at the boys. "Come on, you guys. I'll take you home."
"Be..." Mara was nudged out of the way by her son as he weaved towards the stairs.
Tommy didn't face his friends as he raised his hand in a wave. "See ya guys!"
Mara watched her son. He seemed to be steady enough on his feet. She turned to the other young people as they started towards the door. "Julie, drive safely, please."
"I will."
"Night, Mrs. D!"
"Yeah, g'night, Mrs. D!"
"Bye, Mara."
"Goodnight, Julie. And thank you for getting my son home safely."
Mara closed the door behind them, then watched from the side lite window to make sure Julie was driving. Mara smiled when Billy's hand dropped down from Julie's shoulder and grabbed her butt. The girl jerked away and punched his shoulder hard. Billy instantly looked contrite, even opened the driver's door for her then he hurried around to get in the passenger's side. Jimmy was already in the back. Mara thought he lay down on the seat, but wasn't sure. The car started up, the headlamps came on and Julie slowly backed up and then slowly drove down the street.
Mara headed upstairs to check on Tommy. She heard him gargling and then saw him cross the hall to his bedroom. She went to his room, surprised he had only taken his shirt off, and had flopped face down on the bed. She heard his breathing and knew he was already asleep. She thought of that night last summer and it made her stomach tense. No temptations tonight. His legs were on the bed and he had taken his sneakers off. She went to the hall linen closet and got a crocheted afghan, returned to his room and draped it over him. Leaving him in his jeans would serve him right.
She watched him for a minute. He was a handsome boy and would be a handsome man. She guessed most mothers would probably say that about their sons, but objectively, he was cute and had a trim, toned body. No, he wasn't going to be some fashion magazine model, but he was a good looking young man, muscular, proportional structure, attractive features on a usually intelligent face, she was sure his wonderful blue eyes would melt many girls' hearts, he was smart, fun, and usually a caring, friendly person. He was more attuned to other people's emotions and generally much more perceptive than their daughter. He noticed things, could read people much better than Denise. She thought his emotional depth was greater than their daughter's too.
A month or so after Christmas, he had gotten up early one Saturday and then hung around the kitchen while she was cleaning. He finally asked her how things were going. She said fine, but she could tell there was more to his question, and that her answer hadn't satisfied him.
She had asked him, "What do you mean exactly, Tommy?"
He had gotten visibly nervous, then had said, "Are you and Dad like... you know, okay? Everything okay with you guys?"
She had considered laughing it off, but Tommy had seemed so serious. "Tommy, everything is fine with me and Dad. We love each other. We have a good marriage. Why... why do you ask?"
"I was ahh... just wondering, because... ahhh... nevermind, Mom. Ahh... sorry."
He had turned and started to leave but she had stopped him with her voice, "Say what you wanted to say, Tommy. What were you going to say or ask? I want you to always be open with me." She had wondered if he thought a divorce was looming or something, and why he would think that.
He had looked at her. "Yeah, figured you loved each other, but are you guys like still... you know, in love then?"
She remembered how her throat constricted and her eyes had welled at the inflection on those two words. She hadn't expected him to even know the difference, she thought he was too young. "Your dad and I, we... we love each other... very much." She saw his face droop a tiny bit. He opened his mouth to say something, then hesitated.
He had stared at her for a few very long moments before he spoke. She was sure he had caught what she had meant, and then probably didn't know what to say. "Ahh... okay. Stupid question, I guess. Uh... I... I'm gonna head over to Bill's."
"Okay."
She had almost cried after that little conversation. Why couldn't Phil be like their son? Had he ever really been like Tommy?
Mara took a deep breath, sighed, then made her way to the master bedroom. She got into bed and glanced at the clock again. 2:47AM. She pulled the top sheet up and hoped the afghan wouldn't make Tommy too warm. She assumed even drunk, he'd push it off in his sleep if it was uncomfortable.
She was too tired to rid her mind of the memory of that hug she had with Tommy drunk last summer, or how that bulge in his crotch had looked after he stroked it when he was lying on his bed, nor could she stop her hand from moving between her legs and her fingertip tracing her naked slit. It didn't matter because a minute later she was sound asleep.
Mara awoke. One of the kids was crying. She whipped the sheet off herself and jumped up. It had to be Tommy, but it sounded older, like a guy... She stopped after two steps. She rubbed her face with both hands. For a moment she had been confused, thinking it was ten years in the past. There was crying though. She hadn't imagined that. She looked at the clock. 3:29AM. Her feet started moving.
Tommy was crying. She stopped in the hall, holding herself back from running into his room. She hated these moments when she wasn't sure what the best thing to do would be. Would Tommy be super embarrassed if she saw him crying? Or, if she left him alone would he have some sort of tiny emotional scar later in life when he realized his mother hadn't come to him when he was upset?
She flipped the switch for the hallway light, then hurried to his open doorway. Tommy was on the floor, his back against the side of the bed, his legs folded up, his arms across his knees, his forehead resting on them. He was crying, nearly sobbing. His jeans were down, one leg bare, the other had the pant leg turned inside out, most of it to the side on the floor, the lower part bunched tight around his ankle.
Mara entered the room. "Tommy? What happened? Are you okay?" She knelt beside him, then sat back on her heels. Her right arm went around his shoulders. She kissed his head, then rubbed her cheek against his hair. "Honey, what's wrong?" Her other arm moved under his. Her hand stroked his chest. She noted his pectoral muscles but her touch was a mother comforting her child. She knew he was upset about Marcia. Her eyes welled. She recalled her high school junior year when Mike had broken up with her. She thought she had loved him and that she'd never find love ever again. She had been devastated. She knew exactly what Tommy was feeling.
His voice was strained and raspy, "I love her... Mom. She was at the party an' wouldn't even talk to me. I loved her so damn much, an'... an'..." He cried hard for a minute.
"Sweetheart..." Mara's heart was breaking for her son. More tears came to her eyes. She wished there was some way she could calm him down, make the hurt go away. She wasn't exactly sure what to say. There were no words, no logical answers for this. It was about emotions, and there was no logic in emotions, especially love. "It's good to love, Tommy, but... sometimes it doesn't work out." She frowned and shook her head. Tears ran down her face. "You're going to find love again. You may not believe that right now, but it's true. You are going t..."
Tommy interrupted, "It's my fault... my fault."
"Tommy, it's not your fault. Love... emotions are..."
He interrupted again, "No... no. I pushed her... I pushed her too much."
Mara's brow pinched. Had Tommy asked Marcia to marry him? She couldn't believe he had, but... yes, of course that was possible, even though Phil said they had talked about that, and Tommy had said he wasn't going to ask any girl to marry him, that he had college to finish first. Her tears slowed. She bit her lip for a moment. "How did you push her, honey?"
"It... it doesn't matter. Ahhh... Mom... I loved her... I really did." He cleared his throat. "I can't shleep. I... I-I think about her all the time. I jus' can't shleep at night."
Mara had noticed he was staying up really late, and a couple times in the middle of the night she had gone into the hallway and had seen light at the bottom of his bedroom door. She thought he had fallen asleep with a lamp on, had been tempted to go down to his room and turn it off, but had feared he might be masturbating or something and didn't want to embarrass him by tapping on the door or walking in.
"You should... um... just try to think about other things, pleasant things, happy memories when you were a little boy, and... and relax. It'll be easier to fall asleep."
"Mom, I... I-I think about having sex with her all the time. We did it a lot, and... I-I jus' can't relax now... I can't even... beat off without her... I... get close then... then..." He cried for a few seconds. "I miss her... I miss her so much, Mom. My balls hurt all da time." He sniffled, then cried softly for a few more seconds. "I miss her... I screwed it up. I shouldn't a' pushed her. I... c-can't sleep. All I wanna do is sleep."
Mara didn't know her eyes were wide. She was still thinking about... We did it a lot. She knew they were probably having sex, but... We did it A LOT? She was drawn out of her thoughts when she felt Tommy's warm hand cover hers on his chest.
Tom sniffled. "Mom... I need help. I need help... please."
Her eyes got even larger and she stopped breathing for a moment when she felt his hand slowly pushing hers down his chest. "Tommy... what... what are you doing?"
"Mom... please... please. I need help."
Mara's pussy clenched and her thighs squeezed together. She desperately wanted to help her son. How could she not? She loved him beyond words, but this? Yes, she did want to release his frustration, wanted to enable him to sleep, but this? Her voice was soft, but firm, "Tommy? Tommy? No... no, Tommy." Her arm muscles flexed. "Tommy... stop... Tommy?"
"Mom... please... I need you to help me... please."
She felt her palm sliding down over his hard abdomen. Her mind was reeling. Everything was getting so mixed up inside her. She was half crying with him and half for him. She knew how much she loved him, it was her son asking her for help so how could she refuse, but this had to be wrong, wasn't it? "Tommy... no... don't." She ordered herself to pull her hand away. Pull it away! PULL IT AWAY! "Tommy... don't... don't do th..." She heard how breathy her words were. She should be screaming at him. Mara! Pull your hand away! "Tomm..." Again she stopped breathing. Her palm was on his naked hard penis. He had pushed it under his boxers! "T-Tommy d-don't..."
"Please, Mom... jus'... jus' a li'l. Please. It's so achy." His hand made hers curve around his throbbing rod. He started stroking it up and down. "Please... please... I-I can't sleep. Please, Mom."
Mara still wasn't breathing. Her eyes couldn't have been open wider than they were, and tears were still running down her cheeks. Her heart was racing. Her pussy couldn't have been clenched any tighter. Tommy's cock felt like it was on fire, and... and it was so hard, and so thick. His other arm moved, pushing between the bed and her side. It wrapped around her lower back. She exhaled and took a few hurried breaths.
For the most part, Tom had stopped crying. "Please, Mom... please." He pushed up higher against the side of the bed. He pulled his mother closer and felt her breast and taut nipple against his upper peck near his armpit.
Her fingers and thumb as if on their own accord, moved, wrapping around his erect manhood. She blinked and her jaw dropped slightly. For a moment her thumb tip searched for her other fingertips. She couldn't touch any. Her voice was a breathy whisper, "No... Tommy... I-I can't."
As the soft words fell from her lips, his hand kept hers moving, stroking down, then slowly up, her palm covered the bulbous head, swirled around it. It was wet with slippery, clear semen. Her breathing suddenly turned shallow. His hand was lighter on her own. She screamed in her mind to pull away, to get up, to tell him to get to bed. She slid her hand down, smearing the thick staff with the clear fluid. "Tommy, I can't... I can't do... this."
Tom's breathing had gotten ragged. "Yeah... yeah, like that, Mom. Please... please, Mom."
"Tommy... I-I can't do it for... you." She shut her eyes as her hand slowly stroked down then up again, and once more her palm swirled around the big head. The upstroke had squeezed out another puddle of clear pre-cum. Her hand gripped slightly tighter and slid down the incredibly thick erection.
"Ahhhh... Mommmm," Tom groaned.
Her eyes opened. Once again Mara stopped breathing when she realized Tommy's hand wasn't on top of hers. "I... I can't do th..."
Tom interrupted, "Don't stop... please... please, Mom. I-I can't sleep... I ca... urrrrhhhh." Tommy's feet slid forward on the carpeting, stretching his legs out at a slight angle as his hand pushed the waistband of his boxes down and held it on his thigh.
Once more Mara's eyes went wide. The light spilling in from the hallway illuminated Tommy's cock. It looked so hard and it really was incredibly thick. Her hand was stroking up and she saw the clear semen ooze out from the large urethra hole. It drooled down the side of the big helmet. She didn't know her tongue traveled around her lips. She whispered, "Tommy... I... I can't do this." She stroked over the head again, once more coating her palm in slippery pre-cum. Her hand slid down, then on the upstroke it twisted side to side too as it rose up his length.
Tom groaned again, "Oh... wow... yeahhhhh... yeah, like that."
She licked her lips again. Tommy was as long as Phil, but he was definitely thicker, and she couldn't recall the last time Phil had been this hard. It felt like a thick bone covered with hot flesh. She gazed at his testicles. They were larger than Phil's, not something abnormal, but large. She couldn't recall what her high school boyfriend or those guys in college had looked like. Had she ever really looked? Yes, of course she had, but she couldn't remember any details. She could barely remember Phil's details. She knew she had never seen a cock like this... ever. It looked... so manly, so muscular, and so... inviting. She had never had any qualms about doing oral except maybe for swallowing, but this cock... Tommy's cock, was the very first one she ever truly desired to feel in her mouth. It was so masculine, so... beautiful.
"Li'l faster... Mom... please." Tom's breathing had turned into ragged gasping.
She exhaled. "Okay... Tommy... I want you to-to... to sleep." Again her eyes popped wide. Tommy's hand on her hip moved. It pushed between her ankle and ass. He gripped a cheek of her bottom. Her pussy tightened even more. "T-Tommy..." She gasped a couple breaths herself.
"Ahhh... Mommm... yeah... yeahhhh."
"Tommy... Tommy..." She didn't know what to say. Her hand moved faster up-down, up-down, twisting as it slid on his thick, torrid cock. She saw more and more seminal fluid oozing out the tip, now some was whitish. The faster she stroked the harder his hand gripped her bun, and the more she clenched her pussy. He was pulling her closer. His head dipped, and his face turned into her breast. She felt his hot, moist breath coming through the cotton fabric of her T. His lips were right on her taut nipple. He was starting to suck her nipple and part of her breast through her shirt. It sent a shiver down her spine. "T-Tommy..." Again she didn't know what to say. She slowed the pace of her stroking hand. "Cum... cum, Tommy. Cum now." She slid her fist slowly a few times, holding a little tighter, then started stroking a little faster, squeezing her twisting moving hand a bit more on the thick, hard muscle. God, it was an incredible cock, so hard, so thick, the head was so tantalizing. Her hand moved faster.
"You... are... so hot... Mom... I've wanted to... to... oh... arrrhhh... ARRRH!"
Again Mara's eyes went wide. The first surge of Tommy's cock spit a large dollop almost to her son's neck, the second surge sent a larger amount into the air, part of which hit her shoulder. More spurts followed. She saw that his large balls had drawn up close to the base of his hardened penis, every muscle of his body was tensed, flexed, his six pack was very evident, as more and more thick white sperm spattered his naked chest, his taut body twitched with each surge.
His fingertips dug into her bun. It made her clench both her anus and pussy even tighter. Another spurt of thick white goo flew from the tip and onto the bed. She whispered, "Oh my god." Then she tensed again when she felt his fingertips slide into the valley between her buns. They were only a inch or so from her clenching anus. He gripped again. She tensed and exhaled a whimper, "Oh-h-h." For a moment she thought she might orgasm. Through all if it, she kept slowly stroking and squeezing his pulsing cock as if she was milking him.
Tom exhaled a long moan, "Arrrrrhhhhhhh." He felt the last ripple of his throbbing dick. A few seconds later his body went limp. "Oh mannnn... Mom... oh god... I love you... I love you, Mom... I love you so much." He pushed his face into her neck. He licked her skin, kissed it, kissed it again, then just kept his face there, gasping breaths.
Mara stared at his cock. Her hand was still caressing it. Phil would deflate almost immediately. Tommy was only just now beginning to slowly soften. She ran her thumb over the head smearing white goo around it. She actually smiled when Tommy groaned and his body trembled. Her smile vanished. What had she just done?! Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!
Mara yanked her sticky hand away. She felt Tommy nuzzling her neck. His hand on her butt loosened its grip. She knew he was dozing off. WHAT HAVE I DONE?! OH MY GOD! She told herself to calm down. She saw his T shirt on the floor. She kept her right arm around his shoulders and reached for the shirt with her left. She folded it with one hand almost into a square, and started wiping up the copious amount of slippery goo off her son's chest, neck, and shoulders, then hesitantly around his hairy crotch, and finally on and around his now diminished manhood. She put the cum soaked T on the floor. She pulled his boxers up almost to his waist.
She nudged him with her neck and shoulder. "Tommy? Tommy, get into bed."
"Huh?"
"C'mon, get up. Get into bed."
"Ahhh... 'kay."
Mara stood up and grabbed his upper arm with both her hands. She pulled. He slowly rose, then sat on the edge of the bed. He got his jeans off from his right foot, then crawled onto the mattress and plopped down on his stomach.
"I love you... so much... Mom... Night... Mom."
"Goodnight, Tommy. Go to sleep."
She stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes traveling down his muscular body. Her stomach was still knotted, but she also felt how wet her pussy was. She picked up the dirty T and left the room. She enter the hall bathroom and opened the hamper. She looked at the wet portion of the cotton shirt, some thicker spots of semen on it. She bit her lower lip for a moment, then brought the T to her nose. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Her son smelled like... like raw masculine. She looked at the shirt again and had an urge to smear it around her face, which just made her feel even more perverted. She quickly threw it into the hamper and closed the lid. She stepped to the sink and looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed. She noticed the gob of cum on her shoulder. Her pussy clenched yet again.
She used her index finger to wipe up the white goo. As with the shirt, she brought it to her face and looked at it. It was quite viscous, maybe because it was starting to dry, or maybe it was clumped sperm. Without thinking her tongue poked out and just before it touched her fingertip, she yanked her hand away. What is wrong with me?! That's Tommy's cum! She had only swallowed cum a few times in her life, and none of those were with Phil.
She quickly turned on the faucet and washed her hands with a lot of soap, taking a moment to use her wet fingers to wipe the rest of the cum dollop from her shirt. Her mind was still reeling, her body tense, her stomach in a knot. She'd have time for self-recriminations later, probably the rest of her life, but right now she had to figure out how to handle this tomorrow. She just couldn't think straight, and she knew the main reason why. Her pussy was tingly and felt inflamed. She tried her best to ignore those physical sensations. She just couldn't though, nor could she get the image of Tommy's thick, hard erection out of her mind. She shut her eyes tightly. There was a moment there, when she had actually thought about taking him into her mouth. She had been mesmerized by his cock. She shook her head and whispered emphatically, "No... no... no."
Her eyes opened. She toweled her hands dry, then looked in the vanity mirror. Her eyes looked crazed and scared. Her face was still flushed. She finally noticed she was trembling slightly. Once again, those crazed eyes grew wide. She spread her legs and her fingers drew upward on the inside of her thigh. She whispered, "Oh my god." She felt a drool line of pussy dew. She wiped it off with her fingers, then rinsed her hands again. She whispered, "What is wrong with me?"
She left the bathroom, turned off the hall light and went into the master bedroom. She locked the door and moved to the bed. No light was necessary. She hadn't drawn the drapes in order to get a breeze into the room, so light was coming in from the street lamp. Now there was no breeze because she had shut the bedroom door. She lay on the bed, then pulled over one of the three other pillows. She hugged it. She knew her skin had a sheen of perspiration. She closed her eyes, and told herself to just stop thinking, and not to imagine anything, then ordered herself to imagine a black void and to fall asleep. She told herself to relax.
Ten seconds passed before she realized the pillow on her chest was making her nipples, what? Ache? Ache to be touched? She noticed her pussy seemingly with a mind of its own was clenching and relaxing over and over again. She almost screamed at herself to get real! She did have control over her body! She could control her thoughts too!
Yes, Tommy's cock had been the most masculine one she had ever seen, and the most beautiful. Could a cock be beautiful? Yes, yes it could be, it had a masculine beauty, the form, the texture, the colors. All of it. It had been so alluring, almost like some powerful, erotic magnet. She had been awed by it.
It had also been a surprise. Even with that bizarre episode last summer getting him into bed, she would never have expected what she had seen and touched tonight. It was probably average length. She was sure if it had been even an inch longer, it would have looked freaky to her, like some weird, big penis on some porn vid that Phil would beg her to watch. She blinked. How many years had it been since he had asked her to do that? Ten? She shook her head and gazed at the ceiling. Phil was the last thing she wanted to think about at the moment.
She pushed the pillow off her chest. It was making her sweat more, and making her nipples crave attention more. She shook her head again. When was the last time she thought in those terms, that her nipples craved attention? College? Her first few years of marriage maybe?
College. Randy. She used to laugh at her own dumb and so obvious nickname for him-- randy Randy. Maybe the way she had been with him was her true self? And who she had been the last twenty-some years was a facade? An invented character? She shut her eyes tightly. No... NO. I'm not that kind of girl!
More images of what just happened flashed through her mind. She had to stop thinking about it, at least in the way she was at the moment. How am I going to handle it tomorrow? What will I say to him? Will we ever have a good mother-son relationship after tonight? Will he stop loving me? She blinked and asked herself a question that made her feel guilty to her core. Why aren't I crying right now? I should be sobbing with worry, with fear, with concern. What is wrong with me?!
She knew what was wrong. She was excited, she was wet. It had been a long time since she had felt this kind of excitement, that type that needed gratification. The last five... no, much longer than that, probably the last ten years of her marriage, she could be horny but if Phil wasn't in the mood, or if the kids got in the way of them making love, she might feel extremely frustrated, but not like this, not this burning need, this burning craving. This was like what it was with Randy.
Stop thinking about that bastard!
She pushed thoughts of randy Randy away, but then her mind was filled again with images of what had happened in Tommy's room. It had been heartbreaking at the outset, she had even cried, hadn't she? At first she had only been thinking of making her son feel better, of listening to his drunken confession of love and the grief he was feeling over the breakup, and how he couldn't even sleep at night. She wanted to fix it all for him, revitalize his confidence, give him hope for love in the future with some wonderful girl, and yes to help him sleep. Her heart truly had gone out to him. That's why she hadn't yanked her hand away when he guided it down his chest. She couldn't recall all her thoughts at that moment, but she was sure she let her hand be moved because she was filled with a mother's love, not some crazed, perverted desire.
But... at some point on his hard abdomen things started to change inside her, change how or into what she wasn't sure. Curiosity again? Looking back now it seemed that trip from his pectorals down to his beautiful cock had taken an hour, when in reality it had only been a quarter second. Quarter second? No-no... it had to take longer than that. A fraction of a second would have meant Tommy shoved her hand down to his manhood, and that's not how it was at all.
She could recall her shock fairly accurately. She hadn't expected Tommy to slide her hand beneath his underpants, then the bigger shock when... well, when it was bigger than she had imagined. She kept saying 'no,' hadn't she? She closed her eyes and shook her head. She was glad her son was drunk for a couple reasons. If he had been sober, she might very well have inadvertently and stupidly taught him tonight that 'No' sometimes didn't mean 'No.' Ohmygod... I'm a terrible mother!
She kept her eyes closed and tried to reorganize her thoughts, but again all she could do was see Tommy's beautiful cock and her slender hand on it, remember how muscular, sturdy, and rigid it had felt, how that big helmet had looked so alluring, how there was an odd vein on the top side of the staff that did a little sort of curlicue near the midpoint, like a tube under the skin making a loop that traveled under itself then continued up towards the head but disappeared into his thickness again before it reached the firm yet spongy, smooth, alluring helmet.
He had a lot of thick pubic hair around the base, and his testicles were impressive. She remembered the sight of them clenching, moving up towards his body, towards the base of his wondrously thick cock just before it erupted. Did all guys' testes do that as they reached orgasm? And god... the quantity of seed that shot out, like in some of those porn videos Phil made her watch years ago. She had thought that was faked, some little squeeze bottle of white goo hidden next to the actor's penis, but... gawd... Tommy just gushed loads of it. She remembered how his thick rod had expanded with each of those surges. She knew that it would, but it seemed now that if she had tried to squeeze him harder to stop it from expanding, she'd not have been able to. Of course that was crazy, no penis is that muscular or strong, but it really felt like it would have.
She felt her nipples throbbing, or imagined they were. Her left hand slid onto her breasts. She remembered how Tommy had sort of sucked her nipple through her T shirt, how his lips had clamped... somewhat. Her hand closed around her nipple and some of her pliant flesh, gripping slightly. A soft moan escaped her throat, "Mmmm." A moment later her right hand slid over her hip, pulled her T up and two fingers coursed up and down between her now puffy labia. They were already open. Her fingertips could feel how slick she was. "Mmmm."
His cock was so masculine, thick, rigid, beautiful, and so incredibly alluring. Her fingertips gently circled her clit. When exactly was it she had the brief thought of taking it into her mouth? Was she actually salivating at that point? She sort of remembered licking her lips, or had she? Her fingertips moved a little faster, her clit now taut, poking way out from its covering. Was she just curious about what it would feel like in her mouth? Was she wondering if her jaw would ache just getting it into her mouth? Or... oh my god... was it all just a sexual desire, to take his cock into her mouth both for her own pleasure and to please Tommy? Had she wanted to suck it, to swallow all that hot goo when it had exploded? Had she ever felt like that since Randy?
Stop thinking about that bastard Randy!
All that hot goo. My god there was so much. She had wanted to smear her bare hand around his chest just to feel it, to squish it between her fingers, to rub it on her pu... NO! I didn't think that last thing, maybe not smearing it either! I'm not remembering this right! Her teeth clamped her lower lip. Her fingertip kept working her bud, and her other hand continued to course around her breasts, squeezing around her nipples. She knew if she had a few more seconds to think about it though, she probably would have wanted to stroke her hand on his toned chest and abs to feel all that slippery seed. And the fragrance of it, the scent of a man, of sex, of orgasm. That alone had made her pussy clench. Yes... just the scent of it.
Mara opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling. She discovered her breathing had quickened. The scent alone. She nearly jumped out of bed and hurried into the hall, then quietly went down to Tommy's room. She listened to him breathing deeply. He hadn't moved an inch. She turned and went into the bathroom, opened the hamper and grabbed the soiled T shirt, then hurried back to the master bedroom. She locked the door again, went to the bed, set the cum stained shirt on the sheet, then quickly pulled off her own night T. She lay down again.
Mara decided she needed relief just as her son had. She opened Tommy's T up and felt for the damp area. She brought it to her face and inhaled deeply. The scent of man, sex, desire, lust. She draped the T over her face. Her breathing had already quickened. Her left hand returned to her breasts, massaging, squeezing, and this time, her thumb and index finger gripped each of her nipples, clamping, then twisting and pulling gently, letting herself imagine it was Tommy's mouth and tongue doing it to her. It was just a fantasy, fantasies were okay, it wasn't reality, it wouldn't hurt anyone, and she just had to fantasize when she was in this kind of mood.
She thought about his cock without feeling any guilt. Fantasies were all right, everyone had fantasies, it was normal. She started using two rubbing fingers on her clit again. She rubbed harder. Mom, we made love a lot... A LOT. Mara's fingertips slid down and up her dewy slit, again... again. We fucked a lot, Mom... A LOT. Marcia loved it, she loved my COCK. Her fingers moved back to her shivering, tingling clit. They were a blur on her pink pearl. Mara bet that little bitch loved it, yes, she was sure that little bitch LOVED IT.
Mara usually used one finger when she wanted interior stimulation, but tonight, she used two, not working them in slowly as she usually did, she jammed then roughly into her channel as far as she could then twisted her hand nearly viciously.
"Ahhhh... urrrrrrrrhhhhh," she moaned as she started pumping her two digits speedily in and back, deep and shallow, deep-shallow, in-back... in-back... in-back... in-back... The cheeks of her ass clenched, as her bottom rose from the sheet. Without giving it a thought, she added a third finger crossing them together and kept plunging into her wet sex, stretching her tight channel as her other hand got rougher on her nipples and breasts, the entire time she was gasping quick breaths of air and the manly scent of her son's erotic essence.
"Oh... urrrh... nnnnhhh.... oh... gohhhhhd... ye... yes... oh... oh baby... make... m-make m-me... c-cummmm.... mmmmhh... mmmnn." Her knees had raised, to use her legs more to shove her burning, shivering, tingling pussy towards her rough and relentless invading fingers. If she were to open her eyes, she might have seen droplets of her dew fly off her digits on the back strokes. She was vaguely aware of how wet she was though, not only the squishy noises, but there was a line of drool coursing over her torrid, clenched anus.
Her body started trembling, then it increased to shaking, followed by periodic twitches, then jerks of her body. She knew it would be only a matter of seconds. "Oh... ohmygod... yes... oh god.... make-me-cum... make-me-cum... cum... cum Tommy... oh... oh... OH GOHHHHHD!"
Mara's body lurched into convulsions both inside and out. Her three grouped fingers were shoved deep in her channel, her hand shaking, sometimes it twisted on its own accord, her thumb rubbed her clit frantically. The hand at her breast, was gripping her flesh as if holding on for dear life. Incredible waves of erotic heat and delight coursed through her body. It just kept going on and on and on. Sometimes her mind was blank, sometimes she saw flashes of Tommy's cock, it spurting, her hand on it, it in her mouth, it jammed deep in her pussy, his bushy pubic nest pressed forcefully against her own trimmed muff.
Finally her twitching, jerking, and tremors began to lessen. She was gasping ragged breaths, still inhaling the scent of her son's seed. She slid her hand around her now slightly abused, sweaty breasts, and her fingers pulled out of her incredibly wet channel as her butt lowered to the sheet again. She became more aware of the wetness in the deep crevice between her buns. She felt how wet the sheet was right beneath ass. Her fingers gently coursed up and down her labia. She stretched her legs out. She was still gulping air but left the T shirt on her face for another minute, then her hand on her chest pulled it off, and the warm, humid air in the bedroom actually felt cool on her face.
She whispered, "Oh my god." She ordered herself not to feel guilty, not to feel ashamed that part of her masturbatory fantasy had been about Tommy, even if all of it had been about him. It was just abstract thoughts, nothing real. She thought about the incredible orgasm she just had. She had needed that, she had needed that a lot. Her hand moved off her slit and felt the sheet under her pussy and buns. She smiled, then grinned, then giggled softly albeit briefly. She had wet the bed with pussy dew! She had only done that a dozen times with Phil and that was way back when, and of course all those times with Ra...
Stop thinking about that bastard Randy!
He vanished from her thoughts. Her hand moved and got the cum stained shirt. She pressed it between her legs, raised her ass from the sheet, wiped the wetness from between her buns, then her palm lay the shirt over her still tingling pussy. Her hand covered it and undulated in a gentle massage.
She half smiled. It now had both their 'cums' on it. It was a cum T shirt! She wasn't sure why, but she thought that was humorous, even though she knew it wasn't. She grinned for a moment, then her smile waned. She rolled her eyes at the ceiling. What an insane, bizarre night it had been! She felt her stomach tensing again, and willed it to relax. She certainly wasn't going to figure out what to do, what to say, nor how to handle it all tonight. She'd of course have to talk to Tommy. She'd figure it out tomorrow.
True or not, she suddenly had no doubt that they'd get past this, that his love for her wouldn't change, that their relationship would go on as before, maybe even be a better and stronger bond. Maybe even without explaining it all, Tommy would see that what happened tonight was an aberration in their mother-son relationship, yes, an insane aberration, but nothing more than that. Maybe he was so drunk he'd not remember it?
She finally felt sleepy. She glanced down at his T between her legs. Just out of curiosity, she pulled it up to her face again and inhaled. She smelled mostly his scent, but there definitely was some of her dewy fragrance too, commingled on the cotton fabric. Commingled. Her pussy clenched for a moment and she felt another little tingle. She moved the shirt back between her legs, then took a deep breath and sighed. She was asleep a minute later.
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CHAPTER 2
Mara slowly awoke. There was a bird somewhere close to her open bedroom windows warbling a loud, melodic, repetitive song-- Deee-lahhhh-tuu-tu-u-teeeeeh... ... Deee-lahhhh-tuu-tu-u-teeeeeh... ...
With her eyes still closed, her mouth formed a small smile. There were some benefits about the AC not working. She probably wouldn't have heard the birdie's song with the windows closed and the air conditioning running. Her smile vanished and she opened her eyes. She turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling.
Last night. She glanced at the clock. 8:27AM. She couldn't have had more than 4 hours of sleep. She looked up again and did a thorough yet quick emotional, mental, and physical inventory.
She recalled feeling calm and confident before falling asleep a few hours ago. She thought about that. Yes, she still felt everything was going to be fine, maybe awkward to talk about, but Tommy would be fine and she would be too. Nothing would change their mother-son love and bond. She didn't acknowledge that what she really hoped was that he had been so drunk last night, he wouldn't remember anything, nor face the fact that she and Tommy would have to keep it secret. She had never lied to Phil about anything significant. She pushed those thoughts away too. Incredibly, she didn't even consider her actions the previous night might qualify as "cheating" on Phil. Maybe because the act couldn't have been much longer than five minutes if that, and it was with their son, not some other man.
Her mind was no longer reeling. No visions of Tommy's incredible manhood. She was thinking clearly. Good.
Surprisingly, with only four hours of sleep, she actually felt rested, refreshed, and energized. More than she had in months probably. She started to wonder how and why that could be with such little sleep, and then decided it didn't matter why. Anyway, she needed to pee. She had somehow pulled the top sheet up in her sleep. She tossed that over the side of the bed, then got up, not noticing the sheet had covered the soiled T shirt on the floor near the edge of the bed. She ambled into the master bath, peed, then looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned. Even though she felt rested and energetic, there were shadows under her eyes. Well, no big deal, a little makeup would cover that up. She turned on both shower heads in the stall and got a fresh towel from the linen closet, felt the water temp with her hand and stepped inside.
She reached for the shampoo. She knew Tommy wouldn't wake up until noon, not only had he been drunk and up late last night, her son never rolled out of bed on Saturdays earlier than 11:00AM. He'd undoubtedly sleep later than noon. She'd start a load of laundry, change into her exercise togs, only do two hours at the health club and skip the advanced step class today, maybe stop at some discount store and buy a couple window fans, grocery store too, then return home probably a couple hours before Tommy even opened his eyes.
During her workout, she'd figure out what to say, how to word everything. She'd of course leave a note for him, just in case he got up. Just say they needed to talk, but make the note sound normal, even say if he went out, that she wanted him home for dinner. Either talk to him this afternoon, or it might be better to talk to him later, after dinner. She'd better put something in the note about how angry she was that he had gotten drunk, that was normal. Actually he shouldn't be allowed to go out. She'd tell him to stay at home.
Her hands stopped moving in her hair as her brow pinched. Tommy always seemed to tie one on when Phil was out of town on business. Her jaw clenched. Tommy thought she was a pushover! She rolled her eyes. She had been with both Tommy and Denise, not all the time certainly, but she was more the 'good cop' to Phil's sort of 'bad cop.' Actually, she and Phil had both been sort of 'good cops.' Their kids for the most part had been good, and had turned out wonderfully, were turning out wonderfully. She hoped Denise was enjoying her summer school college exchange program in Italy. Again Mara rolled her eyes. Their daughter was probably not studying at all, but having the time of her life! She'd have to check email today. Denise hadn't written in almost a week.
After her shower, Mara put on her exercise outfit. Before stripping the bed and emptying the hamper, she quietly walked down the hall to Tommy's open doorway. He was still asleep, his breathing deep, regular, and a little noisy. He had moved. She smiled and her eyes teared slightly. He was hugging a pillow in his sleep. It was something he did sometimes as a little boy. She returned to her bedroom and started stripping the bed.
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Tom groaned as he slowly woke. Some goddamn bird was right outside his window making a racket. He groaned into his pillow, "Shut the hell up." He rolled onto his back, his head splitting, his mouth cotton dry, his stomach queasy. Before he opened his eyes, his hand smeared around his face. He mumbled, "Fuck." His eyes squinted open. It made his headache worse. Oh shit... did I drive back? The next thought wasn't anything verbal, he had a flash of an image of Mom's stroking hand on his bone. His gut instantly clenched and for a moment he thought he'd blow chunks.
He looked at his open bedroom door. He slid off the bed and quietly walked to the doorway and listened. He didn't hear anything. He slowly and silently shut the door. He moved back to the bed and lay down. What the fuck did I do last night?! More images started flashing in his mind. Oh shit! He had been asleep, then got up... no, he had been sweaty and still wearing his jeans so he stood to get them off. Then he had begun thinking about Marcia again, fucking her, how he had blown all that by pushing her, how he still loved her. For some reason he ended up sitting on the floor. He was... he had been trying to get his damn jeans off, then... Oh fuck, did I start fucking bawling about her? Oh shit.
Mom had come into the room and... and talked to him and he had an aching hard-on, and... Oh shit! Mom was sitting next to him, and then he pushed her hand down to his dick. Oh fuck! Oh shit! Did I fuckin' beg her for a goddamn hand job?! Again he thought he might vomit. He closed his eyes and both hands cupped his aching head, giving his scalp a light massage.
More images came to him. Mom was doing it herself. His hand wasn't on top of hers, or... was it? No, maybe... maybe at the beginning it was, but then... yeah, she was doing it on her own. Wasn't she? Did I threaten her somehow? Oh jeezuz, did I say I'd... no.... NO, I didn't threaten her with any violence. I could NEVER do that!
He tried to calm down. He needed aspirin or whatever was in the bathroom med chest. What if Mom was up? He had to think straight, he needed aspirins, and he needed to drink about a gallon of water too. He noticed his chest felt like it had thin layer of dried glue on it in spots, the spots that weren't sweaty. What the hell was that? His heart almost stopped. He blew his wad on his chest, Mom's hand pumping his rod. Even with all the intense stress and hangover, his cock actually twitched and started growing.
He rose again and stepped to the door. He listened. Nothing. He opened it up slowly, then peeked down the hall. He thought Mom's bedroom door was open but wasn't sure from his line of sight. He needed aspirin, he needed water. If she was up, he'd not answer any questions, just say he was feeling sick and get back into his room. What the hell time was it anyway? He looked at his alarm clock. Not quite 11:00AM. He needed water.
He opened the door and virtually tip toed to the hall bathroom, went inside, closed and locked the door as quietly as possible. He needed to piss before anything else. As he aimed his dick at the toilet, he realized he had walked out of his room only wearing his boxers. That was normal, but maybe this was the morning to put some fuckin' shorts on or something. Jeezuz. Mom gave me a hand job last night! What if he forced her to do it? How could he have forced her? The more he thought about it, the less he believed he had physically forced her or even intimidated her with threats. He'd never do that to her! He'd never do that to any girl!
He shook the last drops of piss from his dick and then flushed the john. SHIT! She'll probably hear the goddamn flush! He moved to the locked door and listened for a full minute. Nothing. He opened the medicine cabinet, found the aspirins, took three and got them down with water. He used a paper cup from the Dixie cup dispenser. He wondered for a moment about Mom and her Dixie cup obsession. The damn things were so small it was easier to drink from the faucet or your palm! He was glad they were there this morning though. He filled it a dozen times, first drinking quickly, then slowing down realizing he might barf from downing it too fast.
What was almost as bad as thinking he had somehow forced her to give him a hand job, was that he had been fuckin' bawling like a goddamn little kid in front of her. Jeezuz! He had to get his shit together about Marcia. He had blown it. She was history. He had to move on. How many times had he told himself that over the past month? He knew she didn't want to do it, why the fuck had he pushed her about it?! It's past, dude, fuckin' just quit thinking about her and it! She wouldn't even talk to you at the party!
He had more urgent problems. Mom. Jeezuz! How the fuck did he get her to do it? It had been a fantasy for fuckin' years, but never in any of those fantasies had he ever dreamed the part of how he actually got her hand on his dick. And now, even after the fact, he still couldn't imagine how he did it.
He needed time to think before facing her. Shit, he needed time to just try to remember it all. A new thought entered his mind. What if she's not home? She's usually at the health club for most of the morning on Saturday. I could... He blinked. Shit... my car's over at Steve's house! Start thinking, asshole! Get a fuckin' plan!
He stood silently in the bathroom for three minutes trying to come up with one, then quietly returned to his room, pulled on his baggy cotton shorts, and a clean T. He had to find out if Mom was in or out of the house. He made his way down the hall to her open bedroom door. Her bed was stripped.
What was that on the floor? Oh shit... that's my fuckin' T shirt! He glanced down the stairs, then quickly entered the master bedroom. He picked up the shirt. It was crusty in parts and damp in others where it had folded over. Another vision popped into his head. Mom wiping his chest with it to clean his jiz off. That's why his chest felt both glued and extra slippery on the sweaty areas. His cum residue.
For some unknown reason, he brought the shirt to his nose and inhaled. His eyes popped wide. There was pussy juice on it! There couldn't be! He took another long whiff. That was cunt dew on it. He was sure. It didn't smell exactly like Marcia's, but it was close. He blinked. It had to be Mom's. What the hell was his shirt doing in here anyway?
His brow pinched as he got even more scared. No. No, he hadn't been in here last night, unless his memory was totally blacked out. No, he'd remember being in here. They were in his room not here. So, what was his shirt doing in here? He inhaled it again. His cock stirred. It had to be Mom's. It had to be. Did that mean...?
He shook his head. He'd think about the shirt later! He had to get the hell out of her bedroom! He went to the doorway, glanced down the stairs again, then hurried to his room. He hid the shirt in his closet, then as quietly as possible went downstairs.
At the bottom of the steps he stopped and listened. Nothing, not a sound. He moved passed the foyer and looked in the sitting area then at the open kitchen area. She wasn't anywhere. He walked over to the patio doors. She wasn't on the patio or in the pool. He went into the kitchen to look at the island counter. It was where she left notes for him. His gut tensed when he saw one. He picked it up and read:
.
Tommy-
You'll probably still be in bed when I get back from the health club and shopping, but if you get up earlier make your own breakfast.
You and I are going to have a very serious talk today. I doubt you'll be feeling up to it until this evening. I am going to be very nice and will wait until after dinner to speak to you because my guess is you're going to have quite a HANGOVER.
I hope your car isn't smashed up somewhere. You better go get it wherever it is. You can do that, but I don't want you going anywhere else. I want you home, not hanging out with your HUNGOVER friends. If you need to, take a nap when you get back.
Even though I'm really angry with you right now, I STILL LOVE YOU. And I always will, you IDIOT.
Go and get your car. That's ALL you are allowed to do outside of the house today!
Love,
Mom
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Tom was still tense, but he did relax a fraction, although he knew he shouldn't. He looked at one of the lines again: I STILL LOVE YOU. And I always will, you IDIOT.
He knew he had definitely been an idiot last night, mainly after he got home. He better take a quick shower and get out of the house before she got back. He had to think it out, he had to remember it all, or as much as he could. For a moment he considered calling Bill to drive him to Steve's. Jeezuz. He was an idiot. That guy probably wouldn't get up for a fire right now, he had to be feeling equally as lousy at this moment. Hell, he was probably still asleep. Tom considered walking to Steve's. It was on the other side of town though. It would take a while, but he needed time to think and remember. Maybe ride his bike over there? Yeah, take his bike and one of the liter water bottles. He wrote a quick note. Saying he was riding over to Steve's for his car, and would be back as soon as possible. Before he signed it, he added: I'm sorry about last night, Mom.
He figured that would cover a lot of territory. He signed it: 'Love, Tommy' instead of 'Tom.'
He showered quickly, dressed again, drank some orange juice, and was on his bike slowly heading to Steve's fifteen minutes later.
*
As Tom turned into the driveway he saw Mom's crossover parked in front of the garage. His gut tensed yet again. After getting the car, he sat in the park for a while, and had remembered more from the previous night, but there were still a lot of gaps. He planned to do what her note had said, he'd tell her he was still feeling sick and was going to take a nap, then in his room he'd think more about it all, especially what the hell to say to her later.
He parked in his usual spot on the driveway, then got his disassembled bike out of the back seat. He put the front wheel on, then pushed it towards the garage. He reached through the open window of Mom's car to the visor and pressed the button on the garage door remote. The door started raising. He walked his bike the rest of the way and hung it up on the wall. Before he opened the mud room door, he thumbed the button wall switch for the garage door and it started rolling down. He took a deep breath, entered the mud room then stepped into the kitchen. Mom was putting some groceries on an upper shelf in one of the wall cabinets. She was barefoot, wearing a baggy T and her cuffed "soccer mom" shorts. She was on tip toes so she could reach the high shelf. He gazed at her toned and lightly tanned legs. His cock shifted when he looked at her bubble ass.
He walked up to her. "I can get that up there for you, Mom."
"Thank you. These two also go on that shelf." She stepped back and put on her 'irritated face' as her arms folded over her chest. Once again, a vision of her hand on his thick manhood popped into her mind. She shut her eyes and gave her head a quick shake. The picture disappear. She watched him close the cabinet door. "So... you just picked up your car? You didn't go anywhere else?"
His gut couldn't relax. He looked at her. "Yeah, Mom. I mean... I only went to Steve's, then straight back here. I'm... I'm not feeling too well. I... I think I'm going to ahhh... take a nap. Okay?"
"All right, but first go out to my car. There's two window fans in the back. Bring those upstairs. Set up one in my bedroom window. The other one is for your room. Put the empty cardboard boxes in the garage for recycling, then you can go up to your room and nap. You think you can manage that even though you're hungover?"
Tom sighed. "Yeah. I'll do it right now."
"Thank you." Mara was trying to cover up her nervousness with bluster. She had been calm until he walked in. She had to keep calm!
When he had finished the chore, he returned to his bedroom and pushed the lock button on the doorknob. He lay on his bed. His palms rubbed his face. He only had a vague notion about how to handle the later "conference" with Mom. He was surprised she hadn't called it that in her note. A while ago, she had started calling serious talks with Denise or himself or both of them, "conferences." Usually Dad was part of it. His gut tensed again. He didn't want to think about Dad. It was more than enough to think about only Mom regarding last night.
He thought about the cum stained T. He glanced at the door, got up and retrieved it from the closet, then returned to the bed. He brought it to his face and inhaled deeply. There was still a hint of pussy dew on it. His cock started growing. On the bike ride he had come to the conclusion that Mom had to have used it to wipe her pussy, and the only reason to wipe her pussy was if she had cum herself last night. He doubted she had from doing the handjob, but had to have fingered her pussy later in her room. He still wasn't sure why she used his shirt to wipe up though. One conclusion was that it had his cum on it and she had done what he was now doing. Smelling it.
He blinked. He had opened his shorts and was stroking his hardened meat and hadn't realized it. He got a mental image of Mom laying face down, her face in the cum stained shirt, her finger fucking her pussy, her hot bubble ass rising and falling as she fucked herself. He quickly pulled the shirt from his face and shoved it around the head of his dick just as he started pumping his load. He released a growling groan.
*
Tom turned on the dishwasher, then followed Mom into the sitting area, unable to take his eyes off her ass. During dinner she had told him he was not to leave the house for the next two days, and also gave him a list of chores he'd have to finish in that time frame. He was actually surprised it hadn't been two weeks or a month of house detention. Then again, Mom was the easier "grounding" par unit, but the one who always... always made you talk about everything you screwed up on, she talked on and on about being responsible, ramifications from one's actions, other's feelings, or getting along as caring siblings, and on and on, and then asking questions about why he did it, and how he would handle whatever it was in the future, et cetera, et cetera. Dad doled out harsher sentences, but usually kept the talks brief-- Don't ever do that again. I hope you learned your lesson.
During the afternoon he had come up with a possibly stupid plan, but the only one that seemed feasible. He was going to try to cut her off at the pass by talking first, try to keep her from asking too many questions, let her know how much he didn't remember. He gazed at her bubble butt as he took a deep breath, then spoke before either of them sat down. "Mom? I know this is your show, but I was wondering if I could speak first?"
Mara hadn't expected that. "Um..." She turned around and looked at Tommy. She could see embarrassment and nervousness on his face. "All right." He didn't move to sit, so she didn't either. She folded her arms over her chest and kept her eyes on his, which met hers only infrequently.
"First off, I know what an idiot I was last night. I mean, you know, drinking too much at Ste..."
"You know, don't you, that you shouldn't be drinking at all."
He took a slow breath and met her eyes for a few seconds. "Yeah, Mom, I know that. Could... could I just finish what I want to say, then you can talk, or... if you want me to shut up, I will. You're... I mean, I'll do it anyway you want."
"All right. I..." She exhaled. "I'll try not to interrupt, unless I feel I have to. Okay, go on."
Tom had called Bill from his room in the afternoon to get as many facts as he could about what happened the previous night. He knew Bill was giving him an embellished, hyperbolic interpretation of it, so Tom had called Julie after that. He had to listen to her scolding him for ten minutes, both about what he had done at the party and at his house. She said Bill had said he puked a few times in the powder room, but she hadn't seen that, only later when he was drinking water out of the sink and then rudely went up to his room with a flip of his hand as a goodbye.
The calls hadn't helped him much, but afterwards he came up with the core of his plan. Obviously, he could barely remember anything that happened the night before, he was wasted! Of course he'd have to recall bits and pieces, but he'd just edit them down appropriately. The problem with the plan was that Mom always knew when he was lying, and that included lies of omission, not just commission.
He only glanced at her as he took another slow breath. He said again it had been extremely stupid to get drunk, that he hadn't planned to, that it just happened. He got into a drinking game at the party and done really lousy, then drank more with people after that. Then he loss track of time for a while, then he realized how late it was. Bill or Jim, or maybe it really was Julie, wouldn't let him drive home, and he knew he wasn't fit to drive, so he stuck around until he could get a ride from someone. Then he guessed Bill loss track of time, or maybe he was playing pool and didn't want to stop the game to leave, something like that. Then finally they left. Julie was driving because she was the designated driver, then they got here.
"Uh... I... I sort of remember that I puked. Ah... did I?" He thought asking Mom was a good play.
"Yes. You did that a few times in the foyer bathroom, Tommy. I have to tell you that it was very heartbreaking for me to see my own son in that condition, so drunk he was throwing up."
"Yeah... I can imagine. I'm... I'm really sorry, Mom."
"You know, I don't think you can imagine it, seeing someone you love disrespecting himself and those who love him by being that out of control, that drunk."
His gut tensed. Mom wasn't pulling any punches. He had only experienced her like this a few times. "I'm sorry, Mom. I really am. I wish I hadn't had one beer." He had been doing whiskey shots too, plus a couple cherry bomb shooters which he figured was probably what made him puke.
"Is... is that all you remember?"
This was going to be the tricky section of his story. "Ahhh... no. I... I remember brushing my teeth and using mouthwash, then... ahhh... going to bed. I think I pas... I fell asleep really quickly, and..." This next part he had debated whether or not to tell. He had thought long about stopping at this point, saying that was all he remembered, but he really didn't think Mom would buy it. "I-I sort of remember waking up, and... and trying to take off my jeans. And... somehow I got on the floor, and..."
Again he took a slow breath. "I think... I think I started crying, about... about Marcia, you know, breaking up with her, and then... I only sort of remember you being there, telling me something about not to worry about it, and to get off the floor and get into bed... something like that. I-I'm really embarrassed about all of it, Mom, getting drunk like that, but... I know you won't think this is the biggest thing about last night, but... I really hate that... that I cried in front of you like that. I-I shouldn't have done that. I'm really sorry. I'm really sorry about all of it, about everything I did last night. I'll never do anything like I did yesterday, or act like I did last night. Never."
He knew what he was most sorry about, but he just couldn't say it. He was scared to death things wouldn't go back to normal between them. He hoped Mom knew what he meant about never doing and acting as he had last night. How could I have been so fucking stupid! During the afternoon, he definitely recalled begging her for a hand job and pushing her hand down to his dick.
Mara was torn about what to do. She figured they had to talk openly about it, or it might haunt both of them for the rest of their lives. She took a quick breath. "Do... do you remember that... that I-I gave you a... a-a massage?" She screamed at herself to stay calm. She hated that she had stammered.
His gut tensed and he felt breathless for a moment. He forced his brow to pinch. "Huh? A... a massage?"
Mara was extremely nervous. She tried her best to cover it up. "Yes, a-a massage."
"Ahh... uh, no." He had to break contact with her eyes. He hated that she could read him so well when he tried to lie. "I remember... babbling, and, you know, crying, saying... saying how much I... I guess I said I loved Marcia, and missed her, and... you know, like I just said, I acted like some freakin' wimp. I-I don't remember a massage, but... I guess I remember your arm around me when I was..." he exhaled sharply. "When I was babbling and blubbering."
Mara's teeth clamped her lower lip. She knew Tommy was lying, but maybe he really didn't recall it very clearly. Maybe he was just trying to get things back to normal by ignoring it. Not totally ignoring it, but maybe he decided talking about it would be too embarrassing or it wouldn't accomplish anything, that maybe just forgetting it had happened would be best? She knew what he meant about never acting like or doing what he had last night. Either he meant getting her to touch his erection, or he really didn't recall it and was apologizing for being drunk and stupid. Probably all of it.
Her mind kept working. What was she exactly going to tell him about it anyway? I'm never going to help you masturbate again? And it was wrong you asked me to, and even more wrong that I did it for you? He wasn't stupid, he knew that already. She took a slow breath. She decided to speak in code as he had, maybe that really was the best way out of this. "I... I'm not giving you massages anymore when you're a drunken idiot like you were that night. I think... I think you thought it was M... your ex-girlfriend giving you the massage." She was his mother, she had to give him a way out.
Was she also giving herself a way out? Wasn't she the more guilty party here? She had concluded earlier that they both had been caught up in a weird situation and an extreme emotional moment, and that neither of them had handled it as they should have. She of course was much more at fault, but she hadn't been thinking straight, and she had been caught by surprise, and she was sure most, at least 90% of her actions if not 100%, had been a mother's care, concern, and love for him, not some perverted sexual act. She had been caught up in an emotional moment. She truly had wanted to ease his emotional pain by her incredibly stupid actions. She knew she was rationalizing at least somewhat, but the core of her actions were based on a mother's love that came out in an insane, stupid, horribly perverse manner.
She took another breath. "Tommy, I know your heart's broken about her. I know what it feels like to break up with someone you care about. I've had some experience with that before your father. I want you to talk to me about it, be open with me. I'm always here to help and to listen, but I'm also smart enough to know that there's no logic to one's heart, to emotions, otherwise they wouldn't be called emotions. I'll listen and talk with you about anything, but you have to be sober when we talk, otherwise... otherwise it doesn't make any sense to talk, you won't even remember it.
"I know how difficult this time is for you, I do, I really do, and my heart aches for you about it. And I know this cliché isn't going to help, but it happens to be true too, that time really does heal wounds, including emotional ones. You have your entire life ahead of you, the interesting part is about to start. College is not only about academic learning, but you'll learn about people and life too. You'll sort of be on your own, but not totally on your own because you'll still be living here during breaks and summers, well, you'll always have this as home, but I hope you know what I mean. It can be a wonderful time of life and I know you're going to be meeting a lot of wonderful girls.
"I-I know you have to be sad about Marcia for a while, it's a bit like grieving, but please, sweetheart, don't forget to have hope and faith in your future too."
"I... I will, Mom." Tom felt like a super jerk. He was really glad he hadn't shot his mouth off last night about why Marcia broke up with him. But it was also true that he really had thought he loved her, he probably still did, and she really had broken his heart, but he knew the breakup was his fault. Why did I have to push her about it?! "Mom? Thanks for... for listening even when I was... you know, kinda wasted. And I really am so sorry about everything I-I did last night. Everything."
Mara finally relaxed. Tommy was back to telling the truth. She half smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Kind of wasted?"
Tom finally smiled. "Okay-okay, I was totally wasted." He looked into her beautiful eyes. "Mom? Are you really grounding me?"
She exhaled sharply. "Tommy, having you not leave the house for two and a half days is not something I'd call a grounding."
He had known it was a stupid question but he asked to see how close things were to getting back to normal. Her answer was a good sign. He dipped his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and grinned. "Well... no harm asking. Right?"
She shook her head but smiled. He knew he could charm her with that cute smile and his eyes. He had been doing it since he was two years old, maybe since he was two days old. "Now, come here and give your extremely tolerant and nice mom a hug." Mara tensed. She had just blurted that. It was something she always said and did after they had a mother-son conference. As usual, Tommy was sarcastic about it, hanging his head and dragging his feet. She started to relax again.
Tom sighed. "Oh... all right, if I have to." His head raised and he was smiling as he put his arms around Mom, hugging her close, but not too tightly. She did likewise with her arms corralled around his neck. He made sure his dick was nowhere near her, for one thing, it was starting to grow, especially when her tits pressed lightly into his chest. He turned his head and kissed her cheek. That was normal. "I'm really sorry, Mom."
"Just be a good boy, Tommy."
"I will, Mom." He smiled. It was their normal lines and actions, including her hand tapping his shoulder, ending the hug.
She looked at him and smiled. "Now... go and finish cleaning up in the kitchen, make sure you wipe down all the countertops. I'm going to relax." She stepped over to the coffee table and picked up the TV remote. She heard Tommy mumble something. "I heard that, no grumpiness, you were an idiot last night, and don't yeah-yeah me."
"Yeah... Mom... yeah."
She smiled again as she sat on the couch. "I told you not to yeah-yeah me!"
He chuckled. "I didn't. I stuck a 'mom' in between."
"Just finish cleaning in there and don't forget to put away all the dishes later."
He smiled and whispered, "Yeah-yeah."
"I heard that!" Mara took a slow breath and sighed. Things were going to be all right, although she still hadn't come to grips about her needing to keep it secret from Phil. Her stomach tensed yet again.
Tom grinned as he started hand washing the glasses. Mom never put those in the dishwasher, supposedly too many spots and streaks afterwards. His smile faded. Feeling the emotional weight about last night lifting, he was suddenly again thinking about her hand on his cock, and how many times he had imagined doing her. He had fantasized about her for years, ever since not only he had noticed how hot she was, but how his friends had noticed too. The odd thing about last night, was that it actually had helped him to put the whole Marcia thing in perspective. Jeezuz, he really had liked screwing Marcia, he just shouldn't have pushed her. He guessed that was now one of those things called a 'learning experience.' He felt his guilt burgeon again when a vision of his cock sliding into Mom's pussy flashed in his mind.
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CHAPTER 3
Sunday morning Mara didn't waver and made Tommy drive and attend 8AM Mass with her. She kept up the facade of the 'strict mother' later after breakfast too, making him do all the dishes and then sent him out to clean the pool, which included sweeping out and organizing the little cabana, and edging the grass around the stone patio. She did bring out a tall glass of lemonade for him though around 11:00AM, then told him because it was another really hot and humid day, she was going to be lenient, so after he had finished with the edging, if he wanted to, he could invite a few friends over to use the pool, but he was not leaving the house before or afterwards.
Mara thought a little pool party was a good idea. She didn't want Tommy thinking about the breakup with Marcia, and hopefully it would also keep his mind off what happened on Friday night in his bedroom.
Mara made a ham sandwich for his lunch. She had a small salad. Tom said he had called Billy about coming over.
"Who's all coming?" Mara asked.
"Bill, Julie, her friend Carie, and Jim." She saw his mother's eyes get intense.
"Good."
Tom wondered about the glare for a few moments then it hit him. He smiled. "You gonna tear both of them a new one too, aren't you?"
"We'll see, and wipe that smile off your face, mister."
"Yes, Mam." Tom took a big bite of his sandwich.
Mara sipped her ice water to stifle her smile. She did have fun with Tommy, much more than she did with Denise for some reason.
Forty-five minutes later, Tom had showered and changed into his long, baggy swim shorts and a T before he came bounding down the stairs. "Hey, Mom?! They're here!"
"You don't have to shout, Tommy." Mara rose from the couch where she had been reading Time magazine. She smiled. Telling Tommy not to shout was one of those little things that made her believe their relationship was almost back to normal. She walked into the foyer just as Tommy opened the front door.
"Saw you guys pull in from my bedroom window." He smiled at the girls. "Hi, Julie. Hi Carie."
The girls said hi and stepped into the foyer. Julie grinned at Mrs. Dolton. "Hi, Mara. This is my friend, Carie. Carie, this is Mrs. Dolton, obviously, Tom's mom. You can call her Mrs. D though, right Mara?"
Mara smiled. "Uh-huh." She thought it was cute Julie was making it known they had a 'special relationship,' that only she could call her Mara. "Hi, Carie, I'm pleased to meet you." She shook the pretty girl's hand.
"Hi, Mrs. D. Thanks for letting me come over."
"You're welcome. I'm really glad you're here." Mara turned towards the front door and her smile disappeared. She looked at Billy and Jimmy, both fidgeting and half the time looking at their shoes. Mara folded her arms over her chest. "I'm still angry with both of you."
Julie piped up, "They have something to say to you, Mara. Right guys?"
Bill looked at his girlfriend, then glanced at Mrs. D before his eyes looked at the floor again. "Uh... yeah, ahhh... Mrs. D, you know, uh... I'm kinda like really sorry about, you know, last Friday being a... well, you know, and..."
Both Mara and Julie interrupted at the same moment, Mara said, "Kind of?" while Julie said, "Kinda sorry?" The two women, one in her forties, the other only 18, looked at each other and giggled for a moment, then both turned their once again glaring faces to the boys. Mara noticed Julie's arms fold across her chest too, copying her own pose.
Julie spoke, "I think you better start over, Bill. And Jim? Don't just stand there mute."
Bill's eyes glared at his girlfriend but only for a second. He'd let her have her fun. He cleared his throat, looked squarely at Mrs. D and took a breath. "I'm really sorry, and I apologize for being drunk and..." He glanced at Julie, sighed loudly, then met Mrs. D's eyes again. "And for being a total idiot on Friday night, and... it won't ever happen again, and... I really appreciate that you didn't call my parents about it." He looked at Julie. She raised her eyebrows. He exhaled once more but softer this time, then looked at Mrs. D. "And... I hope you'll forgive my stupid behavior."
Julie turned to Mrs. D. "Mara?"
"Billy, I know you're a good b... a good young man, but sometimes you obviously show very immature behavior. The only reason I didn't call your parents was that you at least were smart enough to have Julie drive your car, but if it ever happens again whether or not you have a designated driver, I will call your parents and tell them about how their smart son has decided to act like an idiot." She exhaled. "Yes, I forgive you and you're welcome in this home."
Tom had moved into the sitting area behind everyone in the foyer, resting his ass on the back of couch. He muttered, "Jeezuz, talk about whipped." He chuckled.
Mara turned around in a flash. She pointed at her son. "You wipe that grin off your face, you're just as stupid as them, maybe more so, because you're my son and should have known better."
Tom bowed his head and mumbled, "Yes, Mam." He also smiled at the floor.
Julie, who had definitely taken on the role of master of ceremonies, said, "Jim?"
"Ahhh... Mrs. D? I'm really sorry for acting like an id..."
"Acting?" Julie raised her eyebrows.
Mara had to raise one hand and press her fingers to her lips to stop from grinning. She decided she liked Julie a lot.
"Ahhh... I'm sorry for being an idiot the other night, and... and all that other stuff Bill just said, and I hope you'll forgive me."
Julie prompted again, "Jim, say it all."
Mara's hand moved from her mouth and gave Julie's upper arm a light squeeze. "That's okay, honey." She looked at Jim. "What I just said to Bill goes for you too, Jimmy. Next time, even if there's a designated driver, I'm calling your parents. And... yes, I forgive you and you're welcome in our home."
Tom pushed off the couch. "Jeezuz... finally."
Again Mara looked at her son. "You watch it, mister."
"Yeah-yeah. Who's helping me carry all the snack stuff out?"
Both boys simultaneously said, "I will." They wanted to get out of the spotlight as soon as possible.
Julie turned to Mara. "Carie and I need to change. Where can we do that?"
"I'll show you the guest room, it has an attached bath."
"Great."
Mara followed the girls up the stairs. She found herself wishing her son had been dating Julie, not Marcia, but she had sincerely liked Marcia too. She again wondered what Tommy had meant by "pushing her." Pushing Marcia about what?
*
Julie watched Tom and Bill setting up the small water polo net at the end of the pool. She looked at Carie reclined on one of the other cushioned chaises. "We should ask Mrs. D to come out and play too. What do you think?"
Carie shaded her eyes with her hand. "Yeah, okay. You two seem kinda close."
Julie smiled. "Not really, I think she's cool though. We had to deal... well, I told you all about the idiots last Friday."
"I thought she was funny earlier, you were even funnier." Both girls giggled. "Yeah, ask her to join us."
"Okay." Julie stood up. "Hey, Tom? I'm going to ask your mom to come out. That way the teams will be equal." Tom nodded at her.
Bill looked over. His eyes somewhat larger than normal. "Yeah, great idea. Ask her."
Jim, floating on a rubber raft, added, "Yeah, tell her to come out. Do that!"
Julie exhaled. "You two are asses, did you know that?"
Bill's brow pinched. "Huh?"
Jim protested, "No, we aren't. We... we need to make the teams even."
Tom mumbled, "I agree with you, Julie."
Julie slowly shook her head then headed to the house.
Tom gazed at Julie. She really had a hot bod, and her ass was to die for. She had that petite-hot-cute-beautiful thing happening just like Mom, and was nice, funny, and smart like her too. An inch or so shorter than Mom. He glanced at Bill. They made a good couple. He felt envious of his friend for a moment as he finished securing the net.
*
Mara was wearing her most conservative bikini, but she knew it wasn't all that "conservative." A few years ago, after she lost the weight and toned up, and was still trying every trick to get Phil to turn up the heat on their sex life, she had started buying what her own mother would have called 'skimpy' bikinis. They weren't even close to thongs, or 'Brazilian' bikinis, but still, possibly inappropriate for a 42 year old housewife.
Normally she wouldn't have given it any consideration but today she did for some reason. At first she thought it was because Phil wouldn't be with her or some of her friends her own age, so her body would fair well being compared to them, at least 'average' if not above average, but now she'd be compared to Carie who, even with the baby fat love handles, was very pretty with big boobs, and to Julie who was beautiful in a cute way. There wasn't an ounce of fat on Julie and the girl's breasts looked like they'd never sag. Her own were a tiny bit larger than Julie's, there was some sag though but it wasn't that noticeable with the top she was wearing. Her butt, which she really worked on, was actually holding its ground against gravity. She wondered how many thousands of lunge thrusts she had done in the past five years. She also knew that Tommy's friends from time to time gave her the eye, but she never really counted that. If there was some girl around, like Julie, they'd never have bothered looking at some forty-something housewife. Teenage boys were... well, teenage boys. They gawked at whatever was available.
She wasn't really that self-absorbed about her looks, was she? So why was she so nervous? She was now thinking it had some connection to what happened Friday night with Tommy, but what that connection was, she had not one clue. She realized she was as nervous about her body as she would have been as a teenager going to a pool party. She felt her top again through the T nightshirt she had put on over it at the last moment. The top was in place as she knew it would be. She felt the bow knot on the thin straps behind her neck. That was still tight.
Mara watched Tommy jump into the water, and she recalled the slight argument, more like a two week debate with Phil about putting the pool in eight years ago. He had just gotten a promotion, a more impressive "title" along with a substantial salary increase. "We have the money, sweetheart. Let's get an in-ground pool." She had been surprised to say the least.
Phil had never before mentioned wanting a pool. They went to the beach fairly often and would take summer vacations at a cottage on a moderately sized inland lake in Michigan, and he liked the water and swam well enough so he wouldn't drown, but she had never thought of him as a "swimmer" nor that he had any idea or inclination to have a pool in the back yard.
Mara had told him she thought it was an unnecessary extravagance that would end up not being used by anyone in the family, and then pointed out how she'd worry every day of the summer that Tommy or Denise would drown in it. She had asked him why he had gotten the crazy idea.
He said when he was a kid, a friend, more of an acquaintance type of friend than a good friend, had an in-ground pool. He had been invited over a few times and thought it was so cool to have a pool in one's own back yard. That it had always sort of been a dream that when he grew up, he'd have one too.
Mara had told him that he wasn't a child anymore and that some childhood dreams weren't meant to come to fruition. She reiterated how she'd worry about the kids, and what about upkeep, additional costs after the construction, the cleaning, the hassle, all of that? He said he'd look into it. He'd take care of any dangerous chemicals like chlorine, but he figured the kids would love it so much they'd help with the maintenance. He'd teach Tommy how to clean it and service the 'whatever' the equipment would be on it, like the filter. She had rolled her eyes at him about that, then did another eye roll when he added, "And there'll be less grass to mow back there." In the end she had finally given in to him because he hadn't dropped it, kept saying how it was one of his dreams.
Ironically, she really enjoyed it, swam nearly ever day. The kids that first summer were in it nearly constantly, but less the next summer and even less the next, then more again when Denise was in high school, actually that was mainly Denise who had varied in her pool activity, Tommy had enjoyed it about as much as Mara had.
He'd join her in the afternoon a few times a week when she swam her daily laps. Sometimes when she finished, she'd push him around on the rubber raft, quite a few times he'd do the same for her. "It's your turn, Mom." She smiled remembering how he'd make engine sounds occasionally, like he was her outboard motor. She recalled all the numerous times she had to chase Tommy around the patio and pool to slather sun block on him. "I don't want that stuff on me! It's smells girlie!" So, even without swimming laps, the pool had given her exercise. The family member who ended up using it the least was, of course, Phil.
Mara took a deep breath. Her self-consciousness, or whatever it should be called, was still causing her to be nervous as she opened the door and walked outside, holding her towel and sun block in one hand. The kids had a boom box playing so no one heard the patio door open. As she got closer to the pool, her nervousness increased. Did it have something to do with Tommy and Friday night, or was it only her stupid concern about her looks? She decided it was the latter, then started thinking it was all Phil's fault.
Before she had begun going to the health club religiously, his waning interest in making love had her blaming herself for having an unattractive body as being the reason, and she had gotten very self-conscious about it. Most of the time now, she exercised because it made her feel good, healthier, although yes, she had turned into a self-absorbed idiot, or maybe was just scared of losing whatever sex appeal she still possessed. She hated she worried so much about her looks, she knew a body had nothing to do with real beauty, that was all within, in one's heart, soul, personality. It was Phil's fault!
Jim was still on the rubber raft. He was the first to notice Mrs. D approaching. "Hey, Mrs. D! Great! The teams'll be even now!" He stared at her slender toned legs and the slight sway of her hips. Why the hell couldn't his mom look so smokin' hot?
Bill had just climbed out of the pool to jump into the water again. He turned and smiled. He didn't know he was focusing on her body just as Jim was. He didn't shout like Jim though, "Hi Mrs. D. Glad you came out. Ready for some polo?"
She smiled at Billy. "I'll play, but I don't know how ready I am." She glanced at Jimmy on the raft. He was wearing sun glasses. He was grinning, and obviously checking her out. Or was he laughing at her? She got more nervous. She looked at Tommy. He was fiddling with one of the polo nets he had built. He wasn't smiling.
Julie leaned to the side of her cushioned chaise and looked towards the house. She smiled. "I'm glad you decided to join us."
"Only... for a little while."
Mara walked to the foot of the open chaise between Julie and Carie, dropped her sun block and towel on the cushion, then turned around facing the pool and started to raise her cotton nightshirt T but saw Jimmy and Billy staring at her. She suddenly got even more self-conscious and also wished she hadn't worn the stupid T outside. She had this sensation of being on stage as a stripper and that made her nervousness skyrocket. She pulled her hands away from the bottom of the T and turned to face Julie. "Is... um... the water warm enough?"
"Yeah, it's perfect." She saw Mara chewing her lower lip.
Jim yelled over the music. "C'mon, you guys, let's pick sides! I think it should be me, Bill, and Carie on one team!" He'd be able to get to guard Mrs. D that way.
Bill looked at Jim and grinned. "Yeah... yeah, that sounds good."
Julie was still looking at Mara's face, then glanced at the pool. Jim was grinning at her boyfriend. She quickly looked at Mara again. "Take it off now. Hurry up, they're not watching."
Mara blinked. The girl had noticed her nervousness. Mara did as Julie said, hurriedly getting the T up and off, then quickly sat on the side of the chaise facing Julie.
Julie blinked too, then smiled. "Gawd, Mara."
Mara's stomach tensed. "The suit? Yeah, I... I think it's too young for me. I-I don't know why I bought it. I-I don't have a..."
Julie interrupted, "What? Your suit? Your suit's cute."
"I-I thought you meant that... um..."
Julie giggled. "You look fantastic, Mara." She glanced at Carie and grinned. "Don't you just hate her now?"
Carie giggled too. "Yes."
"You're... you don't think my suit is... is too young... um... inappropriate?"
Julie was still grinning. "For your body? It's perfect."
Carie said, "I think it's really cute."
Julie added, "I knew you were in shape, but now I see why dumb Bill and Jim were so excited about me asking you to come out."
Mara exhaled. "I know you're making that up."
Carie giggled. "No, it's true."
Mara blushed, then thought of Phil yet again and her jaw tightened, then a moment later thought the girls were definitely exaggerating. She said in all honesty, "They're looking at you two, not me." She finally smiled and added, "... but I don't mind coming in third, luckily there's not another girl here so at least I placed."
Julie laughed even though she wasn't sure what 'placed' meant. "Want me to do your back with block?"
"Would you please?"
"Sure." Julie shifted on the chaise, putting her slender legs over the side. She picked up the bottle of sun block. "Do you know 'Melinda's Boutique,' in the mall? I work there. I think you'd look good in almost any of the clothes we have. You should stop in sometime."
Jim shouted, "So that okay with everyone?! The teams'll be me, Bill, and Carie, the loser team will be Tom, Julie, and Mrs. D!"
Bill smiled. "Yeah, that's fine with me!" He figured he'd be able to mess around not only with Julie, but Mrs. D too, well, not Mrs. D too much. Julie would be watching him for sure.
After Mara got into the pool, she felt more relaxed. Her body was underwater. When the game started, she knew the boys would be more aggressive than the girls, but she put out her best effort, actually getting into the competition. She saw she might have been mistaken about the girls, seeing how Julie attacked the ball and was just as competitive on defense.
Mara got into the game so much, she momentarily lost her temper a couple times, slapping the water when Jimmy scored two goals while she was defending him. She had seen Jimmy swim here in the pool before, but was always amazed that in the deep end, he could leg kick so hard that his torso actually rose out of the water. Of course he had been on the high school swim team for four years, and on the health club water polo team for three summers. She was pleased with her own fitness, because after fifteen minutes, she wasn't fatigued anymore than the boys or the girls, although she could see Carie's heart wasn't in the game from the very start.
Even though Jimmy was an excellent swimmer, Bill was the worst, so the score was tied when Jimmy scored again, seven even. What she was most proud of was that Tommy had passed off quite a few times to both her and Julie so they could try for goals. Mara had scored one, Julie had two, and Tommy four. They had a rule that allowed the teams to get into position after each goal.
It was Tommy's turn to throw the ball into play from their goal. Mara saw that Billy was at the edge of the pool holding onto the rim as usual. Jimmy who usually was in the center after a goal, was now on the opposite side of the pool from Billy, and that Carie was near the far right corner not really paying attention to the game, in fact floating on her back. Mara started swimming as fast as she could through the center of the pool. "Tommy! Tommy! Me! Me!" Tommy threw the ball and it landed in front of her perfectly. She actually pushed it ahead of her a few times with her stroking arm exactly as Jimmy had showed everyone before the game.
She noticed Jimmy swimming fast towards her as Billy back stroked towards the net to defend it with Carie, so she angled towards the now empty side of the pool with Jimmy quickly closing the space between them. She felt Jimmy cheat and grab her ankle slowing her up and making her laugh, but she escaped his grip and got closer to the side of the pool where she'd be able to hold the ball and wait for Julie or Tommy to swim up so she could pass it. She made it, grabbed the ball with two hands, treading water, and turned her back to Jimmy.
Jim was still swimming around with a semi, all the girls were hot and he had copped a couple minor feels. He grinned when he had Mrs. D trapped. As he reached over her shoulder, she screamed for help, then he pressed his crotch firmly against her hot ass, reaching over with her shoulder with his other arm.
Mara felt the half hard erection, but twisted and elbowed Jimmy away. She wasn't that mad about it, they were teenagers and it was all in fun. "Help me!" She submerged holding the ball and her foot pushed off the side wall to get a few feet away from Jimmy thinking she'd be able to pass the ball. When she surfaced her face was covered with her hair. "I can't see!"
Mara started laughing, then felt Jimmy's arms around her trying to grab the ball and one leg around her waist trying to keep her in place, which she knew was cheating and that no one could see it. He didn't push his crotch into her though, which would have made her angry. She kept laughing, twisting, trying her best to keep the ball out of Jimmy's grasp. A couple twists did push her hip into his crotch for a moment but she got his leg to release her waist. They moved closer to the side again and she felt her butt bump against it. "I can't see!"
She kept twisting side to side, Jimmy's hands slipping off the ball, sometimes scraping her shoulders. She wanted to pull her hair out of the way, but to take a hand off the ball to do it, would probably mean losing the ball. She twisted again and ended up facing Jimmy. Abruptly, Jimmy stopped trying to grab the ball. She turned her shoulder to him then quickly used her left hand to rake her hair from her face, and in the process faced him again.
She saw him treading water a couple feet in front of her. His eyes were wide, his mouth was half open. She followed his gaze down. Her naked breasts were floating in front of her. For some reason, she didn't drop the ball but instantly covered up her boobs with one arm. Her top had come untied! She looked up again and Jimmy was still staring with his mouth agape, then she saw a muscular arm emerge from underwater behind him and wrap around his neck. It yanked him back and under the water.
Julie and Carie swam as fast as they could to Mara. They saw she finally let go of the ball and was holding her bikini top and breasts trying her best to cover up, just as Jimmy surfaced coughing, and swearing.
"What the... acck... fuck did you... ulk acck... what the fuck, asshole!" He felt Tom's hand grip tightly on his throat. He used some water polo tricks he had learned. He kicked back with his foot and rammed Tom's thigh then he grabbed his friend's fingers as his other elbow punched into his friend's lats while he yanked Tom's hand away. Freed, Jim kicked off by ramming his foot into Tom's lower abdomen, swam a couple strokes, then turned around treading water. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
Mara shouted, "Tommy! Jimmy! Stop it! Tommy, it was an accident! Quit it!" She looked down again as Julie moved behind her to tie the neck straps. Mara adjusted the bikini top.
"You dickwad! She's my mother!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"You've been copin' feels the whole game!"
"Fuck you! I have not!"
Bill swam up between them, somewhat struggling to tread water. "Hey... both of ya... shut up. Tom... it was an accident." He sucked some water into his mouth and had to spit it out. He glared at Jim. "And you, asshole, quit gettin' all over both Mrs. D and Julie, you prick."
"I'm just playing aggressive, that's all!"
"Tommy! Stop it! Jimmy, you too!" Mara looked down at her boobs and adjusted the top once more.
Julie said, "Okay, it's tied."
Carie shook her head and spoke softly, "Sometimes I really hate testosterone." She glanced at the boys, then at Mara and finally looked at Julie. "I'll pull Jim back."
"Yeah, and..." Julie giggled. "I better get to Bill before he drowns."
Mara shook her head as the girls swam off, then she breaststroked to her son, still glaring at Jimmy. Her voice was soft, "Tommy... relax. It was an accident."
"He was feeling you up."
"No, he wasn't. Go... go and shake hands. He's your friend."
"He pulled your damn top off."
"I don't think he did. I think it just came untied. I didn't even feel it."
Behind him, Bill felt Julie's hands on his waist, she was helping him tread water. He spoke loudly, "Listen, you guys better be okay and cooled off now, because... because I'm about to drown and... and I won't be able to stop you dorkwads from fighting." His head dipped under the surface and he reemerged coughing. He hoped Julie knew his struggling dip had been theater. Her head moved above his shoulder. He heard her whisper.
"Smart move, the cough."
He grinned, turned his head a little towards her and whispered too, "Help me... save me... I'm drowning... grab my cock and take me to a bedroom."
Julie giggled, kissed his cheek, then gave his ear a quick bite. She kept her lips to his ear, barely touching as her boyfriend continued struggling to tread water. "Want to, right now? Say we're going to get more ice or something but go up to Tommy's room, do it quick, just do it... no foreplay, maybe I'll suck you?" She slid her left hand down to his crotch. He was hard. She grinned.
"Yeah... yeah, let's do that... now... let's go."
Julie laughed. "In your dreams!" She pushed away and swam to the retrieve the ball that was floating towards the deep end goal.
Bill muttered, "Ahhh... shit." He looked at Jim with Carie in front of him, then at Tom whispering with his mom. He was exhausted. He couldn't tread anymore. He backstroked to the edge of the pool to hold on for a while. He hoped the fuckheads cooled off.
Julie grabbed the ball, then turned around. "Hey everyone! Watch!" She reared back with her arm and threw it hard into the goal from five feet away. "WE WIN! WE WIN!"
Jim shouted, "Hey, no fair! There was a time out for fighting!" He looked at Tom and smiled. He had been a bit aggressive with Tom's mom, but he really hadn't pulled her top off, and now with Carie's boobs against his chest, and her hands on his shoulders, he wasn't much interested in messing with Mrs. D, nor the stupid game. It really wasn't water polo anyway, more like keep away with a soccer ball. He had enjoyed seeing Mrs. D's awesome tits though. "Mrs. D? I'm sorry for being too... competitive. I didn't mean to be a jerk. Sorry."
"You... weren't a jerk, Jimmy, but thanks for the apology." She put her hand on Tommy's back and gave him a nudge.
Tom exhaled. "Sorry I almost drown you, dude."
Jim smiled. "Sorry for whackin' your ah... leg and chest." He chuckled. "I'm glad I didn't hit what I was aiming for."
Tom growled, "And you're lucky I didn't beat the shit outta ya."
Mara's jaw clenched before she spoke loudly, "Tommy!" Carie was right. Sometimes testosterone was a pain to deal with.
Carie decided to say something too. "Shut up! Both of you guys!" She moved behind Jim and covered his mouth loosely with her hand, as her other arm moved around his chest. She pressed her ample breasts into his back, then a moment later wrapped her legs around his waist. She was only a little surprised Jim could tread water for both of them. He had really nice legs, she liked his body. She had heard he was on the swim team. She didn't know how cute he was though, at least not close up like this.
"You guys just quit it." Julie splashed water towards Jim then towards Tom.
Bill pulled himself out of the water twisted around as he rose and sat down on the edge of the pool, he looked at his stupid friends. They alway seemed to be getting into about something. He was getting tired of refereeing. "Hey, anyone hungry? How about ordering a pizza?" Julie looked at him, giving him a nod and a smile. "What do you want on it, Tom? Anchovies?" Bill's mouth formed a half smile.
Jim, his hard-on now fully erect from Carie's tits and pussy pressing against him, gazed at Bill and grinned. "He hates 'em and so do I. You're the only doofus who likes that fishy crap." He looked at Tom. "Sausage, mushroom, onion? Right, dude?"
Tom started to relax. "Green pepper too."
"Yeah, that too."
Carie smiled. "How come no one's asking what the girls want?" She looked at Tom's mother. "What do you want on it, Mrs. D?"
There was more discussion about the pizza order, it was finally decided the girls would design one, the guys another. Julie got out of the water. She smiled at Bill on the other side of the pool. "I'm going in to use the bathroom."
Bill's eyes grew along with a smile. He jumped up. "I am too." He started jogging. He looked at Jim still in the water. "You call in the order. You or Tom. I'll chip in when I get my wallet."
Jim called after the his friend and Julie who were now racing towards the house. "Get mine too! It's on the kitchen countertop!"
Mara and her son slowly swam to the ladder. Mara spoke softly, "Tommy?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for defending my honor." She grinned. "I can't recall anyone doing that for me... ever."
He held his mother's gaze, his face intense, the tone of his voice low, "Well, I hope there weren't too many times your bikini was ripped off by some asshole to make it necessary."
Her eyes grew wide. "He didn't do that, Tommy. Don't you dare try to pick a fi..." She saw that mischievous grin Tommy sometimes had, appear on his mouth. She splashed his face with water. "You little jerk." She grinned.
He laughed, then his voice got serious. "I'll always defend your honor, Mom."
* * *
CHAPTER 4
Tom woke and looked at the clock. It was only a few minutes after 8:00AM, early for him waking this summer, but he had gone to bed early last night, before 11:00PM. He was glad it was Tuesday, his detention was over and he was again a "free man."
He shook his head and half smiled. Mom hadn't budged on any of her list of chores. She woke him at 8:30AM yesterday, told him to get up, make himself breakfast, then get started on cleaning the garage. She then left for the health club and to deliver some paper work to that women's shelter where she did some sort of volunteer work. When she returned at 1:30 and saw that he had mostly lazed around during the morning, only working about an hour cleaning and organizing the garage, she had gotten a little pissed. She then got thoroughly pissed when he said he hadn't worked more because he wasn't sure how she wanted either the garage or basement organized.
She said he knew how to organize. She told him to get back to the garage, checked on him every 20 minutes or so, and ended up sort of actually helping him with the accumulated clutter in the basement. He really hadn't known what to toss and what to keep down there, and discovered she wasn't sure either. Her reoccurring line was, "I'm not sure if your dad would want to keep that, put it in Dad's pile." His repeated line when he'd hold something up and her brow would pinched, was, "Dad's pile?" It soon became a joke. He'd sometimes find something that obviously should be tossed, like a can of dried up paint, hold it up and again say, "Dad's pile?" They'd both laugh.
His father was notorious for holding onto broken furniture and electronics that he said he was going to fix or that "might come in handy some day." Tom had taken two old TV sets out to the curb, one only had picture, the other only sound; and a bunch of half broken or old pieces of furniture. Ironically, except for a broken, old end table, all the stuff magically disappeared from the curb by 7:00PM when they finally finished. The three trash cans were filled with smaller junk.
Near the end of the job, Mom had come up with a new repeated line, "Don't tell your dad we threw that out." They had left some basically useless electronics, an old stereo tuner, a cassette player unit that sometimes chewed up the tape, a turntable that didn't turn, and two large stereo speaker units, Mom saying Dad would probably notice those missing, plus the two TV-less DTV converters. It had been work, but actually a little fun, and it had been much cooler in the basement than upstairs or outdoors.
Dad called just as they finished. He had watched Mom during the brief conversation. Dad couldn't talk long. Mom had seemed nervous during it, but not super nervous. When she hung up, she said Dad was working long hours, had apologized for not calling every evening, and that he told her to say hi for him. She had seemed okay.
After showering, and a quick dinner, she asked him to drive her to the video rental store. She told him to pick out a movie and she would too. He got an action flick, she of course picked some romantic comedy, at least he thought it was supposed to be funny. They watched his first, then he fell asleep on the couch a few minutes into her movie. She shook his shoulder and told him to go to bed, which was why he had gotten to sleep so early. He really had been tired, maybe some of that due to last Friday night.
He realized he hadn't told Mom he was going over to Jimmy's today, to work out in his basement, then probably play some vid games. He figured he should tell her. He was still a little pissed at that cocksucker, but Jim had apologized later Sunday to him alone, saying he wouldn't be so aggressive again if there ever was another polo game.
Tom jumped out of bed, then grabbed his workout shorts and a T. Last week he probably would have just walked downstairs in his boxers, but he thought it best to put on more clothes for the near future.
When he got down to the kitchen area, Mom was standing by the wall countertop, dressed in her workout clothes, drinking a large glass of orange juice. "Hi, Mom."
Mara smiled. "Morning, Tommy. Too bad you fell asleep. That second movie was pretty good."
"Uh-huh." He smiled. "Listen, I wanted to catch you before you left and let you know I'm going over to Jim's to work out in his basement weight room, and then we'll probably play some X-Box. Their AC is working over there."
"All right." She was glad he had made up with Jimmy. "Doesn't Jimmy work this summer?"
"Only part time. Not too many people buying stuff at the big box stores."
"Okay, but you have to mow the lawn today. It looks shaggy. I'm going out with the girls tonight. So do it before 6:00. I don't want them seeing it like that, and they all know you do our yard work. I don't want them thinking you're being nothing but a lazy bum this summer."
He frowned. "Mom, it's not that shaggy."
"Tommy." She stared at him for a couple seconds, then added, "You have to do it today."
Tom sighed, then a moment later the corner of his mouth curled as he looked into Mom's eyes.
"What?"
"This isn't about a shaggy lawn and you being worried what your friends will think. You're second guessing yourself, thinking my detention should have been longer."
"No, I'm not. I..."
Tom chuckled.
Mara clenched her jaw for a moment. She felt her face warm with a blush. She sometimes hated his intuitive ability to read her. "Okay... maybe I'm thinking that, and... okay, I not concerned my friends will think I have an unkempt lawn and a lazy son, but... I want the lawn mowed which you should have done on Saturday but were too hungover."
Tom sighed again. "How about this afternoon? I'd really like to work out this morning with Jim. We spot each other."
"That'd be fine."
Suddenly his mind started racing. "You said you're going out with your friend's tonight?"
Mara was sipping her OJ, she lowered the glass. "Uh-huh."
"Are you going for dinner and drinks, like usual?"
Her brow pinched. "Uh-huh. Why do you ask?"
"I was wondering if you were designated tonight?"
"No, Alison is." Again her brow pinched. "Why did you ask tha..." She frowned. "You planning to wait up for me to see if I come in so drunk I'm vomiting?"
Tom chuckled. "I was thinking about it, but... now that you figured it out, I doubt you'll be upchucking, so... no, I guess not." He wasn't quite sure what he was thinking.
Her face took on a serious expression. "Don't laugh about that, Tommy. I'm still very angry at you about being in that condition."
He sighed and nodded. "I know, Mom. Sorry."
"So... you'll be home to mow the lawn this afternoon?"
"Yes, mam."
"Good." She finished her juice, then rinsed it in the sink. She stepped towards her son. "I'm going to the club. Give me a hug."
Tom's mind was still racing. He closed the gap between them, put his arms around Mom and then kissed the side of her head. He made sure his growing semi didn't touch her. He felt her tap his shoulder. He withdrew his arms. "Have a good workout."
"You too. Will you be here for lunch?"
"Ahhh... yeah, might as well... about 1:00, you know, since I have to mow the lawn so you're not ashamed of it being shaggy, or of me being so lazy."
Mara grinned. "That's right." She giggled and walked to the mudroom, before she entered it she glanced back over her shoulder at Tommy. He was gawking at her ass. As if a switch had been flipped, her pussy clenched. Mara! Stop thinking about last Friday night! She looked forward again.
He knew she had caught him checking her out. Damnit! He opened the fridge door and looked inside. "Drive safe, Mom!"
"I will! You too!" Mara entered the garage.
*
Tom picked up his dish. Mom as usual had made a terrific lunch for him, a chicken sub with a bunch of "healthy" fixings piled on, which he surprisingly liked, fresh spinach, alfalfa sprouts, green peppers, tomato, and who knows what else. She had gotten really good bakery type bread too, with sprinkled crunchy stuff on the crust. He pushed his chair back and stood, glancing at her plate with a half of a fresh peach cut into wedges and a small plastic container of yogurt. He grinned as he headed to the sink.
Mara's hand stopped with a peach wedge half way to her mouth. "Why the smile?"
He started washing his dish. "Well, you make me a fantastic sandwich, but you have a lousy cup of yogurt and a half of a peach. It's kinda funny."
"If I ate like you, Tommy, I'd weigh 250 pounds."
"No you wouldn't. You work out all the freakin' time." He came back to the table and chugged the last half of his lemonade, then went back to the sink.
"I don't have the metabolism of a teenager. I'd be 250 pounds."
"Mom, you have a..." His gut tensed. He shouldn't talk about her body.
"What?"
"You're very ahhh... slim, trim, you look terrific." He smiled. "The other day, Julie asked me when you got married." He kept washing the glass.
"She did? Why?"
"She wanted to know if you had me... well, Denise, when you were eighteen."
Mara shook her head. "She didn't ask that."
"Yeah, she did, but the funny part?"
"What?" She thought he was lying. She frowned. It was one of his dumb jokes.
"She did the math wrong, she said she thought you were 36. Which would then have made you like... sixteen when you had Denise."
"She didn't say that."
"Yeah, she did, Mom. Everyone thinks you look way younger than 41."
She watched him set the glass in the drainer. She shook her head but the corner of her mouth curled. "You still have to cut the lawn, Tommy. You're not getting out of it with flattery and stories you make up."
He chuckled. "I'm not making it up."
"And by the way, I'm 42, so... who can't do math?"
He looked at her, his brow pinched. "You're really 42?"
She rolled her eyes. "You have to do the lawn, now go and do it."
He started wiping his hands in the towel. "Yeah-yeah."
"Don't yeah-yeah me."
He glanced at her from his angle, which gave him a profile view. When she returned from her workout, she had showered and put on mid-thigh baggy shorts and a tank top with a sports bra again. The weather was still so damn hot and he was glad it was. He liked her in tanks. He walked passed her and started pulling his T up.
"Don't forget to put block on."
He kept walking, pulling his shirt over his head, then turning it right side out. "I've got a little tan already. I won't burn. I don't need it."
"Tommy, yes you do. There's a bottle out on the umbrella table. Use it."
He muttered. "Yeah-yeah." He went outside to the umbrella table and laid his shirt over a chair then headed to the lawn mower he had brought out from the garage earlier. Just as he neared the edge of the patio, he heard the door open. He stopped and turned around. Mom was trotting barefoot to the umbrella table. His brow pinched, it was like she was hurrying to answer a phone or something.
Mara grabbed the plastic bottle of block. "Tommy, come back here. I'll do your back."
"I don't need it, Mom."
"Tommy... come back here. You have to put this on. The rays are harmful to skin."
An old memory started to surface. He half smiled. "That smells like girlie stuff." He watched Mom start walking fast towards him. He began backstepping. "I don't want it on me!" He laughed. He saw Mom's teeth clench but a grin appeared too.
"You have to put this on!" She started trotting towards him.
Tom turned and began jogging letting her catch up, then dodged to the left and turned on the speed.
"Tommy! Come back here!"
They ran around the pool and the back and side yards for five minutes, in essence playing 'keep away,' both of them laughing and shouting their appropriate lines. Finally Tom halted near the lawn mower, still laughing.
Mara came up to her son, breathing a bit faster than normal as she opened the squeeze bottle. "Now you got me all sweaty again. I just showered. Turn around." She wiped a glob of sun block on his wet back. "And you're all sweaty too." Her grin disappeared for a moment as her hand smeared the lotion around his trim, muscular back and a vision of his goo spattered, toned chest popped into her mind.
"Get it on even. I don't wanna be streaked."
A smile slowly appeared on Mara's face again, then she muttered, "Yeah-yeah."
Tom laughed again.
*
Tom was in his bedroom. His semi was back again with his thoughts about later. He had showered and put on tan baggy shorts, socks and his sneakers. He was selecting a T shirt when he heard a car turn into the driveway. The horn beeped a few times, then he heard giggles, fairly loud female voices, and car doors closing. He chuckled. The girls' night out. They sounded like girls his age. Last summer he had wondered if when you got to be in your forties, you looked older but you weren't any more mature than you were at eighteen. He heard the doorbell chime repeatedly four times. He smiled and slowly shook his head.
Mara opened the front door and grinned. "Hi girls!"
Betty came in first. "Oh Mara, what a cute skirt."
Linda was next. "Hi Mara, do you have any sea salt? We got a bottle of tequila, the mix, limes, but no salt. We even brought along the right kind of glasses."
Alicia followed. "These two are crazy, we're not mixing margaritas in that little Thai restaurant. I think we should go to Rushfield's."
Betty voiced, "We'll mix it here, not in the restaurant, we have that decanter, limes, even the glasses. I just forgot the salt. And we have to have sea salt."
Mara closed the door. "It does sound like a lot of trouble, Betty. Why don't we just get some wine like we usually do."
Ali spoke, "I still want to go to Rushfield's."
Linda said, "I just want to have a good time tonight. I'm not in the mood for wine."
Mara led the way towards the kitchen area. "I'll look for the salt. Why can't it be table salt?"
Alicia said to no one particular, "I'd need to use to the ladies." She stepped into the half bath off the foyer.
Betty laughed. "It doesn't taste right with table salt, and the granules are too little."
Linda spoke, "I never noticed that, I mean the granule part... mmm... maybe I did."
Tom took off his first T shirt choice, and pulled on a different one. He was smiling. He couldn't make out the excited conversation but he bet it was about something silly. He wondered what they were all wearing, especially Alicia. She was almost as hot as Mom. Actually they were all MILFs. Betty had the biggest tits he had ever seen in real life, well the biggest covered tits in real life. She was a bit on the chunky side though, yet that didn't seem to matter much on her. He had seen her in a bathing suit and she didn't have oatmeal on the back of her thighs or any part of her really curvy figure.
He was glad none of the "girls" were Jim's or Bill's mom. It would have put Mom in a awkward position, or made life hell for Jim or Bill. He knew Mom probably felt a little guilty about not calling their parents about last Friday. She was pretty cool that way, probably because she knew it really wouldn't make any difference.
Tom was very glad for a couple reasons that Julie was driving that night. He knew Mom and Dad cut him slack for sometimes drinking because he never drove drunk, and if he was sober enough to know, never rode with anyone driving who was wasted. They had drilled it into him that he should never drive loaded or ride with anyone who was, not only that it was stupid and dangerous, but he'd be grounded for the rest of his life if he ever did. They also told him to stop anyone from driving in that condition, to just take their keys away and hide them if necessary. He had done that a few times. One time he had gotten into a fight with the drunk guy.
He again thought about his plan for tonight, at the same time telling himself there really wasn't any plan. He adjusted his dick, then headed downstairs. He heard more laughter and more than one female voice speaking at once.
Mara, standing on a chair, shoved another container to the side in the cabinet. "I can't find it. I guess I don't have any. And Betty, quit that."
Betty giggled. Her straightened index finger poked Mara's right bun again. "Linda come over here. Do you believe how tight her ass is?" She poked Mara's butt three times.
Mara swung her hand behind her. "Stop that, Betty!"
Linda laughed. "Mara's not cheap, she buys rounds."
Betty looked at her other friend. "Huh?" She blinked, then laughed. "Oh, I get it! Tight ass... like in cheap!"
Mara shoved one more item. "I don't have sea salt."
Linda said, "Let's just go to Rushfield's. It's more fun there anyway. More... scenery." She grinned.
"Betty, quit doing that!" Mara tried to swat her friend's hand again, but giggled too.
Tom walked into the kitchen area. Mom was standing on a chair. She was wearing a fairly short, light blue skirt he had never seen, with a white, stretchy cotton, scoop neck, short sleeve, pullover top. She was barefoot, no nylons, her lightly tanned, toned, slender legs had a sheen to them though. She was looking in the ceiling-high cabinets, the very top shelf so she was on tip toes. She looked unbelievably hot. He grinned at Betty giggling as she poked Mom's butt with her finger.
"Hi everyone." He almost laughed when Betty yanked her hand away from Mom's ass as if she had been caught with it in the proverbial cookie jar. She looked at him bug eyed. He glanced at her incredible double D's even though he had no idea what her cup size was, they definitely were huge. She had on a loose fitting medium blue, short sleeve top which was scoop necked like Mom's, and a dark blue skirt longer than Mom's. She finally smiled at him as her eyes went back to normal size. He knew Betty was like five years younger than Mom, but they both looked like they were in their early 30's. Mom really did look a lot younger than 42. Actually they both looked the same age as that 30 year old married babe who had moved into the neighborhood last year. He gazed at Mom again. She really did look that young, and had a better body than that 30 year old chick.
Mara set her heels down. "Tommy, do you know where the sea salt is, what cabinet? Have you seen it?"
He grinned. "Yeah, Mom, I know all the weird salt is in the house. I do know exactly where the rock salt is in the garage."
"Don't be smart ass, mister."
"I don't know where it is, Mom." He looked at Betty. "Hi, Mrs. Steffeck." He looked at Linda. "Hi, Mrs. Sloan.
Both women smiled and said hello.
Mara closed the cabinet and stepped off the chair. "Where are you off to?"
He got tense for a moment as he replied, "I thought I'd... probably go over to Steve's for a while, then... I don't know, hang there or... maybe meet up later with Bill and Jim, some other people too maybe."
Mara raised an eyebrow and looked intensely at her son. "Steve's?"
"Yeah... ahh... just for a while probably."
"You have to be home by 12:30, no later."
"Yeah, Mom."
"Tommy, I'm not kidding."
"I know." He flinched when an arm went around his shoulders, and a fairly large breast pressed against his upper arm.
"Tommy, my... you look all grown up."
"Hi, Mrs. Wolf."
"Oh, Tommy, you should call me Ali now. You're going to be a college man soon."
It was a real task not to look down at Mrs. Wolf's cleavage. He was sure she was wearing a push up bra. Her tit felt good against his arm, and they were also good sized, not monsters like Mrs. S's though. "Ahh... okay, Ali."
Betty stepped towards him, then struck a quasi fashion pose near the island counter that accentuated her boobs and butt. She liked being silly once in a while. "Ali's right. You're old enough to skip the Mrs. thing, Tommy, so, I think you should start calling me... Beautiful."
Linda laughed. "And you should call me..." She also vogued. "... Gorgeous."
Tom chuckled, then began to open his mouth to call each of them by their new handles, but Ali spoke before he could.
Alicia glared at Linda then Betty. "You two are making fun of me, but look at him." She hugged him closer and stroked her free hand over his chest, then patted it. "He's a man. He's not a kid anymore. Right, Tom?"
"I'm..." He glanced at his mother now sitting on the chair putting on a high heeled shoe. He couldn't read her expression. She was looking at him then Ali, back and forth, her eyes definitely taking in every detail. "I think... I'm at my new awkward age, I'm eighteen, which... is in between both I think."
Betty laughed. "He's smart too! But I still want you to call me Beautiful."
Tom grinned. "Okay, Beautiful." He watched Betty laugh again and how her big tits jiggled a little. His cock took notice too. Those would be heaven to play with.
Linda smiled. "I've changed my mind, you can call me Linda, Tommy."
"Okay, Linda."
Mara finished with her second pump and stood up. "Everyone, quit harassing my son."
Ali smiled at Mara, then again tightened her arm around Tommy while pushing her chest harder against his upper arm. "He doesn't seem harassed to me." She smiled at the young man. "Are you being harassed, Tom?"
"Ahh... no, I'm ah... fine." His eyes glanced down out of his control, then up to Alicia's face again. She grinned, as if she had just won a game, then pulled her arm from around him and looked at the other women. "So, no mixing of drinks at the restaurant, we go to Rushfield's afterwards, right?"
Linda said, "That's what I want to do."
Mara looked at Betty. "I think we should skip mixing our own."
"Oh, all right." Betty looked at Ali. "You just want to want to win again."
"Me? I never think about that."
All the women burst with laughter.
Tom could tell it was some inside joke that had nothing to do with mixing drinks or going to Rushfield's. The women started moving towards the foyer. He looked at his mother. "So... I'll probably be splitting right after you guys."
"Give me a hug, Tommy."
Tom moved to her and wrapped his arms around her. As he had lately, he made sure his crotch didn't touch her, especially now since his dick had grown quite a bit from Ali's one arm hug and the quick peek at her tits, and of course Betty's monsters.
"Be good, Tommy, and make sure you're home by 12:30."
"Okay, Mom. Have a good time."
"You too." She patted his shoulder and he stepped back.
Betty glanced behind her. "Come on, Mara, let's go." She smiled at Tommy. "See you, Tommy."
"Have a good time, Beautiful."
Betty laughed.
"Bye Ali and you too Linda. Have a great time. Drive safely."
"Bye Tom."
"Thanks, Tommy. You too."
He watched his mother join them. She really was hot and beautiful. As he listened for Ali to drive away, he wondered for the hundredth time if his plan for tonight was something he should do, for a number of reasons it might be good, but he also might be the craziest asshole alive. Then, also for the hundredth time, he tried to convince himself there really wasn't any plan. He grabbed his car keys and left the house.
*
Mara was lying in bed, the door of her room closed. She was wearing the mens tank shirt she'd not worn in ages, no panties as usual. She had faced the window fan so it would blow inward, but the night was still hot and humid so there wasn't much cooling with the fan. She showered again before bed to cool off, and it also seemed to lessen the effect of all the drinks she had tonight, but knew that was probably an illusion.
She was glad Tommy hadn't been home when the girls came in for a nightcap and seen how giggly she and Betty had been, her other two friends hadn't been much better, even Ali who was designated driver. Dinner had been fun, as was having drinks at Rushfield's afterwards. There was always a mellow jazz trio there on Tuesdays. Mara was so happy for Betty. She had finally won the ongoing and very silly bet they all had.
On her way back from the ladies room to their large, round booth, a guy at the bar had asked Betty if he could buy her a drink. Everyone in the booth had seen it so there was no doubt about it. The guy had to be at least ten years younger than her, good looking, even above average looking. The priceless thing regarding it, was that when Betty had looked at the guy, her eyes popped wide and her jaw went slack. They all saw she was stunned. She must have stood there for five seconds before she closed her mouth, looked nervous for a few seconds, then finally smiled and turned on the charm a little, her fingers flipping her hair and obviously saying thank you but declining his offer, and then wishing him a pleasant evening.
What was even funnier, was that when Betty turned and continued towards their booth she put on a facial expression like she was about to faint, then waved her fingers like fan at her throat as if she was "having the vapors." Everyone in the booth cracked up. Mara wasn't sure anyone else noticed, but the thirty-ish guy on the barstool gawked at Betty's ass as she returned to their table.
When Betty finally sat down, all the women pulled out their wallets from purses and each gave Betty a ten dollar bill. What made it a very special event, wasn't only that Betty won for the first time, but also a few minutes later the cocktail waitress came over with four fresh margaritas, saying it was from the "broken hearted gentleman" at the bar. A free round had never happened before, although twice Alicia had gotten a single drink sent over for her by an admirer, but never for the entire table.
Ali had been the one who suggested the silly ongoing bet, a game really. She had won it more than anyone else, something like seven times. Ali had a great figure, probably the best of their group, long, toned legs, C cup boobs, tight tushy, and she usually dressed to highlight her substantial assests yet never looked slutty. She also was the one who flirted a tiny bit from time to time, nothing drastic, just some strategic glances or smiles at men. Mara had won twice, and Linda four times, who also dressed more provocatively than either herself or Betty, but less so than Ali.
Mara knew Betty always got a lot of looks, even though she was a little, well, some months more than a little, overweight. Her boobs were huge, and her figure hourglassy, sensually curvy which Mara thought was very sexy in its own right, and whenever her friend wore something that showed even a little cleavage, almost every man in the bar would rubber neck, geesh they did it without the cleavage. The greatest thing about Betty was that she was completely oblivious to those looks from men. Since Christmas though, Betty had actually lost something like ten pounds. Mara had nagged her more often than usual about meeting her at the health club.
Alicia had joked after the round of drinks arrived, even though Mara thought there was some truth to it, saying that next time she was going to wear a micro-mini, she needed to protect her lead in the game. It was after that free margarita that Mara sort of lost track of how many she was drinking, the other girls did too, except for Ali, she was designated driver, so started ordering virgin margaritas after the free round.
Mara grinned at the twirling ceiling fan, remembering Betty on the couch downstairs later during their nightcap, pulling out the three $10 bills they had given her, setting them on the coffee table, turning them this way and that, tilting her head to one side, then the other, her eyes glued to the bills. Finally Ali asked her what the hell she was doing. Betty said, "I'm thinking of framing these." Everyone exploded with laughter including Betty.
Mara giggled softly. She was so glad Betty was her friend. She always seemed up, always put things into perspective with her humor, and she was always there for her when she really needed a friend.
Mara looked at the clock. 11:53PM. That had only been 45 minutes ago. She took a deep breath and sighed. She hoped Tommy didn't blow it. She had told him to get home no later than 12:30AM. Because he had just been grounded, she'd have to do it again if he was late and she didn't want to do that. She had an out though, she could pretend to be asleep if he was late. It was one reason why she had her bedroom door closed. Yeah, maybe she'd just do that.
She watched the fan blades again. Tommy. She had gotten better, at least when she kept busy, at not thinking about what had happened on Friday, not thinking about how it had felt to hold his manly, beautiful cock, not thinking about how it had looked and felt when he had reached orgasm. So much goo had spurted out. She shut her eyes. No! Stop it! The mental shout was both to rid her mind of the images and to stop repeatedly clenching her pussy. The images remained and instead of stopping the clenching, her hand slid down between her legs and pulled up the thin cotton fabric of the mens tank undershirt. She just wanted to see if she was getting wet, that's all.
Her middle fingertip coursed up and down her slit a few times. It made her labs open up. She was, she was already wet. How could it be that fast? Maybe not that fast. Ever since the girls left, she had been fighting with her mind to keep thoughts of that night dormant. Were thoughts, little fantasies really that bad though? What if she imagined it was some young man, some guy who just happened to look exactly like Tommy, but wasn't Tommy? A guy who had just been dumped by his girlfriend, and somehow she met him, or... whatever, but he looked, spoke, and acted just like Tommy, but wasn't Tommy? It would be a totally different guy with a penis just like his. Then it really would just be a total fantasy, right?
Her fingertip started slowly and gently circling her clit. She knew her thinking was foggy at best considering all the drinks she had consumed, but it really seemed it would be okay to fantasize like that, because it really wouldn't be Tommy. His name would be... would be... well, he didn't need a name! Yes... yes, it wouldn't be pervy then, it would be a guy who looked just like him, with that.... god, that alluring cock, that thick... hard... beautiful... stiff... eager... throbbing... wonderfully helmeted... full of so much cum... cock.
Her fingertip moved a little faster. She exhaled and started taking quicker breaths. He was the perfect height for her too, a little over 5'-9" to her 5'-4". She could wear her slutty, high spiked pumps and be almost eye to eye with him. She couldn't recall the last time she wore them. Once? Years ago for some business dinner thing Phil dragged her to? It didn't matter. No, the pumps didn't matter either, her feet would be bare, well... unless... no... no, he wouldn't want to do that, he wasn't randy Randy.
No, they'd be in bed, in an air conditioned room, naked. She'd... she'd have to take him in her mouth before anything else... yes, she needed to know how that beautiful helmet would feel in her mouth. How wide would she have to open her mouth? Oh god... yessss.... yessss... feel it in my mouth, taste it.
Her hips pushed up without her thinking. She moved her fingertip side to side over her engorged clit. Would he want to lick her? Yes, somehow she was sure he'd want to lick her. When was the last time Phil did? That doesn't matter! She's with nameless, handsome, wonderful, hot Nameless. His cock in her mouth, oh god, she'd try to give him so much pleasure, with her tongue, sucking him, sliding her mouth up and down taking as much of that stiff, thick love muscle into her mouth as she could, and she was sure... yes... yes, while it was in her mouth, she'd be thinking about how it was going to feel in her...
She heard a car, then another car pull into the driveway. It sounded funny, the blades of the window fan chopping up the sounds up somewhat. She yanked her hand away from her wet pussy, and slid to Phil's side of the bed to get to the window. She got up and stumbled, realizing she was more inebriated than she thought. At the window she looked down to the driveway. It was Tommy's car and Billy's car. She wondered what they were doing. She didn't think they'd come inside. Didn't Billy have a summer job either? She was fairly sure Tommy said he did. What...
Mara tensed. Julie was getting out from the driver's side of Tommy's car. The passenger door was opening. Tommy stepped out and almost fell down. THAT IDIOT! Her jaw clenched. After what just happened less than a week ago! I'll kill him! I'LL KILL HIM!
Her anger went down a notch, in fact she almost smiled. Julie was obviously telling him off. She was even poking his chest with her finger. Tommy was shrugging, probably saying he hadn't meant to drink so much. Yeah, some lie like that! Again she almost smiled. Julie's hand cupped his chin to raise his head up. Her other hand had a finger pointing very close to his face, then her hands went to her waist, her arms cocked outward. Mara saw Tommy nodding as if agreeing. Julie then gave him a quick hug pulled back, turned sideways, and with a straight arm pointed to the house. Julie watched him walk for a few seconds, then rushed to Billy's car, got in the passenger side and the car slowly backed out onto the street.
Mara's jaw was clenched again. She started to walk around the bed and heard the front door opening. She stopped and looked at what she was wearing. She knew her nipples would show under the thin ribbed cotton. She felt between her legs. Oh god. She was wet on her inner thighs. She wondered if Tommy would pick up the scent? She was fresh. She wasn't sure. Randy had said that he could. Why is he suddenly coming to mind all the time now! I haven't thought of him in... in over 20 YEARS! She exhaled sharply, then started towards the master bath. She'd put on her thick terry robe and... again she stopped. Tommy was coming up the stairs, it sounded like he had just bumped into the wall. I'm going to KILL that boy!
Again her anger started to dissipate. This really wasn't like him at all. Yes, he'd come home drunk sometimes, but that was at most once every few months. Yes, he'd be tipsy more often than that, maybe once or twice a month, but not drunk, not swaying on his feet, at least not when he had been going out with Marcia. Marcia. That's why he was drunk now. She heard his footsteps pass her door and head to his room. What had she almost decided a few minutes ago? To pretend to be asleep? Forget the confrontation?
She tip toed back to her bed and sat on the edge. What if tonight was a repeat of last Friday? What if he was crying again and she went to talk to him and then he grabbed her hand and put it on his cock? Would she yank her hand away, slap him, leave the room? She closed her eyes and slowly exhaled. She didn't trust herself. She also stopped kidding herself about what she had just been doing. She had been masturbating thinking about sucking Tommy's cock, not some Nameless cock. She had been getting excited, wet, thinking about having sex with him, about him licking her pussy, about having his cock not only inside her mouth, but...
Oh god... what is WRONG with me? She heard more noises. He was walking across the hall to the bathroom. She heard the door close, then the button lock pushed. Maybe he was stroking his cock to relieve his... The shower came on. He was going to shower. It was hot and muggy. Would a drunk Tommy bother with taking a shower? How am I supposed to know the answer to that?! She rolled her eyes.
She pressed her thighs together. She closed her eyes and shook her head when she felt a tiny tingle. She couldn't go out there to yell at him or even ask him if he was okay. The bottom line is that she was tipsy if not drunk too at the moment, and... Truth time, Mara! Tell yourself the truth! The truth was that in the state she was, both horny and tipsy, she didn't trust herself.
Did she really think she'd do anything sexual with her son? No, not really, she really didn't think she would, she wasn't some insane, perverted mom, but only five days ago if she had tried to imagine some scenario where she'd willingly, and yes, it had been willingly, have stroked her son's erection to orgasm, she never, NEVER would have been able to imagine any way or time or situation where she would have done that, yet, just last Friday she had done it.
She glanced at the door. She didn't have to go out there to catch him drunk, she'd just tell him tomorrow that she had heard him staggering up the stairs and that she was so angry she didn't get up... something like that. And that was actually all true. She exhaled. She really didn't want to ground him for all the reasons she had for not giving him more than a couple days regarding his drunkenness last Friday. She wanted him out of the house having fun, not getting depressed locked up in his bedroom, pining away for that damn Marcia. She exhaled again. Marcia was a nice girl, it just hadn't worked out. She blinked. What had he pushed her about?
She closed her eyes and shook her head for a moment. Why was it that Phil seemed to ALWAYS be out of town when there was some crisis going on at home? Was it really like that? Yes... well, it seemed like that at least. She glanced at the sweating tumbler on the night table, 3/4 full, the last of the margaritas Betty had made when they came in for the nightcap, the cubes had probably melted. Mara slid her bottom closer to the table, reached for the glass and took a gulp. It was still cold, the cubes had shrunk though. She set the glass down and looked at her pillows, frowned, then slid again on the sheet and lay on her back.
She watched the spinning ceiling fan. She noticed both fans didn't really make much noise. The ceiling fan was silent. Had she been bad ten minutes ago imagining a clone of Tommy? Had she been a bad girl? She started to smile remembering how Randy would ask her that every few days-- Has Mara been a bad girl today? Does Mara need a... The smile that had started, vanished and her brow pinched. Why AM I thinking about him so much since... Friday night?
Of course there was a connection to Tommy, but Randy didn't look, talk, nor act like Tommy at all. Her stomach tightened when she suddenly realized what it was. It had been hidden for the past few days. No... NO... it's just her imagination now! She had no idea what kind of lover Tommy would be. So, why did she feel if not think he'd be a little like Randy. Randy was an asshole, but... okay, he had been super hot in bed, but he was a jerk, an ass, and Tommy wouldn't be like him, he WASN'T like him at all. The similarity was... Oh my god. The similarity was in her reaction to him, not what he was doing, saying, or really anything he did. It was the way she had felt with him last Friday, that was it. It wasn't Tommy reminding her of Randy, it was the way she had felt Friday that reminded her of how she'd sometimes feel around Randy! Yes, that was it, but... wait...
Was there something similar to Randy in Tommy? Oh my god. His eyes. The past couple days... no... no, it was the past couple years, Tommy had looked at her the way Randy had sometimes. Ohmygod... is that it? She had basically ignored Tommy eyes when they took on that intensity, that almost lustful look. She had brushed it off to raging teenage hormones, but... hadn't it at least a tiny bit excited her, a tiny bit taken her breath away, a tiny bit made her feel self-conscious? Hadn't it given her at least a tiny bit of a thrill?
No, Tommy wasn't demanding like that ass Randy, but... Friday night, hadn't he been demanding, but in a soft manner? He barely held her hand when he moved it and yet she had given in so easily, as if he had it chained to his own hand. How she had felt compelled to do, and wanted to do whatever he told her to do. Oh my god... oh my god. Her breathing quickened. Luckily she heard the shower go silent, then another thump on the wall, not a loud one, probably another inebriated sway. It broke her train of thought.
She closed her eyes and took a slow deep breath. She knew her thinking was laced with alcohol, imagining things, connections where there probably weren't any. She was tipsy, she shouldn't be thinking about anything important right now. Hopefully she'd forget it all by tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow, and now she should just go to sleep. Go to sleep, Mara!
She heard the hall bath door open, a few steps, then Tommy's bedroom door close. Good. He was going to bed.
She knew two things for sure. She'd have to talk to Tommy tomorrow about his drinking again. And, she herself shouldn't have drunk so much tonight. She glanced at the tumbler. She propped herself up on her elbow, reached for it, took a sip, then lay back again.
She tried to rid her mind of all thoughts, but a minute later, the Friday night images started creeping back into her mind. She fought them, tried to make them disappear. She wasn't going to touch her pussy. The minutes passed, maybe five, and then she heard Tommy's bedroom door open, more steps, the bathroom door closing, the shower turning on again.
Her brow pinched. Two showers? What is he doing? She started seeing him in her mind, his naked body, his stiff, oh so thick cock, water running down his chest, his manhood slightly bobbing with each beat of his heart. What would it be like to be in there with him? Soaping his muscles, gazing at his beautiful, rock hard sex, holding the head maybe, while her other hand soaped his testicles, then...
She realized her finger was on her clit again. She didn't move it, just took a slow deep breath. She was tired of fighting it. She felt her slit. She was gooey wet. This would be the last time she'd think of him, the very last time, but she had to tonight, then never again. Her fingertip returned to her clit. She realized she didn't hear the shower anymore. The bathroom door opened. A tiny bit more light seemed to come into the room. She glanced at the bottom of her door. Tommy had turned on the hallway light. Her finger kept working her clit. Why is the light on? She heard him go into his room. Her finger rubbed her pink button faster. Oh god... his cock is so beautiful... so hard... so wonderfully thick. How would it feel inside me? Mara almost smiled. It would feel oh so good.
Tom put on his fresh baggy sweat shorts. He patted the side pocket, then took a breath. He could still taste whiskey in his mouth. He knew he should stop himself, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. He stepped into the hall again, and weaved down towards Mom's room, his shoulder hit the wall then dragged along it for a moment. He wondered if her door was locked. He'd knock then... maybe he should knock anyway? He tried the handle. It wasn't locked. Without more debate, he opened the door just enough for him to stick his head in, a soft stream of hallway light sliced into the room. Was that her hand pulling down her nightshirt? He half whispered, half spoke at a normal volume, "Mom? Mom, you 'wake?"
Mara was frozen. Had he seen her playing with herself? Should she answer him? Oh god, what should I do?! She had her eyes closed but now raised her lids ever so slightly. She saw him in the doorway, relieved he had shorts on. What should I do? What should I do?! The door opened wider, more light spilled into the room. She held her breath and felt her heart start racing as she watched Tommy step into the room. He was weaving a little. He was coming to the bed. Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!
Tom crouched close to the bed near the night table. He again half whispered, "Mom? Mom, you 'wake?"
She knew she was a little drunk herself, but she was positive she smelled whiskey on his breath. She still wasn't sure what to do! Her body stiffened when she felt his hand on her upper arm, lightly grip and give her a little shake.
"Mom? You a-wake? I... I did somethin' sshtupid."
All her previous thoughts were instantly forgotten. Oh my god! What did he do?! She pushed herself up onto her elbows. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"I'm sorry. I-I was jus' so fuckin' schtupid." He bowed his head.
Mara got scared. She moved to the edge of the mattress and then threw her legs over the side and sat up. She put her hands on either side of Tommy's head and raised it. "What happened? Did you... Did... Tell me what happened?" Her stomach knotted. What could he have done?! Her first thought was that he got drunk then went over to Marcia's house and did something dumb. "Tell me what happened, Tommy."
He moved over a little so he was in front of her knees. "I went over to Schteve's, and I had some whiskey. I... I'm drunk again. I'm schorry, Mom. I know I jus' promised you, but... I was thinkin' 'bout Marcia... and... I know, I promised I wouldn't drink, I'm schorry. You... you should ground me about it. I shcrewed up again. It was shtupid. But... but I had Julie drive my car, and like she was slike toe-lee sober, she di'n't have anything to drink."
He held his breath as he lay his profile on Mom's naked, warm thighs. "I'm shorry... I'm really shorry, Mom." His arm moved to the bed, and curved around her on the sheet. "I know you're mad, you should be, but I'm sorry. I really am." He turned his head to the other profile, smearing his face across the smooth skin of her thighs. His cock lurched in his shorts. He shifted to his knees and lowered his ass to his heels.
Mara's heart was racing, her lips were parted, her eyes wide. She still had her hands on Tommy's head. Her pussy was clenching over and over again. "Tommy, you..." Her mind was reeling. She suddenly had no cogent thoughts. She had been scared, then when he said he had just been drinking and hadn't done anything like run over someone with the car, she had relaxed, then suddenly his head was on her thighs. "Tommy, you... should..."
He interrupted, "Mom, I know you're mad. I'm shorry, really." He twisted his head again, once more stroking his face across her warm skin.
SAY SOMETHING! "We'll... You..." She shut her eyes and swallowed. "We'll talk about... about it, in... um... the-the morning, Tommy. You-you should go to bed now." She looked down. She saw her hand was stroking through his hair. Her breathing got more ragged.
"I tried, Mom. I tried."
"Tried? Tried what?"
"I tried to get to shleep. I can't... I can't. It's like... slike every night."
Visions of his beautiful cock with her hand around it flashed in her mind once again. Her breathing quickened. "Tommy... you-you... have to go to bed."
"Mom... I can't shleep." He quietly pulled his arm from the mattress down to the side of the bed. "Mom... last Friday... Could you give me a massage."
"Tommy... Tommy, no. I-I-I can't do that." More visions of his cock coursed through her mind.
Tom's other arm came down from the mattress, then as his head again turned to the other side and he shifted his ass. He made sure his lips were wet when they ran over her smooth, warm thighs. "Please, Mom. Jus'... jus' a li'l. Jus'... for a few seconds."
Her breathing was getting more erratic. It had after each time he turned his head. She realized his mouth was inches away from her wet pussy. She couldn't stop thinking about that. She felt his left arm slide onto the mattress again and move around her bottom, his forearm pressed against her ass, his palm flattened against her hip. She involuntarily squirmed. "Tommy... no..." She panted a few breaths. Her mind was in so much turmoil she wasn't even sure what she was saying no to anymore. His arm on the bed?
"Mom, please... just a li'l. I can't do it myself, and it aches, it really does. Jus' a little... please, Mom. I have some lotion, jus'... jus' put some lotion all over it for me. Please, Mom... please."
She felt his arm move again, retreating the way it had come but then his hand gently but firmly took hold of her right hand. He started to stand. "Tommy... umm... um..." Her eyes popped wide, then her mouth opened in shock. She was staring at his naked cock! He had pulled his sports shorts down! The thick spear was pointed at an angle directly at her face. In the odd light from the hallway she could see a puddle of clear semen on the tip. "Tommy..." She watched his right hand open and she saw a plastic bottle of gel lubricant. He squeezed a large dollop on the bulbous helmet and along the top of the staff, then set the bottle on the night table near her drink.
"Mom? Please... please just rub that in for me, rub the gel all over it. Like sun block. Please, Mom."
As had happened Friday night, the sight of his incredibly thick cock mesmerized her. As if she was having an out of body experience, or maybe watching a movie, she saw her hand which seemed not connected to her, guided by Tommy's hand, move to his wondrous manhood. She felt the coolness of the gel on her palm, then saw her fingers and thumb try to encircle the thick rod. Her thumb couldn't touch any of her fingertips. Tommy's hand gently nudged hers. She started stroking him.
"Oh god... Mom... yeah."
For a moment she wondered where all the screaming voices telling her to stop had gone. All she could think about was his cock, how beautiful and alluring it was. What she now wondered about was how it would feel in her mouth, what it might feel like in the rest of her too. She licked her lips. She only vaguely felt his hand lift her left one. His legs parted more, and guided her left hand to his balls. Her fingers caressed the two large nuggets. They felt hot and firm. She fondled them, but her eyes weren't long away from what her other hand was doing. She squeezed harder on the upstroke and forced more clear, slippery semen out the large urethra. Again she licked her lips. She felt his hand move her other from his balls and place it on the side of his muscular thigh.
Tom slid his hand up his mother's slender, toned arm to her shoulder, then into her hair, running his splayed fingers through it, making it look a little wild, then his palm caressed the back of her neck. Fingertips stroking up into her hair there, then down her spine as far as they could reach from her shoulder, then up again into her hair. His fingertips pressed ever so slightly at the back of her head.
Mara felt the gentle pressure. She knew what he wanted, and she knew it was what she wanted too. That gentle touch might as well have been shove, it had nearly the same effect. She leaned forward. Her lips parted, her mouth opened slightly. The first thing she did she had to do. Her tongue appeared and like a kitten lapping milk, she flickered her tongue on the tip, lapping up the growing puddle of clear semen, then began licking the entire big head, sometimes her lips brushing against the alluring form. There was a subtle taste of mint that baffled her for a moment, then she realized it was the gel. She became aware of Tommy's ragged breathing and her own. Her tongue retracted slightly, as her mouth opened more, so just the inner portions of her lips gently touched the deep read head of his wondrous cock while her tongue tickled, licked, and swirled around the tip.
Tom groaned, "Urrrrrrrhhhh... gohhhhd... Mommmm."
She felt Tommy's hand move, cupping the back of her neck, caressing it. She knew what he meant, and what he wanted. Again, she did too. Her mouth opened wider, and her face moved forward slightly as she engulfed the big head of his manhood. She started sucking automatically, her tongue still working around the smooth form.
Tom growled, "Urrrhhh... yeahhhhhh."
Mara's mouth was open larger than she ever had to do before to receive a cock, but she realized something. Tommy's cock was very thick, but not as thick as she had first thought. She must have been comparing it to Phil's erections over the past seven years or so. They weren't as large or hard as they had been when they were dating and in their early marriage. But, yes, Tommy's was really thick, the thickest ever, it might even be the longest ever too, but only by a tiny fraction. She was concerned about scraping him with her teeth.
Oh god, it was so beautiful, so incredibly manly. She loved the feel of it in her mouth. She wished it was because of her that it was so hard. Was it? Was it because of her? Her lips started moving down from the crown, sliding, hugging close. Her hand started moving up from his base to meet her lips. She took as much as she could into her mouth without gagging.
"Urrrrhh... god... Mom... that... feels so damn good." Tom started running his hands into her soft, medium brown hair. He didn't want to push or pull her head at all, he hoped he'd keep to that rule he had made for himself.
Mara slid her mouth back towards the head. She felt her lips slide over the ridge of the helmet and up to the tip, she pulled her lips off, and swallowed a few times. She whispered, "God... you're so big, so... hard."
She engulfed the head again, swirled her tongue around the smooth helmet, then slid her "O" down again, faster than before, same with her hand stroking up again from the base. She bobbed a half dozen times, then pulled off the tip again, gasping a few deep breaths while her hand on his thigh moved to the staff, both her hands twisting around his girth in opposite directions while she took a few more breaths. She removed one hand which fondled his balls again. Her mouth opened wide, engulfed his manhood, her bobbing increased tempo, and when her "O" made shorter slides just over the ridge of the helmet, her other hand returned to Tommy's thickness, both her hands twisting again. Her tongue swirled around the smooth, bulbous head.
"Urrrrrhhhh." Tom was in seventh heaven. Marcia had never done it like this. He was hoping to last a long time but he knew that was going to be impossible. "Mom... mom... I'm... gettin' close."
His words seemed to invigorate Mara, increase her need to please him and gratify her own cravings. Her left hand returned to his thigh. Her lips tightened more around him, and slid down his thick manhood slowly taking more and more into her mouth. When the head reached her throat, she pulled back and started bobbing once more, finding that the faster she did it, the less the tip bothered her at the beginning of her throat, her gag reflex diminished. Her hand kept pace with her mouth, meeting her lips in perfect mirrored rhythm. Her other hand moved to his firm ass. She felt his hips start to rock slightly. Her hand encouraged him.
"Ohhhh fu-uuuuck," Tom groaned as his right hand gripped a handful of hair at the back of her head. His left hand dropped to his side and formed a fist.
"Mmmmmmmmh," Mara hummed into Tommy's hot, hard manhood. Her pussy was repeatedly clenching. She started wondering if she might peak when he did. Some part of her alcohol fogged mind knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she also knew at her core she'd not be able to stop herself. She felt that old thrill, that nearly forgotten thrill. Tommy's hips were rocking, pushing and pulling his cock slightly, he was fucking her mouth. His hand gripped her hair tighter, and yes, he was pulling her head towards him, but mostly it was his hips moving. He wasn't holding so tightly she couldn't pull her head back if she wanted. How did he know all this? "Mmmmhhhhh."
"Urrrrh... ahhhhrrrr... Mommm... ahh... Mommm... I'm gonna... you better.... pull... pull back." He released her hair and gripped her shoulder. "Urrrrrrrh!"
Mara quickly slid her "O" up and off the tip. Her jaw was very tired. She didn't pull her face away though. Her lips were parted, her mouth still half open, and her tongue tip was frantically flickering on the very tip of his cock right at the big hole, while her hand stroked the thick rod furiously. She moved her free hand to cup his sack, feeling his balls. She wanted to know if they would close up to his body as he reached orgasm.
"It's... it's... I'm gon... MOM!"
Mara felt his balls tighten, her tongue never stopped flickering, her hand kept squeezing and stroking his length until she felt his surge travel up his love muscle, then held it steady. Her head flinched with the first stream of hot cream as it covered her tongue, shot into her mouth and when her head twitched it also dappled her cheek. She held still for the second surge, it again coated her tongue and spewed into her mouth, when her hand felt the third ripple start up his shaft, her mouth opened wide, she quickly engulfed the head and started sucking as hard as she could.
"OH FUCK... Yee-ahhhh. Fu-uck!" Tom knew he was unloading a gallon of jiz. Even though he had wanted to, he hadn't beat off since Saturday afternoon.
Mara thought she'd be ready for the amount of cum but it was a frenzy of swallowing for her to keep up with what Tommy was pumping into her sucking mouth. Some leaked out and drooled down to her chin, a line of it hanging off, dangling. Finally she felt Tommy's last surge. He grunted loudly, then she heard his loud gasps for breaths. She kept sucking, but lessened the intensity. Her hand which had stopped at the base, now slowly stroked up his length, pushing residue sticky seed up towards the tip until it drooled onto her tongue. She pulled her face back swallowing a half dozen times, gasping her own breaths for ten seconds or so before she took the head into her mouth again, sucking lightly while her tongue swirled around the still firm form of the helmet.
"Oh... god... Mom... that... was... unbelievable." He took a few more quick breaths. "Lean back... Lean back, Mom."
"Mmmmh." Mara was still sucking, her mind was reeling so much she wasn't sure what Tommy meant.
He had never done it before but knew he had to now, in fact he wanted to now. His hands went to Mom's head, held it firmly, then without warning, he jerked his hips back. POP! His cock exited her mouth, but her hand was still holding it.
Mara gasped more breaths, wiped her chin and cheek, then swallowed. "Did I hurt you?" His answer was movement.
Tom pulled her hand off his cock, then quickly knelt down. His hands went to the sides of her head, then he did what he never had before. His face moved in, his lips met hers, and his tongue pushed inside her mouth, tasting her, but also tasting his own cum. He had never tasted it before.
Mara, not sure why, tried to pull back, but Tommy held her head. It took a few seconds, but her tongue finally started dancing with his. Her thighs seemed to automatically open, and the next moment his hands slid to the sides of her chest, then around and down her back, cupped the cheeks of her ass and yanked her towards him. His bare chest mashed against her breasts. Finally she raised her arms and corralled his neck. She shifted slightly closer to him and her hot, wet slit pressed against his bare abdomen. "Mmmmhhh," she moaned into his mouth. Her body, mind, and senses were overloaded, her entire being was swirling in some sort of erotic cauldron.
The deep kiss lasted only a minute, both of them had to pull away to gulp air.
Tom's voice rasped, "Lay back."
"Huh? What do you..." She was interrupted by Tommy's hand on her upper chest pushing her down. Her arms stayed around his neck pulling him along as she reclined, but he arched his back, raising away and her arms slid off his shoulders. "Tommy, wha..." Again his movement interrupted her, his hands cupped behind her knees, and without warning her legs rose and folded back, her knees close to her shoulders. She was still huffing breaths. "Tommy, what are you d..." Her body jumped. "Tommy! Nnnnn..." She had wanted to scream No, but didn't know why, plus the instant pleasure caught the little word in her throat. Tommy's tongue was buried inside her pussy, doing a frenetic dance. Mara moaned, "Ohhhhh... gohhhhhhd."
Again Tom was in erotic heaven. He had dreamed of this too. She was so wet and fresh tasting. He always knew she'd be exactly like this. He pulled his tongue from her slippery warmth, and concentrated on her clit. It felt much larger than Marcia's and somehow he had known it would be.
Mara's arms extended outward, grasping handfuls of the sheet tightly as her neck arched driving the back of her head into the mattress. "Ohhhhhh... oh gohhhhhd."
He worked her clit for another minute, then plunged his tongue again into her honeyed hollow, swirling, poking, curling. Mom's hips started squirming and her movement quickened the ongoing swelling of his cock. He slid his tongue to her pink pearl once more, stroking against it harder, but slower than before. Mom started trembling. He quickened the pace of the stokes and her quivering intensified. He slipped his tongue down along her slit as he pushed her folded legs back more making her ass rise from the sheet. His tongue didn't stop, but slid passed the end of her glistening labs onto her torrid, squinting, little orifice.
Mara's body stiffened as she felt his wet, slippery tongue rubbing right on her anus. "Tommy! Nnnnnnn.... ohhhhhh... oh-my-god!" Her body started twitching and shaking harder. No one's tongue had ever touched her there.
He swirled his lingual phallus a dozen times on the torrid, pursed hole, then pulled his face up for a moment. "Hold your legs back, lace your arms around your calves."
"Wha... what?"
"Hold your legs back, lace your arms around your lower legs."
She let go of the sheet and did as he said. She felt his palms slide and then his fingertips rake down the backs of her thighs which sent a shiver down to her core. His tongue was still rubbing her little hole, then she felt his index fingers on her labia, spreading and stretching them flat against her trimmed muff. His tongue moved and started giving slow, broad strokes first to one pussy lip, then the other. Mara moaned again. It was as if he wanted to touch and taste ever square centimeter of her sex. No guy had ever done that before. "Mmmmmmhhhhh." Once, twice, thrice, then his fingers released her lips. His mouth covered her sex, and again she felt something new. He sucked her labia into his mouth, she could feel the suction while his lips and tongue massaged her trapped sex. "Ohhhhhhh... ohhhhh mmmmmhh." Her body started trembling non-stop.
His throat muscles and tongue were getting tired but he desperately wanted her to have the best orgasm of her life. He released her labs, then pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her channel, swirling and lapping as before, then once again he moved it to her large, pink gem. His tongue attacked it with abandon; passionate, quick strokes, pushes, diddles, swirls, then speedy licks for over a minute. He felt Mom's trembling intensify. He finally corralled her pearl with his lips and sucked gently as his tongue tip wiggled a frenzied dance on it.
"AHHH! Oh-oh-OHH-H!" Mara went into convulsions inside and out. Her orgasm gripped her body tightly, jerking her, making her shake, it almost seemed painful, but it was the exact opposite, it felt better than pleasure, it was like a catharsis of pleasure, a dam of pleasure bursting, as if all her sexual tension and frustrations for the past five or more years suddenly morphed into incredible erotic delight, flooding and ovewhelming her body.
When he thought she had peaked and was on the downward slope of her orgasm, he moved his tongue away from her pink bud and once more pushed it as deep as he could into her slick channel. Her body tensed and then resumed the more jerky motions. He quickly moved his tongue down onto her hot asshole, this time trying to push the tip inside.
"Oh god! Nnnnnnnnn... uhhhhh... uhhh... uh... n-n-nnnnnnnhhh!" Mara tried to move away from his mouth, but she still couldn't get her shaking body to respond to her commands.
Her torrid, little orifice was too tight and his throat muscles couldn't take any more abuse. He slid his oral phallus through her slippery labs again, then gave her clit a half dozen slow licks, making Mom twitch hard each time. Panting and gasping breaths, he finally turned his face to the side and rested his profile against her pubic mound.
He tried to speak, but had to swallow a few times first. He smiled. She had really been wet, he had swallowed her dew, not as much as she had eaten of his spunk though. "Let your legs down." He wasn't sure she heard him, but a few moments later her legs lowered, spread to get around him, bent at the knee and her feet were flat on the carpeting. He had wanted them draped over his shoulders, but didn't move them.
Mara took a deep breath before speaking, "What... what did you do to me?"
Tom knew this was the part when it could all go bad. He turned his head and looked up at Mom's face, but he only saw her chin. "I kissed you. I gave you a special, loving kiss." He held his breath.
Mara was still in the vestiges of her orgasm. She still wasn't thinking clearly. At the moment, she wasn't considering the ramifications of what they had just done, she wasn't married, she wasn't with her son; she was with her lover who had just given her an incredible orgasm. Her response to his answer was to release a soft giggle.
Tom exhaled and relaxed but not that much. He knew he was treading in an emotional minefield. He gave her pussy a warm kiss with a few quick licks. She twitched again. He looked up but still didn't see her face. "Mind if I come up there with you?"
"Uh-uh." Mara was still trying to catch her breath. Remnants of her orgasm continued coursing through her.
He wasn't sure if that meant -- yes, she minded, or, no, she didn't. If it was the former, it was over anyway. He stood then set his knee on the mattress, bent towards Mom, pushed his arm under her upper back, then leaned off the bed, got his other arm under her knees and started lifting her, Mom asking what he was doing over and over again. He didn't fully pick her up, she didn't help at all, her body was limp for the most part, but he was able to get her legs fully on the bed, her head was on a pillow and her legs pointed down to the foot of the mattress. Halfway through the maneuver she had stopped talking and giggled softly again. He wondered how much she had to drink with her friends and what was in the glass on the table. He lay next to her on his side.
He took a chance and moved in for a kiss. She didn't turn away. His lips were warm and romantic, then his tongue pushed into her mouth. It took a few seconds but hers responded. He slid his hand onto her chest and caressed her breasts. It made her tongue dance faster. Maybe she was going to be fine with everything. He prayed that was the way it would go. He cupped her left breast as his thumb stroked over her erect nipple. She moaned into his mouth, and her back arched upward a little as if presenting her tits for him. A few moments later her back settled onto the mattress again.
He continued the kiss as he started working her tank shirt up her body. He held his breath until Mom again arched her back to help him get the shirt higher. With a few more twists and turns of her body he got it over her breasts. He broke the kiss, breathing hard, quickly folded his legs forward, sat back on his heels and leaned over her, his hands pulled her shirt higher. When Mom raised her arms towards the ceiling and twisted her torso to help, he worked the shirt over her head. She giggled for a moment as her hair got mussed. As he slid the shirt up her raised slender, toned limbs, a momentary vision of her hands tied to the head board popped into his mind. The actual sight and the imaginary one both made his cock swell to a full erection again. He tossed the shirt to the side, then slid down next to her again, lower than her on the mattress so his face was parallel with her tits. He gazed at her nipples.
Mara saw where his eyes were focused. "They're... they're flatter when I lay down."
"Mom... your breasts are gorgeous." His gut tightened for a moment. He told himself not to call her 'Mom' too much. His hand on her tummy slid upward on her moist skin to her far breast, cupping the side, then his thumb began stroking over the erect nipple. It was much larger than Marcia's. He heard Mom take a quick breath. His face descended, his mouth replaced his thumb, covering her aureola, sucking, his tongue rubbing on her fingertip sized nub. He heard her moan, then felt her hand on the back of his head caressing him. He felt a bit more pressure from her palm. He sucked harder. It elicited another moan from Mom.
Tom kept sucking and stimulating Mom's nipple and breast as his body moved. He slid his body above hers, his face still at her breast. His elbows kept the majority of his weight off her abdomen but not her pussy mound. He could feel her hot wet slit and her trimmed muff. Her legs were spread slightly allowing his now rigid, throbbing cock to lay on the cotton sheet, the head not close to touching her cunt. His right hand cupped her left breast, that thumb stroked over and diddled her twin nipple as he kissed, sucked, and lapped the one at his mouth. A minute later, his mouth slid to her other pliant mound. Without thinking he sucked the nipple harder than he had the first, then twisted his face.
"Oh-h-h-hhhh," Mara's moan almost sounded like a whimper. Her neck arched pushing her the back of her head into the pillow. Her fingers closed on Tommy's hair.
Tom immediately released her nub. Mom was breathing quicker again. "Did... did I hurt you?"
"No... no, honey, it felt good."
Her answer made his throbbing rod lurch. His hands moved. Pushing her pliant mounds together, somewhat like some push up bra, but more, so her nipples were much closer to one another. They seemed to stand up even higher. His mouth descended to the nipple he had just released. He sucked and tongued her pink stub more ardently than before, but reminded himself not to be too rough. Again her neck arched, her hand once more gripped his hair. His mouth moved the few inches to her other nipple, sucking even harder, then without thinking, his teeth clamped outside her aureola. Mom flinched.
"Urh!'
Again he quickly raised his head. "Sorry."
Mara spoke breathlessly, "No... I like that... but... not that hard."
Once more his cock lurched at her words. His mouth went back to her pink stub, licking, sucking, giving her flesh brief bites, not as hard as before. Each time Mom trembled and moaned. He moved back to her other mound, nipping, suckling, rasping her nipple harshly with his tongue for nearly a half minute, then turned his attentions to the other again, back and forth, back and forth. Sometimes his abs pushed and swayed agaisnt her pussy.
"Urrrhhh.... yesss... oh... mmmh... mmh." Mara's toes were curling, her breathing was ragged again, sometimes when her neck arched, Tommy would stop sucking her nipple and kiss her throat and shoulders, while his thumbs rubbed both her nipples. Her right hand went to his head too. She moaned, "Mmmh... oh... yes." She started arching her back when she wanted to feel a little bite. Tommy caught on nearly immediately. The rest of the time she was pushing and squirming her pubis against his abdomen. It felt like her clit was shivering with hot tingles as she rubbed it against him.
Tom needed to be inside her. This seemed light years hotter than any time with Marcia. Was some of it because he had thought about this for years? Was it because he actually loved Mom more than he did Marcia? Was it due to the fact that he knew how freakin' taboo this was and that put it on some higher erotic level? He didn't know or care about the answers right now, all he knew was that he needed to have his cock in her.
He continued kissing and sucking her nipples and tits, as his hips rose and his back arched to move his cock closer to her pussy. He slowly lowered his throbbing rod against her slickened slit, then stroked up between her labs and over her large pearl.
Mara moaned as her hips rose to meet the stroke of Tommy's thick, hard cock. Her body shook when it slid over her clit. Her eyes were shut, she was gasping breaths. Oh god, she wanted that cock in her so badly. She felt his hips churning, grinding his thick manhood on her clit and slit. Her eyes suddenly opened wide. Her bottom instantly dropped to the mattress.
Mara swallowed a couple times, then took a few hurried breaths. "NO! Tommy! You can't... you can't be inside me."
"I want you... jeezuz... I want you so much." He slid his cock down her slippery sex, then up again, not trying to penetrate yet. "Doesn't it feel good? I wanna be inside you."
"Tommy... no... you can't. Stop. Stop, honey." Mara shut her eyes and clenched her jaw for a moment as his magnificent cock stroked against her. Her entire body wanted him, needed him, but she couldn't... she just couldn't. "Stop... stop, Tommy." She opened her eyes. And saw his gazing into hers. His mouth was open gasping breaths. His eyes were full of desire... lust. She had never seen so much desire for her, and she hoped she saw love there too. Yes... there was love there too. Her own eyes started tearing. Somehow her voice contradicted every craving need her body had. "You... you can't be inside me, Tommy."
Tom spoke quickly, "I was just in your mouth. My... my tongue was inside you." It seemed like a logical argument to him.
"That... that was different. Tommy... don't... please... You can't." She saw the disappointment in his eyes, and then a moment of something like anger, but the latter quickly dissipated. Even seeing that, she had no fears Tommy would force her to do anything. She didn't want to think, but maybe she should. She wasn't even sure how he was now in her bed. She needed to calm down. So did he. "We... we need... a-a breather." Oh god... I want him... I want him so damn much. Mara started trembling just from the feel of his thick cock pressing against her slit.
He stared into her eyes. It might be over. God, she was so hot, so beautiful. He desperately wanted to both make love with her as Marcia would have called it, and he wanted to make lust with her too, to fuck. He couldn't shake the feeling, the belief that she'd want it that way too. He took a slow breath.
"Tommy... mo... lay next to me... I... I want a-a sip of my drink."
Tom stared into her eyes for a moment but couldn't read anything in them. He moved but made sure he slid his cock down then up again and over her taut clit. Mom shook for a moment. He moved to her right side, lay on his back close to her, his upper arm touching hers, but then she sat up and twisted to reach her glass on the table.
Mara filled her mouth halfway, swished around the margarita, swallowed, then drank a third of the contents. When she set the tumbler down she still hadn't decided what to do. All she could think about was how much she wanted him as she lay down again. Tommy shifted closer so his shoulder touched hers. Oh god... I want him so much. I can't help it. I can't help it!
Tom knew if he didn't do something soon, she'd probably tell him to leave, to go to his room. He turned onto his side, his arm moved across her body, his hand wanted to go to her tits, but he caressed her shoulder and gazed into her eyes. Her felt her hard nipple against the inner side of his biceps. He felt her breathing quicken slightly. He wasn't sure if that was a good sign. He held his breath as he lowered his face to hers. He gave her lips a warm kiss. He pulled back a little. His voice was soft, "I want to make you feel good."
When he saw her lips part, probably to speak, his own met hers again, his tongue slowly worked its way into her mouth. She tasted like lime. The drink was probably a margarita. Her tongue started dancing with his. Another good sign. His hand moved from her shoulder to her breast, he fondled and caressed it, then his thumb and index finger rolled and gently tugged her erect nipple. Mom exhaled into his mouth, then hers opened wider. The kiss suddenly turned very hot. He told himself to be careful with his movements. He folded his upper leg and slid it onto her thigh then farther over so his knee glided over her pussy, finally his inner thigh lay on top of her trimmed muff.
Mara wanted more, she needed more. She just wouldn't let him enter her. What would be the harm in repeating what they had already done? Oral wasn't really intercourse, was it? Intercourse she couldn't do, but touching, using mouths and tongues and hands and fingers were okay. They had already done those things. She abruptly broke the kiss, gasping breaths. Tommy's mouth was instantly on her breasts, sucking her nipples, kissing, his hand still caressing too. She glanced at the windows, then swallowed a couple times. "Tommy... Tommy? Stop... wait."
He pulled her nipple with his mouth, then released it. Mom twitched. Was the night over? He raised his face. She looked into his eyes. He kept his eyes locked with hers, but gave her nipple a quick kiss.
Mara's mind was still reeling. She swallowed and took another couple breaths. "Close the drapes, then turn on the little lamp on my dresser and turn off the hall light."
Tom glanced at the windows. The night wasn't over. "Yeah, sure. What about the window fan?"
"Oh... um..." Her brow pinched.
"The blinds are down to it, and... ahh... the angle, no one can see you, and the tree is right out there too."
"Okay, close the drapes on the other one."
She watched Tommy quickly slide off the bed, then she rolled onto her side and reached for her glass. She took another gulp of her drink, then lay down again. Her eyes again on Tommy closing the drapes then followed him to the to dresser and the hallway. He was a young man now, and he was hot too. Her pussy clenched. She felt possessed. We just won't have intercourse. All this won't be that bad. Like last Friday, everything will go back to normal tomorrow.
She knew she wasn't sober, and she knew she was rationalizing, but she just couldn't stop herself, not now. She needed more, even if what they had done was just repeated. She needed more. She gazed at his thick, beautiful cock as he returned to the bed. Her pussy clenched yet again.
Tom slid on the bed. He returned to the same position, his hand on her breast as his face approached hers. Their lips met. His tongue entered her mouth, and hers greeted his but it wasn't the earlier passionate dance. Mom turned her head quickly breaking the kiss. At least she was breathing as raggedly as he was.
"Wait, Tommy." Mara took a few more breaths. "Lie beside me, for... for a while."
Again Tom feared the night was over. He lay on his back, his upper arm pressed against her. He looked at her. "Can I put my arm around you?"
"Um... um... uh-huh." They shifted, Mara raised her head and settled it on his shoulder. His muscular arm around her, his hand gently stroking her upper arm. It was a lover's touch. A few moments later, she felt him kiss her head. The little caress somehow let her relax more, and made her believe everything was going to be okay tomorrow. They loved each other as mother and son and this was just something additional, like last Friday. Everything was going to be okay.
She gazed at his thick, hard cock lying on his abdomen. She noticed again the slight upward curve on it. She licked her lips, then took a breath before speaking softly, "Before, when you were rubbing on my... on-on me, I... I didn't want you to stop. It felt so good... so nice, and... and I wanted you inside me, but..."
Tom interrupted, "I want to be inside you so mu..."
Mara broke in, "Sssshh." She took a quick breath. "We can't do that, but... I think... for tonight, it'll be okay if... if we do what... what we've done, like... like it's really just kissing and-and massaging."
He could tell he'd not be able to convince her to do more. "I love touching you. I've dreamed about it for a long time. You're so beautiful, so... hot... I can't help wanting to be inside you." Maybe he could convince her.
"We can't, no matter how much we might want to, we can't do what you started earlier." Her eyes were still on his manhood. She lay her right hand on his thigh, then almost smiled when she saw his cock twitch, rise off his abdomen a smidge then drop down again. She gently stroked his thigh.
A few moments passed in silence, then she pulled her hand back, twisted her body more towards Tommy, sliding her left arm onto his body as her hand moved to his cock. She touched the underside of the helmet with the tip of her index finger and saw the thick tube twitch and rise off his abs again. She drew her finger down to the start of his sack, then slowly up again. Her breathing quickened and she heard his do likewise.
Her hand wrapped around his cock. Again she tried to touch her thumb to any of her fingertips. She couldn't. She began stroking slowly. On the fourth stroke, her head started sliding down his chest. She licked her lips, her eyes focused on his big, red helmet. She felt his free hand on her head, stopping her.
"Wait. I want you to lay on your back. I want to kiss every square inch of you."
"Don't you want me to..."
Tom interrupted, "Lay down, stretch out."
She heard a change in the tone of his voice. He wasn't asking. Her pussy clenched. "Mmm... okay." She shifted and wiggled a bit more down the bed, then adjusted the pillow under her head. She straightened her legs out. She watched Tommy move. He grabbed two pillows and moved on his knees down to her hips.
"Raise your hips up."
"Why do y..."
"Do it."
There was that tone again. She raised her bottom off the sheet. He pushed two pillows under her ass then told her to lower down. She thought he was going to try to penetrate again, but he lay down on his side next to her. His palm cupped her face and his lips descended to hers. His tongue entered her mouth and her own greeted his. When was the last time she was kissed like this? She couldn't remember. "Mmmhhh." Her hand went to the back of his head. She felt his hand move onto her breasts, coursing on both, cupping, holding, squeezing, fiddling with her taut, sensitive nipples.
Tom broke the kiss. Both he and Mom gasping breaths as he planted a dozen kisses on her face, then started on her neck. She arched it for him. His hand slid down from her breasts, down her smooth abdomen to her wet pussy. His middle fingertip found her clit. Mom tensed, then closed her legs. He kissed her shoulder then her neck again. His lips moved to her ear. He whispered, "I'm just touching. Touching is okay. Massaging. Open your legs a little. Do it."
Mara was panting. She slid her legs apart. His fingertip swirled around her clit. Her body trembled. His mouth moved lower to her upper chest. More moist kisses covered her skin. His finger was doing thrilling, delicious things to her clit. Then his hand abruptly left her pussy, which made her squirm her hips wishing it back. Both his hands cupped her breasts as before, his mouth sucking, nibbling, nipping, his tongue lapping against her erect nipples, sucking them hard, moving from one fleshy mound to the other, sometimes his thumb and index gently stretching each nub.
Tom moved lower, angling his body slightly, kissing and dragging his tongue all over her abdomen. He noted the tiny blond hairs on her skin. His left hand coursed over her breasts as his right returned to her soaking slit, his fingertip again playing with her taut clit. He pushed his tongue into her navel. It made her squirm and he heard a brief, breathy giggle.
His body moved lower on the bed. He kissed each of the pronounced bumps of her pelvic girdle near her waist, then slowly dragged his tongue back and forth horizontally drawing wet lines on her skin, his hand turned so his thumb slowly rubbed her clit. His tongue continued proceeding lower and lower until it replaced his digit at her pink pearl. His body moved again, sliding over her leg between her thighs. His own legs stretched out, most of them off the end of the bed. He kept his tongue on her clit rubbing furiously as his thumb dipped into her dewy crease. He pushed it deep. Jeezuz... she was so freakin' snug and slippery.
"Ohhhhh... ohhhh... Tommmmmy," Mara moaned. She spread her legs a little farther apart.
As he had earlier, Tom attended her pussy using his tongue every way he could imagine. Mostly he lapped, diddled and stroked her pearl. He moved his right hand away from her cunt and it join his other on her torso, mostly on her breasts, but sometimes he'd move one to stroke lower onto her flat abdomen or along her side, occasionally all the way down her leg as far as he could reach, then slowly up again to her breasts. He felt Mom beginning to tremble. He continued to vary the speed, firmness, and directions of his tongue strokes on her clit. She seemed to really like firm slow ones back and forth across it followed by frenzied circles on and around it. He did that again.
"Oh-h-h-hh! Oooooh.... oh... oh... god.... b-baby... baby.... oh!"
Mom started shaking and squirming, her hips pushed up suddenly and he yanked his head back. He was sure she had bumped into his upper teeth. She kept writhing and whimpering so he assumed he hadn't hurt her. He plunged his tongue into her wet slit, and she stiffened again, then shook even harder. He knew what he wanted, almost needed to do. He slid his body over her right leg, turning his head slightly, still keeping his tongue on her slit and clit. He pulled his face up quickly.
He gasped a few breaths. "Turn over."
"W-what?" Mara was panting and shaking. She couldn't think straight when she was near orgasm. She wanted his tongue back now!
Tom's hands moved to her hips. He started turning her over.
"Wha... what?" As Mara tried to raise her head, a sudden intense wave of delight coursed through her, making her arch her neck.
When he got her on her side, he pulled one leg farther to spread them, then he moved into a kneeling position between her legs, his hands raised her hip off the pillows. "Turn on your tummy. Do it."
Mara was still trembling, but turned, using her shaky arms to help her move.
Tom stared at her incredible bubble ass. A moment later, he was lying as before, his legs mostly off the end of the bed, his face not in her pussy, but now pushing into the deep crevice of her ass. His hands gripped her cheeks, opening her valley. His tongue lapped her now exposed, hot, squinting, little asshole.
"OH! God!" Mara's hands formed fists as she clenched the pillow. "Oh baby... nnnnhhh... oh... nnnnnnnhhh." She as still shaking with orgasmic delight, she had no control of her body, or did she? No matter what the truth was, her legs spread a little more, her back dipped even more than the two pillows had made it, and she pushed her bottom towards his face. Tommy's tongue went wild on her hot, little hole. She moaned, "Mmmmmmhhhh."
Tom released her right bun, then moved his hand down under his chin. His thumb found her slippery clit easily. It was definitely bigger than Marcia's. He slowly stroked it. Mom shook again, and briefly pressed towards his face once more. He pushed his thumb into her channel. She really was incredibly tight. Mom squirmed towards him again, and his pressed his thumb as far as it could go, the web of skin where his thumb met his palm stroked back and forth over her clit.
"Oh... oh baby... oh my god." Mara wasn't sure if it was the same orgasm that began before she turned over, or a new one. This had never happened to her before. She shut her eyes tightly, imagining his thumb was his beautiful cock. "Uhhh... ummmhh."
He thought she was getting close to another orgasm. He probably wouldn't get a better time than this. He pulled her thumb from her pussy. His body started moving again, over her left leg. His head turned but his tongue stayed on her hot asshole, his left hand still gripping her bun, holding her deep valley open. His feet were on the floor. His right arm stretched out towards the night table. He felt blindly for the bottle of gel he had put there earlier, luckily not knocking it or her glass off the table. He grabbed it then moved faster, getting over her leg and settling between both her toned thighs again. With one hand he opened the bottle, then squeezed a large dollop of gel on her tail bone. Mom's hips were still squirming. He left the dollop there, put the bottle on the sheet and his hand returned to her wet pussy.
His thumb kept slowly and firmly rubbing her slippery engorged clit as his tongue lapped and massaged her torrid asshole. His gripping hand on her left bun held tighter and pulled more, revealing more of her deep valley. He retracted his tongue off her hot anus, then gave the baby smooth skin next to it on her cheek a few wet kisses. He drew his tongue over her rear portal slowly and sensuously. Mom, moaned and pushed her ass towards his mouth. He licked the baby smooth skin on either side of her valley again. He raised his head, huffed a few breaths, then swallowed before speaking, "Do you like this? Does this feel good?"
He waited a few seconds, her ass pushing up again. He wanted her to answer. His jaw clenched for a moment. Without thinking his hand released her bun, raised about six inches and came down flat on her bun. Smat! It wasn't very hard, not a spank, not even a swat, more a surprising tap, but Mom's body flinched. His voice was a low, "Does it feel good?"
Mara was panting. "Yess... oh god.... yes. Don't stop... don't stop, baby."
His hand gripped her cheek again, she tensed for a moment as he opened her valley and his tongue swirled around her taboo orifice. He released her bun but pushed his head against it so her valley stayed open, not as much as before though. He kept his thumb working her clit and swirling into her cunt. As the thumb of his other hand coated itself in the gel. He pulled his face back, then slid his thick digit down her crevice. He watched the gelled tip stroke on and around her torrid hole.
Mara tensed at the different sensation. "Ohhhhh." She realized it was a finger or thumb.
He moved his hand from her pussy and gripped her bun planting his elbow on the mattress. He slid back and raised his head. He wanted a clear view. He lubed his index finger, rubbed his thumb sensually around her hot little orifice again, then brought the tip of coated index finger to the apex of the squinting hole, circling the center and wiggling with a slight pressure. He gave her buns a few kisses, then a few nipping bites. She flinched at each. He gave her more kisses, sucking hard kisses. She then did something that almost made him shoot his wad. Her hips swayed slower and she pushed back towards the wiggling tip of his digit. He actually felt her asshole relax. The tip started disappearing into her anal ring. His eyes grew wide. He pushed a little harder and half his finger slid in before her anus clamped tightly.
"Ooh!" Mara stiffened as she felt a quick twitch of anal pain. She breathlessly whispered between pants of air, "Wait... wait."
Tom's voice was equally breathless, "Am I hurting you?"
"No... no, just... wait a few moments." Mara kept gasping breaths, as she concentrated. "Now, baby... slow... slow."
He had felt her anus relax again. Tom gently pushed and watched his finger sink all the way into her ass. He couldn't believe she was letting him do this. Another hot dream becoming reality. For a second he thought he might really shoot his wad.
Mara groan, "Uhhhharrrrh." She panted a few breaths. "Oh god... baby." She felt the probing finger twist slowly back and forth. "Mmmmm... yeah... yessss." She started panting nearly constantly.
He moved his other arm between her legs, planting his elbow again. His thumb returned to her wet pussy, attending her pink pearl once more. He drew the finger in her ass back until only the tip was inside her ass, then slowly pushed it deep again. On the back stroke her hot little hole puckered outward like lips readying for a kiss, on the probe stroke her rim turned inward as if sucking his digit in.
Mara moaned, "Mmmmhhhh."
He pulled his finger back and began a dozen slow strokes in and back, probe and retract. His thumb on his other hand kept circling and rubbing her clit. About the sixth inward push into her little hole, Mom's ass moved to meet his digit, and the next, and the next. He pulled his other hand from cunt and squeezed more gel above her hot anus. He pulled his index finger from her ass and coated it again plus his middle finger. He crossed them, then slowly began to work both into her anal ring. He was stretching it twice as much.
Mom tensed again when they were half way in, her ring tightening for a few moments. She moaned but didn't tell him to wait again. He did anyway until her felt the torrid orifice relax, then slowly pushed both fingers all the way inside her. His thumb at her clit rubbed a little faster. He added a little more pressure with his head against her fleshy bun to open her valley more. He wanted to see everything and thought it might help stretch her asshole a little. His teeth clenched for a moment when he slowly twisted his double digits one way, then the other
Mara moaned again, "Ohhhhrrrrrhhh." It was all coming back to her, the sense of erotic freedom she had with Randy, how she had craved to feel so wanton, lustful, how she had wallowed in the odd erotic, sensual thrill of fingers or a cock sliding into her ass, how it had awakened some dormant erotic animal within her. She didn't think of Randy but something he had told her to do more than a few times. She vaguely recalled that when they broke up, in anger he had reminded her of it, and said it proved she was nothing but a slut. Tommy's fingers sliding back and twisting made her moan in libidinous pleasure again, "Ohhhmmmm."
Tom pulled his fingers back to the first knuckle. Just as he was about to slowly slide them back into the tight, lubed hole, he felt something pushed between his head and Mom's bun. It surprised him and he jerked his head up. His fingers stopped moving. He saw Mom's hand, her fingers stretching out towards her valley. He held his breath, sure she was going to grab his wrist, then he saw her other hand palm her other cheek. His jaw dropped when she gripped her buns and opened her valley for him. It was just like a freakin' porn vid!
Mara gripped her flesh firmly and held her buns apart. She didn't care if it proved she was a slut.
Tom pushed his fingers deep, faster than he had intended. Mom moaned. He silently chastised himself to go slower, everything he had read said go slowly. He pulled his hand from her cunt and quickly squeezed more gel around his fingers and higher in her valley so it would drool down to her torrid, finger stuffed asshole. He felt her sphincter relax. He twisted his digits as before.
Mara moaned and mumbled, "Mmm... ohhhh... yeah... yeah, baby."
Tom slowly sawed and twisted his slippery digits in and out of Mom's hot, little hole. His cock was aching to be where his fingers were. When he watched that first anal vid freshman year, he had thought of Mom, her ass, his cock in her ass. It had made him feel perverted, but he couldn't help thinking about it once in a while after that. Then in his junior year he had thought mostly about sinking his cock into Marcia's ass, but yeah, still thought of Mom sometimes when he'd beat off.
On the fifth slow slide into her tight hole, he once again almost shot his wad. Mom's ass rose and pushed back to meet the probe, then her hips swayed, he took a chance and kept pushing after his fingers were ensconced, his fist knuckles grinded around her anus.
Mara smeared her sweaty face into the sheet. "Urrrhhhh... baby."
Tom slid his fingers back and in, and grinded his knuckles into her valley twice more, each time, Mom's ass pushed back to meet his digits, then churned her hips. The entire time he kept his thumb working her clit, sometimes it did stop when he got totally zoned into watching his fingers, Mom's hands, her hips squirming. His cock was achingly hard, throbbing, craving to feel that hot ring sliding down from the tip all the way to his base.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass. They didn't smell, maybe a little musky, no not even that. He knew he would have found fecal matter already if she had needed a BM. He read online that the rectum was usually free of crap until you felt the need to take a dump.
He gazed at her asshole. It was dark pink now, and dilated, not as wide as he had hoped. It seemed like it tried to close a couple times as he gazed, but it stayed in the little "o". He lubed up the three fingers, grouping them together, the tips in a triangle configuration. He moved the tips to her anus, and slowly started twisting and gently pushing. A moment later all the tips were inside the ring. He got them in to the middle knuckle and then Mom's anus gripped tight and her body tensed for a few moments.
Mara was panting. "Urrh... wait... wait..." She closed her eyes and concentrated. "Now... slow... slow, baby.
Tom had felt her anus relax again. He slowly screwed his three fingers as deep as he could into her ass, reaming her hot hole wider as his digits went deep then deeper. He was somewhat surprised that on the first time, Mom's ass pushed back to take them inside her, then did the grinding of her hips as he twisted.
Mara's eyes shut tight, some discomfort at being stretched but the thrill was better than she remembered it. She exhaled breathless words, "Oh baby."
Tom corkscrewed his triple finger phallus into her ass a half dozen times, at the end of each probe, he pushed harder and grinding his fist knuckles into her valley as he had done earlier. Mom was really getting into it. Her ass pushed back harder, her hips nearly gyrating. He needed his cock in her, he needed to fuck her ass, he never wanted anything so much. He considered telling her, considered asking her, but he didn't want to take the chance she'd say no, and he figured she'd know it was his cock in the first few seconds. If she said 'no' or 'stop' or 'don't', he'd pull back immediately. He definitely didn't want to hurt her and wasn't going to force her to do it.
He pulled his fingers out and the "o" was larger, but still wasn't equal to the diameter o the head of his prick. He quickly pulled his other hand up, lubed his cock with gel, then squeezed some into Mom's "o." She flinched then giggled. He figured it was because it felt cold. He reminded himself to keep his butt fingers away from her pussy, then grabbed his cock with his pussy hand, and placed the other on her lower back. He guiding the helmet of his rod to her slightly gaping anus. As soon as the tip touched it, he had to shut his eyes tightly and silently scream at himself not to shoot his load.
Mara bit her lower lip, then let it go a moment later in order to gasp more breaths. Her voice was almost a whisper, "Slow... slow, baby." She felt the head of Tommy's cock stretching her anus. She pushed her sweaty face into the sheet. "Mmmhhh."
Tom pushed just a little harder, he saw half the head of his prick hugged by Mom's asshole. It clenched tighter and Mom's body tensed. He silently swore at himself. He stared at the sight. It might not happen. He looked up at the back of Mom's head. Her hair was mussed, looked sexy. He had to say it, "I... I don't want this to hurt you. I... maybe we sh..."
Mara turned her profile to the sheet and interrupted with breathless words, "No... no... just wait... wait a second." All Mara could think was that she needed it. Needed it so bad.
Tom was gasping breaths too. He didn't move a muscle, even though what he really wanted to do was shove his throbbing cock into her luscious ass immediately. It was a minute, maybe longer, but once again, he felt her grip loosen.
"Now, baby... slow... slowly," Mara gasped her words.
Tom pushed, then pulled back a fraction, then pushed firmly but gently again. The head of his cock popped into her ass. They both flinched again and once more he had to concentrate to stop himself from pumping his load when Mom's hips swayed. He let go of his cock, his hand on her back moved to the mattress. He leaned forward, and pushed his pussy hand under Mom's abdomen, then slid it down. His middle fingertip found her clit. She twitched again, then giggled softly.
"More... slow, slow, baby."
It may have been only a couple minutes, maybe longer, with stops and starts, groans and moans from both of them, her anus tightening then relaxing, but finally Tom watched the last inch of his throbbing rod sink into her hot gripping asshole. Her hands were still holding her buns spread so he saw it easily. Mom's hips swayed yet again. His voice was a low growl, "Arrrhh... oh god... yeah."
Mara grunted, "Urrrh... gohhd... you're so... so big." She gasped a half dozen breaths while her hips swayed. "Again... again, baby." She shivered with excitement.
It finally hit Tom that Mom was calling him 'baby.' She had never called him that before, only 'honey' or 'sweetheart' or 'sweety.' As he slowly retracted his cock, he moved his hand on the mattress and grabbed the lube bottle. He leaned to the side of his pussy arm, as his other hand squeezed some lube on his reemerging cock. He remembered his finger on her clit and the tip started rubbing again. When just the head remained in her ass, he pushed in firmly but still slowly. Mom clenched again when he had half his throbbing prick in her.
"Wait." She shut her eyes tightly and concentrated a few seconds. "Now... now, baby."
Tom pushed and was surprised the rest of his cock slid all the way in without needing to stop. Again Mom's hips swayed. Without thinking he pushed more, his balls mashing against her wet slit.
Mara moaned again, "Mmmmhhh... mmmhhh... yeah... yes."
He slowly pulled back, then when he felt the ridge of his helmet at her sphincter, he pushed forward again. Once more he almost started surging when he slid all the way into her ass without stopping, plus Mom actually pushed back to take the last inch, her hips squirmed with more intensity, then her hands released her buns. Her arms bent at the elbow as her hands slid on the sheet to the pillow Mom had pushed from under head to the head board. Her hands formed fists gripping it.
He pushed a little harder, and discovered he liked her buns closed, liked mashing his pubis against her luscious flesh. He remembered to finger her clit again as he leaned forward, his left arm outstretched, his face lowered and stroked Mom's upper back, as sweaty as his own face. He kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck. His cock retreated, then slid forward once more. Mom pushed back with a little more force and speed. They repeated it, again... again... again, both gasping breaths. He knew he'd not be able to last much longer. If he hadn't cum already, he would have pumped his load with that first touch of the tip of his cock to her torrid hole. He pulled back and slid forward again, faster than before, Mom pushed back harder than before too. Thap.
"Urrrfff!" Mara grunted. She felt fully possessed by her erotic demon. "Yes... yessssss."
Tom pulled back and pushed in again, Mom mirrored his movement. Thap.
"Urrrff. Yes... yes-baby."
Tom's voice was strained. "I... can't last... much... longer." He remembered her clit. He moved two fingers to her pearl and stroked it faster.
Mara moaned, "Ohhhh... oh-h-h-h... yes-yes."
At the very last inch of his cock they both started shoving towards the other. Thap. He felt her asshole grip tighter on every backstroke. He pushed in and then the short shove. Smat. Her anus tightened as he slid back. In again... shove... Smat. Each probe Mom grunted, "Urh." He loved hearing her grunt like that.
Tom growled, "Arrrrrrhhhhh.... I'm... gonna...."
"Yes... yes, baby." Mara was shaking. When she felt him push his cock forward, her ass lunged back towards him. Smat! "URRFF!" Mara felt his groin grinding against her buns, her own hips churned intensely. She sensed her anus suddenly stretched a fraction wider in pulses, as jets of warm liquid began filling her rectum. She peaked not only from his cock buried deep in her bottom pumping, but his moving fingers on her clit. "OH! Oh baby! Yes!"
Once again, Mara surrendered control of her body to the waves of hot, erotic delight, she twitched and jerked, every cell of her being seemed to be shivering as more fluid warmth entered her core. She felt her pussy contracting over and over again, aching to be filled too.
"ARRRH!" Tom couldn't recall every cumming so hard, or maybe he had earlier with the blow job. No, never this hard. It felt so fucking good to be in her ass, pumping his jiz deep into her, every muscle of his body tensed so tightly it almost hurt, and each surge of his cock seemed as if it started somewhere deep within him. He was finally empty. He kept his fingers working her clit, until Mom's arm moved and her hand tugged at his. She was still shaking and twitching, but she breathlessly giggled for a moment too. He let her pull his hand out from under her. She let it go and her hand slid up towards her head again. Sweat was dripping from his face onto her back. He glanced at her other arm and hand and watched her fist unclench releasing the pillow. His pussy hand wiped his face, then he was too exhausted to do anything other than lower his torso to her back. He let his weight rest on her.
Mara swallowed, then took a few breaths. She whispered, "Too... heavy."
Tom moved slowly using his elbows to take most of the weight off Mom. "Did I... hurt you?" Tom kept gasping breaths, but managed to kiss Mom's shoulder.
Mara's eyes were still closed. She smiled and shook her head. She swallowed and took a quick deep breath. "No, baby." She took a few more quick deep breaths. "But... god, honey, you're so big." Her eyes were still closed when she released another brief, breathy giggle.
Tom almost asked her if he felt bigger in her ass than Dad, then wondered if they even did it. If they did, he doubted they had in a quite a while, but did he really know what they did together when he was out? No, he was sure Dad wasn't doing her very often.
Mara realized she was still looped from the margaritas. She also knew for sure now that she needed this, needed this night with Tommy. Her mind was reeling, yet somewhere in her confusion she knew she'd have regrets tomorrow, but all that was a whisper compared to screams of ecstasy from the crazed, greedy, erotic animal within, wanting more, wanting it to go on and on. More vague thoughts were pushed aside, like her wondering how Tommy even knew about anal. A clear thought finally surfaced. His cock, his wondrous, manly, beautiful cock. She smiled. He wasn't shrinking very quickly, in fact he was still lodged fairly deep as far as she could tell. God, it was like she had an itch for over twenty years, didn't know she had, and Tommy had just scratched it perfectly. She pushed and squirmed her bottom against his groin for a moment.
Why hadn't she ever done it with Phil? Before they were married, and then the first five years or so of their marriage, he had hinted he wanted to, not with words, but actions. They'd make love, then fondle each other, and sometimes he'd turn her face down then stroke his reenergized cock between her buns, sliding it firmly down on her hot spot. Only a few times did she join in and push up with her ass to meet his strokes. Half of those times Phil would grunt and shoot his seed on her back. Other times as they made love, usually when they got really intense, during most of those episodes his finger or fingers would slide into her valley and play on and around her anus.
Phil never brought it up verbally. She didn't either and pretended not to understand his physical hints. The reason was, she didn't want to be the girl she had been with Randy, and she didn't want the man of her dreams, her lover, her best friend, her husband, the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, to think of her as that kind of girl, the slut who let Randy do it to her. After she had Denise, she also couldn't bare the thought that as a mother, she could allow Phil's cock into her ass and love every moment of it.
Mara stopped thinking when Tommy gave her a dozen kisses on her shoulders and neck, then stroked his face into her hair. She realized she was still gasping breaths, even though Tommy was holding most of his weight off her back. They rested for five minutes more, their breathing finally approaching something close to normal. Abruptly his cock slipped from her anal cavity. Both she and Tommy flinched. She giggled again, and heard Tommy chuckle softly.
Tom kissed her ear then whispered, "Do you have to go to the john?"
Mara smiled, then it disappeared. Her brow pinched. "How did you kno..."
Tom broke in, "Then let's a shower after, okay?" He tensed. He knew the night could come to a screeching halt at any moment.
She knew they were both still dripping sweat. She nodded. "Uh-huh." Mara's mind raced, still tipsy, but less foggy at the moment, at least it seemed to her she was thinking somewhat rationally. She needed this night with Tommy. She needed relief. She didn't want it to end with a shower, at least not this shower. If they continued, what difference would it make now anyway? Everything would be all right, this was just an aberration in their mother-son relationship, just like last Friday, except now they were both drunk.
It was too late to stop anything, but tomorrow, they'd talk, see that it could never happen again. Doing more wouldn't make the situation any worse than it was now. Right? Yes... yes, that made sense. Tomorrow... Tomorrow she'd get him straightened out. Tonight was an aberration, a mistake that would never, ever happen again. He'd understand. She needed to be feel free again, to be that girl she once was, just for tonight, tomorrow everything would go back to normal, just as it had after last Friday night. Yes, that was it. Everything would just go back to normal again tomorrow.
Tom slid off her, but before she moved, he shifted quickly and gave her buns a couple sucking kisses. She giggled. He wanted to spread her cheeks and look at her asshole, see how open it was, and see his spunk drooling out, but quickly decided against it.
Mara started sliding to the edge of the bed away from him. "You... you wait here a couple minutes, then... then we'll shower." Even though the alcohol was still running through her, she felt a little embarrassed when she quickly rose from the bed and her hand instantly reached behind her and covered her gaping orifice to stanch the flow of his goo running out and down her inner thighs. Yes, she wanted to shower for sure. She was also thirsty. She turned to face towards him, and with her free hand she picked up the glass finished her drink. She set the empty glass down and looked at her... lover. "Wait a couple minutes. I'll call you." She pressed her fingers firmly against her anus, turned and with a quick pace went into the master bath. In her rush, she didn't close the door behind her.
Tom didn't wait to be called. He got up, and angled away from the bath doorway so he could watch her sit on the john while he slowly approached the bathroom. He was smiling when reached the doorway because of the way she was sitting, her back straight, her thighs pressed together, her hands together on her thighs, her torso swaying very slightly which made him wonder how drunk she was. He was also smiling about why she was sitting there. He had read about it online. He stepped into the bathroom. "You know, you probably really don't have to po..."
Mara interrupted, "I know." She glanced at him. She blushed seeing him grinning and staring. She looked away. "Jus'... jus' go turn on the shower."
He walked up to her.
"Tommy." She looked up. Her heart melted and jumped and did other crazy things. The way he was looking at her... Oh god. There was so much in his eyes -- love, affection, passion, caring, lust.
Tom put his hand on her shoulder, then leaned down so they were face to face, his angled somewhat horizontally. "Do you know how incredibly cute you look right now?"
She bit her lower lip. Her pussy clenched. Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't recall the last time Phil had said something like that to her. Her lip slipped from under her teeth. "I-I..." His face moved closer and his lips met hers. Her mouth opened a little, and his tongue seemed to know to only enter slightly. Her tongue tip played with his for a few seconds, then his retracted, and only his lips finished off the kiss. He stood straight and stepped back. She knew her face was flushed again and her eyes were welling so she didn't look at him.
"You know, you probably don't have to poop. It's just your nerve en..."
"Tommy!" She glanced at him. He was grinning. She looked at her knees, then raised her arm horizontal towards him, her hand flapping backhanded at him. "Quit staring, and-and jus' turn on the shower."
He chuckled. "Okay."
Out the corner of her eye she watched him step into the large shower stall and turn on the water. She quickly took some toilet paper and wiped her bottom, glanced to see if he was looking at her, then she pulled her wiping hand up. She checked for blood, or maybe more embarrassing... poop. All she saw was the clear gel and white semen. She dropped the paper in the bowl and repeated the process. She was somewhat surprised she wasn't bleeding a little. She relaxed. Tommy had gone so slowly though, she really wasn't that surprised. She hadn't done that since... well a very long time ago. Her brow pinched. How did Tommy know so much about it?
Tom used the pump on the body wash. It came out all foamy. How come I don't have one of these in the other bathroom?! He washed his half hard cock. He turned and looked at Mom. The glass enclosure was already steamed up. "You okay?"
Mara was feeling her anus through the tissue. It was already closing. "Uh-huh."
"Well... come in here."
She looked at the paper. Nothing. She dropped it into the bowl, stood and flushed. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice was telling her to stop everything right now. She ignored it. She realized she felt more tipsy now than she had earlier. She opened the shower door and stepped inside. Tommy had both heads running.
"I gotta get one of these dispensers."
"Huh?" Mara stepped into the opposite spray from Tommy. The one Phil used, that had his bar of soap and shampoo on the corner shelves. She didn't want to think about Phil.
"Nothing. Hey... come over here. I'll do your back." Tom couldn't believe what was happening. Mom was acting... like a girl, acting like she was okay with all if it, and also acting a bit drunk too. Tom told himself not to think about it, just enjoy it for as long as it lasted. He watched Mom tilt her head back, her face and head in the spray. Her hands rose, her fingers raked her wet hair straight back. When she did, her spine curved, dipping in, making her bubble ass pout even more. His cock started growing. He had just fucked her ass. It all hit him again. He had just fucked his mother's luscious ass and she had loved it. It had all gone so easily. Was he really asleep and this was a dream?
He watched the water cascading down her hair, down her back, over and down her perfect bubble ass, down her slender, toned legs. She did look like a girl. "Hey, c'mon over here. I'll do your back."
"I have to come over there for my shampoo." Her hands squeezed the pony tail of her hair down to the ends, wringing the water out. She turned around and saw Tommy smiling and staring at her body, then his eyes rose to her face. She felt thrilled at his gaze. Her pussy clenched for a moment.
"You are really awesome... beautiful. I'll do your back before you shampoo."
"Um... all right." She moved and turned her back to him. The spray from Phil's side of the shower was hitting her body from the waist down. Tommy's body was blocking most of the water from the other shower head. She heard the body wash dispenser pumped a half dozen times, then felt a single hand course across her shoulders, then cup the back of her neck massaging gently. Her head bowed. "Mmmh."
He kept up the light massage as his free hand got more foam from the dispenser. He pulled his hand from her neck, then transferred half the large amount of foam to that hand. He reached around her and cupped her breasts. Mom flinched. He smiled. She must have had her eyes closed. Both hands massaged her pliant mounds. He had no idea what her cup size was. Her tits weren't big, nor were they small. They were perfect.
Mara's head was still bowed. She watched his hands work. She giggled softly. "That's not my back, honey." She felt his lips press against her ear. Her eyes closed and her pussy clenched.
Tom whispered, "Every square inch of you is beautiful." He moved closer, his cock was fully erect and pressed against her lower back, his balls at the top of her ass crack.
"Mmm."
Tom removed one hand and got more body wash foam. He smeared it over her breasts. "I really like your puppies."
Mara giggled softly again. "Puppies?"
Tom kissed her ear as one slippery, soapy hand slid down her abdomen. "Yeah, your puppies and... your little kitty." His hand cupped her pussy, feeling the trimmed muff and the warm lips. His middle fingertip gently circled and stroked her still taut clit. Mom trembled. His voice was soft at her ear, "Feel good?"
Mara's head, still bowed, nodded.
Tom soaped and caressed her arms, hands, fingers, back, torso, then knelt down and told her to separate her feet a little more. His foamy hands slowly slid up and down her legs, dallying at spots to massage, like the backs of her knees. He told her turn around. When she did, he sat back on his heels, pulled her closer, then with some contortion of his upper body and neck, kissed and licked her pussy.
"T-T... honey?" Mara closed her eyes. "Mmm."
Tom blindly reached up and back, he felt the dispenser and pumped more foam, then his hand went to her ass. Mom stiffened.
"I-I'll do my... my backside."
He pulled his face back and looked up. "Did... did I hurt you before?"
"No. It's... it jus' very sensitive, baby. I'll do it." She moved away from him slightly and grabbed her washcloth, applied body wash to it, then turned to face Tommy as he rose from his knees.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She saw real concern on his face. "No." She smiled and blushed. "You di'n't hurt me at all." She glanced down at his cock. She knew it was hard but now looking at it, all her previous thoughts came back to her. Her pussy clenched yet again. Would it be that bad to... She looked at his face. He was smiling as his hands slid under her arms and pulled her closer. He kissed her lips, her mouth opened slightly and his tongue tenderly pushed in, her own greeting his. She felt her anus beneath the washcloth. It seemed to be closed. She flung the cloth into the corner of the large stall and wrapped both her arms around Tommy's neck, pressing her breasts to his toned chest. "Mmmm," she moaned into his mouth. The kiss lasted a minute, then they hugged, both of their breaths had quickened.
Mara spoke, "Now... it's your turn. I get to wash you."
Mara followed Tommy's technique, when she knelt she didn't take his cock into her mouth, but held it and swirled her tongue around the head, but didn't soap it up, although when she stood again, her hand did soap the crack of his bottom. She giggled when his body tensed.
Mara's mind was still reeling most of the time. During her caressing bathing of Tommy, she thought of Phil for a moment a few times. Phil was two or three inches taller than her son, but, somewhat at least, they had similar bodies. When her hands caressed Tommy's muscles, she remembered her college days and early marriage with Phil. He had worked out in those days. Now, he sometimes tried to once in a while at the gym facilities at the corporate headquarters, but it was rare. She could tell when he had been exercising on the machines, he'd be achy for a couple days. He did run the track there three days a week though. She shook her head. She didn't want to think about Phil.
She looked down at Tommy's beautiful cock. It was rigid, angled up at 45 degrees. She got more foam on her hands and started caressing and stroking it. Tommy's hands held her shoulders.
"Urrrrrrh," Tom groaned.
Mara's breathing quickened once more. She angled the thick rod down and moved closer. She started slowly stroking the bulbous head up and down her tingling slit, then concentrated on her engorged clit. She trembled and took a few quicker breaths.
"Oh... jeezzzz," Tom groaned again.
Mara tried to slow her breathing. Would it really matter now? After all we've done so far? Would it make it more difficult to get back to normal tomorrow? She felt both scared and excited. Her pussy was tingling intensely. She stepped back. "Let's... dry off, and... brush our teeth."
Tom had his eyes closed, visions of shoving his cock into Mom's pretty pussy flashing in his mind. He looked at her and realized she had forgotten about shampooing. He had planned to do that for her. "Ahh... okay." He then wondered if the night was ending because of the brushing comment. No... NO! Please, not yet!
They stepped out of the large shower stall, each grabbed large, plush towels, both of them drying their hair first. Tom finished that first, then started toweling Mom's breasts. She giggled softly. When she got her hair as dry as possible, they toweled themselves and each other.
Mara dropped her towel to the floor then moved to the double sink vanity alcove. She opened a drawer, took out a new toothbrush, the toothpaste tube, and her electric brush, then pulled two Dixie cups from the dispenser at the end of the vanity. She placed one by the new toothbrush and filled the other, put paste on her brush and turned it on.
Tom smiled at the Dixie cup as he opened the packaging of the new brush, applied paste and started brushing. He moved behind Mom and gazed at her ass and legs.
Mara looked at his reflection in the mirror. She switched her brush off and pulled it from her mouth. "You know there's another sink over there."
He pulled the brush from his mouth too. "I like the view here better."
Mara half smiled, put the brush back in her mouth, and turned it on. When she was finished, she rinsed the brush, set it on the vanity, then brought the Dixie cup to her mouth. She drank half, swished it around her mouth, then bent forward to expectorate. When she did, Tommy stepped up behind her, his hands went to her waist, and his hard cock pressed against her upper ass. She flinched. "Tommy... I'm... I'm still too tender."
His cock seemed to leap. He hadn't even been thinking of pushing his throbbing rod into her ass again. She had. He pulled the brush from his foamy mouth. "I know, I... I just wanted it against you.
Mara's torso rose, she downed the second half of the water, swished and leaned forward again, wiggling her ass as she spit. Tommy chuckled.
He moved to the other sink, rinsed the brush, then leaned down. He spit then cupped his hand for water to rinse with.
"Use the Dixie cup, Tommy."
He chuckled, as he cupped his hand for more water, then he twitched when he felt Mom's trimmed muff press against his ass, and her hand move around his waist and held his throbbing meat. For a brief second he thought of saying, Don't... it's still a little tender, the next second he was glad he kept his mouth shut. He rinsed again, then used the hand towel to wipe his mouth. He turned towards her, Mom released his cock so he could, then she wrapped her hand around it again. Her head was angled down looking at his cock and her hand slowly stroking.
He placed his palms on her shoulders and also looked down to watch. Mom moved a smidge closer. As she had in the shower, she moved the tip of his cock to her slit, stroking it slowly up and down between her again slick labs, then up to her wonderful pink pearl. She twitched when it touched her there. It was weird, like they were both transfixed at what was happening down there, almost as if they were watching some vid or something. Almost two minutes passed, both their breaths quickening.
Mara's thoughts were reeling again. Somewhere in her mind and heart she knew what she was doing was wrong, but that crazed college girl seemed to be inhabiting her body now. Without deciding to speak she said, "Your cock is... is so beautiful." She took a couple breaths. "I want you... I want you inside me."
Tom didn't say anything. He pulled her hand off his aching meat and held it as he led her back to the bed. He watched her sit, then wiggle and slide towards the center of the mattress. Her breasts were rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. Her legs separated more. He moved between them, his chest lowered to hers, his elbows held most of his weight off her, his hands slid under her shoulders and his palms cupped around them. Mom's hands held his upper arms.
He started as he had earlier, stroking his throbbing cock against her slit and over her clit. When it reached her pearl, Mom exhaled sharply and her breathing turned even more ragged. He raised his chest higher so he could watch his cock. Mom looked between their bodies first. He stroked down, then when he slid up again, Mom's legs bent at the knees and she pushed her pussy up against his sliding rod.
"Oh... gohhhd." Mara started panting. On the fourth stroke down, her right hand released his arm and quickly moved between their bodies. She gripped his beautiful cock with her fingers and thumb, directing the tip of his big helmet to the entrance of her wet channel. He gave a quick nudge to his manhood and the head was suddenly inside her. She pulled her hand back and gripped his upper arm again. She shut her eyes, exhaled, then whispered, "Ohgod."
Tom was still looking between their bodies, gasping breaths. She was incredibly tight and warm, it seemed almost as tight as her asshole. He pushed again and more of his rod slid into her. She was very wet, very slippery. He pulled back a fraction and pushed again. Mom pushed too, her pussy seeming to swallow more and more of his cock until he slid all the way in.
Mara moaned her words, "Oh god... you're so hard... so big... it's... it's been so long." When Tommy pushed more, she felt the head press against her cervix. She had never felt so full, her hips grinded her pussy into his hairy groin. Her neck arched, driving the back of her head into the pillow.
Tom slid back and pushed in slowly again, Mom's pussy moved towards his invading rod as before. He kissed her breasts, then her shoulders and neck, his cock continuing to slide back and in. She felt absolutely perfect around him, better and tighter than Marcia had. Her channel was like a sheath of hugging, slick, soft satin backed by a firm cushion. Marcia hadn't felt like this, more... ridges or something on her walls. Yeah... jeezuz... Mom felt perfect. He wanted to stay inside her forever. He gave her neck another kiss, then his face froze for a moment. He liked her cunt a hundred times more than her ass, but... wait... no, he loved both. Doing her ass had been so freakin' hot.
Their mirrored rhythm increased tempo. Two minutes later Tom was ramming his throbbing love muscle into her, Mara was equally as crazed shoving her hips towards him to meet each hard thrust. He knew if he hadn't shot a couple loads earlier, he would be cumming right now, in fact if he didn't slow things down, give himself a chance to get used to her perfect pussy, he'd unload again. Yet, all he did was back off a little on the speed of his plunges, not the strength. It felt too hot, too good.
With the slightly slower rhythm, he realized Mom was working her cunt as she had her asshole. Her hugging pussy relaxed a little on his inward thrust, but on the backstroke, she gripped him tightly. Nothing that had happened tonight was anything like it had been with Marcia. He wanted this to last forever. He drove his cock deep, then grinded his groin against her pubis. He kissed her neck, then pushed his face into her brown hair. He gasped breaths near her ear. "I wanna... slow down... different positions."
He realized Mom was grinding faster than he was and pushing up so hard she was actually lifting him a little. She was panting fast and loud. He swallowed and spoke between huffs of air again, "Let's... change... to a... new position."
Mara's arms encircled his neck as her hips gyrated frantically. He was at the perfect position now for her to stroke her shivering, tingling clit against his pubic bone and feel his beautiful cock stretching her channel and filling her so perfectly. She thought it was the best ever but somewhere in the back of her mind she knew she had felt this exact way with Phil many times years ago. She spoke hurriedly between her panting breaths, "No... no-no... ohgod... it feels... ohbaby... so... so good... just... keep pushing... push-push... harder... so close... so-close-baby."
Mara felt her channel begin to shiver, quiver, vibrate, then her entire body followed suit. "O-o-o-oh-h... goh-h-hd." Her hips churned crazily, desperately. She started shaking. Her head jerked back, arching her neck and pushing the back of her head into the pillow again. Then it happened. Her body was engulfed in orgasm, both inside and within she went into near convulsions. "OH! Oh... baby!"
Her body was no longer in her control, undulating, jerking, twisting of its own accord, as wave after glorious orgasmic wave coursed through her. She may have had orgasms this intense with Phil but it had been so long ago she really wasn't sure, and anyway, all that matter was this moment, this minute with her lover. She felt herself at her very peak, the only thing that would make it all better would be if right now he...
Tom had vaguely felt Marcia's pussy contracting around him a few times, but never like this. Mom's cunt seemed to be rippling and squirming around him so damn tightly. He was at the brink of unloading his wad again, yet he couldn't stop himself from thrusting into her a few more times. He'd concentrate on not coming. He wanted this to last longer, a lot longer. He pulled his ass back, his cock slid half out of her slippery clutching channel and he thrust hard into her, then again, again, until he was nearly pistoning his throbbing prick into her perfect pussy.
How did he know what I wanted?! "Oh-h-h-h... yes... yes, baby!" His plunging cock took her to some incredible new level of erotic delight. Her peak zoomed higher and finally crested after a dozen strokes just as he thrust deep and grinded into her staying planted within her once more. "OH-H-H!" Her body quaked and shook, sometimes stiffened to steel, twitching, twisting, and jerking out of her control. She was gasping breaths so fast that she thought she might faint. Finally, she started on the downward slope of her orgasm.
Tom's profile was on the pillow next to Mom's head. His eyes were shut tight, trying to squelch his urge to pump his wad. Sweat was running down from his temples and forehead, some into his eyes, slightly stinging. He was gasping breaths louder than she was. His chest was pressed against her heaving breasts, but he held most of his weight off her with his elbows.
He had never fucked like this, nor had Marcia ever fucked him back like this. There was a certain amount of pride in the fact that he had stopped himself from shooting, although he knew he would have really liked it if he had when Mom's body went so freakin' crazy. Yeah, that would have fuckin' great to shoot then, but he wanted to do more, make it last as long as possible. He didn't want to wonder if it would ever happen again. He vaguely told himself to act like this was the very last time, and in the back of his mind, he figured it would be. He wanted it to last, last as long as possible.
They both just struggled to breathe for a couple minutes.
Mara swallowed and took deeper breaths. She realized something was missing. She blinked. He hadn't cum with her. Why? Why?!
Tom wiped his face on the pillowcase, then pushed up with his arms. Mom's body was glistening with sweat, she looked even more sexy like that. He swallowed and took a few more breaths. "I wanna go slower."
Mara, her mind still reeling, gulped a couple breaths, then swallowed again. Her brow pinched. "Huh?"
Tom pushed his still hard, throbbing cock as deep as he could, then drew his legs up, folding them under him as his torso rose. He gripped her hips raising her ass slightly. He turned her onto her side as his right knee moved over her leg on the mattress while his left hand raised her other leg in front of his chest. He leaned forward a little, then draped her leg over his right shoulder. In the movements, some of his cock had pulled out of her snug cunt.
"Wh... what are y..." Tommy suddenly shoved his cock deep in her channel again. "Mmmh!"
Tom's ass lowered, it touched but didn't sit on the inner thigh of her prone leg. Mom was lying on her side now, his cock still deeply ensconced in her tight, wet pussy. Her leg over his shoulder was bent at the knee, her calve cantilevred from shoulder. He held her thigh with his left hand to keep it in place. He retracted his cock almost all the way out of her hugging warmth, then slowly drove it back into her channel. He was glad when pushed towards him, helping to get his rod deep again.
"Mmmmhhh." Mara breathing quickened again. She murmured, "Oh... ohgod." She didn't even wonder how he knew the odd position, maybe she wondered for a moment if she had ever been in it herself. It felt good... so good. His hard manhood seemed to be touching spots inside her that had never been touched before.
Tom leaned forward a little, folding her raised leg at her hip somewhat. He kept his cock sliding in and back within her slippery confines. He noticed again how she'd clench around his rod on the backstroke. His right hand moved to her tits, one was half hidden against the mattress, but the taut nipple could be seen. He fondled both pliant mounds, rolling and thumbing her rigid gumdrops, sometimes stroking or flicking them with his thumb. He clamped each with his thumb and index finger a few times, not harshly, but firmly. He tugged or twisted slightly each time, then his hand slid down to her pussy as his sliding cock quickened the tempo. His finger diddled her clit. Mom reacted to it. Her breathing got more ragged and labored. She started rocking towards his cock with more force. His thrusts picked up intensity too. A minute later they were fucking as wildly as they had earlier.
Mara couldn't believe she felt herself on the path to another orgasm. Once again she whispered between panted breaths, "Ohgod... baby... so good... yes... yes." His cock felt incredible, and his finger on her clit was rubbing exactly the right speed and firmness. She wasn't thinking, just feeling, that's all that her erotic animal would allow.
Sooner than she had anticipated, she was on the verge of another orgasm. Her teeth clenched. She tried her best to slam her pussy towards his plunging manhood. Her voice was a quavering whimper, "Har-r-rder... har.. har... ooh... ooh... ooh... uh... uh-uh-ooh-oh... oh baby!" Once again, Mara's body went into orgasmic convulsions. The finger on her clit moved faster, Tommy drove his cock deep and grinded against her as before. It was a very intense orgasm but not as strong as the one only minutes ago, yet her body reacted as before, out of her control, shaking, jerking, twitching. It seemed to take longer to calm down.
Tom was breathing as hard as his mother. He saw her tank shirt on the bed. He picked it up, folded it a few times, then gently wiped Mom's forehead, profiles, and then her neck. He used it on his own face.
Mara suddenly realized she had no makeup on. He had just done such a wonderful, loving gesture. Her eyes teared a little. She then also realized he hadn't had an orgasm yet. Why?! It made her feel so selfish.
Tom took a deep breath. "You're... so beautiful."
Mara felt like crying and giggling at the same time. She looked into his eyes. He was telling her the truth. "I... I want to be on top."
"No, I thought we'd mo..."
"I wanna be on top, baby."
"I don't want to leave you."
For a moment she wondered why he thought she was telling him to leave, then she understood. Her eyes moistened again. "It'll just be for a..." She watched him move her leg off his shoulder and nudge her hip. She started to roll onto her back.
"I won't pull out. Just... follow my moves."
Tom's torso lowered as his legs stretched back until he was lying above her, his weight once again held off her chest with his elbows. He gazed into her eyes for a few moments, then kissed her parted lips, his tongue pushed in and was met by hers. Jeezuz... she even kisses better than Marcia.
Mara's mouth opened wider. Everything about this night, everything that was happening almost felt previously unknown to her. She knew it wasn't, but she really couldn't recall the last time she had kissed like this, or the way they had made love, and fucked too, love and lust becoming one, and earlier. Oh god... it had been over 20 years since she had a cock in her ass, and Randy's wasn't nearly as big in either length or girth. Her arms encircled Tommy's neck. She wanted this night to never end.
Tom broke the kiss to take a few needed breaths, but his mouth kept working, kissing her neck, her face, her shoulders, then back to her neck again. His hips started slowly moving, pulling his cock back slightly, then pushing in, an inch, then two, back, then in, back then in. He pushed his tongue into her welcoming mouth.
Mara felt his hard manhood increase the lengths of his stroke. She abruptly broke the kiss, gasped a couple breaths, swallowed, then said, "I wanna be on top. I want to make you cum, baby. I want to be on top." She felt one of his arms push under her shoulder, then his other hand move between the sheet and her lower back. A moment later, he was rolling, holding her close. Her arms tightened around his neck. She breathlessly giggled but only for a couple seconds then she was on top of him as he lay on his back, she gripped his thick, hard cock with her pussy, surprised she wasn't more tender.
Tom groaned, "Ohhh... ye-ahhh."
Mara nuzzled his neck, "You like that, baby?"
"Yeah... god... you feel perfect... absolutely perfect."
She kissed his ear. "So do you. You've been perfect. I'm still so shaky." She gave his ear a playful nip. "I want to make you feel so good... I want to make you cum, cum inside me... I wanna feel you cuming again."
"Go slow... okay? Slow." He wanted his cock to stay hard forever.
She looked into his eyes. Somehow she didn't see her son, she saw her lover, a wonderful lover, her dream lover. She kissed his lips and when his tongue pushed between her own, her mouth opened wide again, the kiss being as passionate as the one a minute ago. She slowly folded one leg drawing it up his side, the other one did likewise. She broke the kiss, then as he had done to her, she kissed his neck and shoulders. She felt his hands slide on her thighs then hold her hips. She looked at his face as she smiled softly and swayed her torso stroking his chest with boobs. She felt how hard her nipples were and knew he felt them too.
As she started to push up into a sitting position, Tommy's hands slid quickly from her hips up her sides to her breasts, cupping them then pushing them together. His head rose from the pillow and his mouth traveled from one erect nipple to the other, his tongue licking firm strokes, his lips kissing, his mouth sucking. It made her hips squirm and he responded by pushing up with his pelvis. She was again rubbing her clit on his pubic done. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, wanted, desired.
Tom couldn't hold his head up any longer. He gave each erect nipple a last kiss and suck, then let his head flop back. He gazed at her tits, then her pretty face and her mussed up, sexy hair. He flexed his throbbing cock in her tight cunt. "Every square inch of you is beautiful."
Mara smiled, as she pushed her torso up to a near upright position. Her hands held his shoulders. "I wanna make you cum, baby. I wanna make you feel good."
"I'm want make you feel good too." Tom's eyes dropped to where their bodies were joined. He could only see a fraction of his cock, Mom's glistening, now dark pink labs surrounding it near the base, he reveled in the site and the feel of himself ensconced in her tight, warm channel. Mom's hips squirmed, churned, pressed down, he pushed up once more. He felt her cunt grip him again. Jeezuz. Marcia was never like this.
Mara saw where Tommy's eyes were focus. Her head bowed and she also looked at the point their bodies were joined. She started slowly rocking, Tommy's rigid, thick manhood partially appearing, then sinking back into her. Oh god... she needed this, she had needed this for so long. Her rocking and pushing changed over the next minute, until his cock was sliding out up to the edge of his bulbous helmet. She was gripping him on the upward slide, relaxing as his length and girth pushed deep, the tip giving her cervix a caress as her pussy lips surrounded his base. Tommy started pushing into her and doing a little grind against her at the end of each stroke.
Tom watched. Mom's labs would turn slightly inward each time she took him in, then pout slightly outward as his prick appeared when she rocked forward. His rod was glistening with her dew. Jeezuz... it felt incredible. He started shoving up with more force to meet Mom's pussy.
Mara moaned with each deep slide of Tommy's cock, "Mmh... mmm... uhh... mmh..." She was glad he seemed to be finding it as difficult as she to go slowly. She moaned each time the tip pushed against the end of her channel-- "Mmm... mmh... ahh... uhh... mmm..." She remembered a way she and Phil had done it sometimes. She thought it was kind of wild, maybe a little slutty, but at the moment, that was how she felt.
She took his cock deep and pressed down. She felt the head at her cervix again. Her pussy was tender but the pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. Again she tried to recall if she had ever felt so stretched, so full of cock. She grinded down on him and Tommy pushed upward mirroring her movement. Her hands slid down from his shoulders to the sides of his chest. She looked into his eyes as her right leg moved and she leaned to her left. Her knee rose, then her foot planted flat on the mattress near his hip. She did the same with her left leg. She was squatting on top of him, his cock head firmly pressed harder against the end of her channel. Her hips gyrated slightly as her pussy clenched tight around his length and girth. She gazed at her lover's face.
Tom groaned, "Ohhh... jeez." His breaths were getting more and more ragged.
Her hips rose and her heels raised putting her on the balls of her feet. She looked down to watch his thick cock appear from her wet pussy as her legs flexed and her hips rose. God, it was so manly, so beautiful, so thick and hard. When just the head was within her, she lowered, feeling every inch of him stretch her channel yet again. She wanted to tease him a little, do what he had asked, go slowly. As he bottomed out within her, her channel gripped him tightly as she grinded her hips for a few seconds, then her legs flexed again, her hips rose and his glistening cock appeared again. When just he head was in her, she pushed down but only a couple inches, then up again, then down those two inches. She moved faster, up a little, down a little, over and over again, her pussy gripping him constantly, she sped up the movement, like some sort of exercise at the health club, then abruptly she slammed downward. Tommy must have read her mind because just as she did, he shoved up. Smat! "OH! Yes!"
The idea of going slowly and teasingly went out the window. Mara's hips were rising and slamming down as if she was possessed and in a way, she was. Tom was equally crazed, thrusting up to meet Mom's descending tight, perfect cunt. In the passionate haze of his mind, he momentarily marveled again at how slick, smooth, and tight her channel walls were around his cock. Oddly at nearly the same instant, Mara was again amazed at his rigidity, his thickness, how she was stretched and filled, and how perfect it felt.
Mara's hips rose and slammed down another four or five times, Tommy meeting her with upward forceful thrusts each time. On the next shove down, she held him deep, pushing down, grinding crazily on his groin, Tommy mirroring her movements beneath her. She didn't see or feel his legs folding into a pretzel configuration behind her.
Tom felt conflicted. He wanted to fuck her so hard and fill her with spunk, yet he also wanted it to last longer, forever really, and wanted it still to be super great for Mom. His cock and balls were screaming for release though.
Mara was again looking down at where their bodies joined. She saw his abs flex into a six pack a moment before Tommy abruptly sat up, his chest mashing against her swaying, jiggling breasts. Mara was gasping breaths. "Wha..."
Tom's palms held her upper back, as he leaned forward he moved his folded legs back under her and him. He lowered her to the mattress, her head resting near the end of the mattress. His legs stretched out to the head board as his arms moved, pushing under her legs behind her knees. He roughly folded her legs up and back so her knees were near her shoulders. His ass reared up and then he thrust into her, the force made her body jerk and she moved an inch lower on the bed.
"Urgh!" Mara gasped. "Yes... yes, baby... do it... do hard... fast." Mara panted a half dozen breaths, then whispered frantically between more quick breaths, "Fast... hard... fill me... cum-in-me... cum-in-me-baby." Her arms extended away from her sides, gripping the sheet, trying to keep herself from sliding off the bed as her hips rocked to meet every one of his deep, forceful thrusts.
Tom knew he couldn't last more than a minute longer. He wanted to fill her cunt with hot seed, he needed to fill her cunt. He plunged a dozen or so times, then rammed in again, grinding his groin almost savagely against her pubis. He pulled back and started thrusting again like some possessed animal. Mom was either shoving up to meet him or her body was springing up from him driving her into the mattress. He listened to their gasping breaths, and to the sound of their bodies slapping together.
Smat-smat-smat-smat-smat...
"Cum... cum, baby." Mara took a deeper breath. "Fill me. Cum in my cunt!"
It was the last word that pushed Tom to the brink. He pulled back and rammed into her juicy pussy again, stayed deep, began to grind into her and then his body stiffened. "Arrrrrrrh! Fuck!" The first surge of jiz boiled up from his balls and spewed deep in her cunt. It was almost painful. "ARRH!" He was sure the head of his rod was mashed against her cervix.
Mara felt the surge and the viscous, warm goo shoot into the depths of her channel. Again-again-again, more heat, Tommy's body jerking slightly and tensing even tighter with each spurt. She didn't have an orgasm but felt an erotic triumphal rush through her body, knowing that it was her who had made him reach orgasm, knowing that she had given him pleasure just as he had given her.
Sweat was running down her body and dripping down on her from his. She had never been this physical with any guy, including Phil, and that shit Randy, at least as far as she could recall at the moment considering how her mind was reeling just dealing with all the physical sensations running through her body, maybe she was having a little orgasm or the remnants of the ones she already had. She heard Tommy grunt at the last spurt of his cock. A part of her wished it would just keep pumping and pumping and pumping into her.
"Urrrh!" His body clenched one more time, then it went limp, his head fell next to hers, and his heaving chest rested on hers. He tried as best he could to keep some of his weight off her by tilting his head so the top of his skull was pushing into the mattress. He knew he should let her legs fold down, but he couldn't move his limp arms, just the weight of them was holding her legs back. All he could do at the moment was struggle to breathe. It seemed that's all Mom could do too.
It took him over a minute to regain enough strength and breath to slowly move one arm, then the other to allow Mom's legs to lower and stretch out. He shifted his torso to get his elbows to raise some of the weight off her chest. Jeezuz, her tits felt wonderful mashed against him. He nipples were still really hard. He felt her legs wrap around his ass. He was glad his cock wasn't shrinking fast. Another minute passed before he had recharged his strength enough to just turn his head towards her, kiss her sweaty neck, then turn again to face away so he didn't exhaled his hot breaths against her. He felt her hands slide around his slippery, wet back.
Tom took a deep breath. "That was... incredible... fantastic. I... I wish I could have lasted longer, that we... could have done it from... behind for... for a little while." He had wanted to watch her ass as he fucked her pussy. He considered telling her how hot, and how much he had loved shoving his cock into her ass earlier, how it was even hotter than he had imagined it would be. He recalled the sense of... of what? Of power? Erotic power? Some sort additional rush about it just knowing his cock was in her ass, that she was giving her ass to him. That memory disturbed him a little. He reminded himself that he had done it for her too. No, he shouldn't mention any of that to Mom.
Mara released a brief, breathy giggle. "You like my butt."
"Yeah... god... it's awesome." He swallowed and took a few deeper breaths. He turned his head once more and kissed her sweaty neck, then her temple, then her lips briefly. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes. "Sorry, I'm just laying here. I want to kiss and touch you but I'm... so exha..."
Mara interrupted, giggling briefly again and hugged him close. She felt how slick with sweat both their bodies were. "You're a fantastic lover, baby."
Tom blinked at the sheet. Had Mom called him Tommy or Tom at all tonight?
Mara turned her head and kissed his neck. "Just lay there and relax. I..." She released another brief, breathy laugh. "I think we'll need another shower after we catch our breaths."
They just lay together breathing. When his softened cock slipped out of her tender pussy, they both flinched and then laughed softly for a moment. For the next few minutes, they just caught their breaths.
Mara spoke first. "Come on, baby, let's shower."
He wanted to know now, not wait. He raised his head, gave her lips a quick soft kiss, then said, "I want to sleep with you tonight. Okay?"
Mara smiled and nodded. "Okay." She wiggled her hips under him. "Come on, let's shower."
He gave her another quick kiss, then moved off her. He slid off the bed, stood and held out his hand to her. She took it and slid on her butt to the edge of the mattress then stood up. He held her hand into the master bath, then let it go at the shower door. He opened it for her. She stepped inside, turned on one of the sprays, then the other, staying close to the glass wall for a few seconds until the water warmed up.
They bathed each other again, sensually, but not as slowly nor as erotically as they had earlier. Tom was relieved when Mom didn't protest when his soapy hand slid between her luscious buns and only tensed then giggled when his two slippery fingertips circled and stroke over her once again tightly closed, little hot spot. He didn't want the night to end. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this might be the only night, the only time he'd be with Mom like this. He wanted to be inside her again, both her cunt and her ass, but intuitively knew pushing into her hot, tight asshole wasn't going to happen. He also realized he'd rather be in her perfect cunt. He thought she was finished for the night though, and he hated to admit it, but he was pretty damn tired too. He knew that because he thought his freakin' cock should be rock hard right now. Mom's hands were on it and fondling his balls too. He kissed her wet neck in the spray of water, then reached for more foamy soap from the dispenser.
Mara gazed at the beautiful cock in her hand. She knew, at least assumed it wasn't fully diminished, but also knew it wasn't really hard or hardening either. She vaguely recalled Phil's cock like this, not really fully softened, yet not hard, more like it was swollen, yes, swollen after a couple hours of making passionate, wild love, as she and Tommy had just done. She vaguely knew or felt this was the last time she'd be with Tommy like this, that this night was going to have to carry her through at least the next few years of lusty desire and at best so-so sex with Phil. Maybe after a few more years she'd no longer think about making love, making lust so much. God... Tommy's cock was wondrous. It had felt so perfect inside her, even in her ass after she got used to his girth. That had been so hot, so crazy, so fulfilling after she recalled and rediscovered that old erotic "itch," that old lusty desire, that thrill of feeling so dirty and slutty, and yes, so wanton and free. Free. Yes, she had felt that odd freedom. She didn't want the night to end... yet.
They rinsed off, turned off the water and stepped out of the large shower stall. They used the same towels as they had earlier. As Mara toweled, she watched his swollen cock, it would sway with his movements as he dried himself. When he hung up his towel, Mara held her own at her side, while her other hand cupped his soft, thick cock. She felt his hands on her shoulders and then his warm lips kiss the side of her neck then her shoulder. He pulled his head up and stood in front of her, his hands resting on her shoulders.
Mara spoke softly, her eyes still on his swollen cock, "You wanted to do it doggy style in bed."
"Yeah. I... I did."
Mara glanced at the vanity, then at his cock once more. She let it go then reached to her shoulder and took his hand. She led him towards the vanity, tossed her damp towel on the tile floor, released his hand, then knelt on the towel facing him. She didn't want the night to end yet and she wanted to try something she had only considered doing a couple times. Her hand encircled his cock, this time her thumb could touch her fingertips. She stroked it a few times, then her face moved forward.
She took the bulbous head into her mouth and gently sucked as her tongue swirled around it for a few seconds. She kept sucking gently then her head swayed slightly side to side as her lips and mouth worked down his swollen soft length. She had never done this, definitely never with any guy's erect cock, but had considered doing this with Phil a few times early in their relationship and marriage. She always thought it would make him hard even after two or three orgasms. She was hoping Tommy would respond that way. Even swollen-flaccid, he was still a mouthful. She wasn't sure but she thought she sensed a slight hardening.
Her fist shifted so only her thumb and index finger held his base. The beautiful head was almost at the beginning of her throat. She tried to relax her throat. She took the last inch of his manhood into her mouth, the head was definitely in her throat. Her hands held his thighs. Her neck muscles started contracting with a slight gag reflex. God... her mouth was full of him. She blinked and might have giggled if she had been able to. She Tommy's beautiful cock was growing in her mouth. It felt so weird! The head was definitely getting bigger and pushed a bit more into her throat, her gag reflex increased, causing her throat muscles to repeatedly contract. She felt her lips move up from his pubic nest, she was being pushed back by the stretching of his cock.
Tom closed his eyes and release a low, moaning growl, "Urrrrhhhh."
Mara held out as long as she could, keeping as much of his burgeoning cock in her mouth and the head into her throat without gagging. More went into her throat and more grew beyond the hugging "O" of her lips. Finally she gagged. "Ulk... gullk." She didn't jerk her head back, she slowly worked his cock out, her hand moving from the side of his thigh to wrap around the once again thick, hard manhood. As her lips slowly slid to the tip, her hand twisted around and stoked the saliva glistening staff as more and more exited her mouth.
Finally the head appeared from her mouth, a thick line of clear drool stretched and swayed between the tip and her lower lip as she repeatedly swallowed and gasped breaths. Her other hand moved from his thigh and wrapped around the line of drool removing it. She swallowed a couple more times, then took the head of the wondrous cock back into her mouth, sucking firmly but gently while her tongue laved around the bulbous helmet. She changed hands on his rod, the slippery one wrapped around his girth and started stroking. Her eyes turned upward to gaze at his. Phil, and almost every guy she had knelt in front of like this, had said they liked her looking up.
"Urrrrhh... god, M..." He stopped himself from saying 'Mom.' He didn't want to chance breaking the mood and at the moment, she really didn't seem like his mom, hadn't really since he entered her room tonight. "Ye-ahhhh."
Mara started slowly bobbing, keeping her "O" tight around his girth. Tommy was rock hard again. She felt a rush of lust and accomplishment. The night wasn't over yet. She bobbed faster for a few more seconds, then sucked the head harder and yanked her head back. POP!
She almost giggled when Tommy flinched and grunted. She kept her hand working and glanced behind. She leaned back and to her side, pulled open the bottom drawer of the vanity and removed a partially used tube of gel lubricant. The drawer retracted by itself. She engulfed the helmet again, bobbing in short strokes as she removed her hand from his manhood. She quickly opened the tube and squeezed out a large amount of clear gel onto her fingers. She tossed the tube to the side, that hand returned to his cock, stroking again while her other went to her pussy, her fingers smearing the gel on her sore tender labs, clit, and along her slit. She knew she was still wet, but she was tender, especially her pussy lips. Her slippery hand joined her other on his cock, as her mouth retained the head inside her mouth, her tongue swiriling around it. Her eyes turned up again. She could see and hear that Tommy's breath had turned ragged.
She kept her eyes locked with his as her face pulled back, her tongue came out of her mouth and flickered against the tip of his manhood for ten seconds before it retracted. She swallowed a couple times, then gave his helmet another sensual, slow lick.
She took a couple quick breaths. "I want you inside again, baby. Do you want that too? Do you wanna fuck me again. From behind? Huh? Do you wanna fuck me again, baby?" She kept her eyes locked with his as she took his thick prick back in her mouth, one of her hands returning to his thigh, her head bobbing, her "O" giving his rod quick short strokes.
He may have dreamed of Mom talking to him like this, but never thought he'd hear it. "Yeah... yeah." He thought they'd go back to the bed, but Mom surprised him.
Mara gave the big smooth head another hard suck, then yanked her head back. POP! She let go of his cock and nearly jumped up. She turned around and leaned forward, dipping her spine and pouting her ass towards Tommy while her forearm rested on the vanity countertop. Her other hand quickly went between legs, almost frantically wagging just under her pussy. "I'll guide you in, baby."
Tom stepped closer. His prick now hard as ever was angled upward pointing towards the ceiling. He had to pushed it down so Mom's fingers and thumb could grab it and guide it to her channel. He pushed in a bit more than the head. Mom's hand moved to the countertop. Jeezuz... after all the screwing they had done, she still felt tight.
Mara was panting breaths again. "Give it to me, baby... give it to me."
Somewhere within his crazed lust and reeling thoughts, he noted Mom was sort of talking like a slut now. He also realized a part of him want to fuck her as if she was a slut. He watched her squirming ass as his hands held her waist. He rammed his again throbbing love muscle into her juicy and tight cunt almost as hard as he could.
"UHH!" Mara's channel was instantly stretched and filled again. The force of his thrust had lifted her up onto tip toes and made her forearms slide a few inches on the countertop. She wanted to raise her head to look at him in the mirror but she was concentrating on pushing back. Tommy was still pressing forward, his cock swaying in her clutching channel as his groin churned and pushed against her ass. Her jaw clenched at the pleasure laced with discomfort if not pain in her tender pussy. The combinaion thrilled her, increased her sense of being wanton and free. She groaned though her teeth, "Ohhhh... ohhhhgod." She felt his right hand slide under her from her waist. His fingertip swirled around her tender clit. Her body shook with an erotic mix of pain and delight. She exhaled and whispered at the same time, "Oh-h-h-hhh."
Tom's eyes were on her churning, luscious ass. He also spoke through clenched teeth, "Is this what you want... baby?"
Mara's eyes were shut, a look of pain on her face, but it wasn't a grimace, it was the result of tingling waves of pleasure that seemed to travel from her pussy down to her toes and to the top of her head. She whispered again, "Y-yesss... ohgod... yesssss."
Tom pulled back, his goal as it had been earlier, was to make her cum, make her have the best ever orgasm of her life. He started thrusting forcefully but not so hard that he couldn't keep his fingertip attending her pearl or that he'd shove her forward too much. He had to bend his legs a little, the height difference apparent now. Mom moved back more, he compensated. Her head was on her forearms, face down. He heard her gasping breaths and moaning, her thrusting ass as forceful as his groin.
Her cunt felt perfect around him again, but he knew he'd be able to last long this time. When she moved back, he knew her breasts were swinging under her. His other hand moved from her waist and felt her pliant mounds, squeezing massaging, his thumb and index finger clamping each gumdrop shaped nipple, he twisted and tugged each, rougher than he had before, eliciting moans from Mom, but he didn't pull and twist as hard as he might have wanted. Mom might be talking like a slut, but he knew she wasn't, she was just as crazed as he was at the moment though.
Mara couldn't believe, even with a sore pussy, she was again on her way to an orgasm. Tommy was giving her exactly what she craved yet again. He wasn't a boy anymore that was for sure. She felt his balls slap against her clit and his finger each time he plunged into her. His cock was wondrous, he was amazing, it was all so hot, so right, so fulfilling. "Ohhh... oh baby."
His thrusts intensified. Mara felt herself sliding forward again. She shifted her forearms to flatten her palms against the vanity splashboard. "Oh... ohbaby." Pain and pleasure were one. She again felt that glorious freedom, that erotic animal taking over her body and mind. There had been love in everything they had done tonight, now lust was really taking over. Oh god... she had needed this for years, to feel this free, to feel her desires and needs being met... it was so good... yes... yes, glorious. Her body started shaking. "Oh... ohgod."
Tom needed to rest and take a few deeper breaths. He rammed his cock into her again, stayed deep, grinded his groin against her ass and his cock inside her. He glanced down. Mom was on tip toes again. Jeezuz... that was so hot.
Mara didn't expect the grinding. Suddenly she was peaking. "Oh... ohgod!" If she thought about it, she would have been amazed that in the tender state of her pussy she could even have an orgasm, let alone it being another orgasm for the night. Once again, her body convulsed inside and out as wave after delicious wave of excruciating pleasure, pleasure and sexual relief coursed through her out of control body. It was intense, but she was almost glad it wasn't as intense as the other ones.
Tom felt Mom's perfect cunt contracting repeatedly, it also felt like it was rippling around him. He was sure of it this time. Mom was incredible and she was light years beyond Marcia in giving him thrills, which he had either didn't know existed or only had hoped existed. He slowed his fingertip on her clit and didn't rub as hard. He remembered Marcia and, he seemed to recall Mom mentioning it earlier, maybe not, but he knew Mom's clit would be super sensitive now, probably had been from all the earlier fucking. Sensitive and tender. He watched her body twitch and jerk, listened to her moans. No, Mom wasn't a slut, but he bet if he ever fucked a girl who was, she'd orgaz just like this. He sensed his balls yet again turning blue. He was surprised by that a little. He thought if he shot a load that wouldn't happen, and he had shot... was it three times?
Mara started on the downward slope from her peak. She realized Tommy hadn't cum. "Baby... keep going... I-I wanna feel you cum in me... baby. I wan..." Her body jerked forward. "Urh!"
He listened to the sounds they were making-- smat! smat! thap! smat! smat!...
Tommy's hands move to her waist again. If he had fucked her hard before, he was now thrusting into her ferociously. He only felt the tip of his cock tap the end of her channel once in a while and wasn't sure it really did, but in this position behind her, he didn't think he'd ram the head into her cervix much if at all. Her luscious buns were in the way. His pace quickened.
smat! smat! smat! smat! smat! smat!
He was mesmerized by her bubble ass. Each time he thrust, his groin would ram her, her buns would absorb the force, sending a rippling shock wave through her toned glutes, her cheeks were almost like bouncing. He loved seeing that. He also saw drops of sweat falling from his head and fly off his body with each thrust. Mom's back was glistening again with her own sweat.
smat! smat! smat! smat! smat! smat!
He glanced up. Mom had her hands pressed against the backsplash again. He realized the shock wave was kind of traveling through her entire body. Her head was turned, her profile lying on the countertop, her mouth open gasping ragged breaths, her eyes shut tightly, almost as if she were in pain. He hoped she wasn't, didn't think she was, and anyway he really doubted he could stop until he emptied his balls again. His eyes went to her ass again. It wouldn't be long. He could sense his balls beginning to tighten. He heard Mom start to grunt with each of his thrusts, he also realized she was trying her best to shove back to meet every plunge of his prick. His cock seemed to swell more when he listened to the sound of his groin smacking her ass and her accompanying grunts. He liked hearing her grunt like that a lot.
"Ah!" smat! "Uh!" smat! "Uh!" smat! "Ah!" smat! "Uff!" smat! "Uh!" smat! "Oof!" smat! "Uh!"...
Mara didn't know how much longer her legs would hold her up. They felt like jelly from her orgasm, and she was up on tip toes. She had never been fucked so deliciously hard. The sound of his body smacking into hers, made her recall her sensations and odd thrills when Randy spanked her a few times, she didn't think of him, just the way it had felt and the sounds. It had been so hot. Mara's legs couldn't take any more. In fact her entire body seemed to be turning into jelly.
She gasped a few deeper breaths. "Give it to me, baby." A few more deeper gasps. "Give it to me... cum.. cum-in-me." More breaths. "Fuck me... fuck me, baby." She felt her legs give out but Tommy's hands shifted lower from her waist. He was holding her up, her toes barely touching the floor, he was actually holding her up, at least mostly it was him. The smacking got louder. Oh god... he's fucking me so hard... oh god... oh god I love it!
Smat! Smat! Smat! Smat! Smat! Smat!
Tom was close. He had never fucked Marcia, or even Gayle this rough, this hard. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He knew he was holding Mom up. She had suddenly become sort of a rag doll, not quite totally limp though. She was still trying to meet his thrusts by shoving back. God, her ass really was to die for. He loved seeing those shock waves and how her body jerked with each thrust. A slut... a slut would be like this, but she wasn't... no, she wasn't... she was his... mother. He was fucking his mother.
Tom drove deep and his cock exploded. "ARRRRH!" He kept pushing and grinding but that was mostly autopilot. It felt like his balls wanted to somehow squeeze up his cock and shoot into her gripping cunt. Oh jeezuz... this was fucking heaven on earth. As before, he thought he had never cum this hard. Sweat was running down his torso, his eyes shut tight, his face frozen into a grimace of pleasure as he tensed with each surge of his throbbing sore prick. Finally he was empty. His legs felt wobbly. He nearly fell forward onto Mom's heaving back.
As on the bed, neither of them could do much more than just gasp for breaths for the next few minutes. Tom's cock softened fairly fast. Neither of them twitched this time when it flopped out of her. Tom had a desire to look at her cunt, see if he had shot enough cum in her to leak out, but was too exhausted to think more about it, let alone move. It really wasn't a thing to do with his mom anyway. He blinked. Jeezuz... I fucked and cum in Mom every way possible tonight.
Mara made the first verbal sound, a giggle, then she spoke breathlessly, "Oh god, baby... that was so good."
Tom huffed a couple more breaths. "For me... too."
Again Mara released a soft giggle then said, "My legs... are jelly."
Tom stirred. He chuckled softly, then kissed her neck. "Shower?"
Mara eyes were closed, her profile rested on her forearm. She nodded. Her words were still breathy, "Uh-huh... then... then sleep... only sleep."
Tom grinned. It was like she had read his mind. He still didn't want the night to end, but he was just too freakin' exhausted. "Yeah... sounds good."
A minute passed. Mara grinned. "You gotta move off me, baby."
"Oh... yeah." He chuckled, when Mom giggled softly again.
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CHAPTER 5
Tom woke with a stiff cock. His head was pressing lightly into Mom's shoulder. It took him a moment to realize he was sleeping with her, then another moment to realize it was the first time he had slept with a girl all night. He smiled. Well... part of the night, to morning at least.
Mom was on lying on her side facing away from him. He wished he had awakened with his body pressed against hers, spooning her with his morning hard-on wedged between her luscious bubble buns. Jeezuz... he had fucked her in the ass and she had loved it. He doubted if Marcia had given in to him instead of breaking up with him about it, that it would never have been anywhere near as hot as it had been with Mom last night. Mom really had loved it. He smiled. He was really glad Marcia had dumped him.
He thought for a few moments. When he had been trying to convince Marcia to try it, he had been concerned, at least in the back of his mind, that if she agreed, he'd become some sort of anal freak afterwards and never want to fuck the regular way after that. It had been awesome having his cock in Mom's ass, there had been an odd really hot rush of... of what? Of erotic power?... yeah, sort of a rush of erotic power knowing his cock was in her ass, how taboo that was, and that she was doing it for him... with him. Now looking back though, what was even better was screwing her incredible perfect pussy.
He slid his head away from her back. The sheet was only on her, covering her body all the way up to her shoulder, only part of her upper back showing where his head had been. He looked down her form. She was incredibly hot. He thought about them after the first two showers. They had both made love and fucked like crazed animals. That had really been better than doing her ass. It really had been. Yeah, he'd love to do her ass again, even right now, but he'd actually rather make love, make lust with her again. He had even gotten that power rush a little when they had started fucking harder. They hadn't just fucked, it had been making love, and making lust. Doing her ass hadn't turned him into an anal freak. But... yeah, he'd love it in her ass again.
He wanted to make love with her right now. slowly, tenderly, but he bet she was hungover, and sore too. Not just her ass but probably her pussy too. The handful of times he and Marcia had really gone at it for a long time, screwing, resting, and then screwing more, she had told him the next day that she was really sore. Mom was probably the same way.
Jeezuz, her cunt had been so wet but so freakin' tight. It felt perfect, absolutely perfect. The last time in the bathroom he was glad he had shot a couple loads before that so he had more control. He was glad that earlier they did it in a few positions too. He wanted to find out which Mom liked the most. He smiled. As far as he could tell, she liked the few they did. In the bathroom he remembered her telling him to fuck her, to cum in her. Her words had been his trigger. As soon as she said that, he exploded. Yeah, that had been awesome, fucking her so rough, like they were freakin' animals.
He had been exhausted after that, as he had after the time on the bed. He was glad on the bed he remembered not to just roll off her. He had given her a bunch of kisses and did all that tender stuff that he had read about in that lovemaking book at the library.
Wait. Did he? He hoped he did. Marcia had loved that. Hell, he liked it too, it seemed to make it more making love than just fucking. It was fun too, little laughs, smiles all that... but mannnn... that last time in the bathroom, he had been too exhausted after he pumped his load into Mom to do anything more than breathe. She had been exhausted too.
He was pretty sure she fell asleep before he did. He had loved the way she nestled her body into his, her inner thigh on top of his, her head on his shoulder, her hand slowly stroking his chest, only a half dozen times or so before her breathing got deep and regular. He smiled. A few times she had this cute, not really a snore, more like a noisy breath. He recalled he could still smell booze on her breath, even after she brushed her teeth. God, it had all been hotter than his wildest fantasies.
Some of that tender stuff would be good to do now. He was sure she was asleep. Would waking her with kisses be a good thing to do, even if she was hungover? She'd probably groan, then ask him to get some aspirins or something for her. He knew they were going to need to talk. He was hoping she'd be okay with all of it, and that even see how they could keep doing it, not all the time, but like when Dad went on a business trip or maybe during the day once in a while when he was at work. Would she go for that? She was as horny as he had been last night. She needed it as much as he did, and...
His gut clenched when he thought of Dad. No, it was okay. He'd never know, and Tom was sure Dad wasn't giving Mom what she wanted, what she needed. Tom knew he was bullshitting himself, but then again, if Dad wasn't stepping up, then...
Tom decided to think about that later. Maybe Mom really would be fine with it. He knew he really didn't think she would be, but... she was the one who said they should fuck last night, right? That first time she said no, but then later she said yes. Maybe even being a bit drunk she had already made up her mind that it would be okay to keep doing it. Yeah, maybe she already decided. Maybe she'd be perfectly fine with a little secret relationship. Dad wouldn't be hurt because he wouldn't know about it! Jeezuz, just thinking it might come true made his cock even harder than it had been a couple minutes ago. He noticed again none of the sheet was covering him. He wondered if she pulled it off him in her sleep. It was just wrapped around her.
His head moved towards her. He kissed her shoulder. He smiled. It made her twitch slightly, then tremble in her sleep. He raised his head a little, and planted another soft kiss closer to her neck. Again she trembled. He smiled before kissed her neck, then another higher on her shoulder. His body moved closer. His hand slid onto her sheet covered hip then started slowly sliding to her waist. She trembled yet again. He gave another kiss to her high shoulder, then pressed his chest against her back and leaned his head over to look at her profile. He froze. His gut clenched. Mom's face was scrinched, tears were running over the bridge of her nose. He saw the pillow was wet with them.
"Mom... are... are you all right?"
Mara swallowed, then sniffled. "You... you should go to your own bed to sleep."
"Mom..." He didn't know what to say. He felt like he was in freefall.
"I n-need to be alone. Please go to y-your own bed. Now... please." She sniffled again.
Tom was suddenly in a daze. "I... uh... okay." His cock had already deflated. He felt scared. "Mom, do you want anyth..."
Mara interrupted, "I need to be alone. Please just go." Her body trembled as she tried to stop herself from sobbing.
Tom still in a daze, slid off the opposite side of the bed. He was naked. When he rounded the bottom end of the bed, Mom rolled onto her other side, pulling the sheet up to her neck, as if she didn't want to look at him. He saw his sports shorts on the floor. He quickly stepped to them and picked them up, then noticed the squeeze bottle of lube on the floor. He picked that up too, then started for the hallway, his mind reeling.
Mara sniffled. "Close the door."
At the doorway, he grabbed the door knob, then looked back at Mom. She was shaking under the sheet. She wasn't making any sound, but he knew she was crying hard. He stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him.
Mara's mind was reeling too. She had been awake for nearly an hour, frozen with fear, grief, sorrow, and self-hatred for allowing last night to happen, for cheating on Phil, for doing so much damage to her son, for committing such depraved and perverted incestuous acts, for destroying her son's love for her and smashing her marriage vows with her sinful and disgusting needs, her selfishness, her self-centeredness. How could she have done it?! She started sobbing loudly. She had destroyed her son's life, her marriage, Phil's life, probably Denise's too, and her own life. Oh God.... I'm so sorry!
*
As the day wore on Tom got more and more nervous, even scared. He periodically returned to her door just to listen. Before noon, he mostly heard crying, sometimes sobbing, sometimes Mom blowing her nose. In the afternoon all those sounds lessened. He brought her a tray of cut up fruit, two containers of yogurt, a glass of ice water, and a glass of cranberry juice. He knocked on the door and told her he had lunch tray for her. She didn't answer him. He got more scared, then even more when he tried to open the door and it was locked.
"MOM! MOM! Are you all right?!" He stupidly tried to turn the knob repeatedly.
"I'm not hungry."
Tom exhaled with relief. "You... you have to eat something. I have some ice water and some juice for you on the tray too." She didn't respond. He looked at the tray, then the closed door. "Mom, I-I understand that you don't even want to look me right now, but you have to eat. I'm going to put the tray on the floor out here. I'll go downstairs, and-and wait ten minutes, then I'll come back. If... if the tray is still on the floor, I'm... I'm going to get the pin and unlock your door and come inside. You-you have to eat."
His eyes welled up as he listened for a response. None came. He set the tray on the floor, wiped his eyes, then went downstairs. He sat at the island counter watching the clock. When he returned to her door exactly ten minutes later, the tray was gone.
Throughout the afternoon, Tom continued to quietly go up the stairs and listen. Mom was still crying on and off. Around 4:00PM Bill called. Tom talked to him for only ten minutes. Bill asked him a couple questions that made Tom's gut clench. He gave him quick answers, then changed the subject.
Bill told him Julie was going to drag him to the movies again to see some chick flick on Friday night, maybe they could do something on Saturday during the day. Saturday evening he was going out with Julie again, they were going to double with Jim and Carie.
Tom said he'd probably not be able to do anything Saturday, because his dad was coming home and he had to mow the lawn and do some other shit, and he really wasn't up for much anyway.
"Hey, dude, I know it's tough about Marcia, but... there's other pussy in the world, ya know?"
Tom responded, "I'll call you next week sometime."
"Okay, bro. Say hi to your mom for me." Bill smiled.
"Yeah.
"Later, dude."
"Yeah." Tom pressed the end button. He thought of Julie. He wondered if Bill knew just how fuckin' lucky he was. Nice, smart, fun, with a killer bod and an ass to die for.
Tom's gut clenched. Did Dad know how lucky he was having Mom. He thought his dad didn't know. Tom now thought Mom's actions over the past week were at least some of Dad's fault, he wasn't paying attention to her, he wasn't in love with her anymore. What a fuckin' dickwad. Tom closed his eyes. He knew he was trying to blame someone else for his own stupidity, for thinking with his prick instead of his brain. He loved her, she was his mom. How the fuck could he have been so fucking stupid?!
*
A little after 8:00PM, Mara came down the stairs, holding her tray and slowly walked to the kitchen. Tom gazed at her from where he was sitting in the upholstered chair in the family area. She was wearing pants pajamas with her white terry cloth robe cinched tight at her waist even though it was very warm in the house. Her hair looked damp, like it was only towel dried after a shower. She wasn't wearing any makeup. He rose from the chair and walked into the kitchen area. He saw she had hardly eaten anything from the tray. He looked on as she set it on the wall countertop, then put the bowl of fruit and the unopened container of yogurt back in the fridge. She picked up her water glass put some ice in it from refrigerator door dispenser, then started filling it with tap water.
He took a breath, trying to calm his nervousness, before speaking. "Mom? Are you... ahh... all right?"
Mara's throat tightened. "I'm tired. I'm not feeling well. I'm... going back to bed."
"Is there... anyth..."
Mara broke in, "I can't talk right now. I-I'm not feeling well. I'm... I'm sorry." She turned off the faucet. She couldn't look at him, out of shame, and out of fear she'd start crying again. She put the glass down, then held the edge of the countertop with both hands and stared into the sink. "We... we need to talk, but... I-I can't right now."
"Mom, I... I'm just so... sorry."
"I'm going to bed." Her teary eyes were about to overflow. She picked up her glass and headed for the stairs not chancing a glance at her son. It would do no good to try to talk to him yet. She knew he was concerned, maybe even scared but she couldn't help him even though she wanted to. She would fall to pieces again just looking into his eyes.
Tom watched her. As she reached the stairs, tears began running down his face.
*
When Tom woke Thursday morning his gut was already tensed. He glanced at the clock, it was a little past 7:30AM. He had drifted off to sleep sometime around 2:00AM, then woke about every 45 minutes to an hour since then, until the last time around 6:00AM.
He rubbed his face. His gut clenched tighter. His fears and guilt burgeoning yet again. He stared at the ceiling. Mom's going to tell Dad everything. They'll get a divorce. It's all my fault. I've ruined her life. I've ruined Dad's life. What if she stays in her room again today? What if she's having a nervous breakdown or something and I'm too stupid to realize it? Oh, jeezuz. She wouldn't take pills or something to off herself, would she? Would she? Oh jeezuz!
Tom jumped out of bed. He quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a T shirt, then rushed down to her room. The door was open. His almost vomited when he had a vision of Mom lying in the bathroom, dead from some overdose. He hurried to the master bath door. It was open, she wasn't inside. Where the hell is she?! He ran out of her room and downstairs. He saw her sitting at the island counter. His heart was racing. He slowed down and walked into the kitchen area. She was dressed in long shorts and a baggy T shirt, much like himself. It looked like she had showered but again only dowel dried her hair. There were dark shadows under her eyes. She was drinking a glass of orange juice.
"Mom? Do you want me to do anything for you. Fix you something to eat? Scrambled eggs or something."
"No."
"Mom... I-I'm sorry. I want to make things right. I-I don't know what to do. I'll do anything you want."
She didn't look at him. Her eyes welled up. "I... I don't know what to do either. I-I need to think." She looked away and wiped her eyes. She still couldn't stop the self-recriminations, the sadness, the guilt, the fears, the shame, regret, remorse that had swirled in her mind since she woke yesterday morning. "We... we will need to talk, but I-I c-can't right now."
"Do... do you want me t..."
She interrupted, "No. I don't want... don't want you to do anything for me." Her fingers wiped her eyes again.
His stomach seemed to be going down a roller coaster. Is she saying she doesn't want me around? Is... is she saying she doesn't love me anymore?
"I... I need time to-to think. Why don't you... why don't you go out for a while, spend some time with your friends."
Mara knew she had to start thinking clearly. She had never lied to Phil before and she knew she'd have to keep her horrible acts secret from him for the rest of her life if she was to hold her marriage and family together. She didn't know if she was capable of lying to Phil for one second let alone the rest of her life. She knew Tommy needed her right now, and she desperately wanted to hug him and tell everything would be all right, but she didn't know if that was true nor did she really believe it. She also knew if she hugged Tommy right now, she'd just break down sobbing again. She couldn't do that. She had to start thinking clearly, calmly, she had to figure out what to say to her son first, and then what to say if anything to Phil. She reminded herself for thousandth time, that Phil would be home in two days. She had two days to figure it all out, and she couldn't think clearly for more than a few moments. Figuring things out in two days was impossible! She wiped her eyes again.
Tom emotionally felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a baseball bat. "I... I-I guess I'll... do that." He waited a few moments to see if Mom would say anything more. She didn't.
He went up to his room to grab his wallet and keys, and put on sneakers. He left the house by way of the front door so he didn't have to walk passed her. He didn't drive to any friend's house, he went to the park. He walked to a secluded spot he and Marcia had found one day. They had a few impromptu picnics there, messed around a little too. When he got there, he sat with his back against a tree. A minute later he was crying and sobbing as hard as his mother had been doing the past couple days.
He didn't return home until 7:30PM after having a burger at a fast food joint. Mom was in her terry cloth bathrobe and pajamas again, filling a tall tumbler with ice at the fridge door. She didn't turn to look at him when he entered from the mud room.
Mara still couldn't face her son. "I'm going to bed. I'm... I'm still not feeling very well."
"Do... do you want me to do anything fo..."
She interrupted, "No. I... I just need to go to bed." She added water to the glass at the sink, then turned and headed upstairs.
Tom watched his mother disappear up the stairs. His eyes teared up. He hated himself to his very core.
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CHAPTER 6
Mara awoke. It was dark. She wasn't sure if it was still late Thursday night or early Friday morning. Her skin was damp with sweat, so was the pillowcase and the sheet beneath her. She looked at the windows. It wasn't yet dawn but close to it. She might have been asleep for a couple hours or so. She reached for a tissue to wipe her face and noticed the light at the bottom of the bedroom door. The hallway light was on. She thought she heard something, then a shadow passed by. Tommy was up already, or hadn't he been asleep yet? Was there something on the floor by the door? She wiped her face with the tissue, then sat up in bed. Was that an envelope?
She slid off the bed and went to the door. It was an envelope. She picked it up. In the dim light coming in from the street lamp she saw "Mom" written on it. She went back to her bed and turned on the lamp. The envelope wasn't sealed. She pulled open the tucked in flap, and removed a PC printed single page. She opened it up and started reading:
.
Mom-
I know you'll never forgive me for what I did, and you shouldn't forgive me. I'll never forgive myself. Even though I want things to go back to the way they were, us just being mother and son, having the great relationship we had before, I now know that's impossible no matter how much I wish we could, no matter how sorry I am for what I did to you. I know it's unforgivable. I am the worst son in the world.
I know that if I stay here, all I'll do is make you sad, make you feel terrible every time you lay eyes on me. I'm so sorry, so very sorry for hurting you. You may not ever believe this, but part of the reason I did what I did was for you, to make you feel good, to make you feel loved in a way I don't think you get anymore. But I also know I did it for myself, to make my terrible and crazy fantasies come true. What I've done is terrible, beyond forgiveness.
I owe you, you and Dad, the world, and you owe me nothing. I think the only way that you will be able to go back to the way you were, being beautiful, wonderful, happy, is for me to leave, to go away, to get out of your life. It's the only way.
By the time you read this I'll be gone. I'm have my savings so I'll be okay for a while. I'm going to try to get my job back with Halstan Construction and ask to be kept on after summer. I can't expect you and Dad to put me through college now or ever. I will tell Dad I just changed my mind about going to school. If I can't get a job, I'm going to join the military. I will be okay and hopefully you'll recover from what I did to you.
I'm so sorry, Mom, I'm so very, very sorry.
I will always, always love you.
Tom
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Tears were cascading down Mara's face. She dropped the letter and rushed to her locked bedroom door. She yanked it open and stepped into the hall. "TOMMY! TOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?!" She ran down to his room. He wasn't there, but she saw his sports duffel bag packed, and his backpack full too. She heard running steps on the stairs. She turned to look.
"Mom! What happened?! What's wrong?!"
Mara's hands formed fists. She shook them up and down with each of her shouted words, "You're... not... going... ANYWHERE!" She started sobbing and slowly fell to her knees. A moment later Tommy was next to her pulling her close, his arms wrapped around her. "You're... n-not... l-leaving!" Mara completely broke down.
Tom was scared even more than he had been the past couple days. He was afraid Mom was having a complete nervous breakdown. He considered calling 9-1-1. He moved his arms, one under her legs, the other around her back. He shifted, then picked her up. He carried her to her bedroom. She was gasping breaths and sobbing.
He lay her on the bed, then ran to the master bath, filled a Dixie cup with water and rushed back to the bed, then saw the glass on her night table. Mom had curled up into a fetal position and she was shaking as she cried. He set the cup down on the table, then pulled the sheet over her, not sure if that was best or not. Why didn't he know what to do?! He wiped his eyes and face realizing he was crying too. He saw his note on the floor. He thought he had been super quiet getting those two boxes down to his car. She must have heard him and woke up.
"Mom... should... should I take you to the-the hospital?"
Mara kept sobbing but shook her head.
"What... what should I do?" He hated himself more, not only for what he had done to her, but now for not knowing what the hell to do. His throat constricted. His voice was strained, "Mom... I'm sorry... I'm so damn sorry." More tears ran down his face.
Mara kept crying but she moved her arm raising it, her hand out to him. She felt him take it with both of his own. She pulled him until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She held his hand tighter, still crying, but the sobbing was lessening.
Mara cried for another five minutes, then she just caught her breath for a few minutes, her hand still tight on his. She sniffled, didn't look at him when she spoke. "You're not... going anywhere, Tommy."
Tears were still running down Tom's face. "Mom... I don't know what to do. I... what I did was unforgivable. I-I never should have-have touched you. All I do now, all I will do now is make you sad, upset you... I-I don't want to do that to you. I hate myself for what I did, but I don't know what else to do, but... but to leave."
"You're not leaving. You're not going anywhere." She took a few more deep breaths. "I have to go to the b-bathroom. Let me up."
Tom stood. He felt Mom's hand loosen on his so he let it go. He wiped his eyes and face with his hand.
Mara stood up, didn't look at Tommy as she said, "Don't you dare leave this room." She walked into the master bath and closed the door.
Tom sat on the edge of the mattress again. Damn me. DAMN ME! He then thought he probably would be for what he had done. How could he have thought it would be good for her too? He suddenly remembered what he had said to Alicia, how he wasn't a man yet, but wasn't a kid either. No, I'm just one selfish, stupid fucking asshole! Tuesday night with Mom, he hadn't given a thought, or at least much thought, to what might happen on Wednesday, how she would feel the next day. What the hell had he expected? How could he have possibly imagined everything would just go back to normal, with maybe him and Mom hooking up now and then because it felt really good and because Dad was an incredible idiot about giving her what she obviously needed? How the fuck could he have been so freakin' blind and stupid?! She was his mother for godsakes! Friday night had been different. Things couldn't go back to normal after Tuesday night the way they had after that Friday night.
Tom heard the bathroom door open. He looked up and saw Mom with her thick terry robe on, cinched tight around her waist.
"Tommy, those... those bags on your bed. Unpack them. You're not leaving this home, this family."
"Mom, I just d..."
Mara interrupted, "Unpack them now." She wiped her eyes with a tissue in her hand. "We... we'll figure out... w-what to do. How... how t-to make things right again."
"Mom, I..."
She broke in again, "Just go and unpack. Now."
Tom stood. "Are you all right? Do you want anything?"
"I'm... okay. Unpack, then... go downstairs. Make yourself something to eat. And... I'll shower and... and come down soon." She wiped her eyes again.
"Okay, Mom." He felt more tears rising as he headed to his room.
*
Tom shifted his ass in the overstuffed chair. They had been talking in spurts with long intervals of silence for nearly three hours. He glanced at Mom on the couch. She had come down wearing cotton pleated pants and a loose T shirt, obviously covering up as much of her body as she could no matter how warm it was in the house. She had a pile of crumpled, tear stained tissues next to her. She was gazing at her hands slowly twisting another tissue.
He mentally reviewed most of what had been said. They each had nearly fallen over themselves trying to take the blame for what happened. Mom saying she was the worst the mother and wife in the world, he saying he was the absolute worst son in the universe. He had argued with her, repeatedly saying it was all his fault. He told her she was talking like he was ten years old, but he wasn't some naive boy, so it was his fault. Then about an hour or so ago, they had sort of agreed to share the responsiblity.
He had told her he'd do anything to make things right again, even doing what he had written in the note. She had gotten vehement about him not leaving, that it wasn't the solution for any of it, that it would just make everything worse, and he wasn't going into the army ever. He knew it would have been difficult to explain his sudden leaving to Dad, but he figured he could just tell him he had changed his mind about college and just wanted to be on his own. Something like that.
He assumed that Dad could never know. He knew that was probably tearing Mom apart, and he guessed it would be similar for himself too once Dad returned, but at the moment he didn't feel that bad about what in essence had been dissing his dad really badly, incredibly badly, yet the guy was a fuckin' idiot not to still be crazy in love with Mom. The guy had to be a total doofus.
They hadn't said a word for at least ten minutes. He wished he could think of something new to say. He watched tears run down Mom's face again. She wiped her eyes and cheeks with the tissue yet again.
Mara took a breath. "I... I don't know how I'm going to face your father. I've never lied to him, not about anything important... significant. I know I'll have to in order save our marriage, to-to keep the family together, but... but I don't know if I can do it, and it's not r-right, it's terribly wrong and... n-not fair to him at all."
Tom decided to say what he had been thinking since the beginning of their talk. "Mom? Why can't we just do like... like we did after Friday night, just... just have things go back to normal. I love you. I didn't want to hurt you in any way. I thought... I don't know what I thought, but I sort of believed Tuesday night would be good for you. I know how crazy and stupid it was to think that now, but... I'm not blind, I-I know Dad... I mean, you know, you two, it's... probably... maybe it's gotten stale or whatever. I-I really did want to make you feel good, make you-make you feel beautiful and-and hot, because you are. Mom... I love you so much, you're my mom, I'm your son. None of that has changed. Please, Mom, let's... can't we just leave it in the past, like... like you've kind of said about me and Marcia, remember? Except... except you and I... we'll still love each other like before, like a mother and son. Please, Mom... please."
Mara wiped her eyes again. She didn't know if that would ever be possible. She knew they hadn't really made love, what they had done was fuck. Or was some of it making love? Maybe some of it had been, but most of it had been lust, both Tommy's and her own. They had fucked. Could they ever just love each other as mother and son again?
She had never had a night like that before, not even Randy had thrilled her like that. How could they go back to the way things were before? She wished Tommy had never gone out last Friday night. None of this would have happened! She knew part of her was blaming Phil too, his disinterest, his obliviousness to her needs, yet she knew if anyone was blameless in this entire thing, it was her husband. It had been her decision to commit acts so depraved she got sick to her stomach now just contemplating the sin of it, yes, the incredible sin of it. And now her sin was making her cry and making her wonderful son maybe even more upset than herself.
She rationally knew she wasn't the only one at fault even though she felt like it. Tommy wasn't naive nor was he stupid. He had been so much like Randy in a way -- Just this, this is nothing, let me just do this. Had he said that though? She really wasn't sure now, but if he had, she knew at the time he didn't really mean just this and no more. Tommy was a guy, just like any guy when it came to sex, and she was just as willing as any slut to go along with it, knowing full well what was going on.
Yes, she had been a little drunk, some of the time with him she couldn't even remember, but without a doubt she knew, just as she had kept saying 'No' as she held his beautiful cock and stroked it, as she had sucked him, and fucked him with her mouth. She knew her 'no's' were nothing more than a backup rationalization for what she willingly did, that she could tell herself later that she had protested even though Tommy had never forced her to do anything. Yes, he obviously knew his way around girls, and she was as crazy as she had been during her slutty period in college. Her stomach tensed. Had she even said 'no' to him Tuesday night? Was she mixing it up with Friday night? She blinked. Yes, when he had first rubbed his cock on her pussy. She was sure she had at least said no to that, for all the good it did later.
She had willingly done everything, and it was she who said she wanted to make love with him later. She initiated it. That had been her decision even though she hadn't really given it much thought at the time. She had wanted him, needed him. Yes, it was making love, but it had mostly been lust, lust for both of them. Yet Tommy really did love her, and she really loved him. It wasn't the love, the romantic love, the marital love she had with Phil though. She knew that too.
She also knew she was the only responsible one. Tommy had been drunk both times. Her own inebriation on Tuesday night proved how that clouded thinking and morals and judgment. And it wasn't his fault he had a cock that she found so alluring. That's who to blame for all this, his stupid cock! For the first time in three days she almost smiled. Yes! Blame his stupid, beautiful, manly, wonderful cock! It wasn't the devil made me do it! His PENIS made me do it!
Mara exhaled. Maybe she was getting menopausal, or maybe she was just going insane, or... maybe she was afraid of getting old, of losing a part of her life that at one time had been so thrilling and fulfilling with Phil, with Phil even more so than Randy because there had been love with Phil. At least she was still on the pill. Soon she'd not be having periods and the pill wouldn't be necessary. At least in that way she was looking forward to menopause. Some of her friends were already going through it. No periods, yes, that would be nice.
Phil. Damn Phil. He was the love of her life, and they had been so wonderful together for so many years, then... what happened? Yet, no matter what the situation with him, how could she have done this to him? Cheated on him. And what about Tommy? She had cringed since waking Wednesday about how she might have ruined his life too. How could she have only thought about her needs, tipsy or not? How could any mother ever be that horny? That needy? How could she had done something so depraved? So perverted?
Mara took a slow deep breath, sighed, and wiped her eyes. "Oh, Tommy."
"Mom, I'll do anything... anything to make this up to you, and to get things back to what they were between us, and... and you and Dad. I feel so guilty about making you feel so bad. I'm so damn sorry I hurt you. I know you... you feel terribly guilty about Dad, well... so do I. I-I'll somehow make it up to him too." He hoped Mom couldn't tell he had sort of just lied. Yeah, he loved his dad, but he thought he was a total fool about Mom. How could he not be hooking up with her every single day?! The guy was a total idiot. If he was Dad, he'd never let Mom out of the bedroom. Jeezuz, she had even loved anal.
Mara glanced at her son's eyes, then looked at her hands twisting the tissues. She knew she loved Phil, but what she felt most guilty about regarding him, was not that she broke her marriage vows and cheated on him, let alone with their own son, her main guilt regarding him was that she thought she should feel more guilty, more remorseful about it. She probably would if it had been with some man, but it had been with Tommy. The very bottom line truth was she couldn't be more confused about everything, even about what to feel most guilty and regretful.
She felt terrible, remorseful and guilty beyond a doubt for the incest, intensely remorseful about that, but the cheating aspect? Yes, but not equally intensely. In a very odd way, a way that really didn't count, she had cheated on Phil with Phil. Half of Tommy was Phil. She knew that was ridiculous if not insane thinking, but in a very odd way, she had viewed it like that for a moment now and then over the past few days. She also knew Tommy was half her, but she didn't give that much thought. If it was about something else she might have smiled about her crazy, convoluted, rationalized thinking with that last thought. She had sex with herself a lot the past ten years. Yes, ridiculous to even consider, it was nothing more than quirky, insane thoughts.
She wiped her eyes again. She suddenly had an urge to tell Tommy the sex had been beyond wonderful, something she'd never forget, something she'd probably always want to experience again. Was that going to be the most difficult part of trying to get things back to normal? No, absolutely not the most difficult, but it was going to be difficult. Facing Phil, lying to Phil, carrying that lie and the knowledge she cheated on him and betrayed her vows; and how she had in a diferent way, cheated Tommy too by being a horrible, perverted mother. Those were going to be the absolute most difficult things. How could she ever atone for what she had done to Tommy and Phil, and the lie she would have to continue with Phil? If she could lie to him.
She frowned as she peripherally thought of Randy once again. Tommy was like him, he had turned her back into a slut. NO! She knew that wasn't true, certainly not about Tommy, and not about Randy either. She hadn't been some dumb naive girl when she met Randy, and Tommy hadn't taken advantage of her in the slightest. But now that she had experienced the thrill once more, how was she going to put it behind her again? All the cravings, all the desires? That fulfilling sense of being wild, crazy, and her weird desires, yes, even that little thread of 'submissive lite.' She didn't want think about that last thing, to even let her toe touch it let alone step into that psycho territory.
She blinked a couple times, then her stomach tensed with a brand new thought. Mara looked up into her son's eyes. "Tommy, I've... I've never... never cheated on your father. You don't th..."
He interrupted, "Mom, I know that. I've never thought that." He had wondered about Dad cheating on her though.
She stared into his eyes for a couple moments before looking down again. Tommy believed her. She relaxed. Guys were stupid sometimes. They thought if you did something with them, you must have done it a thousand other times. She had never cheated on Phil, that is, until this past week.
Tom spoke softly, "Do you think he's cheated on you? Has he?"
Mara's head jerked up. "Do... Do you? Do you know something I don't?" That was a thought that she had quite a few times the past five years.
"I..." He exhaled. "I don't know anything. It... ahh.... ah, nothing, Mom."
"What? Tell me." Did he know something?! Oh god! She'd be lost without Phil!
"I... I just don't get why he's... he's not with you in your bedroom all day long."
She had similar thoughts over the past five years. She relaxed. Tommy wasn't going to surprise her by saying he saw Phil with another woman. She gave her answer a moment of thought before speaking. "Tommy, I never really said we didn't have... I never said we didn't have a good sex life."
Tom exhaled. "I thought we were going to be honest in this discussion."
"I... I didn't lie. I just said I never said anything about it." She really didn't want to talk about her sex life with Phil. It seemed too much like another violation of her marriage vows.
"You said... so long, the other night."
"What?" At first Mara thought he was referring to length, then to goodbye.
"You said, 'It's been so long.' I thought that meant you hadn't, you know, made love in... in quite a while."
"I-I said that?" Tommy nodded. Mara took another slow breath. "It... we're older, Tommy, it's not like we're... teenagers."
"In other words, you really wish you guys hooked up a lot more."
Mara frowned and almost glared at her son.
"I'm right... right?"
Her glare faded. She looked down at the almost disintegrated tissue in her hand. Little bits of it were in her lap and the cushion. Her eyes teared up yet again. She nodded.
Tom felt his cock twitch and he hated himself for the automatic response. He wanted to tell her again how they could continue to hook up, help each other in that way, and no one would get hurt, but he was smart enough to know that would just upset Mom again, and it would be extremely foolish to believe, let alone verbalize. "Mom, I hope you know... I mean, if... if I was smarter guy, and maybe a little older, I'd... I'd pull him aside and tell him to... to freakin' wake up and-and see the beautiful treasure he had in you. I... It just... I don't know, it just pisses me off he's so... so..."
Mara half smiled at her hands. "Oblivious?"
"Yeah... that. Haven't you two... you know, talked?"
Once more, Mara almost smiled, both at the compliment her son just given her, but mostly because her eighteen year old son was giving her marriage advice, the funniest part, was that he was doing it fairly well. "I... yes, I've tried, but... well, I should have tried harder I guess. Phil is... I don't think he believes anything is wrong."
"Jeezuz, Mom, wake the guy up."
"Why do you think I started being disciplined about going to the health club? Yes, most of it was for me, so I'd feel better physically and psychologically, but... it was also for your father."
"The guy is blind and stupid."
Mara's eyes glared. "Tommy, never talk about your father like that. Never!" She could see the anger and frustration in his eyes and on his face.
"I wish... I wish you'd just see this from m..."
"Tommy, don't." She saw his frustration grow. Her anger dissipated. She knew she had to give him something and it should be the truth. Her voice softened, "Tommy? I'm only going to say this once, and do not interpret it as meaning I'm having any second thoughts about us never again doing what we did. All right?"
His brow pinched. He felt a little scared and wasn't sure why. "What... what is it?"
"You made me feel so good, made me feel feminine, beautiful, desired that night. It was horrible of me that I let it happen, but... that night... I needed that, you, what we did. It felt so wonderful, it... it now scares me a little. We can never do it again, it was terribly wrong, it couldn't have been more wrong, Tommy, but... I'll always remember that night with you." She didn't want to cry but her eyes welled to the brim. She suddenly regretted saying anything. Oh god... I just made another mistake!
Tommy's eyes filled too. He had to clear his throat before speaking, "Mom... I'll never forget it either. I... I loved making love to you. You... god, you were so beautiful, so... so incredible... every moment. But... I know it was wrong of me. I never want to hurt you again, in-in any way."
Mara's face was scrinching up. Tears were running down her face yet again. Her voice squeaked, "Give your mother a hug, Tommy." She was glad she at least hadn't told him the full truth, that it had been the most thrilling, hottest sex of her life.
He quickly sat on the couch and took her into his arms. He hugged her tightly. "I love you so much, Mom. I'll never upset or hurt you, or make you feel sad again. I p-promise."
"I love you, Tommy." Mara's arms tightened around his shoulders. Correct or not, it suddenly felt as if the healing process had just started. She hoped she was right. If she could figure out what was 'most right' to do regarding Phil, hopefully soon things would be back to normal once again. She and Tommy still needed to talk more. Make sure everything was out in the open.
She tapped Tommy's shoulder. He pulled away. "Would you please get me a glass of juice. And... I think we need to discuss everything more." Mara shut her eyes. She was scared to death she'd not be able to face Phil tomorrow. She needed more time to prepare. To prepare to lie to him by omission for the rest of her life. Her guilt, regret, and remorse skyrocketed yet again.
"Sure, Mom." Tommy rose, thinking about what she had said, how she'd never forget that night with him. He headed to the kitchen and returned a minute later with a glass of cranberry juice for her and soda for himself. He went to the chair to sit.
As they sipped their drinks, Mom basically reviewed everything that they had already said. He posed another question then finished his soda. He had just asked her again if she was going to talk with Dad about their marriage and sex life and if she'd sort of tell him what she was going to say to Dad.
"Tommy, as I've told you, I've tried talking to him. I... I don't even know how I'd start the conversation with him. Yes, I should and will talk to him again, but..." She stopped speaking when she saw Tommy's eyes grow distant yet intense too. He was looking right at her but she knew he wasn't seeing her.
Tom blinked. "Mom, what about this? Remember how I was crying last Friday about Marcia?"
"Yes."
"Tell him about that."
"What?" Her brow pinched. "Tell him what?"
"You tell him how I was crying, how... how I said I was torn up because... because I loved her so much, and I was so in love with her, and then... mention how you guys were really in love before too, you know, not just loved each other, but were in love with each other, and then... then you can say... can ask him why you and he aren't like that anymore, why aren't you in love. That's... that's your lead in, he'll... he'll listen because I'm sure he'd want to hear about me acting like a damn wimp."
"Tommy, he'll just say we're not teenagers anymore."
"Yeah... okay, but then you say, you really need to feel like a teenager again! That-that you really miss how it was between you two, and-and you want that back again. That you need that back again. Then say... then point out that-that I'll be going to school in a couple months, so will Denise, and you two will be alone again, in a way, sort of like it was when you were going out in college, and when it was early in your marriage."
He started to smile. "And... it's all true, even the part about me!" He let the smile appear. "I think Dad's an idiot about you, but I don't think he's dead or totally blind. And-and... tell him to get a script for those E-D pills! And... and if he pulls that we're not teenagers crap, get... get angry! Why not?! It does make you angry, doesn't it? That should make him start listening to you, right?"
Mara actually thought it was a good idea, but she realized Tommy really didn't understand at all what she was feeling, and what she was scared of happening. How good or lousy her sex life was with Phil, wasn't her main concern any longer. She wanted to be able to save her marriage, somehow make it all up to Phil, to repent, but she didn't know if that would be fair to Phil. She also didn't know if she could ever become "normal" again, carrying the horrible secret in her heart, and in essence lying to Phil for the rest of her life.
*
The first test for Mara about whether she'd be able to face her husband came an hour after dinner. The landline phone rang. Tommy ran to the kitchen to get it.
"Hello?" Tom figured it was Dad calling. He usually did the night before he returned from a business trip. He usually called every day he was away. He hadn't done that this time. He wondered again if Dad was playing around on Mom.
Mara watched him. She knew it was Phil calling about his arrival time tomorrow and that he'd just take an airport limo back to the house. Her stomach knotted tightly.
"Not much, you know, just hangin' with the guys." Tom was really nervous. He glanced at his mother on the couch. She was staring at him with wide eyes, her teeth clamped on her lower lip. She looked even more nervous than he felt. "Ahh... yeah, she's around. Let me find her." He pressed the mute button on the cordless, making sure he pressed it in. He started towards Mom. "It's... it's Dad." He came closer. She looked petrified. "You... ahhh... are you in?"
Mara nodded. She took a deep slow breath, then held her hand out. Tommy pressed the button to unmute the phone then gave it to her. "Phil?"
"Hi honey. Sorry again for not calling much. I've been working sixteen hour days. Listen, I've got some bad news. I'm going to be stuck out here for... at least a few more days. The... the Feds might be getting involved."
Suddenly Mara's nervousness was sidetracked. "The... the Feds? What do you mean?"
"My team found some... accounting errors, repetitive errors in the subcontractor deliveries on at least five DOD contracts. So, by Feds, I mean federal prosecutors, and the FBI."
Mara blinked. "Oh my god. Who... what... I mean..."
Phil interrupted, "Honey, sorry, but I can't tell you much about it, especially over my cell phone. We're still looking through files. In fact we're literally moving a ton of documents, boxes of them. At least I'm getting exercise. We have to photocopy every piece of paper that's on the subpoena. Today's been both physical and tedious."
"You can't tell me more about it?"
Phil took a slow breath. "It's... okay, listen... in essence, the corporation is paying some subcontractors for parts that don't exist, and the DOD has been charged for those nonexistent parts. The sub is undoubtedly kicking money back to... person or persons in management out here." He sighed. "Damn... I must be exhausted. I really shouldn't have told you that. Make sure you don't mention it to anyone. Okay, Mara?"
"I won't, Phil. Do... do you know who's been doing it?"
"We've got a pretty good idea. Mara, really, you can't mention this to anyone. Stock prices, other concerns, plus it involves the Defense Department."
"Phil, I won't tell anyone. So... when did you say you're coming back?"
"Not until Wednesday at the earliest. Maybe not until next Friday."
Mara tensed. She glanced at Tommy sitting in the arm chair again. She had been scared thinking about facing Phil and keeping her secret, for a moment she got more frightened that he'd not be here tomorrow. No! Never again! She decided it was a good turn of events, there would be a few more days for her to sort things out, and hopefully life to approach normal at the house again. She needed time to figure out how to handle it, how to try to atone for her sins, how to face Phil and not break down into a sobbing mess. "I... I miss you, honey." She realized that was the truth.
"I miss you too, sweetheart. Just a second, got another call."
She listened to ten seconds of silence, then Phil came on again.
"Honey? I have to take this other call. I'll phone you on Monday, maybe I'll have a better idea then when I'll be coming home."
"All right. I-I love you, Phil." She did and it made her guilt burgeon yet again.
"Love you too, honey. I'll talk to you soon."
The line went dead. She pressed the end button. Her ongoing state of guilt, remorse, and shame continued growing, knowing she was glad she'd have a few more days to figure out how to hide her sins from her husband, who, even with all her disappointments regarding him and their marriage, she still did truly love. He really was the love of her life. How could I have broken my vows to him?!
Tom's gut was knotted. "What... what did he say?"
She set the cordless down, then turned to Tommy. "He said he probably won't be back until Wednesday at the earliest. He'll call Monday to-to let us know for sure." Mara's eyes began to tear.
Tom didn't relax, in fact his gut tensed more. "Mom? You really love him, I mean a lot, don't you? Even though he... he's not much in love with you."
Mara's face scrinched. She nodded as tears dripped from her eye lashes.
Tom's eyes also moistened. "Mom... I'd really like to hug you right now. Can I?"
Mara nodded again. Tommy sat next to her and wrapped her in his arms. Her profile lay on his shoulder, as she started softly crying.
"It's all my fault, Mom. We're... going to-to figure out how to wake Dad up. We... we will figure something out. I want you to be happy, Mom. I want that more than anything."
Mara realized her son wasn't interpreting her tears correctly, they had nothing to do with what she wanted. How could I have done this to Phil? How could I have done those things with Tommy? I've hurt they both so terribly!
Tom spoke softly, "Need another tissue?" Mom nodded. He leaned forward and grabbed the tissue box. She took a couple.
"Let me sit back, Tommy." When he pulled his arm from around her shoulders, she leaned back, wiped her eyes and blew her nose.
"Do... you want me to sit in the chair?"
The tissue was at her nose again. She shook her head. "No, sit here next to me." She used the tissue again.
"Mom? I know you feel awful about... ahh, about Dad, please don't let this upset you, but I want to tell you a thought I had."
She looked at him still wiping her nose. She lowered her hand. "What?"
"You and Dad have been married for like over twenty years, right?"
"Twenty-one."
"You were never with... ahh... anyone until the other night, with... with me." He saw his mother's eyes tear up yet again. "We were together Tuesday night for a total of... of like seven hours and like over half of those were sleeping. I know people are never supposed to... ahh... stray after they're married, and yeah, it's wrong, but... on one hand you have twenty-one years of being, you know, faithful, and on the other hand really only like three hours of... of not doing that. I-I know you wish those few hours didn't happen, and I know you feel terrible and guilty about it, but three hours isn't that much out of twenty-one years. I think you should cut yourself some slack about it."
She knew it was a rationalization and that Tommy was trying to make her feel better, but he really didn't understand. Yes, looking at it that way made it might seem insignificant, but she knew it wasn't. She cheated on the love of her life and possibly psychologically and emotionally scarred her son. Somehow she had to make everything right. She hoped she'd be able to figure out how. She was glad she had almost five more days to do that, just knowing that made the weight on her feel a tad lighter and gave her hope.
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CHAPTER 7
Mara was glad she and Tommy talked yesterday, and that Phil had called. Warranted or not, this morning she was feeling more confident about the situation, and although she knew the guilt and remorse would be with her for the rest of her life, she would make amends for it in every way possible, to Tommy and especially to Phil.
As she had after that Friday night, she now also felt she and Tommy would be able to go back to and maybe somehow might even have a better mother-son relationship, not because of the sex they had shared, but the trauma they shared afterwards. Tommy did love her as his mother. She knew he had been telling the truth about leaving home in order to help her. He knew it had all been a horrible mistake the first time and the second time. Alcohol, desire, love, lust, and fantasies was an explosive mixture.
She was glad that she'd have a few more days to get herself together before Phil came home. She would do everything she could to make it up to him. And if their eventual talk about their sex life didn't change anything, she'd live with it, accept it. She loved him. Nothing was perfect. Everything was going to be all right.
For the first time in days she actually felt calm and physically refreshed. It was probably good she spent an hour and a half at the health club earlier. She picked up her pace walking through the outdoor mall. She was still wearing her exercise outfit, plus her tan wrap around skirt. The temperature had dropped over ten degrees last night, so even though the sun was brightly shining, the heavy humidity and heat of the past week was gone, replaced with the more mild summer weather that was usual for the first half of summer.
The heating/cooling contractor had called yesterday evening, apologized for not calling earlier, then said early next week would be the soonest he'd have someone available to make a service call. Mara recalled thinking a week ago it wouldn't be repaired until the day before Phil returned. It seemed the repair of the AC really was somehow connected to Phil's return. She shook her head as an actual small smile appeared on her lips.
She and Tommy had spoken more early this morning. They had touched on marriage and the "in love" thing again, but she knew he was really talking about getting Phil interested in heating up the bedroom. Tommy really was viewing this from a teenager's perspective. He suggested she buy Phil some sort of welcome home gift, and Tommy went on to explain, it should be something she'd wear, not his dad, or if she felt more adventurous, he knew of an adult novelty store that wasn't too far outside of town.
Wide eyed, she had told him never to go to a store like that. Tommy laughed briefly for the first time in days and said, "Too late to tell me that." At that moment, she had wished she knew a smidge less about her son.
The main part of his new inspired plan was that he thought he really should pull Phil aside and have a conversation with him about "taking care of you" is the way Tommy had described it, but that she should write up a list of all the things he should say to Phil, if she herself couldn't come out and speak to Phil directly.
He went on to say he thought she should talk to him bluntly about how she felt and her needs, said she should handle it like one of her "conferences" with him or Denise, like she had been with him last Saturday. Put him in his place about all of it. Point out how damn lucky he was to have her as his wife. Tommy repeated what he had said yesterday after Phil's call, that she should tell him to see his doctor and get a script for those E-D pills, the long lasting brand, so he was always ready to start picking up his end of the deal.
Mara had first thought the idea Tommy talking to his Dad was ludicrous, but since then, she thought it might be worth a try, combining both her talking to Phil, and then Tommy having a sort of 'man to man' discussion with his dad too... no, not a "man to man" talk, but possibly something much more subtle. If her "conference" didn't work with Phil, he might actually listen more closely to Tommy than her. She was concerned her talk with him would end up like the other times she had tried to get him to discuss their marriage and sex life. She had never even been able to get to the part about "her needs." Yes, maybe a double front verbal assault on Phil would be best. And her son was right, it should be a "conference" with Phil. Tommy suggesting his plan had nearly made her cry. It showed how much he did love her, and loved Phil too.
Although any "conference" about it seemed to be putting the cart before the horse. Her priority was saving her marriage and figuring out if atoning for her sins was even possible. She also was wondering if keeping it secret was for Phil's benefit, or was it only for herself? Although Tommy talking about the "conference" had made her think during her work out this morning. Her current interest in heating things up in the bedroom, wasn't her needs, but that she thought Phil would be happier, it would be one way to try to make amends, and yes, it would make her happier too, but her needs and happiness truly were secondary now. Although if they did have a conference, she might be able to find out what would make Phil happier, not necessarily sexually, but in general, find out what his needs and desires were that she wasn't meeting. She might be able to discover how to make up for all her sins.
Yes, talking about it again with Phil would be a way to talk about their marriage in general terms too, maybe in some round about manner, she could tell him what an awful wife she was? Mara realized she was still very confused. She had to think more about everything. She knew whatever she did, her only concerns should be what was best for Phil, and what was best for Tommy. Her stomach tensed. Yes, even if that included confessing it all to Phil. She told herself to stop thinking about it for the next few hours at least. It would just make her cry and she had to stop doing that.
She thought about Tommy's suggestion of a present for Phil. She took a deep breath and forced a smile to her face. She summoned up the positive attitude she had earlier. Things would be all right. Yes, everything will work out. She wouldn't just do a walk through the mall, she'd buy Phil a few "welcome home gifts." Her smile turned genuine and her pace accelerated.
She made the corner around the "Ma Kelly's Cookies" shop, easily overcoming her temptation, and headed towards Victoria's Secret. Mara smile grew as she shook her head slightly. Tommy had suggested cotton "sexy stuff," shortie tops like cut off tank tops, matching thong panties, and other skimpy panties, cotton camisoles, but none of that "lingerie, lacy, slinky, garter belt and bustier crap." She had almost laughed at his suggestions because it was all the type of thing she thought was sexy, whereas Phil seemed to prefer all the "slinky garter belt crap." Maybe she'd still try the cotton, "cute yet naughty" on Phil, at least this time. Yes, she'd give cotton one more try on him.
Mara spent nearly an hour in the store, looking at all cotton things, wondering what Phil would like to see her in, but also wondering what Tommy would like to see on her, or more correctly, what he might like to see his future girlfriend wearing. She did look at the "slinky lingerie" too, but only briefly. She selected some various length tanks, some camisoles, a bunch of varying degrees of "sexy" panties, color matching them with the camisoles, and tanks, then a pair of thigh high stay up silk stockings in black. She already had some lacy black panties and a matching push up, just in case Phil didn't expand his horizons and enjoy her in cotton "cute yet naughty."
As she walked out of the shop, she wondered if Julie was working and considered stopping in the boutique to just say hello. She liked the girl. A moment later she heard a shout.
"Mara! Mara!"
Mara turned around and saw Julie smiling, waving and walking fast towards her. Mara moved to close the gap too.
Julie grinned. "Hi, I thought it was you."
"Hi. Are you heading to work?"
"I'm on a break right now. I... I feel so embarrassed to tell you this, but I promised myself I would, and maybe I should apologize too."
Mara's smile faded. "About what?"
Julie rolled her eyes. "I have to tell you the whole story, this is so stupid, and I guess I was too." She glanced at a bench. It was shaded by one of the ornamental trees. She looked at Mara. "Can we sit down? Do you have a few minutes?"
"Uh-huh, let's sit."
As they sat down Julie rolled her eyes again. "This really is so dumb and I can't believe I let myself be part of it."
"Part of what?"
"Well, we both know how stupid the guys were getting drunk a week ago, and how Tom was... sort of grounded, and so it's like... I think, yeah, it was Tuesday night, and we all get together at... well, here, I mean, not here here, but at the multiplex, you know, out in the parking lot, to see a movie. And so..."
"A movie? You all saw a movie on Tuesday night?"
"Yeah, an action thing, Bill had to see it, and I thought there was some romantic aspect to it, but then it turned out that part wasn't very significant, so I made him take me to a movie last night I wanted to see. Anyway, it's me and Bill, Tom, and Carie and Jim, by the way, I think they might like become a thing. Sorry, that doesn't matter to the story. So we watch the movie then afterwards we all went out to that Denny's down by the Applebee's and get something to eat. And..."
"Did you all go over to Steve's that night too?"
"Steve's? No, we didn't. Why?"
"I... I thought Tommy said something about going there, but that must have been some other night."
"No, we didn't go there." Julie took a breath as her fingers raked her dark hair away from her face. "Anyway, so we're eating and Tom talks a little about how he got grounded and Bill and Jim didn't, and then he starts describing this trick that he's going to play on you, and I..."
Mara tensed as she interrupted, "A... a trick? What kind of trick?"
Julie's brow pinched. "Huh? A... you know, a trick, a joke on you, to... to sort of get back at you, not in any really mean way or anything, but like a practical joke that...." She giggled. "I mean, he starts describing this idea, this trick-joke, and it's so stupid, I mean like it's not funny, and there's really no trick to it. And it wouldn't get you back at all, and I'm thinking Tom is just nuts, but Bill and Jim really get into it, and they think it's going to be funny, yet... I didn't see how it was funny at all, neither did Carie, like we're looking at one another like the guys just so stupid."
Mara's stomach knotted tighter. "What was the joke, the-the trick."
"Okay, and... and here's the part, I mean I want to apologize for my part in this, but Tom just begged me to play my part, would not let up about it and so I agreed to do it, and anyway, none of it mattered because Bill asked Tom about it later in the week, and it turned out that you were asleep anyway, so none of it mattered, because Tom didn't do it, but I'm sorry I was part of it anyway."
"What joke, describe it to me. What... what was supposed to happen?"
"Okay, and you'll see how stupid this is. So, Tom is saying he wants to get you back for making such a big deal about him being a little drunk, so... he's going to pretend he's drunk, and then when you accuse him of being drunk and ground him again, he's going to start walking okay and talking okay and then say something like, 'Gee you're wrong, Mom'... something like that. And I'm looking at Carie and we both are like exchanging looks like there's nothing funny in that, even for Tom, you know? I mean it had no point to it.
"Anyway, he says he needs me to play 'designated driver,' so Bill in his car will follow us in Tom's car, I'll be driving, then when I pull into your driveway, I get out and Tom is supposed to stumble out of the passenger door, then I'm supposed to like, you know, scold him for being drunk, you know, just in case you happen to be watching. And... and this is the really crazy part of it all, which is what made me want to participate, because I thought the joke will end up being on him."
Mara felt short of breath. "What?"
"So, he tells us he's got this tiny bottle of whiskey, you know, those airline bottles? Anyway, he says that right before we get there he's going to rinse his mouth with whiskey, not drink any, just use it like mouthwash, and... and I think, He's nuts! There's no joke in that. I mean if he's acting drunk and he has whiskey on his breath, he's just setting himself up to be grounded again! I mean I guess some parents have those little portable breathalyzer thingies, but even if you do and made him test his breath and it read zero... whiskey would still be on his breath! Proving he had been drinking! I mean... do you see what I mean? It made absolutely NO sense at all as a practical joke. He was setting himself up to be grounded again. It was so stupid, I figured he deserved to be grounded again just for that.
"So... I went along with it. And I... well, I feel bad now that I did, but..." She giggled. "I sort of wanted Tom to get in trouble just, you know, not only for being sneaky, but also for being so dumb. I mean, do you see what I mean? The joke would be on him, not you.
"You know after we left your house, I tried to explain all this to Bill and Jim and they didn't get it. They thought it was a great practical joke, like haha I'm not really drunk, yet... there was no way for Tom to prove he wasn't, even when he'd walk a straight line or something, but he couldn't prove he hadn't been drinking because whiskey would still be on his breath, so you might ground him anyway, drunk or not. You know what I mean?" Julie's grin started to fade. Mara's mouth was partially open. Her eyes were staring but not really looking at her.
"Um... Mara?" The woman didn't move. "Mrs. D?... Mrs. Dolton? Are... are you okay?"
Mara blinked then closed her mouth. "Um... yes, sorry." She took a slow breath.
"I mean, do you see what I mean about how stupid it was?"
"Yes, I do. Boys... well, boys think oddly sometimes, I-I guess."
"No kidding. Anyway, I'm sorry for being part of it, and for Tom's sake, I'm glad it didn't play out the way he planned. It... it really was so stupid." Julie smiled again.
"Yes... yes, it certainly was." Mara glanced at her watch.
Julie bit her lower lip for a moment. "Mara? Are you okay? I... I hope you don't get mad at Tom about it, I mean, it really was so stu..."
Mara interrupted, "No, I won't get mad at Tommy about it, and it was stupid." She hadn't just lied, she was already angry.
"Well... I've got to get back to the store." Julie rose from the bench. Mara did too. She still looked pissed, maybe upset was a better way to put it. "Are you sure you're okay? I really am sorry for playing my dumb part in it, really."
Mara forced a smile to her mouth. "Yes, I'm fine. And there's nothing to be sorry about. I was asleep, so it didn't even matter. Did I mention I was just on my way to say hi to you when you called out? So... hi." She forced a giggle.
Julie grinned. Mara was fine. "I can't remember!" She laughed. "You know, we might be having a sale in two weeks. We have some skirts I think would look great on you. Do you want me to let you know?"
"Mmm... uh-huh, do that. Maybe... maybe we could have coffee if I come by the shop."
"Okay. Great. Well, I've gotta run."
"All right. See you soon."
"Bye." Julie walked off.
The smile on Mara's face vanished. She started walking slowly towards the parking lot, the spring in her step gone. Her mind was reeling again. She didn't do the window shopping she had planned to do, just kept slowly walking. Finally as she neared the bottom of the concrete stairs to the area where she parked, her mind began to get organized.
What Tommy had said the past few days, about only having a mother-son love and relationship, how he'd never do anything again like he had on Tuesday, and how he'd do anything to make it up to her, how he had really been prepared to leave and go out on his own-- she was sure was all of it was true and sincere. He had been nearly as upset as she had been. So now, she wasn't sure why she was so angry. What Julie had just told her really didn't change a thing, yet somehow it did at some fundamental level.
As she stepped off the sidewalk heading to her car in the vast parking lot, her teeth clenched tightly. He was just like that conniving bastard Randy! He knew she'd be tipsy after going out with the girls, and that would work in his favor! And something that had only been a nagging vague notion in the back of her mind now corroborated what Julie had just told her, Tommy had at first seemed so drunk Tuesday night, but then he seemed so in control of his body, his movements, and he wasn't even slurring his speech! Tommy played me! That little shit seduced me! I'm should get him back GOOD for that! I should teach HIM what it feels like to be manipulated!
Her mind kept working. A minute later her jaw began to relax. She glanced down to the pink striped paper shopping bag hanging from her hand. A moment after that, a barely noticeable angry smile curved her lips.
*
Mara slipped on the cotton flannel robe she had bought along with the underthings. Although flannel, it was lightweight fabric, fine for summertime. She had purchased it because, although it had a pattern of white birds, the background color was the same light cerulean blue of the largest group of panties, camisoles, and tanks she had purchased. Beneath it she was wearing the new shorty camisole, and the color matching little panties, the style with only the half inch waistband above her hips. She had considered the thong but quickly ruled that out.
Before she closed the robe, she reached under the camisole, her thumb and index finger pinched, pulled and twisted each of her nipples. She removed her hand and looked down. Both nipples were standing upright. She quickly closed the robe and tied the belt, then hurried to her closed bedroom door. She opened it. "Tommy?! Where are you?!"
Tom was looking in the refrigerator, trying to decide between lemonade or a Coke. He looked towards the stairs. "I'm in the kitchen!"
"Would you come up to my bedroom?! I want to show you something and get your opinion?!"
"Coming!" He walked up the stairs to the master bedroom. The door was ajar. He pushed it open and step into the room. "Mom? What is it?" Mom was wearing a thin robe he had never seen before. She was pulling the comforter down on the bed. His brow pinched when he looked at her feet. She was wearing black, high spike heeled pumps.
Mara placed a hand on the bed, leaned towards the other side to adjust a pillow, pouting her ass as she did. She gave the pillow a couple pats. "There." She stood and turned around. "I took your advice and bought cotton underthings, you know..." She smiled as seductively as she could. "...cute 'n' naughty. I'd like you to take a look at me in a few things, and I want a truthful opinion about whether they look good on me, if I look... hot in them." Mara slowly untied the belt. She looked down. "You'll have to imagine different colored pumps though. Maybe... a pair that matches the blue of the underthings."
"Ahhh... uh... all right, Mom." He watched his mother removed the robe. Before it was completely off, his dick was rock hard. His eyes followed her to the upholstered chair where she turned her back to him. Her leg folded, her knee pressing into the seat cushion as she leaned forward to drape the robe over the back of the chair. She looked over her shoulder. "Do the panties make my... ass look funny?"
Tom swallowed. "Ahhh... no, ah they look good."
Mara smiled. "You mean the panties or my buns?" She wiggled her hips for a couple seconds.
"Ahh... well... both."
She backed off the chair, faced him and separated her feet wider than her shoulders. She looked down as her hand went to her crotch. Her middle fingertip traced along the edge of the skimpy front gusset of the light blue panties, first one side then the other, then back again. She looked up. "I had to shave my little muff. These panties hardly cover my pussy lips. I didn't think hair showing at the side would be very sexy. Do these look good on me? Do they make me look hot, Tommy?" She glanced at his crotch and saw the bulge. "Huh, Tommy?"
"Yeah... ahh... really hot... you-you look really sexy, Mom." His breathing was getting labored. He wanted to rip off her new underthings and throw her on the bed. He glanced at the bed. Why did she pull the covers down? His cock lurched.
"What about this shorty camisole?" Mara's hands cupped her breasts, squeezing her pliant mounds, then stroking her thumbs over her still taut nipples.
"Ahh... really nice." He was breathing was heavier than a moment ago.
She brought her feet together. "My legs look okay without stockings?"
Tom swallowed. "Mom... you're gorgeous... hot, beautiful."
Mara dropped her hands to her sides and slowly walked up to her son, subtly swaying her hips in a minor 'runway walk.' She stepped up right in front of him and wasn't subtle about her gaze down to his crotch. She looked up and smiled. "I think you're telling me the truth."
"You... ah... look hot... awesome, Mom." He flinched when Mom raised her hand and started drawing her index finger slowly around on his chest. He wished he didn't have a T shirt on.
"I know we talked about never again doing what we've done, Tommy, but... this morning I was thinking your dad won't be back for four or five days. And... maybe we could keep everything in... perspective, not get too out of hand like we did Tuesday when we were both inebriated, which..." She smiled. "... sounds nicer than 'drunk.' We might take a... a time out, from our decision, just for one more day. I mean, we did it once together, would two times make it that much worse? You just said I look hot in my new underthings. Wouldn't you like to play with me, maybe just a little?"
"Well... yeah, but... ahh... you know, we just talked, about... about..."
"We're not drunk like we were Tuesday, Tommy. We're both level headed now, we know it's just for fun whatever we do, we'll keep it all in perspective. I mean you weren't at Steve's today like you were on Tuesday. Right?"
"Ahhh... No, I've... ahhh... been here all day."
"What about Tuesday, Tommy? What did you drink there with Steve? I wondered about that. You were so drunk when you came in, stumbling all over the place. I didn't tell you but I saw you arrive, stumbling out of your car, Julie driving. Was it just beer?"
Tommy's cock started understanding what was going on before his brain did. It began slowly shrinking. "Ahh... I... I don't remember."
Mara's hand flattened on his chest and slowly stroked from side. "On Tueday were you drunk before you got to Steve's so you can't recall what you drank there?"
His brain slowly started working. She knew. "Ahh... I... I didn't..." He exhaled. "I didn't drink over there, Mom." Tom jumped. "OW!" Mom had gripped his nipple, twisted and yanked. "Jeezuz!"
"You deserved that, and don't you dare move!" She quickly went to the chair and pulled her robe on, tying the belt and returning to stand in from of Tommy. Her arms folded over her chest. "You lied to me on Tuesday night. Not only by your actions but you told me you were drunk. You played me, Tommy. You played me like you thought I was nothing more than some stupid broad! You seduced me! I know I'm responsible about what happened, but what about you lying? And more importantly, what about everything you've said to me since Wednesday morning? Were you lying ALL the time? Should I believe anything you said? Was packing your bags just another play? Another con job on me? That scared me so much when I thought you'd leave and join the stupid army!"
Tears started running down her face. She angrily wiped them away with her hand. "Was everything you've said lies?! That the truth really is you don't love me, that you don't want things to go back to what they were between us? That you don't care about how awful I feel about your Dad, about worrying that I scarred you with my horrible behavior? Do you have any idea how awful and torn up and horribly guilty I feel?! How could you have lied to me like that?!" Again Mara wiped her tears away using two hands.
Tom's cock had shrunk to the size of a cocktail weenie. "Mom, I... I-I'm sorry. I didn't lie about..."
She cut him off. "Go downstairs and wait for me. We're going to have a conference about this... not about me, but about you. I have to wash my face, and change."
"Mom, I'm..."
She cut him off again, "GO!"
Tom slowly left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Halfway down the stairs, he figured it had to have been Julie. He really wished he could just erase the past week. As he reached the bottom step, he knew that wasn't quite true. That night with Mom was awesome, incredible, unbelievable. He probably would have done anything to have that night with her. But he hadn't really thought in terms that he was seducing or playing her. As he made his way to the stuffed chair his gut clenched. Shit... I did play her. How the fuck could I have done that to her? Jeezuz... I am a super asshole.
*
Tom was leaning forward in the chair. His elbows on his thighs, his hands together, shifting them, gazing at them as if examining his palms. Mom had gone over every single detail of what they had already talked about. She asked him if he had lied when he said this to her, that to her, the other thing to her.
He wasn't surprised she remembered every detail of what had been said. He had only told her the truth since Wednesday morning. He thought she knew that, believed that, but figured she was making a point. He assumed that was part of his punishment for being so damn stupid, but he really hadn't thought of it as playing her or seducing her. It was just a way for him to get into her room. He blinked. He was fooling himself again. He had played her. Seduced her? He wasn't sure about that, but if Mom thought it, then okay, fine, he had seduced her.
Mom was still talking, now telling him how ashamed she'd be if he ever did that to a girl, if he ever became a player, a conniver, a liar, just to get into some girl's panties, like he had done with her. That he had better think about how he viewed girls and women, that she and all other women were not stupid sex objects, that...
Tom was suddenly possessed by anger. He abruptly stood up, his eyes glaring at Mom. "Okay, I was stupid! It was wrong to pretend to be drunk! But I didn't think of you as a sex object! I love you! I can't help it that I wanted more than I should with you! I wanted to make you feel good too! I care about you! I'm not fucking blind! I know Dad looks at you but doesn't see you anymore! Don't you think I noticed when you tried to flirt with him and it was like he was fuckin' blind! I wanted to make you feel good! I care about you! Yeah, I wanted to have sex with you because of all my stupid fantasies, but it wasn't just to get into your panties! It wasn't all just about what I wanted but about giving you pleasure, making you feel good too!
"Everything I said to you that night other than what I told you about being drunk, was true! I love you! I think you're beautiful! I think you're hot! Jeezuz, Mom! I don't think of you nor have I ever thought of you as some sex object, and I don't think that about other girls! Why do you think I felt I loved Marcia?! Just because she hooked up with me?! She was smart, we talked, it wasn't just fucking we did together!
"And what about you! Did you think of me as a sex object?! Were you telling me the truth the past few days?! Did you..." He suddenly realized he was shouting at her. He was surprised she wasn't sobbing again or shouting back at him. His anger instantly vanished. "I'm..." He took a slow breath. "I'm sorry, Mom. I-I didn't mean that last thing... whatever the hell it was I just said. I'm sorry. And... I know what a jerk I am. I'm sorry for... for everything."
Mara closed her eyes for a few seconds, then looked at Tommy's face. She patted the cushion next to her. "Come sit, Tommy."
He walked over to the couch and sat down. Mom took his hand, holding it tightly, he returned pressure but not as much.
"I'm sorry too, Tommy. I... It may seem..." Mara sighed. "We both made horrendous mistakes this past week. And I haven't forgotten it's mostly if not ALL my fault than it is yours. No, I should say, I know ALL of it was my fault. I was just..."
Tom interrupted, his voice sounded tired, "Let's not go over that again, we settled on 50-50 responsibility, let's just leave that part of it alone. Okay?"
Mara's eyes finally started tearing. Her free hand wiped her eyes. "Okay."
"I don't know what I was thinking, Mom. I wanted you and thought I could make you feel good, and... maybe I thought you wanted me too, and acting drunk, I thought... well... I thought it would give us both an excuse maybe. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry, and you may not believe this, but I really do respect girls... women. I don't look at girls as things to use for my pleasure. I mean, yeah, I get sexual feelings for girls and might want to hook up with some girl and I don't wonder about how nice or intelligent she is when I get those feelings. I don't think that's bad, I think it's normal, and I would never force some girl to do something she didn't want to do. I don't think I did that with you. And..."
Mara broke in, "You didn't force me to do anything, and I know you respect women, but I guess... I was a little shocked about you... pretending that night, and... and I wanted to make a point about it, that... that manipulation isn't fair, just like I did upstairs modeling the new underthings. That night I was the one who had too much to drink and I wasn't thinking clearly, but that's no excuse for what I let happen and did with you. I guess you really didn't manipulate me that night. I just wanted to be sure you didn't think it was the way to deal with girls." She took a slow breath. "I don't believe you're like that. I... I think maybe I just got angry at myself... maybe at both of us, and... and I took it out on you now. I'm sorry, Tommy."
"I'm sorry for losing my temper. I'm sorry for lying. I'm sorry for playing you, but... I didn't think of it that way, but now it seems I did, and... that's the only time, Mom. I've never done that with any girl, and don't plan to either."
"I know you won't, Tommy."
He watched his hand caress hers. He took a slow breath. "This is... it's going to take a while to get things right again, back to normal again, isn't it?" He guessed in the back of his mind he knew things had gone too well the past 24 hours.
Mara sighed. "Yes. It'll... take some time." She wondered how she could have possibly thought it would be easier and quicker. Maybe she had just been wishing it.
"I think... you should relax, Mom. You... we have four days before Dad gets back to... to get our sh... ahh... heads t..."
Mara softly smile and interrupted, "To get our shit together?"
He half smiled. He was still staring at their hands. "Mom?"
"Uh-huh?"
"I don't ever want you to be ashamed of me. From now on I'll do my best so you never are."
"I'm not, sweetheart, and I doubt I ever will be. I hope you'll never be ashamed of me either." She was probably ashamed of herself enough for both of them.
"Never, Mom."
* * *
CHAPTER 8
Tom was sitting at the umbrella table. A new heat wave had hit the area. He took a sip of the fruit smoothie Mom had just made him. Dad had been home now for four days. He went into the office only for a few hours on Thursday morning, getting the rest of the week off and a few days this coming week to make up for working something like seventeen days straight.
So far everything seemed okay. He knew his parents had stayed up really late, maybe all night, not the first night, but the second one, and last night too. He had tried to be out of the house as much as possible so they'd have more chances to talk. He truly hoped Mom was getting through to him, and also dealing with her guilt and regret.
Before Dad returned home, she said she wasn't going to tell him how things were going with Dad. She said she wouldn't have a few weeks ago, and she wanted things back to normal, but had then asked that if she wanted an opinion on something could she talk to him, if that would be all right. He had immediately said yes. He told her he wanted to help in any way that he could. So far, she hadn't needed his opinion or advice, which now that he thought about it, would probably have been totally worthless to her anyway.
Regarding himself, he had tried his best not to think about Mom in any sexual way, especially to keep himself from thinking about that night with her, how she looked, how the sleek walls of her pussy had felt so freakin' perfect around his cock, how he had given her like three orgasms, how she had swallowed his spunk, how she had gotten so into having his cock in her hot ass, how he loved the feel and taste of h...
He shook his head. His mind was filled with those images again and his freakin' dick was turning into a bone as usual. He was doing fairly well not remembering, not thinking about her in that way anymore. "Fairly well" meaning only about half his waking hours, the rest of the time his prick was rock hard. The best way to stop those thoughts and shrink his cock was to remember how Mom looked sobbing and what an emotional mess she was the days following that night.
He had gone out yesterday evening, returning home about 1:00AM. Mom and Dad were in their bedroom, both said goodnight to him from behind the closed door as he passed by. He had fallen asleep finally at 2:00AM, about the time he heard, or imagined he heard, sex-like sounds coming from the master bedroom. It made him feel both jealous and glad at the same time. They must have gone at it pretty long too. On Sundays, they both were usually up by 8:30AM at the latest, Dad having coffee while Mom would be trying to get him up to go with them to the ten o'clock Mass. Dad usually went with her. This morning he had been up first at 9:00AM, they hadn't shown their faces until 10:30AM. A half hour ago.
Tom heard the patio door opening. He turned to look. It was Dad coming out. He was wearing a golf shirt, baggy shorts, and his sneakers without socks, one hand was holding his coffee mug, the other the folded newspaper which he was reading as he approached the table. "Mom, coming out too?"
"Huh? Yeah, in a bit. She's making up a grocery list. I'm going to take her shopping." Phil set his mug down, then pulled out one of the wrought iron chairs, glad again that Mara had gotten seat cushions for the set. He sat down and kept reading.
Dad going grocery shopping with her? "You guys slept pretty late."
Phil put down the paper and looked at his son. "Yeah, late night... we... we were uh... talking, you know, still catching up on things while I was away." He looked at his son for a few moments. "Listen, Mom said not to mention this to you, but she told me about you getting drunk a week ago. Puking. She said she grounded you for two days. You're damn lucky I wasn't here, I would have grounded you for two months." He exhaled. "I hope you learned your lesson."
"Yeah, I think I... I mean, I did learn my lesson, Dad."
"Good." Phil took a slow breath. "She... she also told me about you... ahh... being depressed about breaking up with Marcia. I know it's tough, I got dumped a couple times, but just hang in there, someone new will come along. I did, and I ended up being extremely fortunate meeting your mom. So, don't get too sad about Marcia. I think you'll eventually be as lucky as me. College is where to look for a girl anyway."
"I hope I'm half as lucky as you, Dad. Mom is... well, awesome. Jeez... you really are lucky. I hope if I get married, the girl is half as smart and nice and... all that stuff, and looks half as hot as Mom. You know, a lot of my friends think you're one hell of a lucky guy too. I got into a fight with a guy once when I heard him call Mom a MILF."
"A wha..." Phil blinked. "Oh, a mother I'd li... ahh... Who the hell said that?"
Tom saw anger brewing in Dad's eyes. "A guy I know, it was a while back. I don't want to say who. He took it back, you know, apologized after I nailed him, but I know he still thought it."
"Who the hell was it?" Phil's jaw tensed.
"Dad chill. It was a while ago. Hell, all my friends think Mom's hot. I hope if I ever get married my wife exercises like that for me. Mom sweats a lot for you. She's as pretty as any girl at school. She's prettier than Marcia. I hope you really do know how lucky you are."
"Yeah, I do. I-I guess I should realize it more often though."
Tom picked up his glass and finished off the smoothie. He thought he had done really well with the little hints. And he didn't even lie. When he set the glass down his gut tensed. Dad was still looking at him. Did I overplay it? Did I say Mom was hot too many times? Shit! Is he thinking I might have... "Ahhh... What, Dad?"
"Your mom does exercise a lot. You know, I used to pump some iron when I was in high school and college, just like you. Even after Mom and I were married, the first couple years or so."
Tom relaxed. "Yeah, I think you mentioned that when I got my weights."
"Listen, I was wondering if I could use your set in the basement. And... maybe you'd spot me for bench presses."
Tom felt a poke of jealousy. Mom's talk must have really worked. "Yeah, sure, Dad. I'll even... well, you probably know what kind of routine you want to do."
"I'm open to suggestions. I want to get back into shape, lose some weight, trim down, tone up, get rid of the burgeoning gut and handles, and try to raise my damn ass a little."
Tom grinned. "Okay, sure. Start today?"
"Ahh... how about..." He saw his son's left eyebrow rise. "Yeah... okay... today."
"So... I'll sort of be your personal trainer?" Tom grinned again.
"Yeah, all right." Phil raised his eyebrow too, then took a sip of coffee. "A trainer, not a slave driver, Tommy. Lighter weights then increasing as I tone up. I don't want to strain something."
"Exactly, Dad." Tom looked at his father's arms. They weren't total flab. Man, they were white though. Tom blinked, then glanced at the house. "Hey, Dad? I think I got something for your training already. I think you should get some leg exercise and mow the lawn."
Phil laughed. "Yeah, right, buster, that's your job. I was talking weight training, not lawn maintenance."
"No, listen, you won't be mowing more than a couple minutes."
"Wha'd'ya mean?"
Mara was in the kitchen standing on a chair, checking the cabinets again for that container of sea salt. She was sure she had it somewhere, if not, she'd put it on the list. It really was a tastier salt, and they'd all probably use less of it on food than regular table salt, especially Phil who seemed to salt everything, actually, he was the only one who regularly used salt. She heard the patio door open, the sound of the mower running got louder. She didn't turn around. She heard her husband walking up. "Phil? Have you seen that container of sea salt we had?"
"It's me, Mom, and like I said, I don't know where it is." He couldn't stop himself from glancing at her ass, remembering how his cock had slid between those luscious buns into her hot, tight, little hole. He again told himself not to think about it as he met Mom's eyes.
She looked at her son then towards the patio doors. "Who's mowing the grass?"
"I was going to start, but then Dad said he'd do it. He said something about wanting to start losing a little weight and getting back into shape. He said he thought mowing the lawn would be a minor first step in being more active." Tom smiled. "I was glad to cooperate with him. Mannnn... he took his shirt off, and I couldn't believe how white he is under that chest hair. His back really looked pale."
"He put on block didn't he?"
"No. I told him to, but he said he wouldn't be in the sun very long."
Mara frowned. "That idiot. He'll burn." She stepped off the chair and headed to the patio. "Is that bottle still on the table?"
"Yeah, I think it is." Tom rinsed his smoothie glass in the sink then followed his mother's path outside. The mower went silent. When he stepped onto the patio, he saw Dad near the mower, backstepping away from Mom, her palm cupped in front of her, already with a dollop of block in it, her other hand holding the bottle.
"Phil, what's wrong with you? Let me put this on your back."
"No! I don't want that on me. I won't be in the sun that long."
"Phil, stop right there. You'll burn, you idiot."
"No. I don't want it." He glanced behind himself, then looked at his wife, his feet moved faster.
"Phil!" She dropped the bottle then lunged at him, her free hand reaching for his arm. He quickly turned and started jogging away from her.
"Come back here, you idiot!" She chased after him, he dodged to the left, then ran towards the patio again. What's gotten into him?! He's acting just like... Mara saw Tommy standing by the umbrella table grinning. She abruptly stopped. Tommy had played her again!
"Get him, Mom!"
She smiled at her son then took off after Phil once more, who had also stopped and was breathing pretty hard, catching his breath. When she got close he dodged to his right and started running again, she in close pursuit. They shouted at each other just as she would have with Tommy. A couple minutes later Phil stopped again, breathing heavily but when she caught up to him, he took her in his arms in a tight hug, then his hands slid under her arms and started to lift her up as he had when they were in college and those first couple years in their marriage. As in the past, she jumped up to help and then wrapped her legs around his waist and her left arm moved behind his neck to hold on while her right hand coursed around his back smearing the block on his sweaty, pale skin, before that arm joined her other corralling his neck.
Phil's hands cupped her surprisingly firm ass. How hadn't he noticed that before? "You got me, honey."
"I better have you." She gazed at Tommy starting the mower. He looked over at them and smiled. She mouthed, "I love you. Thank you." Mara's eyes welled. Everything was going to be all right... in time. She recalled telling Tommy time healed a broken heart. She hoped it healed sins too. She kissed Phil's ear. "I love you so much, Phil, so you better not have a heart attack from this little running around stunt."
Phil chuckled. "I love you too, sweetheart." He added another line, although it sounded as if he was speaking to himself, "It was... fun, wasn't it?" He huffed a few breaths. "Listen, I think I need another shower. Want to join me? I'll try my best to make it an interesting and enjoyable experience for you."
She hugged him a little tighter as tears finally ran down her face. "That sounds a little naughty, Phil."
"I've always said I married a smart chick. Yeah, it might be very naughty."
"Well... then I think I really need a shower too." Her fingers quickly wiped her tears away in case he looked at her face.
Phil laughed, then kissed her neck. "Hold on, honey." He started towards the house. "God... you have a nice ass." He gave her buns a squeeze. He grinned when Mara giggled.
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