My Mom Competes with my Stepmom
And I’m the big winner
I published this story on 5/17/21. This story has the most sex scenes of any of my stories, and many of those sex scenes I consider among my hottest.

I took this and all my other stories down in January 2023. I've done some cleanup before republishing it.

"So, tell me about your visit, Bryson."

I had just gotten home after a week visiting my dad. "It was okay, Mom."

"'Okay'? What do you mean by 'okay'?"

I could feel the frustration rising in me. "It was okay. It wasn't great; it wasn't bad. It was good to see Dad. I got along okay with Allison." Still, it wasn't how I had wanted to spend the first week of my summer before college.

Allison was Dad's new wife: his trophy wife. Tall, blond with green eyes and a perfect smile. Nice tits, long legs, and a muscular body from when she had played volleyball on her college team. At twenty-five, she was much younger than Dad. Dad married her two months ago. I went to their wedding but otherwise had barely spoken with either of them. Besides the wedding, I hadn't seen Dad in almost a year.

"How did she cook?" Mom spat that out like she was daring me to say Allison cooked well.

"She cooked okay, Mom. Not as good as you, but okay. She had dinner delivered a lot. She said she normally makes Home Chef meals, but those don't work well for more than two people."

"How about the house? Did she keep it as clean as I do?"

"It was fine, Mom. Our house is cleaner, but it wasn't like their place was trashed."

Mom seemed furious that I hadn't denounced Allison.

"How did she treat you? Was she nice to you?"

"She was nice to me. She said she knew she'd never be a mom to me, so I should call her Allison. I think she wanted Dad to talk to me. You know how Dad normally is, so focused on work he barely notices I exist. No business trips or late nights the whole week. He and I probably talked more last week than we had in the last year he lived with us. Allison sat in on our conversations but didn't talk too much herself."

Mom seemed miffed that Allison had done something so nice for me. "Did she drink or do drugs?"

I rolled my eyes. "She and Dad drank wine with dinner sometimes. No, they didn't offer me any. Leave it alone, Mom. She was okay."

Mom seemed disheartened by this. I felt like she had strongly wanted a bad report on Allison and was upset that I had nothing bad to say about her. I had been ready to hate Allison's guts when I got to Dad's, but she had been very nice, and I grew to like her.

However... "There was one thing Allison did that I found annoying."

Mom perked up. "There was?"

"Yeah." I shook my head. "I don't know if she was feeling guilty about breaking up a marriage or what, but when it was just me and her, she'd tell me things like 'Shannon didn't cook good meals like this for your dad'."

"She said that?" Shock filled Mom's face.

"Yeah. She said you didn't keep yourself in shape for Dad, you didn't dress nicely for Dad, you didn't ask him about his trips when he got home. Stuff like that."

Mom's eyes widened in fury. "That's all lies!"

"Yeah, I know. The first few times she said things like that, I didn't say anything. I didn't want to be rude. But after a while, I started correcting her. You did cook good meals, you did keep yourself in shape, you did dress nicely, and you did ask him about his trips." Mom was a busty woman of average height with brown eyes and dark brown hair who had done all the right things to keep herself attractive for her husband. "I guess Dad had fed her all that bullshit to justify dumping you. She wasn't happy to hear the truth."

That drew a big smile from Mom. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for standing up for me."

"No problem." I sighed. "Dad asked me to come visit them every other week for the rest of the summer. I'm sure Allison put him up to that."

"You should do it."

"I don't want to do it. My friends are here now. I haven't kept in touch with anyone there."

With a month left in my junior year, Dad had stunned Mom and me by announcing he was moving in with Allison. As soon as the school year had ended, Mom moved us in with my grandmother. I had the wonderful experience of having my senior year at a new high school.

"You need to go. Your father is paying for your college. You will probably work at his business next summer. You can't afford to turn down any reasonable request from him."

"Okay." I had been afraid Mom would say that. "Can I go to my room now? I want to unpack."

"Okay."

* * * *

Actually, what I wanted to do was jerk off. I had used some miscommunication between my parents to slip in a visit to my girlfriend Brittney. I hadn't told Mom I was dating Brittney as I knew she disapproved of her. Brittney's mom had been divorced three times and was living with a guy, and Mom wanted me to date someone with a more stable family life. I had been dating Brittney for only a few weeks. I might have fought the good fight with Mom about Brittney, except I knew today was the last day I'd see her for a long while. Tomorrow, she was leaving to live with her dad for two months. We weren't breaking up and instead were going to do video calls as often as possible while we were apart and then resume dating when she got back.

I hadn't gotten too far with Brittney. Today, she had let me suck her tits for the first time. That had been so hot. When I left, she gave me a pair of black lacy panties as a reminder of her while we were apart. I pulled them out of my bag and wrapped them around my cock as I thought about sucking on her tits. In no time, I blasted a load into the panties.

My first two years of high school, I had been nothing special. After a growth spurt made me 6'1" tall with a broad chest, I had some success with girls. No steady girlfriend, but quite a few dates. That success prompted me to lift weights and pay more attention to how I looked. Then Dad announced he was moving out, Mom moved us, and I spent the summer with no friends. When my senior year started, I didn't know anyone, didn't belong to any groups, and was at the bottom of the social ladder. It took me a long time to find someone I liked and who was interested in me. Brittney wasn't my dream girl, but she was a fun date.

I emptied my bags and came out of my room with my hamper. Mom saw me and said, "I'll do your laundry."

I almost panicked. I didn't want Mom to find the cum-covered panties. "I'll do my laundry, Mom. I need to practice for college."

"Okay."

As I was getting to the washer, my phone rang. It was my best friend Luis. "Hey. What's up?"

"Paintball. I know you just got back from your trip, but several of us are about to leave to do paintball. Want to come?"

"Sure! Let me ask my mom."

I told Mom about paintball, and she said I could go. I left my laundry basket on the washing machine and went back to my room to get my paintball stuff. By the time I had that together, Luis was out front.

* * * *

Once Bryson was gone, Shannon walked to the washing machine. She would pleasantly surprise her son by doing his laundry for him. She'd missed him badly the week he was gone and wanted to do something special for him. She was disappointed he hadn't seemed to miss her as much as she'd missed him.
Shannon started putting his clothes into the washing machine. She turned all his T-shirts inside out so the design on the shirt would last longer. She smiled. No matter how many times she told Bryson to do that, he always forgot to.
When Shannon lifted one shirt, she saw it -- a pair of black lacy panties. Her eyes filled with disbelief. Where had Bryson gotten these? He had come straight home from his dad's house. She had gone over all the things in his suitcase before he left, so she knew he hadn't taken them with him. So where had he gotten them? Oh my god! she thought to herself. There was cum on them! Bryson had used them to masturbate!
Shannon pondered the question of where they had come from, and she came to an uncomfortable conclusion. Her son had driven straight home from his dad's. That meant the only possible source for these was at his dad's house. He had stolen a pair of panties from Allison! The realization knocked the breath out of her. Her son had spent a week with the young, attractive Allison and had stolen a pair of her sexy panties.
What if he hadn't stolen them? What if Allison had given them to him? Improbable. But stealing a pair of panties was also improbable. The theft of a pair of expensive, sexy panties would certainly be noticed. That would make things awkward when Bryson was back there next week. But would Allison really give her stepson a pair of her panties? Well, if that tramp was willing to break up a happy marriage and steal a much older man away from his wife, then she might do something as terrible as giving her stepson a pair of her panties.

* * * *

I could tell right away something was wrong when I got home. I had a blast at paintball, and when I told Mom about it, instead of smiling and laughing at my stories, she looked angry and disappointed. Was she upset that I had gone to paintball as soon as I got back?

I changed out of my clothes. When I came out of my room, I said to Mom, "Thanks for letting me go. I had a great time."

"I'm glad you did." She didn't sound glad at all.

"Luis asked me to come over tonight, but I told him I wanted to spend some time with you. I missed you, Mom." I really had. "I enjoy talking with you. With Dad, I feel like we're both just going through the motions."

"Thanks, Bryson." She gave me a little smile.

I took my paintball clothes over to the washer. For some reason, Mom followed me. Was she checking on my laundry skills? I turned my long-sleeved shirt inside out and tossed it in the washing machine. I turned to Mom and said, "I forgot to turn my T-shirts inside out again."

Mom gave me a cryptic smile. She pointed to the T-shirt on the top of my laundry basket. "That one is turned inside out. But you had better check each one."

I frowned. I didn't remember turning any T-shirts inside out. Had I done it automatically? I started tossing the clothes in my hamper into the washing machine. "I've got it under control, Mom. You don't need to supervise me."

"You're doing a wonderful job so far."

Mom continued watching me, which filled me with dread. Could I dump all the clothes in my hamper into the washing machine? No, Mom was making sure I checked each T-shirt. At some point, I'd get to the panties, and she'd see them. And then I'd have to tell her about Brittney, and the shit would really hit the fan. Mom would ground me for sure for lying to her. I tried stalling by taking my time with each piece of clothing, but Mom said, "You can do laundry faster than that," and I was forced to resume a normal speed.

I had tossed the panties about halfway into my pile of dirty clothes. Once I got close to halfway, picking up each shirt was torture as I felt like it would be the one the panties were under. As I continued, I became confused. I was well past halfway and still no panties. Where were they? I should have come across them by now.

As I got close to the bottom, I wondered if I had misremembered about putting the panties in my dirty clothes. Were they still in my room? But I was positive I had put them in with my dirty clothes.

When I tossed the last shirt into the washing machine, I was relieved. I must have grabbed the panties when I grabbed a handful of my shorts and underwear. Crisis averted.

Then Mom said, "Miss something?"

"Um..."

She opened a cabinet door above the washer and pulled out the black panties. "Missed these?"

Oh, shit. Mom must have found them somehow. Which explained her odd behavior.

Mom asked sternly, "Where did these come from?"

"Um..." I pondered alternatives to telling Mom about my visit to Brittney. Could I have gotten them from another girl long ago? I had gone on several dates since we moved here, but Brittney was my first girlfriend.

"Bryson, did you steal these while you were at your dad's house?"

Relief swept over me. I'd get in trouble for doing that, but not grounded like I would if I had told my mom about Brittney.

"Yeah, I did, Mom. Today, I snuck into their bedroom while..." I wouldn't have had a chance to sneak into their bedroom as they were home all day doing stuff with me. "I mean on Friday. They were at work. I was bored..."

Mom looked at me with disgust. "You're a rotten liar, Bryson. Tell me what really happened."

I took a big breath. Now I was going to be in even deeper shit for lying about stealing the panties in addition to lying about coming straight home.

"Well, umm, Mom. I, umm—"

"Did Allison give these to you? Is that why you were lying about stealing them? You were too embarrassed about her giving them to you?"

Mom had thrown me a life preserver. I couldn't get in trouble for Allison giving them to me. I stopped and pulled together a story. I couldn't ramble this time. I had to make this believable.

"Last night, Dad and Allison went out on a date to a nice restaurant. When Allison was getting dressed to go out, she called out to Dad. He and I had been talking, so I walked with him over to their bedroom door." All that was true. "When Dad opened the door, I saw Allison half-dressed. She was wearing a bunch of sexy lingerie - a bra, panties, a garter belt, and stockings. It was just a brief look before I turned and walked away." Actually, I had turned and walked away before Dad opened the door. "That night, I was masturbating when they got home." Which was true. "I was wearing headphones and hadn't heard them come in." I wasn't that stupid. "Allison opened the door to my room to check on me and saw me masturbating." Actually, I had been pretending to play a game on my phone. "She excused herself for not knocking and left. Today when I was packing, Allison came in with something behind her back. She handed me the panties and said, 'You seemed to enjoy seeing me in these last night so much I thought I'd give them to you.'" I made a what-can-you-do gesture. "So, I put them in my bag and brought them home."

"And then you used them to masturbate with."

"Yeah." Shit! Scramble for a plausible story. "I've read stories on the internet about guys who masturbate into panties. I decided to give it a try."

"And did you like it?"

"Like what?" Was Mom really asking me what I thought she was asking me?

"Masturbating into panties?"

"Yeah, I guess." Her question threw me for a loop. I was certain Mom knew I masturbated, but I never discussed it with her. I always hid the evidence that I masturbated from her. It felt creepy to discuss masturbating with her.

"Who did you think about while you were using them?"

"Excuse me?" Mom couldn't have asked what I thought she asked.

"Who did you think about? Did you think about Allison?"

"No."

Mom gave me a disbelieving look. I could understand why she would think I was fantasizing about Allison as she was gorgeous. But I had never thought about Allison sexually. She was my stepmom!

"Who did you think about?"

I couldn't tell her I was thinking about Brittney. "Girls in general."

Mom rolled her eyes in disbelief. I guessed she still thought I had thought about Allison. Mom held up Brittney's panties. "These are going in the trash." My heart plunged. There went my tangible reminder of Brittney.

Mom opened another cabinet door above the washer. She took out a pair of black panties and handed them to me. "Use these instead of Allison's. They're silk. You'll enjoy using them more."

I asked incredulously, "You have sexy panties?"

From the way Mom's face screwed up, I knew immediately I had made a mistake.

Mom said angrily, "Yes, I have sexy panties. I have a lot of sexy lingerie. I'm only thirty-seven and am in damn good shape. Not just for a woman my age, but for a woman period. I think I look great in panties like that."

"I...ah...I'm sure you do, Mom." I held out her panties gingerly. "You really want me to use these?" I found the idea of using my mom's panties creepy.

"Yes. If you can use Allison's panties, you can certainly use mine. And I want to see that you are using them. I'll be doing your laundry for the rest of this week. Understood?"

"Understood," I said in defeat.

Mom reached for the laundry detergent. "Now get out of here."

I walked off towards my bedroom with the panties.

* * * *

The next day when Mom was gone, I found Brittney's panties in the trash can in the kitchen. Mom had cut them up into little pieces. I was bummed to not have them anymore. It had been so nice to jerk off thinking about Brittney using Brittney's panties. I found the panties' label. I'd have to buy a replacement pair before she came home.

The rest of the week, I made do, jerking off thinking about Brittney with Mom's silk panties. The first time I jerked off using my mom's panties, I felt uncomfortable about it. But I loved the feel of silk on my cock. And they did have a huge advantage - I didn't have to hide the evidence that I was jerking off. I felt awkward about Mom seeing the evidence of my jerking off, but whenever she came out of my bedroom with my hamper, she seemed pleased.

* * * *

Sunday, I made the three-hour drive to my dad's house, getting there after dinner. It was hard to call it "Dad's house" as had always been "Our house" - Dad had moved back into it with Allison after Mom moved us to Grandma's.

Shortly after I arrived, Allison dropped a bombshell, "I'm taking next week off from work."

"Really?"

"Yes. It's getting a little uncomfortable at work now that I'm the wife of the owner. Your dad and I had planned on me quitting at some point. We want to start a family right away. So, we're thinking about me taking the summer off as a trial run for me being home full-time."

"Okay." I didn't know what else to say. Did I want a little half-brother or sister?

"And I want to get to know you. I'll never be like a mom to you, but I want to be a friend. Okay?"

Allison was so nice that I did want to get to know her better. "Okay."

Monday evening, we were sitting around the living room talking. Allison and Dad were on the couch, and I was in a recliner. Dad asked me, "How's your mom doing?" He hadn't asked about her last week, and I hadn't felt like bringing her up.

"She's doing pretty well."

"Is she dating anyone?"

"No. She's so busy with her mom that she hasn't had time for dating. Nor do I think she's in the mood."

Allison asked, "What's up with her mom?"

"She's dying of lung cancer." A bitter taste formed in my mouth. Grandma was the sweetest, most loving grandmother in the world. She was so proud of how I had grown up. Finding out she had cancer had broken my heart, more than Dad moving out. "Probably only a few more weeks to live." The treatment had gone on long enough that we had all grown to accept the inevitable, but it still tore me up to think about it. "She's in a hospice now, where they're trying to make her last days as enjoyable as possible. Mom and I live in my grandparents' house."

Allison looked embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I hadn't known."

"Grandpa died of a heart attack a few years ago." His death had also broken my heart. "Grandma is looking forward to joining him. It's all she has to look forward to."

Allison said, "That is really sad." She turned to Dad. "Why didn't you tell me Shannon's dad had died and her mom was battling cancer?"

Dad said cavalierly, "Didn't I tell you? I thought I had."

Allison gave Dad a nasty look. It seemed to me a pretty big detail to have not discussed. She turned back to me. "I'm sorry to hear this. I'm really, really sorry."

She sounded genuinely sorry for both, all the ill fortune and for inadvertently bringing it up. The reason Mom had moved us so quickly after Dad moved out was so she could take care of Grandma. Dad dumping Mom shortly after Grandma had started chemo had made the split even more painful. But if Allison had known that Grandma had had cancer, would she have done anything differently? Would she have ended her affair with Dad? Would she have slowed down her destruction of my parents' marriage a little bit? I doubted it.
I impetuously decided to lash out by telling a lie. I turned to Dad and said, "Mom cooked steaks twice this week. The second time was with that brandy peppercorn sauce you like." Actually, our dinners were much simpler now than when Dad lived with us.

"Mmmmmm. I miss those. Your mom cooks up an amazing steak. I don't eat steaks in most restaurants as they can't compare with hers. Only a top-notch steakhouse can make a steak that tastes as good."

"And she made that Cuban pork recipe you like so much."

"You lucky boy. She was pulling out all her greatest hits. I miss her cooking at times."

Allison glared at Dad. I could tell she was badly hurt by Dad's pining for Mom's cooking. I had told Allison that Mom was a good cook, but I think she thought I was being a supportive son. To hear her husband praising Mom's cooking after apparently telling Allison much earlier that Mom had been a bad cook made it clear she had been deceived.

I said, "So what are we watching tonight?"

* * * *

The next day, Allison wasn't her usual happy self, and I felt guilty for what I had done. She had tried to be sympathetic, and I had responded by hurting her. The person I should have hurt was my dad, but it's hard to hurt someone who doesn't care.

While we were eating lunch, Allison asked, "Would you please vacuum the house after we finish?"

I didn't want to, but I said yes because I was still feeling guilty.

As I vacuumed, I thought about Mom. Having used her panties to jerk off with for a week was inspiring some weird ideas. Clearly, she was jealous of Allison and thought badly of her. My story about Allison giving me the panties had made her happy in a weird way. Mom had asked me to tell it to her several times. What if I told her an even worse story about Allison when I got home? Would that make her even happier? If I told her a story that made her more jealous, would she keep doing my laundry? Would she start cooking nice dinners like she did when Dad lived with us?

Wednesday afternoon when I came back from the mall, I could hear Allison in the kitchen. When I joined her, she asked, "Did you buy anything?"

"No," I lied. Allison had a tablet and had paused a video when I came in. "What are you doing?"

"Your dad is traveling tomorrow and won't be home until the next day. I was thinking of cooking us steaks. So, I'm researching how to grill a steak and what type of grill to buy."

"Don't grill a steak."

"What?"

"I said don't grill a steak. I've had grilled steaks at a friend's house a few times, and they aren't nearly as good as a steak cooked in a cast iron skillet. That's how Mom cooks her steaks."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Let me find a video that shows how she cooks steaks."

Allison handed me her tablet. As I searched for steak cooking videos, she said, "I'm doing another big session of cleaning tomorrow. Now that I'm home full-time, I feel like the house should be spotless. I want you to help me out."

The way she said it, it sounded like a demand instead of a request. I didn't want to spend the day cleaning, but I didn't have any other plans. "Okay."

Then out of the blue, Allison asked me, "Where did your mom go to college?"

"She didn't go to college."

"She didn't?" Allison seemed to swell. I decided to not tell her why Mom didn't go to college. Instead, I said, "Mom regrets not going to college. That's why she's always been on me about going to college."

"I agree with her. It's so important to go to college. Marriages between two people with college degrees are more likely to last. Marriages between someone with a college degree and someone without have a high divorce rate."

That seemed to lift Allison's spirits, like it was Mom's fault Dad dumped her for Allison because Mom didn't have a college degree and Allison did.

* * * *

I enjoyed my week with Allison. She was the odd combination of someone close to my age who was also an authority figure in my life. I asked her permission before I went someplace. When I went out to see a friend, she gave me spending money. When we talked about music and movies, we had very similar tastes. She told me a lot about what college life would be like.

On Sunday, I drove home. Sadly, this time there was no stop on the way for fun. When I got home, I gave Mom a big hug. I wanted to reassure her that I still preferred living with her. "It's good to be home. I missed you. I missed my friends, but I also missed you." I gave her one more hug before heading to my bedroom. Mom followed along.

As I emptied my bag, Mom asked, "Did Allison ask about her panties?"

I had hoped Mom would ask me that. "She did. Monday night when she got home from work, I was in my bedroom. She got home before Dad. I heard her go to her bedroom, close the door for a little bit, and then she came to my bedroom. She asked if I had enjoyed her little present, and I told her about you finding them and taking them away."

"Did you tell her about using them?"

"No." Mom seemed relieved.

"You didn't tell her I gave you a replacement pair?"

I shook my head. "Oh, no. I'm not stupid, Mom."

"What did she say after you told her that I took her panties away from you?"

"She laughed and said, 'We can't have that.' She was wearing a knee-length skirt. She pulled up the skirt in the back, reached underneath, and pulled down her panties. When she handed them to me, she said, 'I just put these on in case you needed another pair. Enjoy!' And then she went to her bedroom and changed into comfortable clothes."

"She took her panties off in front of you?" Mom asked incredulously.

"Yeah. I didn't see anything, but I have to assume she was naked under her skirt."

Mom tsk-tsked. "That's terrible."

"Even worse, she regularly showed off her body to me. When she got home from work, she'd talk to me while unbuttoning her blouse. When she had several buttons unbuttoned, she'd find some excuse to bend forward in front of me so I could get a good look down her shirt. She'd then go change into shorts and a T-shirt for when Dad got home. Whenever Dad was off in another part of the house, she'd strike sexy poses for me."

"That's disgusting. Why would she do that?"

"I think she enjoys being a prick tease. She knew I masturbated, and she wanted me to masturbate while thinking of her."

"And you didn't, did you?"

"She's a very attractive woman, Mom." Mom's face flushed with anger. "I don't think about a particular woman when I'm masturbating, so no, I didn't think about her." I tried to make the last sound like a lie.

I pulled out of my bag a pair of blue, frilly panties that I had bought from Victoria's Secret. "Here are the panties she gave me."

Mom ripped them out of my hand. "These are going into the trash right now."

Mom stormed out of my bedroom. A few moments later, I heard scissors snipping in the kitchen.

* * * *

That night as I lay in bed, I wondered why I told Mom such an outrageous lie. What was my goal in doing so? What did I want?

What I wanted was to be with Brittney. During the week, we did a video call every day. They had been getting hotter and hotter. But I couldn't be with Brittney. So, what did I want? I wanted Mom to be happy. I wanted Grandma cured of cancer. I wanted to never have moved here. I wanted my parents to not have divorced.

What did I seriously want? I wanted the summer to be over. It was going to suck with Brittney out of state and me ping-ponging between two homes. I wanted to be at college, making a bunch of new friends, finding a great girlfriend, and having a blast.

So why the big lie to Mom? Some of it was that I wanted to make Mom happy. And it had made Mom happy. But some of it was to see what would happen. Would Mom do something crazy? I couldn't imagine she would. But I couldn't imagine she'd ever give me a pair of her panties to jerk off into. I was intensely curious to see how Mom would react.

* * * *

Monday morning, I got up earlier than usual and went to the family room. When Mom had moved us here, the only things she brought besides clothes and toiletries were her elliptical workout machine and her big, honking home gym machine. They were set up in the family room so Mom could watch TV as she worked out.

Mom said, "Good morning, Sunshine. I'm surprised to see you up this early."

Mom liked to work out as soon as she got up. I had asked Mom once why she didn't go to a gym to work out, and she had said, "I don't have the time to get dressed, drive to a gym, change into workout clothes, workout, shower, change back, and drive home." She was wearing a big T-shirt she used as a nightshirt, socks, and shoes. When I was growing up, she'd work out and still have enough time to make breakfast for Dad and me.

I said, "I felt in the mood to hit the weights this morning. Have you done your weights workout already?"

"Yes."

On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Mom would warm up on the elliptical machine, do a weight workout, and then finish with a short session on the elliptical machine. On Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, she did a long session on the elliptical machine. When Mom had said she was in damn good shape, she had spoken the truth.

Mom said, "Warm up before you lift. Do some jumping jacks."

I did jumping jacks and similar exercises for five minutes, and then I did my usual weight workout. I had played defensive lineman in junior high school and had sucked at it. To be a good lineman, you need to enjoy hurting people and not mind being hurt. I was the opposite. In high school, I did field events - shot put, hammer throw, discus throw, and javelin throw. I loved that it was a solitary sport and all technique. Every meet, I was competing just against myself. I didn't care how I finished; all I cared about was I did better than the time before. I had lifted weights to help my performance in my field events. I had no plans to do my field events again, but I wanted to be somewhat buff when I got to college to hopefully turn some college girls' heads. It was nice to workout with Mom, to have company while not feeling any pressure to talk."

When Mom was done, I was resting between sets. She said, "I'm off to shower."

"Before you go, can I ask you kind of a personal question?"

"Sure."

"You said you had a lot of sexy lingerie. How come? Do most women have a lot of sexy lingerie?"

Mom smiled. "No, they don't. Normally, women wear comfortable cotton underwear, including me. I think most women probably have a couple of sexy items for special days like anniversaries. Your dad traveled almost every week for business, and, when he got home, he always took me out on a date. And on those dates, he wanted me to wear sexy lingerie. And he didn't want me to wear the same ones over and over. So, I wound up buying a lot of sexy lingerie. But I haven't worn any of it since your dad moved out."

"Okay." I had a thought. "So Allison probably already has a lot of sexy lingerie?"

Mom frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "She probably does." And then she practically stomped out of the room.

As I worked out, I heard Mom showering. She showered in the master bath. She kept her clothes in the master bedroom even though she slept in the bedroom she had slept in as a girl. She refused to move into the master bedroom while Grandma was still alive. My uncle, Mom's one sibling, had died in Iraq. I slept in his old bedroom and showered in the master bath. The little quirks of our household.

* * * *

Later that morning once Mom left to visit Grandma, I texted Brittney Would now be a good time for a call? She texted back Yes.

I sent Brittney a video chat request on my laptop. I knew she'd be alone because her dad was at work. Moments later, her face showed up on the screen. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She had a lusty look on her face.

"Hey, Bryson."

"Hey, Brittney. How are things going?"

"I'm bored. Ready to spice up our morning?"

"Oh, yes."

Brittney grabbed her T-shirt and pulled it off over her head. I did the same with mine and, by that time, she had moved back far enough that I could see her face and tits.

"God, you're so sexy, Brittney."

Brittney puffed up her chest and modeled her tits for me. "Do you miss these?"

"Every day. Every day I think about sucking on them while I jerk off."

"Jerk off for me, baby."

I stood up and slipped off my shorts. I moved the webcam, so my hard cock showed up on my feed to her. I stroked my cock. "You make me so hot, Brittney."

"You make me hot, Bryson. I can't wait until I get back home."

I sat back down. "Show me how hot I'm making you."

Brittney stood up until her pussy came on screen. She had a dark, brown bush that I longed to feel. She parted her pussy lips and showed me her pink insides. "I'm wet already, Bryson." She rubbed her pussy with her finger for a few moments as she moaned. I so wanted to see her pussy in person.

Brittney sat back down. Her tits bounced a little bit as she did. Her tits were small, but they looked wonderful. My mouth watered at the memory of their taste. I sat back down too. I grabbed Mom's silk panties and put them on my cock. I was careful to not let Brittney see that I wasn't using the panties she gave me.

"Once you get home, I'll come right over. We'll get naked just like we are right now." I stroked my cock with Mom's panties. I knew Brittney was working her pussy with her finger. "And I'll suck on those wonderful tits again."

"Do you like my tits?"

"I love your tits. They are so beautiful. The perfect mouthful."

"And what are you going to do after that?"

"I'm going to get between your legs and lick your pussy. You'll be soaking wet, and I'll lick up all your juices." I loved talking dirty with Brittney, and, from the look on her face she loved it too. She was leaning back now and breathing deeply. I could still see her wonderful tits, but not as well as at the start of the call.

"Don't forget my clit."

"Oh, no. I'll move up to your clit and lick it until you come. And once you come, you'll tell me, 'Fuck me, Bryson.'"

"I will. I'll be so ready for you to fuck me."

"I'll move up and suck on your tits for a little bit, and then I'll move some more. You'll guide my cock into you. And it'll feel so great once I'm inside of you."

"It'll feel great for me, Bryson."

I couldn't wait to fuck Brittney. The two times I had fucked a girl, it was with a condom on, and it was not the awesome experience I had been expecting. Brittney was on the pill and had promised to let me fuck her without a condom and to let me come inside of her. The thought of coming inside of her was enough to set me over the edge. I spurted into Mom's panties.

I continued, "And then we'll fuck. I'll slide my cock in and out of you. It'll feel wonderful for both of us."

Brittney's eyes were closed, and the right side of her body was making little jerks as she jilled herself.

I kept describing our fuck until she came as well. We then talked about what we had done since our last video call. Brittney stayed far enough back that I could see her tits the whole time. We talked for about a half-hour. When the call was over, I jerked off again.

* * * *

I kind of hoped Mom would do something crazy that night to compete with what Allison "had done", but she didn't. She acted like she had always acted.

The next morning before Mom went to visit Grandma, I asked her, "Mom, you know how you took away a second pair of panties from me?"

Mom said defensively, "So what."

"So...I was wondering if I could have a second pair of your silk panties to use." I added in a rush, "You said you don't wear them anymore. I might as well use them."

Mom rolled her eyes.

I added, "You do laundry every other day, and today the one I have will be kind of nasty."

"Oh, all right." Her tone was full of disgust, but I thought some of it was forced.

Mom went to the master bedroom and in a minute returned with a light blue pair of silk panties. She said a little saucily, "So you like using my panties?"

"I do, Mom. They look very sexy, and I like how they feel."

"And you like to use a fresh pair when you masturbate?"

"I do."

"How many times do you masturbate when you're at your Dad's?"

I was a little taken aback by the question. My masturbation habits weren't something I discussed with Mom. Or anyone. But I couldn't say I didn't want to discuss it now. "I don't on Saturday or Sunday. So, five times."

Mom smiled. "I'll give you five clean pairs of silk panties for your trip. If Allison gives you a pair, don't use them. Bring them home to me and I'll take care of them. Use mine instead. Okay?"

"Okay, Mom."

"I'm off to see Grandma."

Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and left.

I thought about taking Mom's panties with me to Dad's house. I would need to hide them from Allison, but I didn't think it'd be a problem. I'd put them in a gallon Ziploc when I was done with them. Then I wouldn't have to worry about disposing of the evidence of jerking off while I was at Dad's house.

It seemed very important to Mom that I use her panties instead of Allison's. She was definitely jealous of Allison. Was I a sick motherfucker for wanting to take advantage of that somehow?

* * * *

Nothing interesting happened the rest of the week at Mom's. Sunday, I drove back to Dad's. Monday morning, Allison left for the gym around nine. As soon as she was gone, I texted Brittney Would now be a good time for a call? She texted back Yes. A few moments later, she was on my laptop's screen.

"Hey, Bryson."

"Hey, Brittney. How are things going?"

She looked away and then looked back at me. "I went out Saturday night with a guy I've met here."

"What?" I could feel panic rising in me.

"It wasn't a date, but I had a great time with him. I've had fun being with you and on these calls, but I'd much rather have a guy who's physically with me. So I'm breaking up with you. Sorry. Bye." She ended the call.

I was crushed. My video calls with Brittney were the only bright spot of an otherwise sucky summer. And now they were gone. I thought over what other girl I might chat up now that I was single, and none came to mind. God, I wished the summer was over and I was at college.

* * * *

Tuesday afternoon, Allison and I were sitting on the couch together after we had finished a show on Netflix. She asked me, "What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing's wrong."

"You moped all day yesterday and today. What's wrong?"

I sighed. "My girlfriend dumped me."

"You hadn't mentioned a girlfriend."

"She was a secret girlfriend. Mom disapproved of her, so I kept that we were dating a secret. We did video calls every weekday. On Monday's call, she dumped me."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Allison gave me a quick hug. "You'll find a new one soon enough."

"At college. Not until then. I don't know any girls I'd ask out now and who'd want to start a relationship that would end so soon?" I shook my head. "And I can't even tell my mom I'm bummed about breaking up with Brittney."

Allison sympathetically, "If you want to tell me more, I'm all ears. I'll be able to console you a lot better about this breakup than your mom."

Allison was acting superior to my mom again. Or was it jealousy? I decided to see if I could mess with Allison. "Well, I don't know. Yeah, I can talk to you about Brittney more than I can my mom, but if I told my mom I was having a rough time this summer, she'd give me lots of hugs and kisses. She's a very affectionate woman." Actually, Mom wasn't much of a hugger. But she did give me pecks on the cheek regularly.

"Your dad said she wasn't very affectionate."

"She wasn't to Dad. But that's because Dad wasn't interested in mushy stuff. He's not at all affectionate with you now, and you just got married." From the frown on Allison's face, I knew I had hit a sore point. "But Mom is always hugging friends. And she always gives me a kiss hello or goodbye."
"Do you like getting hugs and kisses?" That sounded like a probe, a partially loaded question.

"Yeah. I like getting hugs a lot." I was on a roll now. I wondered if Allison would do something crazy if I told her Mom was VERY affectionate. "Like I said, she's a very affectionate woman, and she's gotten more affectionate since Dad left. When we watch TV, I put my arm over her shoulders. And when the show is over, we'll sit like that and talk for a long time. She really makes me feel loved. And that'd be nice to have right now."

I stood up. Allison did too. I turned to go to my room, but I felt Allison's arms on me. She turned me around and pulled me into a hug. She was the tallest woman I had ever hugged, and I could feel her tits push into my chest as she held me tight.

Allison said, "I'm a very affectionate person too. I'm happy to give you lots of hugs if that'll make you feel better. I really like you, Bryson. I think you're a great kid. If you'd like hugs and kisses while you get over your breakup, I'd be glad to do that."

In some ways, it felt very wrong to be hugged like this by my stepmom. But it was nice being hugged by a very attractive woman. I wondered what else Allison would be willing to do.

I said, "I'd like a little kiss."

Allison moved to kiss me on my cheek.

"Mom always gives me a quick kiss on the lips."

Allison stopped and looked dubious for a few moments. And then she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She squeezed me and asked, "Feel better?"

"Yeah. Lots better."

She released me and walked off to the kitchen. I slowly staggered to my bedroom in a hormonal-induced daze.

* * * *

I quickly realized that I had created a monster. Allison LOVED giving me hugs and kisses "to get me through this break up". To make things worse, Dad was traveling for business and was gone Tuesday and Wednesday night. We watched movies those nights with my arm over her shoulders. Every time I turned to say something to her in that position, I couldn't help noticing her full chest. I didn't know if Allison didn't realize what the steady stream of hugs and kisses would do to an eighteen-year-old male or if she didn't care. She had me constantly battling the urge to squeeze that shapely ass while she was hugging me, to slip my tongue into her mouth while she was kissing me, and to feel those pert tits right after she kissed me.

Thursday morning while Allison was at the gym, I watched porn videos. They were all crap. I so missed the video sex calls with Brittney. I so needed to relieve some sexual frustration. I was about to pull my hair out.

Then I thought - maybe talking with Mom would calm me down. It would definitely have to be a video call. I texted Mom Could we do a video call for a few minutes? She replied Give me a minute. I sat at my computer until I got the notice Mom was calling me. I connected and relaxed when I saw her face.

Mom asked, "What's up, honey?"

"Allison has been driving me nuts."

"How so?"

"She's been hugging me all the time and giving me kisses on the lips. She wants me to put my arm around her when we watch TV."

Mom made a little shrug. "Tell her to stop."

I opened my mouth. That was what I obviously should do. But I couldn't tell her to stop after I had told her that was what I did with Mom all the time. I finally said, "I...I kind of like it, except it gets me hot and bothered."

"Your stepmom shouldn't be doing anything that gets you hot and bothered. Do you need to come home now?"

I felt my frustration rising. "No. I don't want to come home." I didn't want to have to explain to Dad and Allison why I left early.

"Okay. So tell her to stop hugging and kissing you."

"It's just that..." I couldn't tell Mom I was badly missing my video sex chats with Brittney. "I need to masturbate."

Mom rolled her eyes. "You know how to do that. You do it almost every day. Do you have one of my silk panties?"

I grabbed the one that was on the desk and held it up in front of the webcam. "I do."

"Then use it and your imagination." She shook her head. "I don't know why you called." She acted like she was about to end the call.

"Stop, Mom." I was so frustrated. If I didn't jerk off, I felt like I was going to explode. I need some stimulus better than porn. Something like Brittney's video calls.

And then I had it. "Show me your tits, Mom."

"What?!"

"Show me your tits. Do you want me to masturbate thinking about your tits or Allison's?" Mom's face lost its angry, incredulous look. "Her tits are driving me nuts. She has great tits, and she presses them into me every time we hug. I'm trying not to think about her tits, but I can't. Show me your tits, Mom. Give me something else to think about."

Mom stared at me like I was crazy for a few moments. I couldn't believe what I had said to Mom. It had made sense at the time, but now it seemed incredibly stupid.

Then Mom put her arms in front of her and peeled her shirt off. She was wearing a peach cotton bra. Comfortable but not sexy. She reached behind her and undid the bra. She pulled the bra off and tossed it aside.

"There! Happy?" she asked angrily.

"Move a little back. I can only see the top of your tits."

Mom moved back until all her tits came onto the screen.

"They're beautiful, Mom. So big. I've never seen tits that big before. I—"

"Do it," Mom said firmly.

I stroked my cock as I stared at my mom. "You're so beautiful, Mom." I hadn't realized what an attractive woman she was until now. "I love your tits. They are amazing." Her nipple and the skin around it were a dark brown, the perfect contrast to her white skin. The dark brown ring around her tit was really big, and I found that very sexy. Her tits had a little sag, but not a lot. I wanted to suck on them. I wanted to suck on them like I had when I was a baby. They looked like they'd feel so awesome in my mouth...

I came, spurting hard into Mom's panties. It felt so great to come, to relieve the sexual frustration.

"Thanks, Mom. That was—"

"Never ask me to do that again. Never...AGAIN." Mom ended the call.

* * * *

I felt bad as soon as the call ended. What the fuck had I done? What the fuck had I been doing? I had been lying to Mom and Allison, taking advantage of their bad feelings towards each other. And for what? To get lots of hugs and kisses from Allison? To see Mom's tits? Is that what I wanted?

What I wanted was to make Mom happy and proud of me. I was far, far away from that. I wanted to get along well enough with Allison so my visits would be enjoyable. And I wanted a girlfriend who'd show me her tits.

I texted Mom I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. Let's talk Sunday. She texted back Okay.

When Allison got back from the gym, she gave me a hug and a quick kiss. I said, "I'm feeling well enough that I don't need so many hugs and kisses."

"Okay."

Problem solved! I was a fucking idiot.

That afternoon when Allison and I watched a movie with my arm over her shoulder, it didn't bother me. I had finally gained perspective. Allison was my stepmom. She was happily married to my dad. She had absolutely no interest in me, so I should have absolutely no interest in her. Letting her naturally affectionate behavior rile me up was stupid as it would only lead to frustration. I should be using my creativity to come up with lines that would get girls my age to hug me and kiss me.

* * * *

When I got home Sunday, I was glad to see Mom wasn't totally pissed at me. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm an idiot. Let me tell you everything and maybe you'll understand why I did such a stupid thing. You'll probably ground me when I'm done. I deserved to be grounded."

I told Mom everything, from my asking Brittney out to my telling Allison to cut back on the hugs and kisses. I told her all the details, graphically describing what had gone on between Brittney and me. When I was finished, I said, "Mom, you're the most important person in the world to me." I started crying. "The things I want most in the world are for you to be happy and for you to be proud of me. I totally screwed up. I won't do anything like that again. I'll always be honest with you from now on. Please forgive me."

Tears were flowing down Mom's face. She pulled me into a hug and we both cried for a long time. When she pulled back, she said, "I forgive you. And I won't ground you. You're too old for me to ground. It's almost time for you to go to college. It needs to be you that holds yourself accountable, not me. And I'm proud of the way you've come clean and have held yourself accountable."

"Thanks, Mom." I gave her a big hug. "You don't know what that means to me."

* * * *

I spent most of the afternoon and evening doing chores. I insisted I do my laundry this time. Mom took my Ziploc of silk panties and said, "I'll hand wash these." I spent most of the time cleaning my room. I had let a lot of junk accumulate, and most of it went in the trash. I wanted to leave a nice, tidy room when I went to college. I did a first cut of what I wanted to take to college with me and what I wanted to leave in my room.

Around nine, Mom came into my room. She had just taken a shower and was in a white bathrobe. She said, "That's enough for tonight. Have you showered today?"

"No."

"Go take a shower then."

"Before I do, I want to ask your advice on something." I sat down on the bed.

"What?" Mom asked as she sat down on the bed with me.

"What should I do about Allison?"

"What do you mean?"

"I lied to her just to see how she'd respond. Should I tell her that I lied to her?"

"If you want her to stop hugging and kissing you, then you need to tell her the truth so you won't hurt her feelings."

I looked down at my hands. I suspected the next part was going to make her unhappy, but I had promised to always be honest with her. "That's the thing. Once I got her to dial back how much she hugged and kissed me, I enjoyed it. She's a very warm, affectionate person, and it made her happy to be affectionate with me. Dad mustn't like being affectionate—"

"He doesn't."

"—as I rarely see them hug or kiss. And she doesn't see too many other people. I like Allison, and I like making her happy."

Mom blew out a long breath. "You're being honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. You being affectionate with Allison is upsetting to me. I've lost my husband to her, and I don't want to lose my son."

I rolled my eyes a little. "You're not going to lose your son."

"It sounds like you're getting very close to Allison. Do you spend a lot of time with her?"

I looked at my hands again. "I do, Mom." I shrugged a little to hopefully downplay my last remark. "She has me clean with her regularly. We make lunch together. And we usually watch a movie together in the afternoon. And I help her make dinner."

I looked at Mom, and she seemed very upset. "Look, Mom. If you're jealous of me being affectionate with Allison, I can do the same thing with you. I'd like to do the same thing with you. I'd like to give you lots of hugs and kisses. I've discovered I like being affectionate. And we can snuggle together on the couch when we watch TV."

"Let me think about that." She looked away for a moment. "It's very nice of you to make that offer."

I reached over and hugged Mom. "You're the most important person in the world to me, Mom. You don't have to fear ever losing me. I'll always love you." I gave her a squeeze and a peck on the cheek and then stood up. "Time to go take a shower." I picked up the two silk panties that were on my desk. "Here. You can have these back."

Mom smiled. "No, you keep them." She smiled even bigger at the shocked look on my face. "I'm not using them, you enjoy using them, so you might as well keep them."

* * * *

After my shower, I went into my room and closed the door. I had just taken my towel off when there was a knock on the door. "I'm not dressed yet."

"Get under the covers of your bed. I want to talk to you."

I got into bed and pulled the covers over me. "Come in."

Mom came in and sat down on the bed next to me. She was still wearing her robe, which was surprising as she normally would have put on a nightshirt by now. "Move over some more."

I slid over so I was on the far edge of the bed. Mom brought her feet up and sat on the bed facing me. "I want to talk about your idea that we be more affectionate."

"Okay." I didn't see why we had to have this discussion right this instance.

"I don't think it'll work. For one thing, it's not me. I'm an affectionate person, but not wildly affectionate like it sounds Allison is."

I nodded. "I'd agree with that."

Mom took a quick breath. "I feel like I'm competing with Allison. And if I competed that way, it would be to her advantage because she's more comfortable being very affectionate."

Mom suddenly made a long reach towards my desk. While she did, she asked, "Were you being truthful on our last video call?"

I watched Mom grab one of her silk panties and resume her sitting position with it in her lap. I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"You said I was beautiful, that you loved my boobs, and you thought they were amazing."

"I...umm...is this a trick question, Mom?"

Mom laughed a little. "No. It's been a while since a man has complimented me. Now that we're being honest with each other, I was wondering if you were being truthful on the call or if you were just buttering me up because I had shown you my boobs."

I opened my mouth but couldn't think of anything to say. This was not a conversation I had expected to have with Mom. But I eventually saw why she was asking it. She was going through a confidence crisis because of Allison stealing her husband and then becoming close with her son. "You're a beautiful woman, Mom. I've always thought of you as Mom, but on that call, I saw you for the first time as a woman. And I found you very attractive."

Mom smiled a little and then asked, "And my tits?"

I was a little stunned she'd ask that.

Before I could answer, Mom stood up. She said, "You've seen them once, so I think it's okay for you to see them again." She pulled open her robe, revealing her big, beautiful tits. My jaw dropped. Mom was wearing only panties. A pair of red silk panties, matching the ones now on the bed. She shook her chest a bit to get the robe to slide down, and it eventually slid off her onto the floor. She got back on the bed and resumed sitting with the panties in her lap. "Do you love my tits and think they are amazing?"

I stared at Mom in disbelief. It was one thing to see Mom's tits on a low-res video feed on a laptop. It was quite another thing to see them in person only a couple of feet away from me.

Mom fluffed out her shoulder-length hair as she watched me stare at her tits, giving me a great look at them. She brought her hands down and clutched the panties in her lap. "Be honest, son. Tell me what you think of them."

"They're beautiful, Mom. Amazing. I've seen the tits of three girls, and yours are far nicer."

Mom smiled a coquettish smile. "Thank you, son. I appreciate your honesty." Mom took the panties in her lap in her right hand and slipped them under my covers. "I decided while you were taking a shower that what would be better than me trying to be affectionate with you like Allison is for us to have a frank talk every night. About girls." I felt the panties slide over my cock. "You don't have frank talks with Allison like you do with me, do you?" I felt Mom grip my shaft with her silk panties.

"No, Mom." I had no idea where this was going. This was crazy. But Mom had decided to do something special to win what she viewed as her competition with Allison, and I was more than willing to go along.

"So, tell me a little more about Brittney. What was it about her that you liked so much?"

Mom was slowly stroking my cock with the silk panties. I watched as a bump would suddenly form in my blanket as she reached the top of my shaft, and then it just as quickly disappeared as she moved her hand back down.

I said, "That feels—"

"Hush! We're having a frank discussion about girls. You're going to tell me what you liked so much about Brittney that you decided to date her even though you knew I disapproved of her."

Mom slowed the pace of stroking my shaft and gripped my cock loosely.

"Well Mom, she's pretty. And fun."

Mom smiled indulgently. "I'd be surprised if you dated someone ugly and boring. What was special about her?"

"Well...I don't know...She was sexy. 'Saucy' comes to mind, but I'm not sure that's the right word."

"You knew you could have sex with her."

Mom used her left hand to pinch her left nipple. The nipple grew even bigger. She moved over to her other nipple and pinched it too. I watched as both her nipples stood proudly out on her chest.

Mom said, "Go on."

It took me a bit to remember where I left off. "Yeah. I'm not saying she was easy. She'd only have sex with her boyfriend, and she wanted a long-term relationship."

Mom ran her finger in a circle around her nipple. I watched mesmerized. She moved her finger over to the other tit and made a slow circle there.

"Go on, Bryson."

"She made it clear she liked sex and she wanted to have sex with me soon after we started dating."

Mom brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them, and then brought them down to a nipple and twisted it. She held it twisted for a few moments before releasing it. She held her hand there to draw my eye to her beautiful nipple. She then did the same thing to the other nipple. The whole time, she kept sliding the silk panties up and down my shaft. It was an incredibly erotic experience.

"Did you discuss birth control?"

"Yes. She was on the pill."

"Good. It's very important you discuss birth control with a girl as soon as your relationship moves beyond kissing."

I closed my eyes to savor the wonderful feelings my cock was experiencing.

Mom asked, "Are you enjoying our little talk?"

I opened my eyes. "Yes, Mom. Very much so."

Mom grinned. "Always remember that birth control takes time before it's effective, and once you start having some sex it's hard to stop. I know from experience."

Which is why I came along so early. "Yes, Mom."

Mom fluffed her hair some more as she stuck out her chest. She looked incredibly sexy. She asked, "But she only let you suck her tits that last visit? It sounds like she was willing to do more."

"She was, but her mom and her boyfriend were due home any minute. She wasn't wearing a bra when I got there, and she took off her shirt as soon as we got to her bedroom. She didn't want either of us to take off any more clothes." Mom's hand and the memory of that day with Brittney had me close to the edge. "So we kissed and made out like that for like ten minutes until we heard someone come home. Brittney put on her shirt, and we went out of her bedroom." I closed my eyes as I came, shooting a huge load into the silk panties. Mom moved her hand down to the base of my cock and milked all the cum out of me. It had been an amazing experience, getting a hand job like that.

Once I was completely drained, I said, "Her mom was super pissed that Brittney had a boy over when no one else was at home. I kissed Brittney goodbye and took off."

Mom pulled the panties out from beneath the covers. She said, "Let's stop there." She reached down and grabbed her bathrobe. "I think that was a very good talk for our first time." Mom pulled on her bathrobe and then bent forward and kissed me on the forehead. "I want us to have frank talks like this every night you're home." Mom got off the bed, the used silk panties in one hand. She smiled at me, said, "Sweet dreams," and walked out the door.

* * * *

The rest of the week was odd and yet it wasn't. During the day, Mom was Mom, and I did teenager stuff with my friends. At ten every night, Mom would announce, "I'll change, and then we'll have a talk." She'd come into my room holding a nightshirt in front of her. She'd pick up one of the silk panties, sit down on the bed, drop the nightshirt and we'd talk. And as we talked, she'd give me a hand job while playing with her tits.
We talked a lot about Brittney. She gave me advice on how I could have done better in the relationship. Our mutual conclusion was, given that Brittney was looking for sex, it was no surprise she dumped me for somebody she could have sex with. We talked about girls who I was friends with and who had no apparent interest in me. We talked about girls I met while I was with my friends. We talked about porn videos I liked. I felt like Mom and Allison were off limits, but nothing else was.

And then it was back to Dad's. Life was much less fun there. My friendships were fewer and weaker. At Mom's, she expected me to do my laundry, clean my room, and cook my own meals, but, otherwise, I was free to do as I wanted (as long as I was back by ten). At Dad's, Allison was constantly putting me to work. Hugging, kissing, and putting my arm around Allison while we watched TV paled in excitement compared to getting hand jobs from Mom.

Then it was back to Mom's for another good week. One evening, Mom had a friend over. She and Mom talked a long time in the kitchen about what it was like to have a retail job. I got some ice cream while they were talking and listened in for a while.

After Mom's friend left, I asked Mom, "Thinking about finding a job?"

"Yes." Mom was still sitting at the dining room table, and I was looking in the pantry for a snack.

"I'm not surprised. It must be hard to make ends meet with no income."

"Actually, I'm doing fine financially. I got a nice settlement when your dad divorced me. We're staying here rent-free. When Grandma dies, I'll inherit this house and quite a bit of money. I don't need to work."

Thinking about Grandma dying made me lose my appetite. I sat down at the dining table with Mom. "So why are you thinking of finding a job?"

"I'm lonely when you're gone. And you'll be off to college soon. For the last twelve years, I've made most of my friends from my involvement with your school. I won't have that commonality anymore."

"Do you wish you had had another kid?"

"Yes. Particularly now. Then I'd have another child to fuss over after you went off to college."

"Why didn't you ever have another kid?"

"Your father was never interested in another one. He was no help raising you. I decided I didn't want to be a single mother again."

"Okay."

That seemed to finish the conversation, so I started to get up from the table. Mom said, "Sit back down."

"Okay." I sat back down.

"What I told you about why your father and I never had another child was the story I tell everyone, but it's not the real reason. As we are being honest with each other now, I'll tell you the real reason."

This piqued my curiosity. "Which is?"

"For a long time, we didn't have the money to have another child. I wasn't working; my parents were giving us money so I could be a stay-at-home mom. Your father wanted to start a business and saved every penny he could towards that. And then once he started his business, we barely had enough to keep a roof over our heads and food on the table."

I had heard this many times before. "But after a couple of years, the business was making good money."

Mom nodded. "And I started talking with your dad about having another child. He was always 'Let's wait another year,' but I ran out of patience and went off birth control."

This was family history I had never heard before. "Then what happened?"

"Let me back up a bit. Your dad has always traveled regularly for work. When he started his business, he traveled even more. Every night when he was away, he'd call me when he got back to his hotel room after dinner and we'd talk for an hour." I nodded my head. I'd seen many of those phone calls between Mom and Dad, and now I was seeing them between Dad and Allison. "And then one day, your dad called me early and said he had some sales proposal to review when he got back to the room and wouldn't have time for a call that night. I didn't think anything of it. Several months later, same thing happened. And then several months later, he told me he knew he'd get a sales proposal the next day and he'd be too busy reviewing it to give me a call. After that, every so often he'd tell me he wouldn't be able to call me the next night. I took it in stride, a part of being married to a business owner."

It sounded harmless enough, but it obviously wasn't.

Mom continued, "And then one day I realized that the last few times your dad was too busy to call me, he was in St. Louis. When I realized that, a shiver went through me. There's nothing a stay-at-home mom fears more than her husband having an affair."

"Was he having an affair?"

"I didn't know. I still don't know. At the time, I tried to think of other reasons why he always wanted the whole evening free in St. Louis. Maybe he was taking the client to a strip club? Maybe he was playing poker and didn't want me to know? There were a lot of other possible things he could be doing."

"All right."

Mom held up an imaginary piece of paper. "After that, every time he gave me his trip itinerary, I'd look for St. Louis. Every time he went to St. Louis and only when he went to St. Louis, he wouldn't call me. At this point, we had been trying for another baby for over a year and had had no luck. I suggested taking a break, and your dad happily agreed. But the reason I wanted a break was I wanted to know more about what was going on."

"That sounds wise."

"Shortly thereafter, your dad told me he was going to be too busy to call me when he was in Atlanta. And he was always too busy when he was in Atlanta after that. Six months later, he was too busy in Chicago."

I said, "Okay. Something was going on."

"Yes. But what really shook me was when he suddenly stopped being too busy to call me when he was in Atlanta. He was seeing the same people at the same customers every time. Why had he been regularly too busy every evening he was there, but now had plenty of time to call me?"

"The woman he was seeing had decided to stop seeing him."

Mom nodded. "That was what I concluded. My subtle questioning of your dad got me no answers. I had no evidence he was cheating on me. But I was certain he was. His business visits to most cities were constantly getting rescheduled, but his visits to his don't-call-me cities never did. He was also so much more excited to go on trips that included a don't-call-me city, and he was always in a better mood when he got back from those trips."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I had no idea this was going on."

"Adding to that, Grandma was in bad health, and I wanted to be more involved with her care. I asked her to move close to where we used to live, and she refused. Her doctors and her friends are all here. I asked your dad if I could spend several days a week here, and he was absolutely against it. So, I started considering divorcing your dad. But I couldn't end what I thought was a fairly happy marriage without any evidence of your father cheating on me."

"So, you didn't divorce Dad."

"No. I was saved from my quandary when his habits suddenly changed. Much less travel, a lot more late nights at the office."

I realized what had caused the change. "Allison."

"Yes. I knew what was going to happen, and I let it happen. I had my plans for moving here all worked out before your dad walked out. Everybody was sympathetic to me, the wronged wife. I don't think people would have been as sympathetic to the I-suspect-but-have-no-evidence-of-wrong-doing wife."

"So that's why you never had another kid. You thought Dad was cheating on you."

"And could divorce me at any time for the other woman. Again, your dad had no interest in being a father. Trying for a child had been a frustrating year. Not trying was the easiest, safest thing to do. But now I regret doing it. I so wish I had one or two more kids running around this house right now."

* * * *

Back at my dad's, Allison was driving me nuts. I just wanted to chill, and she was always demanding that I help her do something. When I knew it was close to time for her to get back home from the gym, I called my friend Jackson and asked if he wanted to go to the mall. He said sure. I left a "Gone to mall" note for Allison and went outside for Jackson to pick me up.

When Jackson and I got to the mall, we went to the food court. While we were waiting in line, we started talking with two girls. We had lunch with them and then shopped with them. It was the best time I had had with a girl since Brittney left. The girls went to the bathroom. While they were gone, Jackson and I decided to ask them for their phone numbers when they got back. But they never came back. Jackson and I waited way past when I should have gone home, hoping they'd finally return. But they didn't, and I went from being in a great mood to being in a foul one.

When I got home, Allison tore into me. "Where have you been?"

"At the mall," I said tersely. "I left a note."

"You were at the mall this whole time? You were goofing off all that time? You knew I was expecting you to help me clean this afternoon."

This was pissing me off. I was in a bad mood when I got home, and this was making it worse. "I'm not your servant."

"I'm not yours either. It's not my job to clean the house for you. It's not my job to cook meals for you. We're providing you with food, spending money, and a nice place to stay. I don't think it's unreasonable to ask you to help out regularly."

Allison had this way of constantly pushing you to do whatever she thought you should be doing. She did it to me, and she did it to Dad. She always made whatever she asked me to do sound reasonable. Which right now was making me even angrier as it made me feel like a jerk for doing what I thought was reasonable.

I said defiantly, "I do my own laundry."

"B...F...D. There's not much difference between doing laundry for two and doing laundry for three. I hate cleaning and cooking alone. I want you to cook and clean with me to keep me company. Is that really so hard?"

I felt like slamming my fist on the kitchen counter. "Fine! Let's clean then."

"I've already done what cleaning I wanted to do for the day. It's time to make dinner."

I was close to screaming. "Okay! What's for dinner!"

"The recipe is right here where it's supposed to be. Get the ingredients out."

When I picked up the recipe, I was so angry I could hardly see straight. I calmed down a little as I got the ingredients out.

Once I had all the ingredients out, Allison said, "Cut up the bell pepper." I started taking my anger out on the bell pepper. "After dinner, I want us to go to an art museum. They're having a temporary exhibition I want to see."

I said through clenched teeth, "I don't want to go to an art museum."

"Well, I don't want to go alone. You don't have anything planned for this evening, do you?"

"No."

"You don't need to spend another evening watching videos. Getting some culture would be good for you."

I DID NOT want to go to some art museum. "What about your video call with Dad?"

"He told me yesterday he's going to be busy tonight reviewing a big sales proposal."

"He's in St. Louis, isn't he?"

Allison's hands froze and her jaw dropped. "He is. How did you know that?"

"Because he was always too busy whenever he traveled to St. Louis to call my mom. For years, he's gone to St. Louis every three months or so and then been too busy to call home."

Allison's mouth opened and closed several times before she said, "You're not implying..."

"That my dad is fucking some woman in St. Louis tonight? Yes, that's what I'm implying."

Allison turned bright pink. "How dare you! Your dad would never cheat!"

The stupidity of her statement enraged me. "What do you think he was doing with you before he walked out on Mom?" Allison froze. "My dad has always been a horndog. And then he became a cheater. And he didn't change when he said 'I do' with you."

Allison turned redder. "You...you..."

"You asked once about what college my mom went to. Well, she was all set to go to Yale when she graduated from high school. And then her dad asked her to go to the company picnic with him. She didn't want to go, but Grandpa insisted. He wanted her to meet this young man he had just hired out of college. Three months later, Mom was setting up a nursery instead of leaving for Yale."

Allison looked shocked. "Your dad..."

"Knocked up his manager's daughter the week after he met her at the company picnic. And then he waffled for months about marrying her. Grandpa had to tell my dad that he was going to fire him and tell anyone calling for a reference that Dad had stolen money from the company."

Allison looked like I had gut-punched her.

I was on a roll now. I couldn't stop telling her what a rotten person my dad was. It felt good to get it out. "So, Mom wasn't surprised when he started cheating on her while on business trips. And she wasn't surprised when he started working late regularly with you. She never had another kid because she knew someday Dad would dump her for a woman he was having an affair with."

Allison dropped the knife she had been holding and cocked her arm.

"Dad's no happier with you than he was with Mom. The reason he dumped Mom and married you is that he thought as a successful businessman he deserved a trophy wife. That's all you are to him."

WHACK! Allison slapped me across the face. She half-screamed, "Get out of here! Stop it with all your lies and stories! I should have known you'd try to ruin my marriage out of bitterness. Your dad loves me. He doesn't love your mom. He hasn't loved your mom for a long time." She pointed out of the kitchen. "Now go to your room. I don't want to talk to you again for the rest of the week."

I turned and walked away.

Allison yelled at my back. "And don't come back in two weeks! I'm tired of your sniveling, ungrateful behavior! Don't come back again this summer!"

I could hear her crying as I closed the door to my room.

* * * *

I avoided Allison for the rest of the week mainly by staying out of the house. When she did see me, she shot me an angry look. I had gotten what I wanted - Allison letting me chill - but I didn't feel good about it. Yet another Be careful what you wish for. Wasn't it a good thing to let her know that Dad was cheating on her? That Dad had a history of cheating? Wouldn't she want to know that? Hadn't I done her a service?

Still, I was haunted by the sound of her crying.

When I got home, I didn't tell Mom what had happened between Allison and me. I suspected Allison might call me, apologize, and ask that I come next week. Or maybe I'd call her, apologize, and ask if I could come next week. I didn't want to tell Mom what I had done, and I hoped Allison didn't want to tell Dad what had happened.

One thing I realized was that by telling Allison what I had, I had endangered going to college. Would Dad still pay for my college if Allison came to him and told him I had told her a bunch of lies to try to ruin their marriage? Mom and Dad had agreed during the divorce that Dad would pay for my college. Was that in writing? Even if it was, would Dad try to back out on it? It wasn't like Dad was a doting father. That made me think more strongly about calling Allison.

Tuesday when I was getting close to calling Allison, she called me. She said in a small voice, "Would you please come back next week? I don't have anyone to talk to."

"Certainly. I'm sorry, Allison. I don't know what came over me."

"Was everything you told me true?"

"No. Dad is happier with you than he was with Mom. It bothers me that he divorced my mom to marry you, but he's happier because he did it. I said far too much, and I'm sorry."

"Was everything else you told me true?"

It was painful to answer. "Yes."

There was a long pause. "I don't know what to do, Bryson. I don't know what to do."

"I'm sorry, Allison."

"Let's talk on Monday. See you then."

* * * *

Monday morning after Dad left to go to work, Allison and I sat down next to each other on the couch. She said, "I didn't want to believe you. I'm happy being married to your father. All my dreams are based on being his stay-at-home wife. But too many times you told me something that contradicted what your father had told me, and you were proved right. So last Monday I went to work and visited people. I stopped by the VP of Sales and asked if anything big was going on. He said no, that some things were in the pipeline but nothing big right now."

"Dad may not be having an affair." I didn't want to defend Dad, but I wanted to not hurt Allison. "He could be taking his contact at the customer to a strip club or something. Or playing poker."

Allison sighed. "Possibly. But why not tell me about those? I wouldn't care if he played poker. I'd understand if he took a customer to a strip club."

"It's a mystery."

"I asked your dad that evening about the sales proposal. He told me a bunch of vague stuff about it. It was to a big company they were secretly wooing. He didn't want word to get out that they were in negotiations."

"Sounds plausible."

"The VP of Sales wouldn't trust the owner's wife with information about the proposal? That sounds a little too secret."

"Dad could have sworn him to silence and he wanted to play it safe."

We didn't say anything for a while. Then Allison said, "St. Louis isn't the only city." It was more a statement than a question.

I hated being the bearer of bad news. I hated hurting Allison. She deserved a lot better. But now that she wanted to hear the truth... "Yes. Maybe. Mom said he cut way back on travel after he started seeing you. Maybe he stopped?"

Allison said grimly, "Or now that he's married, maybe he started again."

"He'd be stupid to do so." I knew Allison wanted facts, not my opinion. "Let me remember. There's also Atlanta. No, he stopped playing around in Atlanta. Chicago." I thought for a second. "That's all I remember."

"Okay. Thanks. He's told me several times that he'd be too busy to call me the next day, but I never kept track of what city he was going to be too busy in."

I asked, "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know." Allison got up and started pacing. "Let me tell you my options as I see them. Number one is I could divorce your dad. It sounds crazy..." She sat back down. "Let me tell you about myself."

"Okay."

"I'm the fifth of seven kids. Many people have criticized my parents for having so many kids, but it was what my parents wanted to do, and I loved growing up in a big family. So, I've always wanted a big family too. And I wanted to start it right after I got married, just like my parents did."

"My dad doesn't like kids."

Allison raised a finger. "I'll get back to that. I never met a guy in college who I wanted to date and who also wanted a big family. It had been my dream I'd get married when I graduated from college and we would start a family shortly thereafter, just like my parents did. But that didn't happen."

"Okay."

"I started working at your dad's company. The first time I met your dad, I was blown away. He was so handsome and smart. He had a great way of explaining complex issues in a way that everyone could understand. And his word was as good as gold. I quickly became smitten with him. I began looking for excuses to talk to him. I'd deliver him papers from our department. I tried to time my arrival at work so I could walk in with your dad. And then he started dropping by and talking to me whenever he was in our department. I started working late, and then going up to his office before I went home to see if he was there. Those late-night conversations then happened more often and lasted longer and longer."

I asked, "So, it was a mutual thing."

"It was. If anything, I was the aggressor. And then your dad started talking about how he was unhappy at home, how he had drifted apart from your mom, how she didn't understand his life because she had never worked. I knew what he was hinting at. It was like a negotiation. I brought up that I wanted a big family and was looking to marry someone who could support such a family. Your dad wasn't thrilled about that idea, but it didn't seem like a deal breaker to him."
"A negotiation?"

"Yes. I know it sounds unromantic, but I wasn't looking for an affair. If I did anything with your dad, it was to be the first step to your dad divorcing your mom and marrying me. It was like, 'I know you want me. Do you want me that much?'"

"And I guess he did."

Allison nodded. "He did. He was going to go on a business trip, and I suggested I go along. He agreed. It was a trip where we flew out after work to spend the next morning at the customer. When we got to the hotel, we got separate rooms. I intended to not use mine. We went to your dad's room first, and I spent the night there." Allison stood up and started pacing. "I thought your dad was the perfect man for me. I fell madly in love with him. Six months later, he moved in with me." Allison stopped and turned towards me. "It's ironic. Your dad was dropping hints that I'd be raising the kids by myself, so I convinced him to have you stay here half-time so I could use you to teach him how to get back in the habit of being a dad."

"And he's been much more of a dad to me this summer than when he was married to Mom."

"But that success has led to me learning truths that have my marriage teetering on the edge."

I asked the question that had been bothering me since I heard Allison cry. "Should have I not told you? I thought at the time I was doing you a favor. But now, I'm not sure. Wouldn't it have been better to give you some years of a happy marriage? Ignorance is bliss." I shook my head. "I've googled up a lot of articles on the subject, and they are all like, 'Someone should tell her, but don't be the one.'"

"I...I don't know. It would have been nice to have had a few years of blissful ignorance. But it would have been devastating to have found out by him leaving me for the St. Louis woman after we had children."

"If she exists."

"If she exists."

Allison plopped back down on the couch and said, "I can tell you, I sure hated you for a couple of days. And if you're lying to me now, I'll hate you forever."

"I haven't lied to you." Then I remembered something. "I take that back. I lied to you once. Do you remember when I told you Mom was very affectionate? That was a lie. Mom is affectionate, but not very affectionate."

Allison gave me a confused look. "Then why did you tell me she was?"

I shrugged. "I had just been dumped by my girlfriend, and I hoped if I told you that lie, I'd get lots of hugs and kisses from an attractive woman."

Allison laughed and then hugged me. "I'll happily forgive you that lie." She kissed me on the cheek. And then she frowned. "I wish your dad had done something that minor, and I could forgive him just as easily."

"What are you going to do?"

Allison stood up and started pacing. "Let me say what I think are my options. Number one is I divorce your dad. He's told me enough lies that my trust in him is badly damaged. But that seems extreme as I don't know if he's cheated on me, and he's otherwise the perfect husband. And we've only been married three months."

"Would you get a lot of money if you divorced him?"

"No. I signed a prenup. I'd get nothing."

"Bummer."

Allison smiled at my sympathy before continuing. "Option number two is to confront your dad with all the information you've given me. I'm not sure what good that would do. He'd probably pooh-pooh everything you've told me. And if I do, your dad might not pay for your college and might not give you summer jobs. I don't want to risk hurting you."

"Thanks!"

"Option number three is to confront your dad with what I know. Which isn't a whole lot. Again, I don't know if that would accomplish anything."

Allison paced a bit before saying, "Option number four is to assume he's not cheating on me, but to keep my eyes out for evidence he is."

"That sounds like a good choice."

Allison stopped suddenly and looked at me. "I thought of something. Come on." She ran to the kitchen and picked up a piece of paper. "Your Dad is going to be in Chicago Thursday night."

"So, if what Mom told me is true, he'll tell you Wednesday night he'll be too busy the next day for an evening call." I had a thought. "Could you hire a private detective to follow him?"

"No. I don't have the money to do so. Well, I could charge the expense on my credit card, but then your dad would immediately see it. He pays all the bills. That would be awkward to explain." Allison set the paper down. "I hope your mom is wrong."

I hugged Allison. "I hope so too."

* * * *

Allison was tense all Wednesday. When we were making dinner, I had an idea. "How about this, Allison - If Dad says he's going to be busy tomorrow, we go to the art museum exhibition you wanted to go to?"

"You said you didn't want to go."

"If Dad says he's going to be busy tomorrow, what you want will matter far more than what I want. I'll do anything you want to try to make up for my dad's misbehavior."

A couple of tears ran down Allison's face. "Thanks, Bryson," she said in a voice choked with emotion. "That means a lot to me."

I left after dinner and went to Best Buy, where I goofed around for a couple of hours. I didn't want to be at home when Dad called Allison. When I got home, the tears on Allison's face told me the bad news.

Allison said through sobs, "He's going to be too busy reviewing budgets tomorrow night to call me."

I hugged Allison and held her tightly while she bawled. "I'm sorry, Allison. I'm sorry." I said that over and over. I didn't know what else to say.

* * * *

Thursday after lunch, Allison asked me, "What are the nicest clothes you have here?"

"I've only got shorts and T-shirts."

She gave me the smile that she always gave me when she was about to tell me something new to do. "You aren't going to the art museum like that. Let's go shopping."

Off we went to the mall. Allison bought me black shoes, gray slacks, a black button-down-the-front shirt with gray pinstripes, and a thin red tie. Allison said, "My, what a handsome young man you are."

I smiled bashfully. "Thanks, Allison." I looked in the mirror and had to admit she was right.

That night, Allison wore a white blouse, a knee-length gray wool skirt, and black high heels. Her long blond hair was fuller than normal and perfectly framed Allison's pretty face. She was wearing red lipstick which made her lips look very kissable. Her lashes were longer and fuller. She looked stunning. I said, "You look like dynamite, Allison. You're such a gorgeous woman."

Allison smiled and said, "Thanks." Whereas I had been embarrassed to be told I was a handsome young man, Allison knew she was a gorgeous woman.

"Your jewelry really suits you." Allison was wearing two gold earrings that had a green gemstone dangling beneath them and a necklace with a matching green gemstone pendant. The green of the gemstones matched the green of her eyes.

"Thanks. Your dad likes to buy me jewelry, and I love wearing it." I wondered if instead of having a lot of lingerie like Mom, Allison had a lot of jewelry.

When we entered the garage, Allison gave me the key to her Lexus. "You're driving tonight."

"Okay. Thanks."

I headed towards the driver's door. When I heard Allison stop walking, I turned back towards her. She gave me a disappointed look before saying, "The man should open the door for the woman."

"Oops. Sorry." I ran over to the passenger door and held it open for her. Once she was seated inside, I closed the door. I guessed Allison wanted me to treat her like we were on a date, even if we weren't.

As I backed the Lexus out, Allison asked, "Have you ever been to a Brazilian steakhouse?"

"No."

"You'll enjoy it. Lots and lots of meat." She gave me the directions.

When we parked, Allison said, "You're paying," as she handed me a wad of cash. I got out of the car, put the cash in my pocket, and went around to open Allison's door. As we walked to the front door, Allison said, "I want you to pull out my chair for me when we walk to the table, okay?"

I knew it was a demand, not a request. "Okay."

I did the chair thing at the table. There wasn't much of a menu so after Allison ordered red wine and I ordered water; it was time to go to the salad bar. Allison coughed meaningfully, so I got up and pulled out her chair for her.

At the salad bar, Allison said, "If you want to skip the greens and just eat meat, that's fine."

Once we were seated again, the wait staff started bringing us huge skewers of meat. They gave me a piece off each skewer. If Allison thought the meat looked interesting, she'd ask me to cut her a small piece and put it on her plate.

I loved the Brazilian steakhouse. They had twelve different types of meat, and I had some of each. All were delicious. I ate and ate and ate while Allison watched me with amusement as she drank wine. Finally, I said, "If I take another bite, I think I'll explode."

"Okay. Let's go then."

I walked slowly to the car, feeling like one of the balloons at Macy's parade. "That was marvelous, Allison. They better have one of those up in heaven."

Allison laughed and said, "I wanted to go someplace you'd enjoy before you took me to someplace I'd enjoy."

I drove us to the museum. They had a special exhibition of impressionist paintings. Allison said, "I took two semesters of Art History in college, and impressionism is my favorite style of painting."

We wandered around the special exhibit and then the rest of the museum for two hours. Allison explained a lot of the paintings, which made them much more interesting to me. It made me happy to see Allison enjoying herself.

When we got home, I opened Allison's car door and said, "Thanks for the evening. I had a good time."

Allison hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks. It was a wonderful date."

We walked into the house. I was on an emotional buzz, so I didn't feel like saying anything. Allison didn't say anything until we got to my bedroom. "Bryson, I want to talk to you some more. Go ahead and change into shorts, and I'll be back in a minute."

I changed and then there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

Allison, to my surprise, was in the same clothes she had worn to the museum. She said, "Thanks again for the wonderful evening," and kissed me.

"I had a good time too."

Allison stayed very close to me. "The one thing that ruined an otherwise perfect evening for me was the knowledge that your father was probably cheating on me with some woman the whole time we were out."

"Don't think about it, Allison."

"I can't help thinking about it. And I want revenge." Allison reached out and grabbed my cock through my shorts. "Would you like to fuck me, Bryson?" My cock sprung to life. "Even if I'm your stepmom?" Allison stroked my cock a few times and it was completely hard. "Would you please help me get revenge on your cheating father?"

"I...uh..." I struggled for the right words before saying what I suddenly realized was the truth. "Hell yes, I'd love to fuck you, Allison. You're gorgeous and sexy and a lot of fun to be with."

I moved to kiss her hard on the lips, but Allison put her left hand up between us while she reached inside my shorts with her right. She said, "This is going to be a revenge fuck, not a romantic one. No kissing; no foreplay. I'm staying clothed. You're going to fuck me until you come, and then we're done. We'll never mention this, and we'll never do anything like this again. Understood?"

"Understood."

Allison kissed me. "Thanks." She grabbed a T-shirt out of my hamper, kicked off her shoes, and lay down on the bed. She flipped her skirt up, revealing her pussy. Her crotch hair was also blond and trimmed short. She put the shirt under her butt and over her skirt. She opened a small bottle that had been in her left hand the whole time. "Lubricant." She squirted some into her hand and then applied to her pussy. She closed the bottle, wiped her hand on the shirt, and said, "Come fuck me, Bryson."

I climbed on the bed and moved between her legs. I stopped to admire her beauty. I found even the limited view of her body very hot. "Allison—"

"No small talk. Just fuck me."

I moved closer. Allison reached out, grabbed my cock, and guided it forward. She asked, "Are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Good. Don't worry about my pleasure or lasting."

My cock was inside of Allison. I pushed forward an inch. She said, "Go slow. You need to push the lubricant all the way down."

I stopped and pulled back. I pushed forward only a little further. Allison watched me the whole time with her emerald eyes. Her blond hair was splayed out behind her, creating almost a halo. She was beautiful and sexy, and I was fucking her. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.

I slowly increased how far I pushed in. This was my first fuck without a condom, and fucking without a condom felt so much better than fucking with one. Allison's pussy gripped me tightly, giving me an immense amount of pleasure. And yet it was slick, and the feeling of sliding in and out was awesome too. I realized that God had designed the female sex organ to be incredibly pleasurable to fuck. Deeper and deeper I went, and each thrust was more enjoyable than the last. Fucking Allison was far more enjoyable than Mom's hand jobs.

Finally, I shoved my cock all the way inside of Allison. I asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You can fuck me faster now."

I increased the speed of my thrusts. Allison looked straight up. The only noise she made was little pants as she breathed through her mouth. She didn't stroke my arms or chest like the girl I had fucked. I felt like she was enjoying me fucking her, but she didn't want to show that she was enjoying me fucking her. I hoped she enjoyed me fucking her as I was loving it.

I was fucking Allison hard now. My bed creaked slightly every time I thrust into my stepmother. Our bodies made a small slapping sound every time I slammed into her. Allison started saying "Ah!" in a high-pitched voice every time she pushed her crotch up to meet my thrust. And then I felt her press her feet onto my back, pulling me harder into her. She continued to act aloof, but occasionally she'd look at me and give me a hint of a smile before resuming looking straight up. Every stroke filled me with pleasure.

Then I could feel my orgasm was on the way. I groaned loudly, shuddered, and then spewed cum deep inside of Allison. Allison finally looked at me and smiled happily. She watched me as I continued to spurt inside of her.

When I was done coming, I said, "That was wonderful, Allison."

"Hush." Allison pushed on my chest. I pulled my cock out of her and moved to her side. She grabbed my shirt and brought it up to her pussy. I moved so she could get off my bed. She stood up, still holding the shirt to her crotch. She bent forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Thanks, Bryson, for a wonderful evening." And she left.

* * * *

The next morning after breakfast, Allison and I were sitting on the couch. She asked, "You okay about last night?"

"Yes. You were very clear about everything, and I can understand why you wanted to do what you wanted to do. But would you mind if I asked one question about last night?"

"One question? Go ahead."

"I came in you. I know you're trying for a baby with Dad. Could I have gotten you pregnant?"

Allison gave me the smile teachers give when a student asks a good question. "My period just ended, so it's too early in my cycle to get me pregnant."

"Okay. Good. I feel better knowing that."

Allison said almost pleadingly, "I so hope I get pregnant this cycle."

The way she said it piqued my curiosity. "Why?"

Allison seemed surprised that I'd ask. "Well...it's very personal."

"I know you want to have a big family someday, but you don't have to start it this month, right?"

"Well...it's like this. I've always been close to my mom. We talked all the time on the phone when I was in college and when I first started working. And then I told her that I was interested in your dad. She forbade me from even thinking about a married man." Allison's hand curled in frustration. "Your dad seemed so perfect for me. I knew it was the right thing to do. So I went after him even though my mom had told me in no uncertain terms not to." Allison sighed. "When I told my mom that your dad was moving in with me, she let me have it. And she ended the call by basically saying, 'Don't call me. I'll call you.' It's been that way ever since. Instead of talking to her a few times a week, I talk to her a few times a year." Allison's eyes brightened. "But my mom loves her grandbabies. When I tell her I'm pregnant, I think she'll be very excited about it." Allison talked more excitedly. "That she'll want to hear about how each prenatal doctor visit went. And once the baby is born, she'll want to hear all the latest baby news. I think she'll be calling me at least once a week." Allison's smile turned into a frown. "I so miss my mom."

I pulled Allison to me and hugged her. "I'm sure you'll be pregnant soon enough. It's just..." I realized I was saying too much.

Allison said sharply, "Just what?"

"Well..." I tried to sound as casual as I could. "It takes a while sometimes to get pregnant."

Allison's eyes narrowed. "What do you know that you're not telling me?"

"Um..." How to put this delicately... "I told you that Mom got pregnant with me the first week she knew my dad, right?"

Allison smiled. "Right."

"Well, one time I asked Mom why she never had another child. She told me that she and Dad tried for over a year. And then she figured out about St. Louis and suggested they take a break from trying. They never tried again."

"When was this?"

I thought back. "A few years ago."

"So you're implying..."

"Look, I don't know anything about getting pregnant. The few times I've had sex, I did everything I could to keep the girl from getting pregnant. It's just that...I don't want you to be brokenhearted if it takes a while with my dad."

"All it takes is one little spermie." Allison kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks for caring about me, Bryson."

* * * *

That evening, Allison got all dressed up again, and she and Dad went out after he got home from work. I went to go see a movie, and Dad and Allison were in their bedroom when I got home.

The next day was Saturday, and I slept in late. When I came out, Dad and Allison were eating breakfast. I microwaved something and joined them.

Dad said, "Allison told me last night all about you going out to the Brazilian steakhouse and the art museum."

I froze for a second.

Dad reached over and patted me on the shoulder. "Thanks for doing that, Bryson. Allison has been on me for a while about taking her to that temporary exhibition. I don't have a lot of free time, and I certainly don't want to spend what little I have going to an art museum." Dad turned to Allison and gave her an I-showed-you-who's-boss look.

I put a fake smile on my face. "No problem, Dad." If Dad had taken Allison to the temporary exhibition, maybe his wife wouldn't have fucked me Thursday night.

* * * *

Sunday when I got home, I gave Mom a big hug. "I've missed you, Mom."

"How was your week?"

"Good." I told Mom all about it as I hauled my stuff to my room and started putting it away. When I got to the new clothes I had worn on my night out with Allison, I said, "Let me show you how they look on me." I felt a little awkward stripping down to my underwear in front of Mom, but she was giving me a hand job every night. "What do you think?"

"I think you shouldn't have gone out on a date with your stepmother."

"It wasn't a date. We just went out. And I thought you and I could go out this week. Go to a nice restaurant and then go someplace interesting like a museum."

"I don't think you should go on a date with your mother. Particularly dressed up like some wannabe Lothario. You should be dating girls your own age."
"Mom, it wouldn't be a date. It'd just be us having fun. A little mother-son quality time."

"Did you have some special stepmother-son quality time this week?"

"What?" Was I that obvious? "Allison and I went out one evening, like I told you."

"You're awfully happy this time. You were very quiet when you got home two weeks ago. What changed? It was more than one evening out."

"Well, two weeks ago, Allison and I had a big fight." I told Mom about it. "I wasn't proud of what I had done, so I didn't tell you about it. But we made up this week and we got along much better."

"You made up?" Mom gave me a questioning look. "How did you make up? You had told her that her husband had been cheating on her since they were a couple. How did you make up on that?"

"Ummm..." I didn't want to tell Mom how we made up.

"Let me guess. You convinced her that your father is cheating on her, right?" I opened my mouth but didn't answer. "That's the only way you could have made up." Mom put her hands and her hips. "Did your father have a don't-call-me-when-I'm-traveling night Thursday? And that's why you and Allison went out on your date?"

I was amazed at how quickly Mom had figured almost everything out. "It wasn't a date, Mom."

"What did you do when you got home from the date? What put you in such a happy mood?"

God, she was tearing me apart. "Mom, it wasn't like that."

Mom crossed her arms. "You promised me you'd always be totally honest with me. And I gave you a very nice reward for making that promise. Stop trying to be vague with me."

I crossed my arms and sighed. I didn't want to tell Mom that I had fucked Allison, but I didn't want to lie to her either. And she'd know it was a lie. She had read me like a book. I shook my head. I didn't see any point in trying to deny what Mom had already figured out had happened.

"When we got home from the museum, Allison wanted revenge on Dad for cheating on her. So we had a revenge fuck." I made a stop sign in front of me with my hand. "It was an unromantic quickie. Allison remained dressed the whole time. We didn't kiss. I really didn't touch her at all. We just did it, and then she left."

Mom asked angrily, "Did you use any protection?"

I shook my head. "No. It happened so fast." Once Allison asked me to fuck her, all rational thought had ended. "I asked the next day if I could have gotten her pregnant, and she said no because she had just had her period."

Mom looked very upset. A few tears ran down her cheeks. And then I realized what was upsetting her. "Mom, she's not going to take me away from you." I thought about hugging Mom, but she didn't look like she wanted to be hugged. "You're still the most important person in my life. I still enjoy my weeks here more than my weeks there. It was a one-time thing, Mom."

Mom shook her head. "It probably wasn't a one-time thing. I've read a lot about cheaters. It's very hard to cheat the first time. Allison knew she was doing something immoral, something that could end her marriage and ruin her reputation. She didn't know if she'd even enjoy cheating. But when the opportunity to cheat came up, she made up a rationale for cheating so compelling she decided to take the risk." All that made sense. "And she didn't get caught! She had fun with you, and nothing in her life changed. So, when the next opportunity to cheat with you comes along, it'll be easy for her to do it again. All the same rationales will be in place. It'll seem a lot less risky, and she'll know she'll enjoy it. What about the next time your father goes to St. Louis? Don't you think Allison will want to go out on a revenge date again?"

I didn't know what to say. I hadn't considered that.

Mom continued, "And what if one week she tells you that your dad is going to St. Louis the next week and she wants you to stay another week so you can go out on a revenge date?"

I opened my mouth, but I didn't say anything. How would I respond if Allison told me that? I thought for a moment and said, "Mom, we have our frank discussions. I enjoy those a lot, more than one unromantic quickie fuck. And like I said, I have more fun here and you're still the most important person in my life. Allison is not going to steal me away from you."

"What if Allison were to tell you that the next week your dad will be gone on business for three nights, and she wants to sleep with you on those nights? Would you still come home to me instead?"

That would be a very difficult offer to turn down. I decided to dismiss it by saying, "That's not going to happen, Mom." I walked over to Mom and hugged her. "It was a one-time thing. And even if it isn't, the agreement is I alternate weeks this summer." I kissed Mom on the forehead. "You'll always be my mom. You'll always be special to me. Spending time with you will always be important to me." I pulled back. "I'd still like to go out for the evening with you sometime. Is that still a no-go?"

Mom smiled. It looked a little faked. "Go out with your friends. Don't spend your evenings with old ladies like me and Allison." Mom gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "But come home soon enough for our frank discussions. I enjoy having those with you."

* * * *

I went over to a friend's house for the evening and got back home around nine. I took my shower, and then Mom took hers. I was waiting as usual naked under the covers of my bed when Mom came into my bedroom. The two silk panties Mom had given me were lying on my desk next to the bed.

When Mom came in, she sat down on the bed without removing her bathrobe. She asked me, "Have you seen the movie American Graffiti?"

I thought for a moment. "No, I haven't."

"It's the film George Lucas made before Star Wars." Mom looked away from me. "It's about the last night of a group of recent high school graduates before some of them leave for college. One of the boys who's about to go to college tries to convince his girlfriend to go all the way with him but she refuses, and they have a big fight. At the end, that boy decides to stay in town to be with his girlfriend."

Mom looked at me. "I've been thinking a lot about that movie this week. I've always regretted not going to college. I would have liked to have had a career, to have been something besides a stay-at-home mom. I think I would have had a happier marriage if I had married someone who was a peer."

"Back to the movie: I wonder what the boy's parents thought when he told them that he decided to not go to college so he could stay with his girlfriend. It's one thing for a girl to drop out of college to get married, but it's much worse for a boy to do so. Eighteen is way too early for a boy to commit to a girl. Eighteen was way too early for me to get pregnant."

Mom shook her head sadly and then pointed a finger at me. "So what I'm saying is the most important thing to me is that you move into your dorm room this fall and start your life at college; for you to do what I should have done at your age." Mom put her hand back into her lap. "Have fun this summer but keep it in perspective. Don't make any lasting commitments. Walk into that dorm room with your eyes on the future. Do you understand?"

I knew what Mom was asking me to commit to. "I understand."

Mom nodded. "This summer isn't what I thought it would be. I thought I'd have you here the whole summer. I thought you'd spend the summer having fun appropriate for a boy your age. But that bitch your father married ruined that plan. She's pushing you into things a boy your age shouldn't be involved in. She's having fun with you in ways a boy shouldn't have with a parent figure. I'd be much happier if you never went back there."

I shifted uncomfortably. "But I promised..."

"I know you promised. And I know why you promised. I'm saying you need to keep in perspective the fun you're having here and at your father's house, that it's only for the summer. And it's not something you can tell your friends about. Come the day you move into your dorm room, you need to forget it all happened. Eyes on the future."

I thought I understood what Mom was saying. "Eyes on the future. As much as I enjoy our frank discussions, when I get to the dorm, I need to forget them and move on."

"Not just our frank discussions. Everything you do at your father's house also needs to be forgotten. Have your fun this summer, and then move on."

I had been right about what Mom was saying. "Understood. Eyes on the future."

Mom smiled at me and then a coy look. "So you enjoy our frank discussions?"

"I do, Mom. A lot. And you?"

Mom stood up, removed her robe, and sat back down on the bed. She looked down while bringing her hands up to her tits. She quickly flicked each nipple with a finger. "They're fun. I enjoy making you happy." Mom looked up at me with a serious look on her face. As she made little circles around her nipple with her index fingers, she said, "I want you to promise me something."

"What?" I was mesmerized by her fingers and her tits.

"This week is my week. Don't be thinking about next week, okay?"

"Okay."

Mom looked down again, grabbed both of her nipples, and twisted. She held that for a few seconds, and when she released them her nipples were hard and standing up proudly.

Mom looked back at me. She brought her right hand to her mouth and licked her fingers. And then she used her wet fingers to make circles around her nipple. She asked, "Do you like my tits?"

I smiled. "I love your tits, Mom. They're so beautiful."

"This week, I want you to think about your friends during the day, and these tits at night."

"I'll do that, Mom."

Mom gave me a happy look before licking the thumb and index finger of her right hand. "When you think of our frank discussions, do you think of only my tits?"

She slid her right hand under my covers and moved it forward until she grabbed my cock. She raised her eyebrows in a teasing, questioning way.

I said, "I think of other things too."

Mom stroked my cock with her hand. She said coyly, "Do you think about our discussions of girls?"

"I do, Mom. You give lots of good advice. I think this fall, I'll have an easier time finding a girlfriend, and then I'll be a better boyfriend because of our discussions."

Mom's face lit up. "I'm very glad to hear that." She looked over at the silk panties on my desk. "I've been thinking about those." Mom tickled my balls with her fingers briefly before resuming stroking my hard cock. "You know, I have to wash those by hand every time. It's a lot of work."

"Well...I...I do enjoy the feeling of silk on my cock."

Mom grinned. "Oh, I think you might enjoy something more, and there'll be less of a mess."

Mom turned and threw the covers back, exposing my cock. She bent forward, lowering her head down, down, down until her mouth was at my cock. Her tits were dangling down and one pressed into my stomach. She had stopped stroking my cock and was now only holding it upright. Mom was kneeling with her knees beside my chest. She looked back at me and shot me a little smile. She knew she was giving me a huge thrill. She quickly kissed the crown of my cock. She gave it another quick kiss, and then she stuck out her tongue and licked all around my crown. I moaned my delight. Her tongue felt so good on my cock. Mom twisted her head back so she could look at me again. While she looked at me, she gave the crown of my cock a long, slow kiss. As she did, she stroked my cock again. Mom changed the kiss by opening her mouth and slowly lowered her lips over the first few inches of my cock.

Mom moved her head back to a normal angle and started bobbing up and down on my cock while stroking the bottom half with her hand. To my surprise, she suddenly wiggled her ass. I reached up with my right hand and put it on her panties. Mom pressed her butt into it. I then began moving my hand over her panty-covered ass while giving the occasional squeeze.

I wasn't sure of the rules in this situation. Based on what we had done during the 'frank discussions', I felt Mom would feel best if we acted like we weren't having sex. So no praising Mom's wonderful oral sex skills, no statements about how much I enjoyed feeling her ass. And I suspected I shouldn't do anything beyond what Mom explicitly gave me permission to do, so no slipping my hand inside her panties and no attempt to feel her pussy.

I said in a low, lusty voice, "I'm loving this, Mom."

Mom took my cock out of her mouth and said, "Do you like this better than silk panties?" Mom licked down my cock.

I gave Mom's ass a firm squeeze. "Very much so. This is wonderful."

Mom licked down to the base of my cock, and then licked up. When she reached just below my crown, she opened her mouth and from the side took most of my cock in her mouth. She danced her tongue on the side of my cock that was in her mouth as she slowly slid her mouth down the length of my cock. No girl had done anything like that for me.

I asked, "Do you like this better than silk panties?"

Mom slid her open palm down my cock and cupped my balls. "I enjoy making you happy, Bryson." She turned her hand to grasp my cock around its base and slowly stroked me. "I'd really prefer to not be doing this. I'm only doing this to keep Allison from stealing you from me. I feel like I have to keep ahead of that bitch." Mom took my cock into her mouth and quickly bobbed up and down while stroking the lower part of my cock.

Mom took my cock out of her mouth and gently stroked it while pressing her firm ass back into my hand. She said in a lusty, happy tone, "I am enjoying making you happy."

Mom began slowly sliding her mouth up and down on my cock while compressing her lips tightly around it and sucking very hard. It felt incredible. I loved how Mom kept varying her technique, switching ways of pleasuring me with her mouth often enough that I could never get used to what she was doing. I also loved the feel of her ass in my hand. Sometimes I'd lose focus on it because Mom was overloading my senses with her mouth, but then I'd remember it was there and give it a playful squeeze.

Mom suddenly pushed my cock towards my feet. As she licked the crown, she shifted her body so more of her chest was above my stomach. Mom then drug her nipples in circles around my lower stomach as she licked and sucked on my crown. Her big tits touching me like this were driving me crazy.

Mom shifted back into the spot she had been using most of the time. She started bobbing her head up and down furiously while stroking my cock at a fast rate. It was like she had decided the blow job had gone long enough and now was the time to make me come. It had been an incredible blow job, the best I'd ever had. But I too was ready for the grand finale.

Mom's furious assault on my cock was working its magic. The pleasure level went up and up and up until I couldn't take it anymore. "Almost there."

Mom bobbed her head even faster. Her hand was practically a blur as she stroked my cock. A few moments later, I was blasting cum into her mouth. She stopped bobbing as she swallowed spurt after spurt. She slowly pulled her lips up my cock as I drained my balls into her mouth.

When I was spent, Mom released my cock and got off my bed. As she reached for her robe, she said, "I hope you enjoyed our new-style frank discussion."

"I did, Mom, very much."

Once Mom had her robe on, she bent forward and kissed me on my forehead. "Always remember - I'm your mother, and eyes on the future."

* * * *

For the rest of the week, Mom came into my bedroom at close to bedtime in a robe with only panties on underneath. She took off her robe, sucked my cock enough to get it hard, and then talked to me about my day as she slowly stroked my cock. When we had said what we had to say, she sucked me off while I groped her ass until I came. She finished by telling me, "Always remember - I'm your mother, and eyes on the future."

I really hated going to my dad's Sunday. I loved spending all day hanging with my friends, and I loved "frank discussion time" every night. I felt like life couldn't get any better. But I had promised and so I went.

Sunday night, I thought about what Mom had said about Allison looking to cheat with me again. I didn't get that feeling at all. She seemed very happy with Dad. I really liked Allison - when she wasn't around Dad. And I didn't care for Dad. All he talked about was work, which I found boring as I hadn't held a job. The only other topic he discussed was politics, and when he did I wished he'd talk about work.

Dad and I had ice cream as a bedtime snack. As we ate, he said, "I should be putting you to work at the business. Put you in Maintenance and have you paint. There's always something that needs painting."

"Let him be this summer," said Allison. "Let him get a year of college under his belt and then next summer have him do something useful in the office."

"Besides, I'm here only every other week."

Allison said, "We wouldn't mind you spending the rest of the summer with us."

I shook my head. "I promised Mom I'd spend every other week with her."

Dad said with finality, "Well next summer, you'll be here all summer. You're going to work at the business, and there you'll get a real education."

I didn't want to do that. I wanted to spend the next summer with Mom, having "frank discussion time" every night. But I knew what Mom would say when I told her about Dad's job offer - take it. Eyes on the future.

I'd said with all the enthusiasm I could muster, "That'd be great, Dad."

* * * *

The next morning at breakfast, the atmosphere was much different. Allison was clearly pissed at Dad, and Dad was doing his best to ignore her anger. Allison stomped and glared but didn't say a word. It was frosty between them. I found it funny that Allison was wearing a gray long-sleeve full-zip fleece jacket on a summer morning "to handle the frostiness".

After Dad left, I vacuumed the house. I knew Allison would appreciate me doing it unasked, and it gave her time to calm down before she talked to me.

When I finished vacuuming, Allison was sitting on the couch. She patted the cushion next to her and said, "Come talk to me."

I sat down next to Allison and asked, "You okay?"

"Yes and no. I'm still very angry at your father. Friday when he came home, he told me he'd be gone Tuesday and Wednesday night. I told him that those would be my most fertile nights of this cycle. He agreed to postpone those trips."

Allison suddenly spun on the couch while going up on her knees. She then threw a knee over me, so she was straddling my lap, facing me. She towered over me in that position. She looked down at me and asked, "Do you know what that bastard told me this morning?" She pulled the zipper on her jacket down a few inches.

"No idea."

Allison pulled the zipper down a few more inches. I could see she wasn't wearing a bra. "He told me that he had changed his mind; that it'd be too hard to reschedule those trips. He was close to closing two big deals, and he didn't want to lose momentum. So he'll be gone my two most fertile days. After he promised me he'd be here." She pulled the zip down some more so only a few inches were left unzipped. The jacket had spread open and I could now see the sides of her magnificent tits. Dad's house had a pool in the backyard, and I had seen Allison in a bikini many times, but I had never seen this much of her boobflesh before. The skin I could see was flawless.

"Your father doesn't seem interested in performing his husbandly duties." She finished unzipping the jacket and it hung open, showing lots of enticing skin and even more boobflesh. "I told you the last time you were here how important it was to me to get pregnant this cycle." Allison was now holding the zipper ends of her jacket and had pulled her jacket even wider. I could see even more of her tits now. I suspect I was close to seeing the dark ring around her nipple. "I've been thinking of a Plan B in case your father did something stupid like this."
Allison put her hands on my shoulder and leaned closer. Her boobs were only a few inches from my mouth. "Bryson, I want you to do me a huge favor." I knew I should be looking at her face, but I couldn't resist staring at her boobs. "This has to be absolutely secret. Not the slightest slip to anyone ever about this. Promise me you'll never tell anyone about what I'm about to ask you."

The main thought in my head was to kiss Allison's gorgeous boobs. I pushed that aside long enough to say, "I promise."

"Bryson, I want you to get me pregnant this week. I want you to fill me up this morning with your fertile spermies so that when my egg drops tomorrow or Wednesday, it'll have a massive sea of spermies to swim through. And I want you to keep filling me with your spermies. I want to be so full of your spermies that there's no way I won't get pregnant. Would you like to do that, Bryson? Would you like to fill me up with your lovely spermies?"

"Um..."

Before I could say yes, Allison continued. "You'll have to follow my exact instructions. Some of the instructions will be to keep your father from finding out. Some of the instructions will be to increase my chance of getting pregnant. Are you willing to do everything I say this week?"

I opened my mouth to say yes. Before I could, Allison whipped open her jacket, revealing her perfect breasts. "I'll be your girlfriend for the week. There'll be times when I'll need you to wait on me hand and foot."

Allison had gorgeous tits. Big, though not as big as Mom's. They had a smaller dark ring around the nipple than Mom's, but they stood up more pertly on her chest and her skin was flawless. More importantly, they were right in front of me.

"We'll spend the week kissing, cuddling, and filling me with lots and lots of spermies." Every time Allison said 'spermies', I wanted to laugh. But it suited her perfectly. "But only for this week. When you come back the next time, I'll be your stepmom again. Hopefully your pregnant stepmom." Allison moved one of her tits towards my face. "Do you want to do that, Bryson?" Allison pressed a nipple against my cheek. "Would you be willing to be my secret boyfriend for just this week?" She shifted so her other nipple pressed against my other cheek. "And keep me filled up with your lovely spermies? Would you be willing to do that for me?"

I reached out with my mouth and latched on to one of her gorgeous tits. I sucked gently on it.

Allison stroked the back of my head gently. She asked, "Can I take that as a yes?"

I nodded my head as I continued sucking on her tit.

Allison took off her jacket and resumed stroking the back of my head. "When you get me pregnant, you'll make my tits even bigger. And then they'll start making milk." Allison moved my cock in my shorts so that it was standing straight up, and then she squirmed forward so her crotch was pressed against my cock. She ground her crotch against mine as I sucked on her tit.

"Did you know that a man's testosterone level and sperm count are highest in the morning? I've tried to convince your dad to have sex with me before he goes to work, but he doesn't want to be late. You'll fill me with your lovely spermies every morning this week." Allison dry-humped me much more vigorously. "Talking about getting me pregnant gets me so damn horny. Are you ready to make love?"

Now that Allison wasn't driving me nuts with her tits, I could think about what she was proposing. And I was very okay with it. As she said, Dad was failing in his husbandly duties, and I'd be stepping up to fulfill them for him. It wouldn't be my baby I'd be making with Allison; it'd be hers and his. I'd get all the fun of making a baby and none of the responsibility. And making a baby with Allison sounded like a ton of fun.

I unlatched from Allison's tit, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her down for a kiss. She resisted at first. I said, "I've always kissed my girlfriends," and she stopped resisting. I pulled her the rest of the way to me and she pressed her lips against mine. As we kissed, I dropped my hands down and cupped her full, firm ass. I pulled her crotch against mine and ground my cock into her some more.

Allison broke off the kisses and hopped off the couch while grabbing my hand. As she pulled me off the couch, she said, "Let's go to your bedroom." Allison guided me to my bedroom and once she was beside my bed, she started stripping off her clothes. I watched as her magnificent body came into view.

"Get naked," Allison said in an amused tone when she noticed that I had been too busy watching her to undress. Once she was naked, she added lustily, "I can't wait to feel you inside of me."

Allison pulled back my bedding, tossed my shirt into the center of the bed, and lay down on my bed so her butt was in the middle of my shirt. She spread her legs wide and beckoned me. "Come on, Bryson. I'm so ready for you." I had never seen anything that sexy. It was hard for me to believe this gorgeous woman was eager for me to sink my cock into her. Once I was naked, I climbed into the bed and crawled over to Allison. As I got close, she grabbed my cock to lead me on. When my cock touched her pussy, Allison rubbed my cock up and down between her pussy lips. "Feel how wet I am? Feel how excited you've gotten me?"

I smiled at Allison. "Me getting you excited? You were the one who talked on and on about me filling you up with lovely spermies." The crown of my cock head slipped inside her. "You got yourself excited."

"I did." Allison let go of my cock and brought her hands up to put on my biceps. "Now go slow. Normally, you'll make me come before we fuck, but I couldn't wait today."

I pushed an inch in and pulled back. "Can't wait to have my lovely spermies inside of you?"

Allison squirmed a little bit as I thrust forward, sending me deeper into her than I had intended. "I can't wait to get pregnant."

I pulled back and thrust in a little more. "You can't wait for your tummy to swell? To feel little kicks inside of you?"

Allison squirmed even more. "God, yes."

I could tell that talking about being pregnant was driving Allison wild. "Do you have some maternity clothes in mind? One of those T-shirts that has a down arrow and says 'Baby inside'"

Allison grabbed my butt with her legs and pulled me all the way inside of her. "Stop talking and impregnate me."

I pulled all the way back and plunged into Allison. She brought her hips up to meet my thrust, making her tits jiggle. I started fucking her with a strong, steady rhythm. The first time we fucked, Allison had done her best to not enjoy it. Not this time. She was a wild woman underneath me, fucking me hard with every bit of her body. She lolled her head back and forth as she loudly cried "Ah!" in a high-pitched voice over and over again. She was gorgeous and hot and sexy and an amazing fuck.

I loved fucking Allison. Blowjobs from Mom were great, but this was fantastic. Pleasure flowed from my cock to fill my body. Every stroke felt amazing. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together and my bed making tortured squeaks. It wasn't made for a hard fuck like this.

All too soon, I feel myself getting close. I said to Allison, "What do you want?"

"What?"

I asked more insistently. "What do you want from me?"

I expected her to say 'spermies'. Instead, she said, "A baby. I want your baby."

The thought of giving her a baby took me over the edge. I could feel cum exploding out of my balls. "Here it comes, Allison."

Allison wrapped her legs tightly around mine, pulling me all the way in her as my first spurt shot into her. She grabbed my waist and held me still as I came and came inside of her.

Allison said, "That's it. Give me your lovely spermies. Fill me up."

I bent down and gave Allison a gentle kiss as I finished coming in her. When I started to pull back, she said, "Stay. It's best if you stay in me until you go soft."

"Okay." I bent down and we kissed gently for a few minutes until I got soft. I pulled out and lay down beside Allison as she pulled my shirt over her crotch.

Allison grabbed my pillow and handed it to me. "Would you please put this under my bottom?"

"Sure."

Allison raised her bottom, and I slipped the pillow underneath. She said, "It makes sense to raise my bottom so gravity will help the spermies move further along, but I've also read it doesn't help. But it doesn't hurt, and any little thing that increases my odds I'm willing to do. So I'm going to lie here for a while." She said that in a tone like she was dismissing me.

"Is there anything you'd like?"

"Would you get my phone for me? It's in the living room."

"On my way."

I went out into the living room, got her phone and her discarded jacket, and brought them back to her.

"Thanks."

Allison got some classical music playing on her phone and set it down next to her. I was sitting next to her on the bed and took her hand.

Allison said, "That was wonderful."

I smiled ruefully. "It was awesome for me."

"Thanks for doing it."

"I was very happy to do it."

I had the feeling that Allison was surprised I was still with her. "You don't have to stay."

"I want to." I raised her hand and kissed it. "I enjoy being with you, Allison. And I enjoy looking at my naked beautiful girlfriend."

Allison blushed slightly. "It's only for this week."

"Understood."

"And only in this bed."

I nodded. "But we can kiss and hug in any room of the house."

"But only when your dad isn't in the house. And when your dad isn't traveling, we're only going to make love in the mornings. I want to give my body time to reset before I make love to him."

"What about the gym?" Allison normally went to the gym every morning after Dad left for work.

"I kicked some furniture this morning and badly stubbed my toe." Allison winked at me. "I'm taking the week off to let it recover."

I nodded. That seemed plausible enough. "Tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow, we won't have to worry about your dad. I want you to fill me up several times tomorrow."

The prospect of that made me grin from ear to ear. "Will you sleep with me tomorrow night?" I had never slept with a girl before, and I was excited about the prospect of doing it with Allison.

Allison gave me a coy smile. "It depends."

I cocked my head. "On what?"

Allison acted like she was thinking something over. "I never intended for us to sleep together. I intended for you to have some fun and for me to get pregnant. Nothing serious."

She said that in a light tone. I felt like she wanted to sleep with me, but she wasn't agreeing to it right away. "Sleeping together would be fun."

"Yes, but I felt like that would be a sign of a more serious relationship. But our relationship can't be serious. The only way it'd be okay is if both of us took it as I was teaching you how to live with a girlfriend."

I felt like Allison was setting me up for something, but as I badly wanted to sleep with her, I was willing to walk into it. "It'd be good for me to learn how to live with a girlfriend."

Allison nodded her head. "One thing you need to learn about living with a girlfriend is evenly sharing all the housework."

So Allison was dangling sleeping together to get me to agree to split the housework with her. I wasn't wild about that. "Why don't you hire someone to do all the housecleaning?"

"I don't want a stranger in my house." Allison had a determined negative look on her face. "My mom hired someone to clean her house. And that person would bring another woman to help her. The other woman changed all the time. My mom had a lot of jewelry. Her two aunts had only boys, so Mom wound up with all the family jewelry. She had a big jewelry case with lots of trays you had to lift out. And one day, my mom discovered someone had cleared out several of the bottom trays." Allison put her hand out in front of kind of like a stop sign. "Now, it wasn't expensive jewelry she lost. But each of those pieces was a little bit of family history that is now lost forever." Allison shook her head sadly. "There are just too many small, expensive items in this house for me to feel comfortable having someone come in and clean."

That explained a lot of things.

I liked the idea of Allison being my live-in girlfriend for the week. Yeah, she'd ask me to do a lot of work that I wasn't too interested in doing, but the benefits of her hopefully having the mindset that I was her live-in boyfriend would more than make up for it. "So this week, you'll show me how to be a good live-in boyfriend. And included in that is us sleeping together while Dad is away."

"We'll sleep in here. Nothing in the master bedroom."

"Once Dad leaves for his trip, neither of us goes into the master bedroom."

Allison thought that over. "As long as you hold up your half, okay."

This story was written by 8letters and published on Literotica

* * * *

For the rest of the week, Allison taught me how to be a live-in boyfriend. It was a lot of fun. Allison had strong ideas about how a live-in boyfriend should act, and she never hesitated in sharing them. It was a lot more work than what I had been doing, but I really enjoyed being so intimate with her. My favorite part (besides the sex) was cuddling on the couch with Allison in the afternoon while we watched something on Netflix.

One time I kissed her in the kitchen and that turned into a series of hot kisses. When I grabbed her tit, Allison pulled away. "Look, I want to kiss. That's all I want to do. Don't take me kissing you to mean I want to have sex. Pay attention to what I want. If you do, then I'll pay attention to what you want. Understood?"

I said bashfully, "Yes."

Saturday sucked. It was hard to go back to being Allison's stepson. I found Dad so annoying. Now that I knew how Allison wanted her partner to treat her, I could see how far below that standard Dad was. But Allison seemed happy with him. The lesson I learned was that money went far in making a woman happy.

Saturday afternoon when Allison was alone with me, she said, "I wanted you and your father to develop a better relationship this summer. I think I wanted him to try to get him to be a better father than he had been. But it's not working very well. Why don't you leave tomorrow after breakfast and come back late next Sunday?"

"If that's okay with you and Dad, that's great for me."

"When you come back, I'll know if I'm pregnant."

"So soon?"

"I ovulated Tuesday or Wednesday, and the home tests can determine if you're pregnant six to eight days after ovulation. I so hope the results are positive this time."

"I do too."

Though I'd love another week like this week...

* * * *

I got home Sunday a little before lunch. Over lunch, I told Mom a quick summary of what happened during the week. "Part of me feels very guilty about what I did. If Dad were to find out, he'd totally disown me. But I really like Allison, and I was happy to hopefully make her dream of being a mom come true."

Mom said angrily, "You're absolutely right that you shouldn't have done what you did this week. I wish you would have called me because I would have told you so. Your future doesn't include becoming a father right now."

I wasn't surprised Mom was angry. I knew she viewed Allison as a major threat to her relationship with me, and that she feared Allison would steal me away from her like she had stolen Dad. I knew she was going to hammer me for a while about Allison. I told myself to stay calm and not say anything stupid. I had to let Mom know that I still loved her even after my week with Allison.

"I won't be a father. Dad will be the father. I was merely a sperm donor to help him become a father." I was strongly tempted to say spermie donor. "Allison made it very clear that next week, she's back to being my stepmom."

"Bryson, you can't put a genie back in the bottle. Once you cross a line, you unleash emotions that are never going to go away."

"Mom, we were both very upfront about how it was a one-week thing. And because we did what we did, I learned a lot about how to be a good live-in boyfriend. About sharing the domestic duties. About how to treat my partner. I feel like I grew up a lot this week."

Mom shook her head. "You really think you can walk away from being a father? That when you see your child, you can act disinterested? I hope I raised you better."

That was like a punch in the gut. Wow, that hurt. "I..."

"You didn't think about that, did you? You were all excited about making a baby and didn't think about what would happen after it was born?"

I stopped, took a few big breaths, and then slowly said, "I think I'm a good enough person to do what would be best for my child. And in this case, what'll be best for my child is for me to act like Dad is the father." I added in a rush. "I can't afford to raise a kid."

"And you need to go to college."

"And I need to go to college." I stopped and thought a bit more. "As long as Dad thinks it's his baby, everything will be okay. Allison will be a great mom. She wants to be a mom so bad it's driving her crazy. I'll be involved in the baby's life when I can. But that won't be very often. And I know the best thing I can do for the baby is to stop there."

Mom frowned like she wanted to tear into me more but couldn't find a hole in my defense. "You should be dating girls your age, not having sex with your stepmother."

I had been expecting this line of attack. "I agree with you, Mom. I tried. But it's not happening. I've written off finding a girl my age this summer. But when I get a girlfriend at college, I'll be a better boyfriend because of this week with Allison."

"The girls at college are what you should be thinking about."

"I know, Mom. Eyes on the future. No entanglements at the end of the summer. Some girl I meet at college is my future, not Allison."

Mom gave me an assessing look like she was trying to figure out if I meant what I said or if I was only saying what I knew she wanted me to say.

When Mom didn't say anything more, I added, "The grass isn't going to mow itself. I might as well as get at it."

Mom gave me an odd look. Mowing the yard was my responsibility, but Mom normally had to ask me a couple of times to do it before I'd pull out the mower. Allison had pounded into my head this week that I shouldn't make my woman nag me. If you've accepted something is your responsibility, do it without being asked to do it. Making me nag you is a big turn-off for me. Now, I realized dragging my feet on mowing the lawn was a stupid form of protest of having to do work around the house.

I had another reason for wanting to mow the lawn. I had known the news that I had fucked Allison all week and possibly had gotten her pregnant would be upsetting to Mom, and I wanted to give her time alone to digest it. And I wanted Mom to digest it in a positive way. Every time I had gotten more involved with Allison, Mom had responded by doing more to keep me sexually satisfied while I was home. She always acted like she didn't want to do what she did, that she felt forced to do it, but she seemed to enjoy having sex with me. How would Mom respond to my fucking Allison? Would she take things even further with me? Would she do more than give me a blow job? Would she let me fuck her?

* * * *

After I mowed the front and back, I put the mower away and went back to the front of the house. The flower beds had some weeds in them. Mom did the weeding and had gotten behind on it. I got down and started weeding. I weeded one side of the house and was weeding the other when Mom came out.

Mom asked, "What are you doing?"

"Is that a trick question?"

Mom crossed her arms. "I can tell you're weeding. Why are you weeding? That's my chore."

I sat up on my haunches. "This is my home, Mom. I want it to look nice. You've been busy dealing with Grandma, so I decided to take care of the weeds myself." Another thing Allison had been pounding into me is that if I see something that needs to be done, do it. Don't wait for someone to tell you to do it. "And I think I'll trim the bushes when I'm done weeding."
"You don't have to."

"You're right. But I choose to. Like I said, this is my home." I knelt back down and resumed weeding. "At Dad's house, I always feel like a guest. And when Dad's there, not a very wanted guest." I let that hang for a few seconds. "I feel like I should be taking more responsibility around here. You know, be more of the man of the house."

I knew that that last phrase was loaded. Man of the House implied more than being the only man in the house. And I was very open to all its implications.

Mom said, "I want you to enjoy this summer. It may be the last summer you spend with me as you'll be working at your father's next summer. But I'm not going to stop you from doing more around the house." After a few seconds, Mom added, "I didn't get the weeding done this week because I spent quite a bit of time at the doctor's."

My anxiety level zoomed up. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong. In fact, the doctor said I'm in good health and great shape. It was one of those well visits." And with that, Mom went back inside.

I finished weeding, trimmed the bushes, and went in. I poured myself a big glass of water and chugged it down.

Mom said, "Go take a shower."

I shook my head. "Dinner, and then I'm going to wash my car. After that, I'll shower."

Mom looked at the clock. "It is about that time." She got up as I walked over to the refrigerator. I dug out the makings for a sub sandwich. As I made my sandwich, Mom zapped some leftovers. When our meals were prepared, we sat down at our dining table.

Mom said, "You know, you'll never be the man of this house." She added lovingly, "You'll always be my son."

I smiled. "And you will always be my mom."

"I want you to be the man of your house someday. But it's something you have to grow into. I don't want to force too much responsibility on you too soon." Before I could respond, Mom added, "I wish I hadn't had the responsibility of raising a child thrust on me so soon." She shook her head and added wistfully, "I wish I would have gone to college. I wish I would have spent those years studying and dating. I wish I had gotten a job and worked for a couple of years before becoming a stay-at-home Mom." Mom searched for words for a few moments. "Growing up sucks. Responsibilities suck. Be an irresponsible kid for as long as you can. Then when it's time for you to be responsible, to be the man of a house, embrace that responsibility."

"And now isn't the time to be responsible?"

"Be appropriately responsible. I mean, yard work and washing your car are appropriate things for you to do. Don't take on any more responsibilities than that. I want you to be happy. I don't want you to have regrets like I do."

"I'm having fun this summer, Mom. Not the fun I expected. Not the fun I can talk about with my friends. But I think I'll look back on this summer very fondly for the rest of my life."

We were quiet after that. Mom seemed lost in thought. I finished my sandwich and put all my dishes in the dishwasher.

As I started to leave the kitchen, Mom said, "I'll help you wash your car." I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "You were nice enough to do all that weeding for me in the afternoon sun. Helping you wash your car will be my way of repaying you."

Whatever. I was surprised Mom would want to help me wash my car as she had never done it before, but as I wanted to spend time with Mom to get her in a good mood for Mother-Son quality time tonight I was happy she decided to do so.

Mom gave me an odd look. "Allison hasn't washed a car with you, has she?"

"No. Some guy washes their cars on Saturday for them."

"Okay. I'll meet you in back."

My grandparents' house had a large cement pad in their backyard for when they had a ski boat. I drove my car onto it, brought the hose over to it, and got a bucket of soapy water. As I was rinsing off the car, I heard a click, click, click. I turned around and my jaw dropped. Mom had come out to the backyard in high heels, a red bikini bottom, and a red top that was a cross between a bikini and a crop top. She looked fucking amazing. Her tits jiggled in her top as she walked towards me.

When Mom got close to me, she said, "You're supposed to be spraying the car, not the grass."

I had forgotten about the hose when I saw Mom. I turned back to the car and resumed rinsing it off. "Why are you wearing high heels?"

"Oh, I don't have any sneakers that I wouldn't mind getting wet. I don't care what happens to these crappy old shoes." That sounded like bullshit to me, but whatever.

Mom stuck her hand out. "Here, let me have the hose. That way I'll know water won't be wasted."

I handed Mom the hose. We were both facing the driver's side of my car. As I had already rinsed the front and this side, Mom started spraying the back of the car. After a few seconds of spraying, she began walking around the car. She did so in an odd way, keeping her backside to me. The backside of her bikini bottom was a small triangle that showed off lots of firm, well-rounded ass. I had never seen Mom in a bikini before - she had always worn a one-piece when we had gone swimming. She looked so hot.

I asked, "Is that a new suit?"

Mom turned to face the car. Her tits wobbled back and forth for a few moments as the result of her rapid turn. "I bought it after we moved here. With the high fence we have" - the fence around the house was eight feet high - "I thought I'd do some sunning while you were in school." Mom stopped spraying. "My, it's still hot out here."

"It's not that hot."

"It is for me." Mom turned the sprayer around and gave her top a good, long spray to soak it. As it was made of cotton, it clung to her tits even more closely. I had to clench my jaw to keep it from dropping. I moved my hard cock to a more comfortable position.

Mom resumed spraying the car. I picked up the bucket of soapy water and moved to the back of the car. Once Mom had moved far enough forward, I started scrubbing the car. As I washed the car, I kept an eye on Mom. Man, she was an eyeful. When she finished washing the car, she walked around behind me. "I'll rinse off the soap when you're done."

I moved around to the side and was scrubbing above the rear wheel when Mom suddenly sprayed me with water.

"Ah! Mom! Stop It!"

"You look like you need some cooling off."

I was feeling the heat, both physically and sexually, but a random spray of water wasn't helping much with either. After Mom had sprayed me for ten seconds, I said, "Enough, Mom. I'm cooled off."

Mom stopped the spray. When I looked at her, she had a big smirk on her face. Well at least one of us thought spraying me with water was funny.

As I was facing Mom now, I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were fully erect, stretching the cotton of her top. I felt like I could sort of make out her dark circles. When Mom saw where I was looking, she gave me a knowing smile. She knew she was teasing the hell out of me and was enjoying it.

I continued washing the passenger side. Mom sprayed off the soap every so often.

When I was scrubbing the front fender, I looked up to see Mom on the opposite side of the car. She watched me finish scrubbing the side and my half of the hood. Once I was done, she said, "Give me the sponge." I gave her the sponge, and Mom scrubbed her side of the hood. She started on the part closest to her, moving slowly towards the center of the hood. As she did so she bent forward, giving me a great look down her top. Mom reached further and further, and as she did her tits got lower and lower. Soon, they were pressed against the hood. Mom slid them all over the soapy hood as she scrubbed onto my side. She was scrubbing now to give me a show instead of to clean.

Mom stood up and tossed me the sponge. "Get that wet for me."

I dunked it in the bucket and handed it back to her.

"I'm getting warm doing all this work." Mom arched her back as she held the sponge over her cleavage. She squeezed the sponge, making bubbles cascade down on her tits. "Oh, that feels nice." I could feel my eyes bugging out. Mom gave me a satisfied look. It was like she was saying Yes, Allison is younger, taller, and thinner than me. But can she put on a show like this? Can she make you want to want to get on all fours and howl like I can?

Mom bent forward again, pressing her tits into the hood, giving me a great view of her soapy boobs. God, she had great tits. And the soap bubbles made them look so damn sexy that I wanted to beg Mom to let me bury my face between her tits.

Mom scrubbed for a little bit and then looked into my car and said, "The inside has a lot of trash. You should clean it out while I scrub."

I nodded. I kind of hated moving away from this great show, but I did what Mom asked. I got in the car and picked up a fast food bag from the floor in front of the passenger seat. I started to pick up trash and stuff it into the bag. I heard a noise and looked up to see Mom's tits pressed firmly against the driver's window. As she scrubbed the top of the car, she slid her tits up and down the window. It was an incredible sight. I stood there with my mouth open, watching Mom's tits move up and down. I was so damn hard that it almost hurt.

"You're supposed to be picking up trash."

I stopped gaping and resumed picking up wrappers, papers, and napkins as she stepped away from the car. Mom reached down, got the hose, and rinsed off the soap. When I had picked up all the trash and got out of my car, Mom said, "Time to wash your wheels." I washed each tire. When I was done with a tire, Mom rinsed it off.

"Time to dry," said Mom with a hint of malice in her voice. I knew the teasing wasn't over. I didn't really know what to make of her teasing. Her putting on a show was somewhat freaking me out. But at the same time, it had me looking forward to quality time tonight.

Mom picked up one of the microfiber towels and began drying the top of the trunk. I got one of the towels and turned. Mom was on the side of the car and reaching way over to dry the top of the trunk instead of walking around to the back of the car. As she reached forward, she bounced up and down in her high heel shoes, making her ass cheeks bounce enticingly. The show had resumed, driving me nuts again. I wanted to rip Mom's bikini bottoms down and fuck her right there over my car. But I knew not to do anything. Mom was having a blast teasing me while pretending she was just innocently helping me. If we were going to do anything sexual - and I prayed to God we would - it would be what Mom wanted to do when Mom wanted to do it.

I got a towel and headed to the front of the car. As I dried the front, Mom dried the back. Whenever her towel got too wet, she'd go over to where the stack of towels was, face away from me, and bend over at the waist to get a fresh towel so I'd have a great view of her ass. I so wanted to touch it. I so wanted to cup it with my hands. But I stayed at the front of the car and dried.

Once we were done drying the car, Mom said, "You take the first shower." She added, "And don't have too much fun in there." Then she winked at me.

* * * *

I was in a great mood as I took my shower. I had the same top-of-the-world feeling I got after defeating a very difficult boss in a great game. I felt like such a stud - after a week of fucking Allison, I was on to my next conquest. After the car washing, I had no doubt Mom was going to let me fuck her. And Mom had been so damn sexy during the car wash. God, I wanted her so badly now. And once she was done with her shower, I would.

I waited in the master bedroom while Mom took her shower. When Mom came out of the master bath, she was wearing her bathrobe. She was a little surprised to see me. She asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted mother-son quality time to be in here tonight." I wanted our first fuck to be on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom as opposed to the twin bed in my bedroom.

"That's not a bad idea," said Mom with a sly look on her face. I had the feeling she too was planning on having it here. Mom added in a dismissive tone, "But I'm not ready for mother-son time yet. So shoo."

I felt a bit chagrined as I got off the bed. As I reached the door, Mom said over her shoulder, "But don't go too far."

I went to my bedroom. I didn't want to play a game on my computer as that would mean putting on headphones and I wanted to be able to hear Mom call for me. I pulled out my phone and started playing a game on it. I found it tough to concentrate. I'd play for a bit, and then get up and walk around the room for a bit. I was full of restless energy. What was taking Mom so long to call for me? What was Mom planning on doing tonight?

I knew whatever we did, it would be what Mom decided we would do. She'd decide what foreplay we'd do. She'd decide what position we'd fuck in. Mom would be in control the whole time. Somehow, that made it hotter for me; for Mom to be in control but not being able to resist fucking me.

She did want to fuck me, right? Doubts filled me suddenly. What was taking so damn long? Was she taking so long because she was setting up something besides some foreplay and then lots of hot fucking?

I shook my head to clear it. All the signs pointed to Mom fucking me. She wanted to keep up with Allison. She teased the shit out of me during the car wash. She hadn't had sex in a long time and I'm sure she wanted to be fucked.

Did I want to fuck my mom? Hell yeah, I wanted to fuck her. I thought back to Mom bent over the car with her ass in the air. That was the first time I saw Mom as a hot woman I wanted to fuck. Remembering her like that had me rock hard again. Before that, thinking about fucking my mom was like thinking about being President. Vaguely, I was interested in doing it, but I couldn't really imagine myself doing so. Now, I could imagine fucking her. Oh, my imagination was running wild with possibilities. Doggie style. Her on top. Fucking her big tits. I stalked around my bedroom again. What could be taking her so long?

I heard Mom call, "Bryson!"

I ran to the door of the master bedroom and then stopped there for a moment to collect myself. I opened the door and stepped in. Mom was standing next to the bed. She had done something amazing to her hair, so it looked like a waterfall of dark brown curls tumbling down onto her shoulders. Mom looked so beautiful. She had a pretty face, but she had put on makeup to increase her beauty. Her brown eyes captivated my attention. Her red lips seemed to promise pleasure. The boring, white floor-length cotton bathrobe she was wearing didn't match her glammed-up look, though beneath it her feet in black hose and black high heels did look sexy.

"Why are you here, Bryson?" Mom's voice contained anger and disgust.

"Umm..." I didn't know how to respond to her irritation.

"Why did you want to talk in here tonight?"

"Ah...I just...thought..."

"That now that you've fucked your stepmom," Mom spat out in disgust, "it's time to add your very own mother to your list of conquests?"

I said defensively, "Mom, it's not like that." But of course, it was totally like that.

"Don't bullshit me. Yes, it is. I saw how you looked at me while you were talking about making a baby with Allison. You were undressing me with your eyes, weren't you?"

Shit. She was right. I had been thinking about Mom getting naked with me.

"Did you come in here to fuck me? Now that you've fucked that bitch, do you expect to be able to fuck me too? Is that what it'll take to keep that bitch from stealing you away from me like she did my husband?"

I moved from the door to about six feet away from Mom. "She'll never steal me away from you, Mom. I love you. And I know you love me more than anyone else in the world."

Mom opened her bathrobe to reveal a black leather corset, a black garter belt, black stockings, and no panties. A pearl necklace added an odd touch of elegance to an outfit that screamed sex. The top of the corset were low-cut cups that supported Mom's tits while exposing her nipples and the top part of her tits. The corset had a zipper running down the front. The garter belt had lots of black lace hanging down from it, reaching almost to Mom's shaved pussy. Mom dropped her bathrobe behind her.

Mom said with barely suppressed fury, "Is this what you wanted? To see your mother dressed up to get fucked?"

I was stunned for a few moments. I had assumed she was naked under the bathrobe. Or wearing a nice bra and panties. I was shocked she was wearing an outfit so outrageously hot. She looked like a porn star. A super-hot MILF porn star. "You look amazing, Mom. Absolutely gorgeous. I never thought you could look this hot."

Mom smiled at the compliment. She shifted her weight to one leg, put a hand on her waist, and stuck out her chest. "She's never dressed for you like this, has she?"

"No, she hasn't." I realized it was important to Mom to one-up Allison. "She always just got naked. None of the lingerie she wore looked super-hot like what you're wearing."

Mom smiled again. She asked sultrily, "What do you think of this outfit?" She turned slightly to each side while batting her eyelashes. "I've always loved to dress up in lingerie."

I moved to a couple of feet away from Mom. "You look incredible, Mom. I've never seen a sexier outfit." The pink circles around Mom's nipples were darker and larger than Allison's. Her tits were bigger than Allison's. The corset basically put them on a plate for me to enjoy.

Mom gave me a coquettish smile, and then her face turned angry again. "But that's not enough, is it? You spent last week fucking that bitch's brains out, having her beg you to get her pregnant. What's Mom in a sexy outfit compared to that?"

Mom dropped to her knees, pulled down my shorts and underwear, and took my cock in her hand. As she stroked my cock, she said, "When you fucked that bitch, you got to cuckold your asshole father who never paid you much attention." Mom ran her mouth down the side of my cock. "You enjoyed doing that, didn't you?"

I hadn't considered that aspect of my affair with Allison before. But now that Mom mentioned it, I did enjoy that I was secretly getting back at my dad. He was an asshole and deserved to have someone fuck his wife behind his back. And I was glad I was the one who did it.

While I had been thinking about that, Mom had been sucking my cock. I watched in amazement as Mom's head bobbed up and down on my cock. I had a feeling of unreality, that this couldn't really be happening. My mom, my so-in-control mom, couldn't be on her knees in front of me dressed up in sexy-as-hell lingerie sucking on my cock as if she couldn't get enough of it. I groaned in pleasure.

Mom took my cock out of her mouth and did a long lick from the base to the crown. She looked at me and asked, "Does that bitch suck cock as well as me?"

"She's never given me a blow job."

"She hasn't?" Mom said in delight. She took my cock in her mouth and bobbed up and down on it several times while working magic with her lips and tongue. She stopped and said, "She hasn't been enjoying this yummy cock of yours? Her loss."

Mom put her hand on the bed and used it to help her stand up. She said with anger and disgust in her voice, "But you didn't come in here to get your cock sucked, did you? I sucked your cock all last week in your bedroom, and you were happy with that. But now after fucking that bitch all week, you want more, don't you?" Mom let that hang in the air for a few moments.

Mom got onto the bed while holding onto my cock, forcing me to follow her. She kicked off her high heels. "So what did you come in here for, son? What were you wanting to do tonight?" Once I was on the bed with Mom, she released my cock and scooted back until she was in the middle of the bed. "What's wrong, Bryson? Cat got your tongue?"
I couldn't bring myself to say I had come here to fuck my mom. What kind of sick person tells their mom that they want to fuck her? I had been hoping to fuck Mom tonight, but I had pictured us hugging and kissing first, and then things would naturally heat up until we were fucking. There was nothing romantic about what we had done so far. It was like Mom was submitting to me and dominating me at the same time.

Mom said tauntingly, "You came in here to be a bad boy, didn't you? To do something no son should do with his mom." Mom sat up and put her hands on my shoulders. She pulled me forward. "Well, if you aren't going to use your tongue for talking, let's find another use for it." Mom pushed my shoulders down so my head moved towards her crotch. As my head got close, she slid her hands up to the sides of my head. My mouth was now inches away from her pussy. "Go ahead, bad boy. Lick Mommy's pussy. Give her a good licking, and Mommy will give you what you came in here for."

I tentatively parted Mom's pussy lips with my tongue and licked close to her clit.

"Let's see if that bitch has taught you anything about pleasuring a woman."

I licked two more times around Mom's clit. She hissed, "Oh that feels good. It's been too long."

I licked some more. Mom wasn't nearly as wet as I expected her to be, based on my experience with Allison. Was that something to do with age? Or was she not as excited as I thought she was?

Mom pushed my head lower as she said, "Lick my whole pussy. Get Mommy all worked up before you concentrate on my clit."

I did as Mom told me. I worked my tongue down her pussy, making small back-and-forth licks.

"Use the tip of your tongue. Don't lap like a dog."

I moved a little back and tried using just the tip of my tongue. It was a lot more work.

Mom let out a series of raspy sighs in between deep breaths. She kept her hands on my head but wasn't guiding me anymore. When I got to her hole, I licked up a lot of her nectar. She had a different taste than Allison, though I couldn't tell what the difference was.

"Mommy likes that very much. Keep up the good work, Son." Mom let out a couple of moans before adding, "I've been masturbating a lot this summer. I read stories online. My favorite stories are mother-son stories where the mom calls herself 'Mommy' while they're having sex. That always gets to me."

I continued using just the tip of my tongue as I worked back up to near Mom's clit. My tongue was getting a little tired, but I kept at it. Only a little more, I'd make Mom come, and then I'd get to fuck her.

Mom suddenly grabbed my head and lifted it, so I was looking at her. She asked me, "Does Allison ever talk dirty to you while you're having sex?"

For a few moments, I focused on how my face felt. My lower face was covered with pussy juice. Then it hit me - my face was covered with Mom's pussy juice. That was insane and incredibly erotic. I pulled myself together and said, "No. She wouldn't."

Mom pushed my head back towards her pussy. "That's something else I'll do for you that that bitch won't." I wasn't fond of Mom calling Allison 'that bitch', but now didn't seem like a great time to argue about it.

I resumed licking. Mom held my head close to her clit.

"Right there, Son. Mommy's getting close. Suck on mommy's clit for a little bit."

I covered Mom's clit with my mouth and gently sucked on it. Mom sharply inhaled. When I stopped sucking, Mom moved my head a little over.

"Now lick right there."

I licked the side of Mom's clit. Mom released my head, dropping her hands down. She started taking deep, ragged breaths.

"Faster."

I danced my tongue faster on the side of Mom's clit. My tongue was very tired, but I pushed on.

"Oh!...Oh!...Oh!...Oh!"

Mom suddenly began bucking. I continued licking the side of her clit as she came, though it was hard to do because she was moving so much. It wasn't long before she grabbed my head and pushed it back.

"Mommy's bad boy did a very good job. Are you ready for your reward?"

I couldn't help smiling. As I crawled up the bed, I asked, "How is Mommy going to reward her bad boy?"

Mom slid over and guided me to lie down on my back. By the time I had rolled over and moved to the center of the bed with my head on a pillow, Mom was kneeling on the bed next to my waist. She put her hand on my chest and bent forward, bringing her big, luscious tits directly in front of me. She looked so hot in her black leather corset. I brought my hands up to squeeze her tits, but Mom slapped them away. "That's not what Mommy wants to do. What did Mommy's bad boy want to do when he came into this room?"

The black leather corset perfectly suited Mom. She was totally in charge now, like a dominatrix. We were going to do what she wanted when she wanted it.

"I wanted to fuck you."

"And what does Mommy's bad boy want now as his reward?"

"He wants to fuck his hot, sexy Mommy."

Mom smiled at my answer. She straightened up and then moved one knee to straddle my crotch. She grabbed my cock and held it next to her pussy. "Is Mommy hotter and sexier than that bitch?"

I knew I had to give an enthusiastic yes. "Mommy is the hottest, sexiest woman in the whole world." And she was. She looked fucking incredible in that outfit, and she oozed sexuality. There was no doubt in my mind she was going to give me the best fuck I ever had.

Mom put my cock head against her pussy and moved it up and down within her pussy lips. "It's been a long time for Mommy. We're going to go slow at first. Just lie there and let me fuck you."

Mom guided my cock into her and slid down it a few inches. She let out a loud hiss and said, "You feel so big. It's been so long." She slid down a bit more and let out another hiss. She took a deep breath and then dropped down the rest of the way. She leaned forward a bit and put her hands on my chest. "I'm going to let you stretch me out for a bit. Mommy likes the feeling of her bad boy inside her, but she needs to get used to it. Once I'm ready, you're going to give me a good fucking, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes who?"

I realized what she wanted me to say. "Yes, Mommy."

She nodded her head. "Now put your hands on Mommy's ass. Once we start fucking, you'll help me by lifting my ass up."

I cupped Mom's ass with my hands and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Do you like how Mommy's ass feels?"

"Yes, Mommy."

Mom slid her body up and forward a bit, and my cock moved a short distance inside her. Mom then sat back down. Her pussy felt amazing. If anything, she was tighter than Allison. Not surprising as Mom hadn't been fucked since Dad moved out.

"You're such a bad boy for wanting to fuck your mother." She moved up my cock again, a little further than the first time. This time, I lightly assisted with my hands. Then she sat back down again. "I don't want to do this. No mother should do this with her son. I'm only doing it because of that bitch." With that, we started slowly fucking.

I knew she was only fucking me because of Allison, that if I hadn't fucked Allison, she'd be giving me a blow job or a hand job or maybe nothing at all. But she seemed to enjoy fucking me. And she had seemed to enjoy giving me hand jobs and blow jobs. I felt that she hadn't wanted to cross any of those lines, that her desire to keep ahead of Allison had compelled her to, but she had enjoyed the sex on the other side of each line.

"Fuck, Mommy." Mom sucked in a big breath. "Faster. Fuck Mommy faster."

We were now fucking at a pretty good pace. I was firmly gripping Mom's ass, pulling her quickly up my cock. She was slamming herself back down on my cock, making her big tits jiggle. Her pearl necklace bounced wildly against her chest. Her pussy felt so great; a warm velvet glove wrapped tightly around my cock.

"Is this what you wanted, son? To give your Mommy a good fucking?"

"Yes, Mom!"

Mom closed her eyes and arched her back slightly as we continued humping away. "It feels so good. It's been so long. You're making Mommy very happy."

We had been fucking only a few minutes, but I could feel myself getting close. Mom had gotten me so damn excited before we started fucking that I knew I wouldn't last. Fucking Allison was nowhere near as exciting as fucking Mom.

"God, yes! Keep fucking me! Mommy loves being fucked by her son."

I could feel my balls beginning to boil. "I'm about—"

"Keep fucking me, Son!"

I slammed Mom up and down my cock as I exploded. I continued to furiously fuck her as I came over and over again.

"That's it. That's what Mommy wants. Give it to Mommy."

I slowed down the rate of lifting Mom's ass, and we slowly came to a stop. I gave Mom's ass a little squeeze to let her know I was done.

Mom had a faraway, blissful look for a while. She was taking deep breaths like she had just finished a workout on her elliptical machine. And then she looked down at me. "Did my bad boy enjoy fucking his mommy?"

I made an embarrassed smile. "Yes."

"Was that a good fuck or a great fuck?"

"A great fuck." Which was true, but I would have said the same thing if it hadn't been because Mom was obviously fishing for compliments.

"Better than with that bitch?"

Fucking Allison had been a completely different experience, very romantic and loving. With Mom, it had been pure lust and passion. But I knew what I had to say. "Yes. It was better." I knew to not say Allison's name.

Mom smiled. She moved off me, and my cock slid out of her. She said, "Let me lie down." I moved out of the center and let Mom lie down on her back in the middle of the bed.

Mom crooked her finger and wiggled it to beckon me towards her. "Come to Mommy. She wants to have more fun." I moved my head towards Mom to kiss her, but she put her hands on my head and guided me to her tit. "Mommy wants you to suck on her tits. Mommy likes having her tits sucked."

I engulfed Mom's tit and sucked on it. It felt so wonderful in my mouth. And to think, I had sucked on this very same tit when I had been a baby.

It hit me the craziness of what I had done. I had fucked my mom! And it had been great, the best fuck of my life. And my mom had dressed in sexy lingerie just for me. After driving me crazy while we washed the cars. She was so damn hot. She had oozed sexuality all day long. And now I was getting hard again as I sucked on her tit. I definitely wanted to fuck her again once I was fully hard. And I was certain she wanted me to fuck her again too, for all her complaints about being forced into it because of Allison.

Mom moved me so that she could reach my cock. She wrapped her hand around my base and stroked my cock slowly up and down. "Let me get you hard again. Mommy wants another fucking. She wants plenty of sperm, so she'll have the best chance of getting pregnant."

I froze. Suddenly, I didn't want to be having sex with Mom. I sat up. "Pregnant?"

"Yes, pregnant." Mom sat up and said sternly. "What did I tell you? Discuss birth control with a girl as soon as your relationship moves beyond kissing. Were you listening to me?"

"I...um...I was. But I didn't think—"

"That's right - you didn't think. I told you I wanted more kids." She jabbed a finger at me. "I told you I spent quite a bit of time at the doctor's. That was at a fertility doctor." Another jab. "You know how babies are made. You probably made one with Allison. If you didn't want to get me pregnant, you should have asked if I was fertile before you fucked me." Mom's face was flushed. "I was going to use a sperm donor, but then that bitch decided she wanted a baby with my son." Mom poked her chest with her finger. "My son." Mom resumed shaking her finger at me. "I've done so many things for you. I've made so many sacrifices for you. There's only one thing I want from you this week, and that's a baby!" I was shocked at how worked up Mom was. "If you can give that bitch a baby, you can certainly give your mother one."

"But...but...but Mom?"

"You came in here wanting to fuck me, and you're going to fuck me. You were planning on fucking me every night this week, weren't you?"

I couldn't wrap my head around my mom wanting me to get her pregnant. With Allison, it had felt right. I had been her boyfriend for the week and was more than happy to give her what she desperately wanted. And getting pregnant would so suit where she was in life. But my mom? I...

Mom's eyes went wide as she asked loudly and angrily, "Weren't you?"

"Yes, Mom. I was planning...Are you sure about this? Do you really want me to get you pregnant?"

Mom jabbed her finger downward. "Am I sure I want to get pregnant again? Absolutely. I don't want to live in an empty house for the umpteen years it's going to take for you to settle down and start a family. I don't want to take a low-paying job just so I'll have something to do." Mom suddenly softened. "I so enjoyed you when you were little. I loved watching you grow up." She added sadly, "I wanted to have the experience more than once, but it didn't happen." Mom's eyes widen with anger. "I feel like your asshole father stole so much from me. He stole from me the chance to experience life at college. He stole from me the chance to have a career of my own. And he stole from me the chance to have more than one kid." She jabbed her finger at me again. "Well, I don't have to let him keep me from being a mom again. And if you don't fully cooperate with me, I'll be pissed at you for the rest of your life."

I still didn't know what to think. Knock up my mom? Be my mom's baby's dad? How would I relate to my mom once I became the father of our child?

Mom snapped, "Enough!" She flung herself down on the bed so hard she bounced. She grabbed my arms and yanked me towards her. "Come suck Mommy's tits. It's what you want to do. You know it. I know it. It's what you came in here to do."

Mom grabbed my head and pulled my mouth towards her tit. I opened my mouth to say something, and it was soon filled with tit. I sucked on it instinctively. Mom ran her fingers through my hair and said soothingly, "That's it. That's what Mommy wants. Make Mommy happy. Focus on making Mommy happy by sucking on her tit."

I sucked on Mom's tit for a while, and then she moved me, so I had my head on her shoulder and was lying on my side along her body. She continued to run her fingers through my hair. It was soothing. I felt myself calming down and relaxing.

Mom said calmly, "I didn't have to tell you." And she added wryly, "And you wouldn't have asked, would you?"

I shook my head very slightly. "No, I wouldn't have thought to ask."

Mom laughed softly. "Well, let that be a life lesson for you."

We were quiet for a while as Mom continued running her fingers through my hair. I finally asked, "Why did you tell me?"

Mom let out a where-do-I-begin sigh. "When I first went to the fertility doctor, she asked if there was some man in my life I wanted to be the sperm donor. I said no. There wasn't anyone that I wanted to have their baby, and there wasn't anyone I was willing to ask to let me have their baby. This is my baby. It's my choice. It's what I want. I didn't want anyone to have any justification for having a say in my raising of it."

Mom's tone of voice was very different. Not at all her usual Mom voice. It was like she was talking to me adult-to-adult for the first time. Or maybe as sex partner-to-sex partner.

"So the fertility doctor and I agreed I'd use an anonymous sperm donor. I thought that'd be fine. But two weeks ago when we discussed the mechanics of how I'd get pregnant, I started having second thoughts. I was to take the sperm sample home, do some prep, and then inject it into me as I lay in bed. And then I was to stay in bed, eventually going to sleep. It was so...clinical. Sterile. It was...it wasn't how I wanted to get pregnant. It wasn't how I wanted to begin this wonderful new chapter in my life."

I got off Mom's shoulder and moved back a bit. I put my arm under my head and then rested my head in my palm so I could see Mom as she talked with me.

"When you left last week, I so missed you," said Mom with so much tenderness in her voice. "What we had done that week was very wrong; no mother should do that with her son. But I had enjoyed it so much. And then it hit me that I wanted to have your baby. That I love you and think you're a wonderful young man. I'd be proud to have your baby." Mom reached out, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it. I felt...emotion overwhelmed me. I loved my mom so much. And she'd be proud to have my baby! "No way would the fertility doctor agree to help me get pregnant with my son's baby." Mom pulled my hand forward and placed it on her hip right below the corset. "So, I started thinking about having you impregnate me the old-fashioned way."

I slid my hand up and down in the space between Mom's corset and her stockings, rubbing her skin with just my fingertips. I loved the feel of Mom's skin. I kept my eyes on Mom's face. Now that we were talking seriously, the pearl necklace looked great on her. She was a smart, elegant woman. "So you planned all of this?"

Mom looked up for a bit. "Sort of. I was both intrigued by the idea of you getting me pregnant and revolted by it. No mother should have her son knock her up. If nothing had happened between you and Allison this week, I would have squirted the sperm sample into me. But I had decided that if Allison had done something with you that might tempt you to stop coming home, I'd kill two birds with one stone."

"So we fucked, possibly getting you pregnant."

"Yes. And I am incredibly disgusted with myself and so happy at the same time. This was how I wanted to get knocked up - dressed in sexy lingerie, having hot, passionate sex with someone whom I'd be proud to have their baby. I just wish it was with someone besides my son."

I processed that for a little while as I continued to stroke Mom's skin. I stared at Mom's shaved pussy. It still shocked me to no end that Mom shaved her pussy. Had she shaved it just for me?

"What about birth defects?"

"From what I've read, there's a fifty percent increased chance. I'm willing to accept that. Having a genetic test to check for possible birth defects is out because it'll show that the baby has two closely related parents. So I'll have the best ultrasound scans I can get."

I wasn't wild about that answer, but I decided to not push more for now. Instead, I returned to my earlier question. "But that doesn't explain why you told me."

Mom nodded approvingly at my question. "Let me say this first. As I said, this is my choice, my baby. I don't want you to think about being involved with raising it. Exactly like you shouldn't think about being involved with raising Allison's baby. You have your own life to live. I don't want you butting into mine just because you were my sperm donor." Mom winked. "Sperm donor with benefits."

Mom rolled onto her side while reaching out to take my hand. She brought it up and placed it over her tit. I squeezed it lightly. Mom smiled approvingly. Whatever qualms I had about fucking Mom again were evaporating. I totally supported her decision to have another baby. And she'd be proud to have my baby. And I had hoped I'd be able to fuck her all week...

Mom said, "I loved making love with you. I loved how you made me feel. It was everything I wanted when I dreamed about getting pregnant. Except for one thing."

I was now rubbing the top of Mom's tits and the chest area above it. I could feel myself getting hard. Mom was such a sexy woman. She looked so amazing in the black corset and black stockings. I hadn't seen how sexy she was before today, but I could see it now. I was definitely fucking her again.

"Except for what?"

"I want the person making love to me to be excited about getting me pregnant. I want them to be proud that I'd be having their baby." Mom took a deep breath that was full of passion. "I want them to tell me how excited they are about knocking me up." Mom wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking it lightly. "I want this week to be a very special week, a celebration of me starting a new chapter in my life. And I want you to knowingly participate in starting that new chapter." Mom looked directly into my eyes. "Would you please do that for me, Bryson? Would you please choose to give me the baby I desperately want, in the way I want it?"
Mom had done her research and had thought this through. Becoming a mom again was definitely her choice. Wasn't accepting the higher risk of birth defects from getting pregnant the way she wanted to get pregnant also her choice? All summer, I've said the most important thing to me was making Mom happy. If the thing that would make her the happiest was for me to knock her up willingly and enthusiastically, shouldn't I go alone with that?

I brought my hand up and gently stroked Mom's face. "It makes me feel ten feet tall that you want my baby, Mom. If this is what you want, then it's what I want." I moved my hand back to Mom's tit. "And you're so damn sexy that I can't resist fucking you again."

Mom laughed before turning serious. "Play with my tits, Bryson. Get Mommy all hot again. Rub Mommy's nipples." With Mom on her side, I could only reach her left nipple. I made a circle around it with two of my fingers. "That's it. Slow and gentle." Mom's tit looked so big and full. "Now squeeze my nipple." I brought my hand down and cupped her tit. I gently squeezed Mom's nipple between my two largest fingers. "Look at how big you're getting Mommy's nipple." Mom's nipple was now proudly standing firmly up. "Suck Mommy's nipple." I bent forward and took the nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it gently. "Oh, yes. Just like that. Mommy loves to have her nipples sucked. But now lick all around my nipple." I released Mom's nipple and began licking around the base of the nipple, also licking a lot of Mom's pink circle. "So good. That feels so good. You're getting Mommy so excited."

Mom rolled onto her back. "Now the other tit, Bryson. Do what you just did again. Slow and gentle."

I repeated all the steps I had done on Mom's left tit on her right as she oohed and aahed. "You're getting Mommy so excited." I knew I was getting excited. My cock was rock hard.

"Now back to the first tit," Mom said. She rolled back onto her side. I went through the steps again. This time when I sucked Mom's nipple, I brought my hand down to her ass and squeezed her tight, firm butt cheek. "That's it, Bryson. You're making me so wet." Mom ran her fingers through my hair. The strokes felt different than before, more urgent. I gave Mom's ass a few more squeezes, and then she moved forward until her pussy was pressed against my stomach. She started grinding her pussy against me as I continued sucking on her tit. I helped her grind against me by firmly pulling her ass towards me as I squeezed it harder and harder.

Mom rolled suddenly onto her back. "I'm ready. Come fuck me, Son." I got up on my knees. "Come fuck Mommy. Make Mommy feel so good."

Once I was between Mom's legs, she grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. "Mommy definitely wants her bad boy knocking her up." Mom slid the head of my cock up and down between the lips of her pussy. "Are you ready to knock Mommy up?"

"Yes!"

Mom guided the head of my cock inside of her. "Fuck me, Son!"

I pushed my cock forward, sliding all the way in. Mom was slicker now. Mom wrapped her legs around me, putting her stockinged feet on my ass. I pulled back. As I pushed forward, Mom pressed her feet hard against me to make me fuck her faster.

"Yessss! Fuck me, Bryson. Fuck Mommy with your big, wonderful cock."

I stabbed my cock in and out of Mom swiftly, with her feet always urging me on. Mom's pussy felt so tight and slick.

"Slide your hips down a little, Bryson." I did as she asked. "Oh, yes. Right there. You're hitting my clit every time now. Ooooooooh!"

Mom twisted her head from side to side. I continued to pound her pussy as fast as I could. It was like a race. Mom and I were racing somewhere together, desperately trying to get there as fast as possible.

"That's it! I'm close! Harder! Oh, fuuuuck!"

Grandma's bed was squeaking angrily at each of my thrusts. Mom's tits were wobbling in an oval, mostly in the up and down direction. When they wobbled up, I got to see most of her big, full tits. The pearls were now at the top of her throat, moving a little back and forth with each thrust. I continued to fuck Mom with all I had.

"Yes! I'm coooommmmmming!"

Mom closed her eyes as her orgasm ripped through her. Her feet lost contact with my ass for several strokes as I continued plunging in and out of her. I was very proud that I had made Mom come. But I felt that more than anything I had done, it was as much her passion; her raw, unbridled enjoyment at getting fucked that had taken her over the edge.

Mom opened her eyes and said, "You're such a good Mommyfucker. You made Mommy orgasm so hard. Now, come in Mommy. Fill Mommy up!"

The pace of our fucking had slowed while Mom was coming, but I resumed fucking her with all I had.

"KNOCK ME UP, BRYSON!"

The last command pushed me over the edge. I pushed as deep as I could into Mom and then sent jet after jet deep into her.

"That's it, Bryson. come in me! come in Mommy! I love the feeling of you coming in me! Keep spurting!" Mom grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me deeper into her. "Knock me up, Baby. Knock me up!"

We held that position for a while, both of us panting. I felt awesome. I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I had never felt so close to my mom. I loved the feeling of my skin against her, my cock buried deep inside of her, of Mom holding me tightly against her.

"Is that what you wanted, Mom? Is that how you wanted to get pregnant?"

"It was, Bryson. That was everything I had ever wanted." Mom panted a couple of times. "Hopefully, that will take. Or tomorrow night's will take. Or sometime this week will take."

"Hopefully. I want you to have my baby, Mom. I love you."

I leaned down to kiss Mom. She brought her hand up and stopped my descent. "You are not my lover. You are my sperm donor with benefits. Kissing is not one of those benefits." I was disappointed Mom wouldn't let me kiss her. I had felt so close to my mom in that moment, so much in love, but now she was pushing us apart.

I pulled out of Mom. I lay down on my side next to her. I started to reach my hand forward to lovingly stroke her body when Mom said, "Now, go to your bedroom."

My jaw dropped. "I thought we'd sleep together."

"You're far too old to be sleeping with your mother. Now, get out of here." Mom gently shoved me away from her.

I angrily got out of bed and took two angry steps towards the door. Then I stopped. This was Mom, not Allison. Allison would want to cuddle until we fell asleep. Allison was romantic. Mom was not looking for romance. She wanted to be shown love differently.

I turned and said, "Let me tuck you in, Mom."

A pleasantly surprised look came to Mom's face. "That would be lovely."

Mom had had a towel on the bed while we had sex. She had tossed that aside.

I asked, "Would you like a nightshirt?"

"There's one over there." she pointed to a chair in the corner.

By the time I got the nightshirt and turned back around, the corset was gone, and Mom was removing a stocking. "They're silk," she said. "They feel so wonderful to me. Did you like how they felt on you?"

I chuckled lightly and shook my head. "I was focused on other things."

Mom laughed. "I'm glad you were."

"Mind if I ask you something?"

"Go ahead. I may not answer."

"How could you say so much while we were..." I was suddenly bashful about what we had done. "You know."

Mom smiled. "Your father liked me talking dirty during sex. He encouraged me to do it. As a good wife, I strove to do what he wanted. And I came to enjoy it. Did you enjoy it too?"

"Yes I did."

Mom was now wearing a pair of panties. I hadn't seen where they had come from. She took the nightshirt from me and threw it on. We straightened up the bedding and then Mom lay down. I pulled the covers up over her. I kissed her on her forehead and said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

* * * *

The next morning, Mom was doing a weight workout when I came out of my room. "There you are, Sleepyhead. I was beginning to wonder when you'd wake up. Go get breakfast."

Mom was back to being Mom.

She was Mom the rest of the day, acting no differently than she had at the start of the summer. But when she called me into the master bedroom that night, she was Mommy dressed up in a different set of sexy lingerie. She was once again a hot, sexy, demanding MILF who loved dirty talk and the idea of me knocking her up. After I filled her with sperm a second time, she stopped being Mommy. I again tenderly tucked her into bed and gave her a chaste kiss goodnight.

It was the same way the rest of the week. We fucked in so many positions. Mom showed me so many things and taught me so many things. But what made the sex so amazing was Mom's raw, unbridled passion. She absolutely loved sex, she loved being "Mommy", and she loved getting knocked up.

Sunday as I was leaving for Dad's, I gave Mom a quick peck goodbye.

Mom said, "Remember, keep your eyes on the future. If Allison is pregnant, then you've done your job. She has her life to live, and you have yours. And her life is to be the happy wife of your dad. Don't do anything to mess that up. Your baby's future depends on her staying happily married."

"Mom..." I knew Mom was right, but I didn't want to hear a lecture about it right now. On the drive to Dad's, I wanted to reminisce about Allison being my girlfriend. I didn't want to think about her being his wife.

"And you have messed up her life as the happy wife of your dad. One day, your dad decided he wanted to be married to someone besides me. He probably felt that as a successful businessman, he deserved a trophy wife. So he got one. He told Allison a bunch of lies so she'd feel good about breaking up our marriage. She was very much in love with her strong, successful husband. Strong, successful men attract a lot of women." I knew this was true - how many rich old farts had I seen in the news with hot, young wives? "And if things had gone according to his plan, Allison would have never known about those lies. Your dad would have never seen me again and would have only seen you briefly at big events like graduations." This was news to me, but not shocking news. It probably came up during divorce negotiations. "But Allison wanted to be a good stepmom. She wanted to have a relationship with her stepson. More importantly, she wanted your dad to be a good father to you. And because she invited you to live with them every other week, she found out about the lies. And your dad cheating on her. Because of you, she'll never be happy in her marriage again."

This hit me like a sucker punch. I really liked Allison. I wanted her to be happy. And because of me, she wouldn't be.

"You've gotten what you wanted from Allison and me. But you need to take responsibility for those actions. And being responsible means doing what you should do, not what you want to do. So be responsible at your father's house this week, okay?"

A bitter taste came to my mouth. "Okay."

"Promise?" Mom demanded.

I sighed and said resignedly, "Promise."

I thought a lot about what Mom had said as I drove to my dad's house. She was right, but not quite right. It was Dad who had messed up his marriage to Allison with his lies and infidelity. Allison would have found out about them eventually. It was Dad who was the bad guy, not me. It should be Dad who was struggling with his conscience. Did Dad ever struggle with his conscience? Did he regret cheating on Mom? Did he regret dumping her despite her doing everything she could to make him happy?

Not that I could tell. Dad had moved on. Mom wasn't even in his rearview mirror.

But if it wasn't for me, Allison would've had years of a happy marriage until she figured out that Dad was lying and cheating. I had taken that away from her. Hopefully, I had given her the baby she so desperately wanted. Was that a fair trade? It didn't seem like it to me.

I felt like Dad should be punished. But mine and Allison's financial dependence put him beyond being punished. I wasn't truly financially dependent on him; it was more that I didn't want to be a financial burden on Mom, and I wouldn't be if Dad paid for my college. But Allison? She was totally financially dependent on Dad. And now, she possibly had a baby on the way.

I chuckled to myself. I had secretly punished Dad. I had fucked his trophy wife. She had been my girlfriend for a week behind his back. She had practically begged me to knock her up with my "spermies". Dad had totally earned it. Mom had asked if I had enjoyed cuckolding my dad. I hadn't given it much thought. Right now, I was loving that I had.

After enjoying what I had done for a few minutes, I turned to the issue I was about to face. What did I want my relationship with Allison to be now that she was hopefully pregnant with my child? Suddenly, it wasn't only about me anymore. I'd never be able to publicly claim my paternity, but I'd know. I wanted to do what was best for my and Allison's baby. I wanted to do what was best for Allison. I wanted to be responsible. I just didn't know what that was in practical terms.

* * * *

When I walked into the living room at my dad's house, he and Allison stood up. Dad put his arm around Allison and said, "Bryson, I've got some great news to share with you." I tried my best to look like I had no idea what the news was. Dad seemed oddly formal like he was too full of emotion to act normally. "Allison is pregnant."

"Congratulations!" I said as I walked over to Dad and strongly shook his hand. I then gave Allison a big hug. "That's wonderful. I know you're really looking forward to being a mom. I'm so happy for you."

The evening had a weird vibe. Dad was both proud and seemed in a 'what have I gotten myself into' daze. I was hugely happy. I was going to be a father. But I wouldn't have the responsibility of being a father. I wouldn't be around enough to be even a doting big (step) brother.

Allison was both happy and worried. The first time Dad went to the bathroom leaving her and me alone, she said in a fierce whisper, "He's the father. Not a hint otherwise."

I whispered back, "Understood."

She relaxed some after that. I did my best to act like I had at the start of the summer. I knew it was vital for Dad to suspect nothing of the last week I had been there.

The next day, Monday, I was eating breakfast when Allison sat down at the table with me. "Good morning, Bryson," she said with an awkwardness to her voice.

"Good morning, Allison," I said warmly. "Listen - don't worry about me. I'm not going to do anything stupid. I want you and Dad to be happy, and I'm not going to do anything else to screw that up."

Allison looked relieved.

"I've thought a lot about how I want our relationship to be." It was surprising to me how much I had thought about it. "My first thought was that we should act like we did at the start of the summer, but I don't think you want me whining about how you always want me to help clean." Allison gave me a small smile. "So I'll do half the household chores, but otherwise do my best to act like an eighteen-year-old hanging out at his Dad's house for the week."

"I'd appreciate that, Bryson."

Allison's warm reply filled me with happiness. "What did your Mom say when you told her that you were pregnant?"

Allison frowned. "She was happy for me, but not as happy as I had wished. My being pregnant didn't make her forgive me for marrying your father. When I've got some ultrasound baby pics to show her, I'll call her. I don't think she wants to hear from me until then."

This deeply disappointed me. "I'm sorry, Allison."

Allison sighed. "It'll work out." She didn't sound confident that it would.

To change topics, I said, "Let me finish breakfast, and then I'll get after the cleaning." I resumed eating my cereal. "Go have a great workout at the gym."

* * * *

So I was a good stepson that week: "good" in that I treated my stepmom well and "good" in that I didn't do anything inappropriate with my stepmom. Dad made it easier to not do anything inappropriate by not staying anywhere overnight that week. The closest he came to that was not getting home until eleven one night. I did my best to spend my afternoons with friends. At the same time, I didn't avoid Allison or shut her out. Talking with Allison didn't feel the same after a week of being her boyfriend, but I felt like both of us were committed to making our new relationship work.

Thursday night, Allison made steaks with a peppercorn sauce. I had coached her the best I could on how to prepare it based on what I had seen Mom do. They weren't as good as Mom's, but close. Dad praised Allison effusively after dinner. It was the best family evening of the summer.

Dad turned to me and said, "Bryson, let me tell you the key to success in business." Dad had more wine than usual and was slightly drunk. "It's finding a champion, someone who backs you to the hilt."

Allison said, "You'll be his champion."

"No, no, no," Dad said as he slowly turned to face Allison. "I can't be his champion." He waved his glass. "Don't get me wrong. I'll do everything I can to give him a leg up, but I can't be his champion." He turned back to me. "A champion is someone you have to find on your own. When I started the business, it was quite a struggle until I found a champion." Dad looked at Allison. "Jim Rogers at RCL."

"He's in St. Louis?"

Dad nodded and turned back to me. "He believed in me. He fought to give us a big contract. I busted my butt and everyone else's butts to make sure we exceeded expectations for Jim. And we did." Dad nodded his head a few times approvingly. "Since then, Jim has always been my go-to reference. When someone isn't sure that I can deliver, I have them talk to Jim. Jim always convinces them. If Jim ever calls, I drop everything to make sure he's happy. That's the thing with having a champion - it's a two-way street. You always have to make them glad that they're your champion." Dad turned to Allison. "Have I ever told you about the time Jim called me while I was on vacation at Disneyworld?"

As Dad told Allison his boring story, I thought about champions. Dad's first champion had been my mom's dad, who had been so impressed with Dad that he had talked his daughter into going to the company picnic to meet him. And Dad had rewarded that loyalty by knocking up his daughter, keeping her from going to Yale.

* * * *

When I got home Sunday, I told Mom everything I did at Dad's. "Very good, Bryson. You did the right thing."

I did some yard work and then pulled my car into the backyard to wash. Mom didn't come out to help. After I took my shower, I had hoped Mom would be in the master bedroom waiting to take her shower. But she was in the living room.

"I didn't get that dirty today, so I don't need a shower."

Mom stayed in the living room, watching a show about some rich English family. I tried to watch it with her, but I couldn't understand what everyone was talking about. "Tell me what's going on, Mom."

"It's the fourth season. There's too much to tell. You can look it up online."

I watched the show a little longer, decided it sucked, and went to my room.

Around nine, I told Mom, "I'm going to bed."

"Good night. Sweet dreams."

She resumed watching the stupid show. I had the sinking feeling that there'd be no mother-son quality time tonight.

"Mom...are you pregnant?"

Mom paused the show and then gave me an angry look. She said coolly, "If I was, it would be my business and not yours." She resumed the show. "Good night."

* * * *

There was no mother-son quality time that night or any other night. She was back to where she was at the start of the summer.

Sunday as I drove to Dad's, I couldn't help feeling glum. Two weeks of awesome sex followed by nothing. I had expected no sex with Allison, but I was disappointed that Mom had cut me off.
Once again, I asked myself "What the hell did I really want?" Yes, I wanted to fuck Allison and Mom for the rest of the summer. But I couldn't make them want to fuck me the rest of the summer, and I wasn't going to fuck them unless they did.

I felt like each woman had loved their week with me as a lover. Had I misread them? Had all they wanted was a week of sex to get pregnant?

What had I really been expecting? As Mom had pointed out, I was far from being able to be The Man of the House. Other than a hard cock, what did I have to offer them?

I shook my head as I suddenly had the feeling I was being too hard on myself. I offered a lot to Allison. I couldn't replace Dad as the provider, as the person whose success Allison could share in. But I was a good compliment to Dad, providing Allison with the affection she craved. I felt she had wanted the affection more than she had wanted the sex.

Mom, on the other hand, had been all about the sex, and she had loved it. Which is why her cutting me off had been such a surprise. Yes, a mother and son shouldn't have sex. But we had. And we had done so in a way that kept our parent-child relationship intact. Having crossed that line, why not keep crossing the line? It's not like things would return to normal if we stopped having sex.

Then I had a thought - Did Mom want me to seduce Allison? Every time I had gotten more intimate with Allison, Mom had tut-tutted and said it was wrong, but then had rewarded me with sex. Mom had brought up how I must be enjoying cuckolding my dad. Did she enjoy it far more than me? And she wanted me to resume doing it?

In ways that was crazy. But Mom had given me the information I needed to undermine Dad and Allison's happy marriage. Had she given it to me with the hope that I would do that?

I shook it off. I wasn't going to seduce Allison. Too risky. I cared enough about Allison and our baby to not try resuming our affair, as much as I thought we'd both enjoy it.

Would Mom resume Mommy Time if I did resume my affair with Allison? I had a gut feeling she would. Man, that made it so tempting. I'd love to spend the rest of the summer fucking Mom and Allison.

I sighed. What I really wanted was for Mom and Allison to be happy. Which meant no more sex for me for the summer.

* * * *

Sunday night, Dad told me about his week. Not once did he mention Allison's pregnancy. I felt awkward about it after a while.

Monday morning, I came into the kitchen shortly after Dad had left for work. I asked Allison, "How are things going?"

"Good," she said with no warmth in her voice.

"Pregnancy going well?"

"Going great," Allison said with a hint of sarcasm.

I made myself breakfast. I felt like I was facing an emotional minefield. I wanted to have a conversation that Allison would enjoy, but I wasn't sure how to get past the frustrations she was feeling.

I set my food down on the table. Allison was still sitting there, but she didn't say anything. After a few bites, I asked, "I know there are playgroups and such where moms get together. Is there an expecting-mothers group you can join?"

"No." Allison sighed lightly. "I wish. There are two women at the gym who are also pregnant, Kat and Julie. We've talked about forming a playgroup when our kids are old enough to play. But I don't know of any expectant mom's group. Why do you ask?"

"I...I'm very happy that you're pregnant, Allison. But I feel like I'm the only person in your life who is."

Allison looked away from me. "I've talked with two of my older sisters. I thought they'd be excited about my being pregnant. But I had the feeling that Mom had told them to keep their distance from me. I had a short, polite conversation with each of them." She sighed and looked back at me. "So it feels to me that you're the only family member who's very happy I'm pregnant." Allison reached out and squeezed my hand. "But that's okay. This is the path I chose. I knew your dad wasn't very interested in being a father. I think I can convince him to enjoy fatherhood somewhat once the baby arrives. I'll keep reaching out to my family, and I think I can win them all back. And I'll have a great time in a play group with Kat and Julie once our kids are old enough." She let go of my hand. "I'm disappointed with how things have turned out so far, but everything will turn out okay."

"I'm sure it will," I said with no confidence that it would.

Allison told me some more about Kat and Julie as I ate breakfast. When I was done, I stood up and put my dishes in the dishwasher. Allison had walked with me, so she was standing close to me when I straightened up. I couldn't resist - I pulled her into a hug. I meant to do it to show some support. But soon we were both hugging each other fiercely. All the wonderful feelings I had had for Allison during the week I was her boyfriend swelled up inside of me. I cared so much for her.

Allison stepped back from the hug. She looked down in embarrassment. "Everything will turn out okay." She turned and walked away.

* * * *

I wanted Allison and Mom to be happy. Allison was unhappy. There was nothing I could do as Allison's stepson to make her happy. But if I was Allison's boyfriend again, I could make her happy. And then I'd probably resume having sex with Mom, making her happy.

I knew I shouldn't do it. But...but...but. I decided to do it. I decided to show Allison how great it'd be to have me as her boyfriend again. She could say no, and I'd accept that. But I'd do my best to convince her to say yes. And I quickly came up with a plan for how to convince her.

When Allison came back from the gym, I started cleaning in the living room. As I expected, she joined me. As we cleaned, we talked. I guided us around the living room, eventually coming to the couch and the coffee table in front of it. I asked, "What's this?" as I pointed to a book on the coffee table.

"What to Expect When You're Expecting. It's a book about what it's like to be pregnant."

"Really?" I flopped down on the couch and picked it up. I started turning pages. I tried my best to act like I had never seen it before. The reality was that I had spent a lot of the time Allison had been at the gym reading it. "What's special about this book?"

Allison sat down next to me and took the book out of my hands. "It tells you what to expect during each month of your pregnancy in a very straightforward manner." She went to a page where the corner had been turned down. "This is where I am, the second month."

"Let's read it together."

She gave me a disbelieving look. "You can't be serious."

"I'm serious. I'm very interested in your pregnancy. I'm so looking forward to the day I become...a big stepbrother."

Allison arched her eyebrows. I knew I was steering close to forbidden waters. Then she turned back to the book. "The chapters are very long."

"Probably full of a lot of interesting information. Let's read it." Again, Allison gave me a disbelieving look. I added, "And instead of reading this chapter, let's read the chapter about the first month. We can read this tomorrow."

Allison gave me a long look and then turned back in the book to the first page of the prior chapter. She read, "Congratulations, and welcome to your pregnancy!" I had picked that chapter for just that line. "Though you almost certainly don't look pregnant this early on—"

"You don't look pregnant to me."

Allison looked at me. "I won't start showing until after you leave for college." I nodded my head. She resumed reading, "you may be starting to feel it."

"Have you started to feel it?"

"I've had morning sickness. I threw up this morning."

"Yuck. Sorry to hear it."

Allison resumed reading. "Maybe it's just tender breasts or a little fatigue you're experiencing."

"Feeling any fatigue yet?"

"No, not yet."

We slowly read through the chapter like that, Allison reading the text and me asking questions about how it applied to her. Gradually, Allison grew more and more excited as she read. When she got to the drawings of the baby, she squirmed as we discussed it. Allison was wearing a pink T-shirt and white shorts. Very simple, but she looked great in them as always. As we made our way through the chapter, Allison's squirming happened more often. Was she finding the reading sexually exciting? Or was her squirming due to nervous energy from reading something that made her happy? I couldn't tell.

When she finished the chapter, she closed the book and set it on the table. Her skin was flushed. I grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go check out the nursery."

I held Allison's hand as we half-ran up the stairs to the nursery. The room was currently a storage room, with various odds and ends scattered throughout. In one corner was a crib - the crib Allison's older sister had used until her last child had outgrown it.

I led us a few steps into the room. I stepped behind Allison and with my right hand panned the space in front of us. "What color are we going to paint the walls?" My left arm was lightly wrapped around Allison's left side with my hand on the front of her shorts.

"I wasn't going to have them painted until after the reveal party, and then I was going to have them painted light blue or pink."

Allison made no move to slip out of my arm. I said, "No. That won't do. I'm going to paint this nursery. We're going to decorate it together. I want to know what the baby's room will look like before I leave." Our baby's room.

The summer when Mom and I moved into Grandma's house, Mom had me repaint almost the entire house because it had a lot of tobacco stains. I had been very unhappy about it at the time. But having done that, I was confident about tackling painting this one room.

Allison said, "I hadn't—"

Again, I panned the space in front of us with my right hand. "What images do you want on the walls? What do you want the baby to see every day?"

"Winnie the Pooh." Allison said it like she hadn't realized she had wanted that until this moment. "I want the room to be a Winnie the Pooh room."

"So I should paint the walls what color? A light orange?"

"Yes." Allison nodded several times. "A light orange. That would be perfect."

I was certain Dad had never discussed anything about the nursery with Allison. I felt like this discussion was really cutting to her core, that the nursery was something immensely important to her and she hated that her husband had no interest in it. But I did.

I moved closer to Allison, pressing my body against her. I held her more tightly with my arm and slowly turned her so that we were facing the crib. "Is that where the crib will be?"

"Yes."

The crib was a dingy white. "I should repaint it. What color do you want it to be?"

Allison stood there for a few moments; her body pressed firmly against mine. "I don't know. Let me do some research."

"Okay. Let's discuss furniture. What else will be in here?"

"A rocking chair, for when I nurse the baby." Allison pointed to the far corner of the room. "Over there."

I grabbed Allison's hand, pulled her over to where she had pointed, and then turned her to face the rest of the room. "This is where you'll be spending most of your time. Now close your eyes and picture how you think the room should look."

I was hugging Allison lightly now, with my hands right below her tits. I could feel the excitement in her body and hear it in how she breathed. This was what she wanted - someone to share in the joy of her becoming a mom.

"I want pictures of Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, and Eeyore on the walls. Some on every wall."

"I can't paint those. We'll have to get like giant stickers or hire an artist."

Allison continued leaning back into me. "The changing table should be by the door. There should be a dresser, probably over there."

I reached up and cupped Allison's tits while pulling her closer to me. "I never did ask if your breasts have gotten tender." I gave them a gentle squeeze. Allison didn't pull out of my arms. I kissed Allison lightly on the neck. "You're going to be such a great mom. You're such a loving person." I kissed her neck again, this time longer, as I continued to squeeze her tits.

"Bryson..." Allison had said that softly, neither approvingly nor disapprovingly.

I plunged forward by saying, "I haven't said 'hi' to the baby today." I slid my right hand down Allison's front to her shorts. I slipped my hand inside of her shorts and began rubbing her skin in the area between her stomach and crotch. "The baby should be about here, right?"

Again, Allison said nothing and did nothing. My hard cock was pressed between the top of her butt cheeks. She had to know I wanted her again.

I kissed Allison on the left side of her neck this time. I continued to gently squeeze her tit while rubbing her crotch. It was good to feel her body pressed against mine again. "I've missed being your boyfriend. I've missed our long talks, watching Netflix on the couch together with my arm over your shoulders. I miss the kisses, the hugs." I felt like I should do something different with my hands to show that I wasn't primarily interested in sex and that I badly wanted to be her affectionate boyfriend again. I brought my hands to her stomach underneath her shirt and wrapped her up in a bigger hug. "Do you miss being my girlfriend?"

Again, Allison didn't say anything. I held her against me, but not tightly. I slowly nibbled on her neck. I felt like there was nothing more I could do, that I had made my best case. It was a big choice, and I gave her the space to make it.

Allison let out a big breath. "Yes. I miss it."

"Do you miss the kisses?" I kissed Allison on the neck.

"Yes."

"Do you miss the hugs?" I gave Allison a slight squeeze to emphasize that I was hugging her.

"Yes," Allison said in a light tone. She was enjoying this.

"Do you miss us watching Netflix together on the couch with my arm over your shoulders?"

"I've particularly missed that. Watching a show isn't the same without you." Allison spun out of my arms to face me. "Look, being your girlfriend again would be incredibly dangerous. I could lose everything. So you must promise to do exactly what I tell you to do exactly how I tell you, okay?"

"Okay." A warm glorious feeling filled me.

"You're going to do things in a way, so I feel safe about what we do. But you're also going to have to do things to make me very, very happy. If I'm not super enjoying being your girlfriend, then I'll stop because it's so dangerous. So when I tell you to do something, you're going to have to do it happily. No complaining, no back talk. Understood?"

"Understood."

Allison then spun herself back into my arms. "Now, where were we?"

"We were about to kiss."

Allison turned slightly and leaned her head back so I could kiss her. When our lips touched, it was like a spark jumped between us. I leaned into the kiss, savoring the feeling of her lips on mine. The sexual tension between us was now lower and higher; lower because we were no longer fighting our attraction towards each other; higher because we knew we'd be having sex shortly.

We ended the kiss and resumed standing straight up. I said, "I like kissing in the nursery. I feel like this is our room. Dad's not going to come in here. We'll make it a wonderful place for our baby."

Allison turned to face me and said sternly, "The baby. Never say 'our baby'. It could be your father's baby."

"We both know that's very unlikely."

"But it could be. Regardless, we have to always act like it is. If we don't, we could slip up in front of your father." I could see the logic in that, so I nodded. "Also, never say that you love me. You can say I'm great or that I'm wonderful, but only your father can tell me he loves me."

Even though I hadn't considered telling Allison that I loved her, that rule smarted. Did I hope someday to tell her that I loved her? Maybe I did. But it didn't matter now. "I see your point. When we are alone, we are always to use language that would be safe to use in front of Dad, so we don't accidentally say something in front of him that gives us away."

Allison nodded and then stepped up to me while wrapping her arms around my head. "And I too like kissing in the nursery."

We kissed for a long time. I let my hands wander, exploring Allison's marvelous body once again. I loved cupping Allison's firm, athletic ass, lifting her up on her toes as we kissed.

When we stopped, Allison spun herself back into my arms. "It doesn't look much like a nursery yet."

"It doesn't. The first step will be to get everything out of this room. We can leave the crib in the center of the room, but everything else needs to be relocated."

"Okay."

"Then we'll go to Home Depot, pick out the paint, and buy everything else needed to do the painting." I slid my hand into Allison's shorts. I rubbed my fingers in a circle over where I thought the baby was. "Don't worry, Baby. We'll get this room looking like a great home for you in no time."

Allison pressed her back hard against me. I took her reaction as a sign she wanted me to do more so I slipped my hand inside of her panties. I moved us backward until my back was against the wall. I moved my hand downward through Allison's crotch hairs to her pussy lips. I parted them with one finger and slipped it in. "My, my. Someone is wet."

"Bryson..."

I explored Allison's wetness while she leaned against me and panted. It was wonderful to touch her intimately once again. She was my girlfriend again. I had reclaimed her. Or had she let me reclaim her? She hadn't offered any resistance since I suggested we read What to Expect When You're Expecting. Maybe she had wanted to resume being my girlfriend as much as I had wanted her to.

The awkwardness of having to deal with the shorts and panties was getting annoying. I pulled my hand out and said, "Stand up."

Allison stood up straight.

"Now pull down those shorts, nice and slow."

While keeping her back to me, Allison stepped forward a few paces to give me a good view. She grabbed her shorts and slowly pulled them down while wiggling her hips.

"Now slowly take off your shirt."

Allison slowly lifted her shirt, eventually exposing the back of her bra. She kept lifting her shirt up until it finally cleared her head. As she was doing that, I removed my shirt.

"You have such a beautiful back, Allison." I reached out and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. I ran my hands along her shoulders, then over her shoulder blades, and then to her bra clasp. I unclasped her bra. I kissed her shoulders as I slowly pulled the bra off her, eventually tossing it aside.

I moved her forward a few steps and said, "Pull down those panties nice and slow."

Allison brought her hands to her panties and then shook her ass at me. She slowly pulled down the panties, wiggling her butt the whole time. "You have such a great ass, Allison." I wanted to feel it but decided to watch the show she was giving me instead. Finally, Allison stepped out of her panties.

"Come back to me, Allison."

Allison slowly walked backward until her back pressed against me. I brought my right hand to her slit. Allison spread her legs to give me more room and then leaned back against me. I made a circle with my finger around her clit. Allison moaned. I continued circling Allison's clit getting closer and closer.

I said softly to Allison, "Baby, I'm going to make your mommy come." I moved to Allison's clit. "I'm going to make her come right here in your room." Allison was moaning and quaking. I worked the side of her clit that made her come. "I'm going to make your mommy very, very happy." Allison started jerking. "Mommy's coming, Baby. She's coming right here in your room." Allison thrashed against my hand. I put my other arm under her tits to help hold her up as she jerked and thrashed. Finally, she stopped and collapsed forward. I held her up gently as I softly kissed on her shoulders.
Finally, Allison said, "That was incredible."

"I enjoyed doing it."

I looked around and spotted the crib with one side down. "Let's stay here in the nursery."

I walked Allison over to the crib. "Lay down there."

Allison bent forward from her waist, grabbing the far bars of the crib. The top of the side that was down was below the level of the mattress. Her butt was above the level of the mattress. I grabbed my cock and slid it up and down Allison's slit. I would have to bend my knees slightly to fuck her. Probably not the most comfortable of positions, but I wanted her in the nursery, in the crib.

I put the head of my cock inside of Allison. She hissed. I slowly push forward. It was great to be inside of her again, to feel the warmth and slickness of her pussy. Allison moaned. I pulled back and then took a deeper stroke. Allison moaned again. I pulled back, grabbed Allison's hips, and then pushed all the way forward, ramming my cock fully inside of her. Allison made a loud, "Ah!"

I began fucking Allison hard, urgently. I gripped her hips firmly and pulled her hard towards me each stroke. Every time I thrust hard into her, Allison made a loud, "Ah!"

Yeah, not the most comfortable position for me to fuck in. Probably the same for Allison. But I loved the symbolism. Allison was Dad's wife and would be forever. He'd pay to raise my and Allison's child. But Allison was my Baby Mama. That would link us forever in a very different way than the link between Allison and Dad. Not better, not worse. Different.

Every time I slammed into Allison, a little wave would form under her skin and slowly make its way up her back, her muscles and what little fat she had moving upwards and then back down as the wave moved past. The crib squeaked horribly each time I banged Allison.

Allison suddenly raised her head. She straightened her arms and arched her back, greatly changing the angle that I was fucking her at. Once she had her weight supported on her arms, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head even further back, making her move to an even better angle for me. I started ramming her even harder. This was not our usual gentle, tender fuck. But Allison seemed fine with it. In fact, her "Ah! Ah! Ah!" was louder than ever.

Allison pulled her head forward. I let go of her hair. She collapsed back down on the crib, making the crib springs squeak loudly. I grabbed her again by the hips and resumed pulling her back hard onto my cock.

Allison's steady "Ah! Ah! Ah!" were driving me closer to coming. I grabbed Allison's hair once more. She sprang upward, straightening her arms and arching her back. I reached around her, grabbing both of her tits. I gave them a hard squeeze, and then I pinched her nipples firmly between my fingers. I was claiming her in this fuck. All of her, including her marvelous tits.

I couldn't keep up the rhythm in that position, so I released Allison's tits. She flopped back down on the crib. I grabbed her hips and resumed fucking her enthusiastically. I could feel myself getting close.

"Baby, I'm about to come in your mommy. I'm about to give her a big load just like the one that made you."

With that, I slammed into Allison and began coming in her. Massive spurt after spurt. After two weeks of not fucking, I had a huge load built up. And Allison took all of it.

We held that position for a bit, and then Allison twisted so we could kiss. We kissed for a few moments, and then Allison lay back down. She asked, "You liked talking to the baby?"

"I loved talking to the baby. You're my Baby Mama, Allison. And you will be forever."

* * * *

That night at dinner, Allison told Dad her plans for the nursery. "What do you think?"

"Do whatever you want. I'll be fine with it."

"Do you want to go to Home Depot with me now to look for paint?"

"Nah. You go tomorrow. I'm not interested in looking at paint."

Allison turned towards me. "Bryson, would you please go with me tomorrow to Home Depot after I get back from the gym? I'll buy you lunch at wherever you want."

"Sure."

The next day, we went to Home Depot. Allison picked the colors. She wanted three walls to be a light orange and one wall a light green. When we got home, Allison was ready to go. We didn't make it to my bed, instead fucking on the couch. After yesterday's hard fuck, I was purposefully gentle this time. When we were done, Allison said, "When I'm really in the mood, I think I like it rougher. I liked it when you pulled my hair yesterday and when you treated my tits rough. But not too rough, okay?"

"Okay."

That night, Allison asked Dad if he wanted to go shopping for nursery furniture. Again he declined. And again, the next day I fucked the shit out of Allison after doing what Dad declined to do. It became a running joke between Allison and me. Friday at dinner, we almost cracked up when Dad thanked me for "doing all this boring shopping for the nursery. I don't see how you can stand to do it."

And it turned out that Allison liked it a lot rougher when she got really wound up. Yanking her hair, twisting her nipples, spanking her ass - the pain intensified the pleasure once her passion passed a certain point.

* * * *

Sunday when I got home, I once again told Mom everything I had done at Dad's house for the week. As expected, Mom was properly horrified by what I had done. "How could you, Bryson?"

Mom took a shower that evening and then called me into the master bedroom. I was not surprised to see her dressed in sexy lingerie. In no time, we were rolling around on the bed. It was half fuck, half wrestling match. Mom wanted it in every position and from every angle. She easily coaxed three loads out of me.

Wednesday, Grandma died. We both forgot about sex and instead consoled each other. Even though we knew her death was going to happen soon, it was still a blow. Mom arranged for the funeral to be Saturday. Family started arriving at our house. It was great to see family, but I wished I had seen them for other reasons. I kept hoping Mom would announce that she was pregnant to her cousins, aunts, and uncles, but she never did. It would have been nice to have a little happiness in an otherwise very sad time. The funeral seemed like a good funeral if there's such a thing. When the minister talked about Grandma's life and what a loving person she was, everyone I could see was crying. And then we lowered her coffin into the ground next to Grandpa. Forever together here on earth and up in heaven.

The family left Sunday, and then I helped Mom get the house back in order. I was tempted to ask Mom if we could sleep together, not for sex but for comfort. But Mom went to bed suddenly, and I missed the opportunity to ask.

I went to Dad's Monday morning, and Allison and I picked up where we left off. Allison didn't do a thing in the nursery while I was gone, which I was happy about.

And that was how my summer went. Allison and I spent a lot of time in the nursery. It was "our room". We were very slow decorators. We'd work in the nursery for a while, and then Allison would attack me.

We christened all of the furniture - I fucked Allison as she was bent over the changing table, I fucked her as she held on to the top of the dresser, I fucked her in multiple positions on the nursing chair, and I fucked her in multiple positions on a small couch she bought. We normally fucked on two or three pieces of furniture whenever we fucked in the nursery. We wound up painting the crib three times and fucking on it many, many times. But we also spent a lot of time on the couch in the nursery talking with my arm over Allison's shoulders. We felt safe in the nursery as Dad never went there. He wouldn't even go up the stairs towards it. And we always had an excuse for being in the nursery if he were to come home unexpectedly.

At Mom's, things changed little from the start of the summer. I still didn't know if she was pregnant. Asking if she wanted help with the nursery was pointless. I spent the day with my friends having fun, but I always made sure to get home in plenty of time for "Mommy Time".

And then it was the end of the summer. Crazy as it sounds, Dad and Allison's marriage improved over the course of the summer. Allison gave up on trying to change Dad. He was who he was, someone who loved being a successful businessman first and Allison second. Allison steadily improved her cooking skills and the rest of the domestic skills that Dad expected of her. Dad praised her to me often during my last week with them.

Through a stroke of luck, Dad was out of town on the last Thursday I stayed at his house. That night, Allison and I spent a lot of time kissing and cuddling in my bed and then did a long, leisurely, gentle lovemaking session. When we were done, Allison put her head on my shoulder, and we cuddled. We knew this was our last time together. I was tremendously tempted to tell Allison that I loved her, but I refused to break the rule she had laid down for me.

Instead, I said, "I'm going to miss you, Allison. There's always going to be a big place in my heart for you." I could feel tears running down my cheeks. "I've never asked you to come away with me. I've thought about asking you a million times." My shoulder was getting wet from Allison's tears. "But I could never think of a way to make it work. If I were to get a job instead of going to college, the only jobs I could get would pay close to minimum wage. That wouldn't be enough to support me, let alone the two of us and our baby." I had considered asking Mom if Allison could live with me in her house, but Mom still referred to Allison as That Bitch and had made it very, very clear that she expected me to go to college. "All the want in the world means nothing if you don't have the money to make it happen."

Allison quietly sobbed. I held her and cried too. Long ago, I had thought that Brittney had broken my heart. The pain of Brittney dumping me was tiny compared to this.

* * * *

When Dad got home late Friday, Allison told him, "The baby is acting up. I'm going to lie down for a while."

Once it was Dad and me, I said, "I need to do a lot of packing still. Would you mind if I leave early tomorrow?"

"No, Bryson. Not at all. It's been great having you here this summer. When Allison first suggested it, I thought she was crazy. But it's been great getting to spend a lot of time with you. And I greatly appreciate all the help you've given Allison, particularly with the nursery. She's very, very happy with the nursery. Next summer, you'll be working for me full-time. I'll give you a real education." Dad grinned. Mr. Successful looking forward to sharing the secrets of his success. "You can stay here if you want, but I recommended getting an apartment." He winked and nudged me. "No one wants to bring a girl back to his parents' house."

"True, Dad." I had enough of my father. "If you don't mind, I'll go pack."

"Sure thing. See you in the morning before you leave."

* * * *

Five days later, I smelled bacon as soon as I left my room. When I got to the dining room, there was a big pile of bacon already on a plate at my place at our table.

"Good morning!" Mom said as I sat down. "Great timing."

"Good morning to you too." I picked up a piece of bacon. "A hot breakfast?"

"And juice."

The layout in Grandma's house (now my mom's house) was that the kitchen was a U with an island in the middle. The arm of the U closest to me was high relative to the dining table and the side of the arm closest to me was a bar with bar stools that Mom and I normally ate at. I couldn't see Mom cooking from where I sat.

I was chomping bacon when Mom came to the table holding a glass of orange juice in front of her. She was wearing a red and white checked apron that came down to her knees.

Mom bent far forward as she put the glass on the table in front of me. As she did, she gave me a good look down her apron at her bare tits. I sucked in my breath in surprise.

Mom stood up with a twinkle in her eye. "I know. When was the last time I made you a hot breakfast? I decided to spoil you on your last morning at home."

Mom turned and returned to the kitchen. When she did, I could tell she was only wearing a red thong under the apron. Mom swished her ass back and forth as she walked away from me in red high heels.

I was stunned. Other than the time Mom had helped me wash my car, she had done nothing remotely provocative outside of a bedroom. The rules had been very clear - no funny stuff around the house. If I looked at her too long, that brought a sharp reprimand. But now she was sashaying her almost-bare ass naked in front of me.

The other thing that surprised me was how fine Mom's ass looked. I had seen her ass lots of times. Felt it, kissed it, and had even fucked it. But I'd never gotten a good look at it from a decent distance.

I heard clop, clop, clop as Mom came out of the kitchen, holding a glass of water. This time, I admired her big tits bouncing around inside of the apron. Mom gave me a shit-eating grin as she walked towards me. Again, she bent far forward as she set the glass on the table. Once she stood up, she asked, "Eggs and toast to go with the bacon?"

"Sounds great."

"Wonderful." Mom turned and took a few steps towards the kitchen and then stopped. She twisted to look back at me without turning around. "I aim to serve up all your favorites today."

Wow! What a loaded statement that was.

I ate bacon and sipped orange juice as I watched Mom cook. I could see her head and her shoulders. How much of her bust I could see depended on what she was doing. All that skin showing was hot. I never caught Mom's eye - I think she was avoiding looking at me. I just sat in my chair and admired my beautiful, sexy mother. I couldn't think of any other time when Mom had cooked while I sat at the dining table.

Mom came out of the kitchen with a frying pan. She came over to the table, tilted the frying pan, and pushed scrambled eggs onto my plate. She stood up and asked, "How do they look?"

"Perfect, Mom. Just as I like them."

"Good. I'll go get the toast."

Mom walked away, giving me another long look at her fine ass. I was in no hurry to eat. I was enjoying being catered to and, of course, the show.

Mom came back with two English muffins on a small plate. She set the plate on the far side of my other plate, giving me a great side view of her tits as they dangled down. When Mom stood up, she asked, "How do they look?"

Did she mean the English muffins or her tits? Or both?

"They look great, Mom. I can't wait to pop one in my mouth."

Mom gave me a big smile. "Wonderful. I want you to enjoy them." She looked over at my juice glass. "Let me get you some more juice."

Mom turned and walked towards the kitchen. I asked, "Are you going to join me for breakfast?"

"Oh no. I ate already."

Mom went to the refrigerator and returned with a pitcher of orange juice. She bent way over to pick up my glass, filled it, and bent way over to set it back down. Then she retreated to the kitchen and watched me eat from there.

When I finished one English muffin and moved the second one to my main plate, Mom came out to get the small plate the muffins were on. As she walked, I moved the small plate further to my left so Mom would have to reach even further for it. When Mom got to the table, she rolled her eyes at me before bending way over the table to reach the small plate. I took the opportunity to squeeze her ass with my right hand. When Mom stood up, she gave me a disapproving look that had no conviction to it. "You're such a bad boy."

"I am. And mothers love their bad boys."

Mom smiled. She ruffled my hair and said, "They do." Mom returned to the kitchen.

I ate slowly, enjoying good home cooking for the last time until Thanksgiving. My college was five hours away; close enough that I could drive home for a holiday or an emergency, far enough that I wouldn't drive home for a weekend. Mom had encouraged me to pick a school that distance away.

Finally, I ate the last piece of bacon, and my plate was empty. I started to stand up to take the dishes to the sink, but Mom said, "Sit down. I'll clear the table." Mom came over and grabbed my plate and my water glass. "Finish your juice." Mom set the dishes next to the sink as I slowly sipped my orange juice. When she came back, I handed her the empty glass. Mom walked back into the kitchen and turned on the water.

Mom normally put the dishes straight into the dishwasher unless they had a lot of food on them, in which case she'd rinse them quickly before sticking them in. I soon realized that Mom was taking her time rinsing the few dishes from breakfast. I eventually got up and walked over to behind Mom. I reached around her, slid my hands under her apron, brought them up to her big boobs, and squeezed as I kissed the back of her neck.

Mom stopped rinsing the dishes. She stood there, slightly bent over the sink as I continued enjoying her tits. After a few moments, she asked in a slightly amused tone, "What are you doing?"

"Turning on the dishwasher."

Mom laughed and then she pushed her ass backward until she made contact with my cock. "Keep it up. You're doing a good job."

I continued squeezing Mom's big tits and playing with her nipples as I ground my cock into her ass. For the first time, I had no idea what Mom would let me do. It felt odd. I committed to myself that whatever she'd let me do, I'd do.

I thought about taking the apron off Mom, but it was hot making out with her while it was on. But the thong needed to go. Everything I wanted to do with her involved no thong.

I let go of Mom's tits. I took a half-step back and grabbed her thong. I slowly pulled it down. As I did, Mom swung her butt from side to side. She said in the same slightly amused tone, "What are you doing, Bryson?"

I knelt as I pulled Mom's thong down. They were down to her feet now. Mom stepped out of it.

I said, "I thought I'd have a little dessert." I kissed Mom's firm, ripe ass. I squeezed one cheek as I kissed the other. Mom leaned on her arms in front of the sink, letting me do what I wanted.

After a dozen kisses, I stood back up. I untied the back of her apron and then moved my hands under her apron to once again cup her big tits while I pressed my hard cock into the crack of her ass. I said, "Now, where were we?"

"Where were we indeed."

I kissed along Mom's shoulders as we resumed our other activities. This was so hot. I wanted Mom again. Yes, we had fucked and fucked last night, but she was so damn sexy that I had to have her again. "Now for something more flavorful for dessert."

I spun Mom around, so she was facing me in front of the counter. I lifted her up and set her on the counter. I lifted her right leg and set her right foot on the counter close to the wall. Mom turned as I did so she was facing down the counter. She grabbed the edge of the counter with her left hand and leaned back. I pushed her left foot off the counter, spreading her legs wide. I bent forward and brought my mouth to her pussy. No resistance from Mom, only cooperation. I flipped up the apron to expose her pussy, and then I parted her pussy lips with my tongue, getting a taste of her nectar. I had grown over the summer to love her taste. Mom let out a deep "Ah". I took a long lick of her pussy. Mom was about as wet as she ever got. She let out two more Ah's. As I licked, I moved my right arm along the counter. I slipped it under her leg, providing it a little support. Once my arm was fully extended, I got down to the job of eating Mom out.

Mom ran the fingers of her right hand through my hair. "I told you I was going to serve you all your favorites. Isn't this one of your favorites?"

I stopped licking to say, "It is Mom. This is my favorite dessert."
Mom moved her right hand back to support herself as she pushed her pussy into my face. I knew what she wanted now. She had taught me exactly how she wanted her pussy eaten. I hit all the right spots in exactly the right order. At one point, I couldn't resist getting yet one more feel of her tits, sliding my right hand up under the apron for a big squeeze. As much as I loved squeezing Mom's tits, I couldn't hold the position and pulled my hand back down.

For once, Mom didn't talk dirty. All she said was "Ah" as I licked and sucked. She wasn't Mommy this time; she was herself. We weren't role-playing this time; this was for real.

I kept doing all I could to please Mom. She lay there and took it for a while, but eventually brought her right hand back to my head. She ran her hand over and around my head, sometimes guiding me but mostly showing her desire. I slipped one finger inside of her pussy. Her hand moved more quickly. I slowly worked my finger in and out of her. Mom lay further back, so she was leaning on her elbows. A glance revealed that her eyes were closed. She looked so hot in that apron - so domestic and yet so sexual.

I switched to sliding two fingers into and out of Mom's pussy as I focused my tongue on Mom's clit. I knew she was close now. Only a few more moments...

I saw Mom throw her head back, and I knew she was coming. Mom continued saying Ah's, but they were longer and more spaced out. I slowed my fingers but kept up the licks with my tongue. I pushed her as far into the clouds as I could.

And then Mom suddenly grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head away from her pussy. She said, "I think that's enough dessert for now." She sat up on the counter and caught her breath before hopping off the counter. "Is there another favorite you want before you leave for college?"

"There is."

"Well, sit back down in your chair, and I'll serve it to you."

Mom and I walked to the dining table. As we did, I grabbed the apron and pulled it off her. She turned my chair around so that it faced away from the table. She motioned for me to sit down so I did, sliding my butt to the edge of the seat. Mom straddled my lap while facing me. She guided my cock to her pussy and then inside of her. She slowly dropped herself down on me, impaling herself on my cock. My hands went immediately to cup her firm ass.

Mom said, "Is this the favorite you wanted me to serve you?"

"It is. Actually, it's two of my favorites." I leaned forward and took one of Mom's nipples into my mouth. Mom wrapped her hands around my neck and leaned back to give me better access to her tits.

I sucked and licked and kissed Mom's tits like I'd never get to see them again. Which I probably never would. I had the feeling that the sex in the kitchen was Mom's way of saying it was over between us, that we'd never be lovers again. She hadn't wanted to do that as Mommy. She had wanted to do that as Mom. And she had waited for the very last moment to do it.

When I had my fill of Mom's tits, I resumed leaning as far back in the chair as I could. I firmly grabbed ass and asked her, "Are you ready?"

Mom smiled and said, "Yes."

I lifted Mom up and then let her drop back down. I did it again. After one more time, I said, "This isn't working for me." It was uncomfortable. Also, as Mom's legs weren't touching the ground, she couldn't fuck me.

"Okay."

I stood up with Mom impaled on my cock. She had her arms wrapped around her neck to help hold her up. I turned and slowly let her down on top of the now empty table. "Let's try here."

Mom slowly lowered herself until she lay flat on her back while raising her legs. She moved her legs around for a few seconds, trying to find a comfortable position. She eventually put her feet on my shoulders. "I'm game."

I pulled back and pushed forward. This felt much better. Fortunately, the table was low enough that I could get a good angle. As I slowly fucked Mom, she grabbed the edge of the table with both hands. The next thrust, she pulled herself forward to meet me. Fucking her felt so great.

We soon developed a good rhythm. Mom was saying "Ah! Ah! Ah!" as I pounded her the best I could. It wasn't as good as fucking Mom in bed, but the novelty of it made it very enjoyable. Every time I thrust into Mom, the table would squeak and move a bit forward. As we fucked, the table kept moving and I had to take a step occasionally to keep up with it. Finally, it was right up against the wall so it couldn't move anymore. It did keep squeaking.

"Every time you use this table, Mom, you'll remember me fucking you on it."

"I will. And I'll be very happy."

I wrapped my hands around the front of Mom's hips to give me more leverage. I slammed into her over and over, each time making Mom's big tits bounce. Mom was such a great fuck. I knew I'd never find a better fuck.

Mom's feet started sliding down, so I reached up, grabbed them, and positioned them back on my shoulders. I missed Mom talking dirty to me. I decided to talk dirty to her. "When we're at college, everyone is going to think you're such a prim and proper mom. And you're going to have my cum inside you. Your son's cum. The whole time we're walking around campus together. And no one will ever suspect."

Mom raised her head to look at me. "No one will suspect." Mom lay back down.

I continued banging Mom. I couldn't think of anything more to say, so I focused on fucking Mom's perfect pussy. It felt so good fucking her like we were made to be lovers. Her pussy was the right fit for my cock, providing the right amount of resistance as I plowed into her each time.

Mom raised her head again to look at me. "You know what else no one will suspect today as we are walking around together?"

"What?"

"That I'm carrying your baby." Mom lay back down. "A boy. He looks perfect in the sonograms."

Something else she waited until the very last moment to do. I wasn't surprised. The baby was Mom's. She hadn't wanted me to spend any time thinking about how I was its father. "I'm glad to hear, Mom. Did I succeed on the first try?"

"You did. I'm coming to the end of my third month." Mom panted a few times. "I'll start telling people I'm pregnant then. The risk of miscarriage drops greatly after three months." Mom panted some more as I continued fucking her. Knowing Mom was pregnant made this fuck even more special. Mom was now my Baby Mama. She may not want to acknowledge that link between us, but I knew it was there now. And it made fucking Mom even sweeter.

I was getting close now. I picked up the pace, making the table slam harder against the wall. Mom's feet slipped off my shoulders. Mom spread her legs wide, holding them up in the air. I bent forward some more, thrusting faster and faster. My pleasure steadily rose. Mom could tell I was close and started meeting my thrusts harder despite her poor leverage.

And then my pleasure hit its peak. I was coming. I could feel the sperm flowing out of my balls. I pushed deeply into Mom, grabbing her legs to support them as I came into her. The pleasure, as always, was so wonderful. I loved fucking this woman.

Mom lifted herself up. I knew she wanted to get off the table. I helped her up while keeping her impaled on me. Once she was up, I lifted her off the table and then sat back down in the chair with Mom straddling my lap.

"There's one last thing I wanted to tell you, Bryson," Mom said with her forearms leaning on my chest and her hands a little behind my head. "Listen carefully, because I will only say this once. I think Allison has been good for you. I've tried to raise you to be a good young man. She's taught you how to be a responsible gentleman who knows how to treat people right. She turned my disapproval into approval. I'm glad you've been with her this summer."

Mom kissed me. Firmly, squarely on my lips. The first time we had kissed as lovers. She soon slipped her tongue into my mouth. I squeezed her marvelous ass as our tongues dueled. I had never loved Mom as much as in that moment. I loved her as a mom and as an incredible lover. I wished this moment would last forever.

When Mom broke the kiss, she said, "I love you, Bryson, with all of my heart. I'm so proud to be having your baby. But I'm your mother, and we can never do this again."

With that, Mom hopped off me. She grabbed the apron and brought it to her crotch. She said, "I'm going to take a shower. We leave as soon as I'm dressed."

* * * *

After two hours of driving, we stopped at a truck stop for a bathroom break. We got snacks and returned to our cars. Mom indicated I should get into her car. Once I closed the door, she said, "One last discussion about this summer. Don't think next summer you can do what you did this summer with either Allison or me. Allison won't want you to get her pregnant next summer as the recommendation is that a woman wait at least a year after she has a baby to start trying again. She knows what will happen if she gives you an inch, and I do too. Your affairs with older women are over. Focus on girls your age."

"Okay, Mom. Eyes on the future."

She nodded. "Eyes on the future."

* * * *

Jumping through all the hoops at college was bewildering and frustrating. But Mom's planning and preparation made things easier. My roommate hadn't arrived by the time I had everything put away in my dorm room.

"Time for me to go," Mom said. She moved to me. I wrapped her in my arms and hugged her hard. Tears started flowing down my cheeks. At the start of the summer, I couldn't wait to move into the dorms. Now, I was very depressed that I was here.

Mom pulled back from the hug. Tears were also running down her face. "Have a great time in college, Bryson. Find a wonderful girl that you can be a great boyfriend to."

I swallowed. My throat felt so tiny that I was barely able to. "Eyes on the future."

"Eyes on the future."

"I'll walk you to your car."

"No. Stay here." Mom put her purse strap over her shoulder. "This is where you belong. This is where your future is. It's not with me."

With that, Mom walked out the door.

I stood there and cried for a while. And then I had a thought. Yes, next summer neither Mom nor Allison will want me to get them pregnant. Both will have their defenses up. They both will have a baby to tend to. But the summer after that? Allison will want to get pregnant again. Dad will once again be uninterested and unable to do his husbandly duty. And Allison will know who can discreetly get her pregnant. Hopefully, I can run back this summer with Allison two summers from now. And Mom - can I get her jealous that Allison is having another baby? Hopefully, she'll have dropped her defenses, and I can get her to compete with Allison again.

Eyes on the future, Bryson. Eyes on the future.

* * * *

Epilogue - Four Years Later: A Thursday At The Start Of The Summer
I was letting Allison sleep in, feeding our fifteen-month-old daughter Harper, and supervising our son Mason's breakfast. Dad was in St. Louis. With two little ones at home, he traveled more now than when he first married Allison. I was living with Allison and Dad until I saved enough to get my own apartment. I refused to let Dad lend me the money. I was working for Dad full-time now that I had graduated from college. Sadly, I'd far too soon have enough to get my own apartment, and then it'd be much tougher to be with Allison and my kids.

Allison and I had been taking advantage of Dad traveling to try for baby number three. We had woken up early that morning so I could fill her with my potent "spermies". She had gone back to sleep, and I had gotten up to take care of our kids. That morning had really been for fun as she had probably ovulated the prior weekend.

The Ring display lit up to show me two people approaching the front porch. One was a female police officer, and the other was a black man in a suit. What were they doing here? I could feel my heart start beating faster. "Allison!" I cried as I got up from the table. "Get up! And get dressed! You've got company!"

The doorbell rang. I walked to the door and opened it. "Can I help you?"

The police officer said, "We'd like to speak to Mrs. Heller."

"That's my stepmom. She'll be out in a second. Would you like to come in?"

"Yes please."

The two stepped in and stopped. I didn't know what to do. "I need to get back to the kids. They're having breakfast in the kitchen. Please stay here, and Mrs. Heller will come talk to you."

I rushed back into the kitchen. Harper had the spoon and was banging it on her highchair. Mason asked, "Who is that?"

"People to see Momma." Were they here to arrest her for having sex with her stepson? Our biggest fear was that Dad would find out about us and sic the police on us. Allison would lose our kids and go to jail. Her life would be ruined.

I resumed feeding Harper. "Eat up, Mason. I need to leave for work soon, and I'd like for you to have finished your breakfast before I go."

"Okay, Big Brother." Mason loved calling me 'Big Brother' as none of his friends had a brother anywhere close to as big as I was. We always told Mason that I was his brother as we didn't want to explain the difference between a brother and a half-brother.

After a few minutes, Allison called out, "Bryson! Could you come here, please? Have the kids stay there."

I said to Mason, "Keep an eye on your sister. I'll be right back."

I went over to Allison. She had turned white as a sheet. The two strangers introduced themselves as Officer Hernandez and Pastor Stewart.

Allison said to me with wide eyes, "Your father was murdered last night. Shot to death in his hotel room."

"Oh my God!" I turned to the officer. "Are you sure? My dad? No one would want to kill my dad. Was it a robbery?" I brought my hands to my face. "Oh my God! I can't believe this."

I turned towards Allison. Tears were running down her face. She said, "I can't believe this either! I can't..." She started crying. I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.

"This is the worst part of my job," said Officer Hernandez. "It's never easy to tell anyone that a loved one has died, but it's particularly hard to tell a young mother. It's departmental policy that we take a chaplain or a local minister with us on this type of call." She turned towards Pastor Stewart. "Thanks for doing this."

"It's a pastor's job to do his best to lessen the misery in this world. I'm glad she has a family member here to comfort her." Pastor Stewart turned towards Allison. "May I pray for you?"

"Please."

Pastor Stewart held a hand up in front of Allison and started praying. I put a hand on her shoulder. Allison wept. Grandma's death had been bad, but we had known it was coming. The shock of Dad's death hit far harder, leaving me disoriented and full of woe. Allison had to feel far worse.

When the prayer was over, Pastor Stewart asked, "Do you have any friends or family you could have come over to provide moral support? Officer Hernandez and I are going to stay here to provide support until you're ready for us to leave. But friends or family will provide much more support than we can."

"I'll call some friends from my son's playgroup," said Allison. She patted her pockets for her phone. "I must have left my phone in my bedroom."

"Go get it," said Pastor Stewart. He had a soothing, comforting voice. "We'll wait here."

Allison left for her bedroom. I said, "I need to get back to the kids. I won't tell them anything yet."

I ran back into the kitchen. Mason had been peeping from the doorway and got back into his chair before I got to the table. "Why did they make Momma cry?"

"They told her a good friend of hers is going away for a long time, and that made her very sad."

"Okay."

"Have you eaten any of your cereal?"

* * * *

Kat and Julie from the playgroup arrived and took charge of the kids. I told Allison, "I'll go to work and deliver the news that Dad is dead. I won't say anything more until we find out the full details. And then I'll come right back."

When I got back, Officer Hernandez and Pastor Stewart were still there. Allison said they could go. Once they left, Allison told me, "I need to go to St. Louis. Identify the body, provide any information I can to the investigation, and arrange for the body to be sent back here."

"When are you going to go?"

"Tonight."

"Do you think you can handle it so soon?"

"I do. I don't think he'll really be dead to me until I see his dead body. I still can't believe it. It'll be safe for me to go there. The man who killed your dad committed suicide after your dad died."

"Okay. Go then. Don't worry about me and the kids. I can hold down the fort." I thought of something. "Would you mind if I called my mom and asked for her to stay with us? She could provide a lot of help." I motioned towards Kat and Julie. "I don't feel like asking them to stay here full-time."

"If you think your mom would be willing to help, I'm all for it."

I nodded. "I'm sure she'll help. I'll buy the plane tickets for you. You go pack."

* * * *

Friday night, Allison returned. I hugged her as soon as she stepped into the house. Mason ran to her. "Momma! Momma! Momma!" He hugged her and then held out a Duplo car. "I have a car!"

Mom's eldest child, Cooper, ran over to Allison. It was one of his cars that Mason was holding. He too had a Duplos car, which he proudly showed her. "I have a car too!"

Mason put his arm around Cooper and said to Allison, "We're brothers." Then the two boys dashed out of the kitchen, racing their cars while going "Vroom! Vroom!"

By this time, Mom had entered the kitchen. She called after the boys. "Don't run over your sisters!" She turned to Allison, smiling and shaking her head. "I've been saying don't do this to your sisters, don't do that to your sisters." Mom's youngest Hadley was also fifteen months old. "The boys decided that if Harper and Hadley were sisters, then they must be brothers." Allison chuckled. "And I told your kids to call me 'Mom'. It was simplest to have your kids call me what my kids call me. It's been wild watching four little ones."

Allison smiled and hugged Mom. "And exhausting too, I'm sure." She turned to me and asked anxiously, "Has Mason asked about his dad?"

I shook my head. "I think he assumes that he's still on a business trip."

Allison sighed. "Okay. I'll have to tell him sometime. But not today." She turned back to Mom. "Thanks so much for helping out."

"I enjoyed it. I like your kids, and I enjoyed spending time with Bryson. I've been thinking about moving back here now that Bryson is living here permanently. If I did, I'd love to spend time with you and your kids. And you're going to need help dealing with the estate. I was surprised at how much work it was when my mom died."

"I can't believe that." Allison shook your head. "I broke up your marriage. How can you forgive me for that?"

Mom patted her on the shoulder. "The best thing to do is to let the anger go. I forgave you long ago."

I grabbed Allison's bags and said to her, "Let's go into the bedroom and talk."

Once we were in the master bedroom, I dumped the bags onto the bed and said, "I love you, Allison. I can finally say it!"

Allison came to me. I wrapped her in my arms. She put her head on my chest. "Your dad being murdered is horrible. He didn't deserve to die. He's been a good husband and father. And yet..."

"It clears the way for us to be a couple."

Allison nodded her head while it was pressed against my chest. "I know I should feel sad, but I feel happy." She straightened and looked at me. "I love you so much, Bryson."

We kissed. It was a long kiss, full of relief. The years of fear of being caught were over.

When we separated, I took Allison's hands as I looked into her beautiful face. "We can get married. Not anytime soon. We need to wait long enough that people don't suspect we were lovers while Dad was alive. But we can."
"Can we?" Allison asked like it was too much to hope for.

"I looked it up last night. In some states, stepparents can't marry their stepchildren after their marriage ends. We live in a state where they can."

"Oh my God! Oh my God! That's wonderful!"

Allison threw herself at me. I lifted her up six inches and spun her in a half circle before setting her down. We kissed again. My excitement was dampened by thinking about what I was going to do next.

"Sit down, Allison. There's something I need to tell you." We both sat down on the bed. I took her hand. "I want Mom to come live with us. I want to convert the pool house into a small apartment and have her live there. The kids would live in our house, Cooper with Mason and the girls in the nursery."

Allison's forehead wrinkled. "Your mom seemed nice, but I don't want her living with us. I don't want anyone to know about us for at least two years. If she's living with us, she can't help but find out about us."

How to tell Allison? Any way was going to be quite a shock. "The reason I want Mom to live with us is she wants to see her grandchildren, and I want to see all four of my children every day."

Allison looked confused for a moment. "All four..." Her eyes went wide. "Bryson? Your mom? You had sex with your mom? You got her pregnant? Twice?" From my face, she could tell it was true. "How could you, Bryson? With your mom!"

I raised my hands in a what-can-I-say gesture. "How could I with my stepmom?" I dropped my hands. "Let me tell you the full story. You play a very important part."

* * * *

Almost an hour later, I finished. "So Mom has known everything all along. And she wants me to marry you. We haven't had sex in almost two years. She was so angry after I seduced her two summers ago. She said she'd never let it happen again."

"But not angry enough to stop having sex with you."

I shrugged. "She was angry at herself more than me. When Hadley was born, she had her tubes tied so I couldn't tempt her again into keeping up with you."

Allison smiled. "Speaking of that, I'm pregnant."

I jumped off the bed, stood up, and pulled Allison up. I started jumping up and down. "Wonderful! That's so great!" I kissed her.

When the kiss was done, I said, "Tell me about Dad's murder. Who killed him? Was it a robbery?"

"It wasn't a robbery. You won't believe this. Do you know Jim Rogers at RCL?"

It took me a moment to place the name. "Dad's champion? I've never spoken with him."

"Well, your father spent the evening with Jim's wife in his hotel room, not at her mother's as she had told Jim. She was Jim's second wife, much younger than him."

"A trophy wife?"

Allison nodded. "Your father had an expensive dinner delivered, and she stayed well after when they would have finished eating. When she came out of the room, Jim was waiting with a gun. The police figured he had estimated when she'd leave based on when she'd get home. Jim barged into the room and shot your dad five times. He then watched your dad die. Once your dad was dead, he killed himself."

That answered a lot of questions. "So Dad really was cheating on you and Mom."

"The wife admitted she had been carrying on an affair with your dad for years."

I shook my head. "So Dad's champion probably introduced Dad to his wife. Dad seduced her and started a long-running affair. He thought the trophy wife was so great that he decided to get one of his own. And when Dad's champion finally figured out what was going on, he killed Dad and then himself."

Allison nodded again. "Sums it up well."

I continued shaking my head. "Dad was quite the asshole."

"He was. And we're free of him now." Allison kissed me. "I forgive you for your mom. It was quite a shock. I need to get to know her better before agreeing to her living with us."

"Understandable. I love you, Allison."

"I love you too, Bryson."

"Do you still want to marry me someday?"

Allison smiled. "Yes, I do."

I got down on one knee and pulled out the ring I had bought this morning. "Allison, will you please marry me?"

Allison started crying. She cupped her face with her hands. "Oh my God!" She took the ring. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you!" I stood up, and she jumped into my arms for another kiss.

* * * *

Seven months later
I came out of the office and sat down on the couch with Allison. She was watching a show on Netflix. She turned off the TV and asked, "How did the numbers look to you?"

"Fine. There were a couple of expenses I had questions about. I sent an email. And you?"

"I was a little disappointed in sales, but it sounds like next month should be a good month."

Dad had set it up so that Allison and I would co-own his company. I had 50.1% of the shares so I technically was the one who made all the decisions, but the reality was that Allison and I made them together. The first decisions we made were to promote the VP of Sales to CEO and make me Chairman of the Board (the board consisted of me and Allison). We told everyone that I was future-CEO-in-training and would slowly work my way up to the top. I was currently the manager of Maintenance. As co-owners and board members, Allison and I closely reviewed the financials each month. I always did it here at home to not mix my role as Chairman with that of Maintenance manager.

"Did you and Mom make any new wedding plans today?" Allison hadn't been in the mood for sex for the last week, so I had asked about the wedding plans because that usually put her more in the mood.

"No." Allison patted her tummy. "We're still trying to figure out what this one will do." Mason and Cooper were going to be ring bearers, and Harper and Hadley were going to be flower girls.

"And still undecided on the location?"

Allison frowned. "It depends so much on how my family reacts when we announce that we're a couple. My mom will disapprove. I don't even know if she'll come to the wedding. I never thought of her as a judgmental person, but she has been since I told her about your Dad and me."

I hadn't meant to bring up that sore spot. "Your whole family came to Dad's funeral. And they seemed quite taken with Mason and Harper. You've been talking to your sisters regularly since then. They'll talk your mom into coming to our wedding."

Allison looked partially mollified. "We'll see." Allison frowned again. "I wish my mom was like your mom. Mom has made things so easy."

Once Mom moved in, she and Allison quickly decided to co-parent the four kids. They called Mom "Mom" and Allison "Momma". I continued to call Mom "Mom", and Allison eventually adopted it.

Allison continued. "She's so supportive. All that matters to her is we're happy, and the kids are happy. No ego. No lectures. No she's-right-because-she's-done-this-before. I love Mom so much. I don't know how I'd make it without her."

"Well, you have Maria." Maria was the nanny we had hired.

"I feel so sorry for Maria. She's exhausted at the end of every day. I worry every day she'll fall asleep during her drive home and crash." I laughed. "And the reason I feel comfortable having Maria in the house is either Mom or I are with her the whole time. She can't slip off and put something valuable in her pocket."

"We also have locks on the doors to rooms with valuables." You needed to know the four-digit code to get in. Doubled as childproofing.

"Mom and I have been talking about after we're married. I'm going to take a long break after this one. I had first thought about trying again right after we got married, but I am thinking now we'll wait longer. With Cooper and Hadley, I'll effectively have five kids. My big family is almost already complete."

Allison smiled at me. It was kind of a relieved smile, that she wouldn't have to go through pregnancy as much as she once thought. "Again, I love Mom so much. She suggested today that after we marry, we move to a new neighborhood and tell everyone that the boys and the girls are each fraternal twins. She'd be the grandma to all five kids."

This was shocking. "Really?"

"Yes. It's so complicated explaining what the kids' actual relationships are. To new members of the playgroup, I already tell them the boys are brothers, more or less. It'd be dropping the 'more or less'"

I thought it over and didn't have any problems. "That would simplify things. Whatever you and Mom decide."

"Great." Allison squeezed my hand and then sighed. "I'm exhausted. This pregnancy has hit me so much harder than the first two. I've got nothing left at the end of the day." I must have made a sound because Allison suddenly looked at me. "Were you hoping to hear something else?"

"Well, it's been a while since we had sex."

"I'm sorry, Bryson. Not tonight. I don't know when I'll be back in the mood."

I tried not to show my disappointment. "Okay."

"I'm going to sit here on the couch until I start nodding off, and then I'm going to bed." She turned the TV back on.

I sat with Allison and watched. I felt very disappointed. I knew it was a temporary setback, but it was still frustrating.

Mom came in. "What are you watching?"

Allison said, "Nothing much." She turned off the TV. Mom continued to stand behind the couch. Allison looked up to her and said, "Bryson asked me if I was in the mood tonight. I told him no."

"Not surprising," said Mom. She shifted over so she was standing behind me.

Allison said, "If there was only some way I could keep Bryson satisfied without doing it myself."

Mom put her hands on the sides of my shoulders. "One of the problems with having such a young man as your future husband is he has such a high sex drive." Mom began rubbing her hands in circles.

"Indeed," said Allison. "If I only knew someone who could help use up all the sexual energy he has. Someone who I trusted."

Mom added, "Someone who was experienced at making it all about enjoyment and satisfaction so there'd be no messy complications." Mom moved to come around to the front of the couch. I felt that this dialog was all planned out.

"Somebody I worked well with," said Allison, "so we could easily work out any scheduling difficulties."

Mom was now standing to my left. She took my hand and said, "Somebody who puts your and Bryson's happiness above her own." Mom pulled me off the couch and started leading me out of the living room.

Allison called after us. "Have fun! When you come to bed, Bryson, don't wake me if I'm asleep."

When Mom and I reached the door to the outside, she stopped. Mom was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. She pulled up her shirt and pulled down her pants to reveal the black leather corset she wore our first time. "Mommy has missed her bad boy."

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