Wicked Mother Ch. 01





A young man and his mean mother.


First off, my name is Maximilian Augustus Kaiser, I know what you're thinking, pretentious bastard. Well, I didn't ask for the name, my highbrow parents named me that, I go by Max. I guess I should start by explaining my background and that of my parents. My mother and father divorced when I was young, around ten years old if I remember correctly. My father, James, was a trust fund recipient, his parents came from the extremely well to do, he was an only child so he inherited his parents wealth. I never really knew my grandparents; they made their money in oil, or so I was told. My mother is a snooty, over bearing woman that comes from a similar background, personally I think the two married for financial reasons, whatever the reasons it certainly was not out of love. She is, well, to plainly put it, a consummate bitch. The help, which she looks down on, hates her, and so does nearly everyone that comes in contact with her. I know, you would say 'but she's your mother', that might very well be true if she would have had a hand in raising me. That task was given to the staff of maids and other various servants that catered to her every need. I know the serving girls and their families much better than I do my own mother. She only asked for and was granted full custody to spite my father.

I suppose this is an appropriate time to describe myself. I just turned eighteen and am in my senior year of high school. I am the quarterback of my high school football team, a 5A school that has state championship aspirations. Money and grooming does have its advantages I must admit. I am able to workout in the finest gyms in town. I receive tutelage from a few of the better known local legend football players that our alma mater had produced. I have scouts from every major state college at my games watching me play on a weekly basis. I am on the fast track to a major scholarship to one of the more high profile colleges in the state, possibly even the nation. At six foot three, one hundred and ninety pounds I am an intimidating force in the high school halls. I have no lack of offers from the girls that roam the halls, cheerleaders, prom queens; even a few college girls that graduated ahead of me would text me now and then. All in all it is a good time to be me, but then I have to go home, and reality hits. No matter how many TD's I threw, or how many times I scrambled for a first down, it mattered nothing when I walked into my own home. My good grades do not matter, my achievements on the field receive a disgusted shake of her head, no matter what I do or how much I accomplish, it isn't good enough for the supreme bitch.

I bet right now you're wondering about mommy dearest, or Elizabeth, well let me describe the ultimate evil witch of the midwest for you. Yoga in the morning, an hour with a personal trainer in the afternoon, and then a few hours in the spa after that. Oh, she's a looker alright, she turns heads no matter if it's in the mall or in a revealing dress at a cocktail party. Forty one years old five foot nine inches, big fake tits, I'm guessing around thirty six D, I've never cared enough to investigate, and a firm round ass to match. She has long blonde hair and botox lips that go well with her sculptured nose. I'm not sure anything about her is real anymore, except her attitude, you can't fake bitch. At this point I'm sure most of you are thinking 'he's exaggerating', brothers and sister, don't I wish I was. Let me give you an example, just to make things a little more clear for you doubters. Regional finals, we had won our class and had moved on to the playoffs, we had finished nine and one, and were to face the only team that had beaten us, and badly might I add. Our boys played lights out; we won by two touchdowns and were never really challenged the entire night.

The crowd was at a fevered pitch the entire game, the cheerleaders were dripping wet with post game anticipation and the coaches were walking the sidelines like generals right before what they knew would be a decisive victory. I guess I should explain something, in Oklahoma boys are held back so we are older when we get into high school so we are more developed to play football. High school football is king in Oklahoma. Well, our team for the most part was eighteen and nineteen year old seniors, a few juniors started as well, and what do a bunch of hormone filled eighteen and nineteen year olds do after winning a big playoff game against their heated rival, you guessed it, we party, and we party hard. Most of the players came from affluent families, it's how it works in 5A, players are recruited and their families given cushy well-paying jobs so their sons could play football at the big schools. So there we were, partying at one of the nicer houses in the neighborhood and having a really good time. If there was someone in the school that wasn't at the party then they were the type that didn't party.

The dungeon and dragons crew was there, the drama club, the rodeo club was present, even the computer geek contingent showed up. It was a party to top all parties. Now you would think that I would have my sights set on one of the tight bodied cheerleaders. And truth be known I have partaken in carnal knowledge with a few of them. But my main objective was Carrie, a luxuriously built member of the drama club. Five foot five, big natural boobs, a bubble butt, and with the sweetest personality that a guy could imagine. I hovered over her for most of the night and we were really getting along, in fact I really thought I was making inroads. And then my cock blocking mother stepped in, well not really her, but our main butler, Edwin, though I call him Ed for short. When he appeared in front of me my heart sank. "Ed, what are you doing here?" I asked, knowing already the answer would not be to my liking.

"I'm sorry, sir, but your mother requests you at the estate, she seems to think it is a matter of utmost importance."

I shook my head in disgust, "What now Ed, the DVR is on the blink?"

Ed sighed, "No sir, I think it has something to do with her personal computer. I'm very sorry, sir. I see as I look around that you were having an exemplary time."

I chuckled bitterly. "Yes, Ed, you are most assuredly correct. I need to say a few goodbyes and then we can go see what our supreme mistress, Liz, desires." Ed rolled his eyes, "I will wait in the car."

I spun Carrie to me, "I have to leave," I said with a shrug. Carrie laid a comforting hand on my wrist. "I understand," she said.

"I don't think you do," I responded. "My mother hates me being away from the house as much as she hates me being in it, I want to stay here, with you, but the demanding bitch will hound me until I go."

"Go," she said with a chuckle, "We have this whole year to be together, one night means nothing."

I looked at her and smiled deeply and then I gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her to me, "I really like you, Carrie." I said nervously, and leaned in to kiss her. She responded like I had always dreamed about, she threw herself toward me and kissed me with the passion that I had longed for, those beautiful breasts pushed against my chest. My hormones were raging, though I forced myself to turn and go to the car that I knew as waiting outside. I was furious, not only had the bitch cocked blocked me from Carrie, but she had spoiled the very reason we were celebrating in the first place, our dominating win against our arch rivals.

Our estate was only a few miles from where the party was being held and we were pulling down the long drive in a matter of a handful of minutes. By the time I exited the car I had worked myself up into a fury of anger. Ed stopped me before I had taken only a few steps in the direction of the front door.

"Max," he said with a small frown and a slight sigh. "Your mother has been drinking wine all evening and she is in one of those moods. The help has been going out of their way to avoid her."

"Great," I replied. "She always has been a mean drunk. Well Ed, I am not in the mood for her crap tonight, she's already ruined my evening, she might as well be mad at me too." I took a deep breath and headed for the door.

The door swung open as my hand reached for the ornate brass handle, "It's about time, get in here and see what is wrong with my computer," the tyrant of the household barked. I gritted my teeth trying not to explode right there in the foyer. One of the younger maids was sitting in front of the computer with a perplexed and near desperate look on her face as she moved the mouse around the screen.

"What seems to be the issue, Debbie?" I asked the twenty something girl.

"I can move the mouse around, but nothing opens when I click on the icons," she said as she slid the mouse in my direction.

"Scoot over and let me take a look," I offered.

"I can tell you what's wrong with it, it's a piece of shit, that's what's wrong," my mother snorted from somewhere behind us. Debbie had obviously been getting ready to go out when the fake boobed dictator summoned her to the massive living room. Debbie was wearing a low cropped top that showed plenty of cleavage and a short skirt that barely made it past her panties. She was a pretty girl and under any other circumstances I wouldn't have minded taking her out on a date. It was better for her that I didn't, if my mother even suspected that I liked the girl she would be fired immediately.

"Did you try restarting it?" I asked Debbie.

"Of course I restarted it, do you think I'm stupid?" mother barked.

"No, not stupid, drunk maybe..." I shot back in an even tone. I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me and the sounds of heels clicking toward the kitchen.

"Max, are you trying to get her even more aggravated?" Debbie said stifling a giggle.

"A few more glasses of wine and she'll forget the whole incident," I responded. "Now let's have a look." I moved the mouse around the screen trying a few of the icons to no avail. I ended up restarting, banging on the F12 button to take me to the settings screen. I know just enough about computers to know when there is a minor problem and when to let the experts handle it. This one wasn't too bad. I ran a virus scan from whatever you call the settings command thingy. And sure enough the hard drive was riddled with viruses and malware. When I got back to the main screen finally I ran a report with the virus software. The results were a bit startling to say the least.

"Did you figure it out, genius?" my mother said sarcastically.

"As a matter of fact I did," I said calmly.

"Well, what was it?" she snapped.

I laughed a brief chuckle, "It seems that you acquired a number of viruses from all the porn sites that you visit. You really should be more careful where you do your browsing; some of these sites are way out of the mainstream, or maybe you should stick to pornhub." I was actually enjoying this, Debbie had shrunken down beside me, and her hair covered her face in hiding.

"Porn!" she shrieked. "I have done nothing of the sort, porn sites are beneath my station."

"Whatever," I shrugged. "I know what the virus software report said," I turned to Debbie, "You should probably go." Her eyes quickly darted to my mother who gave her a negligent flick of her wrist, Debbie hurried from the room. She did have a nice ass I thought to myself as I watched her scurry away leaving me alone with the queen of the underworld.

"And where were you tonight?" she asked.

I pushed myself off the couch and stood directly in front of her, meeting her glare with one of my own. It was then I realized how much bigger than her I am, I guess her dominating attitude had hidden that fact from me for all these years. "I imagine you forgot we had a game tonight, a big one at that."

She rolled her eyes, "Football, a bunch of testosterone engorged boys banging into each other, how very philistine," she took a gulp of her wine, "You should concentrate on your grades if you ever want to amount to anything, well anything more than your idiot father."

I shook my head as my temper was just about to get the best of me. "If you ever bothered to ask, you would know that I carry a 4.0 grade point average and I am near the top of my class. There were college scouts at the game eyeing me for a full ride scholarship. And I agree, father is an idiot, he married you." I caught her by the wrist just as the slap was nearing my face; I clamped my grip nearly as hard as I could. Her eyes grew wide and welled up a bit as I took a step closer to her just so she could come to grips with how much larger than her that I was. Did her nipples harden under that expensive silk robe or was it just my imagination? They did seem to be nice breasts, very pert and firm, of course they were fake so they should be firm, right.

"Do not do that again," I said a bit more harshly than I probably should have. "I am your son, not your whipping boy. I am going to bed." I turned and walked away, not even bothering to look back. I'm almost positive that her look was a mix of confusion and boiling anger. But you get the point of the story, it's not enough for her to ruin my night, and probably Debbie's too, over something that could have waited until morning, she has to throw those jabs at me as well.

I stayed clear of my mother for the next few days not wanting to face those ice cold satanistic blue eyes. Carrie and I went out a few times, there was a few intense make out sessions and even some heavy petting, man is that girl hot. I didn't want her to feel like she was just another girl on my list so I didn't try to screw her, maybe I could have, maybe not. The next Thursday night I returned to my prison, what you people probably call a home and snuck up to my room, very quietly. I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and lay on the bed to contemplate the evening with Carrie. I was just about to start my ritual stroking when I heard a crash downstairs and then a lot and I mean a lot of cursing. I sprang down the steps in time to see my mother being lifted gingerly off the floor by Debbie, there was a broken bottle and a shattered crystal glass lying nearby.

"What in the heck happened?" I asked Debbie. Her eyes grew wide and she shook her head at me.

"She tripped me," my mother slurred. "I shud ave er fired fer this," she garbled incomprehensively. I looked at Debbie and she shook her head again vigorously.

"I doubt she tripped you, maybe she was trying to help you and you tripped?" I suggested.

"Does I look like I need elp?" she said swaying like a sapling in a hurricane.

"Actually, you do. Let's get you to bed," I suggested. I took one arm and Debbie took the other and we carried her to her room. I turned to Debbie, "You can go now, and I'll take care of this." She gave me an appreciative look and scampered from the room, that nice little ass, wrapped tightly in stretch pants, wiggled as she went. Now what was I to do, my nearly incapacitated demon of a mother lay before me, looking very good might I add. Well what would you have done in my place? Of course I undressed her, I couldn't let her sleep in her robe, could I? I opened her very expensive silk robe and was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. She was wearing a lace bra and her perfect boobs set up nicely. Her frilly lace partial g-string rode high on her hips. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, her fake boobs never waivered, and the little nipples set erect on their peaks. I'll have to remember to compliment her surgeon; he did a wonderful job on those fun bags. I figured since I had gone this far already I might as well remove her panties as well. I gripped both sides and slowly slid them down. You know for an evil woman she had probably the best looking pussy I've ever seen. There was just a tiny tuft of downy hair above her sculpted lips, the rest was clean as the rest of her. I imagine it was waxed, I can't envision her taking the time to shave it herself, that would be beneath her. I pulled the covers from under her ass and placed them over her and left the room, needless to say I had a raging hard on, which I intended to see to very soon.

When I opened the door to my room I was shocked to see Debbie sitting on my bed, "Debbie, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I felt so bad about what happened, I just wanted to explain," she said quickly. "She dropped the bottle and it broke on the floor, I ran over to clean it up and she stumbled, I grabbed her to make sure she didn't fall into the broken glass and she tumbled sideways and the glass slipped from her hand I guess and it broke too. She fell to the ground with me on top of her. I guess she thought I tripped her," she explained, almost in tears.

"Debbie, it's alright. By morning she won't remember a thing," I said trying to calm her.

"But what if she does and what if she still thinks I tried to trip her?" she exclaimed.

"I'll take care of it, she'll listen to me," I replied, not exactly sure if the succubus actually would, but it was worth a shot. I really doubted if she would even remember the incident.

"Oh, Max, thank you," she said leaping up and throwing her arms around my neck. Her large tits pressed up against my chest, damn this girl was built.

"Think nothing of it," I answered, and my cock got a bit stiff, I guess it answered too.

"You have been so good to me since I've been here, I feel like I owe you something for all you've done," she said sheepishly.

A million suggestions ran through my head, yeah, all of them had to do with sex, I'm a male what did you expect. "I don't need anything, Debbie, really," I said with some degree of disappointment.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Now who am I to disappoint a woman that really was just being considerate of my feelings, "Well, how about a kiss?" I suggested, that was mild enough, right.

"Really?" she said excitedly.

"Sounds like a proper payment to me," I grinned.

Debbie leaned forward and our lips met, hers were full and soft. What started out to be a gentle friendly kiss soon turned more aggressive as our tongues intertwined. She pulled me closer, her tits ground into my chest and my cock ground into her pelvis. Needless to say, at this point I was sporting a rather bulky erection. Don't judge me, I was in the midst of beating off when all this drama started, now I was definitely in need of release. Debbie moaned as the kiss went on, my hand ran up her side and brushed the side of one of her large breasts, she kissed me deeper then. I took that as a green light, I know, I know, it wasn't much of a green light, but I'm a horny 18 year old. I moved my hand around slowly and cupped her massive boob gently and kneaded it softly and at the same time her hand went over my chest to my bicep where her nails dug in. So now I knew I wasn't imagining things, this girl was primed, and so was I. I ran my hand down her back and over her ass, nothing was left to the imagination as I fondled her over those tight black stretch pants. She groaned and lurched backwards pulling us both down on the bed. I twisted and landed beside her, my hand went instinctively under her sweat shirt to her bra covered boob, which caused her to moan again. We kissed for a minute and then she abruptly rolled on top of me and began grinding against my now very stiff cock. Her hands reached down and pulled off her sweat shirt and then reached behind her and released the clasps of her bra. Guys, and ladies, my meager description of her tits would not do those wonderful globes justice. Let's just say they were as large as I expected, with quarter sized areolas and eraser point nipples that jutted out expectantly. Just the sight of them made my hips lurch, pushing my cock against her pussy. She lightly brushed her nipples against my chest and kissed me again and then whispered, "I want you, Max, I want you now."





Now being the consummate gentleman, who was I do deny this damsel what she desired, but first things first. I gripped the sides of her stretch pants in both hands and began to pull them down, she arched up to help me with the process. She had on a pink g-string that was snug against her pouting lips. I didn't even bother taking them off, I simply pulled her forward and lowered her to my waiting mouth, moving them out of the way as she lowered onto my tongue. I ran my tongue through her slit to her clit causing her to squeal delightfully. I kept that up for a few minutes and then pulled her hips forward abruptly and ran my tongue over and around her little asshole until she moaned with pleasure and then just as quickly back to her slit and clit. When her juices began to flow in earnest I concentrated on her clit until she had a screeching orgasm.

"Wow, that was great, oh-my-god, I've never cum that hard," she said somewhat weakly.

"You haven't seen anything yet," I grinned.

I tossed her to her back and made short work of her panties, my shorts and tank top were gone in an instant as well. I paused once as I hovered above her, "Ready?" I asked with a smirk.

"I've never been more ready for anything in my life," she said with wide eyes.

The swelled head of my cock had barely entered her when her pussy clamped like a vise around it, I smiled at her and she grinned back with a mischievous smile. 'So that's how it's going to be,' I thought to myself. I backed my cock out and slowly inched it back in, I kept doing this until she was not only soaking but jutting her hips forward for more of my cock. I was more than happy to oblige. I slid forward giving her a few more inches, her breath caught, that was my cue as I rammed the rest home, until my seven and a full half inches (yes I measured, I'm a teen, don't we all) were buried into her tight little pussy to the hilt. I rose up on my toes and slowly stroked in and out of her for a few minutes, all the while she chirped with erotic pleasure. I figured it was time to go for broke so I put the crooks of her knees onto my arms and bent her back so her knees were by her swaying breasts, and then I gave her all I had. She groaned and her breath came in short rasps, I could feel her juices running down my balls as they slapped against her gorgeous little round ass.

"Ma...Max, oh my god, Max, I'm going to cum, don't stop Max, please don't stop," she begged. Are you kidding me, I wasn't about to stop pounding that beautiful pussy, what guy would. Her back arched and her pussy clamped down so tight that I was glad she was soaking wet or I don't know that I could have kept going. She let out a long moan and then her body stiffened and her mouth opened in a silent scream. When she finally came back to earth she grabbed my head and pulled me down into a very sloppy tongue wrestling kiss.

The kiss finally broke, "I'm going to cum soon," I told her. "Where do you want it?"

"After that solid fucking, anywhere you want to put it baby," she cooed.

It just took one look at those tits and I knew what I had to do. I pulled out and moved up so I was straddling her chest and laid my cock in between her boobs. She took the clue and smashed her globes around my cock. I began to rhythmically fuck her tits and on each up stroke she opened her mouth and my cock slid against her tongue. It didn't take long before I knew I was done for, my balls tightened and I began to feel the cum rising in them.

"Oh shit," I moaned loudly.

"Do it baby, give it all to me," she begged.

And that's all it took, I groaned loudly as her soft hand wrapped around my shaft and began stroking. The first blast shot across her chest and splattered against her neck. The next cannon shot coated her chin and bottom lip. She must have raised her hand because the final eruption shot across her cheek and into her hair. The rest just dripped out onto her tits. I collapsed beside her.

"That was as good as I always thought it would be," she stated between gasps of air.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Did you think about it before tonight?"

She laughed. "Max, I've been thinking about that ever since I first started coming here to help my mom out, what was that, six years ago?"

"Hmm, I never knew," I replied.

"Well it's not something the hired help blurts out, 'Gee Miss Kaiser, I'd like your son to fuck me silly,'" she laughed.

"I guess you're right, but you could have told me. I'm not like my mother," I answered.

"I know, Max. You've been very nice to my mother and I. How do you stand living with her?" she asked. "I'm just here a few hours a day and it's more than I can stand."

My brow furrowed as I thought. "I'm not here that much either and when I am she makes it very difficult. It has gotten a bit better since I've turned eighteen; it was hell growing up here."

"I can only imagine. I should go before she wakes up and finds us," Debbie stated flatly.

"She's not going to wake up anytime soon, she was plastered," I replied. "But you're right, no need to take chances, could you imagine what she'd do if she found us together, 'OMG, you're boffing the hired help'." I said in the most highbrow voice I could muster. Debbie started to laugh as she pulled on her clothes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Max. Maybe you can do me in the linen closet when she's not looking," she said with a broad smile.

"You can count on it," I answered, with a sharp smack of her round ass.

I was up and out of the house before mommy dearest awoke, it was Friday, football day in America. As soon as school was out the team would hop on that big ugly bus and head 50 miles down the road for the big game, semi-finals. Classes were a bore as usual, the only bright side of the day was that Carrie asked me to meet her in the library at lunch time. She said she had something to give me before the big game. The bell rang and everyone scattered either for the cafeteria or their cars, myself I headed for the library. I actually had to think where it was at, oh like you spent a lot of time in your schools library, don't judge me. The place was a ghost town; even the librarian was at lunch. I found Carrie near the back of a long row of shelves that housed a bunch of large books that probably hadn't moved in decades.

"There you are, what are you doing back here?" I asked while surveying the contents of the shelves.

"I wanted to give you something before the big game, it might help you relax," she said with a sly grin.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked, more than a bit confused.

"This," she said as she dropped to her knees and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my wranglers.

"Carrie, someone might come in," I weakly protested.

"No one ever comes in here at lunch and besides, we'll hear the bell on the door if it opens," she said releasing my cock from my boxer briefs. She stroked me a few times and proceeded to give me one of the best blowjobs of my young life. Just watching that pretty face bob up and down on my cock was almost more than I could handle. It wasn't long before I felt the stirrings in my balls and I warned her that I would soon be cuming. That only served to encourage her more. She reached up and fondled my balls and drove her mouth harder onto my blood engorged shaft. I let out the loudest moan I could given where we were at and filled her throat with torrents of cum. After she had licked me clean she tucked my deflating organ back into my jeans and stood up.

"Now play good tonight, and you just my get into this pussy for a reward," She gave me a salty kiss and nearly skipped from the room. I was dumbfounded as I zipped up my jeans and headed for the door. I pulled the door open only to find Mrs. Kraft just about to enter on the other side.

"And what are you doing here Mr. Kaiser?" she asked sternly. Mrs. Kraft was a young lady, maybe in her late 20's or very early 30's, her hair was in that tight librarian's bun and she never seemed to smile. She was very pretty, and I assumed that if she let her hair down, put on a bit more makeup and took off the horned rimmed glasses she would be a looker. I couldn't get a good perspective on her body since she wore long skirts and baggy sweaters.

"Uh, well," I stammered. "I came to see Carrie, but she wasn't here, I was, uh, just leaving."

"Humph," she scoffed. "A likely story," she said pushing past me, brushing my arm with what seemed to be rather firm boobs.

I shrugged it off with a self-satisfied smile and went on about my business. The bus ride home from the game was and off the charts celebration. We glided to a fairly easy victory and I played lights out, if I don't mind saying so myself. Coach told me after the game that he talked to a number of scouts and my ticket to any major university was guaranteed as long as I didn't play like crap in the championship game. Carrie started her period that afternoon so I didn't get any pussy, but I did get another blowjob in the parking lot, which was cool. It had been a good 24 hours.

I had no sooner walked in the door when I was greeted with a melodic, "Where the fuck have you been?"

I shook my head, "State semi-finals were tonight," I reminded her. "We won by the way, in case you care."

She put her hands on her satin robe covered slim hips and stared at me, "Well I don't," she said with little emotion. "I ran into Mrs. Knight today at the spa. She seems to think you are dating her daughter, what's her name, oh yes, Carrie."

"We've been going out, is that a problem?" I asked.

"I'm sure it isn't for her, her family would just love to marry into ours. I'm sure it's just a fling, make sure you wear a condom, I wouldn't want you to knock up someone like that," she said with a disgusted look on her lineless face.

"Not that it's any of your business, but we haven't had sex yet," I said flatly. "But when we do I'll be sure to let you know."

"Why would you let me know?" she said with a feigned look of horror.

"At least you'd know someone in this house is getting laid," I laughed.

"How dare you. I could get laid if I wanted to, I simply prefer not to sleep around, I have certain standards to maintain," she offered.

"Is it that or is it that no man can stand to be around you for more than a minute? Hell, I bet this is the longest conversation you've had with a man all year, isn't it?" I asked.

"I talk to my trainer at the spa all the time," she shot back.

"He's paid to listen to you, plus I think he's gay anyway." I had known Gary for years, he is a good dude and very gay. "If you are done with the twenty questions I think I'll go sit in the whirlpool, my back is sore."

"Whatever," she turned towards the kitchen, to get another glass of wine I assumed.

I made my way to the oversized whirlpool located in an enclosed glass patio. I was going to put on a speedo but I thought what the hell and stripped down and went commando. I grabbed a beer from the fridge nearby and crawled into the cascading hot water, going under to clear my head. I was nearly finished with the first beer when my wonderful angelic mother (yes, that's sarcasm) entered the patio, wine glass in hand.

"Am I really that bad?" she asked.

I sighed at the dilemma I now found myself in. Do I tell her the truth and maybe she'll change her ways or do I lie and make her feel better about herself. I went with choice number one.

"Yes, actually you are," I said with as little emotion that I could muster. "You talk down to everyone, you're horrible to the help and you never have a kind word to say to me, your only child."

Her eyes were large and glistened with forming tears, she took a long pull from her glass and straightened her back. "I wasn't always like this you know. I was different when I was younger. It wasn't until I met your father and his family that I started acting this way," she tried to explain. "His mother was the same way and she was mean to me, hell his whole family was. I had to become a hardened bitch or I would not have survived in that family."

"That doesn't explain why you are so mean to me. I'm your son, you only child for goodness sake," I replied heatedly.

Her head lowered and she nearly whispered, "I was jealous of you."

"Jealous of me, whatever for?" I was flabbergasted.

"You are a Kaiser, a real one. I only married into the family," she raised her arms to the room, "All this will be yours one day because you have the Kaiser name and blood, all I'll get is a stipend for being what my former in-laws consider a broodmare."

I chuckled, "None of that is my fault. All I ever wanted was from you is to be kind to me."

"I know, and I'm sorry. You were such an affectionate little boy, I do love you, you know that don't you?" she said.

"You have an odd way of showing it sometimes," I replied.

"How can I make it up to you?" she asked, and I actually think she meant it.

"You can start by getting me another beer," I said throwing her a bone.

"I shouldn't let you drink, you are not 21. And why can't you get your own beer?" she said in a curious tone.

"Well," I answered uncomfortably. "I kinda don't have any clothes on."

She actually laughed, "Well you do take after me in that regard I suppose." My wicked mother goes commando in the spa, who knew. She went to the fridge and pulled out a beer and handed it to me. I groaned when I reached for it.

"Why are you so sore?" she questioned.

"I'm the quarterback, remember," I answered.

"You just run around and throw the ball, how does that get you sore?" she asked honestly.

"The other team is trying to kill me, mother. Our offensive line is good, but I do get sacked on occasion and I get tackled when I run the ball, it takes a toll," I said taking a rather large gulp from the beer. "You should come to the state finals, you might actually enjoy it."

"Hmm, maybe I will," she said moving to the edge of the large pool. "Come over here more and I'll rub your shoulders, I used to be pretty good at massages."

An apology and a massage from my mother, this had been a good 24 hours. I scooted over to where she was and waited. "You're all wet," she pointed out.

"Uh, yeah, I'm in water, that's what usually happens," I supplied.

"Well I'm not getting this robe wet," and with that she let it slide off her shoulders and placed it on one of the cushioned chairs. I could see her reflection in the tall glass window, she still had on a lacey pink bra and matching panties. Her body was tight and there wasn't a bit of sag anywhere. As she turned to get her wine glass I observed her ass, it was flawless and I do mean flawless. Gary must have her doing a ton of squats.

"Lean up," she ordered, as I did she slid her silky soft legs into the tub on either side of my shoulders. "I don't think I realized how big you have gotten, and how muscular you are," she started kneading my shoulders, neck and back.

"I workout a lot, it helps my game," I moaned as her deft fingers dug into a sore spot near my neck.

"You're not on steroids are you?" her fingers paused.

"No," I laughed.

"Good, because I've heard they do things to guys, like make them mean and make their thing smaller," she informed me.

"No mother, I'm good in that department. I must have gotten that gene from dad." I suggested.

She laughed so hard she snorted, it was the first time I'd ever heard her laugh like that. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"You certainly didn't get that gene from your father, he is hung like a field mouse," she said with another round of raucous laughter.

"Oh, I didn't know that," I replied. "Was he your first?"

"No, there were others, but I decided to take money over size or pleasure, I guess," she paused before continuing. "I think we've exhausted this conversation," she said sliding out from behind me and placing the robe back around her slim figure. "Do not stay out here too much longer; you'll turn into a prune." She gave me a look that let me know in no uncertain terms that the old Elizabeth had returned.

"Thank you, mother," my voice chased her down the hall, but got no reply.

A few minutes later the outside door to the patio opened and Debbie walked in, it did not take me long to figure out that she obviously had too much to drink where ever she had come from. I explained to her what happened with my mother and she couldn't believe it either, she was as shocked as I was. She took a long pull from my beer and looked at me quizzically, "You're naked in there?" she asked.

"Naked as the day I was born," I said holding up my beer in a toasting fashion.

"Good," she said and started to take off her clothes. "I need a hard dick right now." Once she had disrobed I stood in the spa, which put my cock directly in front of her face. She did not need an invitation or coaxing, she took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to give me a really sloppy blowjob, you know the kind, slobber and spit ran down her chin and her eyes watered from gagging. It was pretty good. A blowjob was good, but I wanted to fuck, so I stepped out of the tub and came at her from behind. I eased my cock into that nice warm, gripping pussy, I tried to take it slow, but my cock just wanted to pound, I had to force myself to slow down. I glanced into the big glass window to see how we looked, vanity is a bitch huh, and what I saw made me momentarily pause, but like a trooper I kept going. You see, my mother was standing in the hall also watching our reflection in the glass. Well if she wanted to see a good fucking, then that is just what I would give her. Debbie had no clue why I was pounding into her with such abandon, nor did she care, she just buried her head and enjoyed it. I lifted one of her legs and placed it on the side of the pool so my mother could get a better view of my cock pounding little Debbie's tight pussy. I quickly glanced up and saw that mother had put her hand into her panties and was rapidly strumming her clit as she watched me give Debbie a carnal hammering, I'm fairly certain our eyes met.

Debbie cried out in orgasmic bliss and my balls tightened so I pulled out and put Debbie on my knees in front of me. I stroked my cock and aimed right for her face, glancing quickly to the glass to see if we were still being watched. Sure enough she was there, leaning against the wall now, a breast in one hand as the other hand worked her pussy, and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. I looked at Debbie and then to my mom and my senses reeled, and my balls let go with a torrent of cum. Half of the first shot went into Debbie's mouth, while the other half splattered across her cheek. The second blast took her in the chin and the final gush was all tits. I thought I heard a moan from the hallway, but when I looked up mother was gone. Debbie got cleaned up and went to her room in the servant's quarters; I finished my beer and toasted this incredible 24 hour period. What a freaking day I had just had.

When I got back to my room I picked up my phone, there were a few messages from Carrie and one from a number I didn't know. I tapped the screen and read, "Max, this is Mrs. Kraft, I got your number from the school directory. Come to my office first thing Monday morning before school, I have something to show you. It concerns your episode in my library today. Do not be late."

Oh shit, what the hell could she be talking about and what did she have to show me. Did she somehow know what happened between Carrie and I. Oh, crap, what was I going to do, this is the kind of thing that could get me kicked off the team.





Wicked Mother Ch. 02





The story of Max's mother continues.


As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling thoughts of the last 24 hours rifled through my mind like some sort of twisted rolodex. Let's see, first I banged Debbie the hot daughter of our head maid Barbara, who is very hot herself might I add. Next I got a blowjob in the school library from the girl I've been seeing, up until that point all I had gotten was a hand job, and not to completion either. I quarterbacked our team to a win at the state semi-finals and impressed the college scouts. My mother the wicked witch of the Midwest was nice to me, hell she even rubbed my shoulders, I was in complete shock over that. And then I banged Debbie again, with my usually strict and very hot mother watching and fingering herself, how cool is that.

And then it all came crashing in due to one text from Mrs. Kraft the librarian. She said she wanted to see me first thing Monday morning, it seems that Carrie and my exploits in the library did not go unnoticed. This could be my doom, stunts like that get guys suspended and kicked off the team. I was not looking forward to Monday.

I only saw my mother briefly the next two days, she didn't speak to me at all. I did get another blowjob from Carrie after the movies Saturday night. I had trouble sleeping Sunday night, I was full of dread at what the next morning would bring. I arose, took a shower and got dressed and headed out the door to face the wrath of Mrs. Kraft, librarian extraordinaire. It was still about thirty minutes before classes start when the little bell over the library door rang and announced my arrival. Mrs. Kraft came out of her office and stared at me briefly, "Come in here," she barked.

I followed her into her office and she pointed to a chair, "Have a seat, Mr. Kaiser." I sat down slowly, like I was taking a seat in an electric chair and soon would be fried to a crisp.

"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Kaiser?" she asked sharply.

"Um, no ma'am," I stammered back in reply. She continued to stare at me. She turned the monitor on her desk so that I could see it and clicked on a video box on the screen. The next thing I saw turned my blood to a frozen mush, there was Carrie on her knees before me and my cock was sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Well, Mr. Kaiser, would you care to explain?" she said with one raised eyebrow, I just stared dumbly at the screen. "You know I could have you suspended for this. And you would be dropped from the team without question," she said tapping one finger to her chin. "But how would that make me look, our team loses the state championship game because the star quarterback got a blowjob in the library. I would be hated in these halls, wouldn't I, Mr. Kaiser."

"Um, some might I suppose, not everyone likes football," I said weakly, digging my own grave it seemed.

She stood up and leaned on the desk, staring at me. She was very pretty and I could tell that under that loose sweater was a nice body, for a librarian anyway. She moved to the door and turned the lock, it snapped with a loud click making me jump slightly.

"This is how this is going to go, you are going to do for me what Miss Knight did for you, am I clear?" It wasn't really a question, more like a command.

"Uh, I think so," I replied, more than a little confused at the whole scenario. She sat on her desk right in front of me and pulled her skirt up so it bunched around her waist. She had on nylons and a garter belt, and clearly no panties covered her bald pussy.

"Get to it, Mr. Kaiser, and you had better do a good job," she ordered. I leaned forward so that her pussy was only centimeters from my nose, her smell was intoxicating. I decided that if I was going to do a good job at this, and I was going to do a good job, I had to do it my way. So I hooked her knees under my muscular arms and raised them up, she let out a little squeal of delight. I buried my face in her soaking pussy. I licked her clit, up and down her slit and even lifted her enough to run my tongue across her tiny ass bud, which made her squeak with delight. I pushed one finger into her as my tongue danced circles around her clit, I rubbed her g-spot slowly at first but gaining momentum as my tongue continued to flick and encircle her clit. Her breathing was coming in short gasps and she was squealing uncontrollably as her back arched from the impending orgasm she was about to have. I sucked on her clit and rubbed her g-spot with vigor, the next thing I knew she was crying out and a deluge of fluid sprayed from her pussy coating my face, I licked up every drop I could. Her eyes had rolled into her head and she was having a hard time sitting up straight. I pondered what to do next, but only for a split second because this chance might not ever come again. I dropped my pants and briefs in one motion and lined my cock up with her soaking pussy. In one fluid stroke I was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

Her eyes shot open and her mouth hung wide, "You shouldn't be doing this," she panted. I pulled her thighs to me and pumped into her harder, "Do you want me to stop," I asked mid stroke.

She gasped a few times and mumbled something incoherently. She pulled her shirt out of her waist band and undid the buttons releasing her small but ample boobs. I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, she moaned loudly.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she murmured. "Don't ever stop fucking me. Cock, so good, need cock all the time," she growled.

Her body shook as she sprayed my crotch with another blast of squirt. She was my first squirter, it was kind of cool actually. I put my hands behind her head and pulled her forward for a sloppy kiss, when it broke I looked into her eyes and asked, "I'm going to cum, where do you want it?"

She panted at me, her eyes still rolling from her most recent orgasm, "In my mouth, sir," her calling me sir almost had me cuming in her pussy. Not wanting her to move I got up on the chair and hovered over her, stroking my glistening cock the whole time. She eventually recovered enough to open her mouth to receive my offering. Some actually did go in her mouth; I'm not a very good shot when it comes to jism. Most of it splattered across her chin and onto her tits. She was a mess, but a damn fine looking mess. I grabbed some tissue from her desk and wiped my cock off and then pulled up my pants, she hadn't moved. I took both her nipples into my fingers giving them a steady tweak.

"If you're a good girl I'll come in once a week and fuck you like my own little whore, how's that sound?"

She was still breathing hard, but managed a muffled, "Yes, sir." I gave her a goodbye kiss and unlocked the door and proceeded to class thinking that this day had started off well.

Nothing really eventful happened the rest of the day in school, we had a practice after school let out, I showered in the gym and went home, not sure what to expect. The house, mansion, whatever you want to call it was eerily quite. I grabbed some snacks and plopped down on the couch to watch some TV and relax. A few minutes later Barbara, Debbie's mother, came into the room. She was wearing her maids outfit, probably the only thing I would complement my mother on, she required the maids to were outfits like you see in the movies, skirts with the little apron, Barbara's was a light blue trimmed in white.

"What are you doing, Max?" she asked my oddly.

"Just relaxing, what are you doing, Mrs. Green?" I responded courteously, giving her tight little body a once over.

"No, I meant with my daughter. She's smitten with you and I know there is more going on than she's telling me. Out with it, Max," she ordered.

"We're just having a little fun, harmless stuff really." I flipped the channel and tried to act nonchalant about the whole thing.

"A little fun, Max?" She walked over and stood between myself and the television. "Does 'a little fun' include sex?" she asked pointblank.

"Come on, Mrs. Green, we're teenagers, we're just playing around," I sort of pleaded, hoping that might get me off the hook, I did give her the puppy dog eyes.

"Max, I'm fairly open minded, and Debbie is on the pill, but do you know what would happen if your mother found out?" I think we all already know that she's very aware of it, having seen me banging Debbie by the spa. "She would fire her and probably me as well."

They were nice legs, and they were only inches from my face, they were slightly spread and if the skirt had been just a tad shorter...

"Max, are you listening to me?" Mrs. Green barked as she followed my eyes up her skirt.

"Yes, of course, you don't want you daughter and me to have sex anymore," I repeated back to her.

"I don't care if you have sex or not, just don't do it here where your mother might catch you. Do it in the back seat of a car on some dirt road like everyone else in school does," she suggested.

"Is that where you used to do it when you were in school, Barbara?" I asked.

"Is the old bridge road still there?" she asked me, it was a good place to go screw at night, kind of like the old lookout point you hear about in the movies.

I laughed a bit, "Of course it's still there. So you were a wild girl once, huh."

It was her turn to laugh, "Let's just say I liked to have fun."

I ran a finger up the inside of her thigh stopping short of her lacey panties, "Do you still like to have fun?" I asked, not bothering to look up at her.

"Don't start something you are not prepared to finish, Maximilian Kaiser, it's been so long I don't think I can handle any teasing." Wait, did she just insinuate that unless I plan on banging her then I shouldn't start.

"Where is my mother?" I asked while running my fingers higher up her leg until I brushed against the fringe of her panties.

"She left an hour ago for the spa, she shouldn't be back for a while." Barbara informed me, and she was probably right.

I reached up under her short skirt and gripped the edges of her panties and pulled them down past her knees, she quickly stepped out of them. I looked under the skirt, her bush was trimmed, there was no hair on her lips, but a well-manicured tuft on her pubis.

"We have to hurry, pull your pants down and take your cock out. I did as I as directed and she crawled onto my lap. She was soaking wet and I slid into her easily. She rode me like a bullrider, grinding her clit against my pubic bone as I squeezed her well sized tits through her uniform.

I can't cum like this, Max. I need you on top. I rolled her over and pinned her knees near her breasts as I began to put it to her. I pumped in and out of that perfect little hole for all I was worth. It wasn't long before she was screaming my name and cuming all over my cock. I kept fucking her with long hard steady strokes.

"Oh my god, Max, I think I could cum again. Are you close?" she asked.

"I can keep going for a while," I said with a grin.

"Good, I need a good hard fucking, it's been a far too long," and then her eyes rolled as she went into another orgasmic trance. Something, maybe a movement, in my periphery caught my eye, standing behind the glass that separates the foyer from the big living room stood my mother watching. She had on yoga pants and a form fitting sweat shirt. I continued my pounding of Mrs. Green. Mother quietly opened the door and entered the room, the look on her face was unreadable, so I kept thrusting into Mrs. Green, who was oblivious to my mother or anything else for that matter. Mother stopped a few yards away and removed her yoga slippers, and then her form fitting pants, her panties came off with her pants. God she looked good.

She stood next to the couch and watched me hammer away at Mrs. Green. My mother nodded toward Mrs. Green and I slowed my pace somewhat causing Barbara to open her eyes and see mother standing above her.

"Oh my God," she shouted when the whole scene came into focus. "I...I..."

"Shut up," was my mothers' only reply. My mother swung her leg onto the couch and lowered her smooth pussy onto Barbara's face. Barbara froze, and so did I, balls deep in her pussy.

"Eat me," was my mother's frank command and Barbara began licking voraciously at my mothers' pussy, paying close attention to her clit. I continued my assault of Barbara's pussy as she licked my mother near to an orgasm. Mother pulled off her sweat shirt and sports bra, her tits were magnificent. I reached for one as I pumped my hips and she slapped my hand away. I guess I can look but not touch. I didn't care, this scene was so erotic that I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls. Mother let out a deep moan and her body tensed with orgasm. That pushed me over edge as well; I pulled my cock out and let the first blast go. It was like throwing an eighty yard touchdown pass, the rocket of cum splashed off my mother's taut stomach and dripped down to Barbara who was still busily lapping up my mothers' cum, and now mine. The rest of my spunk splattered over Barbara's tits and stomach.

When my mother's breathing returned to normal she arose, ran her finger through the cum on her abdomen and stuck it in her mouth, she shrugged noncommittally.

"Clean up this mess, and fix me a salad, I'm starving," she said to Mrs. Green as she walked naked from the room.

"What the fuck just happened?" Mrs. Green asked me.

"I'm not exactly sure myself. I never guessed you were bisexual," I said to Barbara.

She sort of chuckled, "I wasn't until a few minutes ago. What was I supposed to do, tell her no?"

"No, that would have been a bad thing to do." I agreed.

"I've got work to do," she said rising from the couch and grabbing all the clothes mixed together on the floor. "I'll see you later, young man."

"I sure hope so," I thought to myself as I got up to go to my room to find something to wear. I put on a pair of shorts and sat on the bed to think. What game was my mother playing? She had watched me fucking Debbie, hell she had masturbated while she watched. She joined me when I was fucking Debbie's mother, though she didn't allow me to touch her, which was kind of a bummer. We've never been close, but this was bordering on the bizarre. I kind of liked bizarre. I'll go along with it and see where it leads, if the past few days were any indication, it could be fun.

The class 5A finals were to be held on a Saturday at one of the state college fields, which was very cool, groomed grass to play on. Our boosters traveled well and we had a massive cheering section. The game was back and forth, very little defense was played that day. We would score and then they would, it was late in the 4th quarter with the score tied. The other team was moving down into field goal position to win the game. Their quarterback handed off the ball and the running back was hit by one of our linebackers and the ball popped free and we recovered. I glanced up at the clock, only twenty two seconds and one timeout left, a few plays would be all I would get.

The first play was a pass to the sidelines, our receiver was clutch and grabbed the ball before going out of bounds, thirteen yard gain, the clock stopped with 18 seconds. I threw a bullet on the next play that netted us 34 yards but took valuable time off the clock. We were just out of field goal range with only 9 seconds left in regulation. The crowd was going nuts. I called timeout and went to the sidelines. Coach looked at me, "It's on you son, you're going to have to go for the end zone." I nodded and ran back to the huddle and called the play.

I got the ball on a shotgun snap, the rush was on and I had to step up into the pocket, I saw my receiver streaking clear down the sidelines and I threw a laser on a rail in his direction. I got hit just after I released the ball and was buried under a heap of bodies. I heard our crowd roar, touchdown, we had won with no time left on the clock.

After much on field celebrations I was approached by a scout for the college we were playing at, it was a state school and offered probably my best shot at starting.

"I'd sure like to have a sit down with you, son. Heck of a game you played there, you'd look good playing on this field next season," he said rapping me on the shoulder, I had taken off my pads and only wore a sweat covered half shirt.

"I look forward to it," I said with a self-satisfied grin. Something over his shoulder caught my attention, something more miraculous than throwing a TD to win the state championship, more miraculous then being offered a scholarship to a major division 1 college; it was my mother standing on the sideline watching me come off the field.

"You came," I said, nearly in tears, I was not aware that she'd ever seen me play. If I hadn't of been covered in sweat I would have picked her up and hugged her.

"It might been my last time to see you compete in such barbarism," she said with a shrug.

"You'll be able to watch me on television this fall, I was just offered a scholarship to play here," I raised my arms to the stadium.

She looked at the ground and then at me, I actually think I saw a tear in her eye, she coughed, "I am proud of you," she said flatly. "You have done very well for yourself."

I put my hand on my heart, "Thank you, mother, that was very," I paused, collecting my thoughts. "Very kind of you to say."

"Well, yes. I am going to drive back home now, I will see you when you get there, I suppose," she nodded toward where Edwin waited by the car. I walked over to join him as he opened the door to let her in. After the door was shut he grabbed my hand, "Well done lad, well done. I'm so glad I got to see you in your moment of triumph." His wide grin nearly broke his face in half. The window rolled down, "I'm ready to depart, Edwin," my mother stated. I gave her a wink and let Ed climb in the car, I think I saw a slight smile as the window went back up.

When the bus pulled into the packed school parking lot later that night and the doors to the bus opened our marching band started playing and the crowd that waited for us began to cheer. It was one of those moments that I would never forget.

Carrie leaped into my arms as I made my way to the locker room. "You are so getting laid tonight," she said eagerly.

"Let me shower and we'll close the deal," I grinned broadly.

And just about an hour later Carrie and I were going at it in the back seat of my Dodge Ram 2500. She straddled my lap and ground her pussy while riding my cock as I sucked on her glorious tits. It wasn't a romantic first time, it was pure unadulterated fucking, no candles, no romantic music, unless of course you count AC/DC blaring Hells Bells through the cab of my truck romantic. It was a perfect first time, something we both needed, we could have romance later.

The night was filled with drinking and celebrations, we were state champions. I realized that I had my limit with beer and excused myself from the festivities. I dropped Carrie off at her car and gave her a kiss goodnight and proceeded home. It was probably near midnight and all I wanted was that whirlpool. I came in through the back door and made my way through the patio with the intention of going to my room to get my swim trunks. A dim light from the main living room caught my eye so I peeked around the corner to see who was up watching TV this late.

Then I noticed what was on the TV, it was porn. An older lady was riding a young guy for all he was worth, the older lady screamed "Give it to momma." My own pristine mother was watching incest porn, holy shit. I approached the couch, not being quiet or stealthy. My mother's head turned slightly acknowledging my presence. She was wearing her satin robe, it was open in the front revealing her extraordinary body. One finger was making circles on her clit while the other stroked a small vibrator between her lips.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already rock hard cock and started stroking it, she glanced over her shoulder once and returned to watching the scene on the TV. I was intent on watching her as I stroked my engorged member. The whole scene was too erotic to comprehend, my mother fucking herself while watching porn and me beating off while watching my mother please herself. Just as her breathing became more erratic I groaned loudly and leaned forward toward her, my cock just over her left shoulder. Cum blew from my cock and landed on her chest and stomach, she groaned with perverse pleasure as her body shook. My balls tightened and the second load grazed her cheek and covered her beautiful tits. I leaned forward even more knowing the last load would dribble out unceremoniously onto her chest. As the last of my cum dripped onto her body she bucked with a powerful orgasm and lay panting.





When she finally recovered she used her index finger to shuffle the smear of cum from her cheek, she gave it a sniff and promptly plopped it into her mouth, savoring the flavor. She rose from the couch and gave me a stern look.

"Good night, Max," she said as she walked regally away.

Holy crap, was it ever a good night...





Wicked Mother Ch. 03





The saga of Max and his mother continues.


The holidays were a blur; I split time between my mother and father. He was leaving for South America just after the New Year on a business trip; it had something to do with oil exploration. I saw Carrie a few times over the holidays, though she was out of town a lot visiting relatives in other states. I did get an offer from the university that I wanted to attend, so things weren't so bad. Well, not until the second week of the New Year. And then we got the news. My father was on one of those rigs out just off the coast and there was a fire and an explosion, he was killed instantly.

So there I was, I had the world by the short hairs and then this happened. What the hell was I to do now? His body was returned to the states and there was a burial a few days later. My mother even attended, though I had a hard time telling if she was upset, sad or indifferent to the whole ordeal. She didn't say much and she didn't shed a tear, she just stood there impassively and took in the whole event. The next Monday was the reading of the will at his company office.

There must have been a dozen attorneys in attendance and there I was at the head of the table, in his chair. My mother sat unemotionally by my side, her chin held regally high. She never showed any emotion during the reading of the will, even when they pronounced that the company, the house and all my father assets were to go to me and me alone. I was stunned, millions, maybe even billions were now mine.

Mr. Franklin, the COO of the company, approached me after the reading.

"Max, I want you to know that when you are ready this company will be waiting for you," he stated as he put a hand on my shoulder.

"I don't know anything about running an oil company, heck, I'm just a kid that plays football," I answered back.

He laughed, "Your father didn't know anything about the oil business either when he first started, I think it's in your families blood. Your grandfather sponsored a program at the university that you're attending; it's a degree in the oil production business. Gear your studies towards that and you'll be up to speed in no time. And while you're gone we'll keep things operating like business as usual. Sound like a plan, son?"

"Sounds like a great plan to me, Mr. Franklin, and thank you," I said shaking his hand.

Strangely enough, that was the easy part, dealing with my mother would be the task of a lifetime however. She knew even before she stepped foot in the luxurious office complex what her fate would be. As she had stated previously, she wasn't a blood Kaiser, that duty fell to me. I had a few options, either I send her off with a crap load of money so she could start a new life or I let her stay in the house and things would go as they always had, maybe. I just didn't know where her mind was at and that worried me.

When I got home I went to my room and took off my suit and changed into my workout gear. I figured a few minutes in our home gym would do me wonders. Hitting the weights always cleared my head. I found Ed and gave him my suit to be dry cleaned. He expressed his condolences and quickly disappeared. A few minutes later I was smashing the weights off my chest and feeling a bit better about life. Carrie sent me a few texts, she was in upper Michigan visiting her grandparents, and wanted to check up on me, that helped my mood. She sent me a few well posed boob pics, what a cool girl, and no, you can't see them. As I started on the second set of bench presses the door to the gym opened and in walked Debbie and her mother, Barbara.

"Max," Barbara said. "We just wanted you to know that if you need anything we're here for you."

I smiled, "Thanks, I just need to think on a few things before I make any major decisions," I told them. "Oh, and I would avoid my mother for the time being, I haven't got a good handle on how she's feeling about all this yet."

"Well I'm sure she's not happy. She just lost her sole income and now you are in charge of the family fortune, I would guess that she's a bit worried right now," Barbara suggested.

I thought about it for a few seconds, "I'm not going to abandon her, I just want things to stay the way they are, we were actually heading in a good direction before all this happened."

"You should tell her that, Max," Debbie suggested. "Tell her that you will see to all her needs." She said 'all' a bit oddly I thought.

Barbara laughed, "That may not be the best way to put it, Max," she was obviously thinking about the last time the three of us were together.

"I know, I have to walk a razors edge when I talk with her. This whole thing is so frustrating," I stated.

Debbie stepped forward and pressed against my sweating body, "There is one way I know to deal with frustration," she said with a sly grin.

Her mother came forward and pressed against my arm, "I think Debbie is on to something, Max."

Debbie had already been stroking my cock through my shorts when her mother leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth. My shorts went down a second later and Debbie dropped and engulfed my now blood filled organ. Barbara, her mother, stripped off her top to reveal her pert globes and hardened nipples, which I judiciously took between my lips.

I groaned as I looked down at Debbie, "You should help her out," I suggested to Barbara.

Barbara lowered herself down and ran her tongue over my shaft as Debbie licked the knob of my cock. It was an awesome sight watching mother and daughter slobber over my cock together, especially when their tongues intertwined. It had been a while since I had been laid and my cock was feeling the effect of their ministrations.

"Oh shit," I said out loud. "I think I'm going to cum."

Barbara pulled back as her daughter engulfed my shaft nearly all the way to my balls, "Don't hold back baby, let it go, this is for you," Barbara offered with an evil grin.

I moaned loudly, "I'm going to cum," I sort of mumbled. The next thing I knew I was shooting the first jet in Debbie's mouth, she pulled my cock free and aimed the second blast at her mother's face, which careened across her nose and cheek. The third and final eruptions blasted Debbie's chin and upper lip. I was spent. Barbara grabbed Debbie by the chin and began licking the cum off her daughters face, which nearly got me hard again.

They both stood up covered in cum, "You needed that," Barbara stated with a short laugh.

"Yes I did, though I doubt I can go back to my workout now," I chuckled as well.

As I went to retrieve my shorts I glanced at the square window of the door to the home gym and saw my mother peering in. She gave me a noncommittal glare and disappeared from sight.

Things were tense around the mansion after that, my mother would rarely speak to me and she seemed to avoid being alone in the same room with me. I really didn't care about the sex or the possibility of it, I was miffed by her constant avoidance of me. I really couldn't think of what to do next. And then an idea occurred to me, I remembered Kathy, her sister in Texas, so I reached out.

The phone rang twice and Kathy answered, "Hello," her cheery voice sounded on the end of the line.

"Kathy, it's Max," I informed her.

"Max?" she sounded puzzled.

"Yes, Max, your nephew," I replied.

"Is something wrong?" she asked wearily.

"No, everything is fine, well sort of. Did my mom tell you that my father was killed in a rig explosion?"

"No, Max, I hadn't heard. I'm sorry to hear that, are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm as well as can be expected, but that's why I called," I replied with a bit of a pause.

"Go on," she said, a bit of concern masked her voice.

I took a deep breath, "Well, mother isn't handling the whole thing very well."

"I wouldn't expect that she would, can you be a bit more specific, Max," Kathy asked.

"Well, I don't think she's that upset about my father, I think she's worried that I now control the estate."

"I see, she's more concerned about her own welfare than she is about her ex-husband passing away, that sounds like her," Kathy remarked.

"How do I explain to her that I'm not going to abandon her. I don't know what she wants really," I told her.

"What do you want for her?" Kathy asked.

"See, that's the problem. I don't know if she wants me to give her a bunch of cash and let her get a fresh start somewhere else, or if she wants to stay here and continue life as normal," I explained.

There was a silence for a brief time, "Have you asked her?"

"She won't even talk to me, Kathy, how can I even bring up something like that," I told her.

"Okay, here is what you need to do, Max. Take her away from there, get her away from her comfort zone, take her someplace that nobody knows her. The Caribbean, Aruba or the Bahamas, someplace that she can relax without the walls and pretenses that she feels in that stuff shirt town," Kathy suggested.

"That's a very good idea, Kathy," I told her. "Maybe a trip to Aruba would be just the thing. We could talk as two people, instead of angry mother and son."

"Exactly, as long as you are around people she knows she has to make airs for them, she won't come off of her snotty self, you have got to free her of her inhibitions, and then you will get the truth," Kathy explained.

"Thanks Kathy, I owe you one," I said with a grin, remembering how hot my mother's younger sister was.

"Yes you do, Max. And I won't forget it. Good luck, stud," she said as she hung up the phone.

I was on the computer a few minutes later booking an all-inclusive trip to Aruba. Now I just had to convince the queen of hate to accept my offer.

I made it a point to be up when she was the next morning so I could broach the idea about spending a week on the resort island, away from this town where everyone kept a watchful eye on our family. Aruba was one of my favorite resorts, white beaches, plenty of women and liquor.

I walked into the kitchen and mother stood against the sink in her famous white silk robe looking out the large picture window at the landscaped garden. Her outline was amazing.

"Mother," I began, she jerked ever so slightly, I'm not totally sure if she knew I was there.

"Yes, Max," she said without turning.

"I'm not exactly sure what's going on with you or how you're taking all of this. It really did come on so fast." I took a breath. "But I do know that we need a break, both of us."

Her head turned slightly in my direction, "What do you mean, Max?"

Another deep breath, "I thought we would get away for a week. I'm doing well enough in school that missing a few classes won't hurt me."

She turned to face me, her coffee cup clinched between her fists and her robe was parted just enough that I could see her ample cleavage and one sculptured thigh, I swallowed hard. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Uh, well," I stumbled. "I booked us at a resort in Aruba, if that's alright."

She didn't say anything, and she took a long breath and then sipped her coffee. Her eyes met mine, and to tell you the truth, I couldn't read a damn thing on her face. "Aruba huh," she scowled as if I had said Iraq or Afghanistan. "When do we leave?"

I released the breath that I didn't realize that I had been holding, "Next Saturday. We fly out in the morning."

She tapped a long nail on her coffee mug, "I'll need some new clothes," she said flatly. That confused me briefly, until I realized that she needed money and that I was now the executor of the bank account.

"Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought about that." I said reaching for my wallet. "Here, take this." I handed her a black American Express card. "Get what you need. I should probably get a new suit and some new swim trunks, myself." I suggested.

She flicked the card with one manicured nail, took a sip of coffee and left the room. Leaving me standing there with no more idea where her mind was than before I had entered the kitchen.

The next day at school I explained to Carrie what I was doing, and though she wasn't happy that I was leaving town for a week, she understood. When I got home on Thursday night I logged on to my computer and went to the credit card site to see what mother had been up to with the card. I wasn't worried about the money mind you, but, um, I was worried about the money. See how that works. She hadn't spent too awful much, well not for her anyway. A few hundred at the swim suit shop, a few hundred at some of the better clothing stores and nearly a thousand at Victoria Secrets. What in the blue hades did she buy there I wondered.

It was then I heard her call my name, "Max, could you come here for a minute," she barked from her room at the far end of the long hall. I took a deep breath and headed that direction. I mentally had to make myself stand erect, like an innocent and yet defiant man going to the gallows. I tapped on the door lightly, "You wanted to see me, mother."

"Yes, come in," she ordered. When I entered the room she stood there in her robe, seriously, is that all she wears? "I want you to tell me if this suit is proper for the island," she stated with little to no emotion. How can a woman be that devoid of feelings? Her robe fell from her shoulders and she stood before me in a white bikini, one that accentuated every curve of her luscious body. The bottom was cut high on her hips and the top pushed her tits together so they seemed ready to extract themselves from the material.

My eyes grew slightly, and I'm not ashamed to say so did my cock as well. Her head cocked slightly as she waited, "That is very nice, mother," I said with a gulp, appreciating every curve. "Could you turn so I can see the back?" I asked a little too forcefully, nearly a command.

A slight parting of her lips was the only reaction I received before she turned around so I could see her ass. It was spectacular. The suit cut between her cheeks and rode high on her tan hips. I so wanted to reach out and grab that butt with both hands, but I restrained.

"Well?" she asked.

"It will do nicely. Is that all you bought?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"No, I bought a few other items that might come in handy." she stated sharply, my cock gave a lurch knowing that she had spent the bulk of the money on lingerie. She walked to the dresser and pulled forth an item and walked straight to me, her solid boobs didn't even bounce with her steps. She stopped just short of pressing her breasts into my chest.

"Here is your card back," she paused and looked into my eyes. "Thank you."

"Anything you need, mother, just ask," she stopped as she was walking away and turned toward me, "I have to ask?" she questioned.

I stiffened, gathered my resolve, "That is something we will discuss in Aruba." I said with as much non-emotion as I could muster.

She tightened that damnable robe around her waist, "I suppose we will," and she left the room.

I went directly to the servants' quarters. I should describe their quarters I suppose. The maids and butlers, Edwin and the rest, lived in the west wing of the complex or mansion. They have their own well-furnished apartments, exclusive entrances; their own garage's as well access to a pool, gaming area and gym. It's not a bad gig really. My father actually cared about the help, as opposed to my mother, who doesn't.

I knocked on Barbara's door, "Mrs. Green?" I said softly. The door opened and Barbara stood there in a pair of sweats pants and t-shirt.

"Max, what is the matter?" she asked.

"I need to talk, are you busy?" I asked, her husband worked on one of our companies rigs in the gulf, I knew he wouldn't be home for a few months.

"Come in, Max. What is bothering you?" she asked.

I chuckled, "What is always bothering me, Barbara? It's my mother of course." I let her know, though I'm sure she suspected that already.

"Does this have to do with the trip you are planning this next week?" she asked. I think I mentioned it to Debbie during a recent sex session. Yeah, I tend to talk after fucking, it's a flaw.

"Yes, exactly," I began. "What do I do once I have her alone in Aruba. I know we have to discuss finances and all, but what about, well you were there, you know what happened that night between you, her and I."

She paused, "Let me think for a minute, Max." She took a deep breath and then looked into my eyes, "She wouldn't have done what she did that night unless there are feelings there. But," she said forcefully. "I would not push her in that direction unless it goes there naturally. She is going to be on edge about where she stands with you with regards to her finances and her future. She hasn't been the best mother to you and now she's worried that you will hold that against her." She paused again, "What are you thinking in that regards, Max?" she asked.

I sighed, "I just want her to know that I will continue to allow her the lifestyle that she's used to, but at some point she needs to be my mother and not just the lady that birthed me and lives in the same house."

Barbara nodded, "Understandable." She tapped her lip thinking, "Let me ask you this, Max. What if she decides to take things in another direction, more specifically, what if she wants you to become your fathers' replacement?" she asked as she looked at me quizzically.

I tried to reason it out in my mind, would I or not be open to that sort of thing, who was I kidding, right? "I'm not saying I haven't considered it, but the situation would be wrought with peril. She's not the easiest woman to get along with, for one. For two, what if things went south, it's not like we can just get a divorce. And for three, she has never allowed me to actually touch her, so I'm not sure what her intentions in that area lay; maybe it's just a weird kink for her."

"You could be right, I think you are right not to pursue it, not until you are sure anyway and even then you would be treading on thin ice with her, one wrong move and she'll have a team of attorneys going after the family fortune." she suggested, and I agreed.

"It always boils down to money, doesn't it?" I stated.

"That's life Max my boy, that is life." Barbara acknowledged. "I wouldn't want to be in your shoes, young man." Barbara chuckled, "But I wouldn't mind being in your shorts right now."

If you could actually see my face when she said that, I'm smiling, well wouldn't you? I stood up and gently pushed my shorts and briefs down to mid-thigh, my cock sprang forward. I gave it a few strokes to get it up to full mast, which didn't really take much. I've never understood porn stars that were about to fuck a beautiful woman and they were limp. I don't know that I've ever been in a sexual situation that I wasn't hard as a rock, maybe that's just me.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" I asked slyly.

"You know it is. It's such a lovely cock and the back drop of those tight abs isn't bad either," she said boosting my already inflated ego.

"Do you want it?" I questioned, giving the shaft a shake in her direction.

"You want me to beg don't you?" she asked. "You're turning into a dominate aren't you, Max."

I'd never really thought about it before, but I was kind of getting off on ordering my sexual partners around and having them obey my commands, huh, maybe I was becoming a dom.

"Does that turn you on, Barbara?" I asked.

"You have no idea. My husband is weak when it comes to sexual situations; I like to give myself to my man completely. It gets me off knowing that I'm not in control of what I am expected to do." she told me.

"Well if it gets you off, then I'm sure it will get me off as well," I said as I pulled her head towards my very waiting cock. The woman was an expert at giving head. She licked, sucked, spit and then licked and sucked some more. I probably could have cum rather easily from her ministrations, but I wanted laid. I pushed her back onto the bed and pulled off her sweat pants, no panties, such a good girl. I dropped to my knees just off the edge of the bed and ran my tongue between her well-formed lips until I found her nub, which I circled a few times before going back to her wet vagina. She was soaked, and I was rock hard and ready to fuck. I flipped her over onto her stomach and spread her legs slightly. I put my knees on the outside of her ass and parted her butt cheeks until her little wet hole was exposed.





"Don't get any ideas back there, big guy," I hadn't realized what she must have been thinking.

"Oh," I stammered and then laughed. "I wasn't going to do that."

"It's not that I mind that, but it has to be prepared before you just ram it in." she informed me.

"You'll have to show me what you mean by prepared, sometime. But for now, this is what I want," I said pressing my cock between her well lubed pussy lips. She moaned loudly as I slid it home.

"So good, Max. Don't go easy on me, do me hard baby," she said with a groan of pleasure.

I had one hand on the back of her neck and the other on one butt cheek as I started pumping my cock into her for all I was worth. I didn't hear the door open behind me, but I did hear Debbie exclaim, "Mother, that's not fair."

Barbara was too far gone to care that Debbie had walked in and was now in the process of stripping off her clothes. I kept pounding into Barbara's wonderful pussy as Debbie pressed her tits into my back. I felt her hand reach between my legs to fondle my balls, man did that feel good. I'm just like most guys, I can fuck for a while until something happens that pushes me over the edge and then I'm pretty much done for. And when Debbie came to her mother's side and reached under her and began stroking her clit, I knew I wasn't long for this scene. Barbara began to moan loudly, and summoning nearly every biblical name I could think of, her body shook violently and she let out one final "Oh.My.God" before she came. Debbie forcefully pushed me off of her mother and lay beside her on her back, "Finish in me, Max," she begged.

No idiot on this planet would turn that down, least of all this idiot. I had to give my shaft a bit of a squeeze as I pull out of Barbara, yes, I was that close. I got between Debbie's outstretched legs and within three strokes I had bottomed out. Barbara rolled to her side, one hand slid down to strum her daughter's clit as her lips enveloped one of her nipples. Yep, that was my cue. My balls tightened, my ass cheeks clinched, I even think my toes might have curled up and I yelled out, "Oh shit," for some reason that had become my 'go to' signal that I was cuming. Do all guys have that?

Debbie shuddered and groaned as my balls started to empty their payload. Barbara rubbed her daughter's clit with wild abandon as she bucked below her. My cock twitched erratically and my body froze above her in erotic bliss.

Debbie was the first to regain her senses, "Fuck, I needed that," she cooed.

"So did I baby," her mother supplied. "Now let's get you cleaned up, stud," she said as she extricated my softening phallus from her only child's vagina. She used her deft tongue and mouth to clean off the mixture of mine and Debbie's juices. That was so erotic to watch that I felt my cock twitch with glee. "No big boy, not happening," I informed my cock in my own mind.

The next evening, Friday if you're keeping track, I went over to Carrie's house to see her before I left for Aruba. Her mother answered the door and ushered me in. Laura Knight looked much like her daughter, her butt might be a bit plumper and her boobs a bit fuller, but they looked like sisters in the face. Her father was a big man, nearly my own height. He had a full beard, just a bit of gut, huge arms and a barrel chest. He had been in the service for nearly thirty years, and deployed to nearly every hot spot in the world. He had a purple heart and a navy cross, he was a badass.

"Ah, there he is, the hero of our alma mater," said Jack 'Jackknife' Knight as he stood from his recliner to greet me with a crushing handshake. Jackknife, as he's known in our town, for his exploits during the early 90's on the football field, was a living legend.

"Hero," I laughed. "You're the one with all the medals and the purple heart, I just throw passes."

"Yeah, but you throw them damn well, son, you remind me of me when I was that age," he said, finally releasing my hand from his death grip. "Sit down, sit down. Did I ever tell you about the time we won the state championship in 93?"

"Father, you are not going to go into that long story again are you? Max has heard it at least a dozen times." Carrie said as she entered the room. Her father laughed and pulled Carrie into his lap and gave her a hug. A pang of jealousy twisted my stomach, what I wouldn't give to have even one of my parents treat me like that.

"It's alright Carrie, I like listening to his stories," I told her, and I was being completely honest. He might have been the closest thing I had to a father right now.

"How's your mother?" Mrs. Knight asked, a tone of sympathy edged her voice.

"She's holding up, Mrs. Knight. Though I'm not really sure how everything has affected her, she isn't one for showing a lot of emotion," I said with a shrug.

"No, no she's not," Mrs. Knight agreed.

"That's why I'm taking her to Aruba, hopefully it will get her mind off of things and maybe she'll let her guard down enough to at least let me know what she's feeling." I supplied.

"I wouldn't count on that, boy. That woman can be as hard as summer clay when she sets her mind to it." Jack said before taking a pull from his beer.

"Father!" Carrie chided him. "That is no way to talk about someone."

"It's true nonetheless, isn't it Max." Jack asked.

I sighed, "Sadly, he's right. She is a hard nut to crack." I said with a shrug.

"Did I ever tell you that I dated your mother?" Jack asked me as he sat his beer on the table. The statement took me by surprise and I just sat there staring.

"I wouldn't call what you two did dating exactly," Mrs. Knight interjected.

"No, I suppose not," Jack said thoughtfully. "I kind of filled in for your father while he was off learning about the oil business, it was harmless fun, they weren't married yet."

"Just think Max, had things gone differently we could have been brother and sister," Carrie said jokingly. I just stared at Jack.

Carrie jumped up off her father's lap, "Let's go to Sonic and get a cherry limeade," she said promptly. Just a side note, if you haven't had a cherry limeade from Sonic, you're missing out on one of life's great pleasures.

Jack reached for his wallet, "Do you need some cash Max?" he asked.

That made me laugh, "No, Mr. Knight, I think I've got it covered."

Jackknife laughed as well, "I sometimes forget about you are a Kaiser, you've always been so down to earth, not like rich people in the movies."

"I'll take that as a complement, Mr. Knight," I said taking his hand, grimacing even before his vice grip drained the blood from my fingers.

Carrie and I got our drinks and headed out for old bridge road. There were a few scattered cars and pickups parked along the big open area near the river. I raised the arm rest and pulled Carrie to me in an embrace.

"I'm going to miss you, baby doll," I told her. "I wish I could take you with me, but I think I need some time alone with my mother."

"Max, I understand completely. Go get things sorted out with her; you know I'll be here when you get back. And I'll send you plenty of hot pictures so you won't forget me," she said with a mischievous grin.

I grinned as well, "I love you, baby doll," I said pulling her closer until our lips met. It wasn't long before my hand found its way under her loose sweat shirt to squeeze one of her magnificent boobs. She moaned into my mouth as her tongue intertwined with mine.

"Let's get in the back," she suggested, or ordered, I'm not sure which, nor did I care.

We slid into the back seat and hurriedly pulled off our pants and I drug her onto my lap. She was kissing me with as much passion as I've ever felt from her as she lowered down on my waiting and extremely hard cock. I moaned as her luscious pussy enveloped my shaft.

"You feel so good, Carrie," I said, barely able to speak due to the pleasure I was feeling.

"Oh Max, you fill me up so well, I love the feel of your cock in my pussy," she said between cock hardening kisses. I realized that I wasn't even thrusting into her; just the feel of her walls gripping my cock was all I needed.

Unromantically I pulled up her shirt and moved her bra so I could put my lips on her beautiful nipples, which hardened under my ministrations. Her moans and chirps of delight caused my hips to lurch, plunging my erection deeper into her ever slick pussy.

"Fuck me, Max. Fuck me so hart that I'll be sore until you get back," she begged. I twisted until she was laying on her back and I loomed above her, her knees were somewhere near my chest, her luscious breast were quivering with delight and her angelic face wore a mask of ecstasy. I braced my feet on one door and my hand on the other and I went to work. My cock pistoned like a well-oiled V8 in and out of her ever increasingly wet hole; she grunted and moaned with every stroke. Her nails dug into my triceps every time the head of my blood filled cock hit her cervix.

"Harder Max, I'm getting close, fuck me harder," I obliged willingly as my hands found new purchase on the molded plastic of the trucks interior and I continued my relentless bombardment of her pussy, feeling the pleasure of every stroke into this beautiful creature that lay below me. Her breaths became short and her moans became chirps which rapidly turned into near screams of pleasure.

"I'm cuming," she said in short rasps, "I'm cuming, cum with me Max, cum with me, lover," she begged heatedly between gasps. The tingling rapidly cascaded through my loins and I stiffened, her legs wrapped around my back and my arms went rigid as I released inside of her. She ground herself against me, shuddered and bucked as the wave of pleasure swept over her. It was all I could do not to fall against her as I nearly buckled with exhaustion and desire.

"God Max, that was great," she said with a beautiful grin. "That should hold me over until you get back."

I lowered my head until my forehead rested against one of her perfect breasts, I was breathing as hard as I ever had in a game. "I already miss you, baby doll."

The ride to the airport was quiet as my mother stared stoically out the window of the Maybach as Edwin drove us to the airport. We were checked into first class and seated before any of the other passengers as the plane taxied on the runway.

"Are you looking forward to relaxing on the beach, mother?" I asked, trying to break the tension that had developed since we had left the mansion.

She turned to me, her look unreadable, "Yes," she said simply as she turned toward the window of the plane, "Among other things."





Wicked Mother Ch. 04





Josh and his mother, the final chapter...


When the plane reached cruising altitude the first class Wi-Fi came on, my phone buzzed in my hand, it was a text from Carrie.

"How's it going, stud?" read the message.

I smiled, there was also a picture attached of her on all fours in front of a mirror, what an ass that girl had. "It's been fairly quiet so far, baby doll," I texted back.

"Who are you talking to?" my mother asked.

"Carrie," I replied.

"Oh her, I was hoping you had outgrown that one by now," she said flatly before taking a sip from her wine glass.

"We've actually gotten pretty close lately," I said with a shrug. "I doubt I outgrow her anytime soon."

"I don't think it's a good idea that you keep seeing her," she said as she finished off her first glass of wine, one of many I suspected.

"Why is that mother?" I inquired.

"To be perfectly honest, she does not meet Kaiser standards," she said in that emotionless voice.

I laughed, "You do realize that I am the sole remaining Kaiser, right? Father is gone, all his family is gone, I'm it, Mother."

"You have the honor of the name to maintain, and that means marrying someone that equals your own station," she sniffed.

"Like you and father?" I almost growled. "If you hadn't noticed, you two didn't work out so well."

She sat stoically and stared out the window. The flight attendant brought her another wine, which she promptly took a draw of.

"Mother," I began. "How well did you know Jack Knight?" I noticed a barely perceptible twitch of her lip at the mention of his name.

"I knew him when I was in school. Nothing more," she adjusted her seat. "Why, what did he tell you?"

I sensed that I hit on a nerve, "He said that the two of you went out a few times."

She sniffed haughtily, "I wouldn't say we 'went out', more like he kept me entertained when I was bored. It all really does not matter, it was before I married your father."

I let the subject drop, but it did begin the wheels in my mind turning and certain suspicions began bubbling up, I would have to revisit this topic with my mother at a future date. She stood and moved passed me into the isle as she proceed to the bathroom. When she returned she asked me to switch seats so she could stretch out without the bulkhead becoming a hindrance. I slid over, grabbed my pillow, eased the chair back and leaned my head against the wall of the plane as I stared out the window. Mother reclined her seat as well and wrapped herself in a blanket, I closed the small window and it wasn't long before we both drifted off.

I don't know how long I had been asleep; I think it was only a matter of minutes, the cabin was fairly dark since it was still early morning. My mother, still wrapped in her blanket had her head on my leg and was sleeping soundly, she held my left forearm in her hand and my left hand rested dangerously close to her left boob. She wore a white pants suit, with a top that fit snugly against her body, she had removed the thin jacket before she nodded off.

I adjusted my position, pretending I was still asleep and my hand moved to cover her breast. She didn't stir. Her erect nipple was poking into my hand, it was so hard and because of that my cock wasn't far behind. I pretended to move in my sleep so I could move my hand around her breast; it was so firm and ripe. I had to release the top button of my jeans to relieve the pressure on my erection. Mother stirred as I slowly manipulated her breast and her right hand came to rest on my cock, I froze. Just that slight touch had me as hard as a Minnesota pond in January.

I reached down with my free hand and slowly lowered the zipper, her hand adjusted to the new position. I waited to make sure her breathing hadn't changed and then I placed my hand upon hers and slowly began to run it up and down on the shaft, all the while still holding her breast in my other hand. The attendant walked by and smiled at me, but was none the wiser to my present condition due to the concealing blanket. The head of my penis had made its way out from under the band of my briefs so I gently ran my mother's hand over the head and then used it to push down my briefs so my whole cock was freed from its confinement. I paused, making sure my mother was still asleep, her breathing hadn't changed.

Determined that she was still asleep I wrapped her hand around my cock and began stroking it up and down very slowly, her soft hand felt so good against my skin. I ran it across my balls and then up the shaft, over the head and back down again. The whole scene was so surreal and erotic that I knew I wouldn't last long. I increased the tempo slightly and felt my balls begin to tighten which caused me to strengthen my grip around her hand that clutched my rock hard cock. A handful of strokes later my cock twitched and I felt the cum rising, I tensed and let out a weak moan.

What happened in the next split second will be forever burned into my mind. Just as the cum was to come boiling from my cock and painting my shirt, my mother slid forward with the speed of a cheetah and jerked my shaft into her mouth. She did not bob on it or allow it any further than just past her lips, but the bulbous head was locked between those botox lips as if it were held in a vise. I stiffened and gripped the arm rest like it was the only thing keeping me in the plane, my teeth were gritted to keep from yelling out and I came for what seemed to be an eternity. When I was finally spent my mother sat up casually and reached for her wine and took a long draw washing my cum down her throat. I stared at her, she gave me a noncommittal half shrug and said, "I didn't want you to make a mess." And then she turned in her chair, rewrapped the blanket around her and went back to sleep.

When we landed in Aruba it was midafternoon, we took a cab from the airport to the resort. The lady at the reception counter showed us to our private bungalow that sat adjacent to the hotel. The hut had a living area, a small kitchen, one bathroom and two bedrooms. I actually entertained the thought of getting a one bedroom place, but that would have been way too obvious.

I changed into my swim trunks, grabbed a towel and told my mother I was going to go check out the beach. After what had happened on the flight I was just a bit nervous to be around her just now. I bolted for the door and jogged down to the white sand beach. The water was a blue-green and the sun still shown hot even this late in the day. I spread out my towel and lay on my stomach to catch some late rays. The tunes were cranking through my ear buds and the sun was warming my back when something cold dribbled on my back causing me to jerk up out of my euphoria. I jerked the ear buds out and spun to my hip, mother was kneeling beside me with a bottle of sunblock in her hand. She was wearing and orange bikini that accented her tan skin, a bikini that left very little to the imagination.

"Mother!" I exclaimed.

"I didn't want you to burn." she explained.

"I think it's too late in the day to burn, but thank you," I said, acknowledging her attempt at something motherly.

"I'll rub it in," it wasn't really an offer as it was more of a statement of fact. She swung a leg over my butt and sit down roughly. Her hands rubbed in the lotion and kneaded my back muscles. She was right, she was good at massages.

"What shall we do tonight," she asked in an almost light hearted tone. Maybe getting her away from our home town was a good idea after all.

"I saw a restaurant just up the road when we drove in, we could walk there and I think I saw a club right across the street, if you feel like dancing." It was a long shot but I thought 'what the hell'.

She stopped massaging just for a split second as if contemplating my suggestion, "It sounds fun," she said before resuming her ministrations. She continued on for another five minutes and then jumped up off my ass, and spread her own towel out and lay down on her back, her firm breasts reached for the heavens.

After only a handful of minutes she sat up, "I'm going for a dip, want to join me?" she asked.

"I'll come down in a minute," I said, I did need a little time to let my erection subside.

I joined my mother in the water, she was in just past her waist, which wasn't much past my recently deflated chub, considering my height. So I went in a little deeper, I was fairly sure I would be getting excited being this close to her gorgeous body.

"So, um, mom," I began nervously. "Have you thought about the future at all?" She had sunglasses on so I couldn't read her eyes, not that they ever showed any emotion anyway.

"What about it?" she asked with a slight cock of her head.

"On what you want to do," I stumbled on. "An idea occurred to me on the flight."

"Was that before or after you used my hand as your personal fuck toy?" she said with a straight face, though I do think one eyebrow raised slightly.

My head dropped so I was looking into the water, "Yeah, uh...sorry about that," I apologized.

"Oh Max, don't be sorry. You're a teenager, you have needs. And besides I never said I didn't enjoy it," a soft smile touched the corners of her mouth, a beautiful mouth. "I've just never seen you that brazen around me before."

"I thought you were asleep," I mumbled.

She actually laughed, "So that makes it alright? I can jerk you off as long as I'm asleep?"

"Can we get back to the original topic, mother?" I asked, my cheeks had to be glowing red.

She shrugged, "I suppose, I was actually enjoying talking about that though. What was your epiphany on the plane?"

"Okay, I'm going to college in the fall, right. So I'll be there for four years, which will give you plenty of time to decide what you want to do. You can stay at the house like nothing has changed and I can come visit on breaks." I said, kind of proud of myself for having come up with the idea.

"Okay," she began, "but what if I don't want to stay there. What if I want to move and start over somewhere else, say, here in Aruba?"

I was taken aback and it must have shown on my face, "Oh, don't look so surprised, Max. You know I hate that place and all the gossip, maybe it's time for me to get a fresh start somewhere else."

I ran a wet hand through my hair, "If that's what you want to do, then I will support it I suppose."

She had her back to me now and I could clearly see the outline of her fantastic ass beneath the crystalline water, "Will you finance it as well, Max?" she asked.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her to me so that her back was against my chest, she took a sharp intake of breath, "As long as you promise to come to a few of my games."

She turned and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest, "I think I can manage that, Max." 'Who was this woman and what had she done with my mother,' I thought to myself.

We were largely silent as we walked to the restaurant. Mother was wearing a white sundress that had thin straps that crossed her tan shoulders. Her breasts stood up perfectly and her nipples were slightly hard as they poked through the fabric. I had on shorts and a white tank top that accented my sculptured arms and shoulders. It's a tourist trap, I was hoping to impress some college girls on vacation, do you blame me?

The dinner was great, lots of lobster and drinks. After dinner we made our way over to the night club across the street. We both danced, myself with a couple of college aged girls and mother ended up dancing with a younger man, not much older than me. The night was winding down and I was finishing off my drink when I glanced to where my mother was, she was slow dancing and the guy had his hand on her ass kneading it. It struck me wrong, or should I say it hit the alcohol wrong and I started for the dance floor. I grabbed my mother by the arm and pulled her away from the guy, "That'll be enough of that," I protested as I rose to my full height and leaned toward the guy. He gave me the once over and I guess decided that it probably wasn't worth a butt whipping; he backed off the dance floor and made a hasty retreat for the door.

Mother looked none too happy with me. "Why did you do that?" she asked as she glared at me. "I was having fun. If I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous."

Was I mad that some guy was fondling my mother, or was I mad that it wasn't me fondling my mother? In my present state I wasn't sure. I put my arms around my mother and took up the rhythm of the song. She put her arms around my shoulders and swayed to the music with me.

"That was very cute of you to come to your mother's rescue," she said with a wry smile.

"I couldn't just stand there and let some guy that I didn't know play with your ass, I'm your son after all," I said as chivalrously as I could muster.

She gave me an odd look, "I was really in no danger, he was harmless," she said pressing against me harder than was probably necessary.

The song ended and I was glad that my untucked tank top covered my crotch. We went to the bar and had one more drink before stumbling out into the street to make our way back to the bungalow. I somehow got the door unlocked and we fell into the room and onto the couch. Mother pulled herself up and straightened her dress.

"Be a dear and pour me a glass of wine, I'm going to change into something more comfortable," she said walking out of the room, her tight ass swayed invitingly as she walked away. I swayed to the kitchenette and found my mother's bottle of wine; I filled the glass to the brim. There was some scotch in the liquor cabinet; I'm not one for strong alcohol but what the heck, so I poured some over ice. I took a sip and nearly gagged. How does anyone drink that stuff I thought to myself, but after a couple of sips I sort of got used to it. I heard the door to the bedroom shut and I turned toward the sound. I nearly dropped my glass at what stood before me.

Mother, for once, wasn't wearing her white silk robe. She was wearing white however. She wore a white lace bra and matching panties, white garters that attached to pure white hose that contrasted perfectly with her bronzed skin. A thousand adjectives entered my drunken mind, stunning, exquisite, beautiful and extremely hot. I lumbered in her direction, holding out the glass of wine before me like the monster from the Frankenstein movies.

"Thank you, Max," she said as she took the glass. "What is it you are drinking?" She asked curiously looking at the amber liquid in my glass.

"Scotch," I slurred.

"Oh," she giggled. "You're going to regret that tomorrow. Have you ever had scotch before?"

"Nope," I replied, raising my glass in a toasting fashion as I took a swig.

She took my arm and pulled, "We should sit down," she laughed leading me to the couch. What a great idea, I thought to myself. Mother thinks of everything. The next few minutes were a blur really. I seem to remember her taking my glass and I definitely remember her straddling my lap. We kissed for a few minutes and she removed my shirt. The next thing I know she is pushing herself up my body lowering her pussy onto my face. She had moved the panties to the side as her lips came in contact with mine. In my drunken state I really didn't care whose pussy it was, I tore into it with wild abandon. I licked and I sucked and I licked some more. I drove a finger into it, and then another as I licked around her clit. She gyrated her hips moving her pussy with the rhythm of my tongue. I heard her breathing come in short bursts and her legs that were straddling my face began to quiver. I attacked her clit as she grabbed my hair and pulled me deeper into her sopping wet pussy.

I heard her cry out, "Oh, Max," as she convulsed with a violent orgasm. I kept up my oral ministrations until she pushed my head away. She rolled to the couch beside me, I was having trouble focusing. She was still panting with the after effects of her orgasm. The last thing I remember is her leading me to one of the bedrooms by my hand.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of bacon and a pounding headache. I stumbled into the kitchen where my mother stood in front of the stove wearing only the tank top that I had on the night before. Her little round butt cheeks poked out from the edges and a massive amount of side boob tried to force its way out of the top.

She grinned slyly at me, "Morning, Max, how do you feel?" she asked.

"Like shit," I replied. And then suddenly remembering bits and pieces from the night before, I froze. "Did we..." the accusation trailed off.

"No, Max," she said walking toward me in the most supple fashion. "You passed out as soon as you hit the bed." She patted my cheek as she walked toward the bedroom. "There is bacon and coffee on the counter. I'm getting changed for the beach."

I joined her on the beach an hour later. She was easy to spot, her bikini was bright yellow and highlighted her tan nicely. A myriad of men and guys my own age had strategically placed their own towels near hers. A few dispersed after I unfurled my own towel next to hers.

"Feeling any better?" she asked as I lay down on the towel.

"The coffee and bacon did the trick, along with a handful of aspirin," I said jokingly.

"Max," mother began. "I owe you an apology for what happened last night. You were drunk and I took advantage of it."

I stared out watching the sun play off the top of the blue-green water past the beach, "I think I probably would have gone along with it even if I were not drunk, plus I kind of owed you one." My head lolled in her direction, "You are really taking to this whole being away thing, aren't you?"

She nodded, "I hate that place, the memories of what I had to do to get there, and of what I became when I did." She paused and took a deep breath, "Can you ever forgive me, Max? I was such a bad mother, wasn't I?"

"Moderately bad, yes." I then reached out and ran a finger up her side and across her ribs, she shuddered at the light touch, "There is something you can do to make it up to me," I said in low, yet serious tone.

Without hesitation she said, "Anything Max, anything you ask, want or need."

I nodded and took a very deep breath, "Good, will you..." I paused momentarily, "put some of this on my back?" I said with a dreadfully serious expression as I handed her the bottle of sunblock.

"You little shit," Liz laughed taking the bottle and clunking it on his head as I rolled to my stomach.

"What did you think I was going to ask, Mother?" I chuckled. She slapped me hard on the butt as she straddled my backside.

"Do not tease me, Maximilian," she said before starting on my chiseled back. She sighed, "I like the beach, I like the warm weather, I think California or Florida would be good spots for me. Don't you agree Max?"

I raised my upper body slightly, "I think so, I really do," I answered. "Are you planning on moving soon or waiting a while?"

"I'll let you get settled into school before I make that decision," she said as she rubbed the lotion into my muscles.

That evening we went to a place to eat that also had a bar and dance floor. It was crowded and everyone was having a good time. After dinner we danced a couple of fast dances and then the music slowed down and mother snuggled into me.

"I love that you're so tall, it makes dancing with you so much more enjoyable than dancing with your father, he was so short," she mentioned his height in passing.

"Mother," I began, "Dad was a lot shorter than me, maybe 5'7", and you are what, 5'8" or 5'9", so where did my height and size come from?" I asked. She leaned away from me slightly and looked into my face, her eyes welled up and she buried her head into my chest again.

"Don't ask me that, Max. I do not want to lie to you, and that is something for the sake of both our lives that I cannot be honest with you about. Please try to understand," she nearly pleaded.





I held her tightly against me, "If you feel that strongly about it, then I won't pressure you into telling me. But I'm pretty sure we both know James Kaiser isn't my biological father, and I'm fairly sure I know who is."

She stared into my face again, her nails dug into my forearms, "You must not ever talk about this again Maximilian Augustus Kaiser, I will neither tell you that you are correct or mistaken. You are the last Kaiser and everything is yours as long as you acknowledge publically that James Kaiser is and was your father. Do you understand me, do you understand how important to both of our lives it is that you never speak of this again?" She was startlingly serious.

I sighed, "Yes, mother, I believe I do." I replied, though another thought entered my mind as I'm sure I'm not the only one. It all made sense, Jack Knight was doing my mother when my father was out of town. Mother got pregnant and she pinned it on James Kaiser, he did the right thing and married her. That is where my football prowess and height came from. That also makes Carrie my half-sister, a fact that I will have to take to my grave.

I was laying on a deck chair watching the moon and listening to the tide when my mother walked out of the bungalow wearing the token white silk robe, "Scoot over," she ordered. And I did, but just enough to allow her small butt on the edge, which made her snuggle close. She sat and listened to the tide with me for a bit and then stood.

"I'm going to bed," she said with a yawn. She leaned down to give me a kiss goodnight, something she never would have done at home. Our lips met for what was supposed to be a simple peck, her hand missed the arm of the chair and she fell into me and her mouth opened. Our kiss became a deep meaningful tongue brawling duel. As I reached up to steady her my hand slipped under her robe and was met with bare rib flesh, she moaned. I pulled my mother on top of me and one hand slid around to the back of her head pulling her in tighter, while the other found her perfectly formed breast, she groaned again. My shorts covered cock ground against her bare vagina as she moved her hips along its hardness, it was my turn to moan. She rose up and pushed my shorts down and gripped my shaft and then paused with my blood filled phallus only centimeters from her soaking pussy.

"Up until now it's been only harmless playing, if we do this it becomes extremely real, are you sure?" she asked.

In answer I placed my hands on her hips and pushed her down, her pussy glided easily onto my cock. She groaned with pleasure as the inches passed her lips slowly until she was sitting on my lap with my cock buried into her completely. She began to slowly gyrate on my lap, working my cock back and forth into her, she groaned with pleasure, I was speechless as my hands fondled her gorgeous tits, rubbing and pinching the diamond hard nipples. She leaned down to offer her tits to my mouth, her ass lifted a bit and I pumped into her releasing another round of moans and groans. I rolled her to her back, lifting her small frame easily and pinned her to the chair.

I began with a slow rhythmic assault on her vagina, my hands were braced on the back of the chair and my incessant strokes became more aggressive as I pumped into her. She raised her legs allowing me to go deeper, her breathing grew more rapid and her nails bit into my arms. Her mouth opened and what began as a moan became a primal scream of ecstasy as she came on my cock. It only took a minute for her to stop shaking and when she did I rolled her again and placed her on her hands and knees. I stood beside the chair and plowed her from behind, stabbing into her with everything I could muster; her pussy was like wet silk against my cock.

"Fuck me, Max, fuck me hard baby," she said loudly. "I'm cuming again, fuck, I'm cuming again..." she said between raspy breaths and she convulsed in orgasm. After her euphoria had subsided I started to put her on her back again, but she stopped me.

"I want to be on top, I want to see you when you cum," who was I to say no.

She planted her feet on either side of my hips and lowered herself onto my cock, her fine ass pumped up and down as she rode me into insensibility.

I groaned that I was close, at least that's what I thought I was saying, it probably sounded like a garbled mess. She moved off my lap and began stroking my cock with the occasional lick and suck thrown in for good measure. I felt the tingle and the stiffening of my body. The token "Oh shit," escaped my lips as my cock exploded onto her chest, neck and chin. She didn't stop stroking until ever drop of semen had left my body. My body was rocked with multiple spasms as I came back to reality. My beautiful mother was busily cleaning the cum from my abdomen with her tongue.

After I was sperm free, she crawled up to lay next to me, her hand lovingly stroking my spent cock.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

I couldn't lie, "I feel fucking great, how about you?"

"I've never cum twice while having sex, if that tells you anything," she said as she stroked my cock a bit more aggressively. "What do you think about what just happened?"

"Surprised, but not shocked," I replied. "I knew you were flirting and we were heading in a strange direction, I didn't think it would end up with my dick in you though." I chuckled.

"Honestly I didn't either, I thought we would just play, and that would be that," she informed me. "But I'm not upset that it did, I'm actually kind of happy."

"Why happy?" I asked quizzically.

"Because this is something we share together, it's kind of like a new beginning for us," she paused. "Oh I know you'll continue to see Carrie, which given the fact that you just fucked the shit out of your mother fails in comparison. But at least I have something to build on."

"True, it is a good starting point I suppose," I said, thinking about Carrie's hot little body, which was a fuller one compared to the one that lay next to me.

"You should probably stop fucking the help though, they will come to expect preferential treatment if they are banging the son of their boss," she said.

"Is that the old mother talking?" I asked.

"No, just a mother that is being sensible," she replied.

"Fair enough," I agreed.

"I think I'll start house hunting in Florida when we get back," she said bluntly. "I can fly to your games, the company does have a jet you know." She was silent for a minute, "What are you going to do with the house?"

"I really hadn't thought about it. I don't need anything that large, really," I considered it. "I guess I could put it on the market."

She laughed, "Good luck selling that monstrosity. I doubt anyone from our area could afford it." She gave me a few more strokes and looked down, "I think you're ready for bed," she said with a grin.

Epilogue:

The house did end up selling in only a few months. My not so wicked mother found a gorgeous house near the gulf in Florida and she even took Barbara and Debbie with her, they loved her new attitude once she returned from Aruba. Edwin stayed and went to work for the new owners. Mrs. Kraft, the librarian, fell in love with the art professor from a local community college. Carrie was offered a scholarship at the same college I attended and I bought a house there for us to live in while we were in school. Mom came to quite a few of my games and I visited her every chance I got. She was always very receptive when I came to Florida, Debbie and Barbara even joined in the family fun on occasion. I have yet to return to the oil company, Mr. Franklin is handling that, my present job keeps me quite busy. My present job you ask? If you turn on ESPN on Sunday night you might see my highlights, thanks to my genetics from Jack 'Jackknife' Knight!





