Outrage!
A mother's anger lands her in her son's pants.
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.

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Nora Roberts had just returned from her trip to pick out the best antiques to sell at her shop below their very feet. The top floor of the building she had turned into a warm, loving home for her family, or so she thought. She knew the troubles she and her husband were having, and she tried to spice things up once they were alone in their bedroom -- But not this! She couldn't believe what she was seeing as she stood in the doorway of her daughter's room.

"Yes daddy! Fuck me harder!" Julie, her once reserved daughter was moaning like a harlot as her father grunted as he pounded his cock into her cunt.

Her anger flared in her brown eyes. Her nails cut into the palms of her hands as Patrick fucked their twenty-year-old daughter from behind. She had wondered if he was fucking someone since it had been months since Patrick had even touched her. At least she was right on that account, Nora just didn't think it would be their own fucking daughter!

"Yes daddy! You're fucking me sooo good daddy! I'm cummmming!" Julie howled as her feet beat rapidly against her bed.

Slinking out of the doorway, her heart was breaking, all the years they were together wasted! Sneaking back down to the first floor, closing and locking her office, collapsing onto her desk crying her heart out. Wondering where she had gone wrong in their marriage? Had she not tried hard enough? Did she not dress sexy enough? She knew it couldn't be her body. She had kept herself fit and healthy so they could have as many years as they could have together. Yet, was that just another lie Patrick told her? So why? Why did he have to fuck their daughter when she was all the more willing to try out new things in their bedroom? Her dark brown hair dragged along the surface of her desk as her eyes peered over her forearms. Her anger had returned, as her mind began to race. Oh, it would be so simple to march up there and throw her husband and daughter out on their asses. Yet then she would never get her revenge. Plus, if her husband had crossed that fine line, why couldn't she? It was only fair, right? After everything she was willing to do to make their marriage work! Her finger tapped against her lips as she leaned back in her brown leather chair. Her eyes falling on her son's picture she always kept on her desk. Her daughter's and husband's pictures soon found their new home in the trash bin.

Nora wondered if her son has ever been with a woman before. She never saw him with a girl his age, but that just might be Jon waiting to keep them in the dark about it. Jon had a sneaky way about him. She bet he got that from her brother -- the drifter. She just hopped Jon didn't take after him in that way. Although Jon's interest in journalism might just be called drifting given how he wanted to be a foreign correspondent. However, due to the hours Jon spent at the schools newspaper she doubted he was getting into too much trouble, especially with the girls. A devilish smile formed on her lips knowing exactly what she was going to do. Looking at the time, knowing her son would be home soon. The hinge of the chair squeaked as she rose to her feet. If her stupid husband wanted to throw away their marriage so be it. She'll just get a younger, more attentive lover!

Her heels sounded on the steps. Her anger filled every inch of her body as she climbed towards her home. Her nostrils flared as she heard Julie's giggle filling her home. Nora didn't know how she was going to keep her cool. She wanted Patrick to be as hurt as she is when he finds out that he's been replaced by someone far younger.

"Hi Mom..." Julie began to say watching, confused, as Nora snubbed her as she walked past the kitchen.

"That's kind of..." Patrick quickly closed his mouth as his wife looked back at him. He had seen that look in her eyes before, he knew it was going to be a long night. Wondering what he had done as their bedroom door slammed shut.

"What's got Mom so upset?" Julie asked, as she poured herself and her father a drink. Smiling bashfully at him as she felt how wet she still was.

"I don't know," Patrick sighed, "maybe the pick didn't go as planned," he said, his fingers brushed along the back of his daughter's hand. Remembering how one day while Nora was at an auction upstate Julie had walked in nude while he was showering. Dropping to her knees, her sweet voice telling him that she could take care of him if Mom wasn't going to. He knew it was wrong, yet as Julie held his cock in her mouth it just looked so right. "Let's just keep out of her way for a while until she calms down."

"Okay... daddy," Julie whispered. She never wanted to hurt her mother, but if she wasn't going to take care of her father then she would. She knew of the problems they were having; it wasn't hard given how their voices traveled through the walls. She knew if it ever came out it would destroy her mother. That wasn't what she wanted, she just wanted to make her father happy. She knew they had to keep what they were doing as secret as they could. Turning her head as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Sighing into her mind knowing it would a while before she could feel her father back inside of her pussy.

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Jon groaned as he fell backwards onto his bed. His brown eyes stared up at the ceiling he couldn't believe his editor had asked him to do an article on sex. Not the kind you hear about in heath class, but what it's like to be with a woman. So that the rest of the kids wouldn't be so hesitant to experience it, or so put off by it whenever they had it. Nonetheless, how was he going to write it? He himself has never had that kind of relationship with a woman before. Could he just fake it? Would it be even believable if he did such a thing. Could he ask someone that's had sex before what it's like? Shaking his head at the thought, knowing he would just be laughed at for still being a virgin at the age of eighteen. Running his hand down his face, wondering what he was going to do.

"Don't you knock?!" Jon asked annoyed, not having to look to know that it was his sister.

"Jon, I don't have too, I'm your sister after all," Julie huffed.

"Uh-huh, what do you want?" Jon asked, they thought they were sneaky. They thought he didn't see how they acted around one another. Did they think he was a fool? If he knew something was going on, then it was only a matter of time before their mother found out; and lord knows he didn't want to be around when that happened.

"Mom is in a mood, so Dad wants us to stay out of her way for the night," Julie said, wondering if he knew what she and their father were doing, since Jon had been acting odd around her for a few months.

"Maybe it's just the two of you that she's mad at," Jon said pointedly, finally sitting up.

"I don't have any idea what you're talking about," Julie said, defensively.

"Sure you don't," Jon said, rolling his eyes.

"Just don't do anything that would upset Mom, alright?" Julie stated in that holier than thou voice.

"Maybe stop doing whatever it is you got going with Dad," Jon said to himself.

******

"Honey..." Jon's ears perked as he sat at his desk working on his homework. "Nora?! Where are you going?" He heard his father ask as he heard heels echoing on the hardwood flooring. "Are we supposed to be somewhere tonight?" Jon heard his father ask as he walked behind his mother. "What about dinner for the kids..."

"Take your damn hand off of me!" Jon sat straighter in his chair when he heard the venom in his mother's voice. His heart was hammering in his chest. He'd only seen his mother, or heard in this instance, this mad at his father twice, and that came to very expensive things being thrown around (His father of course, his mother knew better.)

"Whoa! Alright, alright, just tell me what's going on Nora?"

"Nothing that you need to know about..." Jon heard his mother sneer turning his blood cold. If it felt like it dropped ten degrees in his room, Jon didn't want to know what it was like outside of it. His heart leaped to his throat as those heels began to draw ever closer. The sweet scent of her perfume sounded his impending doom... or so he thought. Jumping in his chair as his mother knocked on his door. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you," Nora said, her lush, crimson painted lips curved into a motherly smile. Her lightly curled dark brown hair teased the tops of her breasts. Her brown eyes peered lovingly at her son as her elegant black dress hugged her body, a deep 'V' cut down the front of it. Allowing her son to peer at the sides and lush valley of her 32DD breasts. The fabric of the dress hugged her hip as it became taut at she cocked it to the right.

"W..." Clearing his throat. "What is it Mom?" Jon asked, looking up at his mother's six foot one inch frame, adding a few more inches due to her heels. He could never understand how some men were intimidated by a woman that was taller than they were. He sure wasn't. Even if she was his mother Jon knew beauty when he saw it. "Why is Dad doing whatever he's doing with Julie when he has Mom?" he asked himself. He knew if he had a woman as stunning as his mother, he sure wouldn't be fooling around on her. His eyes followed her body as she sashayed further into his room. That smooth, toned leg lifted before she rested it upon her right knee as his mother sat on his bed. The way she leaned back on her arms caused her breasts to jut out causing Jon to quickly cast his eyes down to the floor.

"Jon," her painted nail caught his attention directing his gaze to rise, "Hi!" Nora said, in a soft giggle. "I was thinking, how would you like to join me for dinner?" she asked, her foot lightly ran up the inside of his lower right leg.

"Me?!"

"Mmmhmm, you," Nora cooed. "What do you say, hmm?"

"What about..."

"Nah-uh-uh," Nora said in a tisk-tisk voice, as her finger wagged side to side. "Forget about them," she said, shooing their imaginary presence off. "Don't you want to have dinner alone with me?" Nora pouted plumping out her lower lip as she tilted her head to the side. The sight of her son's blushing face told her he definitely had no experience in dealing with women.

"I-I didn't say that Mom, it's just..."

"Oh, you're worried about what you heard?" Nora inquired watching Jon nod as she lifted herself up off his bed. Feeling her son stiffening up as she slid into his lap. She wondered if the feel of her ass on his virgin cock would get a rise. "Don't worry baby, I'm not mad at you," Nora cooed as she played with the tips of her son's hair. Gently laying Jon's head on her exposed chest, knowing how those eyes of his would have a very clear view of her breasts. "So... what do you say, just you and me, a night on the town. Dinner, a dark movie...?!" Her breath was hot in his ear as her lustful words reached his innocent mind.

"O-okay," Jon croaked. His mouth was so dry as his eyes stared down at those heavenly mounds. It didn't matter if they were his mother's breasts, tits are tits, regardless of who they belong to. Jon knew he shouldn't think it, yet the way his mother's ass on his lap felt -- it was divine!

"Mmm... good," Nora purred as her fingers stroked his hair. A devious smile formed on her lips as she felt something stirring in her son's pants. "At least someone in this house knows how to react when a beautiful woman sits on their lap," she muttered angrily to herself. "Now why don't you go and get ready. You don't want your date to show you up, now do you?" Nora asked, with a coy smile as she looked into her son's eyes. Giggling behind her hand as Jon dashed out of the room. Her eyes roamed her son's room, noting the awards, the prizes he had won over the past few years as she sat in his desk chair. There was no way in hell she was going to go out there and keep her cool around her cheating husband and slut of a daughter. Turning her head to the right, her eyes fell upon a curious sheet of paper. A very devilish smile appeared on her lips as she read what his editor at his school paper wanted. Who better to give him that experience than his own mother? Noting the due date for the article. She had to work fast, she had to make her son want her before Christmas break. Then once Jon experienced what she and her very fine pussy could give him, she would break her bastard husband, in just the same way he broke her heart.

"Nora... what's going on?" Patrick asked, standing in his son's doorway. Hoping that she wouldn't do something. Hoping that their son's room would be like their Switzerland. Neutral ground. Wondering why she was wearing that kind of dress around their son.

"You know exactly what's going on," Nora said, narrowing her eyes. "Now see yourself out of my sight before my anger gets the better of me and I have your balls in a blender," she said, with deadly undertones. Laughing wicked in her mind as Patrick's face paled, there was a look in his eyes that wondered if she knew. "I think it would be good for you to find somewhere else to sleep other than my bed."

"For how long?" Patrick asked, knowing Julie's bed would be out of the question. Knowing that look in her eye he would be on the couch for days if not months.

"Forever for all care at this point you piece of lying shit," Nora sneered.

"Does she know or has she got some wild hair up her ass?" Patrick's mind racing back to the day before she left for her trip. Sure it had been their biggest fight yet, and sure he knew she was trying. Then yet, why wasn't he? Did he not love her? Was their marriage truly over, and they were only saving face for the kids? No. He did love his wife. She had every right to be pissed off at him. Maybe he did get carried away with what he and Julie were doing. Maybe the thought of fucking his daughter did get the better of him. He couldn't blame her; he had pretty much neglected her for the past few months. Lord knows she was kinkier than what Julie would ever do. "B... Nora," he quickly corrected himself when Nora shot him the very look of death, "I get it. You're pissed. I've been a lousy husband these past few months..."

"Now you care! Now you're worried about my feelings!" Nora growled.

"Of course, I care. I'm your husband."

"Are you now?!" Nora's tone was hard and cold. "It sure didn't seem like it when you were fucking our daughter!" Nora screamed out in her mind. "I wonder how you'll take it when I make you watch as I fuck our son!"

"Just be safe okay," Patrick said, knowing if he and Julie were going to get together they were going to have to be extra careful from now on. He didn't see a reason why he should cut off his daughter when she's more than willing to let him have some of her sweet pussy.

"Hmpf! The nerve of him," Nora grumbled. Crossing her arms below her breasts causing her eyes to glance down. Pulling the fabric of her dress to the side a little more. She wondered if her little display of a tad more of her breasts would get a reaction from her son. Her eyes ran down her son's bare chest, knowing that while he didn't have his father's build, he had the foundations for it. Knowing that in the coming years he would fill out nicely. Now it was her turn to make sure he became a man. Smirking when he jumped as he finally noticed she was still in his room. Glancing down as his towel became loose and allowed her a peek at what it was covering. Seeing the head of his cock instinctively flexing before the gap was closed.

"Mom?!" Jon said nervously, his heart going a million miles an hour.

"I'm sorry baby, it's just in here... I feel safe from..." Her eyes shot towards the other side of her home. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, I mean I have seen you naked plenty of times."

"Yeah, but I was a kid... I'm not anymore," Jon said, he could feel the stirrings of his cock. He knew it was wrong, so wrong, and yet he was practically naked in a room with a woman. Apparently it didn't matter to his cock that, that woman was his own mother.

"So?" Tilting her head to the side, trying to keep her smile hidden at Jon's very blushing cheeks. "Are you saying you can't be naked in the same room with me?" Nora cooed softly, slyly pulling on the right side of the opening of her V-neck. Watching her son's eyes widening as the black lace of her bra peeked out. "Surely, you not affected by your mother's old body?" she said, knowing she shouldn't be teasing her son so, however, the way those eyes looked at her breasts. It's been a long time since Patrick looked at them like her son was. "But if it makes you feel better," rising from his desk chair, "I'll wait outside for you," Nora said, as she neared the door. "By the way, I've always wondered. How does this dress make my ass look?" she asked, over her shoulder. Knowing full well how it contoured to her firm backside. Her eyes slyly glanced down noting the slight rise of her son's towel.

"Mom..."

"Aww... come on... humor me," Nora pouted shaking her ass at him.

"It..." Taking a dry swallow as his eyes couldn't look away as his mother's ass swayed beneath her dress. "Looks good."

"Good huh?" Her tongue flicked against her teeth. "We'll just have to work on complimenting the ladies," Nora teased as she shut his door. She didn't care if Patrick or Julie overheard her. She wanted them to. She wanted that bastard to feel as violated as she did. To feel that heart stabbing, chest caving in, world shattering feeling she felt as she listened to her daughter cum.

Shaking his head as he stood in his room. Unsure what his own mother was up to and why she was acting the way she was. Once he was dressed, his hand hovered over the doorknob wondering how this night would go if he stepped out of his room. Yet knew he couldn't keep his mother waiting, then it would be him on the receiving end of her anger; and his mother was already worked up, no sense adding his name to the list. "Here goes," Jon muttered as he opened the door.

"Oh my," Nora gasped pleasantly at the sight of her son. She had to admit he was very dashing in his black slacks, matching jacket, and pearl white shirt. "You look very handsome Jon," she said, flashing him a genuine smile.

"Thanks," Jon said bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. "But you're my mom you have to say that."

"No I don't," Nora said, stepping up to him. Her fingers lightly touched his chin, lifting his gaze to meet her own. "You look very..." Feeling her skin flush, her mind seeing her son as a man and not as her son. A man that she was going to lure to her bed, yet she didn't want to hurt her son... just his father.

"What's that look? I've never seen it before?" Jon asked himself as his mother had a sultry fire in her brown eyes.

"Now come, we don't want to be late," Nora chirped happily, as she looped her arm around her son's right arm. Flipping her hair over her shoulder as they passed a very stunned Julie.

"Mom..."

"Enjoy your dinner," Patrick called out, silently telling her not to test the waters. He had no idea what his wife was playing at, yet he wasn't about to be kicked out of the house either. So, he would let her have her way... for now. Let her blow off some steam with Jon then hopefully work his way back into their bed.

******

"Did you enjoy it baby?" Nora asked, once they both had finished their meals and all that was left was their dessert. She watched how those lips pressed on the rim of his glass. Wondering how they would feel on her pussy. A pussy that was in desperate need of a tongue lashing that she hadn't had in six months.

Jon tried to hide his nervousness, however, the way his mother was looking at him as she peered over her wine glass. Made him intrigued and highly confused. He had no bloody idea what was going on with her, or the rest of his family. It was like they all had a secret that they were all sharing, and he was the one left in the dark. "M..."
"Nora," she corrected. "We are on a date after all," Nora cooed, with a sly smirk. Loving how she could make those cheeks of his blush. It's been years since a man's done that for her. She found it so cute.

"Nora what's..."

"Ah! Our dessert!" Nora chirped as their waiter placed her cheesecake before her. Shooting the young man a look as he stared down her dress. "You mind?!" Her cheek twitched as she glared at the man. "Or would you like a better look?!" The only man that has any right to stare at her breasts was her son. Not that man! "Hmpf!" she snorted as the waiter quickly placed Jon's own cheesecake before him and made a hasty retreat to the kitchen.

"Nora..." Jon whispered as he felt eyes on them. "What's the matter?!" he asked, he was truly worried about his mother. She was acting very strangely.

"Awe, baby." Nora flashed him a smile. Her hand rested on top of his, her thumb brushed lightly along the back of her son's hand. "I love that you care. That's important, always remember that," Nora said, feeling her heart softly fluttering. "What's wrong with me?! This was only meant to hurt Patrick like he did to me yet... Why does it feel like I'm being swept off my feet without Jon even trying?" she asked herself. "Has the few months we've been fighting truly made me this easy to woo?"

"Of course, I care. You're... you know, I always worry," Jon said, in a loving voice.

"That's the sweetest thing I've heard in years!" Nora's heart nearly melted at her son's words. "How long has it been since Patrick said a single thing close to that? A year? Two? Five?!" Nora asked herself trying to remember when exactly the last time was. She felt her nipples hardening, and she didn't care if her son saw them or not. Then again, with what they were going to do... "Jon?"

"Yeah."

"How about we get out of here?" Nora asked, casting her love or what was left of it for her husband out the window. He would never fill that role ever again. Her son was now the only one that would soon to step into role as her lover.

"What about?" Jon asked, glancing down at their dessert.

"We'll take it with us, of course!" Nora said, flashing her son another stunning smile. "It would be a crime to waste good cheesecake!"

With their dessert boxed up, their meal paid for, pressing her body against Jon's as they both walked out the door. Feeling her mound heating, her body coming alive after months of lack of interest from her husband. She wondered if her son was ready for what she had planned at the drive-in that her friend had restored to working order. She knew that would be the perfect place to make out with her son; and who better to teach her son the things that made a man, than her, his very own mother. Stopping at the ticket booth, then waiting on the pimple-faced teenager to make their drinks. For what she had planned, popcorn would just get in the way, and sour the sweetness of what she had planned.

"Ugh!" Nora pouted as they were enjoying the cheesecake they had brought along when a piece fell onto her chest then down into her cleavage. All planned mind you. Not that Jon saw, he was too focused on the pair of naked tits on screen. "Jon?! Could you get it out... with your tongue?" Nora purred as she leaned her chest over the console of the car. Her eyes burned in a predatory light as Jon's head snapped towards her. The look of a deer caught in the head lights plastered on his face. It was adorable!

"W-what?!" Jon stammered; he was sure he had heard his mother wrong.

"I said: could you get it out with your tongue?" Nora repeated her request as her tongue flicked against her teeth. Watching how his eyes dipped downwards then back to her face. "Come on, it's going to ruin my dress if it sits in there any longer," she pouted, watching how Jon's breathing had increased.

"A-are you sure?"

"Mmmhmm," Nora hummed. "Do you see any napkins in here? Your tongue will just have to do," she said, making him think it was non-sexual yet they both knew it was sexual. "Don't be nervous baby, I'm here," Nora whispered softly as her right hand gently pressed on the back of Jon's head.

Jon's heart was racing. He was already worked up due to seeing those rather nice -- but obviously fake -- breasts on screen. However, as his face drew ever closer to those 32DD breasts, which he knew to be real, he couldn't help but feel his cock swell as his mind was enticed by his mother's sweet perfume that had a touch a citrus to it.

Nora smiled coyly as Jon released a little moan as his face was encased by her breasts. Then something strange happened. Her own breath began to increase, her body heated as she felt his tongue seeking out that pesky stray bit of cheesecake. Her nails scraped along her son's scalp, pressing his face further into that lush valley. Gooseflesh raced across her skin; her own light moan escaped her lips as she felt her mound starting to flare in that long absent spark. "Yes baby, just like that," Nora said, breathlessly. She knew she had to take this a step at a time. She had no wish in overloading her son. "Do they just feel sublime on your face...?" Her eyes darted to the right as she felt a hand on her ass. Feeling it moving along its curvature. Then as it began she felt that small piece of cheesecake rolling on his tongue and withdrawing back to his mouth. Begrudgingly she let her son gingerly remove his face from her cleavage. Wondering how his saliva would feel if it had been her nipple he had been licking instead of her skin. Not that she was complaining, far from it, she hadn't been this wet -- not counting having her own fingers or dildo stuffing her cunt -- in months.

"Baby?" Her thumb brushed along her son's cheek bone. Slyly seeing movement within his pants. Feeling her pussy throbbing knowing just mere feet from her was a hard cock, a cock that would feel so good deep inside of her. A cock that would enjoy the feel of her cunt as she rode him. Coating it in her cream, her folds squeezing and caressing her son's hard rod. Listening to him moan as she took that innocence of his and made him into a man -- her man.

"Yeah Mom?" Jon responded feeling his heart in his throat. "What the fuck is wrong with me that I enjoyed that?!" he asked to himself. "But they felt so damn divine!" Jon quickly added. "What the fuck is wrong with Dad! How can he risk everything when he has her!"

"Have you ever been kissed? I mean a real kiss given to you by a woman?" Nora asked, her voice was filled with her burning desire and growing need to have her son.

"No," Jon whispered. Taking a dry swallow as those luscious lips curved into a seductive smile.

"Jon, do you want me to be your first kiss, not as your mother, but as the woman you're on a date with?" Nora asked, feeling her panties rapidly moistening as her dew gathered along her labia. She couldn't remember when Patrick made her feel this aroused. For the past year Patrick would give her a hap-hazard fingering, or a very unsatisfying licking then she would have to grunt and bear as he would spit on her slit thinking that was going to lube her up. "Fucking idiot!" Nora muttered to herself. That's when she first began to think about spicing up their sex life. Gradually Patrick would take the hints, but more often than not he would finish quickly thinking ten minutes was anywhere near pleasurable for her. Then seven months later sex just stopped altogether, and Patrick would just roll into bed and fall asleep without a single word to her.

"S-sure." Jon's voice broke, the word just slipped from his lips. "Fucking idiot!" he cursed at himself in his head.

"Mmm... you know it's okay to be inexperienced," Nora cooed as the pad of her thumb brush along his lower lip.

"R-really?" Jon asked, his voice rose an octave.

"Mmmhmm," Nora nodded, "would you like to learn how to kiss with me?" she asked, her fingers pressed lightly on the bottom of his chin drawing him closer to her. "Just follow my lead, okay?" Nora said, seeing the nervousness in her son's eyes as their lips neared one another's. She started slowly, allowing Jon time to grow comfortable with how her lips felt against his and that it was his own mother doing this to him. Then she felt his eagerness as the tip of his tongue touched her lip. "The little sneak! Alright if he wants tongue, then mama is going to show him!"

Jon's eyes shot wide as his mother's tongue rolled within his mouth. Since his mother as being weird and whatnot, he wondering if he copped a feel, would that snap her out of all of this? "Oh my fucking god!" Jon cried out in his head as his mother didn't stop him from fondling her right breast. He couldn't believe how soft, how firm, how perfect they felt in his hand.

"What the hell!" Nora gasped in false outrage. "You do not feel up your date on the first date Jon!" she said, her hands covered her breasts in her mock anger. "Y-you save that sort of thing for date number two," Nora whispered as she bashfully looked out the driver's side window.

"Sorry Nora," Jon said, hanging his head. He couldn't believe how hard he was. He could feel his pre-cum soaking through his underwear. "I don't know what got into me."

"D-did you like the feel of it?" Nora asked shyly, as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her right ear.

"A little... too much," Jon admitted in a whisper.

Reaching over resting her hand over his, hiding her elation at the fact that her son enjoyed the feel of her tit against his hand. "It's okay that you enjoyed it baby. I'm happy that you did," Nora said sweetly, her thumb brushed along his hand. "Yet you have to keep your hands to yourself on the first date, silly. I promise there will be plenty of opportunities in feeling me up," she said, smirking devilishly as her son's head quickly turned, Jon's mouth hung agape, unsure what to say.

******

"Thank you for such a lovely evening baby," Nora said, as they stood at the foot of the stairs that led to the second floor. "Now before we go up..." Pulling her son close to her, pressing her body against his chest. Feeling her son's erection pressing against her lower stomach. Feeling her canal clenching in anticipation of the time when that cock of his would be deep inside of her. Her arms slid along his shoulders; her fingers weaved through the hair on the back of Jon's head. Leaning in, she still saw that nervousness, that innocence in her son's eyes as her lips neared his. Moaning softly as she felt Jon's hands on her hips as their kiss lingered. She couldn't wait to show him everything she knew, which was a lot. Nora wondered how her son was going to react when she showed him all the things she was willing to do that Patrick failed to notice. "Mmm... would you like to keep kissing me?" Nora asked, in a wanton purr as she pulled away.

"Seriously?" Jon asked, his shock was clear as day.

"Mmmhmm," Nora nodded softly. "Who better to teach you how to kiss than me?" she asked, a seductive smile raised the corners of her lips. "Now," her hands ran down her son's arms taking hold of his hands, "I really enjoyed our date Jon. I hope we can see each other again," Nora said coyly, a sparkle of mischief sparked to life deep with her pupils. Turning to the stairs, letting her son watch as the dress became taut along her ass as she climbed towards their home. "I expect you to call me," she said, in a teasing manner. Reaching behind her running her hand along her ass as she noted how her son was staring at it. How it made her heart flutter as she noted the lustful look in Jon's eyes. Her breathing quickened, her hand rested over heart, feeling her body's arousal. Her nipples pressing into her bra, when Jon had fondled her right breast how she wished he had slipped his hand into her bra and play with that hard nipple. It yearned to have someone else's fingers playing with it that wasn't hers. "Damn Nora just feel how wet your son made you!" she said to herself as she climbed the rest of the way. Feeling how her panties moved against her mound, soaking up her sweet nectar. Wondering if she could get Jon to learn to enjoy her taste.

"Glad you're safe," Patrick said, as he turned his head as he rested on the couch. "How was dinner?" he asked, watching how his wife just walked past him without a word. "Well... this might take a while," he sighed into his mind. Watching how his son dashed into the bathroom and quickly closed the door. Wondering what had happened while they were gone.

"Fuck!" Jon hissed low as his hand glided along his rod. He couldn't believe he was jacking off to his mother, yet the feel of her breast in his hand hadn't left his mind all night long. Imagining how his hand would feel as it caressed that shapely naked ass of hers. Wondering how those breasts would look as she stood topless before him. How her lips would look as... "Shit!" Jon bit down as his cum exploded. Watching it coat the shower wall as he stood over the lip of the tub as the wall was coated in the largest orgasm he's ever had. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

******

Nora stood in her bedroom in her bra and bottomless as she stared down at the wet spot in the crotch of her panties. Her hand reached back...

"Mom?" Julie knocked on the door.

Nora glared at her door; she had no wish to talk to her daughter. Not when she wanted to plunge her fingers into her hot, wet cunt. To play with herself as she thought about her new man.

"Mom, please, can we talk?" Julie pleaded.

"What is it Julie?" Nora asked, in an aggravated tone as she peered through the crack of the door.

"What's going on? You weren't this mad a week ago. What happened?" Julie asked, wondering why her mother wasn't letting her in. Something she had always done.

"You know exactly what's going on here... Forget it," Nora sighed.

"But Mom, I'm worried about you. Won't you let me in?"

"Now you're worried about me?!" Nora's voice was hard and bitter. "Maybe it's time for you to move out. You're twenty now, high time you got your own place."

"What?" Julie was flabbergasted at what her mother was saying. "Mom, you know I can't afford college and an apartment," she said, hoping that her mother wouldn't throw her out. Fearfully wondering if her mother knew about her and her father. Fear began to build in her heart at what her mother would do if she indeed knew what they were doing.

"Sorry sweetheart." Cursing herself knowing that she couldn't exact her vengeance if Julie was out of the house. "I didn't mean to vent my anger out on you," Nora lied. "Your father is just being a pig, and it's getting tiring being the only one working at this marriage," she said, which was the truth.

"What?!" Genuine shock played across her eyes. That was not what her father had told her. He had specifically told her he was the one doing everything, and her mother was just being a cold bitch. "Mom what do you mean? I want to know please let me in. You know you can talk to me, we've always been so open with one another."

"Until you started fucking your father?!" Nora hissed in her mind. Yet she allowed her daughter to enter her room not hiding the fact that she was partly nude. Not hiding the fact that her body was more vivacious than Julie's would ever be.

Nora chuckled in her mind when she saw how red her daughter was getting when she told Julie everything she was willing to do to spice up their love life. All the while she was still only wearing her bra as she spoke. She did, however, cross her legs as they sat on her bed, so her daughter wouldn't have a view of her pussy. That sight was only for Jon to see now. Patrick had lost access to her sweet little cunt the moment he stuck his dick into their daughter.

"I had no idea Dad was being so..." Julie bit her tongue as her own anger was building. "He fucking lied to me! To me! If I had known!" she growled in her mind as her head was bowed. Her fingers curled into fits at being lied to. At being so foolish to believe her father when he told her all those things. If he just told her the truth then she would have never slept with him. She thought she was doing the right thing; thought she was taking care of her father when he told her that her mother hadn't touched him in months. She knew she was just as guilty as her father was. She never wanted to hurt her mother, she loved her just as much as she loved her father. That was the last time she would ever allow her father to feel her pussy ever again! "Mom... I have something to tell you," Julie said, her heart was racing as she stared at the tops of her thighs.

"Oh?!"

"I don't know how to say this..." Taking a dry swallow, knowing what she was about to say would undoubtedly break her mother's heart and her trust in her. Yet she didn't want to keep lying to her. Julie knew this would ruin their relationship, but her mother needed to know.

"I already know," Nora said, her gaze turned deadly as her daughter's head snapped up.

"What?!" Julie's voice came out in a whisper.

"Do you honestly think I'm that stupid?!" Nora hissed. "Did you think you could get away with fucking my husband?" she asked, her hand curled around the comforter of her bed. "How did you think I would take it when I watched your father fucking you when I got home today?!" Nora had to strain to keep from yelling, she had no wish for Patrick to know that she knew... at least not yet.

"He lied to me!" Julie said, meeting her mother's fiery words. "Told me it was you who was the one who was holding out. That it was you who kept turning him away when he wanted sex. He... used me," she said, breaking down, her face falling into her hands at the realization that her father meant nothing he had told her. Bawling her heart out at what she had done.

"What do you mean?" Nora asked, confused. "You didn't seduce your father into fucking you?" she asked, placing her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"No Mom," shaking her head, "he would always bad mouth you when you were out of the room, down in the shop, or on some trip. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought I was helping to keep you two together. I never wanted to hurt you, Mom. I just thought if Dad could feel good... with me then the two of you would be good too," Julie said, in between sobs. "I'm not as pretty as you are Mom, so when Dad started telling me how pretty I was, how smart... I let it all go to my head. I never had much luck with boys, that's why I was always studying. No one ever wanted me like I've heard so many boys say about you," she said, wiping away a tear. Knowing that she might be thrown out, she at least needed to tell her mother why. "So one day, when you were gone, I went to him. I only wanted to make him happy, so that the two of you wouldn't break up. I know it was foolish. But I love the both of you. I didn't want..."

"That rat bastard!" Nora cursed. She knew he was a scoundrel but to go after their daughter! Julie wasn't off the hook, no sir, her anger was more directed at her two timing husband.

"I'm so, so, so sorry Mom. I wished I'd been stronger. I wish I told you before all of this. I-if you want I'll move out, and you won't hear from me..."

"Are you telling me the truth that you only wanted to make your father and me happy?" Nora asked sternly, as she gazed at her daughter.

"Yes," Julie said weakly.

"Then get on your knees," Nora ordered. Uncrossing her legs, she won't kick her daughter out, yet she would make Julie her pussy licking bitch. That's the price she would have to pay for her betraying her trust. Plus, she really needed to get off. Her pussy was burning, just longing to cum, to cum for her son!

"What?!" Julie asked, she wasn't expecting her mother to say that. She had thought she would scream at her, call her horrible names, then tell her to get out of her home.
"You do want to keep living here and not choose between your schooling and working full time to support yourself, right?" Nora asked, her tone was cold and hard.

"Yes."

"Then get on your fucking knees," Nora growled. "Until you move out you're my personal pussy licker, and the thing with your father ends right after you get him on video fucking you. Do I make myself clear?"

"But I've never..." Julie swallowed hard as stared down at her mother's glistening cunt. Wondering why her mother was so wet already.

"So? You'll learn, unless of course, you want to be out on the street," Nora said, letting her daughter know it wasn't up for debate. "That's a good girl, eat your mother's pussy," she said, before thrusting Julie's face into her cunt.

******

It was around eleven that night when Nora slipped into her son's room. Patrick was loudly snoring on the couch not that she cared. Julie desperately needed lessons on eating out a woman, and she planned on making sure that tongue of hers got her off as much as she could, when Jon wasn't around that is. Other than that Julie would never have another man in her house, if she wanted to fuck someone she could do it elsewhere. The faint lights from the outside world filtering through her son's window shone along her body. The old t-shirt she had donned, something she had always slept in, fell to her mid-thigh. Her 32DD breasts bounced underneath her shirt foretelling she was braless. She wondered if he would like the feel of them now that they weren't beneath her bra.

"Jon?" Nora's sweet voice called to her son. He needed to know. She didn't want Jon thinking she was using him like his father had done to Julie. "Jon?" she called again her hand lightly rocking Jon from his slumber.

"M-mom..." Jon said groggy as he sat up on his elbows.

"I'm sorry to wake you baby, but I don't have..." Tears began to form in her eyes, finally allowing the hurt she had witnessed to come to the surface.

"Mom?! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Jon asked, sitting up quickly upon seeing his mother's tears.

"It's your father..." Trying not to choke up as she sank to his bed.

"He and Julie have been up to something haven't they?" Jon asked, letting his mother know of his suspicions.

"But it's not that simple baby," Nora said, lovingly. Reaching forward taking his hand into hers, "Today when I got home from that pick I caught your father fucking your sister," she said bluntly, watching her son's jaw drop. "Am I not beautiful enough Jon. Am I so demanding that I chase your father away? Am I so unworthy to be loved?" Nora asked, her lip trembling as her tears streaked down her cheeks. Her arms wrapped around her son as he held her close to him. Weeping into his shoulder as she felt his love as Jon held her tightly.

"I'm so sorry Mom," Jon whispered into her ear. He did not see this coming.

"Don't let on that I told you, okay?"

"Why?" Jon asked confused, as he pushed himself back.

"Because you're father has what's coming to him very soon, and he's not someone that I want any longer," Nora cooed, slipping her hand beneath the sheet. Feeling her son jump as her hand ran up along his inner right thigh. "Jon? Do you find me beautiful? Do you find me attractive? Do you ever think about things you aren't meant too?" she asked, in a wanton whisper.

"Mom..."

"Nah-uh-uh. I told you its Nora," she purred as she leaned in.

"But I thought that..."

"You're my man now baby. This tells me you like the look of my body. It must have been painful all tucked inside of those pants," Nora said lustfully, as her son gasped as her hand wrapped around his hard cock.

"Mom... what are you..."

"Shh... it's okay baby, didn't you jack off when you got home?" Nora asked, seeing Jon weakly nod. "See? You've thought about this haven't you, when you jacked this cock off to me?" she purred as she slipped his cock through the slit of his boxers. A lubricious smile formed on her lips as she listened to that stuttering low moan of her son's as the palm of her hand ran up and down the length of his shaft. Moving her hand away before Jon could unleash his load. "Baby?"

"Y-yeah," Jon said, trying to keep his voice steady. Other than the time at the drive-in, this was the hardest he's ever been, and he so wanted to cum! He couldn't believe how divine his mother's hand felt. "Was it always like that?!" he asked himself. "Or was it because it was Mom doing it?"

"Would you mind if I slept with you tonight?" Nora asked, chuckling inwardly at how her son looked stunned in the weak light. "I just don't want to be alone."

"S-sure," Jon stammered, his Adam's apple bobbed as his mother rose from the bed. His cock flexed beneath the sheet as Nora slowly lifted up her shirt. His heart nearly stopped as the hem of her shirt rose above her hips. Revealing those grey Calvin Klein panties, his eyes had no trouble seeing the shape of his mother's mound. Then his eyes were captivated by the dangling chains that swayed against Nora's skin as the small diamonds glinted in the moonlight that were attached below the bowtie diamond that sat at the top of her navel.

"Do you like it Jon? I thought your father would like it, but he never even noticed when I got it done," Nora said softly, as her right hand brushed just below the longer hanging chain.

Jon rolled his tongue in his mouth as his eyes couldn't look away from his mother's flat stomach and her naked thighs. "Mmmhmm," Jon hummed unsure if he could speak without mumbling incoherently. His eyes glanced up to his mother's face, seeing her eyes quivering as they gazed at each other. What came next almost had him blowing his load as his mother's shirt left her shoulders. His eyes instinctively followed the sway and the bounce of his mother's naked breasts. Her areolas were a very light brown that seemed to blend in with her skin tone with matching nipples that slowly began to harden as he stared unabashed at those heavenly mounds of flesh.

"So Jon." Her hands moved to cradle her breasts, sensuously brushing along their curvature, biting the inside of her cheek as her palms brushed along her nipples sending waves of pleasure down to the core of her womanhood. "Are my tits better than that woman's was?" Nora asked, referring to the actress on the movie screen.

"Uh-huh," Jon nodded, feeling his pre-cum leaking out like mad. Quickly scooting to the edge of his bed to give his mother room as she pulled back the cover. His virgin eyes zeroed in as his mother's breasts swayed as she leaned forward. Jon's mind was entranced as the smell of his mother's lotion drew him in.

"Come snuggle me baby," Nora cooed, turning her head, her hand patting her son's leg.

"You sure that's wise?" Jon asked, his eyes shooting down to his protruding cock.

"Mmmhmm," Nora nodded. "I need to feel your arms around me.

"Okay Mom..."

"Nora?! You will call me Nora," she said, in a hard motherly voice. "I am after all you're new girlfriend," Nora said, lightly giggling at her son's shocked face. "Didn't I tell you? That was our very first date baby, and we are so going to have many more." Her hand lightly patting his cheek. "Closer baby," she said, feeling how Jon was keeping his hips, and more importantly that hard cock of his away from her.

"M... Nora?!"

"It's okay Jon, I promise. You're not going to fuck me, now are you?" Nora asked, knowing that time was approaching. She wanted Jon to get comfortable with having her body pressing against his, also it wouldn't hurt to keep him masturbating to her. Knowing when it was time it was going to be explosive for the both of them. An involuntary shiver ran up her spine as she felt Jon's cock resting between her ass cheeks. It's been so long since she's felt the heat of a man's cock on her skin. "Here..." Lifting up her left leg, leaning forward slightly as she reached down, her mouth was watering as she felt his pulse on her palm. Purposely letting the head of his cock brush along her ass, feeling her sphincter closing as it passed along her starfish. Listening to her son's shuddering breath as she lowered her leg trapping his cock between her smooth thighs and right next to her hot mound. Reaching back, taking hold of Jon's left hand to bring it around, letting the palm of his hand run up her stomach, along the underside of her left breast before coming to a rest over her nipple.

"Doesn't that feel better than fondling me over my dress?" Nora asked, her fingers overlapped his, letting her son feel as her breast sandwiched between his fingers. Her right hand reached down; her nails lightly danced along the underside of his crown. Her fingertips gently pressing his rigid cock against her pussy.

"Y-yes," Jon said, unsure what to truly focus on. While his mother's breast felt divine in his hand, yet the feel of her thighs... "It's so damn close! Just feel that heat! Are they always that hot?!" he asked himself.

"Good. I want you pleased with my body," Nora said, wiggling closer to her son. "Baby?" Gently rocking her hips, a wicked smile as her son held her more tightly as her covered mound rubbed along that cock of his. "You won't be able to sleep when you're so hard..." Biting down her moan as her clit rubbed against his cock. "How about you let me make you cum, would you like that?"

"Y-you want to do that?" Jon asked, not knowing if he should be excited or pumping the brakes on the whole thing altogether.

"Of course, I do, sweetheart. You're my man now," Nora said lovingly, as she reached up to caress his face as his chin rested on her left shoulder. "But this is only for tonight to help you sleep. It's too soon for this sort of thing in a new relationship. But you're so hard... and so fucking hot against my pussy," she said lustfully. "I just can't help myself right now." Nora increased her glide along his cock as she placed the palm of her right hand a few centimeters in front of his crown. She didn't want his cum flying all over the place. No. She wanted that hot, white, gooey, salty treat coating her hand and her thighs just so that she could gorge herself on her son's seed. It's been too long since she's tasted a man's seed, and she needed her fix. What surprised her as she started to pant as she felt her panties starting to moisten as the fabric absorbed her dew, was that her son was starting to thrust his hips. "Yes baby, cum for me, let my thighs milk that cock," Nora lightly panted as her fingers skimmed along his cock whenever his mushroom top pressed hard against the palm of her hand.

"N-Nora!" Jon grunted as he felt his balls tightening.

"Do it baby! Cum for your mother," Nora said, heatedly. Biting her lip as she had a small orgasm as she felt her son's cum splattering her hand and thighs and even some on her panties. "Mmm... you taste so good," she purred as her tongue ran along her palm. She was in heaven. Before she knew it her hand, her thighs were clean of his cum, she was even contemplating on striping out of her underwear so she could lick them clean as well. Shaking the thought from her mind, she wanted Patrick to see the cum stains if he saw her panties in the hamper. "Now go to sleep baby," Nora whispered as her finger left her lips.

******

Two weeks later...

Ever since that day Nora and Patrick had been at odds with one another. If it wasn't for the thick brick walls their shouting matches could have been heard halfway across the county. As per Julie's punishment she had slept with her father one last time. From what she told her mother and what she watched on the SD card to insure that she could force her husband to flee her home and get nothing in the divorce. Nora could tell he wasn't getting any from Julie now due to how snappy Patrick was getting as the days wore on. She certainly wasn't going to suck his dick or allow that straying thing anywhere near her cunt. Since the night she had gone to her son, she no longer had to ask, Jon would simply open his covers and allow her entrance to his soothing warmth; and every time she did she would place his cock back in the same spot. However, she had seen how Jon was growing to prolong his climax. She couldn't wait for the time where that young, hard, vigorous cock was deep inside of her. While it was painful on her neck she had managed to kiss him while he shot that hot load on her hand. If she was truthful with herself, she would admit she had become addicted to her son's cum.

Nora sighed as she sank down onto the couch as Jon surfed through the TV guide on the cable box. Resting her elbow on the armrest, lightly biting her nail as her eyes ran down her son's body as she leaned back into the nook of the couch. "Baby?"

"Yeah?" Jon said, turning his head to look at his mother. He couldn't help it anymore. Every time he gazed at her his snake would slither out from his nest. He no longer hid it like he once would have done. It seemed to him that his mother liked that he got hard for her. Not that he was going to complain. She did let him fondle her breasts, every day when he was in class he could think back to the night before and still feel her breast on it.

"Would you massage my legs?" Nora asked, as she slipped out of her heels. Pivoting on her ass as her legs swung over the couch and came to rest on her son's lap. Shooting Jon a coy smile as her legs pinned his cock between them. Watching how Jon's head tilted back as she gave it a few slow strokes. "I've been walking in those heels all day! My legs are killing me," she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Sure thing," Jon said, lately he's been wanting to touch his mother more and more. It didn't need to be sexual, just a soft caress of her skin, the gentle squeeze of her hand, her soft breath on his neck or ear when she whispered into his ear. It was just her presence that made him so... "Nah... that can't be, I can't be..." Jon stopped himself before his mind could give voice to the uncertain emotions that were brewing in his head. He started slow with her feet, never interrupting the impromptu jerk off her legs were doing. Listening to her light moan as she tilted her head back as his hand rose along her right thigh. His eyes quickly shot up as Nora's hand shot down taking hold of his.

"You're missing something baby," Nora said, with a devilish and luscious smile as her sultry gaze fell upon her son.

Jon's heart was racing like an engine red lining as his mother moved his hand ever higher beneath the hem of her skirt. Swallowing hard as she spread her legs wider and lifted the hem so he could have a very direct view of her full transparent panties. An inch wide neatly trimmed strip of dark brown hair led his eyes downward as his mother made no move to hide her pussy from him. Seeing how her light brown labia had a light shine to them as the floor lamps, that sat against the right armrest of the couch, soft warm light played along his mother's mound.

"Come closer baby," Nora purred. Watching how he pushed himself along the cushion's until her knees touched his cock. "Will you..." Reaching down with her left hand pulling aside her panties. Feeling her clit throb as Jon's gaze burned into her naked cunt. "Massage me here too?" Nora asked, running his fingers along her mons venus. Taking hold of his middle finger gently rubbing it along her clit to show her son where it was for when the time came for her to feel that tongue teasing her so. Then running it up and down her labia coating it in her gathered dew. "Here..." Nora gasped as she sank that finger into her quivering canal. "Add another one," she said, breathlessly. Her back arched against the armrest causing her hair to drape to about three inches from the floor. "Yes baby, just like that," Nora softly moaned so not to alert Patrick or Julie just yet. She needed her son to get her off before the real fireworks went off. Then, then she would truly be free to make her son the only lover she would ever need. "So... how does my pussy feel like?" she asked, breathing heavily as she brought her gaze down.

"It's... I don't how to describe it," Jon said, a loss for words. "I never thought it could feel like this," he said, in awe as his mother's folds gripped his fingers as he kept the pace his mother had set for him.

"Just you wait, soon you'll know it better once this..." Her left hand reached out; her index finger rested on tip on his cock. Feeling how his pre-cum had soaked through his jeans. "Is deep inside of it," Nora said, hungrily. "But that's long way off, you can't just jump into your girlfriend's pants so quickly," she teased as she winked at him.

"Mmmhmm," Nora whimpered as she listened and smelled her sex on the air as Jon took the initiative and added a third finger into her wet cunt. "Feel how tight mama's pussy is," she growled low as her son showed no signs of slowing down and she didn't want him to. "Use your thumb and rub my clit," Nora directed. She wanted him to see what she looked like during her climax. She wanted him to see how beautiful she was when she came. How sexy she looked as she orgasmed just for him! "Like this," she said, showing her inexperienced son how to do it just right. "Right there! Don't stop!" Nora said through clenched teeth, as her hands fondled her breasts. Her panting grew heavier as her son was bringing her near that ever so taunting peak. "Make me cum baby! Make your mother cum on those fucking fingers!" she purred seductively as her tongue curled out touching the middle of her cupids bow. "I'm going to..." Nora squealed loudly as her thighs clamped shut trapping Jon's hand as her hips ground against it. Enjoying the orgasm that her son's hand brought her to. "Thank you baby, you don't know how much I needed that," Nora said, flashing Jon a very satisfied smile.

"Now..." Kneeling over his lap, softly pressing Jon's face into her cleavage as she slowly sank down onto his lap. Inching up her skirt so Jon could watch as her wet pussy pressed against his covered cock. "Have you ever had anyone dry hump you before?" Nora asked, loving how Jon watched how her labia molded around that rigid shaft of his.

"No," Jon said, shaking his head.

"Then let me show you how..."

******

Patrick grunted for the fourth time as he pumped his seed into his wife's underwear. He knew how she would hate the fact that he'd just left her soiled panties there. Smirking at the fact that once they were dry it would ruin them. "That's what you get for coming home with cum stains on your panties!" Patrick growled angrily. He hasn't been so backed up since he was in high school. He couldn't figure out why Julie wasn't visiting him any longer. Every time he would try to get her alone so he could have some of that sweet pussy she would make some excuse and leave the room. Granted she couldn't move as well as his wife could. He just couldn't deny himself the thrill of breaking in that twenty-year-old pussy. Just before she had cut him off he was about to teach her on how to take him in her ass. How Patrick yearned to hear his daughter beg him to pull out, that it was too big for her virgin ass. That would only make him plunge it deeper into that ass just to hear her scream. Then he would fuck her in the ass every day and make her enjoy having him fill her ass with his hot cum.

"What the...?!" Patrick turned his head as he heard his wife squeal. He knew that squeal by heart. He had made Nora do so on numerous occasions before he got tired of sleeping with her. She always wanted to get off and yet that required a good forty minutes to an hour, foreplay included. While he did love her, he wouldn't have stayed for twenty years if he didn't, he was tired of constantly going through the motions that they both knew oh so well. When in truth he just wanted to get off. He had thought if he went after Julie she wouldn't run to her mother, which was true for the most part, and how he loved that tight little pussy of hers. He was just going to have to figure out what was up with her, because he needed to fuck, and his wife wasn't offering that to him any longer. If Julie wouldn't give him some then that left him relying on his burner phone he had kept hidden with all the ladies he had relations with before and during his sweet time with his daughter. Reaching for the door handle knowing that Nora wouldn't be doing that while the kids were home. Wondering if Nora was lost in her bliss then maybe, just maybe he could talk her into climbing into their bed one last time.
"Nora! What the fuck are you doing?!" Patrick screamed as saw his wife fucking their son or that was what it looked like from his vantage point. His blood burned in his veins as his wife smiled at their son like she had once smiled at him.

"Hold that thought baby, let me deal with this first and I'll take care of this," Nora purred as she teased her son's hard cock before lifting herself off of his lap. Pushing down her skirt, slyly glancing at Jon as he brought his hand to his lips. Seeing his tongue darting out tasting her upon his skin. How that made her mound throb, and soon Jon would get it from the source.

"Want to explain why..." Patrick didn't see the punch coming until it was too late. Huffing in pain as his wife's bare foot pressed down on his chest. He should have remembered his wife had a black belt due to her being mugged one day many years ago, which caused her to learn how to defend herself if the need ever arose again.

"You piece of shit!" Nora yelled. Her fiery gaze burned into his hide as her hands were clenched in her righteous anger. "You two timing, faithless bastard! How many years did I give you! How many times did I try to make this work! How many!" she shouted growing red in the face. "While I was trying to save this fucking marriage, you... fucking, disgusting asshole was screwing our daughter!" Nora seethed as Patrick's eyes grew wide. Hiking up her skirt, slapping her cunt so Patrick could hear how wet she was. "When's the last time you even tried to get me this fucking wet! Huh?!"

"Baby..." Wincing as Nora pressed him back to the floor causing the back of his head to strike it.

"Don't you dare!" Nora warned with deathly undertones. "You lost that right when you..." Watching with an evil smile as Patrick curled himself into a ball as she ground her heel into his balls. "Stuck that cock into our daughter! Julie's told me everything! How you bad mouthed me when I was doing everything to save our marriage while you were fucking her!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she vented her wrath upon his defenseless body. "How you lied to her so you could slip your worthless dick into her!" Patrick curled tighter, placing his arms over his head to protect his valuable organ from his wife's blows. "You're not the man I thought you were, you aren't the man I thought I loved. You destroyed that, the moment you cheated on me. Our marriage ended the moment I saw you fucking our daughter in her own fucking room!"

"N-Nora I can explain..."

"Shut the fuck up! Get the fuck out of my house!" Nora growled.

"I'm not going..."

"You fucking will unless you want the video of you fucking our daughter handed over to the police!" Nora said, loving how the color drained from his face. "And you will get nothing in the divorce! If you contest anything, the video will anonymously find its way into their hands," she warned.

"Fine! Get the fuck off of me you bitch!" Patrick seethed as he got to his feet. "You want everything take it. There's better pussy out..." His head jerked back as Nora's uppercut landed squarely on his chin knocking him out cold.

"Man, you got the fuck knocked out Dad." Jon squatted as his father came to. "Serves you right, what were you thinking? Risking everything when you have Mom?" Jon asked, as his father's bags sat beside them. "Oh, before you leave, Mom wanted you to have these," he said, dropping the cum soaked panties, cum side down, on his father's face. Laughing when his father's hands quickly tossed away the garment.

"Wipe that smile off your face boy, I'll be back. Your mother can't live without me," Patrick said, sternly.

"Seems that she can," Jon said, smirking at his father. Running his fingers below his nose smelling his mother's pussy still on them. Releasing a pent up breath as his father stomped down the stairs. He had no idea how he was going to react if his father raised a hand to him. He wasn't a fighter. Glancing up as Julie's door closed, Jon wondered if he should go talk to her. Tilting his head when his sister's door quickly opened a few minutes later as he still rested on the back of the couch. Arching an eyebrow as Julie walked through their home, with her head bowed and her cheeks rosy, in nothing but a light pink bra and panties. Equally confused as his mother's door shut behind her. His head snapped up as he sat on the couch wondering if his mother was really going to take care of his cock like she had promised. Looking towards his mother's bedroom when he heard something coming from it. Quickly looking back at his sister's bedroom noting that it still hung open and her light was off.

Silently tiptoeing to his mother's door, pressing his ear against it... "Yes Julie, just like that..." Jon's head shot back at the sound of his mother's voice. Replacing his ear to the door, he had to know more.

"Thank you, for not kicking me out Mom." Julie's muffled voice filtered through the door.

"You still have a long way to go before I even begin to forgive you."

"I know... I'm... am I getting better?"

"Mmmhmm..." Jon look down his body as his cock was hard all over again. Gritting as he slowly turned the doorknob, he was surprised to find it wasn't locked. His eyes bulged out of their sockets as his sister was between his mother's legs. Nora's legs were bent, the soles of her feet pressed down on the mattress as Julie's fingers plunged into her own cunt. "Come in baby." His mother's voice startled him as he was in the process of freeing his cock. "Don't be shy Jon, come in and watch. It will be a proper lesson for you on how to eat your girlfriend," Nora said, with a sensuous smile as the door inched open. "Why don't you take those off?" Her finger pointed at his pants. "It can't be healthy for that hard cock to be trapped inside of it. Oh, don't worry about Julie she won't say a word of this to your father, will you?" Nora asked, her tone hard as she stared down at her daughter.

"No Mom, I won't," Julie said, her eyes slyly glanced at the tent in her brother's pants through the gap of her mother's leg.

"That's what I like to hear," Nora said, before thrusting her daughter's face back into her crotch. Biting her lower lip as Jon fumbled with the snap button and zipper of his jeans. A rumbling purr resounded deep in her chest as his cock strained the cotton of his boxer-briefs. Her pupils dilating as she watched how his pre-cum oozed out between the soaked cotton fibers. "Take those off too and show me my man's hard cock," Nora purred, her chest heaved as Julie's tongue ran along her vulva. Her tongue ran along her upper lip as Jon's six and a half inch cock sprung free from the elastic waistband. "Come kneel right here," she said, her left hand patted the spot beside her right shoulder.

Jon glanced to his right as he noted how Julie spied at his bouncing cock as he knelt on his mother's bed. Watching his mother hiss softly as Julie's lips wrapped around his mother's clit. His chin quickly dropped as Nora's finger's wrapped around his shaft. Her thumb teased the underside of his crown as her hand glided along his shaft.

"You like it when it's my hand don't you, Jon?" Nora asked, in a husky voice as she stared up at her son.

"Y-yes," Jon muttered as his thighs trembled at his mother's touch.

"Do you want to know what else of mine feels good on this cock of yours?" Nora asked, now that Patrick was gone she no longer had to pretend to be a loving wife to a slimy man. She wanted Jon to know what she would always be willing to do for him. Her eyes glanced up as she leaned forward. Watching the excitement and a tinge of fear in his eyes as her lips neared that red crown of his.

"Oh shit!" Jon hissed as his mother took him further and further into her mouth until every inch of it was within her mouth. The tip of her tongue pressed on the back of his cock as she slowly backed off his rod. Jon released a shuddering moan as Nora quickly sent his cock back into the warmth of her mouth.

"Does my boyfriend enjoy the feel of my mouth wrapped around his hard cock?! Nora asked, in a salacious purr. Sucking gently on the head of his cock, noting how Julie was watching her intently.

"Oh God yes!" The moment the words left his lips his mother attacked his cock like he had only seen in the pornos he had quietly watched on his computer late at night. With being so pent up he knew he wouldn't last long. "Nora..."

Her eyes quickly glanced up as her name left his lips then back down when she felt the swelling of his cock. She knew what was coming and she couldn't wait! Finally to have a fresh taste of her son's cum shooting into her ravenous mouth. To feel it coating her tongue as she brought the utmost pleasure to that blood infused organ. Her eyes fluttered, her toes curled, her canal quivered as her son's hot, white, salty seed shot across her tongue. Easing off his pole, his wet cock falling from her lips, tilting her head up, slowly opening her mouth so she wouldn't spill any of his cum. No. That wouldn't do, it belonged in her stomach or her pussy... maybe her ass if Jon was that adventurous. Letting him see how his seed was pooled on her tongue before swallowing every drop of it.

******

One month later...

Nora hasn't heard a word from Patrick since the night she threw him out. Then there was the time she unexpectedly showed up at her friend Marinda's house only to find her soon-to-be ex-husband's car sitting in her driveway. Her hands tightened on her steering wheel as she watched her so-called friend kissing Patrick. Pulling out her phone as Patrick walked to his car as Marinda closed her front door.

"Hey Nora..."

"Don't you hey me you two timing bitch! Just how long have you been fucking my husband!" Nora screamed into her phone.

"Nora I don't know what you're talking about."

"Look out your front door!" Nora stood beside her car as the wind caused her blouse to ripple as it blew across her chest. Watching her friend's hand cup her mouth as Marinda stood in the doorway. "What you got to say now bitch!" she growled into her phone. "Just how many of my so-called friends were fucking my husband behind my back! Huh?!"

"I thought you knew. Patrick said you two had an open marriage."

"Does it look like we have one!"

"Nora... I can explain, won't you come inside?" Marinda pleaded.

"Fuck you! You lied to me! You weren't my friend you just wanted my husband's dick!"

"I am too! I know this doesn't look good, just come in... Me and Bob can explain it all to you."

"Bob fucking knows you're sleeping with my husband! God damn it Marinda how fucked up can you fucking get!"

"You know what! I am not having this conversation over the phone and you screaming at me in the damn road. If you want to come in we can have a civil conversation..."

"Fuck you! You can tell all the other whores that's been lying to me all these years that we are done!" Nora hissed as she ended the call. Staring hatefully at her so-called friend for over ten years before spinning on her heel, jerking her car door open and slamming it shut once she was inside of it. Her tires squealing as she peeled out. Heading to confront every one of her female friends. In total other than Marinda three others had or were currently sleeping with Patrick. She made sure their husbands knew as well. If they went behind her back she saw it only fair that their husbands knew how unfaithful they were to them. Since then she hasn't spoken to her so-called friends... except for Bob.

"Hey Nora before you hang up... Just let me say something," Bob quickly said once she had answered her phone when she was heading back home from the grocery store a few days later.

"What do you want Bob?! You can't possibly think you'll be able to talk yourself and your fucking wife out of this hole the two of you have dug for yourselves!" Nora hissed.

"Nora I get it alright," Bob sighed, "We didn't know Pat was stepping out. We both thought you knew about it all. I mean you showed no signs of being pissed off at us... until today."

"Well, I just found out my husband is a cheating asshat! How long has this shit been going on Bob?!"

"Ten years... Before you tear my head off... Let me offer you something that might, or might not make it up to you," Bob said, trying to keep his hopefulness from his voice. He's been wanting to fuck her ever since he's known her and now seemed like the perfect time.

"What might that be, hmm? What could possibly make up for ten years of your wife's betrayal?!" Nora asked angrily, as her hand tightened around her phone.

"Marinda wants to make it right between the two of you. I know what we are going to suggest can't make up for the ten years that we thought you knew about us, maybe, hopefully it will be a step..."

"Get to the fucking point Bob!"

"Marinda wants us to have a threesome and maybe cockold your husband..." Bob did not expect the cankerous laughter to come over the line.

"Are the two of you out of your fucking minds! I'm not having a fucking threesome with you two! If I wanted that it will be with someone else not with the two who have lied to me for ten damn years! Now get the fuck off my phone!" Nora yelled as she abruptly ended the call.

She did know Patrick has tried to entice Julie to meet him somewhere on multiple occasions. She had Julie send her the screenshots to her phone. Especially the ones where he had sent their daughter dick pics explaining how horny he was longing for her. She couldn't help it she burst out in laughter at how hard he was trying. If the man had tried, had tried to do something! She always made sure if he ever needed or wanted sex anytime, anywhere she would do whatever he needed so they both could share in that intimate bond. But alas, Patrick would rather stick his dick in their daughter's cunt than he would hers. That hurt the most, not the betrayal; while that was hard, so very hard to take, it was the fact that after twenty years together her pussy, which had brought him to so many orgasms wasn't good enough for him. So now the only contact she had with Patrick was through his lawyer. So far she hadn't had to send the implicating photos or the video to the police.

Leaning back in her chair, her reflection shown in the glass of the picture frame as she stared at her son's picture. Her daughter's picture had returned to her desk, yet Jon's was in the forefront. Since the first time she had sucked his cock, she did it three to four times a day. Nora just couldn't help it. She needed it. Needed to feel his cum running down her throat, settling in her stomach. That didn't mean it was one sided. Oh no, she had taught her son on how to properly taste her sweet little pussy. Her mind flashed back to two days ago:

Nora was working over the sink, still wearing the skirt she wore down in the shop as she prepared the vegetables for dinner. She had heard Jon enter the kitchen. A small smile formed on her lips knowing how Jon would always hang around her whenever they were in their home. Even when his favorite show was on, he would always stay close to her. To bask in her presence and she admitted she did the same. Then suddenly the potato she was peeling along with the peeler fell into the sink as she gasped loudly as Jon lifted up the back of her skirt as he dropped to his knees. Her hands gripped the lip of the sink hard as Jon shoved his face in-between her legs. When she was home, Nora never wore panties just for this reason unless it was that time of the month. Although just not when she was preparing dinner, not that she was going to stop her son.

"Oh fuck! Yes Jon, lick that pussy!" Nora loudly moaned as the tip of his tongue ran along her labia. Spreading her legs wider to give her son better access to her cunt. Her brown hair cascaded out before her as her breathing quickened as his tongue rolled along her clit. Patrick was never this forward, he always saved it for the bedroom. How she loved how Jon would just eat her without being asked or asking that she return the favor. It seemed to her that her son enjoyed the taste of his mother's pussy, and who was she to stop him? "Baby... fuck! Yes! God damn you're getting so good!" Nora hissed as her womb quivered. "But if you don't stop I'm not going to be able to stand to make dinner..." Her eyes caught the sight of Julie peering around the corner of the wall as she watched her brother eating her out. Over the month she had seen how her daughter would slyly watch them. She wondered if her daughter was horny as hell since she hasn't been fucked in over a month, at least not that she knew of.

"So? Dinner can wait, I want my dessert," Jon said, before plunging his tongue deep into her canal.

How her mind melted at those words. Patrick never talked to her in such a wanton way. Maybe he once did, but it was so fleeting that it was quickly forgotten. Jon, however, hasn't stopped once when they were within their home. Outside they acted like any normal mother and son, yet behind closed doors. How Jon made her feel so wanted, loved, and sexy when they were alone.

"Fuck me! Jon, I'm cumming! You better drink down your mother's cream that you brought out!" Nora howled as she came upon her son's face. Hissing in her ecstasy as she rubbed her wet mound along her son's face. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt Jon's hands on her bare ass, holding her up as her son went in for a second helping. "F-f-f-fuck!" Her voice quivered as her son brought her close to her second orgasm. "Jon, baby, you're going to make me cum again," Nora said, in a wanton whisper. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, as Jon's hand struck her ass her paradise tightened around his probing tongue as he did. "Oh fuck yes!" she screamed out in bliss as her orgasmic juices flooded her canal.

The ding of her speakers brought her out of her blissful daydream as her email blinked. Moving her mouse pointer across the screen, opening up her email she used for her business. She always had alerts setup for auctions, estate sales, and whatnot so she could get the best of the best for her antique shop. Clicking on the link, a little disappointed that they weren't taking call-in bids for the estate sale; however, a devious, luscious smile formed on her lips knowing this was the perfect time to take her son's cherry. After all, that article of his was due soon, and she did wonder how he was going to write about his very first time with his mother. Plus, if she was truthful to herself, she needed his hard cock. The whole entire month she had to keep herself from rolling on top of her son and sliding that hard, delicious morning wood into her hot, wet pussy. To watch her son's reaction at the feel of his very first pussy wrapping itself around his stiff rod.

A day later they were on the road. She had expected her son to put up a fight about tagging along with her. Yet as she held his hand as they sped down the highway she was happy he did, even if he didn't know what awaited him once they got to the motel she had booked reservations at so she could attended the estate sale for the next two days. There were some pieces she really wanted in her shop. Her brown eyes glanced up into the rearview mirror noting how Julie quickly glanced down her cheeks had a light red hue to them before her text book hid her face. She forced her daughter to come along all so when she was ready to bring her son into her room Julie would have a front row seat to the show. The same kind of show she had when she witnessed that event over a month and a half ago. Plus, Nora wanted to rub her daughter's face in the fact that she would be the one that took Jon's virginity.
"Finally!" Nora sighed happily as she stretched her arms, raising them to the sky, knowing how Jon was slyly checking out the way her breasts moved underneath her shirt as they stood in the parking lot of the motel once they had arrived after six hours of driving. How she wanted him to reach over, place his hand between her legs and play with her wet cunt all during the drive. She feared if he did she wouldn't have been able to keep the car on the road. "Why don't the two of you unpack the car and I'll fetch our room keys," Nora said, she only got the second room to keep the ruse that Jon was her son and not the man she was going to fuck in it in an hour or so. She didn't need people knowing about that. What they did behind closed doors was for them alone. "Now baby, don't get too lonely without me," Nora winked at her son as she slid the keycard into the lock.

Jon was reclining on the bed, surfing, uninterestedly, through the motels cable channels. What really had his mind occupied was the sound of the running shower in the other room. How his cock was straining his pants the whole time as he imagined how the water and soap bubbles would look as they ran down his mother's naked body. His hand instinctively reached down, gently, slowly stroking his rod through his pants as his mind pictured how the droplets of water would cling to his mother's light brown nipples. The way her hand would glide along her flat stomach as the bar of soap moved along it. To the sound of her light pleasure filled moan filling the bathroom as her hands cradled her bountiful breasts. His fingers held the tab of his zipper between them about to take care of himself when his phone vibrated on the nightstand next to him. Quickly sitting up when he saw it was his mother's text.

"Come to my room, bring your keycard with you. We wouldn't want you to get locked out."

It wasn't thirty seconds after he got that text that Jon was standing at his mother's door. Before he could knock Julie opened the door. Her hand held her robe closed as her eyes glanced down at his bulge then back to his eyes. Flashing him a small smile as she stepped out of the way.

"Jon?" Nora's voice echoed deep within the bathroom.

"Yeah?"

"You know I love you." Jon could see some movement in the mirror of the bathroom or what little of it he could see from his vantage point.

"Of course, I do. I love you too, M... Nora," Jon said, watching how his sister moved to sit in the flower printed chair, you always see in motels, that sat in the corner having a clear line of sight of the bed.

"But..." Jon's attention was drawn back to his mother as she leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom. "I'm not talking about the love you have for me as your mother," Nora said softly, flashing him a coy smile as Jon's eyes widen at her meaning. "The love I feel here," her nails played along her skin resting over her heart as her robe was opened wide enough to show off the curvature of her left breast, "ever since I told you what your father had done to me, to our marriage, you've treated me like a woman. A woman that you have made feel so wonderful over the last month," she said, her smooth thigh slipped through the opening of the robe as she walked towards her son. Lightly pressing her chest against his, letting Jon know she was his now and forevermore. Her hands ran up his chest, her fingertips skimmed along his neck, leaning in her soft, velvety lips embraced his as her tongue explored his. Her fingers weaved through his hair drawing him deeper into that salacious kiss. The loose knot that once held her belt closed slipped free allowing her cleansed, naked body to rub against his. Pressing her forehead against his, breathing heavily as her dancefloor rubbed against that hard bulge of his.

"Baby?" Nora's eyes burned in her unquenched heat. She knew within minutes their relationship would embark on a whole new level. A level that she and, she hoped, her son was going to enjoy for many years to come.

"Y-yeah," Jon said, he always tried to keep his voice steady around his mother. Yet sometimes, just sometimes the sheer beauty of her naked body left him quite flustered.

"I want to take this further between us," Nora said, giving him a light peck on his lips. "Do you want to be with me like that?"

"You mean..."

"Yes baby, sex." Nora softly giggled as that adorable innocence of his had returned. Her fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, slowly raising it up his chest seeing if he would stop her. How her heart leaped for joy as Jon raised his arms. Soon his shirt kissed the floor along with her robe as her fingers quickly unbuttoned his jeans as Jon kicked off his shoes. "Oh, how I've been waiting to feel this deep inside of me. You don't know how hard it's been for me to hold back," Nora purred as she lightly caressed her son's covered erection.

"What do you mean?" Jon asked, trying not to blow his load.

"I mean baby," Nora whispered as her naked breasts pressed into his naked chest as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear and pushed them to the floor. Her body shuddered as the tip of his cock brushed against her clit as his hard cock sprung back once it was freed from its confinements. Her hands took hold of his, lowering herself to the bed as she moved his body to stand before her. "The mornings I've just wanted to ride this hard cock watching you squirm as my pussy milks every ounce of cum out of it, and," smirking when a moan escaped Jon's lips as her hand cradled his heavy sack, "it seems this is full of it. Don't worry about cumming baby, you and I are going to fuck all night long so you can cum as much as you want, because I need to feel you filling my womb to the brim," Nora said, before her lips engulfed her son's cock.

"Yes Nora!" Jon groaned as his mother's mouth glided along his cock. He didn't know when it happened, was it the first time he masturbated to her, or the night he fucked her thighs, or when she first sucked him off? Whenever it was somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted his first time to be with her.

"Yes baby, cum for me," Nora mumbled from around his shaft as her hand fondled his balls. Her thighs snapped closed as her mound moistened as his cum struck the back of her throat. "You always taste so good baby," she said, giving his deflating crown a little lick. Her eyes glanced to Julie noting how her hand was between her legs. "Now baby you need..." A proud smile formed on her lips as Jon quickly dropped to his knees. Gooseflesh ran along her skin at how his hands felt as they ran up her thighs. "Yes! Mmmhmm! I've waited for this all day!" Nora said breathlessly, as she held his head against her cunt. Tilting her head back as Jon licked and sucked on her labia, giving her little clit a gentle nibble before his lips wrapped around it. She was so very pleased that Jon took to his lessons she had taught him on how to eat her out. Equally pleased to know that his skills were vastly improving.

"So baby," Nora cooed getting his attention as his tongue curled inside of her channel. Shuddering a little as he tasted her nectar from her orgasm. "How would you like your mother to fuck you?" she asked, her lips curled into a devilish grin as his eyes darted back and forth.

"On top, I-I-I..."

"Yes? What is it that you want baby?" Nora asked lovingly, as her hand brushed along the top of his head.

"C-can you be on top?" Jon asked, his heart racing a hundred miles an hour.

"Of course baby," Nora said sweetly, her fingers ran down the side of his face, coming to a rest on the underside of his chin, lifting him up. "We are going to fuck in every position there is, so you don't need to worry. If there's any you want to do again you just tell me. I'm more than happy to bend over, spread my legs, or whatever to make you happy Jon," she said, placing a long loving kiss on his lips tasting herself upon them. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time she tasted her sex on her son's tongue. "Get on the bed baby and your mother will fuck you until you send that hot load into my womb," Nora whispered wantonly as she noted how his cock had a resurgence. Smacking his ass as Jon quickly crawled towards the head of the bed.

"Look at it baby," Nora purred as she knelt above his cock. Loving how his eyes fluttered as she ran his head through her labia. "Are you ready to become a man?" she asked, biting her lip as his hands lightly gripped her thighs.

"Yes Nora, you're the one I want to take my..." Jon's cheeks heated rapidly as his eyes glanced down to his mother's cunt then back to her face.

"I know baby. I promise you're going to enjoy this, just as much as I am," Nora said reassuringly, as she slowly lowered herself. Feeling his hands moving up her body as she did. A soft whimper emanated from her lips as his head pressed against her entrance. A smile raised the corners of her lips as Jon gasped as she lowered herself upon his engorged head.

"Fuck!" Jon lightly moaned as his head pressed down on the mattress as his mother took him to the hilt.

"You like the feel of my pussy don't you baby?" Nora asked, just sitting there flexing her muscles so Jon could know her heat, her wetness, and her tightness that had built up over the past year.

"Mmmhmm," Jon nodded as he bit down on his lip. He so didn't know this was what a cunt would feel like on his cock. He was in heaven. Now he knew those asshats at his school, bragging in the locker room as he got ready for gym class, weren't lying in this regard.

Watching how his eyes shot to her hands as they covered his. Whimpering as Jon gave her breasts a gentle squeeze once she placed his hands upon them. Her right hand rested on his chest as her left braced herself on his right thigh as she slowly rocked on his cock. "God, Jon, your cock was worth the wait," Nora sighed blissfully as she rode her son. "Now how about we speed things up, hmm?" she purred as she leaned forward as her son nodded.

"Oh Mom..." Jon moaned as she glided along his rod. Feeling how it was being coated in her nectar. How it squeezed his cock with each stroke of her glide.

"Yes baby," Nora whispered. Kissing him lightly loving the look on her son's face as she brought him into the world of manhood. Her body trembling as his thumbs rolled her nipples. Her chest heaving as she rapidly plunged down on his cock. A cock that felt so good inside of her. She knew he was worried about his size. Jon did have an average size cock, but it's not the size she told him that most women desire it's their partner that brings out the most pleasurable experience for the both of them. Plus, she's had bigger cocks in her youth before she met Patrick. Bigger doesn't always mean better. "It's okay baby, if you can't last don't you dare think I'll be mad. This is your first time, I want you to experience what my pussy can give you," Nora said, as she stared down into his eyes. A coy smirk rose the left corner of her lips as Jon's hand quickly moved from her breasts to her ass. How she loved that feeling... more so when Jon held on to her as he thrust his hard cock into her wet cunt. "Fuck! Mmmhmm!" she nodded as the sounds of her sex resounded in her motel room. "Don't stop baby, I'm almost there," Nora said, feeling the first stirrings of her gradual meltdown. Watching how Jon's eyes rolled, his body trembled as she matched his pace, knowing soon that virgin cock of his would be filling her pussy with that white, hot cum she so craved. Their voices rang out in unison as mother and son reached that beatific peak together. Their orgasmic juices mixing together as they each held onto the other in their ecstasy.

Lightly kissing her son before easing off his cock. Julie's punishment was over, there was no need to have her watch as she brought her brother to his climax over and over again; that benefit was for her alone. Reaching down to the floor as she knelt at the foot of the bed. Knowing how her wet, cum filled pussy was flashing her son, which was the way she wanted it. Digging out his room's keycard, holding it out to Julie as she quickly covered herself up. "You're punishment is over for now. Go to bed," Nora said, in a stern motherly voice. Noting the wet spot that marred the cushion of the seat.

"Yes Mom," Julie said plainly, as she took hold of the keycard. Sighing into her mind when she knew only a hard rod would ever truly scratch the itch that's been building for the past month. Her eyes flickered up as she watched her brother walking on his knees towards their mother's ass.

"Baby!" Nora squealed in delight as Julie reached for the doorknob. "I didn't think you would or could get hard again so soon..." A shuddering moan rumbled in her chest as Jon drove his cock deep into her soiled cunt. "Yes Jon, fuck me, fuck your mother!" Nora moaned as Jon's balls slapped against her clit.

Julie sighed as she pressed her back against the door shutting out the noise of their relations from the world. Moping as she walked to her brother's room. Knowing that she had caused her own punishment. She too wanted what her mother was getting, especially after her father showed her how good sex really was. Was it her fault that she grew to enjoy sex? She had watched how Jon was getting better and better as the days went by. She had and still does masturbate as she peeked on how her mother writhed on her bed as Jon was eating her out. She so missed that. Well... not that she knew really what that was like. Her father never spent that much time tasting her pussy, just enough to get her wet then straight to fucking. The door closed behind her as she ambled over to the bed. Her back bounced on the mattress as she curled herself into a ball. Her hand darted down between her legs as she touched herself to the moans that filtered through the wall.

******

One week later...

"Here?" Jon said, holding out the finished article that his editor asked him to do. He wanted to show it to his mother before he turned it in. He had changed her name and left out most of the locations where they had touched each other, however, the acts -- namely the five hours of raw sex they'd had that night - were in left in.. When his mother got back the next morning she had a wild look in her eye as he laid naked on her bed his cock in his hand, wiggling it at her, taunting her to come get it.

"Oh? What's this?" Nora asked, while she already knew what it was. As her eyes scanned down the paper, she couldn't help but feel the love he put into those words, especially how he described her from his point of view. The way she moved, the way her breasts jiggled and felt every night they were in his hand as they snuggled, to how his eyes couldn't look away as her dresses or jeans became taut along her ass. How captivating her smile was whenever he saw it. To how stunningly beautiful she looked on that night. To how her very presence brought peace to him. "Oh Jon," Nora whispered as her right hand rested lightly on her chest. Feeling her skin becoming flushed and aroused at the sensuous words he used to describe her. "That was so beautiful! If my cycle hadn't just started I would fuck you right here... but," she said, her eyes slyly glancing over at Julie as she had kept her eyes on the tops of her thighs the moment her brother had walked into the room. Ever since that night she had seen how Julie looked at her brother. "Maybe... Julie has earned a little reprieve?" Nora thought to herself as Jon had a curious look on his face.

"But?!" Jon said, trying not to let his eagerness show. His mind flashing back to that night, the day after, and each night since they've been home. Was it his fault that he enjoyed being in bed with his mother? To hear those hot whispering moans as he brought her to orgasm over and over again. He felt his snake growing down his leg as the image of his mother spent from her climax, her dark brown hair was feathered along the bed, her left hand covered her breast as she bit on her nail, her lips were curled into a smile. Her left leg was bent as her foot rested on the bed. Watching how her eyes slowly opened, how she gazed at him not as his mother, but as the man that brought her to the edge and held her there until she toppled over.

"I don't think you're ready for anal or that you could handle the feel of your mother's ass wrapped around that cock," Nora teased, seeing how his cock flexed at the thought of it. "You have to be a tad more restrained with me back there than you have been lately," she said, remembering how she screamed as Jon fucked her hard and rough on the third day they'd taken their relationship further. "Soon baby, I'll let you back there. Not even your father had me there," Nora said, biting her lip as his cock flexed. How she wanted to give him something that even his father hadn't touched. That was one thing she was willing to try to spice things up. Yet she was always scared to try it. Patrick never really gave her the confidence that she could trust him with taking her back there. He always had this look in his eyes when he would bring up the subject to her; she didn't know what it was, it just never sat right with her, but she was willing to try it if it would bring them closer once again. However, Jon didn't have that look, and she was sure that her son wouldn't hurt her if they ever had anal sex, unlike she felt Patrick would hurt her if she had given him the chance. "Julie?"

"Yes Mom?" Julie replied as she kept her head bowed. She didn't want Jon to see how horny she was. She's been in a constant state of arousal as she could hear them fucking every night. She had even started to masturbate along with them thinking it was her that was riding her brother's cock.

"Have you been fucking anyone lately?" Nora asked, knowing full well she hadn't been given how her daughter's body language screamed -- No!

"No Mom," Julie said in a low whisper.

"Well, since I can't properly please my man right now," Nora said lovingly, as her fingers ran down Jon's right thigh. "How about you fuck your brother for me."

"What?! Really?!" Julie asked, her head snapped up. Her pussy throbbed at the prospect of having something filling her once again.

"Really," Nora nodded. "You've been a good little pussy eater lately. I thought I'd let you have a little treat for today," she said, smirking when she noted her daughter's hardening nipples as they pressed against her shirt.

To Be Continued...
Outrage! Pt. 02
Nora sets her plan into motion, will Jon go along?
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.

******

"You absolutely sure that I can?" Julie asked, as she rose from her seat. Her dark brown hair, like her mother's, brushed along her chest, knowing her 36B breasts weren't anything compared to her mother's 32DDs.

"I'm quite sure," Nora nodded. "Although, if you don't want to..."

"No!" Nora smiled at her daughter's quick response. "I just want to make sure you won't get mad at me," Julie said weakly, as she stared down at her feet.

"I wouldn't have said it if I was going to get mad," Nora said, reaching over and taking hold of her son's, her lover's, hand. "You don't mind if your sister takes care of you in my stead, right?"

"Umm..." Jon scratched his left cheek. Unsure on how to say it without his mother getting mad.

"Its okay Jon," Nora cooed, glancing down seeing her son's cock twitch. Something that she knew her daughter saw as well. Julie had a long way to go before she even began to forgive her daughter for the sight she saw nearly two months ago. Yet for as long as Julie stayed in her house she would forever be her bitch. Her son, no, Jon was her man now, her lover, and she would never impose her will onto him. That was only for Julie, Jon was just now finding his sexual identity. She wasn't about to stymie her own son's sexual awakening. Nora was simply going to teach him how to be a better lover than his own father ever was. "You're young and inexperienced. I would never want you to miss out on something because I love having you in my bed."

"Only if you're okay with it," Jon stated as he looked down at his mother.

"Of course, I am. I am the one who suggested it after all," Nora said, smiling up at her son knowing how eager her daughter was to scratch the itch.

"Jon..." Julie's hand reached out to take hold of her brother's left hand, "please won't you come to my room," Julie said softly, as her brown eyes rose to meet her brother's. "Maybe you could show me how you taste Mom," she mumbled, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Go on." Nora winked at her son as she gave his hand a squeeze. Praying that Jon would go along with her plan to rub Patrick's face in the fact his son was and always will be a better lover than he ever will be. She was just going to have to plan on a way to get her so-called friends to come to her home. Three of them were dealing with divorces due to their inability to keep their whorish legs closed. Still, the thought of putting the screws to her bastard of a husband was very pleasing to her as she watched Julie lead Jon to her room. Sighing as the door began to close, knowing it was going to be a long five days before she could feel her son back inside of her. Picking up Jon's article as the latch of Julie's door clicked. A warm, loving smile graced her lips as she began to re-read it.

******

Jon looked around his sister's room, pondering the last time he was even in it. Noting all the knick-knacks that she had garnered throughout her life stored within those four walls. Watching how Julie was moving her stuffed animals off her bed. Listening to her mutter to them as she placed them on her desk after giving each one a kiss. Then it all changed, his back grew stiff as Julie lifted her shirt along her chest. His already hard cock flexed against the denim of his jeans as her braless breasts came into view.

"I know I'm not pretty like Mom is Jon," Julie said, hanging her head. "But I hope..."

"What're ya talkin' about?" Jon asked, confused.

"I hear it all the time," Julie stated, her right arm moved across her stomach holding onto her left arm. Tilting her head to the right so she could view her brother. "All the boys I know are always going on and on about how pretty, how hot, how beautiful Mom is. They never give me a second look. My tits are small, I don't have Mom's looks, my hips..." Her heart fluttered as Jon placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Sis, you are beautiful. Whoever told you that is a fool," Jon said, heatedly. Whatever happened or how it started, it didn't matter. She was still his sister, and damn all those who put her down.

"Do you mean that?" Julie asked, stepping into her brother. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" Her eyes searched her brother's as her hands rested on Jon's chest.

"Of course, I mean it," Jon nodded firmly.

Julie wrapped her arms around her brother, holding him tightly as she buried her face into his neck. She felt tears of joy reaming her eyes as her hands moved up her brother's back. Biting her lip as she felt his own arms wrapping around her waist. "Do you like how my breasts feel against your chest little brother?" Julie whispered into his ear. Her breath hot against it as her lips brushed along his ear. "I know this does," she said, rubbing her mons Venus against her brother's bulge. "Will you make your stupid, horny sister feel good," Julie purred as she stared into her brother's eyes. After nearly two months of watching her mother flirt with Jon, having to listen and spy as her mother had Jon finger her on the couch. To how Jon had knelt down lifted her mother's dress and just so wantonly shoved his face between her legs without a word. "Unlike Dad," she grumbled in her mind. Wondering why she had been so easily fooled by her father's words. While she did love her father, as a father, the time she had spied on how her mother and Jon interacted in and out of the bedroom showed her that there were better men out there than he was. Her lips brushed against his testing the waters.

Julie produced a little yelp of surprise as Jon pulled her into him. Her nails scraped lightly along his chest as she felt his left hand grabbing hold of her ass. She pondered if this was what they meant by foreplay as Jon kissed her passionately. Her father didn't spend too much time on it. Always rushing their encounters like he always had to be somewhere else. Her nails tore at his shirt as she breathlessly pulled away. Gooseflesh raced along her skin as her brother's hand move up the side of her chest. Softly whimpering as she felt his hand cradling her left breast. Her muscles trembling as her nipple rolled between his fingers. Breathing heavily into his ear as Jon nibbled along her neck. Her body moved on its own as she led him towards her bed. Her hands moved down his chest as she sank down onto the edge of her bed. Smiling up at him before his shirt engulfed his head. Her heart hammered in her throat as her fingers unhooked the button of his jeans. While she knew her brother wasn't anywhere near the size of their father, yet she didn't care, she just wanted to see if what she had witnessed for so long was as good as it appeared to be.

Her nose nuzzled her brother's stomach as she inhaled the scent of his skin. The sound of the brass zipper filled the room as she lowered it as Jon sent his shirt flying through the air before striking and sliding down the wall. Her brown eyes stared up at her brother as she pushed his pants and underwear to the floor. Her breathing quickened as his cock bobbed before her just inches from her face.

"Go on," Jon said, with a slight smirk. "It isn't like you haven't been staring at my cock for some time now."

Slowly, reaching out, taking a dry swallow as her hand wrapped around the base of her brother's cock. It wasn't that she didn't know how to suck a cock, her father had taught her how, it was every time she did her father skipped tasting her cunt. "Jon... will you taste me if I do this?" Julie asked, as she peered up at her brother.

"What, did Dad not do that?" Jon asked, arching an eyebrow as his thighs trembled as her hand ran gently along his shaft.

"No," Julie said, shaking her head.

"Why not?"

"I don't know, every time we were together Dad would skip that and just fuck me like I was just another conquest," Julie said, watching how her brother's eyes fluttered as her thumb teased the underside of his crown. "It took watching you and Mom to make me realize that," she cooed as she leaned forward as her lips parted eager to take her brother's manhood into her mouth. Her eyes glanced up at her brother's moan. Smirking inwardly at the fact that her brother enjoyed her sucking him off. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock as she eased off of his rod. Loving how his muscles quivered as she swirled her tongue around the crown of his pole. "So, will you?" Julie asked, with pleading eyes. Her pussy throbbed just thinking about how his tongue would feel on her wet cunt.

"Of course," Jon said, without hesitation.

Julie's body heated as his words settled on her shoulders. Lightly biting her lip, scooting back along her bed towards the headboard. Her fingers nervously fumbled with the button on her own shorts as she watched how her brother quickly stepped out of his pooled jeans. Her breasts jiggled as she eased down her zipper, her breathing increased as Jon placed a knee on her bed. Knowing that within seconds she would finally experience the bliss she had seen for so long on her mother's face. Her cheeks heated as Jon's fingers gently tugged her shorts down her legs, wondering if he liked her blue lacy panties she had worn that day as she lifted her legs watching how her shorts slipped from her body. Noting how her brother's nose wiggled as her arousal filled the air as her panties peeled off her wet sex. The light blush on her cheeks grew darker as her brother stared down at her glistening cunt.

"Don't stare Jon, its... embarrassing," Julie whispered.

"Huh? Why would you be embarrassed?" Jon asked, feeling his sister's gooseflesh as the pads of his fingers ran along her thighs. "You have a very pretty pussy sis."

"Y-you really think so?" Julie stammered seeing her brother nod.

"Didn't Dad tell you this?"

"No," Julie said, shaking her head quickly.

"Well... you do," Jon said, with a warm smile. Leaning forward, watching how his sister's eyes were on him as his hands ran up her stomach. Listening to her whimper as he cradled her breasts in his hands, noting how the back of her head pressed into the mattress and how her back arched as he tweaked her nipples. Her brown eyes darted to and fro as his mouth was only inches away from her lips. Her fingers softly ran along his left cheek as she caressed it. Her moan filled his mouth as they kissed while his featherlight touch danced up her dew laden labia. Her hand pressed hard on the back of his head as he gently rolled her clitoris.

Her panting grew louder as she pulled away from him. Her womb quivered as her brother teased that aching bud so wantonly. Her nails dug into his skin as her canal clenched at the way Jon was touching her neglected cunt. Feeling her climax nearing its peak after months of draught. Suddenly her eyes shot open and stared heatedly at her brother as he just stopped his exploration of her pussy.

"What? I thought you would rather cum on my tongue than my fingers," Jon said, with a smirk.

Julie couldn't keep her smile from showing as she nodded her head very vehemently. "Oh Jon, I would love nothing more than to do that," Julie said, dreamily. Her fingers weaved through his hair as he leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth. Moaning as his tongue swirled around her areola, her hands gripped tightly to his arms as her brother flicked her nipples with the tip of his tongue. "Yes Jon, you can do that any time you want, whenever you want," she said, breathlessly. Trying to hold back her orgasm, she wanted to do that on that tongue of his, yet the want, the longing to feel it for so long was quickly breaking down her will. Her hand pressed on the top of his head as her impatience was winning out as Jon kissed down her stomach. "Oh God!" Julie loudly moaned as she finally felt her brother's tongue as Jon licked up her slit with the flat of his tongue. "Jon!" she howled in bliss at he flicked the tip of that pink muscle against her clit. Her breathing grew rapid, her fingers curled around her comforter as her brother parted her moist lips. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he teased her vulva. Julie's body quaked as Jon's lips captured her clit.

"That's it Jon, lick your sister's pussy!" Julie growled in want as she ground her hips against his lips. A shuddering moan escaped her lips as she felt her brother's tongue slipping into canal. Her cry echoed in her room as her thighs squeezed her brother's head as her cream surged down her channel. "Don't stop... taste me... more!" Julie said, not realizing her speech was broken as her body jerked and twitched in the aftermath of her orgasm. Feeling her juices running out of her cunt as Jon's tongue left her heat, her fingers grabbed tufts of his hair as she rubbed her wet pussy on his face as Jon never once eased his efforts to bring her to her next climax. "Yes!" Julie screamed out as her peach juice gushed out as her second orgasm raced through her body.

Julie watched as her body jerked as Jon coughed roughly from being drowned in her orgasmic juices. Rising from her spot as Jon sat on the back of his legs. Her eyes zeroing in on that hard, protruding cock of his. Smiling at her brother as she straddled his lap. "You look so good covered in my pussy juice," Julie said, sweetly. Her hand took hold of the base of his root as she pointed that bulbous head at the entrance of her paradise. "God yes!" she whimpered as she lowered herself onto her brother's pole. "You cock feels so good in me," she panted as she lowered herself down it. Julie passionately kissed her brother as his hands rested on her hips. Her juices coating every inch of his cock as her hips glided along his hard rod. "Yes Jon, you like how your sister's hot, wet, tight pussy hugs that cock, don't you?" Julie asked, as she rolled her hips as she squeezed her folds. Loving how she could bring such sheer pleasure to his eyes.

"You're so tight," Jon stammered as his cock felt like her muscles were squeezing the life out of him.

"Well... I haven't been fucked in so long," Julie said, her tongue flickered out teasing his upper lip. "And your cock feels so good deep inside of me," she purred. Breathing heavily as his hands moved from her hips to her ass. "That's it Jon, touch me. Touch me everywhere, so that my body knows the man that's given me..." Tossing her head back as her pussy clamped down on her brother's rod.

Julie smiled like a fool as she felt her brother's cum running out of her cunt. They had fucked like rabbits for the past thirty minutes, and it was heavenly. Her eyes ran down her brother's back as he dressed. "Jon, you don't have to run off... we can fuck some more... after I've rested," Julie said, her heart hammered in her chest as her brother smiled over his shoulder.

"Oh, I'd planned on it, it's just that I got to head to the school and turn in that article," Jon said, knowing that his teacher adviser would be there at this time of day. She was always there or somewhere else other than at home due to what he heard were marital problems at home. He didn't know what they were nor was he going to ask.

"Do you promise? That when you get back that you'll take your bad, naughty, and sexy sister and fuck her hard?" Julie asked, crawling naked along her bed. She liked the fact that his eyes were on her breasts, so she knew he wasn't lying to her when he had told her he loved them; nor did he paw at them and leave them sore like her father always did. Their one sexual encounter showed her how much better Jon already was as a lover than their father could ever be. With Patrick it was about his pleasure, yet with Jon, he made slow, sweet, body numbing love to her. Made sure that she got off not once, not twice, but four times, and she couldn't wait for when Jon got home so he could watch as her ass bounced as he fucked her from behind.

"Of course, that is if you want me to?" Jon nodded as his shirt slid down his chest.

"Don't you see your cum dripping down onto my bed?" Julie asked, as she knelt before him. Running her hands up her stomach playing with her breasts as she gazed at her brother.

"Kind of hard to miss sis," Job replied with a smirk. Noting how his sister spread her lips apart allowing more of his seed to pour onto her bed.

"Then you should know that I want my pussy filled once again. I want to shudder as I feel it filling my womb to the brim. Don't worry I'm on the pill. Have been since I was thirteen. It helps regulate my period. I know not something you want to hear," Julie giggled behind her hand. "I just wanted to let you know you can cum in me as much and as often as you like," she purred wantonly. Her hand reached out and took hold of her brother's shirt. Pulling him into her, her tongue rolled in his mouth, sending a silent thank you to their mother in teaching Jon how to kiss. "Hurry back," Julie whispered lustfully as her lips left his.

"As I expect from my man," Nora said, with a coy smirk as she rested her arm on the back of the couch as she turned to look at her son. "So how was it? Did you enjoy fucking your sister?" she queried as Jon shut Julie's door.

"Yeah," Jon nodded.

"Good. I want you to get all the experience you want baby just remember to always come back to me. I don't mind sharing you, just so as long as you know who's bed you belong in," Nora stated gazing lovingly at her son.

"Mom," his feet propelled him across the floor, "have you seen yourself lately?" Jon asked, as his hand slipped into hers as she held it out to him.

"No, should I have?" Nora enquired, with a sly smirk.

"I know you know how fucking hot you are," Jon whispered as he tilted his mother's chin.

Nora's hands flew out, clamping onto the side of her son's head. She kissed her son, her lover, her man with such wanton passion she wondered how she hadn't realized that her soon-to-be ex-husband and she never shared any in their years of marriage. Her tongue rolled within his mouth tasting her daughter's pussy on his tongue. God. Even when it wasn't her, she still got hot just thinking of what he could do with that tongue of his. Most of his skill she had taught him, some - to her sublime amazement - he had learned on his own. Sending a silent thank you to whomever invented Google. Her thumb brushed along his cheek bone as she stared into his eyes as their lips pulled away from one another.

"God, I want to fuck you so badly right now," Nora growled hungrily. Knowing that the next four days were going to be murder on her.

"Welcome to every guy's world in a six block radius," Jon said, with a coy smile. Knowing how he had heard often enough to know how the men in the neighborhood would give their left nut for a night with his mother.

"True," a smirk rose along her lips, "but there is only one man I want," Nora cooed lovingly.

"Glad to hear it," Jon teased he didn't know how he would act knowing his mother was fucking some guy she didn't love. He could keep his jealousy hidden if it meant his mother was happy with whomever she was dating. Just like how she was willing to let him explore his newfound sexuality. "I'll be back in an hour or two," Jon stated plucking his article off the cushion beside her.

"Where are you going?" Nora asked, arching an eyebrow, she had wanted to spend the late afternoon snuggling with her son and maybe giving him a blow job or ten during the commercial breaks.

"To turn this in," Jon said, rustling the paper.

"But its Saturday?!" Nora uttered in a confused tone.

"I know, but my teacher advisor should be there, I have to get her to sign off on it before I can turn it in to my editor," Jon said, slyly peeking down his mother's shirt, who pulled down the collar of her shirt to give him a better look at her 32DD breasts.

"Then you better hurry back, these need to feel your lips on them," Nora spoke as she lifted her breasts slightly.
"I'll be back as fast as I can, those are something I definitely don't want to miss out on," Jon nodded vehemently.

"Fuck! Why does this week have to be a mess!" Nora bemoaned in her head. "God. If Patrick said or did a quarter of what his son has done in the time we've been together, I wouldn't have sought out my own son," she said to herself. "Although..." A sinful grin spread along her lips as her eyes burned into her son's crotch. "Patrick definitely couldn't get it up so fast like my Jon can."

"You be safe okay? You call me and I'll come and pick you up if you need me too," Nora said, gently squeezing his hand.

"Sure thing, Mom," Jon said, getting one last kiss in. Something his mother didn't hesitate or deny him, what could he say he loved how his mother's lips felt against his. His mother knew that too given how he had put that in the article as well.

******

Jon walked the last block to his school once he stepped off the bus. He wasn't going to enter the main part of the school, since that would be impossible. No. His school paper was located in a modular classroom on the west side of the campus. So, he knew the door would be unlocked. The wind teased his hair as he walked along the deck towards the modular building. Tilting his head when Jon heard some soft sobs drifting through the open window. Jon knocked on the door to give Janice Conner (his teacher adviser), time to collect herself. He heard her shuffling inside, "Probably needs to freshen up," he thought to himself.

"Come in." Jon heard her soft yet trembling voice through the window. He wondered what had caused her to break down into a crying fit and how long she had been there alone in her misery. "Jon?! What are you doing here?" Janice asked, her eyes were red and puffy. The dried tracks of where her tears once ran were noticeable as Jon drew near her desk.

"I came to get your okay on this," Jon said, laying his article down before her before he took a seat in front of her. "Are you okay Mrs. Conner?" he asked, a little worried. Setting the leather binder on the desk surface as he sat on those hard, uncomfortable chairs

"Yes... I'll be okay Jon, thank you for asking," Janice said, after a moment of silence. Her light blue blouse rippled as she reached down for her purse, pulling out her reading glasses case. Jon always thought she looked pretty when she wore them. She was cute without them on, but those frameless glasses she wore seemed to heighten her appeal. Scowling when her phone buzzed as her cheating husband bombarded her phone with texts.

"You sure you're okay?"

"No... but you don't want to hear about... my marriage... or lack thereof," Janice mumbled as her glasses slid along the bridge of her nose.

"It's going to be okay Mrs. Conner," Jon said, reaching across her desk. Lightly placing his hand over hers, "Whatever he's done isn't worth worrying about him. I'm sure you'll find that there are numerous men eager to take his place," he said, flashing her a warm smile.

"I only wish that was true," Janice said, sadly.

"It is," nodding his head vehemently, "you just haven't noticed the looks around school when you walk through the halls. You're a good woman you don't need to be saddled with a man who can't be true to you," Jon stated, watching how her cheeks rapidly heated.

"I don't think this conversation is appropriate Jon," Janice said, a little uneasy and nervous at what he was telling her. She couldn't believe any man or teenager would actually find her small breasts and petite body all that appealing when they can stare unabated at Mrs. Donner, the freshmen English teacher, with the E size breasts that she just shows off for the world. "So, what was your assignment about?" Janice asked, trying not to let her failing marriage show in her eyes.

"Sex," Jon said nervously, as he scratched his cheek.

"Sex?! But we have Sex Ed classes, why would Dereck put you on something we cover in school?" Janice asked, perplexed.

"Well, what sex is like with a woman, so that those who read that," pointing at the article, "won't feel nervous about it when they start having it themselves, or that's what Dereck told me anyway, when he gave me that assignment," Jon said, plainly.

"Hmm... I don't think that's a good reason to run this in the paper, but I'll give it a read," Janice muttered as she picked up his article. "Oh my god! He's actually did it! Fuck! Why am I getting aroused by it?!" she moaned in her mind as her eyes ran over the parts that he had written as he described how it felt to be with whomever this woman was. Wondering why it sounded like the woman was older than he was. Looking down feeling her thighs rubbing together, feeling how her neglected peach was wet at the sensuous words he used to describe their love making. "Jon?" Setting down the paper, "Did you really have sex with an older woman?"

"Two actually," Jon said, matter-of-factly.

"Two?! How could you talk two woman, who are older than you, into having sex with you?"

"Honestly, I have no idea!" Jon exclaimed wearing a smile.

"Was it a one-time..." Her heart hammered against her ribs as Jon shook his head. "How many times have the two of you gotten together?"

"Almost every night and day, if she isn't too busy," Jon stated.

"Every day and night?!" Janice asked, in a stammering voice. Feeling her clit throbbing wondering what that would be like, to be able to feel satisfied in ways she hasn't since she met her husband. At twenty-six, she had thought life would be a dream when they were first married, at first it was, until her husband started working late, going out with his 'friends', or going on trips without informing her first. Then there were the strange calls late at night, to how he would go into another room to answer them. The way he was always glued to his phone as he texted with someone that wasn't her. "Jon... I know what I'm about to ask is highly inappropriate and not suitable for a teacher to be asking her student this and I don't want to butt into your personal life; yet I take the safety of my students seriously. This woman, she isn't taking advantage of you, is she?"

"What?! No, nothing of the sort."

"Then please tell me what exactly have the two of you been doing other than sex?"

"Well..." Scratching his chin pondering on what to say without hinting at the fact that it was his own mother that he was having sex with. "We go on dates, just a few weeks ago we went out of town," Jon said, pointing at the article. "That was where we... you know, took our relationship further. She's taught me a lot in the little time we've been together."

"Like what?" Janice asked, curiously. Trying not to see her student as a man, a man that wrote such a touching article about a woman that touched his body in ways she had thought her own husband had once done. Nevertheless, she couldn't keep from seeing Jon that way as he sat across from her.

"Like how to taste a woman's... sex. To listen to her body when I'm between her legs so she'll get the most pleasure out of it, and to always make sure my partner came before I even thought about unloading my own," Jon said, with a coy smirk. Noting how Janice's chest blushed and crept up her neck and also how her nipples pressed against her bra.

"Can I ask a personal question Jon?" Janice asked, bashfully.

"Sure," Jon nodded.

"W-when you're with this woman, do you... do you always taste her?" Janice asked, nervously. She couldn't believe she had asked that of a student that she was in charge of. What was wrong with her? She knew that was highly inappropriate and yet the days of sleeping alone while her husband was out fucking some tramp while she longed to be made love to were weighing on her.

"Of course," Jon nodded. "It'd be rude if I didn't when she sucks on my... you know."

"And this other woman, did you...?" Her cheeks became a deep shade of red, again, she couldn't believe she had asked that.

"Of course, she loved it too," Jon said, with a smirk.

"I'm sure she did," Janice whispered low. Feeling the heat coming off her cunt as her panties absorbed her nectar. She couldn't believe this was happening. She was a good teacher, she never once made one of her students think there might be something between them; yet it's been so long since she's felt satisfied. Her horny mind was negating her common sense. She knew if this conversation ever got out it wouldn't look good to the school board. "Well... I don't see anything wrong with your article, I might think it was wrong of Dereck to ask you to write something like this; but I can understand why he thought this was wise," Janice said, pushing his article to the side. Knowing what she was going to do once Jon left and was out of earshot as she leaned back in her chair. "I have another article I want you to write Jon," she stated, wondering if he would actually do it.

"Oh?" Jon said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes," nodding her head, "I want you to do another article just like the one you handed in but this time I want you to do it on this other woman. Say as a follow up to the one you just turned in," Janice said, waving her hand at the article.

"Okay, but why?" Jon asked, confused.

"Well, I think the students would benefit from reading how a man is supposed to take care of his partner during the act, and the way you wrote this," her hand tapped the article, "I love how you showed how this woman affects you when she's around. I wonder if this other woman will be the same or are you just out to get your fuck on and screw around on this other woman," Janice said, trying not to let her anger at her husband touch her words.

"Actually, she wants me to explore my sexuality given our age difference and that she was the one that took my..."

"You... let an older woman take your virginity?!" Janice gasped. "And that she's fine with you sleeping with other women?"

"As long as I know who's bed I belong in," Jon said, repeating his mother's words. Tilting his head when Janice whistled.

Janice just couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She couldn't believe Jon let an older woman take his virginity from him. Then again, she began to ponder...

"So... what you're saying is that the two of you have an open relationship, is that right?"

"A what?!" Jon asked, unsure what an open relationship meant.

"It means you get to see other women while dating this woman," Janice said, gesturing again to the article. "Tell me, not as your teacher, but as a woman, how did you end up with the other woman?"

"Oh, she kind of set it up," Jon said, nervously.

"She... set it up?" Janice asked, in shock. Wondering what kind of woman would let her man do something like that. Although, with the thoughts swirling in her mind... sighing in her mind knowing she couldn't act on her thoughts. No matter how much her pussy ached for a nice hard cock. She couldn't sleep with a student; she didn't want to become one of those kinds of teachers.

"Yeah, her cycle started so you know," Jon said, bashfully.

"Ah. I can see how that would put a hold on things," Janice said, flashing him a smile. "Well, I'll shoot Dereck an email telling him that you finished the assignment," she said, slyly glancing at the article. She might not be willing to cross that line, that didn't mean she couldn't touch herself thinking of what it would be like with Jon between her legs.

"Thanks," Jon said, rising from his seat. "Mrs. Conner?"

"Yes Jon," Janice said, turning her chair as he walked around her desk. Her eyebrow rose as he held out his arms to her. "Jon, I don't think that would be wise."

"Why? Because I'm a student?"

"Yes," Janice said, weakly.

"Screw that," Jon said, forcibly. Janice yelped in surprise as Jon pulled her to her feet.

Janice gasped as he hugged her. She tried not to think how good it felt to be held by a man. A man that wasn't trying to sleep with her, just a good friend trying to lift her spirits.

"I'm sorry you're going through this. Whatever he did, I hope you find someone that makes you feel happy," Jon whispered.

Janice buried her face in his chest, feeling her cheeks burning at his words. However, as she peered down she noted the bulge in his pants. Her pulse raced as she could have sworn she could see the shape of his cock. Before she knew it she felt her arms wrapping around him. Trying not to tear up again, yet she hasn't told anyone of her suspicions about her husband. Jon was the first one to guess that Ben, her husband, was a cheating bastard. She could feel her resolve weakening as she lifted her gaze upwards. "Don't do it, don't do it Janice," she told herself. Before her body could heed her minds order she felt herself rising to her tiptoes. Being five foot and three inches tall, Jon had a good seven inches on her. There as the sun shone through the windows of the classroom she did the one thing she tried never to do or hoped never to do in her career as their lips embraced one another's. Jon was the only man she's ever kissed since she's been married. Until now she's been a loyal wife, a loyal partner, but all that went out the window when she got the report from her PI. She was tired of all her assumptions, she needed proof. Which she got an hour before Jon showed up.

"Jon, I'm..."

"Don't be sorry," Jon said, with a warm smile. "I've wanted to do that for a while now. These glasses make you so pretty, you're stunning without them, but with them you're gorgeous," he stated watching how her eyes quivered as his thumb brushed lightly along her lower lip.

"We can't date you know that," Janice said, sternly. She might have slipped up, and she might need and want that hard cock of his. She knew she desperately wanted to feel his tongue on her pussy. Ben had stopped doing that the moment they were married and yet he demanded that she suck him off.

"I wouldn't want to get you in trouble Mrs..."

"Janice, Jon," she said, sweetly. "You say this woman you're seeing truly doesn't mind you sleeping with other women?"

"As long as I remember who's bed I belong in at night," Jon nodded. "She wants me to gain experience since well... you know."

"Will you give me some time?" Janice asked, her left hand gently caressed his right cheek.

"Sure," Jon nodded.

"Do you really find me attractive Jon?" Janice asked, a smile lifted the corners of her lips as he nodded. "Then give me your number, if we do this, I want to be able to call you at a moment's notice; because I've got a lot of time to make up on," she said, with a sinful smirk. "You'll help me stain a few of my sheets in my cum won't you?"

"Oh, most definitely!"

"Good answer," Janice purred before getting another kiss in. She sent whoever the woman was a thank you for teaching Jon to kiss, and for everything else she was going to partake in.

Jon couldn't believe what had just happened as he walked through the campus of the school. He had to thank his mother for giving him the boost of confidence that he's never had before they started sleeping together. He began to ponder on just what her husband had done to make her stray. Not that he was complaining. Janice had starred in quite a number of his sex fantasies. The sound of the car horn caught him unawares as he stepped off the sidewalk and onto the bus parking lot. Looking around for who it could be.

"Jon!" Arching an eyebrow as he heard his sister's voice calling to him as she waved her arm out the window.

"Sis?! What are you doing here?" Jon asked, as he walked up to his sister's car.

"I couldn't wait for you to come home, so I thought I'd come pick you up," Julie said, her cheeks heating as she looked up at her brother.

"Oh?" Jon couldn't keep his smile from showing as his sister's nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her shirt.

"Jump in," Julie said, smiling at him, nodding her head to her right. She wasted no time pulling out of the parking lot heading away from their house. A sinful smile spread across her lips as her brother looked over at her.

"Sis?!"

"Hmm?" Julie hummed as she turned left heading towards the lake that was twenty minutes away.

"Where are we going?" Jon asked, tucking the leather binder between the console and the seat.

"You'll see," Julie cooed as she reached over. Her hand lightly ran along the inside of Jon's left thigh. "You just sit back and enjoy the ride little brother," she purred as she shifted into third gear. Her hand playfully teased the knob of gear shift. "Just think of it Jon, my hand, your cock, the gentle yet firm grip of it as it slowly jacks you off," Julie said, in a salacious purr. Slyly noting the movement in his pants, her fingers skimmed along the shaft of the gear shift as she downshifted. She wondered what her brother would think when he finds out she wasn't wearing any panties. She could feel her mound rubbing along her cut off denim jeans. She knew how they made her ass look, and she so wanted her brother to stare at it as she teased him once they got to the lake.

"I could say the same to you dear sister," Jon said, in a deep sinful voice. Feeling gooseflesh racing along his sister's skin as his finger's skimmed along her smooth thigh. Smirking when Julie released a gasp then a throaty purr as he ran his fingers up along his sister's slit. Noting how her hands gripped the steering wheel trying to keep her speed down without having to shift to third and dislodge his hand.

"Fuck Jon," Julie whimpered as his finger pressed firmly on her clit. She was having trouble keeping her eyes on the road and her foot on the gas pedal as her hunger burned through her body. Breathing heavily as Jon pulled his hand away so she could focus on the road. She could feel the denim already becoming soaked in her juices. She was only able to do this because her mother's cramps were getting bad and went to bed early to sleep the pain away. As long as she made sure Jon found her bed when they got back her mother didn't care if she took Jon to the lake. In her mother's words: my man has been very good to me for this past month, I think he deserves a little fun. The back of her fingers brushed down his left cheek as they sat at a stop sign. She couldn't wait to get to the lake, she knew of a very special and very secluded spot where they could enjoy themselves without being interrupted.

"Sis? Where are you going?" Jon asked, as his sister drove past the main road that led to the lake proper.

"To this little spot I know," Julie said, with a sly grin. Reaching over, taking hold of his hand, feeling how good it felt as her cheeks held a rosy color to them. "It's a place I go to when school drama gets too much for me. Now I'll have another reason to go there," she said, gently squeezing his hand before she downshifted, coasting through the turn before engaging her clutch.

Hitting the button for the trunk once she had pulled her car to a stop in the small gravel parking spot of that hidden entrance to a cove on the eastern end of the lake. Here she never worried about boats speeding around, no other swimmers being annoying and loud, no houses lining the banks. Julie and her brother had the place all to themselves just the way she wanted it. Watching her brother's reflection in the glass of her window as she purposely bent just enough as she slid out of her seat showing how her mound was hugged by her shorts.

"I bet you've never been skinny dipping before," Julie said, with a coy smirk as she pressed the towels tightly to her chest as she passed her brother who was wearing a perplex look on his face. "Come on Jon," she teased, shaking her ass as she smiled over her shoulder. A shocked gasp escaped her lips as Jon rubbed her covered mound slow and steady. Whimpering as he pulled his fingers away, only to bite her lip, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as his hard bulge rubbed against her hot mound. Her hand rested against the trunk of the oak tree where she had dropped their towels at the base of. Peering back at her brother as she ground her ass against his cock. "Take it out Jon, and fuck me," Julie pleaded. Biting her lip as Jon squeezed and rolled her ass.
"Tell me how much you want your brother's cock," Jon commanded. Flashing his sister a smile when she rolled her eyes.

"Oh Jon, I so desperately need your cock," Julie cooed teasingly.

"Then why are you still in your shorts?" Jon asked, backing away as he lowered the zipper of his jeans. Stroking his cock as Julie slowly rolled her ass at him as she pushed down her shorts. A primal, rumbling, chesty growl emanated from his chest as he stared at his sister's red, puffy lips.

"Jon," Julie said sweetly, drawing his gaze to her face. "I need you... here," her voice shuttered as her fingers ran along her labia, "don't worry about me, I want you to cum. Fill my pussy with your cum, brother," she said, spreading her lips open, letting her brother see how eager her little hole was. Reaching back, resting her left hand on his hip as she felt the tip of his cock pressing at the entrance to her garden. Sucking in a breath as she felt her folds welcoming her brother back into the depths of her womanhood. Feeling Jon's hands running up her stomach, along the underside of her breasts, panting as Jon gently rolled her nipples while his hips hammered his cock into her. It was taking all her will not to moan aloud knowing while the cove was rarely visited that didn't mean it didn't get its share of visitors. She didn't want anyone taking this time away from them. Her grip tightened on his hip as she was reaching her peek. Squealing as Jon gave her nipples a firm but light tug causing her canal to clench.

"Shit." Julie heard her brother as his hands grabbed hold of her hips. Smiling wickedly, rolling her hips, feeling her ass brushing against his groin as she milked Jon's cock.

"Cum for me Jon," Julie panted, little yelps escaped her clenched teeth as Jon thrust hard into her. Slamming her hips back feeling his cock swelling so that hot seed could be as deep as she could get it. Her womb quivered as she felt his lifeforce striking the back of it.

******

Two days later...

Nora Roberts hummed as she worked around her shop. The sound of her camera flared off as she took one pose after another all to tease her son, her man, while he was in class. A sinful smile rose the corner of her lips as her eyes moved down all the photos she had taken. She definitely loved the one were her hair was held high, with her burgundy shirt hanging open showing off the matching bra underneath it. Wondering if that was enough cleavage to entice something to rise as her eyes moved along curvature of her breasts. She couldn't send any photos of her pretty little pussy; she didn't want to send him a bloody mess and ruin what she hoped would be a very hard cock at the sight of her risqué photos she had just sent her son.

"Not cool! You know how hard it is to concentrate on my class! Naughty!" Nora giggled at the text her son had sent in return.

"I've been a bad, bad mama, why don't you spank me then," Nora sent back. A rumbling purr emanated from her lips at her son's reply of: 'Oh, that's definitely going to happen when I get home.' It wasn't her fault that she's been sexually frustrated for the past two days. No matter the amount of blow jobs she gave him Saturday night when they got back from the lake, or all day Sunday, it never truly took the edge off. It was only when she was in the shower that she dared to touch herself without leaving a mess behind, and she couldn't close up her shop just to get her jollies off. "One more day," Nora muttered aloud, she felt her cunt throbbing at the thought of her son back between her legs. Tasting her sweet peach to his heart's content. Again, was it her fault she enjoyed having sex with her son, her lover? She didn't think so and yet she wondered if she would ever let her son go. Nora was torn on that matter, one: as a mother she wanted Jon to be as successful as he could be in whatever he chooses to be once he was out of high school. Two: as his woman she didn't want Jon to move away from her, she wanted to snuggle up to him every night, to hold him in her arms. Make passionate love to him every day and night, to feel his cum filling her womb to the brim like it had always done for the past two months.

Looking down her body, knowing that once her friend had left for the month, then a week after she would be at the peak of her ovulation. Her hands ran along her belly wondering what it would be like to carry her own son's child. Leaning back against the counter where her 1909 National cash register sat atop it, tilting her head back staring up at the floor above her. Pondering on what it would be like to hear the sounds of little feet running across the floor of her home. Picturing the smile on Jon's face as he chased after their child. Shaking the thought from her mind, she couldn't do that to her son, no matter how nice that dream was, Jon was still a growing boy, she couldn't willingly tie him down to one spot because she wanted to be pregnant with their love child. Yet she also knew she wasn't getting any younger, and if it didn't happen soon she knew it never would. However, the thought of missing out on raising another child brought a tear to her eye. So far they have been extremely lucky that her vaginal sponge had caught all of his little swimmers. Wondering if she should just stop using it and let nature take its course. Turning her head when the front door opened, and the little brass bell jingled overhead.

"Good morning feel free to look around, if you need anything I'd be happy to help," Nora stated smiling warmly at the early forties woman as she walked through the door. Her chestnut hair swayed as it brushed along her crisp, grey power suit. Her skirt was snug to her hips as she wandered her store. Nora didn't mean to look, yet she saw no panty lines. Smirking inwardly knowing that some man was going to be very happy wherever she was going after this.

"Thank you, I will," the woman said with a nod as the front door closed behind her.

Nora stood behind the counter, watching how that woman moved around her shop. Taking her time to study every piece she had for sale, her bigger items were stored in three different storage units a few miles from her place of business, however, to view those items personally one had to make an appointment so she could close her shop and hopefully sell a few of those items. Her regular costumers kept her lights on, while the walk-ins put a little extra in her son's pocket. Biting the inside of her cheek as the woman picked up a very expensive Tiffany lamp. Sighing in her mind when she set it back down as gently as she could.

"Is there something in particular that you're looking for?" Nora asked, after watching the woman for five long minutes.

"Sort of," the woman responded as she studied the Chippendale small round table.

"What exactly are you looking for?" Nora watched how the woman sauntered over to the counter; she knew from the way the woman walked that she was used to being in charge.

"I just been transferred here and am in desperate need to redecorate my office and the home the company I work for bought for me," the woman said, stepping up to the counter.

"Okay," reaching below the counter pulling out a notepad, "if you write down everything you want I'll see what I have in inventory," Nora said, placing a pen on top of the pad.

"Do you have any more of those Tiffany lamps?" the woman asked, as her hand moved quickly along the pad.

"Of course, although I only have three more in that style," Nora said, nodding to the lamp she had been looking at.

"But they are Tiffany lamps, yes?" the woman asked, inquisitively.

"That they are," Nora nodded, spinning her monitor around so the woman could view it. "These are the Tiffany lamps I have," she stated handing over the mouse so the woman could browse through her assortment of Tiffany lamps. Pulling out the three ring binder that had all the hard copies of her inventory. It was a backup should her computer go down. Taking the pad, her eyes glanced up as the woman eyed the screen very intently. Her finger ran down the list while her other hand open opened up the binder. She didn't need to see the tabs. She herself was the one that cataloged everything, so she knew which tabs held what. Whistling to herself inside her head at the amount when she added up everything she had that the woman wanted. There were a few items that she didn't have yet knew of someone that did. She hated giving out her competitions phone number, nonetheless, if she could get the woman to buy from her maybe she'd become a regular especially with the amount that stared up at her as the results of her tally on her calculator screen. Which came to a total of thirty-five thousand and eight hundred dollars. "Mrs?!"

"Its Ms. Hicks. Call me Maya," she said, holding out her hand to Nora.

"Well Maya," smiling warmly at the woman, "I have everything except these four items," Nora said, pointing at the four names on her list.

"Oh?! Do you really?!" Maya asked, excitedly. She'd been all around the city and only one store had four of the items she wanted, yet she loathed to deal with the man. One: he smelled horribly. Two: she didn't care for the attitude he had when she walked into his store. This was the last place she could go to and hope they had all the items she wanted. She had money to spend thanks to her new promotion, and she wanted to have her new home and office like she'd always dreamt of.

"Oh yes," Nora nodded firmly. Reaching over taking one of her business cards from the holder. Writing her personal phone number on the back of it. "Please give me a call, so we can set something up for you to peruse the more larger items I keep in storage," she said, handing Maya the card. "The smaller items are..."

"I know!" Nora noticed the warm light in the woman's green eyes as she nearly bounced on her feet. "I just didn't want to come out all giddy," Maya stated bashfully.

"Well, now that I know what you want, why don't we get those smaller items for you and set up an appointment later this week?" Nora inquired, knowing just those small items alone were going to be eleven grand. After an hour and a half, Nora helped pack the back of Maya's car with everything she had bought.

"Are you sure you don't have those four items? I really don't want to have to deal with that man," Maya sighed as she carefully closed her trunk lid.

"Oh? You already know Robert, huh?"

"Unfortunately," Maya groaned.

"I might be able to swing a trade with him, but that would make the prices for the items a tad more expensive depending on what I have to trade Robert for."

"I see. Please do, I'll pay double if I don't have to walk back into that shop of his."

"I'll see what I can do," Nora nodded, looking down as Maya handed her card to her.

"Please call me the moment you hear something, okay?!" Maya said warmly, her hand cupping Nora's as they stood less than a foot between them.

"I will," Nora replied flashing Maya a smile. All the while she was dancing in her head at the eleven grand that was currently sitting in her bank account.

"By any chance..." Nora stopped in her tracks as she turned to look back at Maya, "do you happen to offer like I don't know, something like a membership or something like that?"

"I do have a website, and I do offer a discount to regular customers. The web address is on my card. It has all my inventory on it," Nora stated matter-of-factly.

"I just might clean you out then," Maya chuckled waving goodbye to Nora before climbing into her car.

"If you do, then I better be seeing two million dollars," Nora said, to no one as she waved to Maya as she pulled out of her parking lot. Turning on her heel, humming happily as she walked back into her shop, thinking how good today was, yet as with all good things. Shit has a way of pouring down when your happy as it did at that moment a few hours later.

Nora groaned inwardly as Marinda stepped into her shop. She tried to get the image of her former close friend standing in her bathrobe in her front door kissing her soon-to-be ex-husband out of her head, but that was impossible. She kept her distain from her face as Marinda sauntered along the floor. Nora had hoped Marinda was wallowing in her house knowing that she had destroyed their friendship, yet it appeared to her that Marinda was holding up quite well and she hated that!

"I know we haven't spoken in a month Nora," Marinda said, breaking the silence as she walked around her friends shop. It was her hope that she could mend their friendship. She knew she should have said something to Nora the first time Patrick had joined her and her husband. However, she always had a crush on the man, so when Patrick didn't hesitate to line her bed she didn't look to deeply into his words. Maybe should have, yet she was in lust, she finally got to have Patrick. Finally got to feel him deep inside of her, yet at what cost to her?

"So, you just thought to come to my place of business?" Nora asked, keeping her tone neutral as much as she could.

"It was the only way you'd talk to me," Marinda said, peering over the antiques.

"As you can see I am working," Nora said, gesturing to the paperwork before her.

"I know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea," Marinda said, sadly.

"Which part Marinda, you fucking my husband," she watched Marinda flinch at that, "me catching the two of you in your front door, or is it this very moment that you're referring to?"

"Okay, I fucked up! I let my pussy do the thinking for me when it comes to Patrick. You know this Nora," Marinda said, in a pleading voice. "You know how much I've had a crush on him since the day I met him, it's the same with Bod for you. Why else was I okay with having a threesome with you. I don't do that for just anyone Nora. Mine and Bob's life style might not be what you would think is proper, yet it works for us."

"Why are you here Marinda?" Nora asked, although it did give her a chance to implement her plan. She had wanted to wait and think it all out, however, Marinda showing up threw her a curve ball.

"I thought maybe... we can work this out between us. I know I should have told you the moment Pat agreed to join me and Bob, yet I let my lust cloud my judgment. I mean its not every day one gets to fuck the man she has a crush on," Marinda said bashfully, as she brushed her hair behind her ear. "But it doesn't excuse what I've done Nora. I'm just stating facts as they are."

"Then tell me," keeping her anger from her words, "how exactly were you planning on making up for the most enormous mistake of your life?" Nora asked, her mind racing as to how to get Marinda into her son's bed.

"Honestly, I don't know, but I'll do anything Nora, to show you how sorry I am. You're the first friend I made here when we first moved here. Please..." Moving quickly towards the counter, taking Nora's hands into hers, "you have to let me try to make it right between us," Marinda pleaded.

"Anything?" Nora asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, anything," Marinda nodded vehemently.

Nora couldn't keep her wicked smirk from showing, she couldn't believe Marinda had willingly walked into that. Now that she had Marinda snared she wasn't about to let go until the killing blow, figuratively speaking of course.

"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock, be here, or don't darken my doorstep ever again, do we have an understanding?"

To Be Continued...
Outrage! Pt. 03
With Marinda dealt with, is there a friendship in the future
Thanks to WAA01 for the edits

******

A few hours before the events of the end of the second chapter...

"Jon, could you wait a moment?" Janice asked, once the others of the school's newspaper had left the modular classroom.

"Sure," Jon nodded as he zipped up his bookbag. Seeing how her blue eyes glanced down to the article he had turned in that she had asked him to write when he turned in the first one on Saturday. Watching perplexingly as Janice got up from her seat, walking over to the doors and locking them. "Umm... Mrs..."

"I thought I told you to call me Janice," she said, flashing him a smile when she turned towards him. "You remember what we talked about Saturday?" Janice asked, turning the handle of the blinds so those walking past her classroom wouldn't be able to peer into it. She wasn't about to get caught in what she was about to ask him to do. For three days, three days, his words floated in her head, three days of feeling her pussy growing wet at the idea of what it would be like to be with Jon if it was she that was the subject of his first article. She had kicked her husband out of her bedroom that afternoon, after she got home. She wouldn't hear of word of what he was trying to spout off. Thinking she was so stupid as to believe his cheating didn't mean anything. That it was all a mistake. The only mistake she saw was getting married to his unfaithful ass. A mistake she was soon going to fix. She had already contacted a divorce lawyer to have her draw up the papers. When they were ready, they would be served at his place of work along with the tramp he's been screwing. She had sent the photos of them that her P.I. had taken to the woman's husband. From what she heard, they were going through a rather nasty divorce. It would seem this wasn't the first time his wife had cheated on him.

"Yeah, kind of hard not to," Jon answered with a smile on his lips, watching Janice walk back over to her desk. Noting how her ass pressed against the edge of it as she leaned against the front of it.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" Rolling his tongue in his mouth as Janice slowly pulled up her skirt. Showing him the sexiest pair of red panties he's ever seen. "Will you help me?" Janice asked, in a seductive purr. Noting how his bookbag slipped from his shoulders and landed with a thud on the seat beside him.

"Sure, it would be irresponsible of me to leave a woman in need," Jon said, sinfully. Seeing how her eyes followed him as he walked down the row before coming to stand in front of her. Her small, delicate hands reached out and ran up his chest before her fingers curled around his shirt, pulling him into her. Feeling her left thigh brushing along his right. Those eyes of hers staring up at him hungrily.

"You swear this woman you're seeing truly doesn't mind if we...?"

"She doesn't," Jon nodded.

"Then take off my panties Jon," Janice cooed, feeling his hands running down the side of her chest. "We can't fuck, not here..."

"I understand." Hooking his fingers around the waistband of her underwear, his eyes on hers as he slowly knelt before her watching her stunning pair of legs stepping out of them.

"While we might not be able to fuck, yet I can't stop thinking of what your tongue would feel like on my pussy," Janice spoke, spreading her legs as she retook her seat on her desk. "How does my pussy look to you down there?" she asked, running her fingers through her Christmas-tree style bush. "Is it as pretty as the other two?"

"Mmmhmm," Jon hummed, the sweet scent of her womanhood filled his nostrils.

"Then have a taste," Janice purred, spreading her labia open. The back of her calves pushed him closer; her need to feel his tongue drove her on. A gasp escaped her lips at the touch of that pink muscle. It had been so long since anyone -- namely her husband -- had tasted her sex. "Yes, Jon, right there," she said breathlessly. Running her hand through his very dark -- on the verge of being black -- brown hair. Her sandy blonde hair hung before her as she watched her student -- something she prayed would never happen in her career -- licking her aching cunt. Her thighs snapped closed, trapping Jon's head between them when he curled his tongue in her hot canal. "Jon!" Her scream was muffled by her cupped hand to keep from being detected as she came upon that glorious appendage. Feeling Jon swallowing down her orgasmic juices -- something else her soon-to-be ex-husband never did -- as she rode out her climax on those lips of his.

Her right index finger beckoned him to rise. Using her panties to clean his face when Jon stood between her legs. Gently pulling him down, her tongue rolled in his mouth just to see what she tasted like on his tongue while slyly stuffing her panties into his pocket. She wanted him to know while this was totally unethical on her part, she had no regrets. Also, she wanted him to know that while they couldn't come out and say it; that those who have been lusting after her would never get what Jon will and has gotten from her. So that the two of them would have this secret to hold over all the other lustful men and teenagers.

"Let me get you off," Janice said, in a husky voice. Noting the time, she would just have to write him a pass for his next period while she had the next one free. "I want to taste you, Jon," she uttered in a salacious tone as her hand rubbed along Jon's covered manhood.

"Who am I to stop you?" Jon mused with a cocky smirk, hearing his zipper lowering. Their eyes never leaving each other's as her hand slipped into his pants. Feeling her fingers wrapping around the shaft of his rod before freeing it from his underwear. Seeing Janice softly biting her lower lip as the palm of her hand ran along his heated member. Backing up, his eyes followed the movement of her body when she slid off her desk to kneel before him. Gooseflesh raced along his skin at the feel of her tongue running along the back of his cock. While it wasn't as good as his mother's blowjobs, Jon wasn't complaining. Smiling down at her when her blue eyes peered up at him as he placed his left hand on top of Janice's head. Watching how her cheeks sunk in with every glide of her lips as her head bobbed rapidly along his slick cock. "Janice, I'm going to..." Jon warned, feeling the stirrings in his balls foretelling of his impending eruption. All that did was cause her to work quicker for her prize. Feeling her tongue running over the meatus of his crown once she had drank down all his semen.

Janice smiled warmly up at him while her hand still stroked his deflating cock just so she would be constantly reminded of its feel when she went home that evening. Knowing what she was going to do when her cheating, lying husband got home. She did wonder how he was taking it when she's been masturbating nonstop calling out Jon's name whenever she orgasmed. She hoped it hurt like hell! She knew it did when she got the proof of his infidelity.

"Thank you, Jon," Janice whispered as she hugged him tight once she hand returned his cock and zipped him up. "I really needed to feel that I'm a woman and not some plan B," she said, into his chest.

"Any time, Janice," Jon said softly, rubbing her back.

"Jon!" Janice exclaimed with a giggle as he took hold of her ass.

"What?! Can't blame me, been dying to know what it felt like," Jon chuckled.

"Now that you have, what do you think of it?" Janice asked, resting her chin on his chest as she peered up at him.

"Very nice, can't wait to see how it bounces," Jon answered, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sucking hard on her lower lip, feeling her clit throbbing like mad when she saw the lust in his eyes. Lust that she had brought out, lust that showed her that while her body was petite that it could inspire Jon to want her. "Two days, we have it off from school. Will you come to my place?" Janice asked, hoping that he would say yes so they could spend the day in bed.

"Most certainly," Jon said, with a stout nod.

Her cheeks burned in a rosy hue as she walked around her desk. Opening her top drawer, pulling out her hall passes, quickly writing one out and why he was late. Of course, she lied about the cause of his tardiness. No one needed to know that she had her student eating her out or that she sucked him off to completion. "Here." Handing him his pass while pulling out her phone at the same time. A sensuous smile rose on her lips as his eyes widened at the naked picture she had just texted him. Her eyes dipped down, seeing his hands adjusting himself as she sent another one that was a close-up of her pussy while her favorite dildo was lodged within it. Watching Jon's eyes flicker up when she sent him her address. "He leaves around seven, so come by at seven-thirty, then we have all day to make my house smell like my sex," Janice said, with a coy smile. "But I'm trusting you not to give out my home address," she said, in a teacherly voice.

"Wouldn't think of it," Jon stated, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

"Good," getting in another kiss as she pressed her 36A breasts into his chest, "now you better be off, or I might come to my senses," Janice said, backing away from him.

******



"Hey, baby!" Nora exclaimed as her son entered her shop once the bus had dropped him off. Seeing that look, the same look her son always has when they were alone together, on his face as he gazed at her once she had filled out the last of the paperwork for Maya's purchase. How her body heated as those brown eyes of his ran down it. Loving how he made her feel so wanted. Bemoaning that she still had a day to wait for her monthly friend to leave before she could have her son again.

"Hello, Nora," Jon greeted sinfully. Watching how his mother's dark brown hair fell forward as her cheeks rapidly blushed.

"Jon," she never could understand why she always got bashful when her son looked at her like that, "I need to speak with you about something... but after you've done your homework," Nora said, in a motherly voice.

"Oh?" Arching an eyebrow as he drew near to the counter. "Is it about those pictures you sent?" Jon asked, reaching out and softly cradling his mother's right breast. Noticing how his mother's brown eyes quivered as his thumb rolled along her hardening nipple.

"Jon," Nora sighed breathlessly, leaning in, passionately kissing her lover, her son. Letting him see how much she has missed him since he's been gone. Pressing her forehead against his, her arms wrapping around Jon's waist, so very glad she had taken her son as her new lover. Also very pleased that she finally knew the truth about Patrick.

"Hmm?"

Shaking her head, it was too soon to tell him that she wanted to try for a baby. "Nothing," Nora whispered, her lips lightly plucking at his. "Go on. Go do your homework; I'll be closing soon. Then I'll start dinner unless you would like to order in tonight?"

"While I love watching you cook, mainly because your ass bounces and sways," a sly smile graced his lips at how red Nora's face was getting, "I know how much your legs hurt during this time of the month. So let's order a pizza and watch a movie. Sound good to you?"

"Perfect," Nora sighed dreamily. Wondering when she failed to see how Patrick hadn't spent time with her to just be with her without the thought of getting laid in the end. "Go on. You'll scare away my customers," she said, with a joking smile on her lips as she pushed her son towards the staircase in the rear of her shop that led to the second floor. Biting her lip, waving to her son as he climbed the stairs. Feeling her mound throb, not in pain, but arousal, and hating how she couldn't take care of it without making a bloody mess. Praying that Jon would go along with her plan to humiliate her former friend Marinda and the three others who had betrayed her trust along with Patrick. She wondered how that ass was going to take it when he learns his very own son is a far better lover than he would ever be.

"Hey, Mom," Jon stuck his head out to the stairwell, causing Nora to raise her gaze.

"Yes, baby, what is it?"

"Love you." Her heart fluttered as those words reached her ears.

"I love you, too, Jon," Nora said, fighting herself from taking Jon right there on the stairs. "Now, go do your homework."

"Yes, ma'am," Jon teased before heading up to his room.

An hour later saw Nora locking up her shop, knowing Julie would be using the rear door once her classes finished for the night. Turning the 'open' sign around to 'closed', flipping off the lights in the bay windows where she showed off her mid-range priced antiques in case the store got broken into. Looking back into the shop, smiling, knowing today had been a very good day. Closing the connecting door that separated her show floor from her office and the stairwell. Throwing the deadbolt just in case, they tried to get past it and up to their private living quarters. Punching in the alarm code and flipping off the main lights of the shop. Her sweet humming filled the air as she walked up the stairs to join her lover for a relaxing night in.

"Baby?" Nora cooed, leaning against the doorframe of her -- now their bedroom. The moment they had returned from the pick over a month ago, she had moved Jon's belongings into it. After all, that is where her lover belongs; in her room and her bed.

"Yeah, Mom," Jon answered, turning in his seat to look at her.

"How much longer do you have?" Nora inquired; she didn't care if she or her son got bloody. She needed to feel him inside of her; the days of not being with him were wearing her down.

"Should be done here in a few minutes, have a light load today," Jon stated truthfully; in truth, he did most of his homework in class so he could have more time with his mother.

"Good," nodding, "come join me in the shower when you're done," Nora purred, swaying her ass as she walked towards their master bathroom. Tossing her shirt into the hamper along with her bra, so very glad she didn't need to wear it when it was just her and Jon. Walking out of the bathroom, as the shower heated up, topless. Noting how her son peered out of the corner of his right eye, watching the bounce of her 32DD breasts as she went to fetch them some clean towels from the linen closet. Smirking when she returned, bringing up her right breast, her tongue curled out, teasing her nipple. All so she could make her son flustered and entice him to hurry before walking back into the bathroom.

Julie released a tired breath causing her lips to smack together as she did. Locking the back door, so very glad to be home. Wondering if her brother would mind if she took out some stress relief on him. That thought put a smile on her face as she climbed up to the second floor. Knowing that since her mother's monthly friend had arrived, she's been getting the best sex she's had since her father took her virginity. She never understood how she could have been so easily duped by her own father. Why she allowed his lies to sway her into giving him her innocence.

Her head snapped up when her mother's voice rang out. "Fuck me, Jon. Oh fuck yes! Give me that cock, baby!" Fear flooded her eyes, knowing if her mother's period had passed, then she would be going without once again. She didn't know if she could do that when her own brother has been giving her such pleasure. She didn't know if she could go another two months after feeling such bliss at her brother's touch. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck your mother, Jon!" Walking forlornly to her room, dropping her bag on the floor. Falling face first onto her bed, crying loudly at the fact she would now be back to spying on them, listening to her mother moaning every night as Jon fucked her to sweet oblivion. "Oh, God! Jon, you're going to make your mother cum! That's it, fuck me harder!" Her fist beat rapidly on her bed, knowing that was her punishment for betraying her mother all those months ago.

Reaching up, bringing her oldest and most favorite stuffed animal, a gift from her grandfather before he died when she was six, to her chest. Hugging it tightly, knowing she had brought this upon herself. Julie tried to block out the sound of her mother's orgasmic wails, yet she couldn't, for she, too, knew what it was like cumming on her brother's cock. She couldn't help it; as she brought her knees up to her chest, her right hand found its way down and between her legs. Her fingertips skimming along her covered mound recounting the times she and Jon had been together. Remembering how his tongue felt on her little peach the very first time her brother tasted her. To how his cock felt deep inside of her as she rode him on her bed. To the way her ass bounced when he had taken her at the lake.

"Jon." His name was a whisper on her lips. "Please, Jon, don't forsake me," Julie pleaded, whimpering as she lightly rubbed her clitoris. "I can't go back to simply watching you. I need you," she moaned, burying her face into the top of her teddy bear. Sighing when she heard the shower going off, knowing she had to go and do her duties as her penitence. Her ears twitched at the sound of how happy her mother was as she neared their bedroom. Crestfallen, stepping into their bedroom as Nora exited the bathroom who stopped in her tracks in surprise.

"Julie, I thought your class lasted another hour?" Nora spoke, feeling her son's hand's slipping beneath her towel. Her body heated as he rubbed, squeezed, parted, and rolled her ass cheeks. Wondering what had her daughter so down given the way she was acting.

"We got out early," Julie said sadly, keeping her gaze down at the floor.

Nora nuzzled her son as he kissed along her neck before slipping past her. The love she had for Jon burned in her eyes as he approached his sister.

"Sis, what's wrong?" Jon asked, lifting Julie's chin. Noting how her eyes quivered in sadness, wondering who had hurt his sister enough to bring her to the verge of tears.

"I don't want to go back."

"Huh?" Jon uttered, confused.

"Please, don't make me," Julie pleaded, yet it wasn't Jon she was speaking to as she eyed her mother from over Jon's right shoulder. Noting how Nora didn't say a word as she opened her underwear drawer.

"Sis, what are you talking about?" Huffing as Julie threw her arms around him pressing his clean, bare chest into hers.

"I can't go back to the months of being alone," Julie uttered, burying her face into her brother's neck. Trying to hold back her tears at the thought of never knowing the pleasure her brother could bring ever again.

"Nora, what's she talking about?" Jon asked, from over his shoulder.

"How would I know," Nora muttered

"Mom?!" Jon spoke; the sternness of his voice stopped Nora in her tracks. Hearing his mother sigh behind him as she stood in the bathroom doorway.

"I never said you would be going back; you shouldn't assume things, Julie," Nora said, the hurt she still felt by her daughter's actions laced her words.

Jon sighed in his head as he held his crying sister in his arms and hearing his mother's own tears in the bathroom. Leading his sister over to the bed, telling her to stay there before walking into the bathroom. Taking his mother by the hand in pulling her into him. Gently rubbing her back as she sniffled, and felt her tear hitting his chest before rolling down it.

Noticing how both their eyes looked away from one another when he sat his mother down beside Julie as he stood in front of them. "Okay, this has gone on long enough," Jon said in a stern, commanding voice, crossing his arms. Seeing his mother's eyes flicking over to him as well as his sister's. "I understand how you feel, Nora, I do. I'd hate her as much as you probably do, given what you saw that day. Yet can't you see that Dad is the one you need to be really mad about, given he's the one who spluttered those lies about you. The one that used his guiles on Julie, given her lack of experience in the dating world," seeing his sister blush, "that she wouldn't know he was lying his ass off just to get into her pants. Mom," his tone softening, kneeling down in front of her, taking her hands into his, "I know it's hard, but can't you see it in your heart to forgive her?" Jon asked, his eyes staring up into hers. "She was inexperienced, and Dad is a serial cheater with years of experience getting married and unmarried women into bed. Doesn't it count that she was doing it for you, albeit in a very strange way." Not letting his sister out of the responsibility of her actions that led up to that day.
"I don't know, honey," Nora said, in a small voice. Dropping her chin to her chest. She couldn't help how her body responded to how grown up her son sounded right then.

"Julie, are you ashamed of what you did?" Jon asked, looking over at his sister.

"Every day," Julie uttered, dropping her gaze to her lap. "Every day, I wonder why? Why did I fall for his stupid words? Why I allowed myself to be hoodwinked into giving up my virginity?" Hearing her mother's gasp when she said that.

"You didn't tell me that!" Nora stated remembering the discussion they had when she and Jon had gotten back from the drive-in.

"I was ashamed, Mom. Ashamed that I allowed myself to fall under Dad's spell. Ashamed that I hurt my own mother so much because of it," Julie said; her tears fell from her eyelashes, landing on her thighs soaking into her blue jeans. "Dad was so charming, so caring, no one has ever given me a second look in my whole life when all they have to do is look at you, and they just forget I exist. I thought he really loved me, yet I know now that was just another lie of his. I know what I did was wrong, even if it was for the right reasons. I can't apologize enough for the way I acted, yet the sex... just went to my head and Dad's words."

Jon nodded his head towards Julie, seeing his mother's eyes silently asking: 'Why?' Again, he nodded towards his sister, knowing Nora had to be the one to comfort her. To show Julie that while they weren't one hundred percent back that she still cared about her welfare. Jon smiled warmly as Nora brought Julie into her arms.

"Mom!" Julie's voice trembled as she felt the warm embrace of her mother for the first time in over two months.

"Shh! It's okay, baby," Nora whispered, rubbing her daughter's back. "Your brother is right; I can't place the blame on you. You were an innocent girl caught in that bastard's web. I should have crushed his nuts so that pig can't reproduce anymore," she hissed, recounting how she had knocked him out. "I'm not saying I can forgive you yet, but you shouldn't have given yourself to him to save our marriage. I am proud that you would do that for me, however wrong and foolish it was. But the no bringing men home still applies."

"I don't need to, Mom," Julie said, turning her head to peer at her brother. "We have Jon," she sighed happily.

"Mmm... yes, yes, we do," Nora hummed in agreement.

"Well, at least the silent Cold War has broken," Jon mused, rising from his position. "Julie, why don't you go order us a pizza while Mom and I get dress."

"Yes, Jon," Julie said, feeling the weight of her punishment lifting, if only slightly. Wiping her cheeks dry as she rose, "Thank you for being a good brother," she uttered, placing a kiss on his lips before leaving the room.

"Where's mine?" Nora pouted, looking up at him. Their lips smacked as she sank into that kiss, feeling her back lowering onto their bed. Her hands caressing his cheeks, his hand pressing down on the bed while his other sneakily undid her towel. Moaning into his mouth when his hand fondled her breast. "You know if you keep that up, we'll have to take another shower," Nora said, in a wanton whisper.

"I don't think that would be a bad thing, do you?" Jon asked, with a coy smirk.

"Nah-uh." Shaking her head, a lustful smile appeared on her lips as her son kissed down her chest. Giggling when his lips tickled her navel. Wondering if Jon would like the new bellybutton ring she had gotten. Pondering if he would kiss it like he has done with her old one that Patrick failed to notice. "We shouldn't leave your sister alone, or she'll come back," Nora said, bring her son's face back up to her lips. Her brown eyes ran over his face, her fingertips trailed down his cheeks as she gazed at the man who made her feel so wanted.

"Then you're going to have to unwrap your legs," Jon said, staring down into his mother's eyes.

"Maybe I don't want to," Nora uttered in want. "Maybe I love having you between my legs."

"True, but we can't get dressed like that." Hiding his smirk at his mother's sigh.

"The pizza should be here in twenty; I also got us some cheese bread, too, in case the pizza isn't enough," Julie said, once her mother and brother came out of their bedroom. "I hope you don't mind," she uttered, her eyes flickering over to her mother, who shook her head.

"Good, I'm starving," Jon groaned.

"Come, you promised we can watch a movie together," Nora cooed, snuggling up to her son. Eager to spend the night enjoying the company of her lover.

"Would you mind if I join?" Julie asked, bashfully. Brushing her dark brown hair -- like her mother's -- behind her left ear.

"I do have a free side," Jon said, shooting his sister a warm smile.

"Hmm, how about this one?" Nora asked, scrolling down the TV guide landing on one of her favorite chick flicks. Her eyes glanced to the right of her noting how Julie had snuggled tightly up against Jon's right side while she commandeered his left side.

"I love that one," Julie sighed, resting her head on her brother's shoulder.

Feeling their eyes burning into him, waiting on him to make a decision. "Sure, if that's what you want," Jon spoke, feeling their breasts pressing into his body as the words left his lips.

"I knew you would agree," Nora sighed happily.

Jon's head jerked up when the buzzer of the back door rang. Patting their knees as he rose to go answer the door, his footfalls hammered on the steps as he descended the stairs. However, he wasn't expecting the delivery person to be a cute girl about his age.

"Hiya!" she said, in a chipper voice. "I got a large half meat, half supreme, and an eight inch cheese bread," she spoke, looking at the order on the box once she flipped open the lid of her bag. "That'll be thirty-one dollars and eighty-one cents."

"Keep the change," Jon said, handing the teenager the forty his mother had given him.

"Thank you, kindly," she said, happily. "Wait... don't I know you?" Tucking her bag beneath her arm as she stared perplexingly at Jon.

"I don't know; why do you ask?" Jon asked, the scents of the pizza filling his nose, causing his stomach to rumble.

"You just look familiar, is all; well, you have a nice night," she said, waving to him as she headed back to her car.

The sound of the deadbolt sliding into place filled his ears as he locked up. His mouth watered as the pizza heated his hand. Waving off his mother and sister when they started to rise. Bringing them their plates, then their drinks so they could enjoy the movie before he too joined them.

"How did I raise such a gentleman?" Nora asked, dreamily.

"Because you're an awesome Mom," Jon replied with a smile as he turned to look at her.

"You better stop speaking so sweet to me, or I may never let you go," Nora said, tasting the garlic butter on her son's lips.

"We," Julie corrected, "won't let you go," resting her cheek on her brother's shoulder.

The clock struck eight o'clock, the sun had fallen beneath the blanket of night. The street lights hummed, shining down their artificial light onto the blacktop. The crescent moon peeked over the tops of the roofs of the buildings in its nightly trek through the heavens. The Roberts women snuggled against Jon, enveloping him in their womanly curves. Julie's eyes shot to her mother as her hand slid down Jon's stomach. Noting how Jon's eyes flickered over to her once her hand slipped through the slit of his pajama pants.

"Let me," Julie whispered, feeling her brother growing in her hand. Watching her mother lifting her shirt, Julie wished she had her mother's bust as her 32DD bounced against her ribs.

"Jon," rising on her knees, "these need to feel your touch," Nora said, wantonly. Her hand rested on the back of Jon's head, pressing him hard against her left breast. Her muscles trembled, the tip of Jon's tongue teased and rolled her nipple. Tilting her head back, listening to Julie suction on her brother's manhood. "Mmm... I love it when you tease my breasts," Nora sighed blissfully. "Here, let your mother show you how you suck off my man," she said, noting how Julie ran her hand along his shaft as she rose. Those brown eyes of hers never leaving her brother's member as she quickly got out of her blue jeans. "This is how you do it," Nora stated, turning her head towards her daughter so she could watch how to properly please her lover. "Now you try," she directed after five minutes of listening to Jon moaning as her mouth did wonders on his manhood. "I'm assuming your father taught you how to?"

"Mmmhmm," Julie hummed around her brother's cock.

"I see," Nora's cheek twitched at the audacity of the man she thought she knew, "well, you forget everything you learned from that piece of garbage. That man only cared about himself; sex is supposed to be about the two of you, not just your partner," Nora said, in a teacherly voice. Arching an eyebrow at the sky blue lace panties her daughter was wearing. Wondering when her daughter had bought them, she couldn't ever remember seeing them in the wash when she did their delicates.

"Jon," Julie cooed, her knee compressing the cushion. Already feeling the heat coming off her cunt at the thought of feeling Jon's touch upon her mound. Watching how her mother kept Jon in a state of heightened arousal without cumming. She wondered how often her mother had done that to Jon that he wasn't begging to cum. Reaching down, guiding his hand towards her mound. "Touch me," Julie said, in a pleading voice. Her body quaking, a light moan escaped her lips as the pad of his finger ran along her slit.

"Don't forget about me," Nora purred, bringing Jon's chin towards her. "I'm your woman, am I not?"

"Yes, you are, Nora," Jon stated with a guileful grin.

"Then why aren't you sucking on my tits like my man should be, hmm?" Breathing heavily as Jon pulled her into him, her lips drank in his as their tongues swirled around each other. Her eyes glanced over to her daughter as Julie squealed as she came. "God, baby, you make me so hot," Nora panted once her lips left his. Praying that her monthly friend passes sometime tonight. Hopefully, her dreams of mounting her son will decrease once she can properly place that hard rod back where it belongs.

"You better come spoon me when you've sated your sister," Nora said, peering back at them from her bedroom doorway, heading to bed early due to the pain of her cramps. "Remember Jon, I still have to talk to you, so don't take all night making her scream," she teased, blowing her son a kiss before slipping into the room.

"Come," Julie uttered, tugging on Jon's hand. "I promise we'll be quick," she spoke, wearing a smile as she led her brother towards her bedroom. The door slowly closed behind her; a sultry smile appeared on her lips as the gap grew smaller.

******



"Did you get what you need, baby?" Nora asked, wiggling her ass into her son's crotch as Jon spooned her. Her mind flashed back to over two months ago, where she had come to her son with tears in her eyes, laying out her woes on his lap. The way he had opened his covers to her, to the feel of his cock on her neglected mound, to the first taste of her son's cum. As then and now, Nora guided Jon's hand towards her left breasts. She always wanted to feel her lover's hand or other body parts on her. Feeling her cheeks heat at the 'Mmmhmm' that hummed in her ear.

"So, what was it you needed to talk to me about?" Jon asked, kissing along his mother's neck.

"Promise that you'll listen before you say anything," Nora said, feeling her nipple hardening as his nose brushed along the helix of her ear.

"Okay."

"I need your help in sticking it to your father; in doing so, I need you to sleep with all my so-called friends that betrayed me starting with Marinda..."

"Marinda?!"

"Jon, you promised," Nora said, in a little pout.

"Sorry, Nora, just really liked her, is all."

"I know you did, honey, but that woman and the others have been sleeping with your father behind my back for years! They need to pay!" Nora growled, feeling her anger burning in her veins.

"Okay, and how do you want to do that?" Jon asked, his lips plucked at the skin of Nora's left shoulder.

"I'm getting to it, baby, just hold your horses," Nora said in a light voice, as she pated Jon's left thigh. "What I was planning on is, given Marinda will be here tomorrow night at eight, is putting the ki-bash on her, since she thinks she's coming over, so we can work it out."

"But you're not?"

"Of course not! You don't trust a snake after it's bitten you," Nora said, in a motherly voice. "So, I'll apply a little wine, and lead her to you're old room. We've changed it enough, so it's not recognizable, so when your father sees it, he won't be able to tell it's your old room. Then when she's blindfolded, I'll bring you in and show her everything I've taught you, and to show your father he isn't the lover he thinks he is," she growled in hate. Thinking of all the years, she'd wasted on Patrick. However, if she hadn't, she wouldn't have had her son, the man who made her feel like a woman again.

"Umm..." Jon's confidence started to wane at his mother's assumption of his skills.

"Don't you worry, baby, trust in me; you are twice the lover you're father is. He only cares about his own satisfaction. While you, my son, have learnt everything from a woman, where you seek our..." Her fingertips ran lightly along her son's forearm, "pleasure just because you wish to without any gain from it," Nora said, remembering how Jon ate her out one night when she was making dinner. "If you do everything you do with me and Julie then you'll have no problems tomorrow night," she uttered, wiggling her ass against her son's crotch.

"Only if you think I can pull it off," Jon mumbled low, lightly placing a kiss upon his mother's left shoulder.

Something warm, tight, and wet coated his skin. Jon stirred in his sleep when something invaded his dreams with exquisite bliss. Consciousness did not come easy to him, given how his mind wished to remain in that wondrous dream. Nonetheless, what greeted Jon as his eyes adjusted to the very low light of the room was the zenith of Heaven, a Heaven so pure he felt so unworthy of it. There, in her bliss, as his mother rode him, the moonlight playing along her body, caressing those 32DD breasts in its argentine embrace. Her dark brown hair lightly brushed along her skin as she slowly glided along his pole. "Dad's a fucking idiot!" Jon muttered in his mind.

"I didn't mean to awaken you, Jon," Nora whispered low. "I had to pee, and... well, you can see." Jon couldn't see the smile, yet he knew it was there from the tone of her voice. "I just couldn't wait, baby, go back to sleep," she enticed in a loving tone once her lips left his. "You have school in a few hours. You don't want to be falling asleep in class," Nora commanded in a motherly tone, her fingertips trailing down Jon's chest to take her proper place upon her throne. "Just enjoy it, baby, I'm almost there."

"I'm already dreaming," Jon muttered with a smile on his lips before taking his mother's advice and falling back asleep.

Nora felt her cheeks heating when those words settled in her heart. Even half asleep, Jon was ten times the lover Patrick was. Gently easing her man, her lover, the very flesh of her blood back to sleep, it wouldn't do as his woman to interfere with his schooling. Tossing her head back, containing her moan of want from waking her household, feeling the burning waves of ecstasy flooding her very being as her climax coated her son's rod. Knowing, while she may never say it, she wasn't about to hold back her son from experiencing what life has to offer -- What kind of mother would that make her? -- yet, she knew in her heart, she would be forever his.

******



Nora stood beneath the warm morning sun at ten o'clock the following day. Keeping an eye on Maya as she browsed the larger, more expensive, items she kept stored in storage lockers. Her hand reached into her phone on instinct when it rang in her purse and brought it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Nora." Nora's nose wiggled on muscle memory, given the times she's had dealings with the man.

"Hello, Robert, I hope this is to talk about the deal I offered you?" Nora asked, knowing her deal was a good one.

"It is. I'll have my men there to pick it up tomorrow and make the exchange."

"Good! Glad we could do business, Robert," Nora said, smiling at Maya when she looked over at her.

"Always a pleasure, Nora." Her mirth was short-lived when a text from her lawyer, who was handling her divorce, appeared on her screen.

"Nora? Are you okay?" Maya asked; her chestnut hair shone in the sun once she stepped out of the unit when her brown eyes noted the sour look on Nora's face.

Nora didn't hear a word spoken to her when all her eyes and her mind were completely absorbed in those digital letters upon her screen. Over the last few weeks, she'd noticed her lawyer had been acting strange in regard to her soon-to-be ex-husband. She hoped it wasn't what she suspected. Her eyes glanced up when a light touch came upon her arm.

"Nora?"

"S-sorry, just some troubling... don't worry about it," Nora said, putting away her phone. Berating herself for losing focus like that in front of a client.

"Seems like it's something if you zone out like that," Maya stated in a friendly voice.

"Do you think... a person should fire their lawyer in the middle of a case?" Nora quickly threw out the question before she could stop herself.

"You should always seek better council if they aren't looking after your interests," Maya spoke in a stern legal voice. "Why?"

"I think my husband got to my lawyer," Nora chewed worryingly on her lip.

"I don't practice family law, yet I'd be happy to look over everything in a legal sense if you want. In case it's just a misunderstanding between the two of you," Maya said, in a helpful manner. "It's the least I can do for you for having to deal with that man and his smell," she uttered, causing Nora to burst out in a giggle.

"I don't want to impose," Nora said, softly.

"Don't worry about it. We're still getting settled from our move. I got plenty of free time." Maya smiled in that friendly tone that one has when meeting a person that mysteriously shows up in your life out of the blue, only to come to realize that meeting was preordained. "Can I ask, I don't mean to pry, but I am going to be looking at some sensitive legal documents, what did he do?"

"Slept with four of my former so-called friends, and who knows how many other women there were," Nora said, trying to keep her temper in check.

"Ah, yeah, no offense, this is why I'm civil law," Maya joked.

"I don't blame you," Nora said, feeling the corner of her lips lifting in response. "So, where are you from?" she asked, showing Maya the next storage unit.

"Newton, Kansas," Maya said, in a matter-of-fact tone.

"So what brought you and Jerome to DC?" Nora asked, watching how Maya slowly studied everything.

"We won this big case, and my promotion was being named head of our civil branch here. Why I have a little fun time before I fully take over Monday," Maya said, with a rebellious smirk.

Nora nodded as she wrote down the names of the items Maya listed off. Keeping the elation from her face at the bill Maya was racking up, and they still had one unit left to go. "Congratulations!" Nora spoke warmly, feeling the stirrings of a friendship building.

"Thank you," Maya sighed, looking off dreamily as the door to the unit rolled shut once she had her look through. "I don't know what I would have done if Jerome stayed behind," she said, recounting when they first took their relationship further into a domain that very few have tread.
"I know what you mean," Nora said, with a knowing smile.

"Nora, please don't take this as me being too forward." Maya's voice came from the depths of her third unit as Nora's pen moved across her pad. "But I was wondering if you wouldn't mind... maybe showing me and Jerome around town."

Nora could hear the hope in Maya's voice. She couldn't imagine the stress Maya might be under with the new job, a new start, and a deeply involved relationship from what Nora could tell. Her eyes flickered up deep in thought, "Jon and I could use a night out," Nora uttered in her mind. Hiding the sinful grin, she felt knowing she and Jon could be a couple around Maya and Jerome. "You wouldn't mind if I brought my boyfriend along, would you?"

"Of course not!" Nora heard the happiness in Maya's voice from the depths of her final unit. "We'll make it a double date!" Maya said, in a chipper tone.

"How does Friday sound?" Nora asked, lowering the door, peering over at Maya, noting how the sun played along her body. Knowing Jerome was a lucky man; and hoped he knew it.

"Say, eight o'clock?" Maya inquired, hopefully. She was dying to see the city with Jerome on her arm, not that they haven't, yet not when they could tell people about their relationship without truly telling them about it.

"I'll have to speak with Jon, but I'm sure Friday will be perfect," Nora answered with a warm smile on her lips as they walked back to her car.

******



Maya's eyes moved over the papers that sat before her while the steam from her tea, rising from the cup sitting in her hands, filled her nostrils. Nora had invited her up to their home on the second floor of her shop. She had thought it was only a misunderstanding in the language of the document. Nevertheless, that wasn't what she found when she went over them with her years of legal experience. Looking back through the paperwork to when the irregularities started. Now she could see why Nora was worried. Maya knew if this didn't get settled soon, then Nora would be taken to the cleaners.

"You need to fire your lawyer," Maya stated calmly, handing back Nora's files. "Or that is what I would do."

"I knew it!" Maya's eyes took note of the anger in Nora's eyes when she said those words.

"You didn't know, did you?" Maya asked, noting how Nora looked away, hiding the hurt deep within those brown eyes of hers.

"That man had me fooled for ten long years," Nora uttered bitterly.

"Nora, I'm going to be frank; what exactly do you want to get out of this divorce?" Maya asked, in her best lawyer voice.

"I want to ruin that man! I want Patrick to constantly look over his shoulders and see dogs of war on his heels until he realizes giving me what I want is cheaper than the war I'm going to unleash on him until he does the cowardly thing he always does and crawls away in the night."

"I see, while I'm not a divorce lawyer. I'll take on your case in exchange for the contents I chose from unit three," Maya said, a flash of light flared along her eyes as she took a sip of tea.

"But how will that work?" Nora asked, before agreeing to anything.

"I'll run everything by my firm's best family lawyers, but I'll be representing you on your behalf. How does that sound?"

"Agreeable, now to fire that snake!" Nora hissed wickedly. "Just... be careful... Patrick has his way with women as I've come to find out."

"Don't worry. I've dealt with men like him before, and no one can ever compare to my Jerome," Maya said, truthfully.

"I must meet this man; he must be something special," Nora spoke in a friendly tone as she leaned forward after she had loudly fired her former lawyer.

"He'll be there tomorrow to oversee the movers I've hired," Maya said, knowing Nora was going to sell her the other two units. "I'll bring the contract with me tomorrow so we can make it all legal." Both women released a soft chuckle as they saluted one another.

******



Nora hummed happily behind her counter. Not only has she nipped one problem in the bud, made a cool forty thousand, and what she hoped would turn into a lifelong friendship, at least that's the feeling Nora got when she was around Maya. Lifting and turning her head when the brass doorbell that hanged over the front door jiggled in the air. Her heart fluttered, a light flared in the depths of her eyes, a genuine smile rose the corner of her lips. Her eyes running over his brown/almost black hair, feeling herself falling into that soulful gaze, knowing how she had sustained herself for the past week on those lips of his as her son walked in from school.

"Hey, baby," Nora greeted warmly.

"Hey, Nora. So how's the hot antique dealer doing," Jon said, slyly.

Nora felt her body heating as those pads danced along her hip, pulling her closer to her son before finding their home on her ass where they always belonged. The tips of her dark brown hair hid her light touch on Jon's chest. However, nothing could hide how they kissed one another.

"Better." The word left Nora's lips in a breathless whisper.

"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock, I'm picking you up," Jon said, with a guileful grin.

"Oh? And pray tell, young man," Nora spoke in a seductive tone, slipping her arms around his waist, "where exactly will you be taking me?"

"The drive-in, to enact how our first date should have gone," Jon said coyly, wiggling his eyebrows at his mother's blushing cheeks.

Stepping up to her son, pressing her 32DD breasts into his chest. A hungry, sultry gaze shimmered in her eyes. "Jon," Nora spoke in a husky voice, "are you telling me we would have slept together on the first date?" Feeling her mound awakening at the thought of Jon taking her in her car.

"Not right off, but I would've talked you into it," Jon stated, seeing how his mother bit her lip as his fingers danced up her spine.

"Sure, sure," Nora teased. "That's something I want to talk to you about. Later tonight, before our party," she said, with a knowing smirk. She had told Julie to stay at one of her friend's houses until it was over.

"Okay." Brushing a hand along her ass as Jon pulled away.

Waving softly, watching Jon heading up to their room to do his homework. He knew she expected it all to be done before they had their carnal delights. She was his mother first, then his lover until he graduates, then the roles would switch.

******



"So? What do you think, honey?" Nora asked, after detailing the events earlier that day.

"Mom," turning from his schoolwork to peer at his mother, "if it'll make you happy, sure I'll go with you Friday," Jon said, noting how she flashed him that hungry predator look when he said those words. His eyes running down her body when she rested on the bed. "Seems you and this... Maya? - got along well, and with well... you know, with the other four... I'm happy to see you aren't closing yourself off to the possibility." Watching in confusion as his mother rose from her position, leaving her phone in her wake. What happened next Jon couldn't truly recollect once his gaze fell beneath the hypnotic swing of those dangling orbs and inch from his lips; his mind was elsewhere. His ears didn't pick up the sound of his mouse moving across its pad, nor did he hear the clicking of said mouse when Nora minimized the window and opened up the Skype app she had installed on his computer after Maya had left her home. His eyes glanced up, seeing the musing, satisfied look in his mother's eyes and on her lips. Feeling how his manhood sprung to life when his mother slid into his lap, her left arm ran along his shoulders. Seeing the smirk on her lips when his eyes dipped down to peer at her breasts.

"Good. Then you don't have a problem in meeting them, do you?" Nora asked, with a sneaky smirk. Turning his chin towards the computer screen.

"Wow. Nora, I didn't think you had it in you!" Maya giggled on screen.

"What can I say, Jon is just... mmm, yummy," Nora purred.

"Jerome! Come here for a minute!" Maya called out to her son, who was on the other side of the house at that moment.

"Yeah?! What's going on?" Jon could hear an unseen male voice from somewhere off screen.

"Come say hey to my new friend! I told you about her when I came home, you remember, don't you?" Jon had to admit the woman was cute when she pouted.

"Of course, I do." Jon wondered why the tone of Jerome's voice almost sounded like when he talked to his mother.

"Then come say hi; they've agreed to show us around the city Friday," Maya said, gesturing to the screen. Jon could hear the excitement in the woman's voice when she spoke about their upcoming double date.

"Oh?" Jerome's footfalls could be heard over the speakers, bending down, his face peering over Maya's right shoulder. His brown-green eyes ran along the screen, keeping his whistle to himself at the sight of the beautiful woman on the lap of a boy no older than he was if not younger.

"I could ask you the same thing," Nora said, with a warm smile. "Aren't younger men just what we long for?" she asked, with a knowing grin.

"Mmm..." Running her fingertips down Jerome's cheek, "yes, they do have the skills to keep up with our appetites," Maya cooed, recounting how her son had taken her time and time again.

"Maya, I would like to meet my boyfriend, Jon," Nora said, lightly placing her hand on Jon's chest. "Jon," her voice had the undertones of her desire when her gaze held his, "I'd like you to meet Maya and Jerome; they just moved here."

"Hello," Jon greeted with a friendly wave.

"Hello, Jon, Nora has told me a few things about you," Maya spoke with an alluring smile. "And this big hunk of a man is Jerome," she purred, caressing the right side of her son's face while she placed a kiss on his cheek.

"So any place you two can't eat at?" Nora asked, running her fingers through Jon's hair, who was having trouble looking away from her breasts when she moved a certain way.

"No," shaking her head, "any place is fine with us," Maya answered, ignoring how she noted how Jon's hand was running along Nora's thigh almost out of her field of vision.

"I think I know the perfect place, a nice, quiet, intimate restaurant, then say, a little dancing with our men?" Nora cooed, lightly kissing Jon's lips.

"Oh?!" Maya perked up at Nora's words. "Jerome, you wouldn't have a problem with joining me on the dancefloor, would you?" Maya asked, peering up at her son.

Nora couldn't hear what was said, yet she could infer what was whispered into Maya's ear given how red her face was getting. It reminded her of how her own would get when Jon would whisper those sweet nothings into her ear. Wondering if they had more in common than the love of antiques and dashing young men. Feeling herself growing aroused at how Maya and Jerome kissed, the way they touched each other. Her cheeks heated, remembering how she to did the same thing when she and Jon would kiss, how it made her feel younger whenever she was in his arms. Still, though, she wasn't about to draw attention to the fact that Jon was indeed her son. She wasn't about to ruin this for them, not when they could act like a couple with Maya and Jerome and not mother and son to those who know them.

"Jerome!" Maya gasped; Nora had no problem hearing the want in her voice. "Not in front of... our new friends," she stammered, growing a very bright shade of red.

"I don't think they would mind," Jerome said, with a sinful smile.

"I don't," Nora giggled. "I do know the insatiable appetites a younger man has," she said, with a knowing smile.

"Y-you don't mind?" Maya asked, trying to keep the arousal from her voice.

"Of course not," waving her off, "I can't blame you for wanting to go yeehaw," Nora said, in a sinful tone.

"Oh, I like her," Jerome chuckled.

Nora's eyes glanced to the right, noting the time. Knowing they had time to share a quiet dinner together before Marinda showed up. As much as she hated to end this wondrous call, given how she could see the four of them enjoying each other's company, yet she needed to put that horrid past behind her before she could move forward with her life with Jon.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Jerome," Nora said, flashing the college-age man a smile. "Yet, Jon and I have evening plans we must attend to."

"It was a pleasure; you two have a wonderful night," Jerome said, waving goodbye.

"We'll be there tomorrow to load up the items," Maya said, waving goodbye as the screen faded to black.

******



"Now, Jon, don't make a sound until I come get you," Nora spoke in a motherly voice. Watching her son nod in the mirror that was attached to her dresser. "I don't want her to know it was you," turning to look at her son, "knowing that bitch she'll be after you with what you're going to do to her," she said, in a stern voice. "So you better make sure she doesn't take that blindfold off. I'm not sharing you with that bitch!"

"I know, Mom," Jon replied, not voicing that they had gone over this four times already. So he kept his tongue in his mouth and allowed his mother to vent.

"Good," Nora stated, softening her tone, "I'm sorry, baby, it's just..." Her body heated when Jon slipped his hand into hers. Feeling her body submitting when her son pulled her into him. Her fingers weaved through Jon's hair when she held him against her stomach.

"I know you're pissed. I get that, but you don't want Marinda catching on," Jon said, knowing this would be her hardest task.

Turning her head when she heard the back doorbell, knowing her former friend had arrived. Sighing inwardly, knowing she was going to have to leave her son's touch. It was going to be hard to watch Jon doing the things she's taught him on Marinda, yet it was worth it, especially with what she had planned to do with the videos. Bending down and kissing her son, her lover, passionately, her lips lingered on his for a second, and yet, for that one second, it felt like an eternity to her. How she wished to never leave.

"Remember, if you want my forgiveness, you best be vocal about whose better my new man or Patrick," Nora stated, peering back at her naked former friend as she stood in the doorway.

"Okay, I will, although I don't know why you want to know that, but I'll do it," Marinda said, from her position on the bed.

Turning her head when she felt a touch on her shoulder. Her mouth watered when Jon stood naked beside her. How she was going to hate watching Jon touch her, taste her with the skills she's taught him. "Please, make it quick, but good, too," Nora whispered in his ear, to which Jon nodded.

Nora kept as quiet as she could when she was recording Marinda. She made Jon wear a mask, and she was going to blur out Marinda's face. She wasn't expecting Marinda to be singing her son's praises so soon. A wicked smile formed on her lips when Marinda belted out that she was cumming. A sense of pride filled her heart when Jon hadn't let up in making her writhe in bliss on Jon's old bed. Equally pleased when Marinda was begging for her man to get up there and stick that hard cock into her. Granted, her son wasn't born with what Patrick was. Still, that didn't take away how good it felt when Jon was between her legs; Nora knew that from experience. How she chuckled wickedly in her mind knowing how Patrick was going to be fuming once he sees the website she was going to make. She knew his little ego wouldn't be able to handle it. It was her hope that those who viewed the videos will see it as a forewarning to those who have yet slept with Patrick.

Wincing when Marinda belted out a loud scream as she came hard on Jon's cock. Looking around her phone when Marinda growled out: 'Fuck yes! Pound that pussy!' when Jon flipped her over to take her from behind. Smirking when Marinda screamed out that Jon was fucking her far better than anything Patrick has ever done to her. Looking down her body when she felt the moisture between her legs. Then again, she has been staring at Jon's ass for the past twenty minutes. Shaking her head when she saw the look on his face, the look her son was about to cum. She didn't want Jon to dump his load into her pussy; Marinda wasn't worthy to feel it filling her womb. Zooming in, watching Jon stroking his rod before spewing his seed over Marinda's ass. Blowing Jon a kiss when he walked past her and back to their room. Waiting till her bedroom door closed and pocketing her phone once she ended the video before unmasking Marinda.

"Where have you been hiding that man!" Marinda exclaimed with a toothy grin. "I feel... mmm, fantastic," she purred as she stretched.

"Get dressed," Nora said, coldly.

"Wait. I thought..."

"What? That I simply forgot you fucked me over for ten years?!" Nora roared in her fury. She couldn't say what she really wanted to say. She knew that would instantly get back to the other three and put them on the defensive. Nora wanted them to think she was coming down from her anger, then she's going to lower the boom on them once she has all the videos. "I'm never going to forget that, Marinda. Now get dressed and get out. I'll call you later."

Leaning against Jon's chest once Marinda had left, he wrapped his arms around her waist feeling the stress, the anger just melting away from Nora's body as he held her close, lightly pressing her head against Jon's, feeling so content in that moment.

******



Nora felt her cheeks heating at the events of the past hour and a half as she and Jon sat in the backseat of her car. Knowing what she looked like when she would gaze at him over their dinner, praying this honeymoon feeling would last. Looking over as the light of the screen played along Jon's face. Sucking on her lip at how those popcorn kernels touched his lips. She couldn't take it anymore! Slapping Jon's chest at his chuckle when she straddled his lap. Hungrily kissing Jon with a passion, her fingers tore at the buttons of his shirt. She wanted to feel her man beneath her fingers. Fumbling with his zipper, her lips tugging at his, roughly shoving her panties to the side. The palms of her hands pressed against the glass of the back window. Her breath was ragged, her eyes filled with her burning desire to make Jon moan to the high heavens. The smell of her sex filled her car; condensation beaded down the windows as she rode the man she was in love with, hard.

To Be Continued...
Outrage! Pt. 04
Finale.
Thanks to WAA01 and Killerarmyguy for the edits.

******

The next morning...

Jon stepped off the city bus at 7:25. His mother had wondered why he was leaving so early in the morning when she knew he had the day off from school. He did hate lying to her yet he wasn't about to tell her he was going to meet up with his teacher to fuck her brains out. Jon wasn't about to get Janice into trouble. He wasn't about to do that to her. Now whether or not this actually went anywhere, other than sex, Jon couldn't say. Although, he knew it was going to feel heavenly between her legs. Wondering how she would mew when he played with her 36A breasts. Also, pondering if this was only a one-time thing to get back at her husband for stepping out on her. Not that he minded he got to have sex with the hot teacher, and what boy his age hasn't thought about that before?

Pulling out his phone from his pocket when he walked towards the address Janice had given him. Unlocking his phone, seeing the indicator on his message app indicating that he had a new text message. Opening it up, reading Janice's text that told him that her husband had just left and to please don't be too long. To which he promptly replied that he was about three minutes away as he walked along the sidewalk to Janice's house. He did hope that she got what she wanted out of her divorce. He knew some would take it the wrong way if they ever found out that he was being used to get back at his father and Janice's husband. Jon knew his mother loved him. Anyone that thought differently didn't know a damn thing about them and should keep their opinions to themselves. He didn't mind being a pawn in their schemes. After all, Jon was sure those same people would be cheering if they took some strange man to their beds to do the same thing. He found that hypocritical if you asked him. So what if he was a tool for their retribution? Did they not deserve what was coming to them? Hasn't his father and Janice's husband broken that most sacred vow that they both took before God (if you believe in him or her) and the priest, and their families, along with all the witnesses that were there when they uttered their promises?

So Jon thought he was helping to tip the divine scales in their favor. Now he had no clue what his mother was going to use those videos for. He didn't want to know. If he knew his mother, and he did, then he could assume with reason it would be something dealing with his father. Who has yet to contact him just to say hello to his own son. Which he found weird. You would think a man who raised you since you were born would have called at least once since he was kicked out. Then again, he couldn't blame his father. Jon did drop the cum soaked panties his father had masturbated into onto his face. Did Jon miss his father? Of course, he did, Patrick was still his Dad, albeit a very poor father, but he was his father, nonetheless.

If he had to guess, his father was probably out chasing women, too busy to contact his son. Either way, while he might miss his father, life moves on, and so must he. Jon saw Janice standing on the stoop of her home, waiting for him. His eyes watched her sandy blonde hair as the wind lifted lightly and swayed along her back. Admitting to himself that she was rather cute in that light blue dress she was wearing. Knowing how it brought out her blue eyes as he walked down the pathway that led to her front door.

"Good morning, Jon," Janice said in a bashful tone.

"Morning, Janice," Jon greeted as he neared her. Smelling the sweet floral perfume, Janice was wearing. He wondered if her husband thought anything of it.

"I hope you're prepared for the fun we'll be having for a few hours?" Janice asked with a sultry smile.

"Oh, I've been ready," Jon said, flashing her a smile.

"Good," holding out her hands to him, "then come, let me and my body entertain you for the rest of the morning," Janice said seductively as Jon's hands slid into hers.

The moment the front door was closed and latched. Janice leapt into Jon's arms. Her petite body felt light to Jon as his hands rested on her ass when her legs wrapped around his waist. He wasn't going to question why she wasn't wearing any panties; that should be self-explanatory. The sound of their lips smacking, feeling her left hand running down his chest while her right held onto the back of his neck. The snap of his jean's button resounded, his pants falling down his legs, pooling around his ankles. Janice's hand moved as if possessed as it bunched his underwear down enough for his cock to spring out.

Jon's eyes were on hers as that same hand took hold of his root and directed it to her warm heat. His grip tightened on her ass as her cunt slid down his pole. Jon's manhood melted into the heat of her womanhood as her folds wrapped around his cock. Her blowjobs might not be as stellar as his mother's, but the way her pussy felt as she plunged up and down on his rod was just as good as his mother's. Jon didn't last long due to the tightness of her cunt. Before long, his seed flooded her womb.

"Sorry, Jon," Janice panted heavily into his ear as she felt his cum leaking out around his rod that was still lodged within her mound. "I just couldn't wait."

"Did you hear me complaining?" Jon asked with a coy smile on his lips.

"No," Janice whispered as her cheeks heated rapidly. "Do you think you have it in you to keep going?" she asked, not ready to end this just yet. There was a bed that really needed to be coated in her wet spot. Which was the bed her soon-to-be ex-husband was using. She thought that was a fitting punishment for him for stepping out on her.

"Most definitely," Jon said with a nod as he sat Janice down onto the floor. Feeling her leaning against him as her body still trembled from her aftershocks.

"Good. I need a good hard fucking. We have all morning for you to wear my pussy out," Janice said lustfully.

"Oh, I plan on making it so satisfied you can't walk straight for a week," Jon bragged like all teenagers do at that time in their lives.

"I was hoping you would say that," Janice cooed, taking Jon by the hand after he had stepped out of his pants and led him to the room where her cheating husband was staying in.

******



Jon was tuckered out as he stepped off the bus at the stop close to the storage place his mother had her units at. He had told her he would be there to help out when Maya and Jerome came to pick up the items she had bought from his mother. He knew his mother was so elated to have that forty grand sitting in her bank account. Jon also knew she hoped that she and Maya would become friends. Given how his mother constantly talked about Maya and the amount they communicated over the phone. Punching in the code for the gate when he stood in front of it. He'd been there often enough to know it by heart when he helped out his mother in her shop before they became what they were now. He saw only his mother's car as he walked down the row that held her storage units.

He felt his body heating as the late morning sun shone along those tantalizing legs when she swung them out of the car. His eyes ran up the tight black skirt she was wearing, up her white blouse that allowed her black bra to bleed through as she placed her hands on her hips. Taking a dry swallow when he noted the look on her face.

"And just where have you been?" Nora asked accusingly.

"Told you, Nora had to talk to my teacher about the assignment she gave me," Jon lied, he hated to do it, but he wasn't about to allow his mother to get Janice fired.

"You had sex, I can tell," Nora hissed, crossing her arms. "Who was it?"

"I'm not telling you; you'll freak out and ruin her. I'm not letting that happen," Jon said sternly.

"Jon, you know I wouldn't," Nora said with a look of hurt in her eyes. "At least tell me she took care of you."

"She did, but you don't have to worry; doubt there will be a repeat," Jon said, knowing that was true, given she was a teacher and he her student. He knew this would only be the one time. "I only did so because she's in the same position as you are."

"Oh? So she has a cheating husband as well?" Nora asked with an arched eyebrow, to which Jon nodded. "I see, and her sleeping with you was her way of getting back at the slimeball?" Again, Jon nodded. "Okay, I can understand that; it just hurt me that you wouldn't tell me."

"I wasn't trying to; I was just trying to keep her safe. You wouldn't like it if I rattle off about us to some stranger, now would you?" Jon stated, seeing his mother's cheeks heating as she looked away. "I am sorry I didn't tell you." Seeing his mother's body loosening up as he stepped closer to her. "Can you forgive me?"

"I don't know, Jon, I'm mad at you," Nora pouted, yet she didn't stop her son from wrapping his arms around her waist. "You promise from now on you tell me whenever you're going to go out and fuck someone?"

"I promise," Jon nodded.

"Alright, I'll let you off this one time, but don't you ever do it again," Nora uttered, wagging her finger within centimeters of Jon's nose.

"Yes, Nora," Jon replied, fighting back his smile. "So, did you fire your lawyer?"

"I did," Nora nodded, feeling her body heating as her son's hand rubbed the small of her back.

"Oh, and how did she take it?"

"Surprised as all fuck when I canned her. Told her she's been fucking me over. If she was falling for Patrick's bs that she could no longer represent my best interests, so now I have better counsel," Nora said with a smile on her lips as she felt her arms encircling her son. Knowing Maya was bringing the contract with her when they came to pick up the items Maya had bought the other day. "Now come, help me pull out the items, so their movers don't damage my inventory," she stated in a motherly tone. "And you better have saved up enough to fuck me later."

Jon just smiled at his mother's back as she unlocked the first storage unit. He moved about carefully as his mother directed him to the items that she read from the list she had made the other day. Seeing his mother getting her phone from the car when its ring tone blared from within its interior.

"Hello? This is Nora Roberts of Robert's Antiques... oh, hey! Maya! Are you?!"

Jon saw the happiness on his mother's face as he carried the last item out of the third storage unit. Hearing his mother giving Maya the code for the gate and hanging up. Leaning against the trunk of his mother's car as he watched Maya pulling up and hearing the beeping as the movers truck backed down the lane before stopping a few feet behind Maya's car. Arching an eyebrow when his mother quickly hurried over as Maya got out of her car. Tilting his head to the side when his mother acted like the girls at his school. His eyes flickered over to Jerome as he, too, left the car. His eyes darted between him and Maya wondering why they looked so much alike.

Keeping out of the way when Maya directed the men she had hired to load up the items that were sitting out in the sun. Soon he was joined by Jerome as his mother and Maya chatted about something that he couldn't hear.

"Hey," Jerome greeted as he held out his right hand to Jon.

"Hello," Jon replied, shaking Jerome's hand.

"So, how old are you?" Jerome asked while keeping his eyes on the movers. He wasn't about to let them damage anything as they wrapped the smaller items in lots of bubble wrap and padded blankets for the larger items.

"Eighteen, you?" Jon asked, glancing at him.

"Twenty," Jerome stated factually.

"So you in college?" Jon asked, making small talk.

"Waiting on my old one to transfer my transcripts and credits to the one here. So probably won't start back until the fall," Jerome said, not bringing up the fact he could see the similarities between Nora and Jon. As he was sure, it wasn't lost on them that he and his mother were in the same boat.

"Ah. So what will you be doing in the meantime?" Jon asked if they were going to spend a night out together, he might as well get to know the man.

"Probably intern for Maya again," Jerome said, seeing his mother casting him a glance. Noting how she moved her body slightly so he could ogle her body better from his position.

"You've done that before?" Jon inquired, to which Jerome nodded. "Was it hard?"

"Depends on who you're working with. Some like to swamp interns into doing their work for them; others tend to ignore them until they need one. Others are quite helpful if law is what they are really interested in it."

"Are you?" Jon asked with a pointed look.

"No, but you think I'm not going to spend the day looking at that?" Jerome retorted, pointing at his mother, who was blushing hard when she heard it.

"Yeah, I can understand that," Jon nodded, flashing Jerome a smile.

******



"Now, Nora, if you will just sign here and I'll formally be your legal counsel," Maya stated, holding her fountain pen out to her, holding the contract open and keeping it from blowing away as it rested on the hood of her car. Watching Nora's hand moving along the dotted line as she signed her name. "Excellent! Now I've already filed a motion on your behalf to scrub any and all accounts your husband has in his name and whatever else he's trying to squirrel away from the court's eyes. Don't worry; Patrick won't know what hit him. His head will be spinning to even think about what to do next," she said in a comforting tone.

"Good," Nora nodded, "I want it to hurt!"

"I'll make sure it does," Maya uttered with a smile. Knowing this was why she never went into family law. "Jon, it was such a pleasure in meeting you," she spoke, holding out her hand to him.

"And you as well, feel like I already know you given how much she talks about you," Jon said in a teasing light as he nodded to his mother.

"Jon?!" Playfully slapping her son's right arm.

"What? I'm happy you've made a new friend given how your others are... well, you know, bitches," Jon said, wrapping his arm around his mother's waist.

"Jon, don't sweet-talk me in front of Maya and Jerome. You might embarrass the man," Nora cooed, pressing her body closer to her son.

"Yes, where's my sweet-talking, hmm?" Maya teased, looking over at her son. Her eyes grew wide, her nostrils flared, her face felt feverish as Jerome whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "Behave?!" she chided, lightly slapping Jerome's chest. "Well, we best be going; we don't want to miss the movers," Maya stated, slipping her hand into her son's. "I'll call you later," she said, waving to Nora and Jon as she opened her driver's side door.

"Be safe; I hope everything works out for you!" Nora called back, so very glad to have met Maya. "I should have the last item by the end of the day. You can pick it up at the store."

"Excellent! I'll see you then."

"Well, honey, let's close up and head home," Nora said as Maya drove past them.

******



"Jon, why don't you sweep up, idle hands and all that," Nora teased once they had returned to her shop. Knowing how he was rubbing her thigh on the drive back, making her pussy wet the longer he did. "Just be careful," she said sternly.

"I know, Mom, it isn't like I haven't helped around here before," Jon mused as he went and got the broom from the small closet on the ground floor.

Jon heard his mother typing away as she answered emails while he swept the floor. Knowing what that smile meant when he caught flashes of it as he worked around his mother's shop. He knew it meant she just sold something or a lot of somethings. She was always like that when that happened. Nodding when his mother shooed him off when she noted Richard pulling up. He knew her son, and she didn't want Richard to see the look in her eyes when Jon was around.

Nora inhaled deeply as she saw Richard approaching with two of the men he used to move the heavier items in his shop. She and Jon had already set the two items aside so Richard wouldn't be in her store any longer than he needed to be. She knew his smell permeated into everything if that happened.

"Hello, Nora, it's good to see you again," Richard said politely as he stepped into her shop.

"You too, Richard," Nora said without taking a breath.

"I see you have the items I asked for ready for me." Nora nodded as she gestured to them. Watching how he carefully sat the Tiffany lamp on her counter. Giving the lamp a quick once over to ensure it was pristine like he had stated it was. Once she was satisfied with it, shaking Richard's hand before he took the smaller item off the top of the old Colonial-style waist cabinet and walked out the door. Gasping as she drew in much-needed fresh air into her lungs. Nodding to the two men who entered when they asked if that was the item they were there for. Biting her lip as her son came marching in spraying air freshener. Winking at him when he returned with the broom in hand.

"Did you get my text?" Nora asked into her phone when Maya answered.

"I did! Oh, thank you, thank you!" Maya squealed in joy at the sight of the photo Nora had texted her. "I have to ask; does he not smell himself?!" Nora burst out in laughter; she had wondered that herself a few times.

"Jon, can you set this in my office, so no one will think it's for sale?" Nora asked, watching how he carefully ensured the broom wouldn't fall from the position he left it in and damage or break anything valuable.

"Oh, do you and Jon work together?"

"No, he just helps around here every now and again. Is that where you and Jerome met?" Nora asked, eager to know more about her friend.

"Sort of." Nora wondered why it sounded like there was more to it than what Maya was telling her. "Well, let me get off here; the movers were not very helpful in where I wanted the items placed." Nora suppressed her chuckle. "I'll come by first thing in the morning to pick it up. I know that lamp is going to look fantastic in my office!"

"Okay, I'll see you then," Nora said, saying their goodbyes before hanging up. Looking to the antique grandmother clock that stood behind her. Noting the time, knowing there wouldn't be anyone coming into her store when only ten minutes were left before she closed. Humming to herself as the keys for the front door of her shop jingled in her hand as she walked towards it. Feeling the thick locking bar falling into place as she turned the lock. Flipping out the 'Open' sign, her hand moved down the light switching them off, casting her shop into darkness. Knowing tomorrow, she was going to have to call UPS to pick up a few packages that needed to be sent out.

A loving smile appeared on her lips when Jon sat on the steps that led up to their living quarters. Lightly bumping his shoulder, a hint of color flooded her cheeks as they chatted away.

"Jon!" Nora gasped as he lifted up her skirt and his thumbs hooked around the waistband of her underwear. Feeling his chest pressing against her chest as she was in the middle of getting out the items she would need to make their dinner.

"What? Are you telling me I should stop?" Jon asked in a sinful tone as his hands moved along her ass.

"N-no," Nora stuttered.

"Thought you wouldn't," Jon teased.

"Oh, fuck, mmmhmm," Nora moaned as the can of peas she was going to use in the shepherd's pie fell from her grasp as Jon's tongue ran along her moist labia. Bending over the counter to give her boy, her lover, access to her sweet cunt. She was not about to stop him either! "Yes, baby, taste mama's pussy!" Lifting her right leg as he slipped off her heels, then her left. Wondering if Jon wanted her barefoot and pregnant. Not that she would mind, really. She had been thinking about having a third child. Although at her age, she wondered if that would be a wise thing to do. Her hands beat rapidly on the countertop as she came hard on her son's tongue. Her eyes rolled back into her head as Jon went in for seconds. She knew thirds would be in order as well once her son brought her mound back to that edge once again.
"Really?!" Julie exclaimed as she entered the kitchen upon her return home from her last class of the evening. A little miffed that Jon never ate her out in the kitchen like she was watching him do to their mother at that moment. Her jealousy flared when she watched her mother cum. Noting how wet Jon's face was when he turned to look at her knowing that wasn't her mother's first orgasm.

"Baby, let me up; otherwise, dinner will be late," Nora panted as her legs trembled. Biting her lip when she felt Jon's lips on her right ass cheek before he pulled her skirt down and she stepped out of her panties. "You, young man, are a plight on a woman's thought process," she chided, wagging her finger at him when she turned around as he rose. Keeping a hand on the counter to keep herself steady, watching that coy look appear in her son's eyes as he softly chuckled.

"But you loved it," Jon mused as his mother's sex glistened on his chin.

"Not the point," Nora stated, fighting back her smile. "Go wash your face; you have me all over it!" she purred in a wanton tone.

"Jon?" Julie whispered softly as she watched her brother washing his face.

"Hmm?" Jon hummed as he cleaned his mother's sex from his face.

"Why don't you eat me out like that?" Julie asked in a pout.

"Didn't know you wanted me to," Jon said truthfully.

"Of course, I do!" Julie retorted, casting her brother a look as if to say, you can't be that stupid. "You know I love it when you do," she muttered, looking away bashfully.

"I see; well, next time you're making something to eat, I'll tease you like I do, Mom."

"You promise?" Julie asked, her eyes flickering back over to him.

"I do."

"Then... maybe you haven't gotten your fill of pussy for the night in yet," Julie mused as she poked the tips of her index fingers together.

"Oh? Do you need me between your legs?" Jon asked, dropping the damp cloth into the sink. Watching his sister's head vehemently nod that she did. "Okay..." His voice trailed after him as his sister took hold of his wrist and dragged him out of the bathroom.

"Don't be too long honey, dinner should be ready in forty minutes," Nora said, seeing her daughter pulling her son into her bedroom.

"Okay," Julie replied, glad her mother was talking to her again like her daughter and not as her bitch. Knowing she had a lot left to do to make up to her mother for believing her father's lies. Her shoes went flying as she kicked them off. Her fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans. She's been dying to have her brother's mouth back on her mound. Her 36B breasts jiggled in her shirt as she pushed her pants down, revealing her black Calvin Klein panties she had worn that day. Feeling her cheeks burning as she caught her brother gazing at them. Wondering if he liked how they made her mound look in them. Soon they too joined her pants, only leaving her standing in her shirt before her brother. Scurrying over to her bed, moving her favorite stuffed animals out of the way. Making them look away at what her brother was about to do to her little kitty.

"Okay, Jon, I'm ready," Julie stated, spreading her legs apart giving her brother access to her womanhood.

"So, are you better now?" Nora asked, smirking at how skewed Julie's hair was as she walked/stumbled into the kitchen. With a look on her face that said she's had the best orgasms in the world. The corners of her lips lifted, very pleased that the techniques she had taught her son were holding firm as her daughter smiled at her. "Good. You can help set the table while your brother washes up."

"Yes, Mom," Julie nodded weakly. Walking stiffly towards the cabinet that held the plates all so her panties didn't rub against her sensitive mound. Knowing that would only send a wave of pleasure through her already satisfied cunt, and she did not wish to drop a plate because of it.

The moment Jon walked into the kitchen, his mother pushed him against the counter. Her lips nibbled lightly along the right side of Jon's neck. Pressing her 32DDs into her son's chest as she felt up her man. Her hand gently kneaded her son's manhood. It was only fair to return what her son so willingly offered to her.

"You want my lips around this, don't you, baby?" Nora whispered heatedly into Jon's ear.

"I'm not going to deny that," Jon answered as he heard his zipper lowering. Biting the inside of his cheek as his mother's fingers wrapped around his cock. Her light, experienced touch sparking life into his rod.

"Mmm, are you going to make sure you cum in my mouth like I love?" Her hot breath flowed over his skin as she whispered into his ear.

"Mmmhmm," Jon hummed as he nodded. Feeling his thighs tremble as his mother didn't stop her stroking as she eased his cock from the confines of his pants.

"Good, you know that's where it belongs other than in my pussy," Nora purred hungrily as her lips tugged on Jon's earlobe before she sank down his body.

Julie leaned against the counter as she watched Jon's cock disappearing into her mother's mouth. Biting her lip, recounting the times it has been in her mouth and pussy. Remembering how it felt when her folds squeezed his rod as she came upon it. She never wore a bra; mostly, if she did, it was normally a sports bra given her small bust compared to her mother's. Feeling her nipples pressing into her shirt as she watched the show. Noting how Jon's head tilted back and how her mother's throat worked, she knew he was dumping that seed into it. A hint of jealousy flared in her mind when she wanted his hot load in her mouth, just like she loved feeling it dripping out of her pussy. While she was on birth control due to how it regulated her period, she knew it would only be a matter of time before one of her brother's swimmers took hold, given that the pill had a ninety-one percent guarantee of keeping her from being pregnant. Julie pondered how her mother would take the news if she did become pregnant with Jon's child. Would she be furious, or would her mother be giddy with glee at the thought of having a grandchild? She didn't know, and she didn't know how to approach her mother about the subject. She knew her mother and Jon weren't using protection. So she wondered if her mother was trying for that very thing.

Then the question popped into her head. How would Jon react? Would he deny that the baby was his? Would he step up and be a father to either of their children? Or would her brother simply run away from his responsibilities? These questions plagued her mind as she watched her mother licking up the back of Jon's cock before placing it back into his pants. Noting how her mother gazed up at Jon not as a son but as a lover. Noticing how the palm of her hands rested on Jon's thighs when she did.

"You all better, baby?" Nora cooed in a sultry tone.

"Mmmhmm," Jon nodded.

"Good, my man, shouldn't go wanting, not with me around," Nora purred, dragging her breasts along her son's chest as she rose. "Now you go relax, and you just let me worry about dinner," she uttered in a seductive tone as her thumb brushed along his chin when she held it between her index finger and thumb. She didn't mind cooking; she actually enjoyed it. Plus, she wasn't going to trust what an eighteen-year-old would whip up without any experience in the kitchen.

"Come, honey, it's time for bed," Nora said, switching off the TV they had been watching after their dinner. She was growing very fond of snuggling with her son, just enjoying the night on the couch. Knowing that in two days, she, Jon, Maya, and Jerome would be having a night out on the town, she couldn't wait. "Night, Julie, don't stay up too late," she stated in a motherly tone as she wrapped herself around her son's arm as they stood at the end of the couch.

"Night Mom, Jon, tomorrow I want it," Julie said with a flirtatious smirk.

"Sure, sis," Jon nodded.

"Come, I need you in me, baby," Nora whispered heatedly into her son's ear.

Julie sighed as she watched her mother's bedroom door close. Wishing she could be in there with them. Pleasuring the cock of the man that showed her that her father wasn't the great lover he claimed to be. Leaning her head back against the back of the couch. Wondering why she allowed her father to hoodwink her, not for the first time either. Turning her head when she heard the first hints of her mother's moans filtering through the door. A devilish smile appeared on her lips; she might not be getting the dick she wanted tonight, that didn't mean she couldn't cum along with them. Her bedroom door shut in a soft kiss. Soon her moans, too, joined the chorus as the night grew old.

******



The next morning...

Jon was sitting at his desk writing out the rough draft of the article he was asked to do by Janice, on her no less, just with some name changes like his last two articles. He hoped this would be the last one; he didn't want to be known as a smut writer. Not that there was anything wrong with that, just he didn't think it would look good when he was thinking of going into journalism after high school.

"I thought I recognized you." Came a female voice from over him as she dropped the school's newspaper onto his notebook. Noting how it was the last issue that held the article, he wrote about his sister without telling anyone it was his sister. "This is you, right?" Her finger tapped on the picture that his editor had placed below his by-line.

"Yeah..." Lifting his gaze, surprised to find the girl who delivered their pizza to their home the other night standing over him. "Aren't you...?" Seeing her nod when his words trailed off. "So, is there something I can help you with?" Jon asked, setting down his pencil, noting only a few minutes were left before class started.

"Me and my friends were wondering if everything you wrote in the last two articles were true or not."

"Yes, it is; why do you want to know?" Jon asked, watching how she sank down into the empty seat before him.

"Do you really go down on them without being asked or blackmailed into it?" Jon noted the skepticism in her eyes when she asked that.

"Yeah, do other guys not do that?" Jon asked to which she shook her head.

"I know my boyfriend doesn't, and I know my friend's boyfriends don't."

"That's a shame," Jon said; he did feel for her. He remembered how his sister went on about how their father barely did that, with his mother nodding along.

"I was thinking, hear me out before you say no, okay?!"

"Okay," Jon arched an eyebrow.

"I was thinking, hoping really, that you can write an article about the benefits of guys doing that without having to be forced to. Because we all know they want us to go down on them without a second thought." Jon saw several girls in his class nodding along; even his middle-aged teacher even joined in.

Flipping the page in his notebook to a clean sheet, and leaned forward. "Okay, you've brought up these benefits; what in your opinion do they entail?" Jon asked, getting into his reporter mode.

"Well, say if they were totally inclined to do that without asking, we, women I mean, would be more willing to go down on them for no reason." Again, Jon saw the girls and his teacher nodding along. "I'm sure you've never had to slip your dick into a dry pussy before, have you?" Her finger tapped on the paragraph that detailed how wet his sister was when they first had sex.

"No, can't say that I have," Jon answered, noting how the boys in his class were paying an awful lot of attention to their books.

"Then you won't know how painful it is for us. No matter how cute the guy is, if they can't get us ready, then it's not going to be any fun." Jon was hurriedly writing this all down. Wondering if the guys at his school knew any of this, or did they just not care? "And it makes us not want to do it again with them."

"Let me ask, have you or your friends told them this?" Jon asked, playing devil's advocate. Seeing her vehemently nodding her answer. "And do they not listen?"

"Hell, no!" Came a response from across the room.

"So you try to help them, but they won't listen. Is that what I'm getting?" Jon inquired, only to be met with her nod. "I see, and why do you think I could help?"

"Because, Mr. Roberts," his teacher spoke up, getting the class's attention, "if they don't learn now, they will never learn and will lead to a very dull sex life for married couples when we are taking care of our partners more than they are of us."

"Also, you got a massive following here!" Jon had to arch his eyebrow at that. He had noticed the increase of eyes on him when he walked to whichever class he had at the time. "You have no idea how lucky these women are that you've written about! I would give anything just to be able to get off on a tongue!"

"Has that never happened?" Jon asked, watching her shake her head.

"You can't even imagine how frustrating it is!" Again, Jon noted the numerous head nods taking place around the room.

"That I can take a wild guess at."

"Can I ask without coming off rude or trying to pry into your personal life? Have you like ever got them to that point and just kept them there?" Jon noted how red her cheeks were getting.

"A few times," Jon admitted, seeing the gazes of the females in his class just turning their undivided attention towards him.

"Can I ask, is it as explosive as I've heard?"

"Most of the time," Jon nodded. "Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning, but that just shows me how good it was." Glancing up when he heard his teacher moan lightly before her hand covered her mouth. Jon wondered if his editor knew that those two articles were not having the effect he thought they would have. It seemed to him that his work only made the girls at his school, who were sexually active, know they weren't getting the best that they deserve. "I'll have to run this by my editor before I can even think of writing it. But will work on it in the meantime," Jon said as the bell rang out.

"Thanks, and thanks for letting me rant," she said, smiling at him as she rose and headed back to her own desk.

Jon was texting his editor as he walked to his next class when his last one was done. Seeing Janice chatting up the ninth-grade history teacher that had just been hired to fill in for the man who had left for another district. Noting how she lightly touched his arm and listened intently to what the man had to say. Not that he minded, he knew it was only a one-time thing. Still, he did hope this one turned out better than her last. Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket as he walked into his chemistry class. Greeting a friend of his as he walked to his seat. Pulling out his phone, keeping it below the lab table as he read his editor's response. Telling him he had the go-ahead and draw up the article. If he was going to do this, then he needed the evidence that supported her claim that the men at the school weren't stepping up. Opening up the Facebook app he had on his phone, switching over to the school's newspaper page. Writing out two questions, both with polls added to them to gauge the questionee's answers. Asking both women and men to leave as long or short a reason as to why they think that. Quickly putting his phone away when he heard his teacher approaching.

Jon was in the school's library during his free period, looking up some reference books for the paper he had to write. Scowling when one of the books he needed was missing from its spot on the shelf. Sighing, knowing he would have to go to the public library hoping that they would have a copy. That was until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Seeing that same girl from his math class holding the book he needed in her arms as she pressed it tightly to her body.

"I have a proposal for you."

"Oh, and what would that be?" Jon asked, noting how dead it was in the library.

"I know you need this book, and I'll let you have it," not voicing that she already had a copy at home, "if you'd do me a little favor." Jon didn't like where this was going.

"As in?"

"You eat me. Like you did to that woman, what's her name... Andy." Referencing the name he had given his mother in his first article. "If you do that, then I'll hand over this book to you."

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Jon asked, wondering why she was doing this.

"Mmmhmm, he's right there," she said, pointing at him.

Jon kept from swallowing, knowing who her boyfriend was. He so didn't feel like being beaten up by the Captain of the wrestling team. He didn't need his mother asking why he was all bloody for, given what happened the other day; he didn't think she would let him off again.

"And if I refuse?"

"I'd be hurt, but I can understand why. But you and I know you need this book, and what I'm asking won't take long given what you've written about." It was true he did need that book; without it, he knew he would be docked a grade because he couldn't site it in his paper.

"And if I do this?" Jon asked, jutting his chin towards her boyfriend.

"Oh, he's just here to watch and keep a lookout for me. I want him to see what real men do." Jon noted how her boyfriend did not like that dig at his character.

"And this goes no further than that?" Jon inquired, seeing her nod in agreement.

"No sex. That would be cheating, but he needs to learn. I'm tired of getting myself ready."

"Alright, where and when?" Jon stated, keeping his sigh to himself as he scratched his head.

"Here, now." Jon looked down at how forceful her grip was as she led him to an area of the library that was veiled in darkness, given that the area relied more on the sunlight filtering in through the overhead windows. However, given that it was overcast, it meant that little corner of the library was the perfect place for them. Jon looked over his shoulder as her boyfriend moved to block anyone from entering as he stood with his back to them. Watching how she placed the book on top of the one's behind her as she leaned against the bookcase. "See, you don't have to do anything but work that tongue," she said, lifting up the front of her skirt revealing her bald dancefloor to Jon's eyes. "You'd best make my pussy feel good."

Jon didn't utter a word. He wondered if the girl was always that demanding and rude. "Just one orgasm, right?" Jon asked once he had gotten to his knees.

"Mmmhmm." A gasp escaped her lips when Jon didn't wait for her to tell him to start. "You watching..." Her breathing grew heavy as she reached over her head and gripped the shelf above her as Jon's tongue parted her labia. Teasing her vulva like nothing her boyfriend has done. "This is how you eat a pussy." Her back arched as Jon's lips captured her clit, rolling that little stem with the tip of his tongue. Her hips began to rock on his tongue as that pink muscle explored every inch of her sex. Jon felt her hand taking hold of the back of his head as his tongue slipped inside of her canal. "Yes!" she hissed low as she came. "Please, just one more?!"

"If I do that, you have to suck me off," Jon shot back; he wasn't going to do something without getting something in return. He wasn't about to be used just so she could get off.

"Deal! If you ate me out like he does, like I've pointed out to you numerous times, I wouldn't have to be doing this!" she growled when her boyfriend peered back at them.

After cleaning himself up, Jon walked out of that dark section with the book in his hands ten minutes later. Opening it up, wondering if she had already checked it out. Pleased that she hadn't, although he wouldn't have been in trouble if it was returned late or not if she had.

"I'm going to tell all my friends that you do practice what you preach," she said, coming up to his table after she had collected herself. "Come on, let's see if you learnt anything or not." Jon returned her wave as she dragged her boyfriend towards the exit. He just hoped he wouldn't get hounded because of it.
It was nearing the end of his free period when he brought out his phone, wondering if the questions he had asked on the school's newspaper Facebook page bore any fruit. His eyes bugged out at the number of replies the women had left on the one he asked for them, and he was very disappointed in what the men had left. "No wonder they're unsatisfied," Jon thought to himself. He was a little surprised that it wasn't only the female students commenting on it but also the female teachers. Jon wondered if any of the men had girlfriends at school and if they saw their replies, what were they going to do when they knew they would never do that for them.

By the time the bell rang for his last period of the day, Jon already had the title he was going to use for the article. 'The joys and benefits of oral sex: Guys' you might want to listen?!' Flipping closed the notebook he used to write out his rough drafts and stuffing it in his bookbag. Wondering if he should get his mother's and sister's opinion on the subject as well.

******



"Rough day, baby?" Nora asked when she heard her son's sigh when he returned home from school.

"You can say that," Jon grumbled, rubbing the back of his head in frustration with his sex. He just didn't think they were that pig-headed.

"What's wrong, baby?" Nora asked, seeing that look in her son's eyes. "I... see, and you asked this to your whole school?" she uttered, peering up from his phone once he had shown what he wrote to his mother.

"Yeah, I'm a little disappointed," Jon said, taking his phone back from his mother.

"I can see why," Nora nodded, "tell me, baby, why do you do it without any prompting?" she asked, leaning on the counter.

"One: I honestly like doing it. Two: I like how you taste," Jon saw how his mother's eyes flared at that, "three: because I love you," he stated honestly.

"Then let me ask if you didn't do that, you think you would ever get my best like you currently do?" Jon knew why his mother asked that question.

"No, I don't think I would," Jon admitted.

"Whenever you write this, make sure you tell these boys, and they are boys, given their self-centeredness, to expect a very lack lustered sex life if they can't give their partners a hundred percent. Most women do not like sucking dick, it's true," Nora nodded at Jon's perplexed look. "I said most, not all, there are a few who like it. I didn't when I first became sexually active. I only did it because I thought the boys I was with liked it. Was I good at it? Heavens no?! Who is when they're only starting out? Yet as I grew into my sexuality, I began to notice things. Things like how they would always try to get me to suck them off while they neglected my little peach. But you don't, do you, baby?" she cooed, reaching out, her nails tickling the underside of Jon's chin. "I'm not saying all men are like that, but a vast majority of them think they're entitled to it, yet can't return the favor, and when they do, it's so... disappointing. It isn't even worth the effort to pull down your panties for. Now, there are some men, like you, baby, that're so damn good at eating us out we just gush!" Nora mused, flashing her son a hungry smile. "That we would do anything just to get them off."

"Thanks, Mom, it does help to get a woman's perspective on things," Jon said, watching his mother suck on her lower lip as he played with her right breast.

"You're welcome, honey, now you go on; your sister's been waiting on you," Nora said with a wink. "But you better save some for me, you hear?" she called after him as he headed for the stairs to the second floor.

"Always, Mom."

******



"John, what are you doing?" Nora asked when she walked into her bedroom after closing up her shop. She saw how Julie was spread out on her bed nude as she was born with a huge smile on her face. Noting how her son was only wearing pajama bottoms as he sat in front of his computer. His fingers moved hurriedly over the keyboard. Knowing she was going to make that body of his all dirty again as her eyes ran along his wet hair.

"Typing up the two articles," Jon answered without looking at his mother.

"Oh? You are going to let me read them, aren't you?" Nora inquired, moving closer to her son. Watching her son spin around in his desk chair towards her as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Sure, if you want," Jon said, getting up from his seat. He had nothing to hide from his mother.

Taking his seat and turning back towards the computer screen, she started off with the one Jon was currently working on.

'The joys and benefits of oral sex: Guys' you might want to listen?!'

As you all know who I am, given the many articles I have written for this paper over the three years I've been on the school's newspaper staff. To the female populace of this school, I offer my sincerest apologies for many of the boys that attend this school. Yes, you heard me, guys, you're boys, not men. Andy, the woman I have been sexually involved with, has stated that is what she sees you as given she has read your responses to my question on the newspaper's Facebook page.

As she has told me, given your self-centeredness, you can expect a very lack lustered sex life if you can't give your partners a hundred percent. I have to agree with her. What incentive does any woman have to go down on you when you aren't even willing to do the same for the one you're with? What point is there for her to put her mouth around that? Do you honestly think most women like that? As Andy has stated, most do not. So then why would you think they'll keep doing it when you won't get up off your butts and pleasure them like you think you're entitled to? You don't have to take her word for it. Just look at the replies on the page; it will show you what Andy said was true.

Guys let me be real with you. Did I think I would like it? Hell no! Why? Because I was a virgin at the time and had no clue what I was doing. Yet, the moment I became involved with Andy, she took the time to teach me on how to properly taste her. Was I good at first? Not one damn bit. However, she didn't stop instructing me. No, she was there day and night; yes, you heard it right day and night. Do you know how awesome it is to watch that beautiful woman writhe in pleasure? It's one of the best damn things on this planet! Not that you would ever know what the sounds of her mewing are like, let me just tell you. It urges me on to make sure she just explodes in my mouth.

Do you wish to know what that leads to? I'll tell you. Bjs out of nowhere. Hand jobs under the table. Breasts jobs, sorry for the crudeness that would blow your minds. And the sex? Well, let's just say there have been times when I thought all the life had been drained from me at how hard she rode me. Not that I'm complaining, why would I? If you saw Andy, you wouldn't either. She's a stunning woman. So ask yourself, why she would do this? To me, a boy... let me rephrase that, man, as she indicates that is what I am, why she would put this much effort into a man who isn't out of high school yet? I tell you why, because I give her a hundred percent, and trust me, they can tell when you aren't. So guys do you enjoy the ladies you're dating? If so, and trust me, I have read all the replies, then you really need to step up your game. Whether you like it or not, your partner might not like it either, but she does it because she loves you. So why shouldn't you return that love or you can say goodbye to them because they will find someone that will do that for them. As Andy puts it: 'Now, there are some men, like you, baby, that's so damn good at eating us out we just gush! That we would do anything just to get them off.' Her words not mine, so take that with a grain of salt if you must.

Now guys don't you want to experience what they will willingly do to you if you made them just gush? Let me tell you, it is a ride you will never, ever forget; I know I won't. Now that being said, this isn't all on the guys. There are some of you ladies, and you know who you are, that you expect the guy you're with just to do that without any reciprocation on your part. Like the guys you too are doomed to the inevitable end. Now I am not telling you what you should be doing. Yet I was asked to write this article by a fellow student, and I have to say I'm kind of disappointed in my male peers. This is just a guide for you on what will happen if you don't change your ways, and also, what can happen when you give a hundred percent to the person you are with. Take it from me, you won't regret it.

"So I'm beautiful and stunning?" Nora mused as she spun around to face her son after reading the other article he had written.

"I'm going to go with: Duh!" Jon replied with a smirk.

"So I've drained the life out of you, huh?" Nora purred as she rose from her seat. Pushing her son back, causing his back to bounce on the bed as she straddled his lap. Running her hands up her son's chest as the tips of her dark brown hair teased his skin as she leaned forward. "Naughty boy," she cooed as the sound of the smack of his hand on her taut jean covered ass resounded in their room, "you like spanking your mother, don't you?"

"The circle of life has come full circle," Jon joked, watching his mother rolling her eyes at his perverted use of the Lion King reference.

"So, baby, what are you going to do to the woman you find beautiful?" Nora asked as she began to slowly dry hump her son.

"Anything and everything she wants," Jon answered with a coy smile.

"Mmm," Nora hummed, "good, but after you've finished your school work. You better not make anything less than a 'B' or no more of my sweet pussy for a month!"

"That so?"

"Mmmhmm," Nora cooed before passionately kissing her son.

******



The next day...

"Please, rise for the Honorable Judge Adler," the bailiff called out as the judge in her divorce case stepped into the courtroom.

"Mrs. Roberts, I see you have obtained new counsel."

"Yes, your honor," Nora spoke in a polite tone. Catching the look on Patrick's face when he noted her new lawyer and friend.

"Was there something wrong with your former one?"

"If I may speak your honor?" Maya uttered in a firm tone.

"Proceed," Judge Adler said with a wave of his hand.

"It has come to my attention after looking over the documents filed by my client's former attorney that she was not representing my client's best interest."

"That so, may I ask what gave you that idea?"

"The fact that Mr. Roberts was asking for seventy-five percent of my clients business when I have it in writing from the postnuptial that both Mr. and Mrs. Roberts signed that stipulates that he would have no legal standing on Mrs. Roberts business when she first started it. We will also be enforcing clause three, section C of the same postnuptial in that we are asking for everything that Mr. Roberts owns."

"You're honor that's outrageous!" Patrick's lawyer cut in.

"Please hand the bailiff the copy of said postnuptial," Judge Adler ordered. "Mr. Licman, are you casting doubt on this legal and binding document?" he asked, holding up the postnuptial after a few moments of looking over the legal document.

"Yes, your honor."

"How so?" Judge Adler spoke with an arched eyebrow.

"Clause three, section C states that either one must produce evidence of said infidelity." Nora couldn't help it, nor did she want to stop it as a very wicked grin appeared on her face. She was so hoping Patrick's lawyer would be that stupid to utter that condition of the clause.

"Your honor, if I may, my client will be very happy to turn over all the evidence of her husband's extra-marital affairs," Maya said, noting how Patrick was whispering into his lawyer's ear.

"Your honor, my client withdraws his objection to enforcing the second part of section C."

"Mr. Licman, your client is aware that in doing so, I will have to rule in favor of Mrs. Roberts?"

"He is."

"Then, as stated in the postnuptial, Mr. Roberts, you are to repay any and all money you took or spent from the joint account. I'm sure your client Mrs. Hicks has the amount of what was taken from it, yes?" Judge Adler asked, finding this all too weird. When he has presided over enough divorce cases that neither party would give up so quickly. He wondered just what the woman had on her husband to make him just give up like he did.

"Of course, your honor," Maya said, pulling out the copies of their bank receipts and handing them to the bailiff. Also, handing the woman Patrick's financials so the judge could award her new friend her alimony for the years they've been married.

"Mr. Roberts, as per the postnuptial, you will repay the four thousand you withdrew from the joint account and all ten thousand you have in your personal account." Nora felt Patrick's eyes burning into her when the judge rattled off the amount in his bank account. "You will also liquidate all bonds, stocks, retirement plans that equate to over seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars by the end of the week and paid to Mrs. Roberts. You are hereby so ordered to pay in lieu of one thousand and five hundred dollars in alimony for the twenty years of marriage to one Mrs. Nora Julia Roberts for the next ten years or until she sees fit to remarry. You are also ordered to pay one thousand dollars in child support for your two children until they graduate college or vacate Mrs. Roberts's home. I hereby grant Mrs. Roberts in Roberts vs. Roberts her divorce," Judge Adler stated, banging his gavel so ending Nora's marriage to her ex-husband once the sixty days have elapsed. "Mr. Roberts, a word of advice," watching the man just sink into his chair in defeat, "next time, keep it in your pants. It cost nothing to be loyal and everything when you aren't. Case dismissed."

"Nora, you have to tell me, just what the hell did you have on your husband?!" Maya asked; she's never had a case go that quickly. "He didn't?!" she gasped when Nora whispered what he had Julie do to get the video evidence of Patrick having sexual relations with his daughter. "And you were willing to use it?"

"In a fucking heartbeat!" Nora nodded sternly. "Where's my money, you piece of shit," she spat as Patrick walked up to them.

"Watch your tone bitch," Patrick seethe.

"Or what? I'll knock you the fuck out... again," Nora hissed, "and this time there are police around."

"I want the ring," Patrick said, holding out his hand.

"I'm sure your mother is really proud of the piece of scat you turned out to be. I bet she's rolling in her grave at the kind of man you are," Nora stated, getting her digs in as she pulled off her wedding band and engagement ring that used to belong to his mother. Dropping it into his right hand while yanking the check from his other.

"I hope it keeps you nice and warm since no man is going to want you after I'm done."

"I warn you, Mr. Roberts, I will sue you if you slander my client in any way," Maya warned.

"You know I would have fucked you if you weren't with this bitch," Patrick sneered at his wife. His anger flared when Maya just outright laughed in his face.

"You think you could have me? That's priceless!" Maya howled at the absurdity of the man's ego. "You are nothing compared to my Jerome. At least I know where his cock has been. Can you say the same about yours?" Watching how his face went through ten shades of red as Patrick held his rage in. "Now, I suggest you move along before I press charges for harassing my client. We wouldn't want that video making it to the light of day. Now would we, Mr. Roberts?"

"You better have my money by next Friday, you rat bastard!" Nora called after Patrick as he stomped towards the exit of the courthouse.

"Well, Nora, how does it feel knowing you'll be divorced in sixty days?" Maya asked as they walked down the steps of the courthouse.

"Fucking fantastic!" Nora exclaimed, throwing her arms into the air in merriment. "Did you see the look on that ass's face when he saw you?! Priceless!" she said, laughing madly as the wind lifted her dark brown hair from her shoulders as they continued their descent.

"I did. Was he always so... piggish?" Maya asked, looking over at her friend.

"No... well, I can't say now. He played me very good in thinking he actually loved me," Nora said, a little sad. Shaking it off, Patrick no longer mattered to her. She had a wonderful son and lover now. Head and shoulders above anything and everything Patrick has ever done for and to her. "Thank you so much for your help! I thought this would go on for months!" she uttered as she hugged Maya.

"You're very welcome, Nora," Maya replied, lightly patting Nora's back. She, too, had thought this would be a drag-out contested fight. "Well, tonight is going to be twice the fun now," she teased as she pulled away.

"Mmmhmm, Jon better be ready when we get home afterward. I am so going to rock his world!"

"I do hope he will be able to walk afterward," Maya stated, flashing Nora a smile.

"Oh, he won't be needing to walk anywhere for the entire weekend!" Nora giggled, knowing they were going to spend all weekend in bed to celebrate that she would be a free woman soon. "Oh! I forgot to tell you, I got us reservations at this fabulous Italian restaurant I know. Very upscale, I assure you," she stated, lightly touching Maya's right forearm. "Then I know this little dance club; it usually isn't too crowded. So we won't be packed in there like sardines. Also, plenty of room for us to feel our men pressed up against us," Nora said with a sultry smile.

"Mmm... yes, yes, I do like that idea," Maya mused, feeling her body heating at the thought of it. "Shall we pick you up tonight or...?"

"I think you should; it will get you and Jerome used to the city's layout," Nora said after a moment of thought.

Maya looked down when Nora took hold of her right arm and led her away from prying ears. "Sorry, just I have something to ask, and I don't think you want anyone to overhear us," Nora said, leading Maya deeper into the sea of cars.

"Okay, what is it that you want to ask?" Maya asked, feeling her heart race.

"Is Jerome your son? You two look too much alike for it to be a coincidence," Nora uttered low.

Maya had feared this day would come. She just hoped it never would. "The same could be asked of you, Nora," Maya spoke, seeing Nora's cheeks heating.

"So then I'm not the only one?" Nora asked as Maya shook her head.

"Who better than to give us the best sex we've ever had than our babies?" Maya retorted with a friendly smile.

"True," Nora mused.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Maya asked, a little fearful.

"Not if you don't," Nora said, looping her arm around Maya's escorting her to her car.

"Deal! I thought there was something about you I knew I would just like," Maya said, flashing Nora a smile.

"My thoughts exactly," Nora nodded. "Now, you best get home and keep that man entertained so he isn't too worn out for this night's activities," she said with a lustful smile.

"And you make sure you don't drain yours too much to not enjoy the after-dinner treats," Maya said, returning Nora's smile.

"It will be a challenge, but I shall keep my hands to myself, for the most part," Nora sighed in a playful tone.

"I'll pick you and Jon up at seven-thirty sharp," Maya said as she slid into her driver's seat.

"We'll be ready," Nora nodded as she backed away, "you drive safe, now."

******



The moment Jon walked into his mother's shop after school Nora instantly rushed into his arms. Pressing her breasts into his chest, causing them to pancake outwards as she hugged him hard. His toes curled in his tennis shoes as his mother's tongue rolled in his mouth.
"Wow. Where did that come from?" Jon asked once his mother's lips left his.

"I won, baby!" Nora squealed as she spun around with her arms raised over her head.

"Huh?" Jon muttered in confusion.

"I'm divorced!"

"Really?! I thought Dad would fight harder," Jon said, a little surprised that his father didn't put up more of a struggle.

"Oh, he tried alright, tried to get seventy-five percent of my business, so I had to pull out the postnuptial we signed. Totally took him for everything when he tried to contest it. You know that video I had Julie make?" Nora asked with a little smugness in her eyes as Jon nodded. "Well, in the stipulation of clause three, section C states: whoever is suing for divorce has to provide evidence of said cheating. He knew I had that video, and I was a hair's breath away from giving it to Maya so she could give it to the judge. Who would probably have Patrick arrested on the spot for what it contains. So like the rat he is, he simply chose not to contest it, and well, I got everything!"

"What do you mean everything?" Jon asked, perplexed.

"Every single dime, nickel, quarter he's worked so hard for is mine!" Nora said in devilish glee.

"Mom, I know Dad hurt you, but don't you think you went a little too far?" Jon asked; he might not like what his father had done. Still, Patrick was his Dad. He didn't want him to have nothing.

"Nope. Your father agreed to the terms when I started this shop. He knew what he had to lose, and he still chose to cheat on me. Baby, I know you, you're a good boy, you don't want to see your Dad without. But he brought this on himself, so don't let that worry you any, okay?" Nora spoke in a softer tone, seeing the conflict brewing in her son's eyes.

"No, you're right; Dad did do this to himself. I still can't believe he would step out on you," Jon uttered, shaking his head at the stupidity of his father.

"And why is that, baby?" Nora asked, her thumbs brushed along the back of Jon's hands as she held them in hers.

"One: if I go by what the neighborhood calls you, you are one smoking milf," seeing her eyes widen as those words left his lips, "two: you're intelligent. Never a dull moment when we talk, before you... well maul me," seeing that sexy smile lifting the corners of his mother's lips, "three: Oh, my god, are you ever so fun beneath the sheets!" Jon said, seeing how his mother's nostrils flared, to how her chest rose and lowered, telling him she was getting aroused.

"Am I truly, Jon?" Nora asked, pressing her breasts into her son's chest once again.

"Mmmhmm," Jon hummed as he nodded.

"Then you won't mind staying in bed with me all weekend long, would you?" Nora purred.

"Have I ever said no to that?"

"You haven't," Nora sighed in happiness as she pressed her forehead against her son's. Knowing that taking her son as her lover was the best decision she had ever made. "Jon?"

"Hmm?"

"You remember what you told me the other night when you spooned me after we made love?" Nora asked, wondering if her son could feel her nipples poking into him yet.

"Yeah? I was right, wasn't I?" Jon asked with a cocky grin.

"You were," Nora agreed. "But you better not tell anyone," she said sternly in a protective manner.

"Wouldn't dream of it Mom, I'm not about to hurt your friend or her son."

"Good, now go on, get," Nora uttered, slapping her son's ass, shooing him on towards the stairs. "Remember we're going out tonight, so you best be ready by seven-thirty; that's when Maya will be here to pick us up."

"I'll be ready and sharp as a tack, too," Jon said from over his shoulder.

******



"Jon, how about we do something tonight?" Julie asked from the doorway of her mother's bedroom, watching him do his homework.

"Can't; Mom and I are going out, sorry, sis," Jon apologized. Turning his head, seeing that forlorn look in his sister's eyes when her gaze fell to the floor. "Tell you what, since Mom wants to spend the whole weekend in here," gesturing to the room, "how about next weekend it will just be the two of us all weekend long. Sound fair?"

"You mean that, Jon? That it will just be you and me? No one else, not even Mom?"

"Just you and me," Jon agreed. Seeing her mood instantly lifting when the words left his lips.

"Then I need to help you pick out something to wear," Julie stated, walking with a purpose towards Jon's closet. "So, where are the two of you going?"

"Well, Mom found a new friend," noting how his sister turned towards him, seeing that surprised look on Julie's face, "and they just moved here, so they don't know much about the city. So, Mom and Maya, that's the name of Mom's new friend, thought she could show them around. Which led Mom to inviting me to go along as her date to dinner and dancing."

"Do you know how to dance?" Julie asked, curious.

"A little..." Pushing himself out of the way as his sister commandeered his computer. Watching her fingers moving over the keyboard once she had brought up YouTube and typing out a band's name in the search bar that he's never heard of before. The sound of the double-clicking of the mouse filled his ears as she brought up the video of the Editors cover of The Cure's 'Lullaby.' Her light touch danced along his skin as her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling Jon out of his chair.

As the intro began to play, Jon's eyes couldn't look away; his sister shook her hips to the soft beat. The light touch of the pad of her index finger lifted his chin as he, too, matched her rhythm. Seeing the sparkle in his sister's eyes as his arm slid around her waist. Pulling her into him. Watching the heat flooding her cheeks as his hand took hold of her ass.

The song was all but forgotten as their lips embraced, only to find himself hovering over his sister on the bed he shared with his mother. Julie's fingers hurriedly inched up the hem of her brother's shirt as they made out. A gasp escaped her lips when Jon's hand had slipped beneath her shirt and captured her left breast. Her jean-covered thigh brushed along his as her tongue swirled around his once she took command of his lips again. Her gooseflesh raced along her skin as she felt Jon's left hand moving down the right side of her chest before slipping beneath her finding its home on her ass. Lifting her hips, grinding her mound on her brother's covered bulge.

"Please, Jon, I promise it will be quick. I just need you in me," Julie whispered in need before her lips tugged on his lower one.

"Then you best take that to your room," Nora said, standing in the doorway to her and Jon's bedroom. "The only one fucking on that bed is Jon and me," she uttered in a stern motherly voice as she placed her hands on her hips.

"You don't mind?" Jon asked, peering over at his mother.

"No," shaking her head, "after all, I will be keeping my man busy for the next two days, so you best get what you need now. But no more than thirty minutes. I want Jon rested for our date; you hear me?" Nora spoke, wagging her finger at her daughter.

"Yes, Mom, I promise I won't wear him out," Julie said excitedly, pulling her brother behind her as she led Jon to her room.

The moment they were within their walls Julie spun around and instantly dropped to her knees. Her hands worked quickly, freeing her brother's manhood from his jeans. She never did this for her father. Given that if she did, she would never get her pussy eaten. However, that wasn't the case with her brother. She knew he wouldn't leave her pussy wanting.

"Fuck, Julie!" Jon moaned as his sister attacked his cock like never before.

"You like being in my mouth, don't you, little brother?" Julie asked with a devilish grin on her lips as her hand worked his pole. Her brown eyes glinted as she licked up the back of her brother's cock while she teased his head before inhaling his crown, sending his rod back into the warmth of her mouth.

"I do," Jon said, trying to keep his voice steady. Taking hold of the base of her ponytail. Julie didn't mind it when he did this; she actually encouraged him to do so. He noted the delight in Julie's eyes as he started to thrust his hips. Not hard, mind you, he would never violently facefuck her like he was sure his father had done, but enough to the point where she enjoyed it.

Jon quickly scrambled to shed his clothes for what was to come. As his shirt fell to the floor, his eyes zeroed in on his sister's red puffy mound as she held her legs up as she tried to quickly undress herself.

"Jon!" Julie howled as Jon attacked her cunt without warning. "Fuck! Yes! Lick my pussy, eat it, little brother!" she growled as Jon licked up her labia with the flat of his tongue. "Mmmhmm," Julie hummed as she bit her lip while rocking her hips against his lips. Squealing in delight when Jon inserted two fingers into her channel. Her eyes rolled back into her skull as he sucked on her clit while his fingers plunged rapidly into her ever-wetting cunt. She could hear the fibers of her fitted sheet rasping as her nails dragged along it as her brother brought such bliss to her pussy and to her body. "Yeah, that's it; slap that cock against that pussy, Jon!" Julie demanded when Jon stood poised to ready to return his rod of man back to her altar of Venus. A moan rippled from the depths of her throat as Jon sent his steel pole into the depths of her heat.

Feeling his balls slapping against her ass as he held her legs which were still trapped due to her pants still lodged around her knees. At that moment, Julie simply didn't care. All she cared about at that point in time was how good her brother's cock felt inside her hot little peach. She didn't care that he was smaller, length-wise than their father was. The way he took her was night and day compared to her father. To him, his only concern was getting his own jollies, while Jon made sure she got hers before his own.

Once Jon had freed her legs from her jeans. Julie wasted no time in wrapping them around him. Stripping off her shirt, she was not about to deny her brother the pleasure of fondling her breasts while he took her to his heart's content.

"Yes, Jon, that's it, suck on my breasts all you want," Julie whispered in a loving tone as his hips pumped his cock to the depths of her core. Seeking out that switch that would ignite her meltdown. She would never deny that she loved cumming on his cock, just like she knew he loved shooting his load into her womb. She knew she loved that feeling. Having his hot seed just filling it up to the brim. To how it would leak out of her cunt. To the way, it tasted on her tongue. Jon was the only man; well, given Jon was her only other sex partner she's ever had, it was understandable that she ever ate his cum either straight from his cock or scooping it out of her pussy. She never did that for her father. Another sign that she failed to notice at the time. Her mind was too caught up in the thrill of having sex for the first time in her life.

Hugging her brother hard to her body as she locked her legs around his waist. Keeping them joined as one as she came alongside him. Softly biting into Jon's right shoulder as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Listening to Jon's grunts as her folds squeezed his rod as her aftershocks raced throughout her body. Her kisses were light on his lips as they both lingered in each other's arms, recouping their strength.

"Thank you, Jon, that was just what I needed," Julie said, her cheeks heating as she pressed her naked thigh against his hip. Turning her head, her eyes fell on his ass as Jon left her room. Then her heart stopped as her phone rang, playing a tone she hadn't heard in over a month. "What do you want, Dad?" she asked, walking out nude from her room to find her mother. Only to find her looking intently at her from over the back of the couch.

"Now, Julie, that is no way to talk to your father," Patrick chided.

"It is when you're a lying sack of shit!" Julie hissed into her phone. "Every damn thing you said to me was a lie all so you could pop my cherry! You know I was waiting for the right person! But, oh, no! That wasn't good enough for you, so you had to make up some bullshit about Mom all so you could justify your sleeping around on her."

"You could have stopped at any time..."

"Bullshit! I tried, but you just kept on and on with your BS! A father doesn't do that to his own daughter! A man doesn't lie about his wife, so he can fuck around on her! How many bimbos have you been fucking, huh! Were you even our father?! How many times have you even talked to Jon? Zero! Yet, here you are trying to talk me into fucking you, well Dad, it's never going to fucking happen, you hear me?!"

"Fine! Go be a moody little bitch like your mother! There are other women out here better than the two of you." Cursing to himself, he had wanted to get her out of the house so he could at least have some pussy on the side. Looking at his phone when his daughter belted out in hysterics.

"Like you're some kind of exceptional lover!" Julie doubled over in laughter. "Please, you are nothing compared to the man I'm sleeping with now. Want to know something? I'll gladly drop to my knees and suck his dick because he knows it's a give and take, unlike you, you selfish prick! All you ever cared about is your own damn self. I have needs too, you know! Nah, that's never once entered your mind, has it? All you care about is getting that teeny-tiny dick wet."

"I am not small!"

"It might as well be given who it's attached to. He might not be as long as you are, but God! I've cummed more on his cock than I ever did with you! Yes, I faked it all!" Julie exclaimed, seeing her mother's widening smile as she continued her rant. "I can't believe how stupid these bitches are that just keep coming back. I kind of feel sorry for Mom; she had to be married to you! So why don't you just forget that you have a daughter like you've already forgotten you have a son and go fuck yourself!" Looking at her phone when the line went dead. "Fucking coward!" she hiss/spat at it.

"Honey, go put on some clothes and come snuggle with your mother," Nora said, a little proud of her daughter for not falling for Patrick's bullshit. Seeing Julie's eyes widen when those words left her lips. Watching her daughter's ass bounce when she raced back into her bedroom.

"I'm so..."

"Shh... it's okay, Julie, you got taken advantage of by a conman; you have nothing to be ashamed of," Nora cooed in a motherly voice as she held her daughter close to her. Kissing the top of Julie's head when she buried her face into her chest.

******



"Jon, I laid out your suit and shirt on the bed," Nora said from the doorway of the master bath, listening to her son showering.

"Okay." She heard his reply before he ducked his head beneath the stream of hot water.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"You aren't nervous, are you?" Nora asked shyly.

"What?! Whatever gave you that idea?" Jon asked, his voice echoing off the shower walls. "I'm more worried about whom I have to beat off for the rest of the night."

"Oh? And why do you think that?" Nora mused, knowing the answer to her question.

"Because you're fucking hot, and you know it!" Jon chuckled.

"True. I am, but you know they will never have me, right?" Nora purred, leaning against the doorframe, recounting how her son's body looked all nice and wet. Also reminiscing the times he had taken her in the shower.

"I know."

"Well, don't take too long in here; it's almost 7:15; we don't want to keep Maya and Jerome waiting."

"Just about done, Mom; I'll be out in just a minute," Jon said, hearing his mother moving out of the doorway.

Jon stopped in his tracks after exiting the bathroom as his eyes gazed at one of the most sexiest black dresses he's ever seen his mother in. It even topped the one she wore when she took him out on their first date.

"Jon, if all you're going to do is gawk at me, we'll be late," Nora teased as she inserted her left emerald earring into the hole in her ear. Not hiding her smile when she noted her son's eyes couldn't pull away from her alluring body.

"You know that dress should be illegal, right?" Jon uttered, stepping up to his mother's side, opening up the drawer that held his underwear and socks.

"You think so, huh?" Nora mused with a coy smile on her painted lips. Feeling her cheeks heat as Jon palmed her ass while he hummed: 'Mmmhmm.' "Pray tell, why do you think it needs to be illegal?"

"Because you're going to give every old man a raging hard-on to the point their hearts can't take it and burst in their chests!" Jon shot back, noting how his mother pressed her lips together to keep from bursting out in laughter, yet her eyes held her amusement in them.              

"At least they'll go out with a smile on their faces," Nora said, spraying her perfume along her neck and between her breasts.

"How do I look?" Jon asked as he buttoned the top button of his black suit jacket with two minutes to spare.

"Like a man worthy of being my date for the evening, come," looping her arm around Jon's left, "Maya will be here soon; we shouldn't keep them waiting," Nora purred in a sinful tone. "Julie, don't stay up too late," she said as she and Jon walked past her towards the stairs.

"Jon, you best dress that nice for me next Friday. I'll make sure you have easy access to my pussy," Julie cooed, winking at her brother.

"That's a very good idea, Julie," Nora admitted, stopping in her tracks. Hiking up the hem of her dress and pulling down the panties she had donned. "Julie toss these onto our bed, will you?" she asked, holding her underwear out to her daughter.

"Sure, Mom," Julie replied with a nod, feeling how fine they were as her fingers took hold of them.

"Now you can touch me all night long," Nora whispered heatedly into her son's ear.

"You two have fun!" Julie called out as the two of them disappeared into the stairwell.

"We will!"

"Hi! I was just about to ring the bell," Maya greeted when the back door that Nora and her family used to get to their living quarters when the shop was closed opened. Leaning in and kissing Nora on both of her cheeks as Nora mirrored her actions. "Have to say, you two are fucking hot!" she stated, to which her son nodded along.

"You two look just yummy," Nora said, praising the two of them. Her brown eyes ran down Maya's skin-tight red dress and Jerome's well-tailored black suit.

"Shall we?" Maya gestured to her car. "We don't want to miss our dinner reservation."

"Oh yes, let's!" Nora nodded vehemently, causing her dark brown hair to bounce against her chest. "Thank you, baby," she cooed when Jon held the rear driver's side door open for her. Lightly placing a kiss on his lips so as not to ruin her lipstick, seeing Jerome doing the same for Maya when he held out the front passenger door for his mother.

"Have the two of you visited the monuments or the Smithsonian yet?" Nora asked as they drove towards the restaurant. Giving Jerome directions when he neared a turn that would take them through a shortcut, shortening their drive time.

"No, not yet; we've been a bit too busy unpacking to sightsee," Maya answered, peering back at Nora from around her seat.

"Oh, then the two of you just have to let us take you," Nora exclaimed excitedly.

"We would like that, wouldn't we, baby?" Maya purred as she slid her hand into her son's lap as Jerome nodded.

"I take it you two have never been to the beach either?" Jon inquired, seeing his mother's smile widening when he asked that.

"If you're talking about the beach on the coast, no. Lakes, yeah, lots of times, but kind of impractical when you live in Kansas," Jerome spoke, peering at Jon in the rearview mirror.

"Jon, are you thinking about the house down at Virginia beach?" Nora uttered, squeezing her son's hand, silently thanking him for trying to be nice to her new friend.
"What's Virginia beach?" Maya spoke in a curious tone.

"Every summer since my babies were little, we would always head down for two weeks just to get away from the city. We have this house we rent when we do go. It's a little over three hours to get there, but it's worth the drive. And since this is Jon's graduating year, I was thinking of packing us up and just spending it down there to celebrate. You two are more than welcome to come along, although we might have to rent an SUV, given my daughter will be joining us."

"You have a daughter?" Jerome asked, his interest pegged.

"I do," Nora nodded.

"What do you think, Jerome, want to spend two weeks at the beach with our new friends?" Maya asked, looking at her son as they sat at a red light.

"Yeah, always wanted to know what the ocean felt like," Jerome said with a nod.

"Just watch out for the sand fleas," Jon teased, causing his mother to playfully smack his arm.

"Don't listen to him; Jon's just teasing." Leaning forward and pointing at the glowing sign that foretold they were nearing their destination.

"Rivera, party of four," Nora spoke when they entered the restaurant and stood before the hostess. "My maiden name," she supplied when she saw the confused look on Maya's face.

"So you're going back to it?" Maya asked as the hostess led them towards their table.

"Once the divorce is finalized," Nora nodded.

"He wasn't abusive, I hope," Jerome spoke; he never liked those types of men who beat on their spouses. He wasn't denying that it was only the men who abused their spouses. Still, they were the majority of the abuse claims he had seen at the law firm he interned at before making the move to D.C.

"No, nothing like that, he knew I would kick his ass if he tried to lay a hand on me," glancing over when she chuckled, "Patrick was just a cheating bastard," Nora stated in a harsh tone.

"Well, we all can't claim to be smart." Nora couldn't help it. She just laughed at Jerome's reply.

"Yeah, I think he learned that lesson when you knocked him out that one time," Jon said, holding out his mother's chair for her. "You should have seen it; he went down with one punch!" he spoke in a proud tone as he laid a hand on his mother's shoulder. Who reached up and covered his with her own.

"I have a black belt; he should've remembered that," Nora mused when Maya and Jerome looked at her for clarification. "Got mugged one day, beaten pretty badly too, so I learned how to defend myself after I healed up. I wasn't going to be anyone's victim," she said sternly.

"Good for you," Maya replied with a firm nod.

"Maybe you can teach me a few things," Jerome smiled at Nora, "have to keep the dogs from sniffing around," he uttered, nodding towards his mother.

"Jerome! Stop! You're embarrassing me," Maya intoned in a bashful manner.              

"Oh, I'm right there with you," Jon nodded to Jerome, who sat across from him at their table. "I swear she's going to give someone a heart attack one of these days looking all fine as she is."

"Jon!" Nora gasped, her face instantly burned red hot.

"What, you are! You can't deny how sexy you look in that dress, can you?" Jon spoke in a sinful tone with an equally sinful smile on his lips.

"So, what's good here?" Maya asked, not hiding her smirk as she perused the items on the menu in her hands.

"The tortellini is really good here; the pasta e fagioli, caponata, cacio e pepe, and the carbonara is quite nice," Nora stated, listing off the items she has had whenever they came to the restaurant. Seeing Jerome smacking his lips when she listed off the items.

"What about wine?" Maya asked, peering over her menu.

"Chianti would make a nice pairing with our dinner," Nora answered, knowing it would just be her and Maya drinking it.

"Are we all ready to order?" asked their polite waiter as he sat down a basket lined with fresh hot breadsticks onto the middle of the table. Nora looked around, seeing their nods that they were.

"I'll have the tortellini; he'll have the lasagna," Nora stated, reaching over and taking hold of Jon's hand. It was what Jon normally ordered from the restaurant.

"I'll have..." Pursing her lips together, unable to decide between the caponata and the pasta e fagioli, "I'll try the caponata," Maya said, seeing the man no older than her son quickly writing down their order.

"And I'll try the arancini dish," Jerome said, looking at their waiter making sure he pronounced it correctly.

"And what can I get you all to drink?"

"My friend and I will have a glass of Chianti and ice tea to go with it," Nora said, looking to Maya to ensure that was alright with her.

"Coke will be fine for me," Jon spoke, handing his mother his menu. Jon didn't like Coke, but they didn't have Dr. Pepper, so he was stuck with Coke.

"I'll have the same," Jerome stated, handing his and his mother's menus to the man. He was the designated driver for the night. Even if he could drink, he wouldn't. He wasn't about to endanger his mother's life.

When their meals arrived, their voices filled the air around the table as each got to know one another better. Two glasses of wine in Maya and Nora's conversation grew a tad more risqué as they mused on where the most public of places they had their lovers ravage them at.

"Really?! Those are still around!" Maya exclaimed when Nora told her about the time she took her son at the drive-in.

"Oh yes, a friend of mine renovated it and got all the speakers and everything else back into working order. You should go sometime; it's a whole lot better than going to the theater and cheaper too," Nora said, seeing her son blushing as she brought her wine glass to her lips.

"We just might," Maya agreed. "Wouldn't that be fun, Jerome?"

"That's where you sit in your cars and watch the movie, right?" Jerome asked; he's only heard of them spoken by those that were reminiscing the past. He's never actually been to one.

"Mmmhmm," Maya hummed, running her foot up her son's leg. "Just think of what we could do in the privacy of our car," she purred into her glass.

"They show new movies, right?" Jerome asked, his head snapping over to Nora.

"He does," Nora nodded. "I'll text you the address," she spoke, peering at Maya, who voiced her thanks. "Just sometimes it's packed, so you might have to come back another night."

"Understandable, I bet there are a lot of people wanting to make use of it, other than watching a movie," Maya said in a sly tone.

"I would imagine."

With their dinner and dessert over, their check was paid for by Nora. The two happy couples strolled out of the restaurant, locked arm in arm with their respective lovers. Nora rested her head on Jon's shoulder, while her right hand never left the inside of Jon's left thigh as she gave Jerome the directions to the dance club. With a little wrangling, she was able to get Jerome and Jon into it. The sound of the music encased them as the door to the club closed behind them.

"Oh, my god! This has been the most fun I've had in years!" Maya exclaimed when Jerome pulled behind Nora's shop. "Thank you so much for coming out with us!"

"You're welcome; I haven't had this much fun in a long time," Nora said, sensuously squeezing her son's leg. Her mind flashed back to the club. Recounting how she tried not to squirm as Jon had his fingers deep inside of her pussy as he played with her beneath the table. Remembering how her eyes flared when Jon sucked his fingers clean after she came on them without Maya or Jerome noticing that she had. If they did, they were keeping silent about it. Reminiscing how she had dragged him off to the dark corridor that led to the bathrooms and pulled her dress up and presented her ass to her son. Who didn't waste a second in taking her right then and there. That was the most riskiest and daring she has ever been with anyone. "I know it's eleven o'clock, but would the two of you like to come up and have a cup of coffee before the two of you head home?"

"We'd love to Nora," Maya said once she saw Jerome's nod.

"Excellent, you two can meet Julie while you're here; I'm sure she's still awake," Nora stated, grabbing her purse and sliding out of the back seat.

"What's in there?" Jerome asked, peering into the dark interior of Nora's shop.

"That's her shop honey, they live above it," Maya said as Nora locked the door behind them.

"Do you do a lot of business?" Jerome asked, trying not to let his eyes fall on Nora's ass; nevertheless, it was a herculean task to do as she led them up the stairs.

"Most of my business is done through auctions and online sales. Walk-ins only account for ten percent of my monthly earnings," Nora stated factually.

"I bet you find some really great things out there," Maya said, hearing someone running across the floor above them.

"Oh, like you wouldn't imagine!" Nora said, smiling back at them from over her shoulder. "You should have seen all the Victorian items that were at the last estate sale I was at. They were so stunning!"

"I might have to join you on one of them; it never hurts to beautify your home," Maya said, feeling Jerome's eye roll.

"I have one I'm going to next month, and seeing how it's during the weekday, and Jon can't join me on it, you're more than welcome to join me," Nora said, stepping onto the second floor. "Julie, come meet mine and Jon's new friends," she spoke as Julie exited her bedroom. "Jon, go put this in our room for me, will you?" Nora said, holding out her purse to her son. Noting how Julie ran her eyes down her brother's body seeing the little swagger in Jon's step. "Julie," her hand ran along her daughter's shoulder when Julie drew close, "I like you to meet Maya and Jerome." Introducing Julie to her new friends who Nora hoped would become lifelong friends.

"You look so much like your mother," Maya beamed, seeing the girl blushing from her praise.

"T-thank you," Julie stammered as she lightly shook Maya's offered hand. Feeling very self-conscious at that moment when Jerome actually looked at her, really looked at her and not through her like most of the men she had had encounters with when she was with her mother.

"There's no need to be shy Julie, they are very nice people, who are like us," Nora whispered, causing Julie to turn her gaze towards her.

"I have to wonder how your brother," Jerome kept his smirk hidden at Julie's surprised eyes, "can keep up with the two of you, with this one here its all I can do to keep her appetite satisfied," he said in a friendly manner to relieve some of the tension he felt in her handshake.

"It's a challenge, I tell you," Jon spoke from behind Julie, causing her to jump when he palmed her ass.

"Jon?! Not in front of..." Julie hissed in embarrassment.

"There's no need to be shy, Julie. Jerome and I are quite pleased that we don't have to hide our relationship from you all like you don't have to hide yours from us," Maya said in a sweet voice as she smiled at her.

"Oh? Then you and he are...?"

"Mmmhmm," Maya nodded. "Jerome is my son," she stated, pulling her son into her.

"Good, then I can do this!" Julie said, turning to her brother, her hands taking hold of his face and planting a very hot, steamy kiss on Jon's lips.

"Oh, my," Maya muttered as she watched how the tip of Julie's tongue teased Jon's upper lip as she pulled away.

"I needed that," Julia sighed.

"So, Julie, do you go to college?" Maya asked when they all sat at Nora's kitchen table with Jerome beside her. Noting how Jon was sandwiched between Julie and Nora on the other side of the table.

"I do," Julie nodded.

"And where do you go?" Jerome asked, wondering if it was the college he was going to transfer into.

"McDaniel College," Julie said truthfully.

"Honey, isn't that the one we looked at?" Maya asked, looking over at her son.

"Are you thinking of applying?" Julie asked curiously.

"Depending on if they let me transfer my credits I've obtained from my former college before we moved here," Jerome nodded. "Is the school a good one?"

"I think so, but you know how college is; at least you won't have to stay in the dorms," Julie said with a coy smile.

"True, and me cramped up with seven other people all sharing the same bathroom," Jerome shivered at the thought, "no, thank you."

"I know, been in a few of my friend's dorm rooms. I kind of feel sorry for the cleaning crew that cleans them. You wouldn't imagine how disgusting some of those rooms are; don't even get me started on the bathrooms. I had to walk out of one of my male friend's room one time just to keep my lunch down. I don't think the janitors get paid enough to deal with that mess," Julie said, feeling her bile rising. "I mean, how can you pee on a wall when the toilets are right in front of you?! Don't get me started on what they leave stuck to the toilet bowl. It's like they lose all sense and become animals the moment they're out from beneath their parent's noses."

"I know, it was like that at my old college," Jerome nodded along.

"Remind me not to get a dorm room," Jon said, looking at his mother.

"Oh, don't you worry, baby, you already know where your bed is," Nora said, her eyes pointing towards their bedroom.

"What's your major, by the way?" Jerome asked before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Biomedical science and a minor in chemistry," Julie stated, wondering if Jon was going to go to her college or not.

"Oh, that sounds interesting," Maya mused.

"It is, but it's hard work, but I enjoy it," Julie said, leaning back in her chair.

"What about you, Jon? Have you thought about what you're going to do after high school?" Maya asked, peering at him.

"Journalism." Was the only word Jon spoke.

"Oh?! Do you have any experience in it?" Maya asked in a curious tone.

"Jon's been on his school's newspaper for the past three years," Nora stated proudly.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, hopefully, I can get off the beat I'm on at the moment, don't think writing smut articles are going to get me into college," Jon said, seeing his mother getting up from her seat. "Mom?"

"What? You wrote it about me, and I've been dying to show it off," Nora said, handing Maya the printout she had printed off his school's newspaper page.

"Oh, my word!" Maya gasped, pressing her fingers against her lips as she read what he had written. She felt her body responding to the sensuous words that lined the paper in her hand. "That was very good. Did you mean everything you wrote?"

"Of course, a reporter should always be truthful when reporting on his or her assignment," Jon nodded sternly. "To lie to the reader is disingenuous and erodes the trust of the paper that they come to rely on to get their news from."

"Well, I think some of today's news hosts should take that advice to heart," Maya said with a genuine warm smile.

"Yeah, they have given real reporters a bad name," Jon agreed, rubbing the back of his head. "A few of them I used to look up to," he sighed.

"Well, you know what not to do, learn from their mistakes and be a better reporter than they ever were," Maya said in encouragement. "Well, it's getting late; we should be heading home," she stated, noting the time. "Thank you for the coffee Nora, and the conversation," Maya uttered, smiling at Jon and Julie.

"You two are always welcome to pop in anytime; let me walk you down," Nora said, getting up from her seat. "You two be safe going home, and no funny business in the car," she teased, winking at Jerome.

"Like you and Jon in the club," Maya shot back.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that accusation," Nora stated with an upturned nose, getting a chuckle out of her new friend.

"And here I thought I was the wild one," Maya mused.

"Oh, the fun is just beginning," Nora replied with a coy smirk.

"Well, now, I do believe you, and I are going to be best of friends!" Maya spoke as she hugged Nora goodbye.

******



Four hours earlier...

Patrick was walking out of the hotel he had been staying at only to be sucker-punched in the jaw. He didn't have time to get his hands up when three others joined in. Crying out in pain as he felt his nose breaking. Blood flew through the air as his teeth went flying as his assailants pummeled him to the ground. He felt his eyes swelling up, causing him not to be able to take in his attacker's appearances as their feet stomped and kicked every part of his exposed body. Then as suddenly as the assault started, it stopped all together. Only to have someone taking tufts of his hair in their hand and jerking his bloody and bruised face towards their direction.

"Did you think we wouldn't find you; you piece of shit!" the mysterious man growled. "Did you think you were scot-free? That you could just fuck whomever you wanted and get away with it?"

"What they were sluts, not my fault you couldn't give them what they wanted," Patrick mumbled before howling in sheer pain as someone kicked him hard in his family jewels.

"Now I wonder how you get it up again when you have no balls."

However, the sounds of the police sirens saved Patrick from losing what he valued most. His nuts! Moreover, his attacker wasn't done yet.

"This is only the beginning; we will find you again, don't you worry, then you'll only be good as a little sissy bitch. Who we will pass around to all our gay friends. I'm sure you'll learn how to suck a dick and fucking love it! Come on, let's get out of here before the police finally arrive," the ringleader said to his cohorts. All Patrick could remember was the sounds of footsteps running away as he blacked out.

******



"Nora... is that you?" Patrick asked, peering through his swollen, blurry eyes.

"Seems you got what you deserved." Nora's venom was clear as day. "I only came for the kids' sake; you know the ones you've abandoned so you could screw the whole city!"

"Nora, please, I'm hurting here?!" Patrick whined.

"I don't give a shit, you two-timing bastard. Personally, you would do the world a favor if you just dropped dead. The world has enough shit to deal with without yours piling onto it! Now that I can honestly tell the kids you'll be fine, I can leave you in your filth. I hope fucking those whores behind my back was fucking worth it. Oh. Before I leave, you might want to run to another state or, better yet, another country! Because I seriously doubt those were the last people who want a piece of your hide. You better have my money before you skip town, or I will hunt you down till your dying days and bring along every man you have wronged with me."

Patrick sighed as his hospital room door slammed shut behind Nora, wincing as his ribs throbbed like mad when he did. Wondering if she was right. He did cross a great deal of men. Some of them had seats in Congress. He didn't need them using the force of the government to destroy his life. What man could blame him for taking what those women willingly gave him? Turning his head when the door opened again, thinking Nora had come back. Sadness flooded his mind when the detective that was in charge of his case announced himself. Giving the man the best recollection of the events of the night before that he could. Nodding to the man when he told him he would keep in touch with him about the progress of the case. However, nothing would ever come of it, given how his attackers were wearing masks and gloves that they could see in the surveillance video that the hotel had captured. Carefully reaching over for his cell phone, scrolling down his list of contacts, and calling his broker handling the liquidation of his assets. Patrick didn't need the courts on his back. He already had enough to deal with. Nodding when his broker told him everything would be done by Wednesday. Directing his broker to just mail the check to Nora. He didn't need another beating.
Once that was done calling the HR department, he knew someone was always there on a Saturday. Recounting how he sometimes went in to prowl for some sex-starved woman who spent too much time behind her desk than on her back. Blowing out a breath when they didn't have anything in the States yet, they did have a position open at their London branch. Smiling devilishly, knowing all the women that would give him access to and when he was off, he could travel to France and shag all those lustful French dames. Laughing in his mind when he was told that the company would pay to move his belongings, which were few, yet it would take a week to get the paperwork ready for his transfer and everything else in-between. Which was fine to him; he wasn't going to be staying in the city anyway, not after last night. That just showed him it was too dangerous for him to be there. So once he was discharged, he was going to check out of his room and head to his sister's place down in Chesapeake until it was time for him to flee the States.

Patrick would never marry again. He spent his remaining days as a bachelor. Which added up to the year of his fiftieth birthday, when a very angry husband found him in bed with his wife. Patrick was buried alone with no one to claim his body. His sister had died the following year of cervical cancer, and his children were written out of his life when Nora kicked him out of the house. With no one to claim Patrick's belongings, everything he had accumulated during his years in London was held by the local government and auctioned off after two years when no one took possession of the items Patrick left behind.

What happened to Nora, Jon, and Julie, you ask? Jon did graduate, and Maya and Jerome did join them on their trip to the beach after the ceremony. Jon did get accepted into McDaniel. He spent many a late night in his sister's room studying, using her naked body as flashcards. Not that Julie minded far from it. It was her idea, after all. Julie graduated in the top ten percent of her class the following two years after Jon started there. She was offered a job with a biotech firm in the city, which she took all so she wouldn't have to move away from home. Jon became valedictorian of his graduating class, where Nora could be seen clapping like mad once Jon gave his speech. Jon accepted a job with The Washington Times yet not as a foreign correspondent like he had once dreamed of. No. Jon had to remain close to home after all. It was three months after Patrick fled the country that Nora had gotten her wish. Nora never once took another man to her bed. Her son was all she needed. However, that wasn't all her son came to be in her life, other than the father of their child. No. With Maya and Jerome as witnesses, Nora had flown them all to this small island nation where they legalized incestuous marriages. On that sandy beach, the waves of the Pacific rolling in, the sounds of the shorebirds were their choirs as Jon, with Nora at his right and Julie at his left married. The five of them remain very close friends to this day.

The End.