"Anyone here?" I gazed around the dimly lit store. Everywhere I looked, the shelves were overstuffed with dusty knickknacks and worthless miscellanea. I squinted into the shadows at the other end of the room. Motes hovered in the air around me, glistening with spooky iridescence. "Hello?" When no one answered, I mumbled to myself, "What am I doing here?"
"You, my friend, are finding what you've been searching for," a wizened voice said from somewhere nearby. I spun around when I heard the voice right behind me. "I haven't been searching -"
"You're looking for an answer to the Ava Roslin conundrum, are you not?" The voice belonged to a little old man dressed in fantastical theater attire, like a wizard in a school play. "You're looking to crack that little puzzle. She isn't going to fall for flowers or a box of chocolate. You already know that. She only has eyes for Gavin Carver."
"How do you know so much about -" He cut me off again.
"You can have something
that Gavin does not." He
held out a closed fist.
"Gavin has everything," I said bitterly.
"Not the Missus Ring." He opened his palm. I regarded a polished silver ring set with a dark black stone. Tiny red veins meandered across the mineral. I moved to pluck it from his hand, but he was quick for an old man. "Not so fast. You don't even know what it does."
"I just want to see it. I'm not buying it." What was I even doing here? "Maybe I should go."
"This ring will make the
wearer your missus." The
old man cocked his head at
me.
"My what now?" It was

clear the old man was off his rocker. I moved to walk around him so I could escape the store, but he deftly moved in front of me.
"I think you and Ava should be together. Just put the ring on her finger. When she takes it off, the spell will end." He frowned at me. "Since this is a charitable case, I'll give it to you for twenty dollars." He opened his fist and let me see the ring again. It was a pretty piece of costume jewelry. At that price, it was probably plastic.


"No, thanks. I just want to go." I made another move for the door, and he headed me off again. "Okay, ten dollars." He shoved the ring at me. "But at that price, I won't give you my usual disclaimer." "I don't think I have any cash." I reached into my pocket and fished around, just in case. My hand came out with a crisp ten-dollar bill. "It's your lucky day." I handed him the money just to get rid of him, but he wouldn't move until I took the ring. I stuffed it in my pocket and moved past him.
Just as I opened the door, he said, "Have a nice day!" Followed by uproarious laughter.
When I got home, I dropped my backpack in the hall and dropped the ring and my keys onto the console table. "I'm home, Mom," I yelled at the house and rushed up to my room. Some days I just had to fap. I wasn't ten minutes into my session when there was a knock on the door. I stuffed my dick away and pulled on a big sweatshirt to conceal the tent in my pants. I opened my door.
"Evan, dear, you're eighteen now. It's time you stopped dropping your things all over the house." My mom handed me my backpack.
"Sorry, Mom." I took it from her.
"And what's this?" She held up the ring.

"Oh, that? It's
nothing." I didn't
know what to say. Once you held it, you
could tell the ring
wasn't some cheap
thing. It was metal and
stone. I didn't know
what that old man's
deal was. I said the
first thing that came to mind, "I was going to surprise you. I thought you'd like it."
A wide smile curved
across my mother's pretty face. "For me? Thanks, sugar." I watched her try the
ring on different fingers. It fit on her
ring finger, she settled
it just above her
wedding ring.
"Um... Mom?" I coughed, trying to get her attention. "Do you like it?"

She blinked her eyes several times and gave me a quizzical look. "Oh, Evan, dear. I didn't see you there." She leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I was speechless. My mom never kissed me on the lips. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "we so rarely have the house to ourselves, darling. What if we got up to some mischief like we used to? Remember that thing I did for you in Tahoe?" "Um... Mom... we're always home together after school. And we've never gone to Tahoe."
She leaned her head back and laughed like I'd made a magnificent joke. She ran her fingers through her hair and continued to giggle. She looked quite stunning. I wasn't used to seeing her like that. "Come quick, darling. I know you need some time to get the old engine running. Tempus fugit, carpe diem, et cetera." She grabbed my hand and pulled me to her room. Her laughter echoed off the walls. When we arrived in my parents' room, she pulled off my sweatshirt and pushed me onto her bed.
I was quite
confused. "What ... um... what
...?"
"Remember when
I used to dance for
you?" She pulled up the hem of her
dress, and rocked her hips back and forth slowly. "You loved it."
"I did?" My eyes went wide in
bewilderment. All
I could do was stare as she slowly
lifted off the dress and stood before me in her bra and panties. I was still hard from my interrupted fap
session. It was so
stiff it hurt.
"You're hard
already. I've still
got it, eh?" She
had a twinkle in
her eye as she dropped to her knees and pulled my pants down without even unbuttoning them. She then nearly ripped off my underwear. "Oh, my. Your wife really has you in a tizzy. This is the biggest I've ever seen you."


...
"My. wife?" It clicked in my brain. The Missus Ring the old man had called it. My mom thought she was my wife. And she was very horny. I looked at the rings on her finger. The red veins in her newest stone glowed faintly. "Listen, Mom. I'm not your husband. You have to take off that... ooooohhhhhhh." I lost my train of thought when she wrapped both hands around my dick and started pumping.
"Oh, I love when we role-play." She giggled. "Remember that time when you were an apple thief and I was
the cider frau?" Her handjob skills were excellent. My head fell back on the blanket. I sighed. I could see how the Missus Ring would have helped me with Ava.
"Want me to do that thing you like with my tongue, darling?" I felt her mouth envelop the head of: my dick.


"Yeah... ugh... sure... Mom." I groaned as her tongue swirled around the head.
After a few minutes, she lifted her mouth off me with an audible pop. "You're so naughty calling me 'Mom.""
She giggled as she stroked me. "You know what they say, all boys want their mommies."
"It... ugh... depends on ... the mommy
...
I think."
"I suppose it does." She suddenly stood, straddled me, and grabbed my dick. "You've got me so hot. Let's do
this." With her free hand, she pulled her panties to the side.
"Wait... Mom... maybe we should ... aaaaahhhhhhh." The tension in my body instantly released. Her pussy was indeed hot ... and tight and wet. I looked up at her fluttering eyelids.


"You keep calling..
me Mom
ugh silly." Her voice was
faint and raspy. "If we're going to play this game, maybe should... take off my
ring. I'm not...
uh
I
uh ...
your wife. I'm
your... ugh...
mommy... right? So
.." Her hips
undulated. Her smile
was lopsided. It took
me a second to realize
she was pulling off her wedding rings
old and new. I didn't
have time to stop her. The second the ring came off, she went rigid and froze. She stared down at me with wide eyes. "What are we ...?"
She blinked
and
locked eyes with me.
"Evan? Are we ...?"
She looked down at
her body straddling mine. She wiggled just a little to test our connection. When she had determined that I was
indeed inside her, she screamed so loudly my ears rang.
"I... I... I... can explain, Mom." I don't usually stutter, but my mind was tangled. The second she jumped off
me, I covered my junk and scooted backward on the bed. "I ..."
My mother stood next to the bed, clearly trying to sort through her memories. "I don't know what came over
me, Evan. I must have gone crazy. I am going crazy." She wandered over to the dresser and dropped the rings
in a little jewelry box. "Did we really just do that?"
"It was the ring. I didn't mean -"
"We'll talk about this later, Evan." Her voice was suddenly cool. It was the voice she used when I was in
trouble. "Please go to your room."
Still covering myself, I got off the bed and raced out of the room. I didn't even bother to pick up my underwear and pants. I was completely nonplussed. I had liked it. And she had liked it... when she was my wife. I had seen a completely novel side of my mother. It was like a glimpse of heaven. I desperately wanted to see it again, but I was certain I never would. I closed the door to my room, got dressed, and waited for her to
come talk. I needed to explain to her what had happened.



Every second that I waited for my mom to confront me about what happened was torture. My stomach knotted itself as I thought about what she'd say. Would she have me committed to an institution? Would she lock herself away? Would she tell my father? There were no good scenarios. Why had I been so weak? I could have simply pushed her away, or forcibly removed the ring. My urges had clearly gotten the better of me. My freak-out was so bad that I barely thought about how I'd been blue-balled. First my fap was interrupted, then she'd pulled off me right in the middle of ... what we were doing. But I was in no mood to finish things myself. Anxiety is no aphrodisiac. I tried to be patient and waited in my room for the hammer to fall.
Around dinner time, my patience finally expired. Better she kill me sooner and get it over with than die a thousand deaths in my mind. I exited my room and quietly walked downstairs. My parents were talking in the living room. I crept down the hall and listened from out of sight.
"You won't answer my question. I'm not going to ground him without a good reason." My dad sounded
angry.
"What did Evan do? Was it drugs? Did he curse you out? Is this about a girl?" My father paused. "So, it's a girl then. Did he get her pregnant?"
"I... I... can't tell you." My mom's voice was so faint I had to strain to hear her.
"Fine...
you handle it then." I could hear my dad moving, so I retreated down the hall. "I'm going down to the basement to watch the game. If you need help, you know where to find me."
I rushed back upstairs. I was about to discover my fate.
When my mom softly
knocked on the door, I opened it almost
immediately. She didn't
meet my eyes. She looked calm, but her
fists were clenched. "Hi,
Mom. About before, it
was the ring that made
us... do that stuff. If we
throw it away, we won't ever have to -"
"I'm going to do the talking, Evan." She stepped into my room, and I closed the door behind her. "You're an adult now. This is a time when things can get confusing between a mother and son."


I waited patiently as she spent more than fifteen minutes piling one platitude on top of another. Clearly, she wasn't prepared for the we accidentally had sex speech. I can't imagine they cover that in parenting books. When she finally ran out of steam, I raised my hand like I was hoping she'd call on me.
When she was silent, my words spilled out. "It was the ring, Mom. I got it from a creepy wizard guy. I can take you to his store, and he can tell you himself." I watched her hold out her left fist and open her palm upward. The Missus Ring gleamed in the light.
I noticed she hadn't put her wedding ring back on.
"As you can see, it wasn't the ring. We just had a moment of confusion and ..." She slipped the Missus Stone onto her ring finger and flexed her hand. "Oh my, darling. What happened? We were making love and then ... poof." She looked around my room, amazed. "Here we are." She stepped close to me and kissed my neck, trailing her tongue up to my earlobe. She sucked on it. I shuddered. "Let's finish what we started."
"I...
told I you." I felt her hand slip into my pants. Why was she such a horny wife? Is this how she was with my dad? While I was deer-in-the-headlightsing, my blue balls were ready for her. "You need to take the ring off before we ..."
"Shh." She started pumping my cock in the confined space my pants offered.
"Dad is... in the basement," I said weakly.
"I haven't heard you use that euphemism before," she purred in my ear. "Dad is certainly ready for me, isn't he? Let's free him from the basement." My mother pulled my pants and underwear down. "Marvelous." She clapped her hands when my cock came into view.
The Wicked
Tower
"I'm not your husband, I'm your
mmmmmmpppphhhhhh." I was cut off when she pressed her lips against mine. Her tongue playfully explored my mouth. I let her. She pumped me with her left hand while we kissed. I
could feel heat where the Missus
Ring pressed into my flesh.
It seemed like we made out for an eternity. Eventually, she broke the kiss and gave me a glistening smile. "I am so ready for you, darling. You make me so wet." She laughed. "I'm such a bad wife. Or maybe I'm a good wife. Who knows?" She shrugged, turned around, lifted her dress, and dropped her panties. "This is your favorite, right?" She wiggled her hips. "Hurry up." She leaned forward and placed her hands on my dresser.


I stood staring at her backside. I could see her pussy lips puffing out. She wasn't kidding, she was soaking. "What's wrong?" She looked back at me with her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you worried about waking the kids? I've got a solution." She stepped out of her panties, picked them up, and put them in her mouth.
I wanted to tell her that I was her eighteen-year-old son. My sister was off at college. There were no other kids. But I bit my tongue.
"Nowff I won'ff maff too muff noiff." Her voice was muffled by her underwear. She put her hands on the dresser again and turned her face forward.
"I can't help it." I was so, so weak. The way her waist flared out to her hips and rounded out with the curve of her ass was too much. I stepped up behind her and tried to find her hole.
"Whoaff therff biff guyff." She giggled. I could barely understand her through her frilly gag. "Diff youff forgeff wherff iff goeff?" She reached under her and guided my dick inside her. Just like before, she was perfectly tight, wet, and warm. My hips had a mind of their own and started bucking. I held on to her hips and let my body do what it wanted. Clearly, it wanted to smash my mother.
"Oooohhhhhhhhffffffff ... darliffffff." Her knuckles turned white on the dresser as she braced herself. "You'rffff reallyfff... intfff ifff... tonighfffff." She looked at me over her shoulder with deep adoration, her panties hanging from her teeth. She spit them out. "You're deeper... than ... usual... ohhhhh... it feels... ugh... ugh... ugh... goooooooood." Her eyes rolled back, and she came, her head bouncing with each impact.


I wish I could say that I had the stamina of a Greek god, but her orgasm was too beautiful, her pussy was too tight, and I was dealing with a bad case of blue balls. "Oooohhhhhh... Mom... I'm ... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." She may ha been trying to be quiet, but I let out a long, animalistic roar as I filled
her.
"Oooooohhhhhhhhh." My mother stood up straighter and wiggled her hips as I came. She reached back and caressed my hair. "Yes I love it when... you finish." We stood like that for a while, both facing my dresser, her hips gently swaying as I shuddered through aftershocks.
?


"You're perfect." I breathed in the floral scent of her sensible shampoo. My hips started bucking again. I was still hard and ready for more.
"Again?" She laughed in delight. "It's been fifteen years since we've done it twice in one day." She lowered herself slowly to the floor, I went with her so that she wouldn't dislodge me.
Soon, she was on her hands and knees, and I was watching her wide ass ripple and shake. I pushed her dress up farther, so I could see the curve of her back. As I hit a rhythm, I thought about what I'd just done. I'd cum in my own mother. There was no way to stop the train of lust that had left the station, but I wanted some reassurance. "Is it a good ... time of month ... for this? I mean... can you get... pregnant?"

The
Wicked
Tower

"Why do
think.
you uh... uh ... uh ... care? You're... snipped." She sounded like she was having to work hard to
...
"Never mind." I wasn't going to explain it to her. The ring had her in its power. But I wouldn't cum in her
again.
A half hour later, fireworks exploded before my eyes. I could hear her whining through another climax. I slammed forward and planted another load deep inside her, holding her hips steady to get maximum penetration. The high moaning that came out of her sounded otherworldly. After our orgasms passed, we collapsed on the floor side by side. I took her left hand and kissed it gently, gazing at the faintly glowing red
veins in the stone.
"I don't know if ... you're on Viagra... or it's meditation ... or what... but don't stop." She smiled lazily at
me. "I could... get used to this."
"Me... too." I was hooked. There was no throwing the ring away now. But I had no idea how she'd react
when she took it off. As I tried to plan it out, there was a knock on the door.
"Everything alright in there?" My dad was on the other side of the door. My whole body stiffened. Had I
locked it?
"Who's that?" my mom whispered. She looked as worried as I felt.
I didn't know what to say. I couldn't move. I opened my mouth and only thing that came out was, "Oh, shit."

OLD
THIS


"Amy?" my dad said through the door.
"Who's Amy?" my mom whispered to me, her eyes were wide. "What's going on, dear?"
"Um... just a minute, Dad." I stood up and dressed frantically.
"Your father... is dead." My mom's eyes widened.
"Is your mother in there with you?" My dad tried the knob and it rattled. Thank God, we'd locked it.
"This is too complicated." I bent down and grabbed her left hand.
"What are you doing?" My mother looked up at me in distress. She was only wearing her bra, and I could see my cum leaking out of her pussy.

A

"I'm saying goodbye to my wife." I pulled the ring from her finger. "And hello to my mom. Time to face the music." I shoved the ring into my pocket and turned for the door.
"Evan?" She looked around the room bewildered. "Oh, no. We did it... again." She saw I meant to come clean to Dad, and she scrambled to her feet. "Wait... wait..." she hissed. "He'll kill you." Frantically, she picked up her clothes that were strewn about the room and stuffed them into her arms. "I'll hide. You have to lie to him. Tell him I grounded you and left." She spoke just loud enough for me to hear. Her eyes pleaded with me to listen.
"Oh... okay." I had expected her to be furious with me. Honestly, I thought they were both going to kill me. But she seemed more worried than anything else. I watched her heart-shaped butt disappear into my closet, the door closing after her. When she was gone, I unlocked and opened the door. "Sorry, Dad. I was just having some private time. Mom grounded me, so I was just ... making the best of it."
My dad looked puzzled. He breathed in and clearly caught a scent. Recognition settled on his face. I knew immediately he could smell the sex. I breathed in. I could clearly detect scents of my
mom's arousal and my cum. "Did your mother say why she grounded
you?"
"I got caught cheating." I
glanced toward the
closet.
"Ah, the trick is to
not get caught." He
winked at me.
"Was it math?"
"No." I shook my
head.
"Well, whatever it was. I hope your
mother didn't give it to you too hard." He breathed in again. "Grounded, huh? I know how you were passing the time."
"You do?"

"Sure, I was eighteen once." He nodded, radiating all the wisdom of Solomon. In his mind, at least. "But you can't spend all your time looking at dirty pictures. Read a book or something." He shrugged. "See you later." He left and closed the door behind him.
I stood, dumbfounded. At no time did I think I was going to get away with it.


The closet door opened and my mom poked her head out. "You got away with it." She reached a hand out of the closet and wagged a finger at me. "This is a onetime thing. You shouldn't lie to your father." She stepped out of the closet and started dressing.
I stared at her.
"Well, don't stand there gaping at me. Lock the door." She shooed me with her hand.
I locked the door and watched her dress. Watching her pull her panties up her long legs was almost as mesmerizing as watching her pull them down. I put my hand in my pocket. The ring had confused my mother, but it had corrupted me. Before the ring, I hadn't considered how hot my mom was. Now... I craved her. I deserved to be punished, but my mother and father weren't going to oblige me.
"I know that
look. You're
feeling guilty."
She finished dressing and straightened out her dress. "I get it now. It's the ring.
I'm not stupid. Fool me once, shame on me, et
cetera. I lost control because of the ring. And
you're a... horny teenager. It's not our fault. Don't
feel guilty." She
held out her hand. "Give me the ring."
"Why?" I
hesitated. "Because I'm
your mother, and
I said so, that's
why." She
impatiently
wriggled her
fingers.
Reluctantly, I pulled out the ring and handed it to her. "What are you going to do with it?"
"I'm going to throw it away." She shook her head. "We're lucky it's my safe time of the month." She looked into my eyes and grimaced. "I can't believe I had to tell you that. Sorry. Forget this ever happened. And continue lying to your dad. But only about this." She walked to the door and stepped into the hall.


"Sure, Mom." I followed her, my eyes down on the hallway floor. Why was I so upset? I had just avoided being murdered by both parents. I should have been happy. Loss. I was feeling loss. The time I was inside my mother had been the most astonishing and magical half-hour of my life. And it was gone.
"Where do you think you're going?" She looked back at me, hands on her hips.
"I don't know. Out?" I shrugged.
"You're grounded, remember?"
"But I thought you weren't mad at me." I was so confused.
My mother lowered her voice and stepped closer to me. "Your father thinks you're grounded for cheating, so
you are. Until I decide you're not. Got it?"
"Got it." I nodded.
"And did any of what just happened ever happen?" She put her finger on my
chin and raised it until my
eyes met hers.
"No."
"And did this evil ring ever
exist?" She searched my
eyes, wanting to make sure
I was on board.
"Did what ever exist?" I
innocently met her gaze.
"Good." She nodded, adjusted her panties through her dress, and turned back down the hall.
I watched her ass bounce away. I could pretend all
day that none of this had ever happened. But it wouldn't change the fact that I was now in love with my mom and the wife she
had briefly been. I hung my head again and returned to my room.
I spent the rest of the day in solitary. My mom brought me dinner, and I ate alone. I spent most of the time dreaming about marrying my mother. Idiotic and perverted, I know. But the taste of erotic ecstasy had hooked me. I now understood those dudes who find girlfriends or wives who look just like their mothers. Maybe I'd
have to try that sometime.


When I woke up the next day, the magic ring was on my bedside table next to the alarm clock. I stared at it
while hanging half out of bed. Then, I fell with a thump to the floor. Slowly, I rose to my knees and looked. Yep, there were those intricate red veins set in black stone. It was the ring. She hadn't destroyed it. She'd brought it back to me while I was asleep. What did this mean? Did she want to be my wife? Relief flooded through me along with ... another wonderful feeling... lust. I climbed back onto my bed, flopped on my back, and fapped, thinking about my mother-wife riding me. Whispering to me about places we'd never been and
times we'd never had. "Oh... gosh!" My mother stood in the open door. "I'm so sorry for barging in. Put that away, your father's downstairs."


"Sorry, Mom." I stopped fapping and pulled the blanket over myself.
She averted her eyes, and
her gaze went to my
bedside table. "You pulled
it out of the trash?" Her
cheeks flushed and her
brows furrowed with
over to
anger. She marched the table, picked up the
ring, and waved it at me.
"You're grounded
for real
this time!" She turned
and
stormed from the room,
slamming the door behind
her.
"Well... fuck..." My boner
disappeared and my
anxiety returned. I watched
movies
most of the day. My
dad brought me food. He didn't say anything, but his
expression was clear. I
must have really fucked up to make Mom so angry. It
was hardly dark out when I
went to sleep. The alarm woke me the next morning. It was a
school day, and I couldn't sleep in. My room was filled with pre-dawn gloom, but I caught the glint of metal
on my bedside table. There was the ring. I snatched it and hid it under my mattress before my mom could come in, find it, and murder me. Cautiously, I got ready for school. My mom was in the kitchen, but she didn't greet me or even look in my direction. I thought about explaining to her what had happened, but decided it was hopeless. I scurried off to school without breakfast.
At school, I watched Ava fawning over Gavin in first and fourth periods. At lunch, my friends asked what was
wrong, and I told them it was Ava. They rolled their eyes. They'd heard it all before. Ava was a good cover for
the truth.
After school, I hopped off the bus and jogged straight home. I'd been grounded before and knew the drill. When I was inside, I didn't yell out my normal greeting. I hurried down the hall, hoping to avoid my mother.
"I'm in the kitchen, Evan," my mom called through the house. I froze. She'd heard me. I hung my head and went to the kitchen. She was sitting at our round kitchen table.
"Hi, Mom." I didn't look directly at her, instead I pretended the fridge was super interesting.
"I don't know how you found it this time." She shook her head.
"Found what?" I looked directly at her. She didn't look angry, she looked puzzled.


"Look... I'm human, too. Being that other woman... was amazing. But we can't do that. You saving the ring
isn't going to make it happen." She pointed to the center of the table. There was the ring. She must have
searched my room while I was at school.
When I opened
my mouth, I
thought I was
going to
apologize or
explain that I
hadn't retrieved
the ring, but
something else
popped out.
"Mom, the ring
is the best thing
that's ever
happened to me.
Being with you
... even though
you weren't really you...
made me
happier than I
thought possible.
I know I
shouldn't think
it. I know...
you're my mom.
But you are the
most
kind,
thoughtful...
sexy woman that
I've ever shared
air space with. I
can't get you out of my head."
My mother put a hand to her mouth. "You're talking about the other me, right? The wife-woman?" I noticed
she'd put her wedding ring back on.
"I don't know, Mom. I don't know." I tried and failed to control what came out of my mouth. "Both of you. I've always loved you, Mom. But now I'm in love with you. Both of you. And I'm probably going to hell for it or whatever." My face was hot. I was panting. It felt good to vent. Maybe now she'd murder me. "You're the most perfect woman on Earth, and that stupid ring made me see that. Now I have to live with it." I pointed an
accusing finger at the ring. "And ... I'm sorry, Mom. I swear I didn't know what the ring was. And ... you'll probably hate me forever now."


"I could never hate you, sweetie." She pressed her lips into a tight line. Maternal concern filled her wide eyes.
It was the same expression she used to make long ago when I'd crash my bike or fall out of a tree. "I'm so sorry
this happened. Come here." She slid her chair out and patted her lap.
"Um... okay." Awkwardly, I sat on her lap.
"I can never put that ring back on." She rubbed my thigh tenderly.
"I know."
"But... I can't
see you
miserable
forever. So..."
She unzipped
my pants and
wiggled them
down a little.
She lowered
my underwear,
and took hold
of my soft
penis. "I know
we already did
everything, but
you'll have to
be happy with
just my hand,
okay?" She
stroked me
gently, my
cock growing
under her
fingers.
I was
"Okay?" she repeated.
speechless. I
looked at her
wedding ring
glistening next
to my cock.
"Yeah... of course... Mom." I was now fully hard. That didn't take long. I sat on her lap as she jacked me. I wanted to see her face, but she'd probably picked this position so she wouldn't have to look at me. "And you'll have to lie to your father about this, too." Now that my dick was hard, she pumped me faster. "Will do." I nodded.
"Does that feel good?" She worked the head for a bit.


"Yeah." My cock felt amazing. It was a dry handjob but heavenly. "Mom... I'm gonna... I'm..." I mentioned before that I don't have the staying power of a porn star. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I erupted all over my clothes, the kitchen floor, and her hand. Blast after blast flew into the air. When my orgasm subsided, I looked down. Her wedding ring was covered in cum. She finished with a few last strokes and then quickly withdrew
her hand.
"There now." She
pushed me to my feet
and turned me around
with her clean hand.
"There's that smile. I'm
so relieved to see you
happy. I know this is
all very confusing, but
...
."
Her eyes
wandered down to my erection. "Put that
away. After school
tomorrow, same place,
same time." Her
expression mirrored the elation and
bewilderment that
swirled in my soul. She
stood and rushed to
the sink, washing her
hands.
"Thank you, Mom. I
love you." I pulled up
my pants and ran
upstairs to fap some
more.
"I love you, too," she
called after me.




"I'm home!" All week I'd rushed home and found my mother ready for me in the kitchen. She'd given me a dutiful handjob each day. When it was over, she'd send me to my room. After all, I was still grounded. On Friday, it occurred to her that maybe the kitchen wasn't the best place for our new routine. What if Dad came home early? We were both fairly certain he wouldn't understand. So, we went up to my room.
“I ... ugh ... love you ... Mom." I was on my back in bed. My mom sat next to me, both her hands pumping my dick.
"I love you too, sweetie." Usually, she smiled at me when she said that, but while giving me handjobs, she always looked so serious.


"No...
I mean...
I'm... in love with you. I wish you could still... be my wife ... sometimes." I knew it was

a mistake the second I said it. I watched her forehead wrinkle in thought. She removed her hands from: my dick. Uh oh. I'd pushed her too far. "Mom?"
"Maybe we should stop this." She frowned at me, wiping her lotion-covered hands on a towel. "I started helping you with this because you were so confused. I was hoping to ease you back into our regular relationship. But it's not working. I told you before, I can't put that ring back on."
"I'm sorry. You're just so beautiful, smart, and kind." I was desperate to have her forget what I'd just said and
to have her hands back on my cock. "I'm eighteen, Mom. Sometimes my hormones get the better of me."

"That's why I think we should stop." She sat with her hands in her lap. I was relieved that she hadn't left yet. I didn't want to make matters worse, so I didn't say anything. I lay on the bed, my shorts around my shins, my chest bare, my dick pointing toward the ceiling. She wore her yoga pants and a top. We stayed like that for a
while.
Eventually, I had to say something. "Mom?"
"Hmmmm?" She blinked as if coming out of a reverie, and her left hand automatically went back to my dick. She slowly pumped me, staring at my cock. There was a faint squishing sound of lotion between her fingers. "Who do you think the wife-woman is?"


"What?" My muscles relaxed, pleasure flowing from her hand. She worked just under the glans for a few minutes, making my toes curl.
"When I put the ring on, I was some other woman. It's like I stepped into her life. You, obviously, aren't her husband, but I thought you were. Or did she? It's confusing." She was silent for a time; the only sounds my heavy breathing and her hand pumping my dick. "I wonder, who is she? Who's her real husband? What's he spicy with her husband? And ... um..." She looked into my eyes.
like? How has she kept things so...
"Yeah?" I smiled encouragement. "What would she do if she dropped into my life? Instead of the other way around." She raised an eyebrow.
"That last question is easy, Mom. She'd put it in her mouth." I held my breath. Had I pushed her too far again?
My mother nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. But I'm not her."
"No, you're not. But it might be fun to pretend to be her for a few minutes. That way we can both get a taste of the ring, without putting it back on." I glanced at the ring on my bedside table. It showed up there every
morning no matter what my mom did with it.
"The wife-woman is really happy
with her life." My mom took the towel and carefully wiped the lotion off my dick. "I think ... um ..." Satisfied that she'd wiped me clean, she put the towel down and leaned her lips toward my
cock. I think I was turning blue at
this point; I still didn't
dare
to
breathe. She chastely kissed the
bulbous head. "I think she
wouldn't worry. She'd throw
herself into what feels right. She would... mmmmpppphhhhhhhhhhhhh."
She opened wide and took my cockhead into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
What a rollercoaster. I sucked in a deep breath. I'd gone from thinking our handjobs were over, to watching her distort her pretty
pink lips around my dick. "Wow ... Mom... I can't believe ...
you're doing this."

"Mmmmppppphhhhhhhhhh." She closed her eyes and swallowed a bit more of my cock. She held the base
with her left hand. She gagged when her lips hit the halfway point. I just about died when I heard that. My sweet mother was gagging on my cock. The ring wasn't tricking her. This was her. She wanted this. Or... at least she wanted a taste of the happiness the ring had shown her. Good enough! "The wife-woman would... uugggghhhhhh... probably do... what you do... with Dad," I said.


My
mom slowly lifted her mouth off my cock and looked up at me, a long strand of saliva still connecting her lips to my dick. "I just tried to do what I do with your father. You're too big." She kissed the head, tenderly this time. "But I think... the wife-woman... would find a way... to work with... your tool," she said between
kisses.


"Yeah...
she would ... I wish... oooohhhhhhhhhhhh." I lost my train of thought as she took me back into her mouth, slid my cock into her throat, and bobbed her head just above where her gag reflex kicked in. I brushed her hair back behind her ear so I could watch her work. I barely recognized my mother. She moaned and hummed around my dick, occasionally making popping sounds as she pulled off me. She always went right back to work. This pure ecstasy went on for twenty minutes. "Mom... I... Mom I'm going to..." My mouth hung open as I stared at her breathtaking vulgarity. She knew I was going to cum, but she wasn't
stopping.
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"Mmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmm... mmmmmm." My mother's head bobbed faster. When I erupted, she took my dick out of her mouth, placed my cockhead on her extended tongue, and let me cum. She was finally
smiling as my spunk splashed into her mouth.


"Aaaaahhhhhhhh... Mom... Mom..." My hips jerked, and my muscles spasmed. If I was in love with her
before, I was completely under her spell now. She could have asked me to walk off a cliff, and I would have done it, no hesitation. Knowing that this was my mom, not the wife-woman, that was laughing and gargling cum heightened my orgasm to stratospheric levels. It was even better than the sex we'd had when she wore
the ring. Very slowly, I came down from the high.
When I stopped spurting, she turned and spit it all into the towel. "Wow ... wow ... Evan ... that was a lot ... even for you." She stood, cum dripping from her chin. "I have to get cleaned up before your father gets home." Still smiling, she shook her head and pointed at my hard cock. "If that wasn't enough to get that thing tired, that's not my fault. You'll have to take care of it on your own."

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"Are you ... happy... like her... Mom? The wife-woman... I mean?" I felt more relaxed than I thought
possible. I melted into the bed.
"I... um... I understand her better ... I think." Still smiling, she shook her head in bewilderment. "We'll have
to take a break from all this for the weekend. You understand that?"
I nodded.
"Good." My mom left. I watched her fantastic butt disappear as she closed the door after her. "Holy shit." I picked up my pillow, held it over my face, and screamed. Before the ring, I'd had no idea I wanted her. Now, I wanted no other woman. Well... that wasn't completely true. I tossed the pillow off my face and took hold of my cock. I looked over at the ring as I fapped. "Well... Ava ... maybe." I imagined Ava doing the same things my mom had just done. I imagined her doing it in concert with my mom, their two gorgeous faces crowded over my dick. I imagined them both riding me. I imagined Gavin's stupid face when he realized I'd stolen Ava's heart. "Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhh." I came again all over my bed. When I calmed down, I told myself there was no way I could use the
ring on purpose. It was wrong. A voice in
my head piped up: If it's so wrong, why is my mom so happy? Why am I so happy?


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My mom
stuck
her head
in the
The
door. "You're
still naked? I ...
Wicked
the cum
my bed, chest,
and legs.
really did
"You
need
oh..." She saw
splattered over
To
to take
care of
yourself. Well,
that's enough
for today. Your
dad just texted
to say he'll be
home soon. I
want all this
cleaned up."
She gestured
toward all the
cum.
"Sure, Mom." I
slowly sat up,
my cock finally
going soft.

"And, Evan?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
Something in
the tone of her
voice made me hopeful.
"I want you to take me to the store where you bought that ring. I ... have some questions." She smiled. "Is tomorrow good for you?"
I wasn't expecting her to say that. I couldn't imagine her having a conversation with that crazy old man. Oh, God. That shop owner would know something was going on between me and my mom. That would be awkward. But I didn't say no. If she asked me to walk off a cliff, I'd do it without question. I smiled when we
locked eyes. "Sure, Mom. Tomorrow works."
"Great. Get cleaned up." She disappeared, closing the door behind her. I took a deep breath, and started
cleaning.


"Anyone here?" I gazed around the dimly lit store, holding my mom's hand as she stood beside me. She squeezed my fingers tightly. Everywhere we looked, the shelves were overstuffed with dusty knickknacks and worthless miscellanea. I saw her squint into the shadows at the other end of the room. Motes hovered in the air around us, glistening with spooky iridescence.
"Hello?" My mom's sweet voice seemed to die unnaturally fast. When no one answered, she mumbled to me, "What are we doing here?"


"I see you've found what you were looking for." The old shopkeeper appeared out of nowhere next to a stack of board games. The stack was as tall as he was. He looked just as ridiculous as last time. In fact, he was wearing the same clothes.
"Oh... um... I'm Mrs. Amy Gosling." My mother started to extend her right hand toward the small man, but then clearly thought better of shaking hands with such an odd fellow. She lowered her hand and fidgeted with her dress. With her left hand, she squeezed my fingers tighter. "And you are...?" Her tight smile seemed etched in stone. She barely blinked.
"I am the purveyor of all you see about you." The old man waved his arm in a circle, finishing with a flourish. "Welcome, ha!" He walked down an aisle, brushing his fingers along a row of animal skulls. "You were so happy with your purchase, that you wish to see what else I have? This happens all the time. I don't have anything as potent as The Missus Ring." He stopped and pointed back at the stack of games. "But I do have a great board game from the 0s. You two could invite Ava Roslin over and play it with her." He winked at my mother.
"No... I..." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Ava?"
"Oh, dear me!
You haven't
given the ring to Ava?" The man pantomimed fainting. "She's still in the clutches of the vile Gavin
Carver?"
"I... um..." I
glanced at my
mom with
innocent eyes.
She nodded to me
firmly, telling meP
Don't worry, Evan. I've got
this.
My mother cleared her
throat. "Mr. Shopkeeper. I
demand to know more about the ring my son purchased."

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"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't disclose that information." He cocked his head at my mother. "Didn't he tell you? He waived the disclaimer when I cut the price from twenty to ten dollars."
"Okay... okay." My mother let go of my hand and rummaged in her purse. She pulled out ten dollars and held it out to the old man. "What's the disclaimer?"
He waved away the money. "It's too late for that. But..." He moved very close to us. "I have a dildo from ancient Samaria that is said to -"
"Goodness!" My mom put her hand to her mouth, her cheeks flushing. "I'm not... not... a slut."
"Fine." He gave me a wink. "How about a dream catcher? It's guaranteed to give anyone sleeping under it the wettest of dreams."
"Here, take back the ring." My mother reached into her purse and held out the ring to the old man. "We don't want it." She gave me a knowing look. "We don't need it."
"I cannot." The shopkeeper looked around at nearby merchandise like he was searching for what we might be willing to buy.
"Tell me about the wife that I ... um... that a woman turns into when she puts the ring on." My mom spoke hurriedly, her words tumbling over one another. "Who is she? Why is she ... so happy?"
"Okay, I'll give you the
disclaimer." He sighed in an
exasperated fashion and held out his hand for the
money. My mother gave him the ten-dollar bill. The old man nodded gravely. "The ring will stay with its purchaser until it is no longer needed. Then it will ." He made a fluttering motion with his hands. "Poof."
"But we don't need the
ring." I shook my head.
"If you're not going to purchase anything else, run along. I've got other
customers to get to." The
old man walked back to the
register to deposit his money. There was nobody else in the store.


"But..." My mom stared at him, brow furrowed. She put the ring down on the stack of board games. "What about the wife? You didn't answer my question. Who is she?"
"Out you go." He shooed us with his hands.
"Come on, Mom. I told you he was weird." I took her hand and led her from the store. I was grateful the old man hadn't made things too uncomfortable. I got the feeling he knew exactly what my mom and I had done.
There was no handjob that day. My father was home, and neither
of us wanted to mess around directly behind his back. We'd gotten very lucky the last time.
He'd almost caught us. My mom did come up to my room to talk about what the old man's disclaimer had meant. We spent over an hour hashing it over. "Why do we even care, Mom? It's just going to sit on my bedside table." I glanced at where the ring would surely return tomorrow. "We can ignore it."
"It will try to tempt us, Evan. With your hormones, and my ... experience as the wife-woman
..." My mother's eyes grew distant. She absentmindedly rubbed my thigh through my pants.
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"We'll use willpower, Mom." I smiled at her. "I don't need anything more than what we're doing in the
afternoons after school."
"Shh." She held up a finger. "Remember, don't mention that while your father's home."
In the end, we didn't come up with a plan, other than to ignore the ring.
On Sunday morning, the ring was back on my bedside table. No matter what we did, it always came
back.


After school on Monday, my mom and I were back in my room. She was on her knees in front of me, bobbing her blond head on my dick. I glanced at the ring and knew she was right about the temptation. I wanted to have sex with her again. With that ring on, she'd mount me in a heartbeat. An idea hit me like a thunderbolt. I was shocked... it was actually a good one. "You know... ugh... Mom... I've been... thinking."
The

"Mmmmmmmmm?" She looked up at me with my cock still stretching her pink lips. Her expression
was priceless. A surge of pleasure moved from my dick throughout my whole body. "You asked the shopkeeper... why the wife-woman is so ... uugghhhhhhh... happy. I bet her... husband has a lot to do with it." I ran my fingers through her silky hair, and then grabbed a handful. Slowly, I pulled her off my cock.
"What... what are you doing?" She looked at me with surprise. I hadn't really meant to manhandle her, but I was starting to behave more like her husband than her son.


"I don't think Dad... treats you the same... as the wife-woman's husband." I released her hair and scooted back on the bed. "Take off your pants and panties and sit next to me." "Why?" She stood, but didn't do as I'd asked. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "A thought just occurred to me. The ring showed you the wife-woman's life. And you were happy
there. What if we made you just as happy in your life? I think the ring wouldn't be needed anymore. The temptation would go away. 'Poof."" I raised my eyebrow like Sherlock Holmes. Of course, I doubt the greatest detective was ever naked in front of his mother with her saliva all over his cock. His loss. "Show me how to make you happy, Mom. I was thinking we could start by ... you know... touching
each other at the same time."
"You're my son, Evan. Not my husband. It's not your
job to make me happy."
Despite her words, she
slowly peeled off her yoga
pants. "Only touching?"
Even more slowly, she
lowered her panties down
her long legs.
"Yeah, only touching. Or,
actually, whatever
makes
you happy. It's how we
get rid of the ring, I'm
sure of it." I was actually
sure of it.
"Maybe I should have your father do this."
She
climbed up onto the bed and sat next to me.
"Maybe he can make me
happy like the wife-
woman's husband." Tentatively, she spread her legs. It was obvious
that she knew my father
wasn't the man for the job, so I didn't say anything. She took hold of my cock with her left hand and
stroked it. "You're eighteen, so I imagine you know what women like?" "Maybe?" I could see her nipples poking through her top. That was a good sign, right? I put my hand
on the inside of her thigh and rubbed. It felt wrong to go straight for her pussy. I inched my way up
her leg, almost like the game she used to play with me where she pretended her fingers were a spider. I smiled at the memory.
"What are you smiling about?" Her eyes were filled with worry.


"Just remembering how you used to have the 'spooky spider' crawl all over me." I walked my fingers on her inner thigh, just like she used to do.
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The worry left her face. My mom burst out laughing. "I can't believe you'd think about that now. That
was so long ago. You were..." Her laughter died when my fingers reached her pussy. She was sopping. Another good sign. I did my best, trying to remember what the girls I'd been with liked. I ran my fingers gently just inside her swollen lips. When I slipped two fingers inside her, her body tensed next to mine, and she gripped my dick hard, no longer pumping. I slid inside her, gently at first, feeling the
ridges inside her pussy. Her body relaxed, and she continued the handjob.


"Do you like it, Mom?" I did my best to ride the line between gentle and forceful. "Yes... yes... sweetie." She nodded, biting her lower lip. "Can you ... give some attention to my button
... too?" Her hand moved faster on my cock. I wasn't that far away from cumming.
"Like this?" I pulled my fingers out of her pussy, found her clit, and rubbed it with little circles. Her
hips jerked in response.
"Not... so hard." She looked into my eyes. Our faces were close, I could have kissed her. I wanted to
but didn't want to overstep the moment.


"Sure... Mom." I released some pressure from the quick little circles. "I'm... going to cum... really
soon." "I... sssnnnooookkkkk." My mother started to say something, but snorted instead, and her eyes rolled back. Her whole body jerked next to me. "Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii." She let out a high-pitched scream. She was cumming. I'd made my mother cum. Not the wife-woman, but my actual mother. The thought hastened my own orgasm. Her hand stopped pumping my dick, so I put my left hand on top of hers and helped her finish me off.
"Cumming...
Mom." I won't lie, I
did angle my dick
toward her as it
erupted, shooting
jets of
sticky stuff
onto her legs. As
her scream faded, I
stopped rubbing
her clit. She
convulsed a few
more times next to
orgasm lasted a
me and was still.
My
little
longer than
S
hers, but
eventually the last blasts of cum
splattered on her
milky
thighs.
We lay side by side
panting for a long
time. Eventually, I
had to say
something. "So...
are you as happy as
the
wife-woman?"
"No... sweetie." She leaned her face toward me and kissed my cheek. "But that was incredible." She
climbed off the bed and picked up her pants and panties. "Maybe we should do that again sometime?"
The smile she gave me was sweet and pure.
"Tomorrow?" I grinned back at her. "I know I can make you that happy, Mom." She shook her head slowly in disbelief. "We'll try again tomorrow. I'm headed to the shower. Get yourself cleaned up before your father gets home." I watched her gorgeous bare butt roll from side to
side as she exited my room. The thought occurred to me that if we were doing this to get rid of the
ring, the ring was still pulling our strings. But I didn't care.



We continued our mutual masturbation for most of the week. On Wednesday, I got her to cum twice. On Thursday, four times. When I got home from school on Friday, she greeted me in the open front doorway with a big smile on her face. She must have seen me walking down the sidewalk and raced to the door.
"How was school?" She wore jeans and a casual blouse. Her skin glowed, and her eyes shone brightly. She was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waited for me to come down the front walk. Her grin was so big, it was goofy. It made me love her all the more.
"You look happy, Mom." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked past her. She closed the door and gave my butt a pat as I put my backpack down and took my shoes off.
"I am happy." I saw that she was wearing socks, so I grabbed her hands and pulled her across the hardwood floor. She took a couple awkward steps. I shook my head and smiled. "No, Mom. Slide. Remember when you used to pull me around? Let me pull you. It'll be fun."
"I don't know, Evan." She put her hand against the wall to keep me from dragging her away.
"This is exactly the sort of thing that the wife-woman's husband would do," I said.
"I thought what we've been doing up in your room is -"
"You know what I mean,
Mom. You need to have fun!" I smiled encouragement. She let go of the wall, planted her feet, and let me pull her around the first floor. Her smile was a bit patronizing at first. But as I laughed and hollered like a crazy person, she started giggling. After five minutes, I was out of breath, and we were cackling together. I dragged her to the base of the stairs, threw her over my shoulder, and
carried her up to my room.
"Evan... sweetie... put me down." She kicked her legs playfully.
"Me caveman... you prize ..." I held her butt tightly so I wouldn't drop her.
"Stop it, Evan. That's silly."
My mom was still laughing.
"The wife-woman totally roleplays with her husband. I was reading about how to keep a marriage spicy, and that was one of the most important tips." I entered my room. "Me caveman... you take off pants." I dropped her on my bed.


"Okay, Mr. Caveman." Her nipples were poking through her blouse. I had learned that was one of the telltale signs she was horny. The other big one, of course, was her gushing pussy. She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. "What are you going to do with your prize?"
"Take what want!" I was getting into my role. I pulled off her panties and roughly spread her legs.
"Oh." My mom stared at me with wide eyes. She looked startled but didn't tell me to stop.
I hadn't gone down on a woman before and was maybe a little hesitant. But the caveman character was a pro. He'd steal women and eat them out like a savage. So, I leaned into the character. "Me... hungry!" I jumped between her legs and rubbed my face on her pussy. She was wet with a zesty and thrilling taste. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings, but soon I had two fingers in her while I lapped at her clit.


"Oooohhhhhhhhhh... Mr. Caveman... Mr. Caveman... you're an animal." My mom ran her fingers through my hair and pressed her hips up into my mouth. When I looked up, she was making her O face and staring down at me in disbelief. "Ooohhhhhh... Mr. Caveman... I'm yours ... I'm yours ... I'm... eeeeee¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡.” Her eyes rolled back, and she came on my tongue. Maybe it was beginner's luck, but I'm pretty sure I nailed my first foray into giving oral.
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"Must... catch... breath." I wasn't sure how long to go with the roleplaying, but she seemed to be having fun with it.
"Thank you... oh... thank you... Mr. Caveman." She fanned her face with her hand, coming down from her climax. Once her eyes opened, that was my cue to dive back in. I'd learned over the last few days that she


needed a moment after her orgasm, but I could get her revved back up quickly if I didn't wait too long. "Oooooohhhhh... Evan... it's been so long... since... ooohhhhhhhh."
"Me... Caveman." I tried gently sucking on her clit. The results were excellent; her thighs started shaking.
"Mr. Caveman... drink... your prize ... devour meeeeeeeeeee." My mom convulsed as she crested another
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at the concentration on her pretty face, and thoughts swirled in my head.
After I took her to two more orgasms, we switched
places. She bobbed her mouth on my cock. I looked down
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Who needed the Missus Ring? My mother was starting to loosen up with me. Yes... she was doing all this to
get rid of the temptation the ring offered. But that was silly. If I truly made her as happy as the wife-woman, how could we stop when the ring disappeared? We weren't about to tack up a mission accomplished sign and
call it a day. Nope. We were both lured further and further by our mutual happiness. Nothing could derail the
Amy-Evan
Express!
"Hello, anybody home?" My father's voice came in through the open door.

My mom shot to her feet, frantically looking around the room. She still had her blouse and socks on. She picked up her jeans and held them to her chest. When we heard him coming up the stairs, she snorted with fright and ran into the closet. Ring or no ring, here we were again in a familiar situation.

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I picked up her panties off the floor and was about to stuff them under my blanket when my dad walked into
the room.
"Whoa! What the hell, Evan?" He quickly averted his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't think anyone was home." I quickly covered my softening cock with my blanket.
"Look, I was a teenager, too. I get it. But you have to use your brain, Evan." He took a quick glance at my fist,
eyes zeroing in on what I was still stupidly holding out in the open. "But you can't use your mother's panties, for Christ's sake."
"I'm so ... so... sorry." I didn't know what else to say.


"Put them in her laundry. I won't tell her what you did as long as you never do it again." He walked out of my
room and closed the door. It was a good thing he hadn't gotten a closer look at me. He might have wondered
why I had Mom's cum all over my face.
"He's gone," I said.
My mom emerged from the closet. She was wearing her jeans again. She gave me a withering look. "You need
to get dressed, go out in the hall like you're putting my panties in my hamper, and give me the all clear if you
don't see your father. If he finds me in here..."
"He'll be suspicious if you walk down the stairs, Mom," I whispered as I dressed. "He came up here to look
for you. He thinks you're not up here."
"Shit." My mom hardly ever swore.
"The lattice outside my window is sturdy. I've climbed it before when I ..." I didn't want to get in more
trouble.
"When you snuck out after curfew?" She exhaled and shook her head. "Why did I think this thing between us was going to work?" She opened my window as quietly as she could. "I'm going to tell him I went out for a walk. We need to have a long talk later. This is not making me happy at all. I doubt the wife-woman had to
deal with this stuff
because she wasn't
cheating on anyone. She
was doing everything with
her husband. We made
some pretty big mistakes,
Evan. It's better to ignore
the ring."
"Mom... I..." I watched
her awkwardly
climb out
the window onto the
lattice.
"Later... Evan. This is a
mess. You know it is. It's
not going to work." She lowered herself down to
the backyard. I watched
her go. I immediately
started thinking of
arguments for when we
had our conversation.


Dinner was tense. I had trouble looking either parent in the eye for very different, but related, reasons. After my dad went to sleep, my mom came into my room. We had our talk, and it went horribly. Eventually, I fell back on her logic of trying to wean me off the ring. It was her rationale for messing around with me in the first place. But she wasn't buying it. She left my room without so much as a kiss on the cheek. And I was grounded
again for sneaking out after curfew. My dad grounded me, too. It really was a mess.


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That was it. My father almost catching us threw a bucket of cold water on our faces. Our after-school had reached a Hindenburg moment. We didn't talk about it again, although I tried to bring it up several times. She wasn't going to risk her marriage. And she was probably right. What was I going to do, replace Dad? Obviously, that was crazy. The sexual train that had been picking up steam was off the tracks. Despite the ring's presence, I would never ride the Amy-Evan Express again. Pick your metaphor. It was over. I fapped constantly, relying heavily on memories we'd created. Over the next couple of weeks, I stayed in my room, even when my grounding ended. I ignored friends and forgot about homework. I was a mess. And the stupid ring rested on my nightstand, taunting me with its existence.
After school one day, I gave it one last try with my mom.
I found her in the kitchen. "Mom, it's been almost a month. Can I try
to make you happy again?" "It didn't happen, Evan. The ring
doesn't exist." She turned toward
me with her arms folded, her face
a mask of severity. "You need to
0
find yourself a girlfriend. End of
story."
Factual inaccuracies aside, what she said came through loud and
clear. I couldn't pine after what I'd lost forever. She was my mom.
The wife-mother she'd been was
in the past. Ava was my future.
The next day, I plucked the ring
off my nightstand and slipped it
into my
pocket. I wasn't sure how
I would use it on Ava, but I'd
figure it out. She and Gavin were
in my first and fourth periods.
Maybe if I got her alone, I could
gift her the ring.
My mom would not have understood the reasoning. She wouldn't want me to use the Missus Ring on
purpose.
She'd also probably be jealous of Ava. So, I didn't mention anything as I breezed by her on my way
out the door that morning. Ava was the girl for me, and I was going to make it happen.



The bell rang and I followed Ava, Gavin, and their friends out of chemistry class.
"Wanna walk to second period?" My friend Raji slowed down as he passed in the hall.
"Next time, Raji. I have to... do something." I gave him what I hoped was a friendly but dismissing smile. Raji looked over at Ava's behind as she walked away from us. "I hope you're not going to ask her to the Spring Fling dance, dude. She and Gavin are in love. Jessica said they did it for the first-time last weekend."
That wasn't what I wanted to hear. "Tough-love received, brah. I'll see you in second period."
Raji narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He leaned closer to me. "Ava and Gavin have been drinking and skitching on the weekends. That's how Clair broke her arm. They're not like us, Evan. They're ..." He twirled his finger in a circle next to his head to show they were crazy.
That's what I like about her! But I didn't tell Raji that. "Got it. I won't bother her." I waved goodbye to Raji and followed Ava. She was almost to her next class when I caught up to her. Gavin pushed her playfully with his hip, she stumbled, and dropped her books.
Gavin's friend, Travis, laughed at Ava.
"It's not funny, T-Bone."
Gavin turned to Ava. "He didn't mean it. I'll see you later." He left without helping her with her books. Ava bent down to pick them up, and I quickly dropped to a knee to help her.
"Oh, hey, Evan." She smiled absently at me. "Thanks for the help. Gavin would have helped, but he was late for class." The bell rang.
"Sounds like we are, too." I gave her a wan smile. Books back in her
arms, we stood.
"Okay, anyway, see you around." She turned to
go.
"Wait... wait..." I
pulled the ring out of my pocket, holding it in my fist. "I have to tell you something."


"Yeah?" Ava stopped and regarded me with curiosity. Several excruciating seconds passed. "Did you ... tell me already?" She smiled again. She was so full of warm, easy charm. My stomach did cartwheels.
"I... um... I..." I couldn't trick her with the ring, could I? The last few late students passed us in the hall. A few more seconds, and we'd be alone. If ever there was a time to give her the ring, this was it. I kept my fist closed tight.
"If this is about Spring Fling, I'm going with Gavin. He's my boyfriend now." Ava smiled patiently and waited for me to say something. "Is there something in your hand?" She asked helpfully.
I couldn't do it. I couldn't use the ring on my crush. If I couldn't get her without magic, I didn't deserve her. "Oh, hey. Why aren't you in class, babe?" Gavin sauntered up to us in the empty hall. "Is Evan bothering you?"
"We were just talking, Gavin." Ava turned her smile on her boyfriend.
"Whatcha got there, two-forks?" He eyed my closed fist. I don't know why he called me that. He started in second grade and never stopped.
"Don't call him that, Gavin." Ava rolled her eyes.
"Nothing." I moved my hand toward my pocket, but Gavin caught it before I could stow the ring away.
fla
"Not so fast." He pried my fingers open and took the ring.
"Give it back, Gavin." I stared with wide eyes as he held the ring up. I should never have brought it to school. I held out my hand, but he brushed it away.
"Are you giving my girl gifts, two-forks?" He raised an
eyebrow at me. "That's... super creepy."
"You boys." Ava shook her head. "I'm late for class." She hustled off and left me alone with her boyfriend.
"Give it back." I reached again,
but Gavin pushed me back.
"It's mine now. Let's see, it'll fit on my pinky perfectly." He placed the ring above his fingertip.

"No, Gavin don't..." I watched him slip it on. A change came over him. His scowl disappeared, and an amazed expression took over. He spotted me and smiled. I'd never seen Gavin with such a warm smile before. "Okay, this is so strange, darling. One minute we're at home... relaxing together, the next, we're ... at a school?" Gavin's voice wasn't pitched higher, but it had a strange lilt and cadence that I recognized as the wife-woman.
"Oh... shit." I took several steps back.
"What's wrong, Evan?" Gavin's body language was distinctly more feminine. He glanced at the bathroom nearby. "Do you remember when we used to do it in the bathrooms in college? Want to have a quicky while we're here?" He waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially. The wife-woman was nothing if not incredibly horny. "Um... no." I took a deep breath. If I didn't get the ring off him soon, this was going to end very badly for me. "Can I have my ring back ... um... dear?" I tried to give him a warm smile.
"What's gotten
into you?" He
walked closer. "You look like you've seen a
ghost?"
"It's just... dear
... can I see your
left hand for a moment? You have such pretty
hands," I said
through clenched
teeth.
"Sure." He held
out his hand. I pounced and
wrenched the ring
off his pinky. His expression darkened the
moment it was
off. He wavered
on his feet and
reached his hand out to the wall for support. "Whoa ... what the fuck?"


I turned and ran.
"Evan? Evan? Two- forks? What the fuck was that?" Gavin called behind me. I didn't stop
to explain.
I didn't stop running until I got home,
panting. I flung off my shoes and ran upstairs.
When I was in my
room, I flung the ring at
my bedside table,
listened to it ricochet
around the room, and
stood with my hands on
my knees, catching my breath.
A few seconds later, my
mom appeared in my doorway with a worried expression on her face. "What happened? Why aren't you at school?"
"I'm... not feeling... well." I wasn't lying.
"Is that why you obviously ran home at full speed? You're not sick, so don't even try." She crossed her arms
and looked me up and down. "Were you in a fight?"
"Sort of." Again, I wasn't really lying.
"Want to tell me about it?" Her face softened.
"Not really." I shook my head and took off my backpack.
"Okay, I understand." She nodded her head. She seemed to settle into herself. After what we'd been through, I could tell it was grounding for her to get to mother me some. "You can stay home, but no video games. Read a book, or do homework, or something. And tomorrow you're going to school."
"Sure, Mom." I nodded.
"I'm going to go make you some hot chocolate." She gave me a concerned, motherly smile and left. "Thanks, Mom," I called after her.


At around four o'clock there was a soft knock on my door. "Yeah, Mom. I'm decent." I was reclined on my
bed, reading Portnoy's Complaint. I put the book down as the door opened.
"There's a young woman here to see you." My mom's eyes searched mine for clues. But I had no idea what she was talking about. Satisfied with my ignorance, she continued, "It's Ava Roslin."
I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, combing my hair with my fingers. "Um... is she ... with anyone?" It goes without saying that Ava had never visited my house before, and this social call couldn't be a coincidence. I did not want to see Gavin, ever again if possible.
"She's alone." My mom nodded. "Are you two dating?" She lowered her voice conspiratorially.
I shook my head emphatically.
"I'll send her up." She gave me a knowing smile and disappeared downstairs.
A few moments later, Ava was standing in my room, looking around. "Hello, Evan." She closed the door behind her.
"Hi, Ava." I sat on the edge of my bed, fidgeting with my fingers.
"Your room is so... neat.
Gavin's is..." Something
flickered across her face
when she said her boyfriend's name. I had no
idea what to expect. "I
thought all boys were
messy."
When she didn't say anything more, I held up my book. "I was just reading."
She squinted at the title.
"Isn't that the one with the guy that can't stop fapping and thinking about his mother?" Her face pinched into a dubious expression. "It's supposed to be a classic.
I got it from a list of top one-
hundred American novels. It's funny." I sounded like an idiot.


"You had a hundred novels to choose from and you pick that one?" She giggled. "Maybe boys are all the same. My friend told me about that book. The guy uses his sister's panties to..." Ava motioned with her fist like she
was pumping an imaginary penis.
"I... haven't gotten to that part yet." This was too weird. I'd wanted Ava in my room for a long time. Now, I
wanted her out. I just wanted the day to end.
"So0000000000." Ava took a few more steps into my room. "What did you do to Gavin today? He was acting really strange... saying some really strange things."
"I didn't..." I shrugged helplessly and put down the book.


"From what I gathered, he put on that ring he took from you, and had the biggest high of his life." She looked
at the floor, bent down, and picked up the ring from where it had landed when I'd thrown it earlier. "It was
this ring, right?" She glanced at me and back at the ring. "He couldn't stop talking about how amazing he felt. How happy he was. 'Fucking euphoria', he kept saying." She pressed her lips together as she examined the ring. "Is it some kind of drug?"
"Ava, I can explain." I had nothing. I didn't explain. Silence drew out between us.
"Can I try it? I mean, it won't mess me up or anything, will it?" She hovered the ring over the ring finger on her left hand. "Gavin said the high stopped when it came off, so I'll just put it on for a minute. Cool?"
I stared at her.
"Were you going to give
this to me today? Was that
what you wanted to ask
me?"
She gave me a
devilish smile. "I didn't know you were into getting
high, Evan. I thought you were a boring goody-two- shoes." She waited for me
to say something. When I
didn't, her face set in an expression of
determination. "Okay, just
for a minute. I have to
know what Gavin was
talking about. It won't hurt
me, right?"
I nodded dumbly.
"Okay." Ava slipped the
ring onto her finger. "Oh,
my, darling! When did we get home? And we never
did it in the bathroom." She
gave me a mock frown, and
put her hands on her hips.
"You owe me one, Evan." She walked toward me
seductively. "And I intend to collect ... right... now." She sat on my lap and curled her arms around my
neck. "What do you think?
Medium roughness... fast
tempo?" She kissed my
nose.


"I really don't think I should say yes... honey." I realized that I didn't know the wife-woman's name, but I
guessed she wouldn't like me calling her Ava.
bra. Her
"Well, it's a good thing you don't have a choice... honey." Ava quickly pulled off her top and unclasped her boobs were large, perky and gorgeous. Her hands were on my zipper in a heartbeat, frantically working to pull my cock out of my pants. I buried my face in her cleavage. She laughed. "Easy there, tiger. It's like you've never seen tits before. I love how you never get tired of my body." She successfully brought my cock out into the open, and held it against the crotch of her yoga pants. She undulated her hips, rubbing my
dick between her hand and pants. My cockhead poked again and again at her bare bellybutton. "Can I suck on them?" I looked up into her playful eyes.


"Of course. Why would you even have to ask?" She lifted herself off my lap. "There's a condom in the drawer there." I tried to keep some of my wits about me.
"You don't need a condom with me, silly." Ava rolled her eyes at the person she thought was her husband.
"Better safe than sorry." I pointed at the drawer.
Ava shook her head.
"It's... um... a game. Using a condom makes me feel like when we were eighteen." I was eighteen, and so
was Ava, so it was exactly like that.
"We didn't meet until I was twenty, dummy." She gave me a wink. "But we can play the game." She retrieved the condom from the drawer, tore the foil, and dropped to her knees in front of me. "Let's see if I remember how to put one of these on." She dropped the rolled condom on my bed, took hold of my dick, and lowered her mouth over the head. "Mmmmmmmm... gggggghhhhhhhhhh."
"Ooohhhhhh... honey... that's not how you ... put on a condom." I wasn't complaining. I wound my fingers
in her hair, and listened to her breath whistle through her nose. She moaned and gagged in the most delightful
ways.
The blowjob
lasted a solid ten
minutes, and
then she pulled
off me with a
plop. "I love how
big you
are,
darling. Your
cock never ceases
to excite me. I'm
gushing. Let me
get out these
clothes." She
stood again, and
hurriedly
removed her
pants, panties,
and socks.
"That's better."


She rolled the condom onto my dick, but didn't climb on. She looked startled, her eyes wide.
"What is, what's wrong?" My muscles tightened.
"Did I get the game wrong?" She said. "Are we supposed to be meeting for the first time?"


"Yeah... yeah... this will be the first time we're having sex." I nodded. "Kinky." She smiled. "I love it." She got on my lap and guided my dick into her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhh... you feel huge... Evan. This is the first time... uuuggghhhhhh... I've been with a guy so big." I reminded myself that the wife-woman was talking, not Ava. I grabbed her ass, but she didn't need any help guiding her movements. I buried my face in her tits again, sucking on her fat nipples. She'd said I could, so I figured I might as well. Her undulations sped up. Her moaning growing louder and louder. "Um... not so loud... okay?" My voice was muffled by her boobs.

???

"Why not? You feel... uuughhhhh... amazing." Her hips switched from rocking to bouncing. Ecstasy shot through me. I never wanted that amazing moment to end.
"So deep... so deep... oh... Evan ... I'm going to cum... ooooohhhhhhhhhh... I'm cumming ... I'm
cumming... oooohhhhh... God... Evan... I'm... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Ava rode me like a crazed woman,
shouting at the top of her lungs.
I wasn't aware that my mom had entered the room until I heard her scream. "Evan Mitchell Gosling! What on
Earth do you think you're doing?" She looked furious.
Ava's hips stopped. Coming down from her high, she looked over her shoulder at my mother. "Who's... she
...? She panted.
"Oh... shit..." Was all I could think to say.

er


"Get off him, you harlot!" My mom moved toward Ava and shooed her with her hands like the way she might try to frighten a squirrel from our bird feeder.
"Get out of my house, crazy lady!" Ava stayed on my lap. "You're ruining my husband's erection." "Oh, Evan. You didn't..." My mom put her face in her hands. "You tricked that poor girl." "I'm hardly a girl. Now kindly leave." Ava glanced at me. "Do you know her?"
"Mom, I didn't trick her. She put the ring on all by herself." I tried to look around Ava's large boobs to make eye contact with my mom. When I did, I regretted it. She had put her fists on her hips and looked absolutely livid.


"You're lying... Evan ... You're lying to me." My mom looked like she was about to combust. "Why did you call her 'Mom'? What's going on, darling?" Ava looked down at me in confusion. While she was distracted by me, my mom grabbed her and pulled her off my lap. I helplessly watched as they fell to the floor, my mother trying to wrestle the ring off Ava's finger. "Darling... help me... she's hurting me." Ava looked up at me with pleading eyes as my mom got the upper hand.
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I sat on the bed, my soft dick with the condom still on sitting out in the open. I didn't know what to do. "Evan, if you don't help me get the ring off this poor girl's finger ..." My mom didn't need to finish the
sentence.

I jumped from the bed, pinned down Ava, and my mom pulled off the ring. She tucked it into her cleavage, sat back, and watched Ava closely. "Are you okay, dear?"
"Holy ... shit." Ava sat up with a wide smile on her face. "That was ... fucking amazing. Gavin didn't tell me it'd be like that." She was still naked, but didn't seem to care.
"Are you okay, Ava?" I tucked my dick away and buttoned my pants.
"Am I okay? Oh, my God. I'm fucking ecstatic. I was a different woman. And I was so happy!" Ava looked back and forth between me and my mother. After a moment, she covered her tits with her arm. "Why did you tackle me, Mrs. Gosling?"
"To get the ring off you. I can't believe Evan tricked you like that. I thought I'd raised him better." My mom sighed and leaned her back against the wall. Clearly, she was exhausted from everything that'd happened since she entered my room.
"He didn't trick me, Mrs. Gosling." Ava smiled at her, stood, and picked up her clothes. She started by putting her panties on. "My boyfriend put the ring on this morning. He said it gave him a crazy high. So, I came here to try it out. I put it on before Evan could stop me." She put her bra on. "Wait, do you think Gavin wanted me to become that
woman? To jump Evan the way I did?"
"The wife-woman is really happy. I can see how you'd
think it was a high." My mom's brow was furrowed. She was used to interacting with my polite friends, not blunt eighteen-year-olds like Ava.
"It was all a misunderstanding, Mom." I was relieved that the anger had left my mother. "You didn't have to let her ... you know... how I found you." My mom shook her head slowly. "Have sex?" Ava pulled on her pants. "Give him a break, Mrs. G. He's a teenager, and a hot woman jumped him. Actually, you should know that he tricked... what did you call her? The wife-woman? He tricked the wife-woman into wearing a condom. You have a very responsible son." Ava winked at me like she'd just done me a big favor.


"What a mess." My mom sighed.
"Wait." Ava pulled on her sweater and stared at me. "How does your mom know about the ring? And... what
the fuck is it?"
"Okay, that's enough excitement for one day." My mom rose to her feet and ushered Ava to the door.
"Can I borrow the ring? I want to try it with Gavin." Ava let herself be pushed out into the hall.
"No," my mom and I said in
unison.
"You stay here." My mom pointed at me.
I stayed in the open doorway. I could hear Ava pleasantly asking to borrow the ring again,
my mom asking her to keep everything a secret, and then the front door slamming.
A few seconds later, my mom called me downstairs. I found her in the kitchen, getting two hot chocolates ready. "Tell me everything," she said without looking at me.
So, I did. We sat at the kitchen
table, sipped from our mugs, and I laid out everything that had happened that day. When I was done, the kitchen fell into silence. My mom contemplated her empty mug. Outside, oranges and pinks filled the western sky.
"So... what do you think,
Mom?" It was lame, but I
couldn't handle any more
silence. I hated disappointing
her.
"I think that this is exactly what I should have expected to happen." She shook her head slowly. "The ring is
dangerous, and now you've confused poor Ava and Gavin. If only I could lock it away somewhere." "I'm sorry I brought it to school. I love Ava, and I thought..." I shrugged.


"You don't love her. This wasn't what I was talking about when I said you needed a girlfriend. She has blue hair and a boyfriend for Pete's sake." She got up, collected our mugs, and moved to the sink. I watched her butt as she slowly washed dishes. I was in love with her, too. My own mom. Yet another hottie that I would never again get with. "Are you mad at me?" I never liked that question, because what if she said yes?
She looked over her shoulder, catching my gaze on her ass. "I'm
disappointed in you,
Evan. But what did I
expect? I'm partly to blame, too. I got caught up in the wife-woman.
I wish..." Her voice
trailed away. She turned off the water, picked up a dishtowel,
and carefully dried the mugs.
"What do we do?" After the latest string of
disasters, I was very
open to suggestions.
"I don't know. We're
clearly in a pickle. The
ring is dangerous, but we can't get rid of it. I'll go visit that strange shop again. Maybe I
can talk some sense
into the owner." She sighed heavily.
"I'll go with you." I stood up, ready to be helpful.
"No, I'll go while you're at school tomorrow." She shrugged. "Other than that, stay away from Ava and Gavin.
Don't let the ring out of the house. We'll figure something out." My mom frowned at me and fished the ring out of her cleavage. I thought she was going to give it back to me, but she regarded it instead.
"Mom?"
"Back to your room, Evan. Your father will be home soon. I don't want him to know about any of this. It
would destroy our marriage. Do you understand?" Her scowl deepened.
"Yes, ma'am." I quickly retreated to my room. I had no idea what would happen next. All I knew was that the ring would be on my bedside table in the morning.


The next morning, my mom was already in the kitchen when I arrived downstairs. She was wearing some
mom jeans and a sweater, busy making herself coffee. Nervously, I approached her from behind. "About
yesterday, I'm so sorry. I didn't -"
"Your father's home," she whispered. "Don't say anything."
So, I didn't. I ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and left early for school. I didn't
know which was worse at
the moment, school
or
home. I dreaded seeing
But I
Ava and Gavin. wouldn't have to wait
long. They were in my
first-period class.
Both Gavin and Ava spent
the entire class glancing at
me. Gavin looked confused. Ava had a smirk
on her face. After class,
they cornered me in the
hall.
"I want to start off by
apologizing for the two-
forks thing. Honestly,
I
don't know why I call you
that. It's been going on for
was
so long." Gavin uncomfortably close to me.
"I was thinking we could
hang out sometime."
Ava laughed and positioned herself so that she was even more uncomfortably close to me. Her boobs pressing
against my arm. "We could both come over after school, if you're into that sort of thing," she whispered in my
ear.
My eyes went wide. I looked at Gavin. He was nodding his head enthusiastically. I cleared my throat. "I'm... sorry. I'm not really into ... that sort of thing. And my mom knows all about what happened. She's one step
away from murdering me."
"Okay, let me come over by myself then. Or you could come to my house." Ava gave me her most seductive smile. Mission accomplished. It was very seductive. If my mom hadn't been about to murder me, I would have definitely said yes.
"Hey." Gavin frowned at his girlfriend. "We're a package deal."


"No packages," I said, slipping away from Ava. "No packages, thank you." I saw Raji. "Hey, wait up." I ran
after my friend.
Behind me, I heard Ava say, "Great job. You scared him off."
Thank God it was Friday. I only had to make it to the end of the day, then I wouldn't have to deal with them
for the weekend.
I had several more interactions with Ava and Gavin. It was painfully hard to tell off Ava. I had been lusting
after her for years. But giving her the cold shoulder was made somewhat easier by the fact that she offered herself in a package deal with Gavin. They didn't even know what the ring was, and they were both desperate to become the wife-woman again. I had really fucked up by bringing the ring to school the day before.
When I got home after school, I stopped just inside the front
door to check my phone. I had a
message from Ava. It was a
picture of her topless, giving the camera a tongue-out-rocker
pose. I stared at it for a solid
two minutes, my dick rigid. The
ring was like some cursed
monkey's
paw. Ava wanted me
now, and I couldn't have her.
"Evan, is that you?" My mom called through the house.
"Yeah, Mom." I followed her
voice to her bedroom. I found
her packing luggage. "What's ... going on?" This was disconcerting.
"Pack your bags, Evan." She
glanced over at me. "We're
going on a trip for several days. You'll have to miss some school
next week."

"We are?" I was confused. This was the first I'd heard about a trip.
"Pack... your... bags." She gave me her toughest glare.
"Is Dad coming?"

"Just you and me, sweetie." She went back to organizing her suitcase. "I told your father that you were having
difficulty deciding on a college, so I'm taking you on a trip to visit campuses."
"But I'm not having trouble deciding. I'm -"
"Get... packed," she said. "And bring that ring. I don't want it unsupervised."
I was in enough trouble, so I didn't argue. At least this way Ava and Gavin couldn't show up at my house this weekend and make a scene. I packed, we said goodbye to my dad when he got home, and then we got in the car. My mom turned up the volume on NPR, so I couldn't pester her with questions. I slumped in the passenger seat and looked out the window. Was I being punished? Would I have to pick a new college now? I
felt queasy as I looked at the darkening countryside.
We drove a couple hours and
stopped at a secluded hotel on a
lake. It was fancier than the ones we usually stayed at on family trips. "What college is near here?" I helped
my mom get her bags out of the car. She certainly hadn't under-packed. "We're not looking at colleges." She frowned at me as she took her smallest bag. I carried the rest and my own bag, too.
"But you said we were." I would
have rubbed my head in confusion if
I'd had a free hand.
"I said I told your father that." She
walked through the parking lot. I
struggled behind her.
"You lied to Dad?"
She looked back at me. "Just wait
until we get to our room. Then I'll explain everything."
"We're sharing a room?" I really couldn't wrap my head around all this. Maybe because the place was so fancy
we could only afford one room?
They took our bags at the front door. I looked around at the lobby while my mom checked us in. It was certainly the nicest place I'd ever stayed in. I knew my mom and dad went to some fancy hotels by themselves
for a weekend here and there. But I'd never seen anything like this. When we got to our room, I whistled.


"You like it?" My mom still wasn't smiling. She was all business. Although, I couldn't fathom what business
she was all about.
"It's really nice. But I don't understand what's going on." I sat on the edge of the only bed in the room.
"I went to the shop today, remember?" My mother slowly started undressing. "Mom?" I watched her closely as she pulled off her shoes and jeans. Her gorgeous legs came into view. My dick sprung to attention in my pants. "What does that have to do...?" The wheels turned in my head. "I couldn't get the owner to take the ring back. But he did say that we were right. Once the person who wears the ring is as happy as the woman in the ring, the damn thing will go away." She pulled off her sweater and stood before me in her bra and panties. "That ring is dangerous. Look what it did to that poor girl, Ava, and her boyfriend." She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'm going to wear the ring this weekend, learn its
secrets, and then we'll be done with the thing."
"Why... the hotel?" I watched her remove her bra matter-of-factly. Good God, I had really missed her tits.


"I won't break your father's heart, Evan. He won't accidentally catch us in the act here." She slid her panties down her legs. "And this is a romantic spot your father and I have stayed in before. I'm hoping it will help
with everything we need to accomplish." Naked now, she held out her hand. "Now, be a dear and give me the
ring." "Sure, Mom." I fished the ring out of my pocket and placed it in the palm of her hand. "There's a box of condoms in that bag over there." She nodded her head at the smallest of her luggage. "Make
sure you always wear a rubber."
I gulped and nodded.
"And
don't let me wear the ring the whole time. Make sure I take it off." My mom hovered the ring over her finger. "Okay, here... we ... go."



Darling! We're in a hotel. Fantastic! - My mom smiled broadly. - And I'm naked, double fantastic! - She gave me a mock frown. - But you're still dressed. That won't do.
Um... yeah. I took off my shirt. Before I could get the rest off, she pounced on me and unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled in a playful frenzy.
She paused with my underwear halfway down my thighs. - Wait... we were at home. And that crazy lady tackled me. Who was she?
- Um... - I looked down at my hard dick, to avoid her eyes. It was ready to go. But first I had to think of something to say. - Um... that's the new neighbor. She's been all up in our business, remember?
My mom shook her head. - I must have forgotten. That's very Fatal Attraction. How exciting! - She gave me a mischievous smile. - She was cute. If she promises to stop stalking us, we could reward her. We haven't had a three-way in years.

- Oh... um... I think... um... - The wife-woman was so horny, I should have expected something like that. But it caught me off guard. Especially because she was still my mom, and she was saying that she wanted to sleep with my mom. My brain hurt thinking about
it.
- Wait! Why on Earth did you call her "Mom"? - My mom finished pulling off my underwear and curled up next to me, her face very close to my cock. She took hold of it with one hand and stroked gently while she waited for an answer.
- Oh... that's because we were pretending to be teenagers. Remember? - My mind raced to make up an acceptable explanation. - I was still playing our game. So, I pretended that she was my mom, and she caught us. Pretty hot, right?
-
- Strange... but hot. - She nodded her head in agreement. Apparently, she wasn't going to dig too deeply into anything. Maybe that was the secret to her happiness. She looked around at the room while pumping me more vigorously. - This is a nice hotel. It reminds me of the time we stayed in Carmel. Speaking of threesomes, that was a wild weekend without the kids.
-
Yeah. - I wished I had been there! - So, I was thinking we should get the condoms out. She frowned at me. - Condoms again? What's with you and condoms? - She held my dick tightly and pretended like she was strangling it out of frustration. She made little sounds like it was choking and then burst out giggling.


- We got interrupted last time. Let's be teenagers again. That's a fun game. - I raised my eyebrows hopefully.
- Be real, Evan. Teenagers couldn't afford a place like this. - My mom mounted me. - I'm wet and ready. Let's bang out a quick one and then go out to dinner. I'm hungry. - No! I said a little too loud.
Mom stopped before putting my dick in, looking down at me with startled What?
eyes. -
I just thought of a really... kinky game. Our pushy neighbor made me think of it. - I scooted out from under her before she could slide onto my cock. I went over to the luggage and looked for the condoms. - I don't think we've ever played this game. - I was pretty sure the wife-woman had said we hadn't ever roleplayed this. - What if you're my mom, and you've taken me out for a weekend of lust, leaving your clueless husband at home? The mom in that game would definitely want to use condoms.
- Wow! Even after all these years of marriage, you still surprise me. - She was silent while I pulled the condoms out of the bag.
What do you think? - I tossed them to her. - Ready to give your son the weekend he's been dreaming of? - I put "your son" in air quotes.

My mom let out a long, peeling laugh. - This is so dirty. Even for you. Even for us. - She held the condoms next to her face and let them fall, dangling in a line. - You're eighteen?
Yes, of course I'm eighteen. - I was eighteen, so that was easy.
- Perfect. - She laughed again, a wonderful, high trilling sound that filled me with joy. - And you've been a good boy? I mean, I suppose we've been up to mischief before this weekend, but you must have done something really good to get a weekend alone with me. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, her pussy pointing straight at me. Her lips were swollen and glistening. She tore one condom from the others and removed it from its foil packet.
- Yes... there was a girl at school who was a bad influence on me. You asked me to break it off with her, and I did. - I climbed onto the bed and took the condom from her. Slowly, I rolled it onto my dick. My fingers trembled with excitement. I was about to be in my mom's pussy again. The last few days were giving me whiplash.
- What did she do to you?
- Um... she's sort of crazy and has blue hair. - I wanted to stop talking about Ava, but I suppose I had brought it up. I should have told her I deserved the weekend because I just aced a test or something.


- I had purple hair in high school. I was wild. - My mom cocked her head at me and
gave me a curious expression. - In real life I mean. The mom in our game sounds sort
of stuck-up.
-
- Stay in character, Mom. - I rubbed the head of my dick on her pussy. It made wonderfully wet squishing sounds. - I think it's hotter if you're a little stuck-up. Don't
you?
Good point! - She wagged a finger at me. - I don't want you seeing that awesome-sounding girl anymore. You need to find yourself a quiet, goody-two-shoes for a girlfriend. Until then, you can have Mommy's pussy all you like. - She winked at
me.
- How's that? - She whispered out of character.


- Great! Except she's a little stuck-up, so she would probably say "vagina" instead of "pussy." - I pushed forward and entered her.
- Ooohhhhhhhh... note taken. - Her gaze grew distant, and she gripped the blanket on either side of her. Now bang Mommy's vagina oooohhhhhhhh... into submission. Make me a... slave... to teenage cock.
I didn't point out that a stuck-up mother probably wouldn't say any of that. I didn't want
to spend all night giving her notes on her performance. Instead, I plowed into her pussy, bottomed out, pulled almost all the way out, and slammed back in. I found a good rhythm, and soon I was banging her pussy into submission, just like she'd asked. - Mom... can I... um... hold your boobs while I'm on top. - It was such a gift to see her tits again. I needed to feel them, too.

- Yes... of course... my little angel. - Her smile was vacant as her pleasure grew. - You've
got your... teenage needs... and... ooohhhhhhhhhh... my body is here... to satisfy them. You have me... all weekend. - Mom... ugh... ugh... ugh... Mom... your boobs are... amazing. - I squeezed her tits.
They were so wonderfully heavy and pliant. I tried not to be too rough. - Ever since the first time... we had sex... I've dreamed about being back... inside you. I've... fallen in love with you... Mom. If I can have you... uh... uh... uh... then I don't even care... if I who's Ava... baby? - My mom pointed her toes at the ceiling. Her face was twisted by ecstasy.
never see Ava... again.
- Uuuugghhhhh...


- The... blue-haired... girl. - I looked down between her legs at my cock plundering her
depths. The sight nearly made my heart burst with excitement and pride. The only thing holding back my orgasm was the condom. - Oh... her... right. - She pulled me down and held my head to her chest, my cheek on her breast. - Mommy... will make you... forget all... about that... uuuggghhhhhhhh... oooohhhhhhhhhhh... you're deep... your teenage dick is so... eeeeeeeeeiii????.
??
It was a little awkward with her holding my head to her chest, but I kept humping her right through her orgasm. When she was finished thrashing and moaning, she rolled me
over, keeping my cock in her as she ended up on top.

-
-
You made Mommy... very... happy... baby. - She gave me a lazy, stoned smile,
clearly still riding the high from cumming. - Now... I'm going to show you... exactly how I created you... with your father. - The wife-woman really threw herself into a role. She dug her nails into my chest, tossed her head side to side, and undulated her hips in the most seductive, mesmerizing way. - Cum for me baby... cum for Mommy. Shit... Mom... uuuugggghhhhhh. - Even with the condom, it felt incredible. And she was so incredibly hot. I held onto the blanket and let her ride me for about ten minutes. She continued to whisper a mother's encouragement to her son, only pausing to orgasm around the five-minute mark. By the end of it, my hips were bucking up into her. - Mom... Mom... I love you... so much. - I love you... too... baby... now cum... for me. She bounced her hips. The wet
smacking sounds of our junk filled the room.
Cumming... Mom... uuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. - I saw shooting stars as I
found my blissful end.
When my orgasm finished, she settled her hips on me and leaned forward, pressing her boobs into my chest. She rested her head next to mine, and gently ran her fingers through my hair. - Wow... Evan... that was... hot. We should have... tried
that... ages ago. She was still panting. The feel of her sweaty skin pressed into mine
was sublime.

We have all weekend... to continue. - I reached up and took hold of her hand.
Carefully, I slipped the ring off her finger.
Ohhhhhh... Evan. - She rolled off me and lay on her back next to me, her leg
dangling over mine. She looked exhausted. - That was intense.
- Mom? - I said.

- Yeah, it's me. - She nodded, fanning her face with her hand. - Give me a few minutes,
and then we can get dressed and go to dinner.
Sure Mom. - I slowly removed the condom from my dick.
- I mean, go take a shower while I recover. I'll hop in after you. - She nudged me with
her elbow.
- Do you want to talk about it? - I got up and stood next to the bed. My cock softening.
We'll talk later, sweetie. - She shooed me with her hand. - I need to collect myself. Go take a shower.
Sure, Mom. - I nodded and headed to the bathroom, leaving her lying on her back with
a dazed expression on her face.
I checked my phone when I closed the bathroom door. There were several messages from Ava asking to hang out. I quickly texted her back: Staying at the Okpaze Inyan Hotel with my mom for a while. I'm not around. We're getting rid of the ring. Just forget about it. Naming the hotel was a bit of a brag, but I figured I deserved to brag a little. I turned off
my phone and put it in a drawer. I stepped into the shower and sighed. This weekend
would be amazing.


When I came out of the bathroom, my mom was wrapped in a sheet. She
leaned on the wall, waiting to use the shower. "Gosh, Evan. You can't go strutting around the hotel room naked."
"I can't?" I was showered and dry. Being naked felt good. I'd just had momentous sex, and I didn't mind strutting a little.
"I'm not the wife- woman, sweetie. You still need to
treat me like your mother." She stepped around me into the bathroom, pausing before
closing the door.
"Why did you
roleplay with the
wife-woman that
she was your mother? Do you actually ... um...?"
"I needed to get her to use a condom, Mom. I was pulling out all the stops." I smiled apologetically. I probably should have just told her I was madly in love with her. I was now hers, mind, body, and soul. But I didn't
mention it.
"Well, that was good thinking." She returned my smile. "You'll need a tie and jacket for dinner."
"I didn't pack that," I said.
"I packed your suit for you. It's in my suitcase. I'm starving, so be ready in twenty." She closed the door and took her shower.

She wasn't kidding about twenty. She quickly showered, put on her makeup and jewelry, and slipped into an elegant dress. I barely had time to figure out how to tie my stupid tie before it was time to go. We walked down the hall as mother and son, not as lovers. The ring was in my pocket.
"I've never seen that dress before, Mom." I tried not to stare at her. She looked gorgeous. It wasn't exactly a news flash, but I was quite sure she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
"I wear it for date nights with your father sometimes." My mom frowned at that. We fell into silence until we were seated in the restaurant at a table for two.
We made small talk about how nice the hotel was and how elegant some of the other diners looked. When the waiter brought us wine, he served both of us. My mom didn't say anything, so I didn't remind her that I was only eighteen. After the appetizers arrived, I could see by her serious expression that we were going to talk about the ring.

"My head is still spinning from what happened in our room." She leaned closer to me, inadvertently showing me more cleavage. I valiantly made eye contact. Why would I have to peek at her cleavage when I'd just grabbed her boobs while driving her to an orgasm? My teenage brain did some strange things.
"Did you get any insight into her happiness, Mom?" I took a tentative bite of my beet salad. I relaxed once it hit my tongue. It was delicious. I shoveled forkfuls into my mouth while she thought about my question.
"I don't know. Maybe." She raised her wineglass and gave it a pensive sip. "I'm probably out of my mind, but
I think we should do it after dinner without the ring. I need to compare."
"You mean do it do it?" I couldn't hold a stupid grin from taking over my face.

"Shh." She looked around. We had some distance from the other tables. No one was looking at us. "Yes, that's
what I mean. What do you think, am I crazy?"
"You want my opinion on this?" I raised my eyebrows. I couldn't decide what part of all this was most shocking. That she wanted to have sex with me as herself again, or that she wanted my advice.
"We're in this together, Evan." She gulped the rest of her glass and put it down. I refilled it for her. She picked it up and sipped at it some more. "I'm losing my mind. The ring is making me lose my mind." "No, Mom." I put down my fork so that I wouldn't keep shoveling the salad into my mouth. I looked deep into her liquid blue eyes. "We are in this together. I love you so much, Mom. I'm happy you want my opinion. I really am." I took a deep breath. "If you think it's a good idea to compare, I think we should. Whatever it
takes to help. We need to be rid of the ring. I know you can find that happiness."
My mother watched me closely with the wineglass covering the lower part of her face. I could tell from her cute crow's feet that she was smiling. "Can you go again after dinner? Will you be too tired?"

"I'm a teenager." I shrugged. "I haven't really found a point where I can't go again. But I guess I probably have a limit somewhere."
"Oh, gosh. You're a teenager and my son." She gulped the rest of her wine. "Let's talk about school now. I want to enjoy my dinner. Any girls without blue hair that strike your fancy?"
We talked about normal stuff for us all the way through dessert.
On the way back to our room, my mother put her arm around my waist. She leaned her head against my
shoulder as we walked.
"Dinner was excellent, wasn't it?" She gave me a squeeze.
"Yeah. It's amazing getting to share this place with you." I paused. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, sweetie." She burped demurely. To be honest, she'd had a lot more wine than me. She might
have been a little drunk.
We got to our room, closed the door, and she pulled me into her arms. I was surprised when she kissed me. But I certainly didn't fight it. We made out, standing just inside the door for what felt like forever. When the
kiss broke, we both started undressing.
"Do you want me to
keep my shoes on,
Evan?" My mom
wiggled out of her
dress. "We don't wear
shoes inside at home.
But in a hotel..." She arched an eyebrow. "Yes, please." I unbuckled my belt. "Do
you want me to keep anything on?"
"Um... all you need to wear is the condom."
My mom pulled her
panties down her long legs. "I was thinking...
um... what if we continued the roleplay
from before? So that I
can make an accurate
comparison."
"But... you are my mom." I pulled underwear. My dick
off my
sprung out into the
open.


"But I'm not your dirty mom." She took a slow, deep breath. "Not the way the wife-woman roleplayed. But I could pretend to be a dirty mom. And you could pretend... that you were in love with me."
"I do love you, Mom." I didn't point out that as far as dirty moms go, she was standing in front of her son,
wearing only her nice jewelry, bra, stockings, and high heels.
"Yes, but not like how you were pretending during the roleplay. You know what I mean." She went to grab a condom from the nightstand. I finished undressing and took a keen interest in her butt as she bent over. "Do you want to try roleplay or not?"
"Sure, Mom." I nodded. "I'll never go back to my blue-haired girlfriend after this weekend. I'll find a nice girl to date. And until I do, I get to have your pussy whenever I want, right?"
"Yes, sweetie." My mom bit her lip. She wasn't the greatest actor. I could see her searching for her lines. "You get to hump my vagina all weekend. And ... also when we get home. Um... as long as your father isn't there." She wiped her forehead like it was sweaty, but she wasn't perspiring. Not yet. "How was that, Evan?"
"Good. I really felt like you
were my dirty mother." I
nodded enthusiastically. "Since I'm such a dirty
mother, you better take me now. My vagina is wet and ready for you." She handed
me the condom, put her
hands on the wall, and stuck
her ass back. I nearly died
seeing her like that with her heels on.
I tore the foil and rolled the
condom on my dick. "In a minute, I won't even
remember Ava's name. I bet
you'll forget all about Dad
when I'm inside you." I stood
behind her and smacked her
ass with my dick.
"Don't talk about your
father." She looked over her
shoulder at me with her
brows knitted in anger.
"It's not me, Mom. It's the son
in the roleplay. That's what
he would say. They're the
dirty versions of us,
remember?"

"Oh..." Her face softened. "In that case... make me forget about your father. Make it so that I can't even remember his face. Make me... eeeeiiiiiiiiiiiii." She screeched and dug her fingers into the wall when I entered her. "Yes... yes... yes... make your mother... scream." The artifice dropped out of her voice. She didn't sound like she was acting anymore. "Make me ... only think... about... ugh... ugh... about... your penis. Oh... gosh... Evan ... I'm only ... thinking about... your penis."

"I'm... only... thinking... about... your ... pussy... Mom." I held her hips tight and smashed into her ass. There was so much happening. It was almost too much to take in. The lean muscles in her arms flexed as she pressed her fingers into the wall. The tiny muscles on her back spasmed with each thrust she absorbed. Her back arched, accentuating the curve of her lower spine. Her ass shook and rippled with the onslaught. "Are you... ugh... ugh... thinking about... Dad... now?"
"Who? Ughhhhh... ugghhhhh... uuugghhhhhhhhhhhh." Her head swung from side to side. "I don't... even know... who you're... talking about. My whole world... is my son's ... big... penis." She still didn't sound like she was acting, but those weren't my mom's words.
This put me into a frenzy. I turned us away from the wall, and walked us across the room, all the while humping her backside. It was difficult to move, so we shuffled as we smashed together. "Damn... Mom... I love... that we're doing this. You're the best... Mom... ever."
"Oooooohhhhhhhh
...
.. Evan... I'm
going to... have a
big one...
eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii.'
My mother shook
violently in my
arms as she came. I
stopped our
shuffling so we
wouldn't fall and
held her
butt
pressed to my hips. When she was
done shaking, we continued across the floor.
"We can hear you
in the hall." A
muffled woman's voice came through
the door, followed
by laughter.
My mom looked
over her shoulder
at me in wide-eyed
fear. Her lips made
a rictus.


"It's okay, Mom. People have sex in hotels all the time." I was pretty sure that was right. This was, of course, the first day that I'd ever had sex in a hotel. Still locked together, I pushed her onto the bed and got her on her hands and knees. I stood next to the bed and hammered away at her pussy.


"Oooooohhhhh... Evan." The fear in her eyes faded, and the rictus turned from fear to ecstasy. "I'm a bad ...
bad... Mom. I'm going to... have another orgasm... on your big thing." She dropped her head forward.
"I'm going
to...
ugh... ugh... cum ... too... Mom." I slapped her ass, and she shrieked, but didn't tell me to stop. So I slapped it again. "Let's ... cum ... together." "Evan... Evan... Evvvvvaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn." My mom threw back her head and came again. Despite the condom's best efforts to desensitize my dick, I came along with my mom. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh... Mom... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I blasted into the condom and fell on her back, pinning her to the bed. I could hear her squealing and grunting under me as we both rode out our pleasure. Sweaty and out of breath, we lay like that for several minutes. Eventually, she pushed me off and stood. She was wobbly on her feet. "We both need showers. Me first this time. Then, we need a good night's sleep. We'll talk about all this in the morning." She bent down, pecked me on the lips, and then marched to the bathroom. I watched her ass sway
until it disappeared.
What a first day at the Okpaze Inyan Hotel. I couldn't wait for more.




We didn't do much talking that night. My mom took her shower, brushed her teeth, and then turned the bathroom over to me. By the time I was showered, brushed, and ready for bed, she was already asleep. I turned out the lights and slipped under the covers. I wore my boxers. When I reached over, I found that she was wearing pajamas. Also, she was sleeping with an extra pillow between her knees.
As I settled myself next to her, listening to her deep, even breathing, I felt closer to her than I ever had. I hadn't had any experience with sleeping next to a woman before, but I felt that it was almost as intimate as sex. She was completely vulnerable and trusting in her slumber. I drifted off to sleep with a smile.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" I was wrenched out of a dream by a hand vigorously shaking my shoulder. "Jeez... Mom... what time is it?" I opened my eyes and saw her smiling face hovering over mine.



"Are we still playing that game?" She winked at me and swiped a hand over her face. As it passed, her smile disappeared. "Mommy doesn't want you to be a lazy-bones. She wants you to eat her pussy for breakfast."
"She... what?" My eyes widened.
"Mommy... wants you ... to eat... her pussy for breakfast." She said the works loud and slow like I was hard of hearing.
"Mom, is that you?" I looked at the time. It was five-thirty.
"I'll play your game. I'll even let you put on condoms. But you have to make me cum. I'm dying over here." She flipped onto her back next to me, pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties, and spread her legs wide. Her lips were glistening.
"I've only ever done this once." That was true. I looked at her left hand as she spread her pussy lips. She wore both my father's ring and the Missus Ring. I have no idea why she'd put it on while I was sleeping. My mom had enjoyed oral sex the first time I'd tried it. But this wasn't my mom. The wife-woman was going to wonder why I wasn't good at eating pussy. "Maybe we could have sex instead?"
"Eat... my ... pussy... Evan." She gave me a stern look between her legs. "Or so help me..."



"Okay, Mom." I got between her legs and dove in, lapping at her lips and clit. I plunged two fingers inside her and pumped.
She laughed. "I'm not an ice cream cone, Evan. Do your regular thing."
I leaned away from her pussy. "I'm only eighteen. I've only eaten pussy once before. And ... the woman liked
it then. I'm not sure what else to do." Suddenly, I wasn't very happy with the wife-woman. Nobody likes to be laughed at.
"Holy shit, you're showing real commitment to this roleplay." She laughed again. "It's like the time the kids went to your parents' for the week, and we did the Cider Frau and Apple Thief for five days."



"Yeah." I had heard about the Cider Frau and Apple Thief on the internet. For some reason, it had been popular for a few years. Actually, it did sound hot to me. I made a mental note to see if I could make it happen with my mom at some point. I went back to licking her pussy.
My mom was silent for a while. I was happy she wasn't complaining about my technique, but worried about the lack of heavy breathing or moaning. Eventually, she ran her fingers through my hair, gripped a handful, and guided my mouth to her clit. "You really are a hopeless teenager, aren't you? Bravo for commitment. I'll pretend that nobody has gone down on me in twenty years, and the sheer novelty of this is getting me off." With a painful tug she lifted me off her pussy and gave me a wink. "Ohhhhhhhhh... you love Mommy so much... you're munching pussy... without a clue what to do." She forced my mouth back to her clit.



I was insulted, but determined to make her feel something. I sucked her clit into my mouth and did my best to
please her. My fingers still worked inside of her. "Oooohhhhhh... sweetie... I can't believe... you're slurping my ... snatch." She seemed to be getting into it.
Or maybe she was pretending for the roleplay.
"Mmmmmppphhhhhhhhh." I didn't point out to her that a straitlaced mom wouldn't say 'slurping my
snatch.'
"That's it... oooohhhhhhhh... that it ... clean Mommy's box..." My mom threw her head back on the bed.
"I'm cumming... on my sweet son's... tongue."
When she was done, I lifted my face off her and looked up. She
was smiling sweetly at me. She hadn't even broken a sweat. I was ninety-nine percent sure she had just faked an orgasm.
"Want another breakfast?" She flopped off the bed. I watched her
ass shake as she skipped to the bathroom. "I'm starving." "The restaurant isn't open yet." I rolled onto my back. My cock strained at my underwear. I was
so hard it hurt. "If you're hungry,
maybe you could return the favor?"
My mom stopped in the doorway, turned around, and put her hands on her hips. "Mommy will not reward the poor showing you put
into eating her snatch. When you
improve, I'll blow you."
She
shrugged her shoulders. "Let's go
for a stroll. Get dressed."
"But Mom, I'm still hard." I pointed to my dick for emphasis.
"Well, in that case. You'll just have to walk funny on our stroll. I suggest tucking it under the waist of your
pants." She gave me a condescending thumbs-up and disappeared into the bathroom. "Hmmmm." I guess the wife-woman wasn't perfect. I thought about asking her to remove the ring. Or wresting it off her if she said no. But my mom had put the ring on for a reason. So, I decided to let her wear it
for the time being. Also, I may have been a little curious to see what sort of mischief the wife-woman would get into.



"Come along, sweetie. Mommy doesn't want anyone to see your raging boner." My mother pulled me by the hand through the lobby. She was wearing a sweater, jeans, and sneakers. I was wearing the same, but a hoodie instead of a sweater.
"Someone could hear us, Mom." I glanced around. The lobby was mostly empty this early in the day.
"True. And someone might see the outline of your giant dick. It's hard to miss." She looked over her shoulder
at my crotch. "Think how mortified your mother would be if someone at the front desk filed a complaint about
too much giant cock in the lobby."
I thought about it, blushed, and hurried up. No one seemed to notice us. "Where are we going?"



"There's a lake here, right? We'll go for a walk along the lake." She led us outside and followed signs for the lake, still pulling me along. When we arrived at the lake trail, she slowed down, breathing in the fresh air. "Oh,
my. This is pretty. You picked a nice hotel."
"You picked it. You're my mom, remember? I'm only eighteen." I followed her example and breathed in the
fresh air. A mist hung over the lake and the sky was brightening in the east. There were a few people already paddling out from the dock in their canoes. The air carried a cacophony of birdsong and an early morning chill. I pulled my hood up over my head. "I think you and Dad used to come here for weekends away."



"Oh, of course. How silly of me." My mom released my hand, and we walked side by side in silence for a
while. She looked thoughtful as she pondered the foggy lake. Eventually, she spoke. "How does it feel replacing your father in my bed?" She raised an eyebrow. "Do you get horny knowing that you can out-hump him? Does it make you hard stealing me away from him?"
"I... uh ... um..." I was so taken aback. It was part of our game she was playing, but it certainly hit the nail
on the head. I love my dad, but what she said was absolutely true.
"You're like a young gorilla pushing his way into the old silverback's territory. What once was his is now yours." She giggled and looked over at me. Her face fell into shadow as we walked into a copse of trees. "Are
you happy with what you've taken?" My mom stopped, gave me a mischievous look, and lifted her sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra. I stared at her tits. I couldn't help it.



"Yes... Mom." I nodded slowly.
"Good boy." She lowered her sweater and pushed me into the trees. We went off the trail a few feet, and she dropped to her knees on the forest floor. She lowered my pants and underwear. When my cock was out in the open, she pecked the head. "Mmmm. Precum." She licked it slowly, making eye contact with me. "You didn't really think I'd leave this poor guy hanging, did you?"
"Yes... I did." My eyes were very wide. She had worked me up into an internal frenzy. I knew I shouldn't let
her blow me in sight of the trail, but I didn't stop her.
My mom laughed, her voice cloistered by the trees. "You're a teenager. If I kept you hard too much longer,
you'd explode. We need to let some pressure out of the system." With that, she swallowed my cock.



"Ohhhhhh... Mom..." My hands hung limply by my sides. My eyes were wide in the dim, early light. She could take more of my cock down her throat than my mother could. Which was odd, because it was the same throat. She held my balls in her hand and rotated her head left on the downthrust and right on the upthrust. "Ummmmmmmm... ggggaaaackkkk." She was still making eye contact with me. It was incredible. I could see she wanted me to cum. She was going to get her breakfast after all. She blew me for five minutes before I
became aware that we weren't alone.



There was a couple standing on the trail, staring at us. In fright, I put my hands on my mom's head, like I
meant to cover up what she was doing. Of course, I didn't actually cover up anything. She kept blowing me,
and the couple continued to stare.
"M..." I stopped myself before calling her Mom in front of these people. They looked like a perfectly nice man
and woman in their twenties, out for a morning stroll.
Eventually, they seemed to get over their shock. "You probably shouldn't do that here," the woman said.
"But... good for you, dude," the man said.



Hearing their voices, my mom popped her mouth off of me. I thought she'd panic, but instead she giggled. girlfriend. Bet you wish your mom would do that for you." She winked at the man.
"Good for him indeed," she said. "I'm his mom, and I'm rewarding him for breaking up with his hussy
Both the man and the woman looked beyond shocked. Their mouths hung open. Then the woman pushed the
man down the trail.
"She's not really my mom." I called after them. "And I'm eighteen." Before I could get the words out of my mouth, my mom continued the blowjob.
I felt bad for my real mom. She was going to be so angry and embarrassed when she came back to herself. At
the same time, those people seeing us fired up my lust to even higher levels. I really was the young gorilla



taking over territory. And
having people see
it happen validated it in some strange way. My hands were still
loosely on my mom's head. I gripped her hair tighter and forced more of my dick down her throat. "You're...
so bad... Mom. I'm... uuuugghhhhhh... going to cum. Aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh." It was lucky we were in the trees, because if we'd been right on the water, I'm sure my moans would have
echoed all over the lake. I unleashed down her throat and listened to her eagerly gulp down her breakfast.



Post-nut clarity can be a bitch. I released my mom's hair and stepped backward, pulling my cock out of her mouth. She smiled up at me, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
"That was stupid. We shouldn't have done that." I shook my head. "I mean, anyone could have seen us... that. Mom is going to be livid... and mortified!"
"Jeez, Evan. Cool down. We've done way worse." She stood and frowned at me.
"Give me the ring." My half-hard dick was still hanging out in the open.
"You want... my ring?" She cocked her head at me, her expression nonplussed. "Is this another game?"



like
I leapt forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled the ring off her finger. She offered no resistance. I watched her face intently. The muscles around her jaw tightened and recognition dawned in her eyes.
"Oh, no... Evan. We didn't..." She looked down at my cock with wide eyes. "We did. I can still taste you on my tongue." She looked around to see if anyone was about. "Put that away before someone else sees."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't
know what she was planning. I thought... she just wanted me to take an uncomfortable walk." I put away my dick, bracing for her fury and outrage.
"This is my fault, Evan. I
shouldn't have put the ring on without telling you and giving you instructions." She gave me a wide-eyed glance. "We were lucky we weren't discovered by someone less understanding. We could go to jail for what we did."
"You have some ... um... of my..." I pointed to her chin. She wiped with her hand but missed the dribble of cum. I moved closer and cleaned her off with the sleeve of my hoodie.
"Thank you, sweetie." She looked tense and on edge, but
I could also see her thinking things through. This wasn't the big eruption and panic I had been expecting. "Maybe we should go back to the hotel. I don't feel like finishing the walk." Awkwardly, I took her hand. "Me either." She let me lead her back to the hotel.
We walked briskly through the lobby with our heads down. I kept waiting for someone to stop us, but we sailed right through. Neither of us said a word until we were back in our hotel room. My mom closed the door and put her back to it like there were monsters on the other side. She stared at me for several seconds.
"I'm sorry I let her do that. I should have -" I started.
"You're eighteen, Evan. I understand. It was my fault. And... I think I gained some insight." She walked over to the bed, sat on the edge, and patted the mattress next to her. "Come, sit."
"Okay." I sat next to her and looked into her eyes. Those same eyes had gazed lovingly up at me while my cock was down her throat. What a strange juxtaposition with her searching gaze now.



"Before I go on about me and the wife-
woman. I have to ask, are you okay? Was that
traumatic for you? I mean..." My mom put her hand on my thigh. "Strangers saw you with your mother in the most unnatural... ahem." She cleared her throat. "Anyway, are you okay?"
"I mean... I guess." I shrugged. If she wasn't going to freak out about it, I could get a whole new perspective on it. It was... actually, kind of hot. Or maybe I was just losing my post-nut clarity.
"Well, we're in this
crazy boat together, so
you can tell me
anything." Her smile
was stiff. "About the
wife-woman. When we were discovered by those people, the wife-woman was completely relaxed. She knew it might be a hazardous situation, but she... um... trusted herself to handle it. She knows what she wants and she just... goes for it. There are no worries about consequences because... she can handle anything. She has so much confidence. And the crazy thing is, she's working with exactly what I have." My mom ran her hand up and down her body like a gameshow hostess.
"But she wants different things than you, right?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, of course. She's so horny!" She nodded her head. "I think we're making progress here. Let's think things over and have some breakfast." She gave me a sudden startled look. "I mean, a real breakfast. What we did before doesn't count."
"Yeah, okay." My mind reeled as I tried to process everything she'd said. "Let's get changed. Just in case, so we don't match the descriptions of those perverts down by the lake."
My mother gave me a nervous laugh. "Yes, good thinking."



"Excuse me... excuse me... ma'am... can I have a word?" The manager flagged us down in the lobby.
My mom tensed next to me. Her hand gripped my upper arm. "You stay here, sweetie. I'll go talk to the man." "But, Mom..." My whole body tightened. This was definitely about the blowjob. The game was up.
"I'll handle this, Evan." She released my arm. "I'm going to do my best wife-woman impression. You stay
here."
My mother walked over to the manager. With each step she took, she seemed to relax. I'm sorry to say, that even given the situation, I stared at her ass. She looked so perfect in yoga pants.



I couldn't hear what they said, but the manager waved his hands in an agitated way. My mom smiled and spoke calmly. After a few minutes, she pulled her driver's license out of her purse and waved me over.
"Get you your driver's license and hand it to the man, Evan." She handed hers to the lobby manager.
I did as she asked. The manager looked at both licenses.
"You see?" My mother said. "I'm his mother. There is no way we could have been doing what you described. It's someone else that looks similar."
"Um... yes." The manager handed back our licenses. "Forgive me, but we have a strict policy at this hotel. And I needed to follow up."
"I'm here with my teenage son to do some bonding. Do you know how difficult that is without you embarrassing us with this? I mean, goodness. Just try to put yourself in my son's shoes. What sort of weekend will we have if he's worried that people think we're perverts?"
"Yes, I'm sorry." The manager gave me an uncomfortable look and then brought his gaze back to my mother.
"I'll hear no more about this. Do you understand? We're here to enjoy ourselves. We're your guests." My mother gave him a scathing look. It seemed she had handled things well. I couldn't guess what the wife- woman would have done
differently. "We're going to
have breakfast now."
"Of course. I'm so sorry." The manager nodded to us and
hurried away.
When he was gone, my mom
let out a long breath.
"That
was terrible and ... almost exhilarating." She turned to me. "The wife-woman isn't to leave our room again. Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am." I gave her a little salute and studied her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright.
She didn't look worried anymore.



We ate breakfast, making
small talk. It was surreal to think that the cum in her stomach was now joined by
an English muffin and a
smoothie. The food was
good. I enjoyed
avocado
toast. She pestered me more
about girls.
"Okay, other than Ava, who
do you like at school?
You're so handsome and...
um... gifted... in bed." She
leaned forward and
whispered the last two
words so that only I could
hear. "You're going to break
some hearts in your day."
"Um... thanks, Mom." I guess she would know. "I've sort of been hooked on Ava for a long time. She's so outgoing and... pretty...
and crazy." Recognition dawned in my eyes. "Sort of like the wife-woman."
Mom shook her head. "She's nothing like the wife-woman."
"You don't even know her." I frowned.
"She has blue hair, and you think she's crazy. I know enough." She shook her head slowly. "You know what
they say about crazy women. Never put your ... ahem... in crazy," She whispered.
"I know." I'd heard it before. But I was surprised my mom knew the saying. I quickly pivoted the conversation
to what I was learning in history class. We enjoyed the rest of our breakfast and headed back to our room. Once inside our room, she stood with her back against the door. It didn't look like there were monsters on the other side this time. Her expression was contemplative. I shoved my hands in my pockets. She looked so pretty, I wanted to jump her on the spot. But after everything that had happened that morning, I had no idea
where we stood with our sex experiments.
"So... what now?" I raised my eyebrows. "We could go for a walk around the lake. A real walk, I mean. Or...
a canoe ride? Or... what else is there to do around here?"
My mother smiled. She opened the door, put the do-not-disturb sign on the exterior handle, and closed it. "I think I'm learning that I need to be a bit freer with things. With... what I want."
"Okay, what do you want?" I shrugged.


"I want to continue exploring how to be rid of the ring by... spending time with my heartbreaker son." My mother slowly lifted off her top. "I want to see if when you put it inside me, I have any more epiphanies about the wife-woman. I think we're getting close." She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She carefully hung it from the door handle and turned toward me. I went stiff instantly. Seeing her naked would never get
old.
"Okay... okay... I'll get the condoms." I moved toward the nightstand.
"Wait, sweetie." My mother removed her sneakers. She lowered her yoga pants and pulled them off one foot
at a time. "If I'm being honest about what I want... um... well... I want you to feel me while we're doing it. I
know I shouldn't but... I'm trying to put what I should do, and what I want to do, into two different



categories. What do you think?" She slid her panties slowly down her long legs. Her socks were her only
clothing now.
"Yeah... okay... right." I nodded enthusiastically. "No condoms. I can pull out. No problem." She laughed. "What did I expect you to say?" She sauntered over to me and pushed me onto the bed. "I'm ready. Let's get started." She pulled off my shoes, pants, and underwear and mounted me. She held my cock under her but paused, looking down at me. "Don't ever have sex with the wife-woman unprotected. I don't
trust her."


"Yeah... okay." My head nearly rattled I nodded so hard. "Only with you, Mom." "You're such a good son... Evan ... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh." Her face changed as she lowered herself onto my cock. She went from sweet and earnest, to lost and ecstatic. Her eyes rolled and her teeth clenched. She grimaced as she lowered herself all the way. "You're such ... a gooooooooodddd son... Evan ... oooohhhhhhhh... gosh. .... so goooooooood." She grabbed my hands and placed them on her boobs. "Hold
them like you... uuuuggghhhhh... want them."



"Okay." I squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs. She leaned her head back and shrieked.
Her hips took off, undulating and pressing into mine.
"How ... does it feel? Do you like the way... I feel ... bare?" She rode me harder. "I want you... to be happy
... too... Evan."
"I'm happy
... Mom! I'm really ... happy!" I might have said those words too loud. I already knew people passing in the hall could hear us. But I didn't care. We'd hit some sort of pivot point in our extended weekend
together. I thought the morning blowjob would bring disaster, but instead, it had changed us for the better. I
was ready for whatever happened next.





"This is the best view... ugh... ugh... ugh... in the world... Mom." I held her hips and watched her ass ripple with each of my thrusts. Her pink butthole stared up at me, its unseeing stare gave me a lovely reminder that my mother was baring all her secrets for me. This wasn't the wife-woman. This wasn't some other eighteen-year-old from school. They all paled in comparison to my mom.
I'd fallen in love with her earlier, when she'd given herself to me on the first go around... before Dad almost caught us and ruined it. After that, I tried to cool my feelings. But now, I was falling harder than ever. I wouldn't trade humping Mom as she was on all fours for anything. Not even the incomparable Ava Roslin, with her blue hair, devil-may-care attitude, and pretty face. Although... I wouldn't mind seeing what Ava's butthole looked like from this view. Oh well, you can't have everything.


"You really ... like me... like this?" My mother looked over her shoulder, ecstasy and query written on her face. I tore my gaze from her ass and our eyes met. A pang of guilt hit me thinking about Ava at a time like this.
"I love... every inch of you." I tightened my grip on her hips for emphasis. My hips didn't miss a beat. "I'm .... in love... with every inch of you. I want to...! steal you from... Dad." I offered a smile to let her know I didn't
mean it.
"We're not... going there
... Evan." Her face
tightened. For a moment I thought she'd be cross with me. But then her eyes rolled upward, and her jaw went slack again. Her head lolled back and forth as she absorbed the impact of my thrusts. "This is ... what I want... for the moment... and I'm going for it... like the wife-woman would. But ... this stops... when the
ring...
uuuuuuggghhhhhhh... when the ring... 00000hhhhhhh... when the ring... maybe we'll stop... when the ring... disappears ... maybe... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." She dropped her head, arched her back, and slammed back to meet my thrusts. She was cumming again.
Watching her convulse and
writhe on my dick was too much to take. "I'm... close."
"Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she said.
"Getting... really close." I slammed into her harder. Her pussy was still tight despite all the sex we'd had at the hotel. Her body had gone loose with the orgasm. She wasn't shoving her butt back to meet my thrusts anymore. "Getting... close."
"Oooohhhhhh... ggghhhaaa... ggghhhaaa... gha... gha... oooooohhhhhhhhh." She made noises that sounded like some sort of wounded animal.
"Gonna ... cum... Mom..." I tried to remember something important, but my mind couldn't quite catch it. Something about this moment. The pleasure was too great, it clouded my thoughts.

My mother finally descended far enough from the heights of her orgasm to make more than bestial sounds. "Not... inside... Evan!" She pulled off my dick, and I released her hips. She fell on the bed and rolled onto her back. "My breasts ... finish on my breasts."
"Sure... Mom... I wasn't going to... do it... inside." I took hold of my cock and fapped, staring at her sweaty breasts as they rapidly rose and fell with each panting breath.
"Good... boy... good... boy." She stared at my penis with hunger. Maybe I was wrong earlier. Maybe this was the best view in the world.


00
"Cumming... cumming
... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh."
Still on my knees, I let loose. I sprayed my mom's tits with the first blast, and then turned my hips side to side, like
I was a fireman trying to
douse a spreading blaze.
I covered her hair, face,
boobs, belly, and hips with cum. I finished with
one long, shuddering
blast, and I fell to the
sheets next to her.
Complete bliss enveloped me.
A few seconds later, my cum-covered mother
enveloped me in a hug. "That was wild... sweetie." She wiped sperm from her eyes and
rested her head on my
chest. I could feel her
gently playing with my
foreskin. It made me shiver.
"Yeah... did it help with... you know... the ring stuff?" I felt like I was melting into the bed.
...
"Yes... I think so." She nodded into my chest, her voice soft and distant.
A thought occurred to me. "What if you could talk to the wife-woman? I mean... you know... be yourself, but
ask her questions."
"I suppose... that would help." She slapped the head of my softening cock playfully. "Are you going to put on the ring and be wife-woman for a day?" She giggled for a moment and suddenly stopped. "Oh... gosh. What would the wife-woman do with your magical, eighteen-year-old penis? She'd hump everything. That wouldn't be good."
"No, Mom. I wouldn't be the wife-woman." I thought about it. She was right. We definitely didn't want Gavin getting his hands on the ring again. No penises for a crazy horny woman possessing the body of a teenage man. "I was just thinking -"
"No." She sat up and frowned her cum-covered face at me. It was clear she had anticipated my suggestion. "No, no, no, no. No way, young man. We are not going to let another woman wear this ring. We are not ..." She squinted her eyes at me, looking directly into my soul. "You want to give the ring back to that blue-haired
girl, don't you?"


"I wasn't thinking that... exactly." I squirmed. I had always hated being interrogated by her. One might have thought that it would be easier to suffer her lethal stare while she was naked, sweaty, and bathed in my sperm. But it wasn't. "I was just... thinking."
"Whatever you were thinking, you can shove it right up you know where, young man. This is my burden to bear." She crossed her arms.
"I thought you liked what we're doing. It's a burden?" I pressed my lips into a thin line.
"Look at me." My mother got off the bed and twirled in a quick circle. She waved her hands at her body. "Look at me. I'm covered in my son's stuff. I've just had the best sex in my life. I've taken you to the hotel where your father and I used to spend romantic weekends... to cheat on him. I'm insane. I've gone insane. 

And yes." She stamped her foot. "I like it. I like the freedom. I like going for what I want. I like feeling you all
up in my business." She put a hand on her belly, showing me the depths my cock had hit. "I'm insane, and I like it. It's a burden. My life was normal before that ring. Do you think it will ever be normal again? Do you think mothers should parade around in front of their sons like I'm doing?" She did just that. She marched with her knees high back and forth across the carpet. As shocked as I was by her diatribe, I didn't miss that her ass looked especially hot while she was doing that. "It's a burden. I love it. I hate it. And I wouldn't wish it on any other woman."
"Um..." Okay, so I might have been a little worried for her sanity. "But... I thought you said things would go
back to normal when the ring went away." I stared at her with wide eyes. I wasn't sure if she would explode


further, or if she'd gotten it out of her system. She didn't seem angry. Just frustrated and manically happy at
the same time. Is happy-frustrated a thing?
"You're not upset by any of this, are you? You like... frolicking under the sheets with your mother." She sat
on the edge of the bed and let out a long exhale. Her body relaxed.
"We were on top of the sheets, Mom." My smile returned.
She leaned over and slapped my knee playfully. "Stop that.... goofball." She leaned closer and kissed my knee.
She then kissed her way down my thigh.
"What are you doing?" I watched her tenderly plant little kisses on the inside of my thigh. Then she was gently making out with my balls. She never looked prettier than when her full lips were touching my overripe,
wrinkly sacks.


"I'm... bearing... my... burden... Evan. Deal ... with... it," she said between kisses. "Wow... Mom..." I watched her lovingly suck one of my balls into her mouth. She was definitely manic. As I
watched
her spit out my ball and vacuum life into my cock with her mouth, I decided I could live with a
slightly off-her-rocker mother.
Soon enough, I was hard again, and her cum-coated hair bounced as she gave me an energetic blowjob.
}



"Well,
hello, mister. You clean up nice."
My mom gave me a smile. We were we'd dressed up nicely for dinner with
freshly showered. We'd missed lunch, so
the same outfits as the night before. She straightened my tie and tapped my nose with her finger. "Men are so funny. You've seen my free-range boobs all day
and still you can't stop staring at my
cleavage."
"Sorry, Mom." I met her gaze. "Oh, and you blush, too. After everything
we've done, I catch you checking me out
and you blush." Her gentle laugh cascaded around the room. "You know
what?" "What?" I watched her closely. Her eyes
looked a little wild.
"I feel happy. Really, really happy." She
kissed my cheek and then made a big show of wiping off the lipstick she'd left
on my skin with a tissue. "I'm getting
close." She sounded like me when I was
about to cum.
"Hmmmmm?"
"I think it'll happen tonight," she said.
"You'll make the ring disappear?" I raised my eyebrows. She nodded, looped her arm in mine, and we walked
out into the hall. "We're booked at the hotel for a few more days, right?"
"Yes, sweetie." She nodded. We walked down the hall arm-in-arm.
"If we make the ring disappear tonight, can we still stay here? I mean... you know..." A cloud of worry
stormed into my mind. I wasn't ready for this to be over.
"We'll see..." She squeezed my arm and released it. I could guess that she didn't want the lobby manager to see us walking like lovebirds. We passed through the lobby and were seated at the restaurant.
It was early in the evening, and it wasn't crowded. But I couldn't focus on anything but my gorgeous mother
and the dinner. I was hungry from all the exercise I'd had today with no lunch. The food was delicious and
plentiful.
My mother eyed me as I ordered thirds. "I guess you need to refuel for tonight." "Honestly, I thought I was going to pass out during the last time we..." I looked around to see if anyone was listening. I spotted something I did not expect.


My pulse quickened, and my heart dropped in my chest. Two tables over sat a lovely young woman with blue
hair. She smiled and waved at me. I stared at her with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what Ava was doing at the hotel. We were way too far out of town for this to be a coincidence. She was wearing a normal dress for her, nothing fancy. Her table was set for one. It didn't look like she was on a date with Gavin. She waved
again, like I hadn't seen her the first time. I waved awkwardly back.
"What is it, Evan?" My mom turned her head and scowled. "What is she doing here?"
"I don't know." I spoke the truth.


Ava stood, took her wineglass with one hand and pulled her chair over with the other. "Wow, funny seeing you here. Mind if I join?" She sat and looked back and forth between me and my mom. "What's up, bitches?"
She held up her wineglass for a cheers. We didn't respond, so she clanked her glass against ours one at a time.
"You're too young to
drink wine." My
mother's frown
deepened. She looked
at me. "Did you invite
her? Tell me the truth,
Evan Mitchell
Gosling."
"I swear, I didn't." I shook my head
adamantly.
"They didn't card me,
Mrs. Gosling." Ava
shrugged. "At
eighteen, I think I'm
old enough for a glass
of wine."
"Then what is she
doing here?" My
mother's happiness
had vanished. Her stare went right
through me. It was
full of cold wrath.
"I don't know." I
shrugged and sank
deeper into my seat.
"So, what are we going to talk about?" Ava's voice had a chipper lilt. She happily ignored the tension between
mother and son. "How about... jewelry?" She looked at my mother's hands closely. "I love your wedding
ring, Mrs. G. Got any other rings lying around?"
I shrank further from my mother's scathing gaze. If looks could kill, that lovely restaurant would have been a
crime scene.


"So, what sort of mischief have you two been getting up to?" Ava smiled innocently at my mother. "I've been here all day, and this is the first I've seen you. Just chilling in your room? Some mother-son bonding perhaps?" She sipped her wine.
"That's enough, Ms. Roslin." My mom furrowed her brow, narrowed her eyes, and her cheeks reddened. If I could have, I would have run for cover. Instead, I sunk lower in my seat. "It's not what you think."
"I think you brought
your son here..." Ava looked around
to make sure no one
was listening.
Satisfied, she leaned forward, exposing more cleavage. I must confess that I peeked. Maybe I
took more than one peek. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I think you brought him here to try out the ring. You needed to go where your
better half wouldn't catch you. I think you've been up in
your room boinking like rabbits all weekend. Tell me
I'm wrong."
"You're wrong." I
was pleased and surprised with how
steady my voice
sounded.
"You're wrong." My mother pressed her lips together, leaned forward, and stared at Ava. I could practically see the steam shooting from my mom's ears. "Leave this table at once, young lady," Mom hissed.
"Or you'll tell my boyfriend that I've been putting on a magic ring and humping Evan?" Ava shrugged. "I don't care if he knows."
"Where is Gavin?" I said.
"Is this blackmail?" My mom hissed. "You can't tell my husband. He wouldn't understand."


Ava put her hand to her chest, looking affronted. She chose to answer my mother's question.
"This is not
blackmail. I would
never ruin a
marriage. Although, if your husband is all hung
up about you sleeping with other
people, maybe you
should rethink
things."
"What... do...
you... want?" My
mom said through gritted teeth.
"Your husband doesn't understand the situation. But I
do." Ava leaned
back and relaxed.
She chugged the
rest of her wine
and smiled at the
waiter. She waited for him to refill her glass and leave before continuing. "I understand perfectly what it's like to be the ring lady. I can see you're confused about everything. Let me help."
"Check please." My mother waved at the waiter and scowled at me. "You said that thing about talking to the wife-woman and ... now this? I'm not a fool, Evan Mitchell Gosling."
"Uh oh, Evan. She used all three names." Ava smiled at me. For the first time in my life, I didn't feel kindly toward her. She looked at my mother. "I don't know what you think is going on, but I'll show you." Ava went back to her original table, retrieved her bag, and pulled out her phone.
The check came and my mom signed off. She stood to leave. I could see I was in for the silent treatment now. That would change when we got back to our room. She'd really let me have it. In a strange reversal from not long ago, I didn't want to go back to our room. I stayed seated.
"Evan... now." My mom nodded at the door.
"Here." Ava handed my mom her phone.


My mom read the message. "Staying at the Okpaze Inyan Hotel with my mom for a while. I'm not around. We're getting rid of the ring. Just forget about it." She looked over at me with a softer expression. I exhaled. Suddenly, Ava was back in my good graces.
"He told me off." Ava nodded. Her face unusually earnest. "You can scroll, Mrs. Gosling, but that's the last message. He probably shouldn't have mentioned the name of the hotel. But he didn't know how determined I am to... um... see this trough."
"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions, Evan." My mom wasn't relaxed enough to smile, but her glance conveyed contrition. She handed Ava back her phone. My mother stood straighter. "Evan and I are going back to our room to get some rest. I hope we won't see you again tomorrow." She turned and headed for the exit.


Hurriedly, I got up and followed her.
Ava quickly tossed some cash on her table and hustled after us. "Wait ... wait... Mrs. Gosling. Remember what I said about being determined?"
"Goodnight, Ms. Roslin." My mother hurried her steps and waved for me to keep up.
"I think you better go, Ava." I shrugged at her as we quickly traversed the lobby.
My mother was in heels, and I don't think she wanted to jog back to our room.
Ava did jog and headed us off in the hall. When she stood in front of us, my mom and I came to a halt. There
was no one else in the hallway.
"Look... I'm not leaving until I get one more chance with the ring. I'll camp outside your room all night." Ava held her arms wide like she was defending us in basketball.
"You will not." My mother shook her head. "You're drunk. You'll go to your own room and sleep it off."
"I can't afford a room in this place." Ava laughed. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I'll drive home."
My mother turned to me. "You like this girl? She's trying to manipulate
us."
"Mom!" I put my hand on my
face.
"Awwww... Evan Gosling has a crush on me?" Ava's laugh
turned into a giggle. "Don't worry, Mrs. Gosling, all the boys have crushes on me."
My mother crossed her arms and stared Ava down for a long time, tapping her foot as she thought.
"You can wear the ring in our room. But nothing..." She
lowered her voice."... nothing sexual. We'll ask the wife-woman some questions. You'll take the ring off. Then
you'll hang out in the lobby until you sober up. Deal?" Ava's smile could have launched a thousand ships. "Deal!"

"I feel like it's Christmas morning." Ava stood in our room, holding the ring and gazing at it lovingly. My mom never looked at the ring that way. But maybe my mom wasn't as used to chasing the next high as Ava was. "Here goes." Ava slipped on the ring. Her body stiffened and relaxed. A broad smile parted her lips when she saw me. She then looked to my mother and frowned. "You ... invited the crazy neighbor to our hotel room?" She shrugged. "No offense, crazy neighbor."
"My name is Mrs. Gosling." My mom frowned at her and folded her arms.
"My name is Mrs. Anelar." Ava mimicked my mother's folded arms.
My mom and I exchanged a glance. The wife-woman has a last name.


"So, did you come to murder us or what?" Ava moved next to me and placed her arms around me
protectively.
"I... um... have some
questions for
you." My mom
watched Ava's
hands grip my
chest. "Get
your hands off
him." "He's my
husband." Ava brushed my tie
over my
shoulder and dug her nails
into my shirt.
"He's my son."
"
My mom gave me a look that
said
uh, oh.
Perhaps we
should have
planned this
better.
"Oh, you sly
dog." Ava took
hold of my tie
and spun me
toward
her. She
held the tie
tightly, pointing with her other finger at my nose. I could smell the wine on her breath. "You got the nosy
neighbor to play along with this kink? You really are going full bore on the mommy stuff lately." She eyed my mother speculatively. "You know, I can see why you picked her. You two do have a resemblance." She kissed me while making eye contact with my mom and pulled back. "You got me drunk and sprung her on me. What a masterful plan. I say, yes! Let's do it." She kissed me passionately, running her fingers through my hair. "Stop ... stop kissing him. You're supposed to be answering questions." My mother took a step toward us and stopped. I could tell she didn't want another wrestling match with Ava. If we started fighting with the wife- woman, she wouldn't answer any of our questions. "Stop her, Evan."

"Mmmmmppphhhhhhh." I
never closed my eyes
during the kiss, even
though Ava Roslin's tongue
was down my throat. I watched my mother's face
darken out of the corner of my eye.
"Mmmmmmmpphhh." I pushed Ava away. "No...
that's not why I invited
Ava.
Mrs. Gosling over," I said to questions for you. She's
"She has some
been re-evaluating her life, and she really admires you.
It turns out that's why she's
stalking us. You just have to answer some of her questions, and... she'll go."
I raised my eyebrows at my
mother. She nodded toward
me with pride. I'd nailed that adlib.
"Yes, just a few questions,
Mrs. Anelar." My mother
forced a smile onto her face.
"What's your first name, dear?"

Ava looked back and forth between us. "The mommy thing was better. This other fantasy is...
stupid." She
stalked toward my mother, her hips swaying.
"Evan?" My mother backed up.
I didn't know what to do, so I stayed rooted to the floor.
"You do look an awful lot like Evan." Ava prowled after my mother. "He brought his mother to our little love
nest because she's so uptight, and he needs his wife to loosen her up. Is that it?" Ava turned her head and
winked at me.
"Evan?" Mom raised her voice. She backed into a wall.
"What year were you born, Mrs. Anelar?" I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"You should
know. You
married me, Mr.

Anelar." Ava
leapt at
my
mother
and
corralled her in
her arms.
"Ssshhhhhhh...
sssshhhhhhhhh ... Fania is here.
Your son needs
me to loosen you
up so that he can
have his
way
with you." She
kissed
my
mother's cheek
and pressed their
boobs
together.
My mother's
backside was
firmly against
the wall. "Oh,
she's trembling.
What great
acting. You
?
always do pick
the very best
women, Evan."
"Evan, control
this tramp." My
mother was stiff
turning her face
away from an
onslaught of pert
little kisses on
as a board,
her jaw and
neck.
"Do you want me to tackle her, Mom?" I took off my jacket and readied myself in case she said yes.
"No... not yet. Let's try to reason with her. We need answers. I'll ... make her listen to me." My mom's face was very red as Ava kissed her way down her chest. "Stop that... Fania ... I really am Evan's mother ... and you have to stop... doing that. Please ... just tell me ... why you're so happy. Fania... please? No... you may
not lower my dress. I told you not to... Fania... Mrs. Anelar... are you listening to me? Not my bra...
00000hhhhhhhhhhh... now you've done it."


I stood with my mouth agape. Ava was sucking my mother's nipple and from the expression on my mother's
face, the wife-woman had real skill. Or Fania Anelar, I corrected myself. I would have to look that name up.
Maybe we could find her out in the real world.
As I was thinking through next steps, my mother's hands reached out to the wall, and she dug her nails in.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh... my... you can't do that too... I'm married... and my son is standing right there. No ...
don't... not that... ooooohhhhhhhhh."
I couldn't see what Ava was doing because her body was in the way, but my mom widened her legs, and her
eyes went round as saucers. It was pretty clear that Fania was now fingering my mom while sucking on her tit.


"Should I tackle her now, Mom?" I suppose when you play with fire, you're likely to get burned. Mom and I
should have known.
"Not... yet... uuuugggghhhhh... Evan... I think... I've got this... under ... control." My mom was now
humping herself up against Ava.
I was pretty sure we had absolutely nothing under control. But if Mom wanted to get fingerbanged by Ava-
freaking-Roslin, I wasn't going to get in the way. My erection pulled at my pants, wanting desperately to be set loose. I stood and stared, because I didn't know what else to do.


"Oooooohhhhhhhh... nooooooo... Evan... Evaaaaaannnnnn... she's going to make me... she's going to... make meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" My mom was still pressed up against the wall. Ava's mouth was clamped to my mom's tit. Even though I couldn't see Ava's fingers, they were obviously plunging in and out of my mom's pussy. My mother's legs were spread, shaking uncontrollably. I stood in awe. The wife-woman, or Fania as we had just learned, was a maestro at strumming a woman to climax.
I had several thoughts as my mother's words turned into incomprehensible screams. One, this was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. My crush was possessed by a sex maniac, and my mother was letting her have access to her closely guarded goods. Two, I needed to learn from Fania. I wanted to be able to make my mom go crazy with just my fingers. Three, I needed to release my dick and fap like never before.


"Mom... can I touch myself?" I stepped back to the bed and sat on the edge of it, watching my mother cum. "Eeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," was my mother's only reply.
"We can still hear you in the hall, lady." A woman's voice came through the door. My mom didn't react. I don't think she heard the woman.
Ava didn't act like she cared. She spit out my mom's nipple and gave me a devilish smile. "You need Mommy's permission?" She laughed, lowering herself to her knees as my mom convulsed against the wall. "I don't think your precious uptight mother is going to be able to respond for quite a while, so you have my permission. Fap away, Evan. And watch as I break your sweet, repressed mother."
"Ohhhhh... nooooooooo." My mom heard that apparently. She looked down at Ava with a mixture of fright and lust. When Ava's mouth clamped on my mother's pussy, the fright vanished, and my mom clutched Ava's blue hair. My mom's right eyelid fluttered, and her eyes rolled back.
"Mom... are you okay?" I lowered my pants and underwear. If she wanted me to, I would still tackle Ava and wrestle away the ring. But my mother didn't ask for that. She didn't ask for anything. As I started fapping, she did open her eyes wide. Ava held my mother's ass cheek with one hand, and she had clearly just stuck a finger up my mom's butt with the other. "Mom?" I said.

"Oooohhhhhhhh... Gosh... I never... I nneeevvveeerrrrrrrrrr... I... iiieeeeeeeeeeeeee." And my mom was cumming again.
I sat there and fapped while Ava had her way. Ava munched my mother to three more orgasms before she backed away and let my mother slide down the wall. My mother sat on the floor, with her legs spread, and her head lolling to the side. Her eyes were dazed and distant. It looked like she'd been dosed with some powerful drug. There was a puddle on the carpet between her legs where her pussy was gushing.


Ava smiled at me, her face glistening. "What do you think of your new and improved mom?"
"Did you ... really break her?" I was almost ready to cum.
"Mrs. Gosling. Hello? Mrs. Gosling, how are you feeling?" Ava waved a hand in front my mother's face.
My mom only grunted in reply.
"Yep, she's broken." Ava laughed and turned back to me. "Oh, my sweet husband is about to cum, isn't he? A wife's work is never done." She crawled over to me, discarding her dress along the way. She parked herself on the floor between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. In no time, her head was bobbing, and her hands were massaging my balls.

"Oooohhhhhh... damn... that's good." I arched my back. I was about to cum from Ava Roslin's blowjob right
in front of my mother. Although, I don't think my mom was paying much attention. "Cuummmiiinnngggg... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." It was my turn to grab Ava's hair and cum into her mouth. My hips jerked as I unloaded down her throat. I could hear her greedily gulping my cum.
When I was done, I fell back on the bed. I let Ava finish cleaning me up with her mouth.
A minute later, Ava sat on the bed next to me and rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm the only one that hasn't gotten any. Do you need to ask Mommy's permission to fuck your wife?" She glanced at my mom and gave her a mocking frown.


"Mom... can I... you know...?" I let Ava undress me as my mother's eyes turned slowly toward us. She
sluggishly shook her head. I guess she wasn't ready for words yet.
"Please?" I said. I was naked now. Ava wore nothing. She mounted me and looked over her shoulder at my mother. "Say yes, Mommy dearest. If
you say yes, I promise to teach him how to do what I just did to you."
My mother's eyes went round. Her gaze darted between Ava and me. She nodded slowly. "One... time... and finish... outside."


"Okay, I get it about the condoms now. It does make it kind of hot to think about you knocking me up. Can
you imagine having another kid at our age?" Ava giggled as she guided my cock into her pussy. "Damn... I
feel tight
today."
"We're not ... ugh... ugh... going to have... another... kid ... Fania." I looked up at Ava's beautiful, twisted face as she rode me with short, fast thrusts. The snark had gone out of her eyes. Her gaze went right through me. Her lips twisted with pleasure.
"Evan... maybe now would be a good time for a condom." My mother was sitting up straighter. She pulled
her legs together and lifted her dress back up over her boobs. "We can't risk it. Not for your sake and Ms.
Roslin's."
"Quiet... Mrs. Gosling." Ava looked over her shoulder at my mother, glaring at her. "You're ruining the mood. Be good, or I swear I won't teach him how to do that thing I did with my finger on the roof of your
pussy."
I looked around Ava's bouncing tit at my mother on
the floor. I had a lifetime of
experience that told me she wouldn't let herself be bossed around. I couldn't imagine
she would take orders from a
blue-haired eighteen-year-
old, possessed or otherwise. But to my surprise my
mother didn't demand I put
on a condom.
"Can you really... teach him
how to do that?" My mother
said.
Ava leaned in close to me,
sweat and my mother's cum dripping down her nose in little droplets. She shifted her hips to a grinding motion. "Like you don't... already know how to... do that," she
giggled.
"I'm only a ... teenager... remember?" I smiled up at
her.
"Ohhhhh... right... how old are you supposed to be again?" Her hips moved faster. I think Fania liked the
fantasy she thought we were playing.
"Eighteen," I said. "Ughhhhh... without much experience with ... girls."


"Really?" She patted my cheek. "A handsome... young ... man like you. I would have... thought... you'd be breaking plenty of hearts... and pussies." Ava chuckled, but her laughter quickly died away when ecstasy seized her again. She dropped her lips next to my ear. "I'll pretend ... to teach you... to hit her g-spot. We'll be
opening... a lifetime of pleasure... for your mom." It was all a joke to Fania, but I was beyond eager. What she said in jest was true. If I had the key to that lock, I'd be able to spread my mother's legs whenever I wanted. Even after the ring was long gone. My mother had already been softening her stance on what might happen between us once we'd sent the ring packing. Now, I could see all sorts of heavenly opportunities ahead. "Sure... Fania ... you can walk me ... ugh... ugh ... ugh ... through it."
Ava rose up, arched her back, and smiled. Still undulating her hips, Ava looked over at my mom. "Of course
... I can teach... your dear son ... how to please you. With his fingers... and I'll give him some pointers ... on
how to use his dick... too."
My mother stared at her with wide eyes. She was chewing on her bottom lip. "Okay," was all she said.
"I want you to get yourself ready... ooohhhhhhh... for the lesson." Ava switched from grinding to bouncing. I watched her amazing tits dance. She was still looking at my mom and not at me. "Ready?" My mom glanced at me and then back to Ava. I couldn't ever remember seeing my mom look this
unsure of herself. I kept expecting her expression to darken and the mother I knew and loved to start bossing us around. But it didn't happen.
"Touch yourself... Mrs. Gosling. Touch yourself... while I fuck... your son." Ava turned back to me, confident that my mother would follow her instructions without any need for supervision.
I supervised Mom anyway. It was just too
delightful to see her nervously spread her legs again. Hesitantly, her hands went down
to her pussy. We made eye contact while she began masturbating. Her eyes seemed to be pleading with me for something, but she didn't say what.
"Is she ... ahh... ahh... ahh... doing it?"
Ava bounced on me harder, her fingernails
digging into my chest. "Yes..." I nodded and broke eye contact
with my mom. I looked up at Ava's
enthralling
face.
"That's good... oooohhhhhhh... that's really gooooooood." Ava's eyes rolled up. "You always... pick the very best... women ... for our games... ooohhhhhhhhhh." She squeezed her eyes tight and lost her rhythm,
flopping on top of me. Ava was cumming.
"Remember to finish outside." My mom's voice was strained. I looked at her as Ava's climax passed. My
mother had pulled her dress back down and was rolling a nipple between her fingers. Her other hand was
rubbing her clit in tight, rapid circles.


"Don't worry... Mom... I got this." But of course, I didn't have it. Fania was in control of all three of us. If she
wanted me to cum inside of Ava, I wondered if I would be able to resist. But I wouldn't have to wait long. Ava was bouncing on me again and driving me to the edge. A few minutes later, I was ready. "Gonna ... cum ..."
"We... uuugghhhh... need to keep... Mommy... happy." Ava jumped off me, grabbed my cock with her and jerked me over the finish line. I erupted all over her pretty face, blue hair, and extended tongue. I really Ava I was cumming on, but seeing her like this was the fruition of so many wet dreams.
hands,
know
it
wasn't
My mind nearly
exploded.



When I returned to myself, my chest was heaving for air. Ava was smiling at me, her face plastered. "Eeeeiiiiiiiiiii." My mom came watching us from the floor, her hand still moving between her legs. Seeing her pleasure herself was enchanting. When she finally calmed down, we stared at each other.
"Should I ... remove the ring, Mom?" I raised my eyebrows. Ava ignored us, she was toying with my deflating
cock.
"Um... well... I think we're making progress ... Evan." My mother wiped sweat from her brow and stood on
shaky legs. She removed her heels slowly. "Let's see what we can learn from Fania."
"Okay." I
nodded earnestly. This was going to be a long night.


All three of us were on the bed. Ava wore nothing but the ring. Mom still wore her wedding ring and stockings. I didn't have anything on. I breathed deeply. The pungent smells of sweat and our commingled cum filled the room. The scent drove me wild.
My mother lay on her back, biting her lower lip and staring nervously down at me. I was shoulder to shoulder with Ava between my mom's legs. She was pointing out various parts of my mother's pussy, giving me an anatomy lesson.
"And do you know where her clit is?" Ava was using an overly didactic voice. The wife-woman, Fania, was obviously enjoying the slow lesson, making my mom wait for her next orgasm.
"It's here." I put my index finger on the beautiful little button in front of me.


"Oh... gosh,"
my mom said.
"Head of the class." Ava giggled to herself. "Now, you can make her go off big time, even squirt, just by rubbing that little boss. But after giving your mom's pussy a thorough tune-up, I think her g-spot is where it's at. She'll be putty in your hands, Evan." She leaned her head against mine and whispered, "How old are you supposed to be again?"
"Eighteen." I ran my fingers gently along the inside of my mom's thigh. That made her shiver.
"Right. So, stick a finger inside your mother. Slowly... slowly." Ava nodded as she watched me work. "Since you're eighteen, I assume you still have homework on weeknights. If your mom is nagging you about math or something, just do what I'm about to show you, and she'll forget all about it."


"I don't nag him." My mom glanced at Ava.
"Sometimes you do, Mom." I shrugged.
"That's what all moms say, Mrs. Gosling." Ava gave her a smug smile. "If she wants you to practice piano, but you don't feel like it... g-spot. If she wants you to do the dishes... g-spot. Basically, this is your get out of jail free card."
"I don't play the piano, Fania." I wasn't receiving any instruction, so I gently ran the inserted finger over the ridges in my mom's pussy. Her eyes lost their focus when I did that.
"No piano?" Ava kissed me on the cheek. "You're usually so good at improv, darling. Remember, it's always 'yes, and', okay?"
"Yes, and I love that we're having a conversation while I'm stroking the inside of Mom's pussy." I laughed. "Ohhhhh... Evan." My mom leaned her head back on the pillow, gripping the sheet on either side of her hips. "This is... surreal."

0

"Now, every woman is different. So, what I'm teaching you won't be right for everyone. Fortunately, when I broke your mother a little while back, I got a good read on how her pussy works." Ava's voice was loud and clear, she was clearly performing and not actually teaching. She thought I knew what I was doing, but my finger was deep in a mystery at the moment. Ava continued. "Now, reach up toward her belly button and stroke along the ceiling with a come-hither motion. Good, good. Watch her face. See how her eye is twitching and her lips are twisted? Experiment with it. Try slightly different spots. Keep a nice steady rhythm. There! Did you see that? Your mother's eyes crossed. Put a little more pressure on that spot. Don't stop the beckoning
motion." "Uugggh... sssnnnnoooocck!" My mom jerked and snorted like a pig. She lifted her feet into the air and moved them in little, desperate circles. Her eyes crossed even more. She seemed to be staring at her own nose. "Oooohhhhhhh... gosh... Evan... you found it... you..."


"Keep going. Damn, she looks hot writhing around like that." Ava giggled. "Can you imagine if you could do this to your real mom? Make her give you stupid expressions like that?" She pointed at my mom's face. I had to admit, my mother did look mentally challenged and it was spectacular.
"Yeah, I can imagine." I kept stroking that spot at the ceiling of my mom's pussy, refining my technique by judging her reactions to finger placement and movement. "Ohhhh... Evan... uuuuggghhhhh... ggghha... uugh... you're going to make me ... uuugghhh one." Mom pointed her toes at the ceiling. Her boobs jiggled on her chest as her whole body shook.
... a big
Ava kissed the inside of my mom's thigh and then sucked. I don't think my mom noticed that she was getting
a hickey. I doubted she would like that very much. How would she explain that to my dad when we got
home?
"Fania... no hickeys. Mrs. Gosling is married, remember?" I nudged her with my shoulder.
Ava pulled her mouth away from my mom's leg. "Oops. I forgot. Might be too late." She snickered. "I don't
think she noticed."
"No, I don't think -" I said.

"Finger out! She's
about to squirt. Let her
spray!" Ava sat up
and clapped her hands.
"Oooohhhhhhhhhh... oh... ooohhhhhhhhh
.." My mother was
howling, her hips
jerking on the bed.
I removed my fingers
and stared at her
pussy. I barely
had
time to close my eyes before the first spray
hit my face. My
mother's warm cum
was quickly all over
back and
me. I pulled let her squirt on the
bed instead.
laughed
Ava and I
with delight
my eyes
as I wiped clean. My mom continued to howl.

"Oooohhhhhh... oooohhhhhh... ooohhhhh... ooohhh... ohh." My mother's legs slowly lowered back to the
bed. Her white-knuckled grip on the sheets loosened. Her gaze focused, and she looked at us. "Oh... Evan ... you're a mess. Did I do that?"
"Yeah... Mom." I nodded, still chuckling.
"You're a squirter, Mrs. Gosling." Ava smacked her on the thigh where the hickey was forming.
"Congratulations."
"I... never... oh my..."
." My mother gave me a dazed smile.
I fell on my side, still chuckling. Ava smacked my butt and howled with mirth.
"We can still hear you in
the hall." A woman's
muffled voice came
through the door.
"We're laughing, we're
not cumming, bitch." Ava yelled back at the
woman.
That made us all laugh
harder. When we finally recovered, my mother
got us all water, and we
sat on the edge of the
bed in a line, drinking
ourselves.
and collecting "So, what's next?" My
mother sat to my left with her elbows resting on her thighs. Her body
language looked tired,
but her eyes were bright
as she glanced at me.
"You're still hard,
Evan."
"How could I not be?
This is the best day of my life." I smiled at her.
"Pretty sure the best day of your life was our wedding day." Ava said to my right. "Or maybe the time you got
me those Swedish models for my birthday. Those guys were so tall... and hot. Oh, or maybe it was the time
we talked that married attorney into a three-way in her office ... and she dropped the case against us." "Wow... we've had some crazy times." I nodded thoughtfully.
"So... um... what's next?" There was hope in my mother's voice.


"Hmmmmm." Ava rubbed her chin. "I guess I have to give your teenage son pointers on how to hit your g- spot with his dick. Ava gulped the rest of her water, stood, and put her glass back in the bathroom. She came
back into the room and stood with her hands on her hips. "I bet you like doggy, don't you, Mrs. Gosling? I bet
your lover sometimes hits that special spot with your ass in the air."
My mother's checks turned crimson, but she nodded.
"I'll show you a surefire way for Evan to nail that spot." Ava looked at me and waited. "What? I don't know. I hardly have any experience with girls." I stood and jogged in place, my dick bouncing
wildly. "But I'm ready for whatever."
"I feel like I should have a chalkboard for this." Ava giggled. She took the water glass from my mom, put it on the nightstand, and stood my mom up. She then had her lie flat on the bed with her legs hanging to the floor. "Now... straighten your legs a little. Yes... like that. Damn, you have a nice ass, Mrs. Gosling. I could bounce quarters off it. She slapped my mom's ass, and my mother let out a squeal.


"Now, I'll explain this clearly for your horny, teenage brain." Ava winked at me. "Put your feet on the floor
next to the bed on either side of her... farther apart... yes... now squat... hold her hips... here... I'll help
you put it in." Ava took hold of my cock.
"Ready, Mom?" My mom did have a gorgeous ass. And it was all mine. At least for the extended weekend. Although... I might have to share with the wife-woman. I smiled at the thought. "Yes... sweetie." My mother's back was tense. The small muscles around her shoulders were bunched. She
was gripping the sheets again, her lithe arm muscles also
taut. "I'm ready. Hit that spot
- please."
"You'll want to arch your
back, Mrs. Gosling." Ava
pushed my dick into my
mom's pussy and stepped back. "No, Mrs. Gosling, push your belly into the mattress. Yes, that changes the angle of your hips. Good. Now, Evan, slapped my butt to spur me on. It worked. I pushed into
plow your mom." She
my mother with little
resistance. All the sex that
weekend had really loosened her up. She was a sloppy, squelching mess as my hips found their rhythm. Her
pussy made the most
wonderful damp noises.
"Oohhh... I'm sorry... about
sweetie." My
the sounds... mother's voice was strained.
"I like them." I grabbed her hips and tried to angle my dick toward the roof of her pussy.
"Never apologize for a queef, Mrs. Gosling." Ava stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. "That's good, Mrs. Gosling. Dig your toes into the ground and push your butt a little higher. Do you feel it yet?" "Uuuuggghhhhhhhhh... it's ... it's... ssnnooock!" My mother snorted and shook under me. I kept pummeling away at her pussy. I was pretty sure I was hitting the mark now. My mother was vibrating
with a low, guttural wail. The muscles in her back were even tighter than before. "Is that... ugh... ugh... ugh
...
good... Mom?"
"Ggggggaaaaaahhhhhhhhh..." Was my mother's only reply.
"Nice work, you've turned her into a dumb, grunting beasty." Ava giggled. "I love when that happens to me."
I felt her hands on my ass, pushing me to smash my mom harder.


My mother's wailing grew louder, her entire body quaking. I wondered if maybe we shouldn't make so much
noise. They could clearly hear us in the hall. It would be hard to explain to management what was going on. Especially after what had happened that morning. But I didn't stop my mother from screaming out her climax when it arrived. I was too wrapped up in giving her such an experience. Suddenly, there was next-level wetness on my dick as she squirted, her pussy making even louder slurping sounds. It was all too much. "I'm uuugghhhh... I'm... going to...'
...
"Knock her up... Evan. Knock up ... your own mother ..." Ava pushed my ass, thrusting me all the way in. I
was no longer pumping, just pressed to my mother's flesh.


"No... my... real mother ... can't..." I shuddered. My orgasm was so close. "What... what?" My mom was recovering from her climax. "No... Evan... uuuggghhhh... not inside."
"Mom... Mom... Mom..." I used my grip on her hips to push back, dislodging myself from her pussy. I fell
back on top of Ava on the floor.
My mother turned around and pounced on me. "Thank you
sucked me into her mouth.
...
thank you... good boy. I'll finish... you." She
"That's... good... Mom... uuggghhhhh." I was aware that we'd dodged a bullet there. The wife-woman was
dangerous. As much fun as we were having, I was determined to take the ring off Ava. But first, I had to cum.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh." I held my mother's hair and exploded into her mouth.
"Damn...
you
to
I would have
two... get a room," Ava said from underneath me.
deal with her, but first I'd have to finish feeding my mother cum.


"Wow... wow... thank goodness you pulled out... Evan." My mom took a corner of the bedsheet and wiped the cum dripping from her chin. "I can't believe... sex is actually... this good. And ... I'm having it with you." Naked, she sat on her butt, catching her breath.
+
"I think it's time you pounded me, dear." Ava still sat behind me, hugging me around the neck. "What do you think, should we do a number eight?" I could see the ring on her hand right in front of my face.
"We weren't supposed to have sex. I just wanted to ask her some questions." My mom shook her head. "Are you mad, Mom?" I casually put my hand on Ava's, ready to pull the ring off if my mother was so inclined.


"I'm not mad. I'm confused and... eerily satisfied." My mother shook her head. "I suppose it was for the best. I'm sure we're closer to our goal." My mother was talking cryptically so that Ava and Fania wouldn't know that we were trying to make the ring disappear. "We've learned enough for one night, though. Ready, Evan?" She nodded toward the ring.
I pulled the missus ring off Ava's finger before she knew what was going on. She quickly withdrew her arms from around my shoulders and stood.
"You motherfucker! I was soooo000000 right about you two. Holy shit! I can't believe Evan Gosling is a motherfucker!" Ava pointed a finger at me. "Not to leave you out, Mrs. Gosling, but sonfucker doesn't have the same ring to it. Ha! I made a pun."



"Very funny, Ms. Roslin." My mom slowly got to her feet, went to the bathroom, and put on a hotel robe. She turned on the bathroom faucet and waited for it to get warm. "Evan, come here for a moment."
I got up and went to the bathroom.
Behind me, Ava was still talking. "The things she knew. The way she saw the world. The way she handled you two. It's like... she was so in tune with the world. Like she was dancing to the beat of creation. She was at the frequency. The frequency! I can't believe..." Ava paced the room, talking a mile a minute. "What is it, Mom?" I leaned in close to her.


"I'm glad that thing is finally cooled down." My mom pointed at my dick. "I want you to take my credit card, go to the front desk, and buy Ava a room for the night." My mother moved her face closer to mine and whispered, "I don't think she's fit to drive tonight."
"I agree." I could still hear Ava jabbering away behind me. "Also, your breath smells like cum, Mom. That's
awesome."
My mother grimaced at me, but I thought I detected a hint of a smile. "I'm about to wash my face and brush my teeth." She blew out a long breath. "Can we trust Ava to keep this all a secret?"
"Yes, if we promise to let her wear the ring again, I'm sure she'll do whatever we want." I nodded.
"Okay, make that
promise. Even if it's not
true." She leaned closer
and kissed my cheek. "You're a good kid, Evan. I'm sorry I
thought you brought her here. You wouldn't
do that. Now go, get
dressed, and find her a
room." She smacked my bare butt to get me moving. "I'm not a kid, Mom." I
splashed some water on
my face and scrubbed. I didn't want to walk around with my mom's cum on my forehead.
"Yes, you're right.
You're eighteen. An
adult. And you do...
very adult things." She shrugged and smacked
my butt again. "Now
go."
And I did exactly as she
asked. It was late, but we found Ava a room. I left her there with a promise not to tell anyone. Not even Gavin.
I immediately returned to the room I shared with my mother. I used my card to enter and found her in her
pajamas in bed.
"Is Ava taken care of?" My mom looked exhausted. She was adorable. "Yep, she's good." I gave her a thumbs up. "I'm going to brush my teeth and come to bed." "Maybe a quick shower, too?" She smiled, rolled onto her side, and put a pillow between her knees. "I'm going to sleep like a rock tonight."


"Me too, Mom." I returned her smile and went to the bathroom. By the time I returned to bed, she was already asleep. In my underwear, I spooned her. Reaching around and gently holding a handful of tit. I checked for the missus ring, and it was on the nightstand, safe and sound. I then turned out the lights, pressed my nose into her hair, and drifted off to sleep.


The click of the door handle woke me sometime in the middle of the night. "Mom?" I didn't open my eyes. I
was still spooning my mom's amazing body. "Mmmmmmmm... Evan?" My mom wiggled her butt into me. It was a delicious feeling.
Something felt wrong. I opened my eyes. There was a shadow moving in our room. "Hello?"
"Oh, shit." The shadow had Ava's voice.
I shot up in bed, reaching over my mom for the light. My mom shot up, too, and we bumped heads. "Ow!" We both said.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Ava
said in the dark. "Where
is it?" There was a
sudden blinding light as
Ava turned on the
flashlight on her phone. "Gotcha!" Ava snatched the ring off the nightstand, sprinted
across the room, and ran
out into the hall. I leapt
out of bed and chased
her, but stopped in the doorway. I couldn't
go
running after her in my
underwear. Could I? I
looked back into the
room.
My mother sat up in bed with wide, shocked eyes.
"She... stole the ring?"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"Do I
... go after her?" I looked
down at my underwear.
"No." My mother shook
her head. "Even if you
had clothes on, we can't
fight her for it in public. Come back into the room." She beckoned me in.
"But... we should do something." I turned on the light and stood in the center of the room, my heart
thumping in my chest.
"She must have stolen my keycard when I was talking to you in the bathroom. That girl is trouble." My mom
patted
the sheet next to her. "Come back to bed. The ring will come back on its own. Hopefully before she has
a chance to use it."


"Yeah, that's true." I sat on the bed next to her, feeling deflated. "I let you down, Mom. I had a crush on her for
so long, I didn't think she'd do this to me."
"She does seem like a loose cannon. I hope you have a crush on a nicer girl next time." She slipped her hand
into mine.
"I think I already do." My heart wasn't slowing down. It tried to beat out of my chest. I stared into my mom's
pretty eyes.
"That was... fast." She leaned her head against my shoulder. "Are you thinking about someone from school?"


"I have a crush on you, Mom," I said.
"Oh... ohhhhh." She put her free hand to her mouth as she thought about what I'd said. "A while ago if you'd said you had a crush on me, I'd have signed you up for a shrink within minutes. But now ... I have to ask
myself what I want. That's what the wife-woman, Fania, would do."
"What do you want?" I
really hoped she was
thinking what I thought she was thinking. Please,
please, please.
"I want you to have a crush on me. I'm flattered. And it makes
my tummy flutter.
You're such a good
person." She slipped her
hand out of mine. "And you're so handsome. I
want you to want me,
Evan. And I want you to
not worry about the
ring. It'll come back. In
the meantime, I'm going
to take your mind off
it."
"You are?" I watched
her slowly remove my
underwear. I
was
already hard again.
"Because this is what
the wife-woman would
do?"
"No." She shook her head, leaned forward, and kissed my cock. "I learned from the wife woman to follow my
own heart, no matter what. This is what I want to do." She kissed her way down the shaft and back up. "My ...
crush
you have a marvelous penis, Evan. I ... have a confession... to make," she said between kisses. "I have ... a ... on you... too." With that, she opened her jaw wide and took my cockhead into her mouth. "Oooohhhhhhh... Mom. You're amazing. I love you... so... uggghhh... much." As I said those words, her
head bobbed faster on my dick.
"Mmmmmppphh!" She said. I was pretty sure that meant she loved me, too. And that she had a crush on me,
too.
With what the wife-woman had taught me, I was going to make her happy. But it seemed it was my turn first.
I laced my fingers into her hair and listened to her gurgle and hum on my dick. I prayed this wasn't a what
happens at the Okpaze Inyan Hotel stays at the Okpaze Inyan Hotel kind of thing.


"Yes... like that... with your tongue. Ohhhhhh... God ... Mom... I hope... Ava... uugghhhhh... chokes on
that ring. I only... need you." I pushed on her head. Ava could choke on the ring, but my mother was choking
on my dick. It was a sweet, sweet sound. She put everything she had into the blowjob. While she was working,
I pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties and massaged her pussy.
"Mmmmppphhh!" She was sopping wet. I inserted a finger and
beckoned with a come- hither motion on the ceiling of her pussy.
She stopped bobbing
her head, her body
stiffened, and she
trembled. It hadn't
taken me long to find
that special spot.
"Don't stop blowing
me, Mom." I kept up
my beckoning motion
in her
vagina.
With a pop, she lifted
her mouth off my cock.
"It's... ummmm...
hard to concentrate...
when you do... that."
She pumped my shaft
with her left hand, her
wedding ring
glittering. Her eyes
looked into mine, but
they looked glazed. "I
... have a crush... on my son." Her hips started bucking. Her face twisted. "I have ... ooohhhh... a crush on
my... son." Her pumping motion on my dick was arhythmic. Her eyes rolled up. "Crush on ... eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." She came on my hand, squirting all over it and the bed. I'm sure our hotel neighbors weren't happy with us.
"You look so pretty when you cum like that," I said.
"Uuuggghhhhhh," she said.


When she was done
cumming,
my mom
moved my hand away from her pussy and
went back to the
blowjob with gusto. She rolled onto her stomach, so naturally I grabbed
her perfect ass. And
since she had lubed up my hand, I wriggled a
finger into her butt.
"Mpppfffff." She didn't
tell me to take it out, so I
pumped her butt while
she
blew me. It was all
too perfect. I couldn't
last forever.
"Mom... Mom...
Mooommmmm." My
hips jerked, and I came
down her throat, listening to her eager
gulps. Afterward, I
removed my finger and
flopped onto my back.
"That was... amazing."
"Yeah." She nodded. "I seem to perpetually have your sperm on my chin." My mother got under the covers.
"Are you going to wipe it off?" I spooned her again.
"Why bother? You're just going to put more there in the morning." She yawned. "When the ring comes back.
In the morning." She wiggled her butt into me.
"Yeah, good point." I was still hard, but I managed to work my way toward sleep. I hoped she'd be right about
there being more cum in the morning. I never doubted her about the ring. Why would I? It was supposed to
return
to
me. But when we woke up in the morning, it wasn't there.
That was when we thought we might have a problem on our hands ... a cute, blue-haired problem.


For the second time that night, I woke in the dark. "Mom?" I reached out and felt around on her half of the bed, but she wasn't there. "Mom?" I sat up, worried that Ava had somehow stolen my mother, too.


The bathroom door opened. I squinted at the sudden light. My mother stood backlit in the
doorway. She was naked and glorious. "What's wrong, sweetie?" My eyes were still adjusting to the light, so I couldn't read her face at all. The tone of her voice said that everything was all right.
"Nothing's wrong. I woke up, and you weren't there. I was worried." I stared at the lovely, curving
outline of her body.
"Your mother won't be sleeping next to you forever, Evan. You better get used to that." She didn't move from the doorway.
"I know... I know. When we go home, you'll sleep with Dad again. I was just... worried for a second." I rubbed my eyes. "What are you doing up?" I dropped my head back down onto the pillow.
"Well... I woke up a little while ago, turned over, and wrapped my arms around you. I held you for a while," my mom said. "Your thing was hard and poking into me. That made me think about what I want.
I was trying to take the wife-woman's lead. I am trying to take her lead. We've had some ... misadventures over this weekend. But all through it, I think we're both learning and growing. And we're getting closer to each other. And after what happened with Ava, I know we're checking out early tomorrow. So, while I was holding you, I asked myself, 'what do I want?' And you know what? To my surprise, I had an answer. It was crystal clear. I wanted to end this trip on a peak. So, I got out of bed, showered off your sperm, and got myself ready. And here I am." She lifted her arms in a ta-da gesture.
"I'm confused. What do you want? It's not crystal clear to me." I was sleepy and couldn't follow exactly where this was going.
"I still have a crush on you, Evan. And I want to be as close to you as a mother can be to her son." She gives me a dramatic pause. "I want you to shoot your stuff inside me. Just this once. I think I'm pretty safe. It's worth the risk. I... need to feel it. What do you think? That's what I want. I wonder what you want. Some things are... well... the wife-woman is ... um... decisive. I'm rambling. Sorry." Her cheeks turned crimson, and she dropped her gaze to the floor.


"Yes!" I wasn't sleepy anymore. "Just this once, sure. I want this, too. I'm head over heels for you." I jumped out of bed and pulled off my underwear. My dick was as hard as it's ever been, pointing directly at her.
t
"Don't say you're 'head over heels'. It's okay to have a crush on your mother, but let's not go crazy. I'm still your mother." She walked across the room toward me, her hips swaying. "And I'm doing this as your mother. I want this as your mother. I want to feel it inside me. Your stuff. Gosh, that's liberating to say." She stopped in front of me, my cock pressing into her thigh. She put her arms over my shoulders. "This is what I want. And I have a crush on you, too. And I love you, too. But as your mother. Understand?"


The lines that had governed my life had become blurred. But I did understand her. "It's about connection. You want my cum so that we'll be connected." I thought it over. "Once it's inside you, it will... sort of... always be inside you. You'll have me inside you forever." I kissed her, but she pulled back, smiling.
"You totally get me, Evan. I love you so much." She booped my nose with her finger. Leaning back toward me, she planted her lips on mine, her tongue gallant and eager in my mouth. We made out for a long time, the light from the bathroom streaming over us. I worked my cock between her thighs, grabbed her ass, and rocked her back and forth on it. She moaned into my kiss.


The anticipation grew inside me. I was going to get to cum in my mom. I had done this before with the wife- woman, but this was vastly different than that. She wanted me to plant my seed as some sort of capstone to our wild time at the hotel. I was pretty sure it would be the capstone to my entire life. I wasn't sure how I'd ever top it. I promised myself that I would remember every detail.
I lost myself in the make-out session and promptly couldn't remember how we'd ended up on the bed with me on top of her. We broke the kiss. We were both panting.
"I... really want to make you ... squirt again. But I also want to put it... inside right now." We stared into each other's eyes. My hand worked down over her belly and found her pussy. I wasn't surprised to find her sopping wet. I played with her labia and clit, causing her to arch her back under me.


"I know... what I want. I want you... to make me gush... with your penis." She rolled onto her belly, grabbed a pillow and put it under her hips. "This should be... just like what the wife-woman showed us." She was right. It was a similar position. "It feels weird not mentioning a condom before putting it in." I
straddled her thighs. Her ass was downright magical from this angle. I committed every subtle curve to
memory.
"It's what I want, Evan." My mom turned her head to the side. I brushed her hair back so I could see half her face as I entered her.
"I am crushing ... so hard." I lined up my dick.
"Oh, Evan. You're almost in. I'm going to let you... uuuuggghhhhhhhh." She clutched the sheets as I entered her. "This is... what I want... this is... what I want... this is... what I want." She repeated the mantra over and over to the cadence of my thrusts, the only punctuation she needed was the slap of my hips on her ass. "Ooohhhhhhh... it's already ... happening... eeeeiiiiiiiii." I heard her kicking the mattress behind me. Her shriek went higher and higher, until I was worried her voice might break all the glass in the room. Suddenly, my dick was It
more than frothy. was completely flooded. The wife-
woman had said I
should pull out while she was squirting, but I
didn't feel like that
doing that. Instead, I grabbed her hips and humped her harder. "Mom... Mom... Mom..." It was my
turn to chant a mantra
to the cadence of our slapping skin. "Ugh... ugh... ugh..." I was
head over heels for
her. Her pussy was the
single greatest
thing on
Earth, and I wanted
lose myself in it. I
to
forgot about the wife-
woman, Ava, the ring, Dad, Gavin, the suspicious hotel manager, caution,
control, and
everything else in the
universe that wasn't my mother's round ass, wailing voice, and tight pussy. Time itself was swallowed by that
act. I slammed into my mother for what felt like an ecstatic eternity.


"Evan... Evan... I feel it... you're almost going to... Evan... yesssss... ugh... ugh... ugh... you're so deep
... you're going to... put your stuff... so deep... Evan." My mother continued to babble as she clutched sheets. Her small back muscles spasming with each impact she absorbed.
the
Lights flashed before my eyes, almost like fireworks. "Mom... I'm... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." I slammed one last time into her, pushing her hips and the supporting pillow into the mattress. I held myself buried inside her. She was screaming again, but I could barely hear her. I was too busy unloading into her womb. I shuddered through my eruption, and then I collapsed onto my mother's back, still embedded in her.


We both panted wordlessly for a long time. She was slick with sweat, or maybe that was all me dripping onto
her. It was one of the many ways I was having a hard time telling where she ended and I began. So many lines were blurred. Eventually, she summoned the strength to talk. "I ... um... think you ... broke my brain ... Evan. I can't think straight." She squeezed her pussy on my cock. "I was worried... you were going to say... I broke your vagina." I wasn't ready to stop, slowly I pulled almost all of the way out of her and slid back in. I humped at a nice leisurely pace, her vagina burping out cum
around my dick.
"You broke my vagina... a while ago... I think." She turned her head and tried to look back at me, but I was still lying on her, so it was difficult for us to make eye contact. I didn't feel like lifting myself up yet, so I kissed and sucked on her exposed neck. She shuddered under me. "I thought... it was a one-time thing," she said. "Shouldn't we... go back to sleep... rather than ..." She let the squelching sounds of our mating finish the
sentence for her.
"I've already... ugh... ugh... cum in you... Mom." My hips accelerated. "It doesn't matter... if I add a little
more. It's ... ah... ah... ah... a one-night thing. We've already ... taken the risk... right?" "You're right... Evan." My mom nodded. "But I want to... be on top of you the second time."
We switched places. Soon, swiftly undulating hips, her
she was riding me with
fingers clawing at my chest. I had a hard time deciding where to look. Her tits wobbled exquisitely. But her
face was even more
enthralling. She had the
strangest expression: a mix of concentration and stupefaction. I could see she
desperately wanted my cum.
Of course, that had a
deleterious effect on my
staying power. "Evan... Evan...
eeeeiiiiiiiii." My mother
threw her head back and
screamed again. I could hear
someone
knocking
on the
door, asking us to keep it
down. But that didn't worry
me at all in my ecstatic state.
Instead of stopping, I shot
another batch of cum into my
mother.


"Ahhhhhhhhhh." I reached up, grabbed her hair, and pulled her toward me. Her tits pressed into my chest as I filled her pussy. She was howling so loudly next to my ear, I heard ringing afterward. We stayed like that for a
while. She was trembling on top of me, her slick chest pressed to mine.
We quieted down after that, and the person stopped knocking on our door.
Sweaty and exhausted, we cuddled on top of the sheets. I was still floating on my post-orgasmic high. I
wondered if I'd ever come down. Neither of us bothered to get up and turn out the bathroom light.
"I don't care if the ring is back on our nightstand in the morning. I don't need to be the wife-woman anymore."
My mother's voice was dreamy and distant. "I have what I need right here."


"But Ava..." I said.
"We'll figure out how to deal with Ms. Roslin ... later." My mother squeezed me tightly. "Together, we can do
anything."
I believed her. "I love you, Mom." I squeezed her back.
"I love you too, Evan. I'm going to close my eyes now." My mother's breathing slowed, soft and even. I could
tell she'd fallen asleep.
I wasn't
quite ready to join her in dreamland. I felt too good. I replayed the night's events over and over in my
mind. Before I knew it, I was asleep in her arms, dreaming of seeding her pussy.


"The ring isn't back, Evan." My mother's voice pulled me from sleep. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes. The curtains were open and sunlight flooded into the hotel room.
"The... ring?" I blinked my eyes. My mother was already dressed, standing next to the bed. She pointed at the nightstand. "Ava still has the ring. It didn't come back. We... we can't let her have it."
"It's early, the ring probably hasn't come back... yet." I shrugged and put my head back on the pillow. "It's after ten. You've been sleeping like a ... well... like a teenager." My mother pressed her lips together with worry. "It isn't coming back this time." She shook her head. "I wanted to be rid of it so many times. It came back from the trash. From the lake. From the forest. But it won't return from Ms. Roslin's theft?"


I sat up again. The news about the time worried me. The ring should have been back by now. "So... Ava still has the ring?"
"Get dressed. We're checking out. Maybe the ring went back to your bedroom at home." She picked up my clothes and tossed them onto the bed. I could see that she'd already packed.
"Shouldn't I shower first? I'm feeling pretty crusty after last night." I got out of bed, still naked. The scents of stale sweat and sex wafted off me and spread about the room.
"No time for jokes, mister. We have to go." She scowled at me, picked up my t-shirt, and pulled it over my head.

Soon, we were in the car heading to the crazy old man's magic shop. We spent most of the trip in silence, although I did navigate for her.
When we arrived at the store, we found that it was closed.
My mother cupped her hands on the window and peered in. "Are you hiding in there, little man?"
"The sign says it's closed on Mondays." I pointed to the sign hanging inside the window.
"Monday? Gosh, I'd forgotten it was Monday." She looked over at me. "Since our trip was cut short, you should go to school."
"No way, Mom." I lifted my arm and pointed to my pit. "I stink."
She nodded slowly. "Okay, no school today. We'll go home, get you a shower, check your room for the ring, and talk about what to do with Ava." And that was our plan.
I took a shower, and
then my mom and I
searched my room
thoroughly. We were almost finished, and the
Missus Ring was
nowhere to be found.
My mother was on her
hands and knees,
looking under my dresser. She was wearing yoga pants and
the sight of her stopped
me in my tracks. My anxiety about the ring faded, and before I
knew it, I was on my
knees behind her. My
hands roamed the
curves of her ass.
"Stop that, Evan. Now
is not the time." She
pulled several hidden magazines out from under my dresser and continued looking. I was too smitten by her butt to even care about the porn she'd found.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm head over heels for you." I squeezed her ass cheeks playfully.
"Don't say that. And don't touch me ... there. I ..." Her voice drifted away as my hand rubbed her pussy through her pants.


Seizing the moment, I pulled down her pants and panties, leaving them around her knees. "Wow... Mom... how could I not?" I slid two fingers into her pussy. She was already wet. I tried to find her g-spot as the wife- woman had shown me, but the angle was all wrong from the back.
"Evan... the ring... we ... um... need to find it... I... um... what do I want?" Her hips rotated in little circles, matching the motion of my fingers inside her.
"Let's take a break. If the ring is here, it'll turn up. But we only have one chance to be close to each other. You want to be close to me..." I phrased it in the way I knew would make her most happy. "... before Dad gets home. We can deal with Ava and the ring later."

"Yes... yes... hurry and put it in." She stopped her search under the dresser and looked over her shoulder at me. "But remember to ... ooooohhhhhhhhh... pull out." Her eyes crossed a little and went wide when I removed my fingers and inserted my cock into her pussy. "Finishing inside... was a one-time ... thing. Only at the hotel... uuuugghhhhh... okay?" "Sure... got it." My hips knew what to do. Soon, I was slamming into her and pulling her ass back to meet my thrusts with a solid grip on her hips. "No... babies... I know. What happens at ... ah... ah... ah... the Okpaze Inyan Hotel... stays at the... Okpaze... Inyan ... Hotel."
The
Wicked
Tower


"Yes... yes... yesssssssss." My mother screamed out those words. I wasn't sure if she was agreeing with me
or trying to encourage me. Either way, it was nice not to worry about our noise. We could get as loud as we wanted. "You're not quite... hitting that ... special place... uuuggghhhhhh... but it's wonderful... to have back there. I ... uuugghh... ugh... ugh... have a crush on ... yooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu." Her body jerked, and she made a strange snorting sound. I was pretty sure she was cumming already.
you...
The Dark Stone
We humped on my
floor for more than
forty minutes.
We'd
had so much sex
recently that my
staying power had
peaked. I was also,
maybe, starting to tire
out. I would need to
It's not
rest eventually. like the ring had given
me a magic dick. But
rest was for later. Eventually, I pulled out
of my mother, fapping
my dick over her ass.
"Ooohhhhhhh... yes
... yes... Evan... spray
it on me." My mother
pushed her ass high in the air for me.
"Cumming... Mom...
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh." I released all over her
pale butt and the back
of her cotton top.
"Wow... wow, wow, wow... wow." My mother shivered as she sat up and turned toward me. She eyed my
penis speculatively. "Is this what it's going to ... be like now? Sudden ... unexpected... mind-blowing sex when you're around... and your father isn't?"
"I mean... I can't promise anything..." I laughed. She shook her head slowly, looking at me with an amazed expression. By the time we got ourselves and my room cleaned, Dad was home. So we didn't get a chance to plan for Ava.


That night at dinner, I couldn't take my eyes off my mother. She would often glance at me, but her gaze would
quickly turn to my father. The quick flickers of guilt on her face made me adore her all the more. I knew what she was risking for me. She loved my dad, and didn't want to mess things up with him. I knew that. I could accept that. I loved him, too. But despite all that, I was the one she desired. I was the one she would risk it all
for. I was the one... "What are you smirking at,
Evan?" My dad sipped his
wine and studied my face.
"I wasn't smirking, Dad. I was smiling. Mom and I had a great time on our trip. I was thinking about how we bonded." I
shrugged. "You bonded while checking
out campuses?"
He said.
"Yes," my mom said.
"No," I said at the same time.
My father looked at us quizzically. "So... did you look at colleges or not?"
"I... um... we ... well..." I
was cool under pressure.
"We did visit colleges. Of
course we did." My mother enthusiastically. "But maybe
nodded, perhaps too
we bonded over other things
on the trip?"
"What other things?" My dad narrowed his eyes and looked back and forth between us.
"Ping pong." I'd seen a ping pong table at the hotel. It popped into my head. "Hiking," my mom said at the same time. "We... um... went hiking, and we played ping pong." "You played ping pong?" My father stared at my mother, his voice incredulous.
"It was fun." My mother nodded. "How about you? How was your weekend? How many holes did you
shoot?"
"Thirty-six." My father smiled and launched into a long recap of his weekend on the links. It was a good save by my mom. Golf could distract him from just about anything. I decided we'd have to get our stories straight
about the hotel.


Late that night, I was reading in bed. There was a soft knock, and my mother entered my room. She smiled
warmly and shut the door behind her. She was wearing pajamas and her face had been scrubbed of makeup. She was ready for bed, but didn't look sleepy to my eye. "Hey, Mom." I smiled back at her. "Your father's asleep." She walked over to me and sat on the edge of my bed, patting my knee through the blanket. "We need to talk about a few things. We should probably get on the same page about what we did at the hotel, in case he asks again. And we need to deal with Ms. Roslin. There's no magic ring here, which means
The
ked
Wer


that she has it. And who knows what mischief she's up to with it? She could be doing something perverted at this very moment." We talked about the hotel first. It took us about ten minutes to come up with a make-believe itinerary. We
practiced it a few times. I quizzed my mom, and then she quizzed me. After that, we turned to the topic of Ava
Roslin.
"Perhaps I should phone her parents and warn them about the ring?" My mom stood, removed her bottoms, and folded them over my chair. She then wiggled out of her panties. "You can't call her parents, Mom. She'll rat us out to them if you do. Or she'll call Dad." I stared at the beguiling triangle of hair between her legs. "Are we going to do something with Dad home?" "It's okay, he took one of his sleeping pills. And I'll be quiet." She pulled down my blanket. I was only wearing underwear, and she pulled them off. "I'll be on top to control the pace. It'll be a nice and steady ride while we talk. Nothing crazy." She mounted me and quickly slipped me into her sopping pussy. "Uuuuummmmmm." The sound she made as her hips got going was something between a moan and a satisfied sigh. True to her word, my mother kept her hips in a slow, steady rhythm. "So, we won't... tattle on
her."
My


mother said. "Do we confront her somewhere? Do we ... wait until we can talk to the shop owner to make a plan? Do we text her? Do we ... just let her have the damn thing?"
"I don't know, Mom." I was too focused on the enveloping tightness of my mother's pussy to think straight. I kneaded her tits through her pajama top while trying to gather my thoughts. I opted for the path of least resistance. "Let's wait to talk to the shop owner. Then we can decide. And maybe... I shouldn't go to school
tomorrow. I can go to the shop with you."
"If you skip ... you'll go to the shop with me... and do... other things. I see your schemes, mister." She
booped my nose with a finger. "But I don't want you... seeing Ava at school before we ... have a plan. So
maybe you should skip." Her hips were speeding up. "Ugghhh... ugggghhh... uuuuggghhh... we're going

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to...
uuuggggghhhhh
... have a busy day. ... tomorrow." My mother was now making quick, serpentine
movements on top of me.
I handed her my underwear. "Put these... ugh... ugh... in your mouth... so you don't scream." She did as instructed. There was no more planning in my room after that. But we humped for more than an hour.
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She
turned out the
we would deal with
When she finally stumbled toward my door, her face and pajama top were covered in cum.
light
Ava.
on her way out. We said goodnight, I rolled onto my side, and I thought about how


"Hello?" My mom held my hand tightly as we walked toward the back of the shop. "Mr. Shopkeeper, are you here? It's me, Amy. With my son, Evan. The Goslings."
"I don't think he's here, Mom." I looked back longingly toward the door, wishing we could just leave.
We passed the pile of board games the crazy, little man had tried to sell us last time. The stack looked shorter than before. I wondered what was happening to the people who'd bought a game from him.
"He's got to be here somewhere, just waiting to pop out at us." My mother stopped in front of a statue of a curvy goddess. "Sumerian fertility goddess, fun to have at parties," she read the label.
"Pop, pop." Said a wizened voice behind us. We turned to see the shopkeeper, wearing the same ridiculous outfit. Mom was right, he was waiting to pop out at us. "I love to see happy customers back to purchase more. Are you interested in that statue? I must say, it might be a little redundant in your case, so I'll give you a discount."
"No, she isn't." He shook his head. "Yes, she is," my mom said.
"Isn't."
"Is."
"Isn't."
"We're not interested in the statue." My mother's grip tightened on my hand.
"Perhaps you're looking for some contraceptive powder? Never too late for some family planning," the man said.
"Wait... what?" Was he talking about something we could use to avoid condoms all together?
"I don't know what that's supposed to
mean." My mother's voice was sharp and tight. It was the tone that said run... run for your lives.
The shopkeeper didn't run. He smiled instead. "I have a monkey's paw that -" "The ring. What happened to the ring? A teenager has it. She's only eighteen, and she was crazy before the ring." My mom pointed a finger at the shopkeeper. "She's going to harm herself and others with it."
"You don't know her, you little weasel. She will use the ring for evil. The wife-woman will cause all sort of -" My mother was interrupted.


"I know her quite well, Mrs. Gosling. You're talking about Ava Roslin. She's the whole purpose for the ring. And the purpose is complete. No more ring. She doesn't have it. No one has it." He pointed at the door. "Now, if you won't be purchasing anything, you'll have to leave."
My mother growled, reached into her purse, and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. "We'll buy something. Just give us whatever and tell us what the heck happened."
"Yes, yes. Very good." The shopkeeper snatched the money and walked down the aisle, looking at his products, presumably to give us our money's worth. "I told you the disclaimer. 'The ring will stay with its purchaser until it is no longer needed. Then it will... poof.' Well, the stated purpose upon purchase was making Ava Roslin leave Gavin Carver in favor of Evan Gosling."
"But I thought... it was about my finding happiness. To be as happy as the wife-woman." My mother frowned as we followed him.
"Why would you think that?" The man picked up a dreamcatcher and put it back down, shaking his head. "That's very egotistical of you, Mrs. Gosling."
"My mom and I thought that's what you meant by the disclaimer," I said.
"Well, I can't be held
responsible for that." He shrugged. "Ah, here it is." He picked up a bell. "The bell of silence. This is a good value and should be useful. Ring this and no one will be able to hear you outside the room you occupy. You know, like nosy neighbors, visiting parents, husbands. That sort of thing. You'll be silent to them." He handed me the bell. "Now, off you go."
"But, Ava hasn't left Gavin. The ring isn't gone. It's -" It was my turn to be interrupted.
"Are you smarter than the
Missus Ring, Evan?" He
pushed us toward the door.
"Now, don't come back unless you want to buy something else. Thank you and have a good day."
"But..." My mother started. Her voice faded because, without going through the door, we somehow found ourselves on the other side of it. We were standing on the sidewalk looking at the shop. Which was closed for lunch.


We were driving home in stunned silence. Suddenly, Mom pulled off the road and parked the minivan next to
a park. She got out without a word, so I followed her. We walked to a bench overlooking a lake. She sat and stared out at the water. I sat next to her.
"Everything we did was... for nothing. I didn't have to... cheat on your father or ... let you ..." Her voice trailed away.
I put a hand on her thigh. "It wasn't for nothing, Mom. I have a crush on you. You have a crush on me. Remember? It was... an accident. But it's a good one... right?"
"I don't know." She
groaned and put her face in her hands. "Did Ava contact you since she stole the ring? What are you not telling me? Did she break up with her boyfriend?"
"I'm telling you everything. I promise." I pulled my phone out of my
pocket and handed it to
her. "You can look at
whatever you want on
there. Nothing from Ava. I
haven't seen her. The old
man was wrong."
My mom groaned again and put her head on my shoulder. Her hand worked its way over to my thigh, and she squeezed it. "I thought... when you finished in me... I don't know... I was so happy...
I thought maybe that was why the ring didn't come
back. I mean, it was either that or Ava had it. And... I was wrong about all of it. And now ... I've had your stuff in me." With the hand not squeezing my thigh, she rubbed her belly.
"It's hardly past noon, Mom. I'm skipping school. Let's go home and spend the day together." I stood up and pulled her to her feet. "We made a mistake. But the ring is gone like we wanted. And we have each other." My mother looked into my eyes. "We should go back to the way things were. You're my son. I'm married to your father. My crush on you is... wrong." ." She blushed.


My stomach dropped. I was suddenly very nervous that it was over. "Mom, I ..."
She put a finger on my lips. The wind rustled in the trees around us. My mother smiled at me. "But even though it wasn't the point of this, I still have to ask myself, what would the wife-woman do? What would make me happy?" She paused, looking into my eyes.
"Mom, I don't -" I was pleasantly cut off this time when her lips pressed against mine. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and we kissed for a long time. My hands slowly crept around to her ass and grabbed two wonderful handfuls.
My mother broke the kiss and smiled at me. "I can't go back to the way things were. I'm crushing too hard on you, Evan." She took my hand and pulled me back to the car. She drove us home in record time.
"Should we use the bell,
Evan?" My mother was quickly undressing. We were in my room. I stopped removing my clothes to stare at her. More and more of her gorgeous body came into view.
"When's Dad getting home?" I
said, my gaze gravitating to her jiggling tits. I loved the
way she shimmied back and
forth as she pulled her pants down. "Around six. We've got all
afternoon. So, I guess we don't
need the bell right now. But we should test it." My mother
pulled off her panties. She stood naked before me, wearing only her socks. "Is something wrong? You're not
naked." She frowned at me and reflexively
covered
breasts with her arm.
her
"No... no... you're so beautiful, you distracted me.
I'm crushing hard, Mom." I went back to disrobing. "Sorry." I stepped out of my
pants.
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"Let's test the bell later. I want you to crush me hard, mister." She flopped her belly onto the bed, her ass bouncing perfectly.
I laughed. "What did you just say?"
Lying on her stomach, she looked over her shoulder at me. "What's so funny? It was sexy wordplay."
"I love you so much, Mom." Finally naked, I jumped on the bed next to her, grabbed one of my pillows, and
put it under her hips. "Let's call this the wife-woman position." I mounted her and slipped into her sopping
pussy.


"Ooooohhhhhhhh... Evan ... I'm glad ... we misunderstood that horrible little man. This is ... what I want...
you are... what I want... uuuugggghhhhh... ughh... uugghh... my perfect ... son." Mom gripped the sheet and pushed her ass back at my thrusts. I could have been at school, but instead, I had my hands pressed my mother's back, and my hips were on autopilot. I glanced at the clock. I would have been in biology at that
moment with Ava. I guess I was still learning about biology regardless.
into

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"Aaaahhhhh... oooohhhhhh... you're hitting it... uuugghhhhh... ssnooorrrkkkkk." My mother made that wild snorting sound she sometimes makes when she's cumming. Her squelching pussy got louder, and I could feel her juices spreading on my hips and thighs. The wife-woman had wanted me to pull out when she squirted. I respected the wife-woman, but sometimes I'd rather just plow the cum right out of Mom. I humped her to several more orgasms before getting too winded to keep pounding her. Still inside her, I fell on my side and gently pumped my hips. We spooned like that for a while.
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"Goodness... Evan... I think... you might be... getting better." She exhaled loudly. "It was already ... so
good." She reached down and touched the puddle on my sheet. "It's embarrassing how much I ... squirt...
with
you."
"I like it ... Mom." I kissed her sweaty, delicate back.
"I'm glad... you like it. It's still embarrassing. I ..." My mother stopped talking and her muscles stiffened
when
the doorbell
rang. "Ignore it, Mom. Probably... just someone leaving a package." I continued to slowly slide my cock in and out
of her pussy. The doorbell rang several more times. It eventually stopped.
"You've done all the work today. It's Mommy's turn." She pulled her pussy off my cock, pushed me onto my back, and mounted me in reverse. She guided my dick back inside her, held my thighs, and started bouncing. "Oooohhhh... gosh... if you ... hadn't gone to that shop... we would have missed out... on this. I ... uuuhhhgghhhh... I... I... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiii." She was cumming again.
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She was still bouncing on me when I heard a ping at the window. I ignored it. Maybe it was a big insect or something. But there was another ping and another. My mother's hips stopped abruptly, and she looked at the window. "What ... is that?" She dismounted me. "Go check."
"Um... okay." I crawled out of bed, pulled open the curtain, and looked out. I flinched when Ava threw another pebble that plinked off the glass. I quickly ducked, letting the curtain close. "It's Ava, Mom," I hissed. "That little tramp." My mother covered herself with my sheet.
"I saw you, Evan Gosling. I know you're up there." Ava's voice came in muffled through the glass. And if her
voice could travel in, then Mom's screams... "I can hear what you two are doing," Ava said. "I'm not leaving. I want to apologize."



"We
should have used the bell." I peeked out through the curtain again. Ava waved at me sarcastically. "Do
we ignore her?"
"We can't ignore her, Evan. We need to deal with her." Mom pointed at my throbbing dick. "But you need to
make that go down before we talk to her."
"I can't." I shrugged.
"Fine." Mom crawled across the floor to me. "I'll do it." She grabbed my dick and began blowing me with
intensity.


With Mom out of Ava's sightline, I opened the window and looked down at my former crush. "Give us ten minutes. I'll meet you..." I winced with pleasure as my mother rolled her tongue around my cockhead. "I'll meet you at the back door." I closed the window, not waiting for a response from Ava. I slid my fingers into
my mother's hair and let her blow me to orgasm.


I opened the back door. "Come in, Ava." She entered our house and followed me into the kitchen. My mom was waiting for us with her arms crossed, leaning her shoulder on the fridge. She looked so pissed. It was such a scary expression for me, I had a hard time making eye contact with Mom. And she wasn't even mad at me. "Hi, Mrs. Gosling." Ava gave a friendly wave to my mother. "You look nice."
"You shouldn't pretend to be friendly, Ava. Look how mad my mom looks." I sat down at the kitchen table. "Yes, angry-mom vibe. That whole thing stopped working on me years ago." Ava shrugged and sat across the table from me. "Are you going to sit with us, Mrs. Gosling?"
My mother didn't say anything. She continued to glower at Ava.
"I suppose it's not easy sitting down after what Evan just did to your backside." Ava gave my mother a saccharine smile.
I winced.
My mother ground her teeth. "What do you want, young lady?" Her voice dripped with venom. Just hearing her like that froze my blood. I reminded myself her rage wasn't directed at me.
"I came here to apologize," Ava said. She turned away from my mother and looked at me. "Where's the ring? I got home, and it was gone. I was going to share it with Gavin. He's so angry that I lost it. But I know I didn't lose it. I know it was in the cup holder. And then... it wasn't. I looked everywhere. So, I'm guessing you know how to retrieve it. It's fucking magic, right? I shouldn't
have tried to steal it. I'll give you anything, Evan. Just share it with me."
"The ring is g -" I started.
"Hold on, Evan. We should talk." My mother pushed off from the fridge and beckoned me out of the room. She frowned at Ava. "Stay here, Ms. Roslin. And don't steal anything."
"I wouldn't dream of it." Ava smiled beatifically.
When we were in the living room, my mom whispered, "Get the bell."


I ran upstairs, grabbed the bell, and jogged back
down a few seconds
later. "Here."
My mother took the
bell from me and gave it a ring. It resounded around the room. "Ms.
Roslin, I have the ring for you. Come
here and you can take it back to your degenerate
boyfriend," my
mom said. We
waited. Ava didn't
arrive.
"So, I guess the bell
works." I smiled.
"No smiling, Evan Mitchell Gosling. This is serious business." My mom put the bell down on the mantle and eyed
the doorway. "We
can't tell her it's gone. She could make trouble for us if we don't use it against her. We need leverage here." "Honestly, Mom. I think we should just tell her it's gone. She'll go chase some other high and forget about us. She's very good at forgetting about me. Years of practice." I suppressed my inclination to smile at my scowling mother.
"I hear what you're saying, but I'm overruling you. No, sorry, Evan." She held up her finger to silence me before I could protest. "I can't let her ruin my marriage. We'll tell her she can have another turn with the ring if she... um..." She rubbed her chin. "We'll make her do some embarrassing stuff for us. And then... we'll record it. This will give us mutually assured destruction."
"Like... what kind of stuff?" I looked toward the doorway. I could see one of Ava's eyes peeking around the frame.
"No way, don't get any ideas," Mom said. "I'm all for you having a girlfriend, Evan. But not that little, blue- haired thief." My mom shook her head, her brows furrowed. "There's no way."
"I wasn't thinking that. I just didn't know what we're going to do?" This seemed a bit crazy to me. But Mom really didn't like Ava. Maybe I could somehow just stay out of it.

"Let's start by having her wash our car in the driveway. She won't like that. We can tell her you'll text her with the next task in a couple days. We'll think of something by then." Mom picked up the bell from the mantle. "You can come in now, Ms. Roslin." She glanced at where Ava was still peeking at us. "The bell still works, I guess. That's good." My mother rang the bell and put it back on the mantle. "You can come in now, Ms. Roslin."

Ava bounded into the room. "So, where's the ring?"
"It occurs to me that you said you came here to
apologize, but you haven't actually said anything of the sort." My mother folded her arms.
"I'm so sorry, but I thought
you were going to keep it
away from me. I really need the ring." Ava beamed at us. I could tell, of course, that she wasn't being sincere. But she was good
at faking it. "Let me just have a turn with it. Maybe once a week or
something?"
"A real apology isn't 'sorry, but', Ms. Roslin." My mother sighed.
"I'll tell your husband if you don't let me have it."
Ava was still smiling. The incongruity of her expression and words was jarring.
I shook my head.
"Oh, Ava."
"I'll make a deal
with you, young
lady." My mother gave her the terms of
our fake agreement.
"You want me to
wash your car... like now?" Ava finally
lost her grin.
"Do enough
chores
and we'll give you a
turn with the ring at some point." My mother's smile was frigid. "Fine." Ava turned
and left the room. I
walked her out of
the house. She
happily tried to
make small talk with
me as I helped her
get set up in the
driveway. Then, I
left her to wash the
car.



"What did you say to her?" Mom was standing by the front window when I found her inside the house.
"Nothing. She
was talking to me
about people at school and stuff.
Why?" I walked
up next to my
mother and
looked out at the
front driveway.
Ava had taken off
her pants, shoes,
and socks. She was vigorously scrubbing our car with a sponge,
wearing only a
pair of boring panties and a top. Her ass was
shaking
ridiculously as she worked.
... I... um...
"Oh
didn't know she was going to do
that."
Ava saw us
watching her
from the window.
She beamed at us
and waved.
"What will the neighbors think?" My mother facepalmed.
Ava started dancing around the car like she was listening to music. At least she was actually cleaning it.
"Do you want her to stop?" I stared at Ava's shaking ass. I was over my crush on her, but she was
exceptionally pretty. "No. At least it's early enough that most people are still at work. Stop staring." She grabbed my ear and pulled
me away from the window. "I want you in the basement playing games or something."
"What are you going to do?" I rubbed my ear when she let go.
"I'm going to make sure she doesn't get completely naked. Then I'll send her home when she's done," my
mother said.
"Okay." I frowned and headed down to the basement. I had been hoping to hump my mom at least once more
that day. That was off the table now. Ava seemed to have a way of messing things up for me.


My mother did take pictures of Ava washing our car, but we both agreed that it wasn't leverage we could use against her. She had taken off her pants in our driveway. If anything, it was leverage she could use against us. Ava left a few minutes before my dad got home. Which was good, because I'm sure he would have had questions about the eighteen-year-old whipping her wet, blue hair back and forth as she cleaned the minivan. On a brighter note, it turned out that my sex life for the day wasn't as hopeless as I'd assumed. After my basement time was over, I caught up on homework, we had a normal dinner, and I got ready for bed. I was lying down, reading a book on top of my covers, when there was a light knock on the door.
"Evan... your father's asleep," my mother poked her head in.
"Hey, Mom. You want to talk
about Ava?" I finished reading the
paragraph and put the book down.
I heard the door quietly shut behind her. I was wearing a t-shirt
and underwear. My dick was soft, and my body relaxed. When I looked over at my mother, my eyes
went wide. I had expected her to be wearing pajamas, but she was in lingerie. And she was holding the
bell.
"I don't want to talk about her. Not now." My mother scowled. She
took a deep breath, and her face brightened. "I thought we could test the bell out some more. It seemed to work well earlier today." She walked over to me, put the bell on my chest, and walked back to the door. I watched her ass wiggle in that amazing outfit. "I'm going to step outside. Ring the
thing. Make some noise. Ring it
again. Make some more noise. But not enough to wake up your father. Got it?" She smiled when she caught
me ogling her gussied boobs.
When she left the room, we ran our tests. It was just like we thought. One ring for silence. I could hear her in the hall, she couldn't hear a thing inside the room. The second ring of the bell put sound back to normal. She could hear me again. The next ring brought silence again, and so on. It worked perfectly. The Missus Ring was a complete fuckup. It hadn't even fulfilled its stated purpose. There was no way Ava was ever going to leave Gavin for me. But the Bell of Silence seemed to work as advertised. I guess that old, crazy shopkeeper was good for something.


"I suppose by now you've realized that I wouldn't have dressed up like this just to test the bell." Mom was
back in my room again. She rang the bell and put it on my desk, giving us our shield of silence. "I... was hoping..." My dick was no longer soft. I could see her eyeing the outline of it through my
underwear. "We were interrupted today by that little hussy. Earlier tonight, while I listened to your father falling asleep, I asked myself what I wanted." She stood in the center of the room and posed for me. It goes without saying that she was beautiful. But she was also so at ease with me. I felt like we'd really turned a corner at the hotel. She glanced at my poorly hidden erection. "I'm guessing you want the same thing?" "I love you so much, Mom." I scooted over and patted the mattress next to me.
"I love you too, Evan." She hopped onto the bed, giggling.
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"Snnnooorrrrkkkkkkk!" She made that wild, pre-orgasmic snorting sound I'd become familiar with. We didn't need to worry about the noise. That was good because my bed was squeaking like a raging mouse, and she was screaming her head off. "Ooooohhhh... my hair... Evan ... pull my hair ... ow... not that hard... yes... yes... like that... hold me... uuuggghhhhhhh... how you want me... I... I... sssnnnnoookkkkkk." Her ass shook perfectly, her back arched, her shiny blond hair meandered through my fingers. She wailed as she came.


Fifteen minutes later, my mother was riding me in reverse. We were in a completely different position, but I
was still staring at her magnificent, quaking ass.
"I can tell... uuugghhhhhh... that you're... ready ... Evan." My mother bounced on me with long, powerful strokes. The smell of her pussy and our sweat filled the room. I reached out and held her ass cheek firmly. She
looked over her shoulder at me. "I'm... uuuggh... uuugghhhh... uuggghhhh... safe... enough... today...
finish inside me. That's what I ... want."


"Okay... Mom." I needed no more encouragement. "Cumming... aaaahhhhhhhhhh!" I unloaded deep inside her. It felt like the orgasm lasted forever. In that moment, I had no worries about whether the bell would work. About my dad discovering us. About Ava messing up what I had with Mom. There were no fears about knocking up my mother. I was lost in that ecstatic moment. "Looooooveeee... yooouuuuuuuuu... uuuuggghhhhhhh." I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass cheek, probably leaving a mark.
"Looovvvvveee... you... tttoooooo0000000." My mother jerked her head back and orgasmed again as I filled
her.


"There's a young woman mowing our lawn." Dad walked into the kitchen where I was reading my phone and Mom was baking. "She's practically naked."
My mother scowled at me. "I thought you were supposed to tell her to keep her clothes on!"
"She told me she'd wear a t-shirt and shorts." I held up my hands in surrender. "It's not my fault."
"This is not going well." My mother wiped her hands on a towel, straightened her apron, and went to the living room to look. My dad and I followed her.
Ava was wearing shorts. The shortest shorts I'd ever seen. And she was wearing a t-shirt, but it was tied under her boobs. Technically, she hadn't lied.


"I have to say, Amy, I'm surprised you'd hire someone... like her." My dad watched Ava's mowing with deep concentration.
"Gosh, Greg, she's only eighteen. Don't stare at her like that." My mother slapped my dad's shoulder. She then looked at me. "Goodness, Evan, stop staring too."
"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm not interested in her." I watched my mom storm off.
"You should be interested in her, Evan." My dad nudged me with his elbow. "She's hot."
"Gross, Dad." I shook my head.
Ava noticed us in the window and beamed at us, giving us a friendly wave as she passed by with the mower. My return wave was somewhat more tepid than my father's.

I begged my mom to give up on her humiliation plan. Ava was beyond shame. But my mother kept trying. We had Ava trim the shrubbery. We had her do our grocery shopping. We had her do every menial chore Mom could think of. Ava did all of these in various stages of undress with a smile on her face.
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At school, Raji stopped me in the hall. "What's with you and Ava Roslin?" He said. "Word around school is that she's your maid or something?"
"It's complicated." My cheeks flushed. I could have told him about the Missus Ring and how I was fucking my mother, and Mom was trying to use these stupid tasks as leverage against Ava. But, I decided not to. "It's really complicated."
"You'd tell me if you were dating her, right?" Raji eyed me suspiciously. "Would she be mowing my lawn if I was dating her?" I shrugged.
"I hear she's kinky, man.
Could be, could be she'd do
that." He studied my face
for clues.
"I'm not dating Ava. Whoever is saying that is wrong." This was true even of magic rings, which were notoriously wrong on this subject.
"Cool." Raji held up his hands. "You coming to Roan's place tonight? His mom is ordering pizzas."
"I can't. My dad's going out tonight, so my mom and I are ... hanging out." I should have thought of a better
cover.
"When did you become such a momma's boy?" Raji frowned. The bell rang. "I'll catch you later." He rushed off to class.
"Yeah, later." I shook my head and turned toward my English class.


"I'm getting very frustrated, Evan!" My mother pushed me onto the kitchen chair. "Take out your penis. I need to vent!" She had been venting a lot via my dick lately. It was an odd sexual situation for me. Historically, there was nothing I feared more than my mother's wrath. But now, with her anger focused on Ava, it meant some wild sex. Especially when my dad was out of the house, and we didn't have to use the bell.
"Okay, Mom." I hurried to bring my erection out into the open.
"Gosh... that little b-word has me riled up." Her eyes lit up when she saw my cock. Hiking up her skirt, she pulled her panties to the side and mounted me on the chair. Her eyelids fluttered as I slid into her sopping pussy. "That's... ooohhhhhhh... better."


Maybe I should note here that we were having daily sex at this point, and it wasn't all of the Mom-is-frustrated variety. My mom had decided that humping me is what the wife-woman would do, and she was going to live life to the fullest. So, if I got an A on a test, we had sex. If she got in a fight with Dad, we had sex. If she liked the way I was looking at her, we had sex. If I was extra helpful with chores, we had sex. And, as I mentioned, if she was pissed at Ava, we had sex. Mostly we waited for Dad to be asleep or out of the house. But sometimes we didn't. We did have the bell, and some doors in our house locked.
She hadn't mentioned condoms in a long time. She often told me she was having a safe day whenever I was getting close to cumming. I'm no biological expert, but looking at the calendar, I doubted there were that many
safe days.
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"Gosh... Evan ... she... ugh
... ugh
ugh... really.
gets... under... my.
...
skin." Mom paced her words
in time to her bouncing hips.
Her hands were on my
shoulders, and she still
looked mad. Or maybe... sexy-angry. Is that a thing? Her expression was really
doing a number
on me. "Maybe we... should just...
forget about... Ava?" My hands were holding onto the chair. I wanted to grab her boobs through her dress, but
I dared not grope her when she was angry-humping me. "Maybe... I don't want her ... ruining my marriage." My mother pumped herself on my dick even more savagely than before. Now
her anger was directed at
me.
"It's just... she's done all the chores... she'll want the ring... soon. And we ... don't have it." I tried to shrug,
but it was hard with her fingers digging into my shoulders.
"There... has to be... a solution... uughhhhhhhh." Mom slammed her hips down on mine and undulated her body. "Ssssnnnnoooorrrrkkkkkkk." She made that orgasmic snorting sound and came. I watched her twisted face closely. When she arrived on the other side of her climax, she didn't look so angry anymore. She humped
me for a while in silence.
After she came two more times, she dismounted me, turned around, and lifted her dress. She lowered her
panties and presented her ass to me.
"Feel... better... Mom?" I got behind her, slid back in, and let my hips go on autopilot.


"Yessssssssss." She gripped the counter with both hands and let me plow her. "Ooohhhhhh... I always feel...
more relaxed... after an orgasm... with you. Let me arch my back... ooooohhhhh... that's the wife-woman's ... secret spot... right there... oooohhhhhhh... noooooooooo... you're going to make me squirt...
eeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii."
Ten minutes later, I was still slamming into my mother. "Mom... Mom... gonna... cum ... Mom...
uuugghh."
"It's okay.... Evan... it's my ... ooohhhhhhhh... safe day." She looked over her shoulder at me with longing
and sincerity. I think for the moment, she actually believed it was a safe day. Or maybe it really was. Maybe she'd been safe eleven days this month. Maybe...


"Cummming... aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh... oh... Mom... cummmmingggg." My hips fell out of rhythm, and I
emptied my balls inside her.
A while later, we were both on the floor, cleaning the puddle we'd left behind. "I feel so much calmer, Evan."
Mom looked thoughtful as she scrubbed with a dishtowel. "I feel ... more... like changing direction with Ava." She smiled at me.
"So, we can forget about her?" I smiled back.
"That's not what I meant." She shook her head, finished with the mess, and stood up. "I mean, maybe we're
going about this all wrong."
"That's what I've been saying." I stood too, eyeing her quizzically.
"We need to try something new. I've got a plan." My mother walked off to the laundry room to toss our cum-
soaked things in the wash.
I scratched my head. I was sort of wishing my mom wouldn't come up with any more plans.


Later that night, it was just the two of us for dinner. We sat at the table, my mother sipping her wine.
"I don't know." I shook my head. "She won't go for it."
"She's not exactly your school's deepest thinker, Evan." Mom shook her head and smiled pleasantly. I wasn't
sure if she was still riding her high from before, or if the new plan really made her that happy. The earlier
anger was nowhere to be seen. "She'll fall for it."
"I don't know. We might piss her off." I pressed my lips into a thin line, pushing food around on my plate.


"We can ask the storekeeper if he has something that looks just like it. If not, how hard can it be to make a new
one?" Mom shrugged and chewed on a forkful of food. "I remember what it looks like. So do you. We can
make a fake. It was what, polished silver set with a dark black stone?"
"The stone had tiny red veins. It would be hard to find something like that." I kept on frowning. "You're a smart kid, Evan. You'll think of something." She toasted me with her wine glass and drank.
"Maybe we could use a D printer to make the stone? Then take it to a jeweler?"
"That's my young Einstein." Mom gave me a knowing smile. She slowly lowered herself in her chair until just
her eyes were above the table. "We're going to give her a useless ring, and we can say that she broke it. It's
perfect. You deserve a reward." She slipped all the way under the table.
"Mom... I'm not sure I ... ooohhhhhh... Damn." She quickly had my pants and underwear down and my dick in her mouth. "I suppose... I... uuughhhh... did have a good idea." I forgot about my dinner and relaxed in my chair as she blew me.


A half-hour later, I stood between mom's legs while she sat on the dining table, her butt was practically on my
plate. "Mom... Mom... I love you... so muuuuuccchh."
"Yesss... yesss... I love you too... Evan." Her face was twisted and rapt. "Go... ahead and finish... it's still
... a safe day."
"I know it is... Mom... I know... aaaaaahhhhhhhhh." I came inside her for the second time that night. When Dad got home, we had cleaned up after ourselves and showered. We were fully clothed again, cuddling
on the sofa and watching a movie.


"It's a Friday night, Evan. Why aren't you out with your friends?" Dad stopped a few feet away and gave us a
disapproving glance.
My mother
glanced at him
and put her head
back on my
chest. "Because
we're spending
some quality
time together,
Greg."
"Why aren't you
out with your
friends, Amy?"
Dad cocked his
head at Mom.
"Mom and I had
some problems
to solve, Dad." I
winked at him.
"I'm a genius by
the way."
"You solved
problems by
watching a
movie?" Dad
shook his head.
"We did other
things." Mom
giggled.
Dad's eyes narrowed. It occurred to me that maybe we were a little drunk on sex, and not acting with due
caution. "You know, it's not too late for me to go to Roan's house. I'll ride my bike over there." I got up off the
sofa.
"You should be going over to that blue-haired girl's house." Dad called after me as I left the room.
"She has a boyfriend, Dad." I called back. And if Mom was right about her little plan, soon Ava and Gavin
would be out of our hair. That would be good. I didn't like the way Gavin stared at me in the halls. Although, I
suppose
I
didn't mind Ava's smiles. I had to remind myself that I no longer had a crush on her. I had a crush
on my mom.
And happy mother, happy life, as the saying goes.





It took Mom and me a little more than a month to put together the fake ring. During that time, we strung Ava along with more chores. I could have been wrong, but I think Ava was enjoying her half-naked manual labor around our house. Mom even had her clean the gutters. While she was up there, in a thong, there was a gallery of neighborhood boys standing on the sidewalk, watching her every move up on that ladder.


Of course, Mom and I didn't slow down our sex. She still kept telling me pretty much every day was a safe day. It was getting ridiculous. But I didn't want to say anything. I was hoping she'd gotten birth control and didn't want to tell me. Even if it wasn't that, I was hoping she had it figured out some other way. She was a grown woman and my know-it-all mother. I assumed she wasn't going to let her son knock her up.

Finally, the day came to give Ava the manufactured ring. I slipped it into my pocket and delivered it to her in
the hall between classes.
She looked ecstatic when she plucked it from my palm and stuffed it between her boobs. "Finally! Oh, my God. Gavin and I are going to have so much fun with this." She frowned at me. "I suppose you and your mom have some rules for me? How many days can I keep it?"
"Oh... rules... yes... Mom has rules." If we had been giving her the real ring, Mom would have had so many rules. "You can only have it for two days a week. And only you can put it on."
"Gavin is going to be pissed." She crossed her arms, and her frown deepened.
"I mean... only you and Gavin can put it on." I nodded. "And ... you know... don't forget to sleep and eat and... you know."
"Thank you, Mommy." Ava turned and dashed away.


That night, I regaled my mother about my day while we were in the bath. Dad was home, but Mom and I
weren't doing anything noisy. I was reclining between her legs, resting my back on her tits. She was languidly
washing my chest. The water was warm and perfect.
We did have the bell nearby in case we decided to make some more noise.
"Has she texted you?" Mom playfully raked her fingernails over my belly.
There was a knock on the door. "Can I use the bathroom, Amy?" It was Dad.

"No, Greg. I'm taking a bath." Mom said loudly. She splashed the water around us for corroboration on the
bath.
"Are you talking to someone on the phone?" Dad didn't seem like he wanted to leave her alone.
"I'm listening to an audiobook. I'm having some me time. You need to respect my time, Greg." My mother's
voice was a little harsh.
"Go easy on him," I whispered.


"He can be so annoying sometimes, Evan." She reached down and squeezed my hard dick. She knew how to
keep me quiet.
"What was that?" Dad said.
"Nothing, Greg." Mom began stroking my dick. "Use one of the other bathrooms."


"Okay," Dad said.
"Ring the bell, Evan. And tell me more about Ms. Roslin." My mother was now pumping my dick hard. It was
a fantastic reach around.
I stretched my arm over and rang the bell. We were protected now. "There's not much to tell. Ava took the
ring. She cut fifth period. I haven't heard from her."


"Good boy, Evan. I'm really proud of you for ... making that ring... and listening to me... and giving it to her." She sucked on my earlobe for a minute and then kissed my shoulder. "With any luck... that will be the last we hear of her. No more ... Ava Roslin... or her weird boyfriend. It will be just the two of us. Just what the wife-woman would want. Just me... and my eighteen-year-old son... and his big... stiff ... penis." uuugghhhh... going to cum... Mom." I watched her hand work my dick. Water splashed and sloshed around the tub as her slender arm pumped with all its might.
"I'm...
"You deserve it... Evan... you deserve to shoot it all over... you're such a good son... oooooohhhhhhh... look at that... it's like a volcano." Mom watched over my shoulder as I erupted onto my belly, chest, and
thighs. "Wow... Evan... you're like a never-ending fountain."


A while later, I was glad we had the bell. The old man at the shop must have known we'd get into trouble without it. Water was splashing and sloshing out of the tub. The wet slap of our bodies was loud. I was between my mother's legs, slamming away.
Mom held my head to her chest with both hands. "Ohhhhhh... Evan... I'm so happy... I now know... what I
want... what a mother... wants... from her handsome... son ... I... I... I... ooohhhhh...
sssnnnooorrrrrkkkkkkkk!" She convulsed under me, lost in one of her wonderful, snorting orgasms.


"I love you ... ugh... ugh... ugh ... I love you ... ugh ... ugh..." I groped her tits and my hips fell out of
rhythm.
"Oooohhhhhhh... Evan ... I'm... I'm... I'm..." Mom couldn't seem to get the words out. "I know... Mom... ugh... ugh... ugh... you're... uuuughhhhh... safe... today... aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh." I
unloaded deep into her pussy, as was my habit.
Later, I helped her towel up the water on the bathroom floor. We were both still naked, and I was having a
hard time keeping my eyes off her ass. "I have such a big crush on you, Mom." She paused toweling the floor and looked over her shoulder at me. "I'm crushing on you too, Evan." Her smile
was
wide
and satisfied. "I know we can't do this forever. But... we've taken care of the Ava problem ... we
have each other... and we've got a good long while before you leave for college."


My dick was hard again. I crawled over to her and dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass. "I can't believe I get
to have this... all the time."
"Me either." She giggled. "We're going to go again, aren't we?" She put a wet towel under her knees for
padding, got on all fours, and arched her back. "Yeah, Mom. We are." I positioned myself behind her and slipped into her wet warmth again. "This is ...
uuugghhhh... the only pussy... that I need."
Mom drew in a sharp breath. "It's yours... Evan... it's yours ... I... oooohhhhhhhhhh."
A while later, I came in her one more time before we finally exited the bathroom. Life was good.


The next day, I was walking down the hall, late to fourth period, when a piece of metal clanged at my feet. I
stopped. Ava strode in front of me. Her arms were folded, and she looked like she was doing an impression of my mom whenever Ava's name came up.
She
looked
angry.
"Gavin thinks we broke it," Ava said.
I bent down and picked up the fake ring. "It's broken? You broke it?" This was going to be easier than I'd
hoped.
"Gavin thinks we broke it. But I think you're trying to pull a fast one on us." Ava shook her head slowly. The
last few late students rushed past us as the bell rang. "It's your mom, right? She did this? She hates me. She
made me do all that stuff, and then she's keeping the real ring for herself. She probably puts the real one on
every night and spreads her legs for you. Are you enjoying the wife-woman, Evan?"
"Shh." I looked around.
We were alone. I pulled
her into the nearby
guys'
bathroom.
"If you brought me in
here to blackmail me
for sex, you're going to
be disappointed." She
leaned her butt on a
sink while I checked
under the stalls. We
were alone.
"Jesus, Ava. I'm not
going to fucking
blackmail you." I
turned to her with a
frown. "Especially not
in the bathroom."
"Gavin and I do it in
the bathrooms all the
time."
EXIT
I curled
my lip in
disgust. "I'm not
Gavin."


"I know." She nodded in agreement. "He would have promised me the real ring in exchange for a blowjob."
She rubbed her chin. "Actually, he'd probably ask for anal."
"Look, Ava, I'm not interested in your butt." That wasn't entirely true. I reminded myself that my mom's butt
was all the butt I needed. Would Mom go for anal? "Earth to Evan? You're spacing, dude." Ava lifted an eyebrow. "Sorry." I held up the fake ring. "I was thinking about how you and Gavin broke this." I studied her so angry at you two."
incredulous expression. Mom's plan wasn't going to work. But I was committed now. "My mom's going to be
"Oh, stop. Just give me the real ring." She studied me for a few more seconds. "Fine." She raised her shirt and lowered her bra. "Be a good boy and give me the ring, Gosling."
I stared at her perfect tits.
EXIT
The door opened and Cal Bollinger
walked in. He stopped in his tracks
when he saw us. He looked at me
with a quizzical expression. Then he
looked at Ava's tits. His eyes didn't
wander after that.
"Okay, Cal. You've seen enough. Run
along." There was an edge to Ava's
voice.
Cal turned and ran out of the
bathroom.
"That's not going to help the rumors
about us." I watched her put her tits
away.
Ava pressed her lips together. "Look,
honestly, I liked doing those chores
around your house. It was fun
upsetting your mom and making
your dad all ... stiff. But I was doing
it for the
ring.
is blatantly
unfair. You don't know what it's like
to put it on, Evan. It felt... incredible
to be that woman. Like, crazy good. She was so in love, and so willing to seize life by the nuts." She reached
out her hand and clutched it into a fist.
"I'll let you know if the ring still works for my mom." I took a deep breath. "If it's broken, I can't -"
"Gavin doesn't think you have it in you to trick us like this." Ava pointed a finger at me. "But I ... well... I'm
not messing around anymore. Tell your mom I'm not messing around." She stormed out of the bathroom.
I stood for a while, trying to catch my breath. "We might have a problem," I whispered to myself.


When I got home after school, I found my mother wearing lingerie, waiting for me in the living room. She
wanted to celebrate our scamming Ava and Gavin. Her smile fell when I told her about what had happened.
She sat on the sofa heavily, propping her elbows on her thighs. I stood, waiting to see if she'd be angry.
"It's not like she has any pictures of us together. If she tells your father, it's just her word against ours." Mom chewed her lower lip. "And she's a crazy, blue-haired teenager."


"Maybe we could just explain to her that the ring is gone?" I was somewhat hopeful.


"I don't think she trusts us, Evan." Mom shook her head.
"Well, I don't blame her." I was still holding my backpack. I nervously moved its weight from shoulder to shoulder.
My mother picked up a knitted sofa throw and covered herself. "Why don't you go do your homework? I'll think about what to do next. I really wish you hadn't brought Ms. Roslin into all of this."
"I ... didn't..." It was better not to argue. "I'll be in my room." I hustled off before either of us said anything we might regret.
Mom was probably getting changed back into normal clothes, thinking about how to deal with Ava. And I was in my room, not doing homework, trying to come up with a plan for dealing with both my mother and Ava. There was a lot to navigate.



It was a tense few weeks. Mom was still friendly with me... she was still my mom... but she spent a lot of time being icy, too. She wouldn't have sex with me after school. She would ask me about my day and tell me to get myself a snack and do homework. The first few days after the fake ring debacle, I repeatedly asked her what was wrong, but she'd only answer "Miss Roslin's what's wrong, Evan. You messed that up, and now I have to find a way to fix it." Or she'd say some variation on that theme.
Of course, we still had sex. I suppose there was no putting the genie back in that bottle. Mostly we humped in my room after Dad went to bed. She'd come in late, sometimes after I'd gone to sleep. She'd bring the bell with her, but I didn't get to see any lingerie or anything like that. She'd close the door behind her, ring the bell, and strip out of her pajamas, saying something like, "I really need this, Evan. This is what the wife-woman would do." Then she'd crawl into bed with me. Even in this icier phase, she never asked me to wear a condom, and she made sure I finished inside. Watching her ecstatic, snorting orgasms roll through her as I came, it was obvious she still loved it. But the next morning, she'd give me a distant smile and talk about the weather.

At school, Ava wouldn't talk to me. She also cut a bunch of classes during that time. I was so nervous she'd drop the bomb on my dad. But, thankfully, she didn't do anything more than give me scathing looks.
NOT
00
"Gosling... hey... Gosling." Gavin stopped me in the hall one day. "Can we talk?"
I was walking with Raji. He gave me an eyebrow lift and kept walking to class. I gave Gavin a nervous smile. "What's up?"
"Let's..." He grabbed my elbow and pulled me to the guys' bathroom. "Let's talk in here."
"You're not going to show me your tits are you?" My laugh was a little forced. His girlfriend had done just
that in the same bathroom.
"Shut up, two-forks." Gavin checked under the stalls while I waited.
"Why do you call me that?" I tapped my foot. I didn't expect him to have good news for me. Maybe he'd tell me what Ava was planning. That would be bad news, but at least I'd know what to expect.
"Two... forks... get it?" When he was satisfied that we were alone, he walked over and leaned on the same sink where Ava had flashed her tits.

"No. I don't get it." I shook my head. "I never have." I waited, but he didn't say anything. We stared at each other for a long, awkward moment. I smiled uncomfortably. "So, are we going to kiss or something? The way you're looking at me..."
"I didn't think you liked me, two-forks. You really want to kiss?" His smile was warm and broad.
"I was joking." I took a step back. "Anyway, I don't think Ava would want you kissing me."
"We were polyamorous, dude. That wasn't clear?" He cocked his head and gave me a pitying look. "What do you think we were going to do with the ring before we broke it?"
"You and Ava were polyamorous?" My heart skipped a beat. Ava had been in love with Gavin forever. "Past
tense?"
"She broke up with me. It sucks, too, because after graduation we were planning on a shroom-fueled trip through..." Gavin kept talking but I stopped listening.
The ring had disappeared because it thought Ava would dump Gavin for me. Was it actually happening? No, I thought it over. Ava was even more chilly toward me than my mother lately. Waaayyyy colder when you factored in Mom's late-night visits. I held up my hand to get Gavin to stop talking about his insane post-graduation plans. It seemed he'd already gotten another girlfriend from the way he was talking. "When did Ava break up with you?" I said.
"I don't know. About a week ago?" Gavin shrugged.
"Did she break up with you because of me?" I had to ask. Maybe the ring was right, it was just out ahead of
events.
"No." Gavin screwed up his face like
I was a moron. "No offense, two- forks, but you're a moron. No girl is going to dump me for you." He
shook his head and laughed. "It was the stupid ring. Once we broke
she couldn't get past it. She's
it,
obsessed. She said the real ring was
out there, and you were some sort of mastermind, hiding it from her. I moved on to other things. There's this new pill..." He shook his head
again. "Can you believe that shit? She thinks you're clever enough to fool me. I know a broken ring when I see one. You know, the ring wasn't
the first thing Ava and I broke together. But I suppose it was the
last."
"I'm not a moron, Gavin. I get better grades than you." I frowned at him. "What did you want anyway? Why'd
you pull me in here?"
"I just wanted to give you a head's up, dude. Ava is on the warpath. I feel bad for breaking the ring and setting
her off." Gavin brushed off his sleeves. "Now, I'm guilt free. Watch out for her. I'm out." He walked toward
the door.
"Don't you still... love her... or something?" I didn't know what else to say.
Gavin stopped and looked back at me. "Don't even think about getting with her, two-forks. She's like a fucking volcano. She would eat you up and spit you out. Apologize for making her do all those chores, see if there's any way to get her off your back, and then get as far away from her as you can. You..." He waved his hand dismissively, gesturing from my shoes up to my head. "You aren't equipped to deal with a woman like her. Shit, I barely was." He left the bathroom.
I rubbed my chin. He might have been an asshole, but I was pretty sure Gavin was right.

A couple more weeks passed. I tried talking to Ava like Gavin had suggested, but she scoffed at me, offered a
few curses, and walked away. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop with her, but she didn't strike. Dad still had no idea. Although Mom was still on edge.
Prom was coming up. Raji had a date already. Half my friends were already paired up. One morning, Dad was already at work. It was just Mom and me in the kitchen. She was scrolling on her phone, sipping coffee on the other side of the table. I had finished my cereal, and I was staring at her. She looked breathtakingly pretty in the
morning light. If this was before we
had tried the fake ring scam, I
would have asked her for a pre-
she'd say
school quickie. But I knew no now. Instead, I tried to engage
her in conversation. "Prom's coming up."
"Who's the lucky girl, Evan?" She
asked without looking up from her phone.
"I haven't asked anyone." I
frowned. I was hoping... I don't
know... that she'd be jealous or
something. But that was absurd.
She still slept with Dad. Shit ... are
we polyamorous
too?
"Well, do you have someone in
mind?" She put down the phone and sipped her coffee.
"Ava broke up with Gavin." I shrugged.
"I know." She nodded.
"I could ask her if ... wait... how'd you know that?" I checked the clock. It was almost time to leave for
school.
"It's a small town. Word gets around. People in the neighborhood have seen her around our house." Mom shrugged. "They know I know her. So ... gossip." She frowned at me. "You weren't going to ask her to the prom, were you? After everything that's happened?"
"I... um... was just making a joke. How could I ask Ava? She's got blue hair." I smiled.

Mom looked relieved. "Find a nice, funny girl and ask her. Maybe someone with brown hair or blond?" She studied my face. "Don't give me that look, Evan. You can't even think about asking me. I'm your mom. I'm doing my best to be your mom. You have no idea what I've sacrificed for this family."
"I wouldn't ask you. That would be weird. Sorry." I hurried off to school before she could slide into anger.
Thankfully, when I got home that afternoon, she was in a fine mood. Still icy, but cheery. I was a little worried she wouldn't visit my room that night. But she showed up, stripped, rang the bell, and pulled the blanket off
me. We had fallen into a blissful routine. It wasn't perfect, but I couldn't complain.

We were both naked. She straddled me and slipped my dick into her wet pussy. Her hips undulated slowly.
"So, Evan, did you ... uuugghhhh... find a nice girl to ask ... today?"

"I asked Jenny Lipscomb. She's ... aaahhh... not blond or brunette, but she is... ah... ah... ah... funny." I
reached up, hefted my mom's boobs, and rolled her nipples between my fingers. I watched her spasm in response and roll her eyes upward.

When she gazed back down at me, she looked a bit dazed. "She's ... got black hair?"
I nodded, still massaging her tits.
"And? What... uuughhh... ughhh... did Miss Lipscomb ... say?" Her hips moved faster, rubbing her clit on
the spot just above my dick.

"She... uuugghhhh... already had a date to prom." I smiled at her. "It's not too ... late for me to take you." "Stop... sweetie." She smiled and rolled her eyes. This time it wasn't just in ecstasy, but it was also in fun. It was nice to see her smile and share a joke with me. "I'm not ... dating ... the man I made. We're just... doing this... because it's what we want ... and it makes us feel... gooooooood. Oh... gosh... Evan ... your penis really does... feel good... eeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Her hips went into overdrive, and she came on me. A few minutes later, I was behind her. She was halfway off the bed, and I stood on the floor, slamming into her. We liked to call this 'the wife-woman position', since that's where we learned it. It always set Mom off. And I liked it, too. Even after all the sex we'd had, I felt incredibly lucky that I was the only one that got to see
her ass shake like that. I was pretty sure Dad wasn't ever railing her like this in their bedroom. The thought
made me chuckle, despite the pleasure that surged through me.

Tower
"Ooooohhhhhhhh... Evan ... when you're back there... I... I... Evan ... ssnnnooorrrrkkkkk!" She had one of
her snorting orgasms. At least she wasn't so chilly with me when I was plowing her from behind.
Not long after, I erupted inside of her. We shuddered and shook together. By the time she finally got herself up, I was lying on my side watching her dress. "I'll ask someone else, Mom.
Alice Montgomery is funny and pretty. She has blond hair." "Sounds good." Mom slowly buttoned her pajamas. Her fingers were still trembling from her orgasms. "As
long as her hair isn't
blue." She gave me a stern look. "Sleep well, Evan. See you in the morning." She bent
over, kissed me on the forehead, and left my room.
I lay back in bed, thinking about her sleeping next to Dad with a womb full of my cum. I was still crushing
hard on my mom. It was hard to imagine Alice Montgomery could compare to her in any way.


I was sitting in chemistry class, daydreaming about Mom and looking out the window. I knew I should have been paying attention to the teacher, but lately it had been hard to focus. I looked around the room. All the other students lived normal lives. They had boring, normal parents, I assumed. Well, they all led normal lives except Ava. She was a bit insane. I looked at her empty seat. She was cutting again. I shook my head and returned my gaze to the window. Why was I still into her? She had some sort of magnetism I couldn't quantify or qualify.
Looking out the window, I had to do a double take. Standing out in the rain was the shopkeeper that had sold me the ring and sold my mom the bell. He stood with the same ridiculous hat and clothes, twirling a dark umbrella over his head. He smirked at me when we made eye contact and nodded. It was clear that he wanted to meet.


My hand shot up. "Bathroom, please."
The teacher pointed her finger at the door and continued the lesson. I got up, left the room, and found the shopkeeper outside. "What's going on?"
"Well, greetings and salutations to you too, Mr. Gosling." He bowed, almost knocking me with his umbrella.
"Sorry." I waited, but he only stared at me. Finally, I returned his bow. "Greetings and
salutations, Mr. ... Shopkeeper."
"And how are your mother and Ms. Roslin?" He smiled solicitously.
"Do you ... have something else to sell
me?" I had to admit, I really liked the bell. I was interested.
"Not today." He shook his head.
"Well, Mom is great. Things are still going
great with her." I knew he'd catch my
meaning. "And Ava won't give me the time of day. So, I guess the ring was wrong about her. But that's cool." I shrugged.
"The ring has something to say," he said.
"Um... I have to get back to class." I was starting to get wet from the rain, which would be suspicious since I was supposed to be in the bathroom.
The shopkeeper held out his fist and opened it. The Missus Ring sat on his palm.
I blinked at it in surprise. "I thought it disappeared."
He rolled his eyes. "Why would it do that? It returned to my shop. But it alerted me today, that you've been dragging your feet. So, it had something to say."
I stood in the rain, waiting for the ring to say something. "Did it ... say it already?"
"Well, yes. But I suppose you can't hear it." He nodded and put the ring in his pocket.
"So..." I took a step back toward my classroom.
"It wants you to go home." The shopkeeper pointed in the direction of my house. "Now." "But I have class. I'll -"
"Now, Mr. Gosling." The shopkeeper turned and strolled away, twirling his umbrella.
"That ... dude ... is... nuts." I hurried back to class, grabbed my stuff, and blurted an apology. "Sorry, feeling sick. I'll sign out at the office." I raced out of the room before the teacher could respond. I supposed I owed it to the ring to listen if it had something to say.


I walked up the street, nearing my house. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a sudden flash of blue bouncing through my backyard. I stopped in my tracks, hoisted my backpack higher on my back, and rushed behind the nearest tree trunk. When I peeked out, I saw her. Ava Roslin was jauntily walking over my lawn with a wide smile on her face. She didn't seem bothered by the rain. There was something about that grin that said she was up to no good. And whatever she was doing, she had been doing it at my house!


Ava was wearing a nice dress. I'd seen her in something similar when she'd stalked us at the hotel. I watched her walk down the street. When she was safely in the distance, I ran the rest of the way home and burst in the door. "Mom? Mom!?!" I was worried.
Dropping my backpack, I did a sweep of the ground floor. I didn't find anyone, so I ran upstairs. I stopped in the hall. Mom was just coming out of her room with a concerned look on her face. She wore a towel on her head like she'd just come out of the shower, and she wore another towel wrapped around her body.
"Evan? You're not supposed
to be home." Mom frowned. "What's wrong?" "The shopkeeper showed
up at school, and the ring said I needed to go home, and then I saw Ava leaving our backyard." I furrowed
my brow. "What's going
on?"
A horrified expression
crossed her face. "I was just in the shower... because... I wanted to be ready for you when you got home from school." She unwrapped the towel around her head and
tossed it into her room. She did the same with the towel
around her body. "I have such a crush on you, Evan."
She struck a seductive pose in the hall.
"We never have after-school sex anymore. What's going on?" I narrowed my eyes.
Mom pressed her lips into a
thin line and studied me for a moment. She folded her
arms over her boobs. "I'm pregnant, Evan. I wasn't... always... having safe days. I messed up. I'm sorry."
"What!?!" My head nearly exploded. It's lucky I can handle crazy stuff, because otherwise I might have
fainted. I steadied my hand on the hallway wall near a family portrait from a few years back of me, my sister, and both parents. I glanced at it. How would I explain to the Evan in the picture that he'd one day knock up his own mother? How would I explain to the Mom in the picture that she wouldn't use birth control while humping her own son? What had the ring done to us?


"You look pale, Evan." She walked over to me and put an arm around my shoulders, guiding me downstairs.
"Let me make you some Sleepy Deepy tea."
"Okay." My mind spun and whirled. I had assumed that she'd known what she was doing. But I guess she was just following the wife-woman's lead. I wondered how many kids the wife woman had. "This was a big goof on my part." She sat me in the kitchen. She was still naked as she went about boiling some water. I stared at her belly, trying to see if it was bulging at all. Bulging with my baby! A chill went down my spine. What had we done? What about Dad? "What about Dad?" I said.


"I've been intimate with your father, too. So... he won't know." She frowned. "The baby is yours, so it will look like your father, too... I guess."
At those words, I felt like my brain was literally exploding.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor next to the kitchen table. "What... happened?" My mom was hovering over me with a concerned look on her face. "I think you fainted, sweetie." She put a cool hand on my forehead. "I'm so sorry. Let me make you feel better." Her hand slipped into my pants. I was in a considerable amount of shock, so I didn't harden for her. After a minute, she frowned. "That bad, huh?" Giving me a brave smile, she pulled down my pants. "It will be easier to have this conversation while I'm making you happy."

?

"Conversation?" I watched her suck my soft cock into her mouth and bob her head quickly. gaackkk... gaackk." She raised her eyebrows and looked up at me while continuing the blowjob. It was working, and my dick was springing to life despite the news she'd hit me with.
"Mmmmmm...
"That's... a strange conversational style... Mom." I stared at her, my mind still dazed. I know, I should have
been prepared to hear that my mother was pregnant. It just hadn't seemed possible. It still didn't seem
possible.
Mom lifted her mouth off my cock and straddled me, holding my dick in her hand. She guided me into her pussy and settled her hips on mine.


"We should have tried the pill. Or... anal," I said, staring up at her pretty face. My mother hadn't changed
that much towards me since this had all started. She was really more of a mother with benefits than anything
else. I wasn't her boyfriend. I certainly wasn't her husband. "What about Dad?" I blurted. "Well, that's one of the things I wanted... uuuggghhh... to talk to you about." Her eyes lost a little focus as her hips undulated. She stretched out her arms, running her fingers down my shirt. Her nails dug into my stomach. "You're only eighteen... being a dad would ruin... your future. Also... I'm your mom... so it would be... complicated. I love ... your father... and he wouldn't understand. This baby... will be your brother... or sister. Ugh... ugh... uuugghhhh... do you understand?" She rubbed one of her hands on her
belly.
A


I let out a long, relieved breath. I put my hand over hers on her belly. "You're okay... ooohhhhh... with all that?" She was trying to give me a reassuring smile, but her face was too
twisted by pleasure.
"Dad did... okay raising me." I nodded. "I can't imagine... raising my own... sibling-slash-kid. We really ...
messed up... Mom."
"It's okay... we'll make the best of it." She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, her tongue dancing with mine. We didn't often kiss, so this added another surprise upon everything else. I didn't mind it. When she was done making out with me, she sat up again, grinding her pussy. "To tell you the truth... uughh... now that the little thing... is inside me... I'm looking forward... to having another one. I love you... and your sister... and I have enough love to add one more. Plus, I like having ... secrets with you." She put a finger to
her lips. "Shh... don't tell the world... it's our baby."


"Shit... Mom." I had to admit, having a baby with her was hotter than I'd first thought. "And... uuugghhhh... don't swear." She waved a finger at me. "So... you are having ... the baby?" It was a dumb question, but I really wanted it to be crystal clear. "Yes." She leaned forward, grabbed my shoulders, and rolled us over. She was now on her back on the floor, and I was on top of her. My hips knew what to do, thrusting into her. She looked lovingly into my eyes. "I
wanted you... on top... for this part of the conversation."


"There's more... Mom?" I put my hands on the floor next to her, lifting myself up so I could see more of her.
Her tits jiggled and bounced as she absorbed each of my lunges. Her face twisted, but I could see she was trying to keep her composure. I didn't accelerate my hips, giving her a chance to talk without cumming.
She bit her bottom lip. "I might as well... come clean."
"What?" My brain was still dazed and slow. I realized that I had been completely derailed. The pregnancy had
thrown me off the other surprise of the day. My hips stopped and looked down at my mother. "What did ... Ava do this time?"
"I think following the wife-woman's example... might be causing ... complications ... in my life." Mom looked up at me earnestly.
"What did she do?" I wasn't sure if I was referring to the wife-woman that lived on in my mom's mind or Ava.
My mother held up her hand, placing the tips of her thumb and index finger close together. "I may have...
ummm... gotten myself... into a teensy, tiny affair with Ms. Roslin." My jaw dropped. I lay motionless on top of my mother with my cock buried deep inside her. I was
dumbfounded.


I pulled out of my mother and crawled backward away from her on the floor. My mind was reeling. "You and Ava?" The back of my head hit the wall, and I stopped, sitting on the floor and staring at my mother's wide- open legs. Ava had been in that pussy, too. "I ... can't think straight. I...”
"I'm sorry to drop this all on you at once, Evan." She kept her legs open. "Come back inside me, and we can talk about it."
I shook my head. "What did Ava do to you?"
Mom closed her legs, sat up, and covered her boobs with one arm. "It was more my fault than hers. If you want to know, I'll tell you about it." There was a long, drawn-out silence between us.


I felt like I might be hyperventilating. It was a good thing I had the mental fortitude to withstand all this. I would never faint twice in one day. Otherwise, I might have been out cold on the floor.
My mother was having an affair with my crazy high school crush. Oh, boy! Not good! Slowly, Mom stood. "I'll make you that tea. You wanted Sleepy Deepy, right?" She moved to the counter.
I stared at her perfect, round ass as she reached into the cabinet. Ava had grabbed that ass. I shuddered. "How could you do it, Mom?" I reminded myself that she wasn't my girlfriend. We weren't exclusive. She slept with Dad after all. She wanted me to find a nice girl to be my prom date. Someone who was ... not Ava.

But this was cheating on both Dad and me! And it was with Ava! Mom knew how I felt about Ava.
"Well... um... Ava came over while you were at school one day." Mom didn't turn around as she talked. She kept fiddling with the teabag and mug. "She was angry. She thought we were hiding the ring from her. She was screaming at me, getting in my face. I asked myself what the wife-woman would do. I was either going to slap her or ... um... kiss her. And ..." She lowered her voice."... I kissed her. And she kissed me right back. I should have expected that. Before I knew it, my hands were all over her, feeling her waist... her hips... her backside. I hadn't ever really thought about how sensual a woman's body..."
I blacked out.
When I came to, I was on the sofa in the living
room, still naked. Mom
was sitting on the edge of one of the cushions. She was still naked, too, looking down at me with
concern.
"What happened?" My tongue felt slow. My mind was moving like molasses.
"You fainted again, sweetie." Tears welled in
her eyes. I wasn't used to seeing my mother cry.
"I'm so sorry I did this. The pregnancy. Ava." She
shook her head. "The wife-woman opened something inside me, I think. You said the shopkeeper still has the ring? We need to tell him
to destroy it!"
"I need to think." I sat up. "Alone." My legs were shaky, but I stood.
"We need to talk, Evan." She reached out her hand to my arm. "You can't -"
I brushed her hand away. "We can talk later." Anger was slowly building inside of me. It was such a strange feeling. I was so rarely mad at Mom. "I... don't know what to say right now." I stumbled out of the living room and headed upstairs.

I avoided my mom for the rest of the day. I only talked to Dad at dinner. I pulled my dresser in front of my door before I went to bed. I didn't want her coming in for her usual late-night visit. It worked. I'm not sure if she tried to get in, but if she did, I slept through it.
In the morning, I deftly avoided her and sprinted out of the house. I checked my phone on my way to school. She sent several texts with various heart emojis. She also wrote: I'm here for you. So sorry!
I didn't reply.
At school, I was walking and talking with Raji about what he was planning on wearing to prom. All of a sudden, there was Ava. She walked toward us down the hall in the opposite direction. She stared right at me, made a V with her fingers, put them up to her lips, and flicked her tongue in the V. My eyes widened, but I kept walking, my mind in a haze.
"Did you see that?" Raji said. "Ava is so disgusting sometimes. What do you think it means? Is she taking a girl to prom now that she and Gavin broke up?"
I didn't answer.
"You did see that, right Evan?" Raji nudged my shoulder.
"Sorry... I'm not feeling well," I said.
"Yeah, you look a little pale, dude." Raji nodded.
Ava was supposed to be in my next class, but her seat was empty. I stared at it for ten minutes, before getting up and heading for the door. "I'm sick today," I said, when the teacher paused to watch me go.
I was in such a rush that I didn't bother signing out at the office. I jogged home. Sweaty and out of breath, I was about to burst in the front door. But I stopped myself. This was probably the only opportunity I'd have to eavesdrop on them. The window in my dad's unoccupied home office was open. I crawled in, took off my shoes, put my backpack down, and snuck into the hall.
"No, we can't do it anymore." Mom's voice was coming from the laundry room. "I hurt Evan. I feel terrible." "He's not a baby, he can handle it." Ava didn't sound worried about me.
"No, he's not a baby. He's a man. And it's okay to be hurt if you're a..." Mom sighed. "I don't know why I try to get through to you. Anyway, like an idiot, I dropped some other news on him at the same time. He wouldn't even talk to me."

I put myself against the wall and peeked into the laundry room.


"Waa waa, baby baby." Ava pretended to cry. "I cut school for you today, Mrs. Gosling. You can't just kick me out." She moved in, backing my mother against the running washing machine. Their noses were inches apart. "The only way you're going to keep me happy is to give me the ring or your pussy."
I almost barged in. I thought about telling her that the shopkeeper had the ring. But that was complicated. I wasn't sure I should send her to him. That might be like sending fire to a powder keg. I pressed my lips into a thin line and watched.


"Have you heard anything I've said, Ms. Roslin?" My mother put her hands on Ava's shoulders, ostensibly to
keep the eighteen-year-old at bay. "I hurt Evan. I ... um... I..." She looked into Ava's eyes. "Why do you have to be so pretty? I can't believe I'm going to ..." She sighed heavily. "Mother and son both crushing on me." Ava laughed. "But only mommy gets my pussy."
"Don't talk like that. You know I don't like it." My mother frowned. "Haven't you learned anything yet? I don't care what you don't like, Amy." Ava kissed my mom's cheek. "I only care what you do like." She pecked my mom's lips. "So, I guess you aren't going to give me the ring today? It'll be the other thing?" She kissed Mom again. "Don't close your lips. What's that you always say?
'What would the wife-woman do?""
"She would kiss you back," Mom whispered. She was speaking so softly I could barely hear her over the
whirring washing machine.
"I like you, Mrs. G. But you can't tease me and then toss me out." Ava pulled off my mom's blouse. She reached behind Mom, and expertly unclasped her bra. I wasn't quite as suave at undressing my mother. Ava pinched my mom's nipples and sucked on the left one.


"Ohhhhh... Ava." My mother ran her fingers through Ava's blue hair.
I stared at them. Mom hated Ava's blue hair. And here she was cupping Ava's head the way she did with me, pressing Ava to her breast.
"At least... can this be the last time?" Mom said. "I'm sorry I started all of this. It's just so confusing... with
the wife-woman... and... ooohhhhhhhh... Ava."
Ava shook her head against Mom's tit. She was telling Mom: no, this wouldn't be the last time. Ava kissed her way down my mother's belly. She then unzipped Mom's jeans and pulled them down, kissing lower and lower as Mom stepped out of her jeans. Next came Mom's panties. Now, my mother was standing in front of a teenage menace in only her birthday suit.



It seemed that this was the moment of truth. If I was going to put a stop to this, I had to act. But I found myself
doing nothing more than peeking at them around the doorway. "Don't tell Evan... about today... I don't want to hurt him any more than I... ooohhhhhhhh." My mother
shivered when Ava slipped a finger into her pussy.


I was confused about what I was witnessing. But I sure as heck didn't like Mom asking Ava to keep secrets from me. It was too late to announce myself. It was too late to save Mom. She's already dove into this black
hole. My cock strained in my pants, but I wasn't going to fap where they could catch me. "I'm going to punish you, Amy. You shouldn't have tried to kick me out today." Ava pulled her wet finger
from my mom's pussy. She slid it effortlessly into Mom's mouth.

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head.

"Punnniiissshhhhh?" Mom said around the finger.
Ava pushed Mom out of the way, pulled her own dress over her head, and lowered her panties. With only her bra on, she faced the washer, put her hands on it, and spread her legs. "Eat my ass, Mrs. Gosling." "Oh... I don't know." Mom stood staring at Ava's ass. I could tell she was thinking about it. This was beyond
crazy. I'd asked Mom for butt stuff before, and she'd roundly rejected me. "You know I don't like that," Mom
said to Ava.
"I don't care what you don't like." Ava wiggled her butt. "Don't worry. I showered this morning. I'm just a
little sweaty from the walk over here."
"Ava?" Mom slowly lowered herself to her knees behind my classmate crush.
"What would the wife-woman do?" Ava giggled.


My mother put her hands on Ava's ass and spread her teenage cheeks. "Okay... if you think I need to be punished. But then you have to leave. Evan could come home early again today. He would be so mad..." Mom leaned forward and licked Ava's crack. "... if he caught me ..." She licked again. "... doing this... with you." She thrust her tongue into what I assumed was Ava's butthole. I couldn't quite tell from my angle.
Mom was right. I was pissed. But I was also insanely turned on. And... incredibly bewildered.
"Ha! If Evan could only see his mommy-girlfriend now." Ava laughed.
Mom pulled away from her ass. "Don't say that."
"Back to work, bitch." Ava wiggled her butt.


Mom complied. I couldn't imagine someone calling my mother a bitch and living to tell the tale. But I suppose
my imagination was lacking. Because not only was Ava living, she was getting her ass eaten out.
That moment might have been the right time to slink away, slam the front door, and announce that I was
home. I really should have put a stop to it. But I continued to watch.
Mom worked on Ava's backside for a while. Then, with a smoothness that demonstrated some amount of practice, she turned herself underneath Ava, and started eating teenage pussy. She held Ava's ass tightly in
both hands. I could see her wedding ring halfway buried in Ava's supple flesh.


This... this was wrinkling my brain. How much therapy would I need to deal with this week? Years probably. First, the pregnancy. Then, learning about Ava. Then, finding out that Mom seemed to like being Ava's bitch. It the loving, but firm mother I'd always known. This woman, who was currently lapping pussy, was ... a
was so far outside the bounds of what I understood. At least when Mom and I were having sex, she was still
stranger.
Finally, I pulled myself away from the scene and moved back to my dad's office. I stood in the quiet room,
with a raging hard-on, trying to figure out what to do next.


I wanted to confront them. But not together. Not while Mom was munching on my high school crush's box. I tried to calm the conflicting rage and horniness that possessed me, leaving the house through the window.
I went for a long walk and got back to the house about an hour later. I wish I could say that the fresh air and sunshine calmed me. It didn't. When I opened the door, I was a twitching mass of clenched muscles. "Mom... I'm home."
My mother called from the kitchen, "In here, sweetie."
I walked into the kitchen and sat down heavily in a chair.
her chest, her eyes wide in shock. "You can't talk to me that way!"
"I was just making myself some lunch. Would you like some Japanese noodles?" She turned and gave me a forced smile. "You're home early again."
"Is Ava gone?" I said through clenched teeth. It was hard to believe that her pretty lips had recently been between Ava's ass cheeks. Mom was dressed in jeans again with a blouse. Her face looked freshly washed, with no hint of makeup.
"What do you mean?" Her smile flickered, and her eyes darted with guilt.
"Let's not play games, Mom. I
know you were nose deep in Ava's ass about an hour ago." I dug my fingernails into the
table.
"Evan!" Mom put her hand to
"Why not? Ava called you a bitch and you let her. Ava punished you, and you let her."
"I... I... um..." My mother stuttered. I could hear the water boiling on the stove, but she didn't tend to it. "I'm... so sorry." Wisely, she didn't make my knowledge of the day's events an issue. She passed right by that. I'm sure she guessed that I'd somehow spotted them. "I'm so sorry, Evan. You're what's most important to me. This family is what's most important. But I was so bottled up before the wife-woman came into our lives. Now, whenever I ask myself what she'd do, or ... when Ava asks what the wife-woman would do, I just ... do that. The wife-woman is so free. She's unconstrained."
"She has a husband that she loves. And she's honest with him. They have an open, but... straightforward marriage." I shook my head. "There are two parts to the wife-woman. She's a free spirit, but she's also closely tied to her husband. To me... according to the ring."


"Gosh... Evan... you're right." Mom walked over to me and bent down to be at my eye level. "That's very wise." She frowned. "I can see that you're angry with me. And you have every right to be." She looked away. "Wait... why do you think Ava wants the ring so badly? She's already as free as the wife-woman."
"Don't change the subject. I'm still mad at you." That was true enough, but my muscles were starting to relax. Just talking to her openly was such a relief. She had behaved so differently with Av. It was nice to see that she was still the mother I loved. "I know that you wearing the ring is this crazy event for us. I know that it was powerful enough for us to ... you know... do all the things we've done. But Ava's been my crush for years. And... you ate her fucking ass!"
"What I did was wrong, but I'm still your mother. You can't talk to me that way."
"She called you a bitch, and I can't say 'fucking?" I stood up.
"I'm not responsible for
her upbringing, Evan.
I'm responsible for
molding you into a fine young man." She
unbuttoned her jeans. "And I've mostly succeeded. You're pretty great." It was the kind of thing she'd normally say with a smile, but her face was still pale and slack. She lowered her jeans and panties, stepping out of them. She turned off the stove. I stared at her perfect ass while she had her back to me.
"We're not going to have makeup sex. That won't make everything right." I folded my arms.
"Sit back down in that chair. We're not having
sex, unless you want to." She turned back to me.
"But I messed up, and I
am going to give you some satisfaction."
Nonplussed, I sat back down in the chair away from the table.


"I haven't spanked you in over a decade. You had to do something really naughty to get that punishment. Well, I'll admit, I shouldn't have tried to lie to you about Ava. That's bad enough that you get to turn the tables." She leaned over my lap sideways, presenting her butt to me in prime spanking position. "Go ahead, let me have it."
I... I... um...
." I stuttered. I stared down at the callipygian view.
"Go ahead, Evan. You'll feel better once you ... ow!... ow!... yes... ow!" My mom tensed when I whacked her butt with my palm. First one cheek, then the other.


"You shouldn't have slept with Ava without telling me." I brought my hand down. I wasn't pulverizing her, but the slapping sound did reverberate around the kitchen, mixed with her shrieks. "If you're wondering... what the wife-woman would do... she would talk to me... about Ava."
"Ow!... yes Evan... I'm sorry... Ow!... you're right... Ow!" My mother seemed genuinely remorseful. "You're what's... important... to me. Not... Ava ... not freedom... Ow!"
I stopped spanking her and ran my fingers over her red cheeks. "Freedom is fine, Mom. But we can't lose sight of the other stuff."
"Wise... words... sweetie. Are you done?" Mom didn't wait for a reply. Slowly, she moved from her prone position, and sat in my lap, facing me. There were tears in her eyes. "I love you. I have a crush on you. I don't want to do anything to mess that up." She reached under her and pulled my pants and underwear down. She slid my dick into her pussy.


"I guess we are having makeup sex." I realized that my anger was fading to nothingness. Her punishment had really let me vent. But I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily. I held her hips so she couldn't bounce on my dick. "You did butt stuff with Ava. I think it's only fair that you give me some, too." Her eyes went wide. "I didn't do that sort of thing with her. She didn't put anything... in my behind." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "You know no one's put anything back there, not even your father." "Great! That way I know that you're really trying to make it up to me." I gave her my best stern look. It wasn't easy. I wasn't used to being strict with her, it was always the other way around. But I had just given her a spanking. "If it helps, you can ask yourself the question."
"What would the wife-woman do?" Mom pulled off me, went to get a bottle of olive oil, and returned to where
I was sitting. "You're so big, Evan. I don't think it will even fit." She poured oil into her palms. My cock was already wet from her pussy, but she slathered it in oil anyway.
"If it doesn't fit, I guess you're off the hook." My body buzzed with expectation. Mom's betrayal with Ava seemed almost worth it if it was going to kick off the world of anal sex for me. "I'm sure the wife-woman would find a way to make it work for her husband."
"You're not my husband." Mom wiped off her hands on a towel and stood in front of me, facing her butt towards me. It was still quite red. I could even see some handprints.
"Same vibe though, right Mom?" I was tempted to slap her ass, but I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't know
how sore her cheeks were.
Mom twisted a little and
looked back at me. "You're my son. And I suppose, somehow, it is a similar vibe
to... being married to you. Oh... gosh... I can't believe you got me to say that." She squatted down and lined up her butthole with my dick. "I'm sorry I did those things
with Ms. Roslin without telling you. I ... aaaaahhhhhhh... promise... to do better... to think about ... how the wife-woman... is
so committed to her husband
... how much happiness that brings her... how much... 00000hhhhhhhh." The head of my dick was pressing into her hole, but it wasn't going in. Maybe it wouldn't
all.
fit after


She looked up at the ceiling and moaned. "It won't go in... aaahhhhh... it won't... eeeiiiiiiiii."
With a plop, her sphincter gave way, and my dick entered virgin territory. "That's really
...
tight... Mom."
"It... hurts..." Mom hissed through clenched teeth. I could see her shoulders and back tense as she lowered herself onto my dick, working through the pain. I'm pretty sure she was channeling the wife-woman's
gumption big time.
"You're a... champ." I thought about calling her some dirty names, but didn't want to ruin the mood. It was
clear she wanted to raise an exceptional young man. One who was almost all the way into her ass now.


"I'm... a champ... a champ ... for you... for you... Evan... making up for ... screwing up... and... and... 00000hhhhhhh." She was resting her rosy ass on my hips now, gyrating in little circles. "It hurts... it hurts... less." Her voice was thin and reedy.
"Really... tight... Mom." I held her hips, but didn't push her faster or into another motion. I let her work her
tiny rotations and get used to me.
Ten minutes later, she switched to bouncing. "Evan... Evan ... it's good... surprisingly... good." Her voice
was still strained, but it sounded like a happier sort of constriction. "So different... than anything else... so strange... that my fine, young man... is back there... so... strange... ooohhhhhhh."


Five minutes later, she let out one of her joyful snorts. "Butt... orgasm... butt orgasm... I think ... eeeeiiiiii ...
I'm going to have a butt... oooohhhhh... gosh... eeeeeiiiiii." She threw her head back and screamed. She came twice more, riding me in reverse. Then, I stood up without pulling out of her ass, and waddled her
over to the wall. She braced herself with her hands by a family portrait, while I slammed into her standing up. "Are you going to... ugh... ugh... ugh... save this ass... for me?"


"Only... you... ooohhhhhh... it's yours... Evan ... no one else... eeeeiiiiiii," she shrieked.
It was so strange looking down at her rippling ass. I was so used to seeing the eye of her butthole looking up at
me. But now, it was bravely stretched around my dick. "Gonna ... cum ... Mom... gonna cum... in your ass."
"
"Yessssssssss... aauuugghhhh." She let out several orgasmic snorts and whipped her hair as we came
together.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhh." I held her hips tightly and finished inside. When my hips were done spasming, I leaned
against her, panting. "I... forgive you ... Mom."
"Thank you... sweetie." She reached back and caressed my cheek.


I pulled out of her with a plop. Looking down, I could see my cum leaking out of her dilating asshole.
"Oh... gosh!" She covered her butt with her hands. "That feels ... really strange!" She turned, gave me an
alarmed look, and waddled quickly out of the kitchen, keeping her hands over her butthole the whole way. I sat back in the kitchen chair, exhausted. My mind was going in a million different directions. I tried to focus
on the fact that Mom had given me something really special. We were going to be okay. A few minutes later, I heard the shower turn on upstairs. I stumbled to my feet and headed to her bathroom to
join
her.


"Morning people." I walked into the kitchen to find my dad drinking coffee and my mother making waffles.
"Good morning, sweetie." Mom gave me a warm smile. I searched my feelings, but found whatever anger I had wasn't directed at her. I did, however, grind my teeth thinking about Ava.
"Morning," I said and sat down.
"Why the long face, buckaroo?" Dad stood, downed the rest of his coffee, and straightened his tie.
When I didn't say anything, Mom chipped in. "Evan's having girl trouble."
"Plenty of fish in the
sea." Dad walked
behind Mom and
slapped her on the rump.
"Eeeii!" She jumped at
his touch.
"Whoa, what's up with you, Amy?" Dad put on his suit jacket.
"I'm just a bit sore, Greg." She gave him a sheepish look. "Evan and I were exercising yesterday, and it's
tough to keep up with a teenager."
Dad rolled his eyes. "Go easy on your mother." He pointed a finger at me. "I'm off to work." He picked up his briefcase.
"I don't mind if Evan's
a little hard on me.
Sometimes I deserve
it." Mom gave me a sly
smile.
0
Dad looked back and forth between us. "What's the joke?"
Mom and I both shrugged.
"You two are so strange sometimes. I'm off." He gave us a wave and left.


Mom and I stared at each other, locking eyes. When we heard the door to the garage close, we both burst out laughing. It was a little while before our cackling died down. Eventually, Mom spoke, wiping tears from her eyes. "What did I say? I don't like lying to your father. What I said was... mostly true." She brought me a plate of waffles.
"It was still a lie. Just an odd one." I shook my head. "After what happened with Ava and you, I feel more sympathy for him."
My mother's residual giggles died immediately. "Do you mean yesterday was the last ... with us... ... um... married vibe?" Her face fell.
having the
With a knife and fork, I dug into my waffles. "No, Mom. I just have more sympathy. Anyway, Dad's wrong. There aren't plenty of fish in the sea. You're my white whale."
"It's not polite to call
your mother a
whale." Her face relaxed with relief. She even ventured a smile. "But I get it." She came over and kissed me on the cheek. "I know what
you're saying about your father." She leaned her lips close to my ear. "That ring really turned things upside down."
"Yeah... it did," I
said between bites of waffle.
She sighed and sat down to eat with me. We made small talk over our breakfast.
When I finished, I got up and slung on my backpack. "I'm going to talk to Ava today. I'll set her straight."
Mom rubbed her chin. "What we talked about yesterday gave me an idea about what you can say to her. It's possible it might finally get her out of our hair."
"Really? What do you have in mind?" I was all ears.

"Hey, Ava. Let's talk." I intercepted her in the parking lot before class.
"Uh woh ... is Ewan Gowsling angwy wiff me?" She said in a baby voice. She waved on the flock of friends she was walking with and stepped over to me. She had a smug smile on her face.
"Look..." I walked behind some trees for a little privacy, and she followed. I tried not to give her a once over. Even after everything, I still found her hot. I no longer had a crush on her. God's honest truth. But the sight of her still wound up my insides. I tapped into my anger, hoping it would drive away my horniness. "Look, I am angry. You're messing with my family."
"She was already cheating
on your dad with you!"
She poked my chest with a finger. "That's a fucked up family. Hard to mess up something that's already broken." I think she saw the hurt look on my face because there was an
actual glimmer of remorse
in her eyes. But it was quickly gone. "Anyway, she came onto me. I have so many mom jokes to hit you with, asshole. Your mom is a horny bitch." She turned and walked away. "You're right."
Ava paused and looked
back at me. "I'm what?" Slowly, she walked back and stood right in front of me, hands on her hips. "My mom's insanely horny. Mom and I had a
good talk yesterday." I nodded.
"You... did?" Her frown
was extravagant.
"Yeah. I punished her." I
worked hard to keep a
smile off my face. "I spanked her and
everything. Then... I gave
her permission to keep seeing you. She said I could even watch."


?
"But that's... that's..."
Ava shocked me by slapping my face. I saw stars for a moment. "That fucking takes the fun out of it, Gosling. You ruined it!"
I took a deep breath to clear my head, but didn't
respond to the slap. I was about to dig the metaphorical knife in, and I didn't want to be distracted. "It's for the best that you keep doing stuff with my mom, punishing her and stuff." I held her gaze. "Mom
and I agreed that it really seems like you need it."
"What the fuck does that mean?" She went to slap
me again, but I caught her
wrist this time. "All I want is the ring," she hissed.
"Look, you must have figured that if my mom had the ring, weeks of 'what would the wife woman do?' means she'd have told you that we had it. You're not stupid." I dropped her wrist. "You know we don't have it. I'm not even sure why you want the ring. Mom wants it because she felt free with it. But you're already free. You're too free. So why do you want it?" Finally, I smiled. "Never mind, I know why you want it." This was
Mom's idea.
"I want it because it's a high, moron. I like getting high." Ava turned and walked away.
"What are you getting out of the ring, Ava?" I called after her. "It's not freedom. Where's the thrill come
from?"
She didn't answer me. I watched her perfect ass stalk off out of sight. When she was gone, I rubbed my cheek.
It was hot where she'd slapped me.
I was only a little late for my first period class.


Later in the day, when Ava wasn't in class, I texted my mom. Mom texted back that Ava hadn't shown up.
Are you telling me the truth? Me.
What would the wife woman do? She wouldn't lie to her son. Who... has the same vibe as her husband. Mom.
Me: Ava was pissed this morning
Mom: You said what we talked about?
Me: Yeah. Are you sure she isn't there?
I'll tell you about it when I get home.
Mom: I promise. I feel terrible that I breached our trust. You can punish me again when you get home. If you want. I
won't lie to you again.
?
Mom:
I smirked and put my phone away.
Wherever Ava was, she was probably finding a different kind of high to distract herself from our conversation.


"Ow... I was a bad ... ow... Mommy ... ow!" Mom was on my lap again. I was sitting on the edge of my bed. We were both naked, and her bottom was red from the spanking I was giving her.
Wicke
M
Tow


I laughed. "This is fun, Mom." I gave her ass one final spank.
"Ow! Fun for you. You're not in trouble." She twisted and smiled back at me, lowering her voice. "This is fun
for me, too. I like when you take charge... a little." She crawled off my lap and giggled.
"Well, in that case, I'm going to take your butt again today." I winked at her.
She stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at me. "I don't know. I'm still sore from yesterday and -" "Your butt is mine, Mom." I pointed to the bed. "Assume the position."


"Oh... I see." She cocked her head and gave me an appraising look. "Well, in that case, let me go get a few things." She jogged out of my room, her ass jiggling wonderfully with each stride. A minute later she returned carrying the bell, and a small bottle. She held up the bell. "I don't want the neighbors to hear me screaming."
My hard dick lurched at her words.
Mom held up the small bottle. "I bought us some lubrication when I went out earlier today. I thought you might want to go back there again, and kitchen oil should stay in the kitchen." She tossed me the bottle, and I caught it. "You can keep that in your nightstand drawer. I don't want your father finding it, okay?" She rang the bell, put it on my desk, and jumped on my bed. She quickly put herself on her hands and knees, her ass right at me. "Should we try it in this position?" She looked over her shoulder with her eyebrows
pointing
raised in
question.
OM

"Yes... please." I was already slathering my cock with lube.


"Remember, I'm still sore. So, go slooooooowwwwwwwwwww." Mom tensed as I pushed my dick up against her asshole. I could see all the little muscles in her back ripple and her shoulders bunch. "Oh... gosh... I can't
believe we're going to do this again. It feels like it won't go in... it feels like... my butt wants to keep you out
and... ooooooohhhhhhhh... there it goes," she said through clenched teeth.
"Your ass... is so tight." I grabbed her hips and humped her, starting slow at first. Even with the gentle pace,
she wailed like a banshee. Not for the first time, I was glad we had the bell. Eventually, I worked up to a
robust
rhythm.
"It feels good... Evan... it feels good again," she screamed. "It's so ...
special... that I get to share this with
you... that I... ooooohhhhh... my... I'm going to... have a butt orgasm... I'm going to... eeeeeiiiiiiii." She
tossed her head back and forth as she came. Her arms and legs gave out, and she collapsed to the mattress.
"It is...
uggghhhhh
. special." I pressed
her legs together and
humped her ass
while
she
was prone.
I went slower so I
could tell her about
what happened with
Ava.
When I finished my
story, Mom looked
over her shoulder at
me. "She... slapped
you? Who... raised
that girl?"
"She would
have...
ughhhh... turned out
differently... if she'd
had a mom like you."
I kissed her sweaty
back.
"Ooohhhhhh... Evan.
... you are the
sweetest." She turned
her face forward and nodded her head in
agreement. "I did do
... a great job... of
The
Wicked
Tower
raising you and your sister. Oooohhhhhh... I think I'm getting sore again...
soon?" Her hands clenched the sheets.
My hips sped up. "I'll finish... if you tell me... who else is getting your ass."
do you think... you'll finish
"No one ... Evan... not your father... not that blue-haired girl... uuuugggghhhh... it's yours." She thrust her
ass back at me. "Yes... yes... finish inside my butt. It's your butt... Evan... finish... in it."


"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh." And that's just what I did.


"Mom... I'll be late for school ... Mom... uuuggghhhhh." It was hard to pull my eyes away from the blowjob, but I managed to check the clock on the kitchen wall. I was definitely going to be late. "Mom?" My pants and underwear hung on a nearby chair, I didn't want to stain them before school.
"Mmmmppphhhhh." She was on her knees on the floor, looking up at me imploringly. Her lips made little, bubbling suction noises. She held my cock with one hand, and gently rubbed my balls with the other. "Mmmppphhhh?"


"Yeah... okay... I'll cum." I grabbed hold of her hair. And forced her further down my cock. We didn't ever plan to mess around in the mornings. But when Dad had left for work, she'd practically jumped me. She had been revving on a high gear for the past week. Ever since she'd had that new insight into the ring and given me access to her ass. "Gonna ... cum... Mom."

"Gaaaaagggghhhhhhh," she said. I eased off on her hair and let her find her own depth.
"Get... ready..." I gazed into her face. Her eyes were watering, but they were also filled with a mother's unconditional love. The sight made my balls churn. "Almost... there." Thoughts of Ava popped into my mind. She hadn't bothered us in the last week. Mom's plan had worked. Ava didn't want anything that was given to her. She especially resented permission. I blinked and pushed Ava out of my mind. I thought only of my love for my mother and how beautiful she looked with her face distorted by my dick. "Cumming... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." My hips bucked, and I blasted into her mouth.


"Ggglllmmmm... gggglllmmmm... ggglllmmmm..." Mom gulped down my sperm, her eyelids fluttering with delight.
Five minutes later, I was cleaned up and heading for the front door. "Bye, Mom. Thanks for that." "You're welcome, sweetie. Have a nice day." She still had some cum dribbling down her chin as she waved goodbye to me.
I jogged down the sidewalk, my backpack bouncing with each stride. Quickly, I was huffing and puffing, a light sheen of sweat forming on my forehead.
Ava just about gave me a heart attack when she stepped out from behind some bushes. "You're late, Gosling."


I screeched to a halt in front of her. "Yeah... I am late... and so are you." I made a move to step around her, and she put her hand on my chest.
"Who cares if we're late?" She gave me a defiant smile.
"If you don't care, why'd you bring it up?" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "My mom cares." I winced at that. Technically, Mom was the reason I was late. "Doesn't your mom care? Or your dad or
whatever?" "Nope, nope, and nope." She shook her head, her hand still on my chest. "I want to talk to you." "Can it wait? I need to get to school because of the ... whole being late thing." I brushed her hand away. And
stepped around her.
"We're eighteen, Evan. We can write our own absence notes," she said to my back. "Wait, I really do want to
talk to you."
I wasn't jogging any more, but
I was walking at a brisk pace. I
let her catch up. She fell in beside me. I glanced at her
pretty, callous face. "Please
don't fuck with my family
anymore."
Ava laughed. "Oh, shit. You have to know that makes me want to fuck with you and Mommy more than anything."
"I mean, fuck off, Ava." I scowled. "That's better." She clapped me
on the backpack like we were old friends. "So, I've been thinking about what you said
last week. I think I know what you meant, but I want to hear
you say it."
"I meant what I said. You don't need freedom." I shrugged.
"The wife-woman gets you off
because of how she feels about her husband." I expected a quick retort, but I got nothing. We walked a block
before I glanced at her. She was chewing on her bottom lip, her brow furrowed with thought. "So... can you
leave me alone now?"
"No..." She shook her head. "No... I can't."
"Well, can you at least apologize for slapping me last week?" I checked my phone. We were already late for age from my om that was nothing more than a line of emojis:
first period. Also, there was a text


"Nope." Ava laughed. "You deserved it."
"No, I didn't," I said.
"Yes, you did," she said.
"No, I didn't." I'm embarrassed to report that we went back and forth like that for way too long.
Finally, I changed course. "What do you want, Ava?"
"I want to feel like I did with the ring on. That was the best high I ever had ... the best sex of my life." She rolled her eyes. "Don't blush you idiot, it wasn't you, it was her. It was the wife-woman. It was better than drugs. Better than anything I've done with Gavin or anyone She raised her eyebrows at me. "Better than your mom."
else."
I wasn't going to take the bait and
get angry. "The ring is gone, Ava." I turned the corner with Ava right
next to me. The school was up ahead. "Fine. That's fine. I've been thinking about that. You were right when you said that your mom would have coughed it up." Ava sighed. "You should have seen the things that I had her do to -"
"Shut the fuck up!" I growled.
Ava raised her eyebrows. "Nice. I like that side of you." She shrugged. "Anyway, I believe you two now. The
ring is gone. But that doesn't change anything. I want that high again. So, why did the wife-woman feel those
feelings...
in here...?" She put her hand over her chest. "... and here?" She lowered her hand to her pussy
and gave it a squeeze.
"Oh, my God." I shook my head. "You're right. It's because of how she feels about her husband." She glanced at me. "Stop fucking blushing, I
told you it's not about you. It's about her and him. You might look like him, but you're not him. I don't feel that
way about you at all. I don't feel that way about anybody."
"That's sad, Ava." I waved to her. "Now, I gotta go. I'm late." We were at school. I jogged away from her, looking back over my shoulder once. She had a forlorn, quizzical expression on her face. I almost felt bad for her. Almost.


I jogged home after school. "Mom, I'm home." I dropped my backpack just inside the front door, took off my
shoes, and went to hunt down my mother.
"In here, sweetie." Mom was in the laundry room. I found her folding some towels. With all the sex we'd been
having recently, we'd been going through lots of towels. "How was your day?" Her smile was full of warmth. "Actually, I talked to Ava this morning." I watched her smile fade as I told her about what Ava had said. When I was done, she stood holding a towel mid-fold, pressing her lips together in concern. "Did she demand
anything from you?"
"No." I shook my head.
"Did she demand anything from
me?" Mom
finished folding
the towel and put
it on top of the
stack on the
washing machine.
"No. It seemed like
she'd been
thinking about
what I told her last
time. Maybe she'll
mellow out and
find a boy she can trust, the way the
wife-woman
did
with her husband."
I rubbed my chin.
"Maybe the wife-
woman was like
Ava when she was
a teenager?"
"Maybe."
Mom
took
off her
top
and her bra. Her
smile was back.
"And maybe my
son would like to
use the time we have together before his father gets home." She moved with a little extra hip sway and closed
the distance between us.
"Yes!" I pulled off my t-shirt and tossed it to the floor.


Mom giggled, putting her arms around my shoulders and kissing me on the cheek. Our bellies pressed up against each other. I thought about the baby growing inside her. "Why so serious all of a sudden?" She gazed
into my eyes. "Thinking about Ms. Roslin?"
"No, I'm thinking about how you're going to have my baby. That's nuts." I kissed her. We made out for
several minutes. She ran her hands through my hair. I gripped her ass through her yoga pants and squeezed. We broke apart, panting a little. "It's nuts. And totally wrong. And... totally right. That ring really did turn everything upside down." She pushed away from me, stripping off her pants. "I need you inside me, Evan. Thinking about what I'm carrying of yours has got me ... really, really wet." She stepped out of her pants and
pulled down her panties.


I undressed, too. "In the butt?" I was so excited, I started fapping.
"I want you in my vagina today." She put her hands on the washing machine and stuck her ass out at me.
"Okay, but you need to say, 'I want you in my pussy, mister."" My grin went ear to ear. "Evan. I'm not using that word." She looked over her shoulder and frowned.
I walked up behind her and slapped her ass cheeks with my cock. "What would the wife-woman say?"
"Um..." Mom chewed her bottom lip, still looking back over her shoulder. Suddenly, her clouded face
cleared. Her smile was angelic. "I want you in my pussy, mister."


"Perfect." I laughed and entered her from behind. "I ... uuuggghhhh... love you... Mom." I grabbed her hips
and slammed into her hard and fast.


"I... love you... too." Mom's eyelids fluttered, and she turned her face forward. The muscles in her arms and shoulders were taut as she braced herself against my onslaught. "Ohhhh... gggooosssshhhhh... Evan. I ... you're so deep... I want to scream. We should have... ugh... ugh... ugh. ... used the bell." The stack of
towels on the top of the washing machine fell to the floor. We didn't care.
"Go ahead... and scream... Mom... we're alone." I slapped her ass cheek.


"Eeeeiiiiiiiiiii!" My mother's high-pitched keening filled the room. Her wails elated me. It was a gift to fill her
with ecstasy. My nerves buzzed, and my hips thrust harder as Mom threw her head side to side, riding out her
orgasm.


I was so captured by the moment, that it took me a while to notice another odd noise in our laundry room. It
sounded like... clapping. With my hips still going on autopilot, my head slowly swiveled to the doorway. My
jaw dropped.


Ava stood just outside the laundry room. She was clapping and bouncing on the balls of her feet, a bright smile shining on her face. "You were right, Evan. Look at you two. I'm sorry I didn't see it before. I need to feel
about you the way she does!" She pointed to my mother.
"Whhaaaaa?" Mom was dazed, recovering from her orgasm. She turned her head to look at Ava. "Stop...
Evan... stop..." She pushed back at me.
"Sorry." I stopped my hips and held myself fully inside my mother. I could feel her pussy twitching. My cock
jerked in reply. "You can't... just come into ... our house," I said.





"Sure, I can." Ava shrugged. "The back door was open. Anyway, I'm not here to bust your balls." She folded her arms and gave us an appraising look. "I get it now. I understand what the ring showed me." She nodded at my mother. "I want what she's having."




"It isn't about sex, it's about love and trust." My mother served us coffee in the kitchen. She had thrown on a robe rather than taking the time to dress after Ava had interrupted us.
"Right, exactly." I agreed with her, even though it was also about the sex. I was dressed again, sitting across the table from Ava.
"That's bullshit, Mrs. Gosling." Ava took the coffee and shook her head. "You cheated on Evan here. Where's the trust?"
"Well... um... I... made a mistake." Mom's face turned very cold. She hated admitting mistakes. She sat down at the table, giving Ava an icy stare. "You were a mistake, Ms. Roslin."


Ava laughed. "I've heard that before." She shrugged. "So, what did you do to build up trust again? How did you say sorry?"
Mom and I looked at each other uncomfortably.
"Oh, it was a sex thing! You
made it up to him by giving
Evan something no mother should ever give her son." Ava put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "Was it your butt?"
"My mom is about to
strangle you," I said. "Knock it off."
"Sure, whatever." Ava rolled her eyes. "My point is that this is how people communicate." She lifted her shirt and lowered her bra, pointing her tits at me, and then at my mother. "See? You're both captivated. I've finally got your attention." "Put those away." I looked over at the clock. "The only thing you're proving right now is that I'd never date
you."
"You're such a loser, Evan." Ava cackled in an unkindly way. Her tits jiggled with her belly laughs. "Don't you talk to him like that." Mom waved a finger at her.
Ava lowered her shirt and stopped laughing. "My point is, I want to have what you have with Evan, Mrs. Gosling. How do we make that happen?"
Mom stared at her with wide, incredulous eyes. "I'm his mother. You could never have what I have with -" "I know, I know. Yadda yadda." Ava sipped her coffee. "Love and trust. Just give me the cheat code, and we can have a merry, little three-way."
"Get out, Ava." I pointed to the back door.
"

"Yes, it's time for you to go, Ms. Roslin." Mom's voice wavered with rage.
"I want what the wife-woman has." Ava stood. "And I will get it." Her gaze was threatening. "You can't force your way into a trusting relationship." Mom stood, walked to the back door, and opened it. "You're not equipped to have what the wife-woman has. You're just... not a very nice person."
Ava stood, cocked her head, and stared at my mother. She looked more confused than hurt. "What my mom means is, you need to go find someone else. Some other boy ..." I got up and stood next to Mom. "... or girl that you can build trust with. You've burned your bridges here."


"Where did you get the ring? Maybe your dealer has more?" Ava folded her arms and waited. "I'm not
leaving until you tell me that at least."
Mom and I looked at each other.
"The shopkeeper and Ava deserve each other." I shrugged. "Let's just tell her."
Mom nodded to me.
I gave Ava the shop's address. "Can you go now?"
"Later, Goslings." Ava walked past us.
Mom shut the door and hugged me. "I'm so sorry, Evan. I should have never kissed her. I shouldn't have lied
to you about her. I made it worse."
"It's okay, Mom. We've already been over this. It led us to a good place. We understand the wife-woman better now." I put my arms around her waist and squeezed her. "We'll figure out how to deal with her. It's Ava's fault that she's like this. Not yours."
"I raised such a good boy." Mom nuzzled my neck.
"I have an awesome mom." I slapped her ass pretty hard, making her yelp.
Soon, we were making out in
the kitchen. A while later, her
robe was open, and I was
bent over, sucking on her nipple.
"Ms. Roslin is so stupid... so
...
stupid." Mom ran her
fingers through my hair.
"How could she ever think
she could have this with you? Only a mother could feel
what I feel when you're at my breast."
"Mmmmmmppphhh." My dick was hard again. It hurt,
probably because Ava had
blue-balled me earlier when
she let herself in. Since Mom's robe was open, I reached
down and slid two fingers into her pussy, running them along the wonderful ridges
inside her. "Amy... Evan... I'm home."
Dad's voice came from the front of the house.

Mom and I lurched apart. She wrapped her robe tightly around her. I wiped spit from my chin with the back
of my hand and turned away from the door so Dad wouldn't see the erection in my pants. "There you are." Dad came into the kitchen wearing a suit with his tie loosened. He took off his jacket and
handed it to Mom.
Mom and I exchanged nervous looks, but he wasn't interested in us. Dad grabbed a beer from the fridge and rummaged in a drawer, looking for a bottle opener. "You know that girl who was mowing our lawn for a
while? The blue-haired one, I mean."
"Yes, I know her." Mom cringed.
"She's crazy, Dad. I wouldn't believe anything she says." I tried to sound confident. What did Ava do now?
Dad looked up from the drawer and gave me a confused expression with his eyebrows raised. I was still standing with my back to him, making eye contact over my shoulder. I must have looked a bit odd. "Are you looking for the bottle opener?" Mom walked over to him, reached into the drawer, and pulled out the opener.
"Thanks. Don't know
where that was hiding." Dad popped the top to his
beer and took a couple
gulps. "That blue-haired
girl ran across the street
right
in front of my car a
few blocks from here. I
nearly ran her over.
She
does seem a bit crazy. I don't want her mowing our
lawn anymore. Even if she
is hot."
"Greg! She's eighteen."
Mom playfully slapped his
shoulder. "She's young
enough to be your daughter."
"Yeah, Dad. She's eighteen.
Gross." I gave Mom a
pointed look. She rolled her
eyes at me. I was, of course, also eighteen and look what we were doing.
"I'm going to unwind in the
backyard. You want to grab a beer and join me, Amy?" Dad walked toward the back door. "Thanks, Greg. But I was helping Evan with something before you came home." Her wooden smile barely curved her lips. "I can't leave him hanging."

"Sounds like a pain in the ass," Dad said.
I snickered at that.

Dad gave me another quizzical look. He had the expression of someone who'd always suspected I was an
idiot, and now the evidence was mounting.
"Yep, Evan can be a real pain in the butt." Mom let out a constricted laugh. She went to the fridge, grabbed a couple more beers, put them in a bowl with ice and the bottle opener, and handed the bowl to him. "Are you going to sit in the gazebo and listen to the game?" She lovingly pushed him out the back door.


"Yep," Dad said.
"Enjoy!" Mom closed the door. "We have at least an hour. I'm going to get the bell. Meet me in your room." We were both laughing as we raced through the house. It was reckless. It was stupid. But after all the tension with Ava, I think we both needed to blow off steam. I undressed, got the lube out of my nightstand, and began slathering my hard dick.
Mom opened my door, stepped in, and furtively closed it behind her. She looked over at me. "Oh... you're
already oiled up." A shiver shook her so violently the bell in her hand rang. "Can you believe your father is lusting after Ms. Roslin? What is it about that girl that gets men so riled up?" She put the bell down and let her
robe fall to the floor.


"Mom... you ate her ass."
Mom frowned at me. "Don't talk to me like that."
"Well, you were really bad with Ava." My mood dropped even as my dick stayed upright.
"I'm sorry, I was a bad mom." Mom turned and put her hands on the wall next to a poster. She pushed her
bare ass back toward me. "Do you want to punish me?"
I laughed. "You know how to turn my mood around. Can you imagine what Dad would do if he came in here
right now?" I walked over to her and gave her butt a solid spank.


"Ow!" She looked at me over her shoulder with gritted teeth. "Ow... ow... I'd rather not imagine it. We both
love him. Ow! And we don't want to hurt him. He just wouldn't ever ... ow... understand the special bond we have. I have such a crush on you... ow... Evan... ow... that I let you spank my bottom. Okay, that's
enough." She moved her butt out of the way of my swinging hand.
"No more spanking. But your punishment isn't over." I pulled her over to my desk chair. I sat down, and I
backed her onto my cock. It slid right into her asshole. I remembered the first time we'd tried it. Her sphincter had so valiantly defied my dick. Now, it was like her butt was made for sex.
"I was a bad mommy, Evan. I was... ugh... ugh... so very bad. I deserve your thing... up my butt." She put
her hands on my knees and rode me in reverse. "Bad Mommy ... I wasn't careful with your seed ... ugh...
ugh... ugh... and now I have a penis in my ... behind ... and a baby in my belly."

OLD THIS

What a world I lived in! Mom was talking dirty to me while plugging her ass on my cock. And this was right after I had denied Ava and sent her packing. I was a million light years away from the innocent teenager with
a crush on Ava that had walked into that strange shop not that long ago.
"I love it when... you're bad... Mom." I held her delicate shoulders and forced her to arch her back as she
humped back into me. Her ass shook, the ripples of each impact disappearing into the perfect curve of her
lower back.
"Why... sweetie?" She twisted to look back at me with genuine bewilderment on her face. Her movement brought her bouncing side-boob into view. She was so beautiful that my heart and dick nearly seized up. "I
hurt you... and I'm so ... sorry," she said.
It was a mammoth moment of cognitive dissonance for me. My mother's face showed warring parts lust and remorse. I would have thought those expressions would have been incompatible, but there they were. At the same time, her hips didn't slow. She continued to propel her ass back on my cock with force. "We're playing a game... Mom. You're not really... a bad mommy... ugh... ugh... you just made... some
mistakes." I smacked her rippling ass to punctuate the thought. "We don't need ... to really talk about it...
now."
"Oh... right... I... oooohhhhhh... knew that." Her smile returned, bright and happy. Her hips switched
from bouncing to rotating her ass on my lap. Her smile faded, replaced by a rictus of ecstasy. "Buttgasm ... I'm
about to have a ... oooohhhhhhhh."


We fucked for about forty minutes, switching positions at one point so that she was prone on the floor, and I
railed at her from behind. I came in her ass like that, with her wailing about taking her punishment.
After we were done, she raced off to get cleaned before my dad ran out of beer. I dressed, and went downstairs
to help her make dinner. We had a flirty, fun time in the kitchen. I kept grinning like an idiot, thinking about my cum in her butt and my baby in her belly. Dad eventually came back in for dinner, but his return didn't dim my mood. I felt great. And Ava was the only one who could mess that up. With any luck, she would find
herself a nice boyfriend she could trust and leave us alone.



I continued living my best life with Mom. We built back trust through solid communication and lots of sex.
We humped all over the house, mostly using the bell. We laughed, we cried. Or at least Mom cried when we used the technique the wife woman had taught us. That always sent Mom's orgasms through the roof.
It wasn't all fun and games, though. Mom finally broke down and told Dad about the pregnancy. He was shocked, but I don't think he was suspicious. He put on a brave face when they sat me down to tell me that I'd have a new brother or sister. I tried to act surprised. Afterward, Mom came to my room and complimented my acting. Of course, she blew me to show her appreciation.

Fird You ream

Over the next week, we didn't hear from Ava, although I did see her at school. At first, she seemed happy. She even gave me a warm smile a few times as she passed me in the hall while surrounded by her friends. But as the week wore on, her face turned dark and brooding. She walked around alone. She didn't make eye contact. Part of me wanted to ask her what was going on. That was the kind, foolish part of me. The intelligent part kept my head down. I reminded myself that if she wasn't bothering Mom or me, that was a win.
I was starting to think that this might be the end of my Missus Ring saga. Ava had done whatever she'd done with the shopkeeper and had left us alone since. Mom and I were getting along swimmingly. The only thing I didn't have was a date to prom. And no, I wasn't going to ask Mom. But I could always go stag. With the amount of sex I was getting from a beautiful, loving woman, I was pretty sure my confidence could handle that.
Exactly one week after I'd last talked to Ava, she emerged from the bushes in front of me as I was walking home from a friend's house.
"You think you're funny, Evan?" She balled her fists. "You did this on purpose. You're an asshole." Her eyes got big. "Lie!" She blurted.
"Um... what?" I took a step back and rubbed the back of my neck.
"I... wish I had
never met you." She held her stomach and looked like she
was trying not to throw up. After a few seconds, she said, "Lie!"
"I... have to get home, Ava." I tried
to step around her, but she moved in front of me.
"Look... look what the stupid
man in the wizard
hat gave me." She
held up her left hand. She was wearing a silver and black ring.
"Oh, that's cool
looking. The shopkeeper gave
you that?" I
squinted at the ring.

"I bought it from him." She sighed. "I guess he's not stupid. But he is sadistic." Her eyes darted, waiting for something that didn't happen.
"I can see that you're not the wife-woman right now. So, I guess that this ring does something else?" I held out my hand. "Can I see it?"
"I can't take it off," she snarled. "Not that I care about taking it off." She looked queasy again. "Lie!" "Why do you keep barking the word 'lie'?" I cocked my head. Even for her, she was behaving strangely. Ava grabbed my shoulder and pulled my face inches from hers. "The ring makes me blurt out the word lie, even when I'm not lying." She rolled her eyes and pressed her lips together. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. "Lie!"

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"Oh... shit." I smiled in amazement. "It really does make you say when you're lying. That's awesome."
"You're such an asshole," she growled. "Lie!"
"I am pretty great." I chuckled. "See you." I feinted left and dodged to the right, getting past her. I broke into a
jog.
"Wait. You have to fix this. It's your fault." She jogged after me. "Lie!"
I sighed, came to a stop, and turned toward her. "I don't have to help you, but I will. The shopkeeper isn't a bad guy. He's just eccentric. Let's figure out -"
"Lie!" Ava grimaced apologetically. "The ring makes me do that even when I think things that ... um..."
"That are lies?" I said.
She shook her head. "Lie!"
"Okay, I'll walk you over to the shop. We can talk to the old guy together." I shrugged. "That dude and I go way back, I'm sure I can get him to take that ring off."
"Thank you, Evan." Her shoulders slumped with relief. "You ... um... are a good guy."
"That's true." I changed directions, and we walked across town. I tried to steer the conversation in directions where she wouldn't likely lie. I did this out of empathy, and also, because her blurting was getting annoying. The shop was closed. There wasn't any sign about when it would open again. We peered in the windows. All the creepy stuff was still in
there. I told her to hang tight,
and that we could visit the store tomorrow. She actually looked grateful. When we said
goodbye, I thought there might
be tears in her eyes. But I didn't
want to ask her about it and have her lie.
We turned in opposite directions, and she said, "Lie!"
I turned back to her. "What were you thinking?" Without looking back at me she
waved a defeated hand. "I ... um... don't want to tell you."
"Oh... cool. I can respect that." I nodded. "See you tomorrow."
I watched her round ass rotate
as she briskly marched down the sidewalk and turned out of
view.


"So ugh... ugh... that's the latest... she can't... lie anymore." I was on top of my mom on my bed. She
had her feet locked behind my butt, looking up at me with earnest intensity and lust. We were both naked, the bell was on my nightstand, and Dad was asleep.
DOS!
"It sounds ... ooohhhhh... like she can lie ... but she just ... sort of... admits it." Mom's smile was mischievous. "We could torture her... uuuggghhh... if we wanted."
"Nah... we can't... I'm a good person... the ring made her say so." My hips kept a slow, steady rhythm.


"You're... my... good boy." She patted my cheek with pride. "So... ugggghhhh... what are you...
do?"
...
going to
"Well... first... I'm going to pound my mother... until she's turned to quivering jelly." My hips sped up. Mom snorted a laugh and playfully ran her fingers through my hair.
"Then I'm going to... cum ... in my mother's pussy." I put my hands on her shoulders. The position let me
enjoy pinning her down, and it also helped me see her twisted face better.
She nodded and gave me a distant smile.
"Then... I suppose... I'll help Ava deal... with the shopkeeper." I slammed into her, getting close. “Because
I'm... aaahhhhh... aaaaahhhhhh... a good guy."
"My ... good boy... my... oooohhhh... good boy... oh... sweetie... I'm going to... sssnnnooorrrrkkkk." One of her eyelids closed, the other fluttered, and she had one of her adorable, snorting orgasms. "Cumming... Mom... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh." I emptied myself inside her, content with the world, as only a man can be when he's deep inside his mother.


The next day, the shop was closed again. We peered in the windows. It was dark and dusty in there. I
shrugged, said I'd try again later, and waved goodbye to Ava.
She said a series of caustic things directed at me, all lies by her own admission. Then, defeated, she asked me to keep her company.
"Why me? Go hang out with Gavin or something." I studied her pretty face. "Is this just about having what
the wife-woman her as we stood on the sidewalk
has?" I frowned at
in
front of the shop. "I'm helping you out because you're suffering, but I don't want to be the wife-woman's
husband. Not with you. You're
dangerous, Ava."
"I'm nnnn..." She caught herself.
"So, yeah, I am dangerous. Get over
it."
I turned away from her and started
walking in the other direction.
"I... can see you haven't gotten over it." Her voice had a plaintive quality that was eerie coming from her.
I turned back to her and cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes... um... I want what the wife-woman has. We both know that." She waited. When nothing happened, she continued. "I can respect that you don't trust me." She groaned. "Lie!" She held up her hand. "This has been hell, Evan. And nobody else understands me. My friends all think I'm crazy. Gavin only liked me because I was... wild. But you understand me. I want you because of what the wife-woman has. But also... I ... um... you... well... I feel less terrible when you're around."
"I don't trust you, Ava." I glanced at the closed shop. "I'll meet you here tomorrow after school. I'll help you
with the shopkeeper, but then, I'm out." I waved and walked away from her.


Ava wasn't at school the next day, but she met me at the shop like we'd planned. She only blurted out "lie!" a
handful of times while we stood on the sidewalk looking at the closed store. I suppose it was progress. She offered to break in, but I wasn't sure what that would accomplish, since we were trying to reason with the shopkeeper. We agreed to meet there again tomorrow, and I said goodbye. But, she followed me like a puppy dog all the way home. When I told her she wasn't welcome in my house, she left. I suppose that was progress,
too.
That night, Mom and I were cuddling on the couch watching a show. Dad was still up, so we were snuggling with our clothes on.
"Ava could be manipulating you." Mom rested her cheek on my shoulder, tenderly stroking my
arm with her fingertips.
"I tried pulling the ring off her
finger today. It really is stuck." I gently massaged Mom's perfect thigh. "And the way she says 'lie'
isn't a trick. She hates it. I can
tell."
"You always did have a soft spot for Ms. Roslin." Mom's voice was
thoughtful.
"I've never even kissed her, Mom." I looked over my shoulder
to make sure Dad wasn't around.
"You ate out her ass." "
"Right, because she manipulated
me." She pulled her head away
and gave me a wary glance. for not telling you. You know I'm sorry about that."
"Although, I take responsibility
"I'm sorry I said that about her ass." I gave her a quick peck on the lips. Mom's face softened and her blue eyes
sparkled. I glanced over my shoulder again. The coast was still clear, so I cupped her boob with my hand. "I think I can help Ava."
"I know. You're going to help her talk to the shopkeeper." Mom smiled at me. Our television show was
completely forgotten.
"I think we can help her with more than the shopkeeper." I kissed her again, this time letting my lips linger on
hers. "The lie-detector ring is calling out her bullshit each and every time."
"Language, Evan." She rubbed my hard dick through my pants. "Well, it is bullshit, Mom. And I think she can do better." I pressed my lips together and gazed sincerely into
my mother's eyes.


"You're so handsome when you have conviction." She gave my dick a squeeze, kissed me on the cheek, and
stood up. "I'm going to go get the bell. Meet me in the basement bathroom in three minutes."
"Yes, ma'am." I raced to the bathroom to get naked. We could talk about Ava some other time.


The next day, Ava wasn't at school again, but we met just like before at the store. To my surprise, it was open.
I pulled my backpack higher on my shoulders and raised my eyebrow at Ava. "Are you sure you want to take
the ring off? Maybe... it could be helpful?"
"Fuck you, Gosling." Ava's face turned red with anger. "I'm fucking sure I don't want to shout 'lie' all the
time." She didn't shout lie, so I guess that was true.
"Okay." I opened the door for her. "Let's see about getting you a refund then." She entered, and I followed her
in.







"Welcome ... welcome... what can I get you today?" The shopkeeper was wearing the same insane outfit I'd
seen him in before. He paused when he came around the board game corner and saw us. "Well, it's the couple of the moment. You've come to thank me, no doubt."
"What...? No. We're not a couple." I gave him a worried look. I didn't want him to go on about how I had wished that Ava would be my girlfriend. I tried to signal him with my eyes not to elaborate.
"I don't even like Evan." Ava twisted up her face. She looked like she was trying to hold in a huge burp. Then she spat out, "Lie!" Her face fell. "It's not true ... I don't ..." She let out a resigned sigh. "Lie!"
"What can I do for you, then?" The shopkeeper turned his wicked smile on me. "If Ms. Roslin is looking for a refund, you know my policy on those from your little incident with your mother."

"He knows about that?" Ava's jaw dropped.
"He doesn't know anything." Now I was signaling Ava with my eyes not to elaborate. "He just knows that Mom tried to get a refund." I shook my head to clear it and returned my gaze to the shopkeeper. "Look, you tricked Ava. It's been funny. But this has to end. If there are no refunds, fine. But can you take the ring off her? She can keep it in a box or something."
"Like the missus ring, the happiness ring will persist at its mission until its work is done," the shopkeeper
said.
"The missus ring didn't finish its ..." I let my voice trail away.
"Oh?" The shopkeeper raised an eyebrow.
"What was the missus ring supposed to do?" Ava looked very curious.

ARAFER

"What was this happiness ring supposed to do? Why'd you buy it?" I pointed a finger at her ring.
"I don't know," she said. "Lie!" She shook her head. "He said it would make me as happy as the wife-
woman."
I looked at the shopkeeper. "Dude, that's never going to happen. You have to take it off her." "I'm powerless." He shrugged.
"Is it money? My parents have a lot of money. We could buy this whole fucking shop." Ava's cheeks flushed with anger. I waited for her to bark out Lie, but all she did was clench her fists. I guess I did know her family was wealthy.
The shopkeeper's eyes flashed with what looked like greed, but he shook his head. "There's nothing I can do. When the ring is finished, it will come back to me."
"Look, she's miserable. You've been messing with us this entire time. My mom and I nearly ... um..." voice shook with anger. "Just take the fucking ring off."
Ava gazed at me with a new
expression on her face. Was
that... approval? I'd never seen that in her eyes before.
"I'm growing tired of this conversation." The shopkeeper looked at Ava and spoke very slowly. "The only way to true happiness is through truth. It's right there in the phrase: true happiness. You asked, and I
gave you the right tool. The perfect tool."
Ava picked up a board game. I didn't catch the title.
It might have been Murder at
Some Lodge or something. She held it up. "Take the ring off, and I'll buy this for
a thousand dollars. Lie! My parents will buy this for a thousand dollars."
.." My
KAT PALMER LODGE
SAL


Suddenly, Ava and I were standing out on the sidewalk. The board game was no longer in her hands.
"What happened?" Ava looked around. "Did he drug us?"
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"I don't know how he does that." I pressed my lips together. "He's got magic rings ... so..." I shrugged. "Well, we gave it our best shot. Sorry, Ava. Try to be honest and good luck." I walked away from her.
"That's it!?!" Ava screamed after me. "My life is ruined. And you're like... 'Try to be honest and good luck!?!'" Her voice was full of anguish. "I hate you, Evan." There was a brief pause. "Lie!"
"Your life isn't ruined. Just be a
better person. If you ..." I looked over my shoulder, expecting her to look furious like she did the
day she slapped me. But instead, she looked pitiful. She was crying. I'd never seen her do that
before. She was trying to hold it in, but I could see there was sobbing right around the corner.
"I... shouldn't forgive you for what you did with my mom. But, if you promise to be nice, you can come over today, and I'll
help you learn how to be more
honest."
"I'm... I'm... way more honest than you... asshole," she said between sobs. "Lie!"
"Promise to be nice." I beckoned her over. "I'll be nice." She hustled over to
me. The relief on her face quickly twisted. "Lie!"
"Oh, no. I'm not going to help you if you're going to fuck with
me or my family." I held out my
hand. She stopped right in front
of it. I watched her closely.
I
could see the wheels turning in

her head. I wasn't sure if she was going to hit me or flash me her tits.
Ava did neither. She took a deep breath. "You're the only one that knows I'm not crazy. And ... you're sort of
... a nice guy." She scowled. "I promise I'll be nice, too."
I waited, but she didn't bark out any admission of guilt. "Okay," I nodded. "Come back home, and my mom
will make us some tea, and we can talk about how to deal with this. I'm sorry I couldn't help with the
shopkeeper."
"You should..." Ava bit her lip. "Lie!"
"What were you going to say?"
"I don't want to tell you." She shook her head. "I don't like tea. I like coffee."
"I'm not surprised." I made room for her on the sidewalk next to me and headed home. "I'm sure Mom can
make you some coffee."


Ava was true to her word. We went to my house, and she behaved. Mom gave me some serious side-eye, but
she didn't kick Ava out of the house. We talked in the kitchen for a while.
"So, I think focusing on someone that loves you and that you trust will help. It's easier to be honest with the people we love." I sipped coffee, looking across the kitchen table at Ava. Mom stood with arms folded over her chest, leaning against the counter. I smiled at Ava. "One thing about the missus ring is that it made Mom and I closer."
Mom burst into a fit of coughing.
"I mean... um... well... we love each other. And even if we make mistakes, we're there for each other. We're
not perfect, but..." I raised my eyebrows. "I know she'll love me no matter what. Who do you have in your
life like that? I mean the love stuff... um... not..." I glanced at my mom's reddening cheeks. "I mean... how about your mom or dad?"
"I wouldn't fuck them even if I could." Ava didn't follow this up with any blurting, so I guess it was true. Of course, I had thought that about my mom before the whole missus ring thing started.


"But do you trust them? They must love you." I regretted saying it the second it was out of my mouth. The
look on her face turned tempestuous. "Oh, I see," I said. "You don't have any siblings, right? So ..." "That's right, Gosling. Laugh it up. I've got fucking no one." Ava furrowed her brow in anger. I waited, but
she didn't say anything else. She really didn't have anyone.
"Well, I'll be your friend." I stuck my hand across the table.
"Oh, Evan." Mom put her face in her hands and shook her head.
Ava looked at my hand
like it might bite.
"If you can be honest with
me, maybe that will be
enough." I didn't
withdraw my hand. "It's not quite the wife- woman's happiness, but
having a good friend
really does make you
happy. You should see
when Raj and I hang out,
we -"
"I'm not sure why you're
doing this, but I'll try."
Ava shook my hand.
We sent her home a little
while later. I couldn't be
sure, but I think she looked less brooding than
usual. Mom and I stood at
the living room window, watching her walk away. "This family has had a
very odd time of it with
that girl." Mom put her arm around my shoulders. "From the hotel, to the chores, to... the other stuff.
Anyway, I'm proud of you for helping her. But if she tries any shit, I swear to God..."
I smiled and leaned into her. "Mom, you just swore."
She laughed. "Like you said to Ava, I'm not perfect."
"You're as close to perfect as any mother could be." I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her forcefully on
the lips.
She tried to push me away, which wasn't easy because I was tightly holding her ass. "Evan, sweetie, we're standing in the window. Anyone can see us."


"Mom, no one is looking at ..." I turned my gaze out the window. Ava must have come back for something, because she was standing on our lawn, giving us a big thumbs up. For the first time in days, she had a smile on
her face. I took a hand off my mom's ass and awkwardly waved at Ava.
Ava enthusiastically waved back at me.
"What is she doing?" My mother frowned at Ava through the glass.
"I think she's trying ... to be friendly?" I shooed Ava with my hand. She caught on and turned away again. I
guess whatever she'd come back for could wait.


My mother took my other hand off her ass. "Now imagine that was someone that didn't know about us. Like,
you know, the rest of the world."
"You're right, I'm sorry." I gave her a salute, pulled the curtains closed, and playfully tickled her belly. "It's
just so hard to keep my hands off you."
"You're my son, we're not newlyweds." Mom laughed and scampered away from me. "Maybe we're a little of both?" I chased her. She squealed and giggled as we ran around the sofa, and she headed toward the stairs. I caught her before she could ascend. We had a while until Dad got home, so I pushed her up against the wall and lowered her yoga pants. My pants quickly followed.
"Oooohhhhhh... Evan ... why do I like it when you're so aggressive?" She pushed her butt out toward me. "You were so confident with Ms. Roslin today. You're so handsome when you're confident. I ... uuuuggghhhhhh." She grunted as I entered her pussy. "I... actually think... you can help her... and that you're doing... uuuuggghhhh... the right thing."


"We... ugh... ugh... ugh ... will help her ... Mom." I grabbed her hips and slammed into her. "We ... won't fall ... for her shenanigans... this time. We know her ... well enough." I tried not to think of how well my
mother knew her.
We humped without words for a while. She hung her head, her fingers pressing into the drywall.


After she came, she pulled my dick out of her, turned around, and slid me back inside. She looked deep into my eyes. One of her legs was wrapped around the back of my thigh. Her hands rested on my shoulders. "I
want to... look at you... ugh... ugh... when you ... shoot your stuff in me. I'm so ... proud ... of you. I ...
love you... Evan. You really do have... all those things with me... that you said earlier."
"I know... Mom." I grabbed her ass and slammed into her. "I love you... too. Together ... we can do...
anything." A few minutes later, I was nose to nose with my wailing mother as we both climaxed in the hall. As we came down from our high, I thought about Ava. I knew she wasn't going to turn over a new leaf all at
once, but it did feel like Mom and I had gotten through to her today.




Over the next couple days, Ava was friendly to me in the halls at school. She almost looked happy to see me at times. It was always hard to tell with her, but maybe she appreciated my going to bat for her with the shopkeeper. Maybe she was just planning how to manipulate me. Who could tell?
I sat across the table from Raj at lunch. I was listening to him, but also daydreaming about Mom.
"So, I'm thinking, after prom we'll go to Dania's house." Raj was very excited about prom. It's all he'd talked about the whole week.
"Sure." I nodded and ate my sandwich, watching the other students in the cafeteria.
"Dania's older sister offered to buy us beer and stuff. I ... um..." Raj stopped talking when Ava slid onto the bench next to me.
Cafeteria
??
"Um... what?" Raj was confused.
"Howdy, boys. Nice to see you." Ava looked down at the table. She hadn't brought a food tray with her. "Lie!" She
shook her head, took a
moment, and said, "I ...
would like some company for lunch."
"Sure, Ava." I shrugged.
"Um... sure." Raj stared at
her while Ava scrolled her phone. He kept making eyes at me like he wanted an explanation. I shrugged at him. Eventually, Raj spoke. "So... Ava." Raj took a gulp of water. "Who's your date to prom?"
"Nobody, loser." Ava sneered at him and put her phone in her cleavage. "I don't want to go to prom." Her eyes went wide. She put both hands to her mouth as her cheeks puffed out. "Lie!"
I understood. "Well... um..." I started. My mother was going to kill me. Mom would think that there's no way I could trust Ava enough to invite her to prom.
Ava scowled at me. Whatever she was thinking wasn't true. "Lie!"


"Um... Ava?" I watched her closely. She was so pitiful now. I took a deep breath. Of course, even a sad Ava was a beautiful Ava. I reminded myself that that made things more dangerous, not less. "I don't have a date to prom, would you like to be my date? It's okay if you don't want to." I said the words in one fast run-on sentence.
"Yeah, fine, whatever." Ava
shrugged, picked up my sandwich, and took a bite.
"Um... what's going on?" Raj nervously chewed his lip as he looked back and forth between us.
"Can Ava come to the after- party at Dania's house?" I
raised my eyebrows hopefully.
"Evan." Raj leaned across the table and whispered, even though she could very much hear us. "This is Ava Roslin, she will fuck up Dania's house. We like Dania."
"I promise I won't ruin your loser evening, losers." Ava finished off my sandwich.
I waited, but she didn't admit deceit. The happiness
ring was turning out to be
useful. “I trust her on this, Raj. I won't drink, so I can keep an eye on her.”
"Are you two like... dating now?" Raj still looked shocked.
Both Ava and I burst out laughing, perhaps a little too loud.
"We are not dating." Ava shook her head.
"We're just friends," I said.
"We're not friends, Gosling." Ava sighed. "Lie!" She rolled her eyes in embarrassment. She'd just admitted we were friends.
The bell rang, and we hustled off to class. Raj looked confused. And Ava looked relieved.


When I got home, I didn't announce myself as I normally would. I snuck into the house, took off my shoes, and dropped my backpack. I found Mom reading in the living room. Using every ounce of stealth in my possession, I crept toward the sofa.
Without looking up from her book, Mom said, "I hope you're not thinking about scaring me." She looked over at me through her reading glasses and smiled.
"No, I wanted to give you a happy surprise." I sat down on the sofa next to her and reached for her feet, pulling them into my lap. I did my best to knead her soles. The movement pulled the hem of her dress up her thighs. My gaze lingered on her long, slender legs.


"Oh, a happy surprise?" She laughed. "You haven't massaged my feet in ages, Evan. Ooohhhhh... that feels good. Yeah... right there." Mom leaned back and rested her head on the arm of the sofa. "I must have done something right as a mother ... ooohhhhhhh... yeah, that's the spot."
I continued the massage for a while, listening to her moan and purr. Eventually, my hands worked up her glorious legs, I bent over, and my head went under the hem of her skirt.
"Ooooohhhhhh... Evan ... you don't have to do that." She was writhing on the sofa now. “Just to warn you ..... I'm already really wet... I hope you won't be ... aaaahhhhhhhh." Her moans grew louder when I moved her panties to the side and went to work on her clit. "Ggggaaaaaaaa... sssnnooorrrrkkkkk!" Pretty soon, she was having one of her amazing, snorting orgasms. Not long after that, she was having more of them.

I came out from under her dress about twenty minutes later with a shiny face and a big smile.
Mom gave me a dreamy gaze. Her body looked like it had poured onto the sofa. "Well ... you must have... had a good day at school."
"It was interesting." I got a towel, wiped off my face, and told her about lunch. To no one's surprise, she wasn't thrilled with the situation. After everything we'd been through with Ava, it seemed reckless to her. But after a long talk, she went along with it without anything more than making me promise I'd be careful. With that settled, we went up to my room. I got the lube out, we undressed, and she sat her asshole down on my cock. We spent the next hour in ecstasy. I was happy that she trusted me to handle Ava. And I suppose giving me her ass was another way for her to show her faith in me.

D

My parents let me use the minivan, so I offered to pick Ava up at her house for prom. She declined, insisting
on coming over to my house. She walked over, showing up barefoot, carrying her shoes in one hand. My dad answered the door. "Wow... um... wow... you look nice... um... Ava, was it?"
I was in the kitchen.
Mom was adjusting my bowtie. "You look so handsome, sweetie." She beamed at me.


I could hear Dad
blathering
by the front
door as Ava gave him
one-word answers.
"I should probably go
rescue Dad." I kissed
Mom on the cheek.
"Right. Now, you can
call me if she tries
anything...
nefarious.
You don't owe her
anything." My mother
pressed her lips together in sudden
worry.
"Mom, I haven't even
kissed her. You're the one that..." I looked toward the front of the house where Dad was
regaling Ava about his new table saw that he
never used. I turned
my eyes and met Mom's gaze. "It's fine, Mom," I said. "I'm just
trying to be a good friend to someone that needs a friend. That's all. Plus, she can't lie to me. If I feel like she's
going to cause trouble, I'll send her home."
"Okay." Mom nodded with a modicum of confidence.
We walked to the front of the house. I had seen Ava walking down the street through the window, but hadn't
gotten a good look. Her gown was startling but not the least bit surprising. She had chosen an outfit that revealed a ton of cleavage and a good amount of leg.
"Oh, my." Mom was probably feeling the same as me. Of course, those sorts of sartorial decisions were expected from Ava. Still, it was shocking.
"Hey." Ava waved to me like I was the most boring person on Earth.


"Let's get pictures!" Dad set us up in the front hall like we were a normal prom couple. Mom watched us with
a tentative smile while wringing her hands. Soon enough, we were out the door and in the minivan.


It was an awkward drive to prom. She mostly stared out the window. Eventually, I put some music on to fill
the void.
We met up with my friends. And I had a great time with everyone. It became clear that Ava's friends were ignoring her. I didn't see Gavin there at all. Ava mostly sat at a table moping. I wasn't sure why she'd wanted to come in the first place. I thought about leaving her to wallow, but again, I took pity on her. Later in the evening, I brought her a cup of punch and sat with her.
"Knowing you, I thought you would like to dance." I sipped my own cup of punch.
"You don't know me, Evan." She rolled her eyes in disgust. "Lie!"

"You're bummed about your friends?" I said.
She didn't say anything.

"My friends are pretty cool." I smiled. "I mean, we're all losers and everything, but we have fun together. We
like each other. Good friends make you happy. I think they'd like you. Maybe that's how you get rid of that
ring?"
"That's stupid." She frowned at me.
"You want that ring off. It might be worth a try." I put down my punch, stood, and held out my hand to her.
"Come dance with us."
"They're going to think I'm crazy when I keep shouting 'Lie!' They won't like me." Tentatively, she put her hand in mine.
"Just say nice, honest things to them. Compliment them when you can. Stay quiet when you can't," I said. "Yeah, okay. I can do this." She stood and started nodding her head to the beat of the music. "Let's dance."
And we did. And I think we actually had a good time together.
After
prom, we got back in the minivan to head over to Dania's
house. As I was putting my
seatbelt on, I looked over and saw
that Ava was smiling. "See, that
was
fun."
"You've been trying so hard all
night not to look at my tits,
Gosling. It's kinda sweet." Ava
laughed and put on her seatbelt,
making sure to shake her boobs
around as she did.
everything,
"After
you really do want to
be friends with me. It's weird. I...
um... I..." She suddenly looked discomfited. "I'm going to try to
be honest here. I sort of... um...
like you... now."
My eyebrows furrowed as I started
the car.
"Are
you trying to
manipulate me?"
"No." She shook her head and
didn't contradict herself.
I smiled. "Well then, I like you too, Ava." I pulled out of the parking lot. "Let's go have some fun with our
friends."


A little while later, we
arrived and exited the
minivan. On Dania's front
lawn,
Ava
grabbed my
arm and stopped me. We
stood in the
moonlight.
She turned me toward her.
"Are
we
...
um...
supposed to kiss or
something? I thought you
were going to kiss me in the car. But you didn't." "Ava, I've had a crush on
you since third grade. But there's no way I would kiss you." I lowered my
voice and looked around. "You made my mom eat
out your ass. I'm pretty
sure you did it just to fuck
with us... or get the
missus ring... or
whatever. The point is, I'm
not an idiot. I like you...
tonight... as a friend. I
want to be your friend. But
I'm not going to kiss you."
"Right, cause your mom is your girlfriend or something?" Ava smiled sarcastically for a split second, then her
face fell. "I'm sorry. It seems like you and your mom... have something special. And ... I'm sorry."
"I accept your apology." I took her hand. "Now, let's go party. Be nice to our friends." I pulled her toward the
front door. "I will," she said. And it wasn't a lie.





The party was great. I was chatting with Dania, and her boyfriend, Chris. Across the living room, laughter erupted, rising loud enough to hear over the music. I looked over to see Ava with a crowd of my friends around her. They were all hooting and cackling over something she'd said. It was odd. I wasn't used to seeing genuine joy on her face. She had a plastic cup of beer in her hand. When she saw me looking, she saluted me with it and continued regaling my friends.


“Excuse me.” I politely removed myself from Dania and Chris, wandering over toward Ava's group. I arrived just as she rocked my friends with another round of laughter. I wasn't having any beer so I could keep two sharp eyes on Ava. I soberly sipped my cup of water and listened. She was telling a story about how she once filled up her parents' bathroom with water when she was thirteen. Apparently, there was enough water in there for her to take a swim. Which, you know, is an insane thing to do to your house. Also, how big was her parents' bathroom that she could swim around in it?
When the story was over, Ava stood and walked away from the group without excusing herself. She took my hand and led me over to the bottom of the stairs. She leaned on the railing and raised an eyebrow. "These nerds have led a sheltered life, Evan." She shook her head. "I pity them." After a moment, she added, "Lie!"


"Yeah, they're pretty great." I smiled and clacked my plastic cup against hers. "Cheers to that. I'm glad you're getting along with them. They all seem to like you, too."
"Whatever." She narrowed her eyes. "Your friend Raj took his date upstairs about twenty minutes ago." She nodded her head up toward the house's bedrooms.
"Good for him." My smile widened. "And good for her, too. Whitney is awesome. She and Raj deserve each other."
Ava rolled her eyes. "I wasn't mentioning it so you could be all happy your friends are getting some." "Why were you mentioning it?" I let the bass from the music rattle my insides as I took a sip of water.
"I thought ... you know... it's getting late and I thought ... you'd want to show me one of the bedrooms or something." Ava away from me and pretended to study one of Dania's
looked
family photos on the wall.
"Ava." I sighed. "We've been over this."
"Fine... I don't like you anyway." Her eyes went round, she puffed out her cheeks, and she blurted, "Lie!"
My cheeks flushed. "I'm flattered. But how could I after everything you've done?"
"I wouldn't mess with you anymore, Evan. I don't care about the missus ring." She sighed. "Lie! But I really wouldn't mess with you or your mom anymore." She didn't blurt anything else out, so I guess she was telling the truth about that.
"I'm relieved to hear it."
"So?" Ava looked back upstairs.
"So?" I shrugged.
"So... are we going to leave this boring-ass party, go upstairs, and fuck?" She glanced back at me with narrowed eyes. "Or what?"
"This is taking all my willpower, Ava, but no. We're going to stay down here and enjoy hanging with my friends." I shook my head.
Ava folded her arms and matched my frown. "I want to go."


"Not everything has to be transactional. We don't need to have sex like ... I don't know... like it validates the night. We can just enjoy hanging with each other." I could tell she was getting angry. "Thanks for the lecture, Karl Marx. I'll walk home." She strode past me toward the front door.
"Okay, fine." I put my cup back in the kitchen, said goodbye to Dania and a few friends, and followed her out into the front yard.
"This sucks." Ava stood on the front walkway. She chugged the rest of her beer and tossed the cup onto the landscaping.

"Yeah, I suppose it does." I picked up her cup and held it since there wasn't a trash can anywhere. "Let me give you a ride home."
She looked down at her shoes. They were not made for walking. "Fine, you can drive me home."
We got in the minivan. She made a big show of bouncing her cleavage when she put on her seatbelt, but I ignored it. Or, at least, I tried. I put on music and drove without talking. When we got to her house, I pulled up at the end of a long driveway. I craned my neck and looked at where she lived. "You could fit three of my houses
inside yours." Ava looked out the window at the mansion. "It's big and empty." There was something in her eyes that broke my heart a little.


"I... um... I'm sorry." I didn't know what to say.
"No, I'm sorry, Evan. I'm sorry I did those things with your mom just to mess with you. I'm sorry I tried to steal the ring from you at the hotel. I'm sorry I'm constantly mean to you." Ava barely stopped for a breath. "I wish I could see the world the way you do. I wish I could just fuck my mom and everything would be alright. But things are complicated for me. The world doesn't work for me the way it does for you." She turned toward me
with a look of accusation on her face.
"It could," I said gently. "Ha!" She snorted a laugh.
Maybe it was that she'd just apologized to me, or maybe it was that my heart was breaking for her, or maybe it was that her laughing snort reminded me of my mom's orgasmic snorts. Whatever it was, I found myself doing something I wasn't supposed to. I leaned over to her and placed my lips on hers.
Ava pulled away. "What's that for?"
"You said all those things, and didn't say 'lie' once. I think the happiness ring is working." I kissed her again. This time she didn't pull away. It shouldn't have surprised me that Ava was an amazing kisser. While my mom was almost innocent in her exuberance when we made out, Ava's tongue was clever and skilled. She knew just how
and
to play with my tongue lips. My first thought was that this was part of Ava's manipulative games. But I suppose that was because
I
was contrasting her with the most genuine woman in the world. Ava was Ava. She wasn't my mom. After a few minutes, I decided I liked kissing her. Eventually, I pulled away, and we sat in the minivan staring into each other's
Ava broke the silence. "Lie!"
"What were you thinking?"

eyes.

"I ... um... was thinking that the happiness ring wasn't working. But..." She shrugged. "I guess I sort of do feel happy tonight." She opened the door. "Thanks, Evan." She unlatched her seatbelt, got out, and bent over to look in at me. Her cleavage was on full display, but I bravely met her gaze. She had a hint of a smile on her face. "I meant what I said. I'm sorry for what I did. I promise I won't mess with you again. You're... not that bad a
guy. I feel... differently about you than other dudes." "Well, I'm different. I'm the first guy you
know that banged his
mother." I shouldn't
have
tried to make a
joke out of the moment,
but things felt too tense
for me.
"That's not true." Ava laughed. "But that's a
story for another time."
She pressed her lips
together thoughtfully. "You think we'll have
another time, Evan? Or is this it?"
"Yeah, let's hang out
again." I nodded.
Ava leaned back into
the car. She kissed me
briefly on the lips again and pulled away. She closed the door and started walking up her
driveway.
I rolled
down the passenger
window and watched
her ass roll as she
moved
from one
lamplight to the next.
"Goodnight, loser," she
called back without
looking around.
"Goodnight, Ava," I
called after her.
When she was safely inside her house, I started up the minivan and headed home.


It was late when I pulled the minivan into the garage. Dad was asleep, but Mom was waiting up for me. She
turned the TV off when I walked into the living room, and looked at me expectantly. She hadn't yet dressed for bed, still wearing a blouse and jeans. "Well, how was prom?"
I told her everything. When I was done, she was watching me closely. I reached out and took my mother's hand,
running my fingers along her soft knuckles.


"Do you think people can change?" I felt strangely apprehensive. I was worried that she'd shoot Ava down. But,
of course, Ava deserved to get shot down. That was just facts.
"Yes... sweetie. People change. But..." My mother thought things through. I could just about see the gears turning in her head. "I don't know... I want you to have a girlfriend. But Ava Roslin?" "Whoa, I didn't say anything about a girlfriend. I was just wondering if maybe I should ask her on a date." I smiled at the scrupulous look on my mom's face. "Just give her a chance, you know?" "I don't suppose this has anything to do with how pretty she is." Mom shook her head slowly. "You're one to talk about Ava, Mom," I said with a smile, so she'd know I wasn't still nursing that anger.
"I suppose I am." Mom laughed. "Just go slow, and be careful. More likely than not, she'll explode at some point, and that will be it." "More than likely," I agreed.
"Now, Evan, let's put all that stuff to the side for now." Mom stood, my hand still laced with hers, and pulled me upstairs. When we got to my room, she closed the door. "You look so handsome in that tux. My big, strong
man. All grown up." Mom beamed at me. She picked up the bell and rang it. We now had some privacy.
I got the idea and quickly began undressing. "I love you so much, Mom."

"Not
So
fast."
She
reached and grabbed my
hands after I'd untied my
bowtie. "I'd like you to take me while wearing
this." She carefully retied
the tie and gave me a
peck on the lips. "You
can take off your pants,
though."
Soon, my mother was
naked on all fours, and I
still
had the top of my
tux on. I was behind her
on the bed, holding onto
her hips. My dick
smashed into her pussy
over
and
over. She
looked back at me over her shoulder with loving
adoration.
uuuggghhhhh
handsome
"My
man
Evan... you are my
aaaauuuuugghh
sssnoooorrrkkkkkk."

And then her eyes were rolling back, and she was cumming.
Mom rode me after that, running her fingers up under the shirt of my tux. She screamed out several more climaxes. We didn't have to worry about the noise, so she went wild. A while later, I came in her when we were
in missionary. We were both sweaty and panting, her hands pressed into my ass. "I couldn't be ... happier ...
anywhere other ... than under my... glorious
son... with his penis wedged deep... inside me."
B
"I love... love you... Mom." I flexed my dick inside her, and she squeezed it with her pussy.
"I... love
you... too." She sounded almost wistful.
We lay in each other's arms for a while. Then she left to get cleaned up and ready for bed. I didn't think about
Ava in her big lonely house the whole time I was with Mom. But as I slowly took off the rest of my tux, I
wondered what Ava was doing. I hoped she was still happy from prom night. I certainly was.




"You sure you're not dating her?" Raj looked over at Ava as she waited to walk home with me. "Ever since prom... since before prom... she's been following you around like a puppy dog." It had been a week since prom, and Raj was mostly right. He looked over at Ava and caught her ferocious stare. "Not a puppy, a feral wolf."
"We're not dating. But we are going on a date tonight." I clapped Raj on the shoulder. "Cut her some slack. She's turned over a new leaf."
"Yeah, she's different." Raj glanced at Ava again with disquiet in his eyes. Then, he put on a brave smile, gave me a high five, and left to catch up to Whitney.


I didn't blame him. But things were changing.
"He doesn't like me," Ava said as I walked up to her.
"Can you blame him?" I gave her a pleasant smile and walked past her. She fell in next to me as we left the high school.
"Yes, I can blame him." Ava took several deep breaths. "Lie!" She rolled her eyes and smiled. I'd been seeing her laughing at her own lies more and more often. "No, I can't blame him. He's your friend and... wait ... did you tell him about your mom?" She looked at me with wide eyes.
"No, Ava. That would be crazy. But you've done enough stuff that I did tell him about." I rolled my eyes back at her. "Raj is a rule follower like me. He's not like you or Gavin."
"Whatever." She shrugged. "Can I come over after school today? I don't want to go home."
"But we're going on a date tonight." I turned onto the street leading back toward my house. This is where our paths would normally diverge.
"So?"
"So, don't you want to go home and get changed or something?" Sometimes I didn't understand her at all.
"No, I don't want to." She waited for a split second, but she didn't contradict herself. She nodded an affirmative.
"Okay, you can come over." I stopped, and she stopped next to me. I hiked up my backpack and looked into her eyes. "But, you haven't apologized to my mom yet. I'd like you to apologize to her."
"No way, I won't do it." Ava
scrunched her mouth like she'd just sucked a lemon. "Lie!" She sighed. "Fine, but that whole thing with her wasn't my fault. Lie!"
"Just be honest with her. She'll appreciate it." I smiled at Ava.
She ground her teeth. "Whatever." But when we continued toward my house, she walked right beside me with a spring in her step.


"Well... that was certainly an apology." Mom stood in the kitchen with, her thumbs in her jeans pockets. Her fingers drummed on her thighs. "I ... um..." Her face was red and her forehead creased with anger. "Right?" Ava happily nodded, oblivious to my mother's temper.
"One sec, Mom." I grabbed Ava's hand and pulled her into the living room, where I gave her a pep talk. Two minutes later, we were back in the kitchen. I stood a little behind my mom, Ava stood with her hands clasped in front of my mother.


Ava took a deep breath. "Amy ... Mrs. Gosling... I manipulated you because I was jealous of Evan. You're such a great mom. And I don't even like my mom a little. She sucks. And I knew that even though you and Evan were doing kinky shit, you were still so close. And I wanted the ring. So, I did what comes naturally to me. I wedged myself between you. I tried to cause trouble. I did cause trouble. I'm really sorry. I won't ever do that again." She didn't blurt out 'lie.'
The tension eased from my mother's shoulders.
"And I really liked all the naughty stuff we did." Ava smiled.
I frantically drew my finger across my throat, silently pleading with Ava not to go down that road.
"I've slept with a few of my friends' parents. And you were definitely the best." Ava nodded. "See, I didn't say
'lie.' It's true."
My mother's shoulders hunched with tension again. "Ms. Roslin ..." I could practically hear my mother grinding her teeth together. "That was... a mistake."
"Yeah, I know. But I thought you'd want to know how good a mistake it was." She held up her hand and
pointed to the truth ring. "You were really hot. And -"
I coughed loudly. "She's
trying to be nice, Mom. This
is her way of being nice." I
put my hand on my mother's delicate shoulder and squeezed. I could feel her relaxing again.
"I suppose you're being
sincere," Mom said with sibilance. "I... um... appreciate the compliment."
"Oh, goodie!" Ava jumped up and down, clapping her hands. Her tits bounced forcefully, straining her top. Both my mom and I couldn't
help but stare at them. Ava didn't let on that she noticed.
"I sort of wish you were my mother rather than that b..." Ava's face fell, and her words
trailed away. She stopped jumping.
My mother stepped back to
me, leaned her lips against
my ear, and whispered, "Are you sure about her, Evan?"
I nodded, kissed Mom on the cheek, and held out my hand to Ava. "Come on, let's hang out in my room
before it's time to go out." When she tentatively put her hand in mine, I pulled her back to my room.


We were on our phones for a while, both sitting on my bed. Our bodies didn't quite touch. I could hear Mom cleaning downstairs. The vacuum cleaner was running. Eventually, I put down my phone and looked at her. My breath caught in my chest. Even when she was grumpy - which was often - she was remarkably pretty. "So, that apology went well."
"You think?" Ava put her phone down. "I never know with your family, Evan. Things don't work here like I'd expect. You're fucking your mom behind your dad's back. You should all be miserable." She rubbed her chin in thought. "Do you think I should give your dad a pity fuck? You know, he's always gawking at me. Maybe that would even things out for him with your mom. At least... a little."


"No!" I sat up straight. "He's fine, Ava. Maybe Mom and I will tell him at some point. But... you know... he's
fine. He loves us, and he doesn't really sleep with my mom anymore by his own choice so..."
"
Ava shrugged. "You spend a lot of time doing naughty things, but you don't want me to do naughty things."
"I ... um... well..." I leaned closer to her. "Maybe we should just kiss. We can do naughty things together,
cool?"
"I suppose." She rolled her eyes and pressed her lips to mine. She feigned disinterest at first. But quickly, she was making out with cunning and urgency. When her hand grasped my hard dick through my pants, I let her hold on. I figured she'd earned it. When she pulled off her top and lowered her bra, I grabbed a handful of boob. I figured I'd earned it.


When we finished smooching, I kicked her out of my room so I could shower and change. Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and ready. I found Ava in the kitchen cracking jokes and laughing with both of my parents. My father was, of course, captivated. But Mom seemed to be having fun, too.
Mom handed me the keys to the minivan, I pulled Ava out of the kitchen, and we headed out to the movies.
While I was buying popcorn, she squeezed my hand. "Gavin never took me to the movies. Now that I think about it, no boy has taken me to the movies. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do." "Oh... we just sit next to each other and watch." I gave her a reassuring smile.
"I feel like we should do shrooms first or something." When she saw me shake my head, she raised an
eyebrow. "Okay, no drugs. Like, do I give you a handjob during the show or something?"
The woman behind the counter stared at her with wide eyes.
"She's joking," I said
to the woman,
taking the popcorn
from her. "We might
hold hands, but
that's it," I said to
Ava. And true to my
word, I took her
hand and led her
into the theater.
Afterward, we got
some fast food and
ate it sitting on a
park bench in the
dark. The talk was
light, mostly her asking questions about my friends,
trying to get to know
them better without
seeming too
interested.
We got back in the
minivan, and I drove her home. When we
were a few blocks
away from her
house, she put her
IN
?
PERSONAL
COMPOULE DOG
hand on my arm. "I'm not ready to go home yet, pull over and park over there."

I pulled us off onto a side road, parked, and turned the minivan off. I looked around. The street was mostly
empty, since the big houses in the neighborhood had a lot of space between them. We were under the canopy
of several stately trees. "I bet you take all your dates here."


"No, never." Ava puffed out her cheeks in frustration. "Lie! I once made out with Gavin in his mom's Lexus
not far from here. We were high, though, and I don't remember much about it." "Sounds nice." I should have felt stung by the admission, but I liked the truth enough that it didn't bother me. "What are you doing with me, Evan?" Ava put her finger on my chin and turned my face until we were eye to eye. "You love your mom. Like... you really ... really love her. You should be with her. Or with some nice girl from school, like Whitney ... or whatever."


"My mom isn't my girlfriend, Ava. She's still my mom. We just have... a special relationship." "Fuck, I know, dumbass." She rolled her eyes. "The point is, what are you doing with me? You don't seem to want to fuck me. You treat me like a princess or something. I'm not a princess." "Maybe you're too hard on yourself." I shrugged. "Anyway, I like you. I can't help it. I've always liked you. And maybe you pushed me away with some of the things you did, but you're making up for it now. Being
with you just feels right. How does it feel to you?" I held my breath and waited for an insult that wouldn't
arrive.
"It... um... feels right, Gosling. It feels like if I hadn't ignored you for all those years, my life would be better right now." Ava's eyes caught the faint light from a streetlamp farther down the road. "I ... um... like you...
too... Evan."
I ran my fingers through
her hair, gently closing my over a handful of
grip
blue
strands. I pulled her
lips to mine and kissed
her with real passion. It
won't surprise anyone to
learn that she released her
tits almost immediately.
Before I knew it, she was
topless, forcefully pulling
my head to her breasts. I
sucked on her nipples and
kissed her supple flesh. It
was strange playing with
boobs that weren't my mom's. It was stranger
having that thought. I
delighted in the way she
sucked in her breath and
shivered when I gently nibbled on her nipple. I
spent a long time playing with her tits. When I looked up and made eye
contact, I could tell we
were both thinking the
same thing.


"Backseat?" We both said at the same time. We burst out laughing.
I thought about Mom waiting up for me back home. Hopefully, she wouldn't mind. We awkwardly climbed into the back. Our clothes went flying around the minivan. Mostly naked, I sat in the backseat and watched her mouth descend to my cock. The last thought I had before the blowjob started was that the stupid shopkeeper had been right all along. I was getting my wish.





"There now... was that... so bad?" Ava looked up at me with a grin on her face. She wiped dribbling cum from her lips with the back of her hand. Her bare tits swayed as she sat up in the minivan's back seat.
"I... um ." The blowjob had been glorious. I tried to wrap my mind around it. My mother poured all her love for me into oral. I detected some affection from Ava, too, but Ava's skill was in timing and technique. It made me realize how little experience I had had outside of my mother.
"Cat got your tongue?" Ava laughed. "Cock got mine." She winked at me playfully, placed my feet on the seat so my knees were in the air, and rested her chin on my knee. "I forget, did I blow you at the hotel?" She giggled. "No, never mind. We didn't do that there. I would have remembered. You taste like... um... like salty parsley. I would have remembered that."


"Salty ... parsley?" My post-orgasmic brain was having a hard time dealing with Ava's ... Avaness. “I ... um
"Usually you're so clever, Evan. Right now you sound like a fucking idiot." She tilted her head on my knee and gave me a sweet smile. "See, I didn't say 'lie.' You really are an idiot." Her smile faded as she puffed her cheeks. "Lie!" She exhaled, and her smile returned. "Well, you might not be an idiot, but you do sound like
one."
"Thanks... Ava." I met her smile with my own.
"Anyway, I know from the hotel that you're not one of those one-and-done guys." She sat up again and glanced around the gloomy car. "Knowing you, you'll get all high and preachy about a condom. And you know what? I don't care. It's your cock that loses sensation with a rubber. Feels the same to me, especially when my pussy's flooding like it is right now." Not seeing a condom lying around in the dark, she glanced back at me. "What? Oh, you think you're some special guy that makes me wet when no other guy has ever ... blah... blah. Women get horny, too. Boys aren't the only ones popping boners in class or ... you know what I mean."
"Right... actually, I'm not ready to have sex with you." I was collecting myself enough to slow the Ava train down.
"What... still? That's not fair, I just blew you and what ... you're going to get dressed and drive me home?" She stomped her foot on the car floor. I could just see the pale of her cheeks redden with anger in the gloom.
"No... that's not my plan." I sat up and removed her jeans. It wasn't easy in the confines of the backseat, but I got it done. Then, I removed her panties, revealing her trim bush. I could easily smell her excitement. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, it's not like she could have lied
to me about the flooding.
"I'm confused. You just said no sex, and now you're all intent on getting at my pussy." She raised an eyebrow. "What gives, Gosling?" She raised an eyebrow and spread her legs as I crawled to the car floor in front of her seat.
"I like you, Ava." I pulled her hips so that her pussy was hanging off the edge of the
seat.

"I like you too, Evan," she whispered. I think she was catching on to my plans.
"I've gotten a lot of practice at this, but it was just with one person. So, I ... um... hope it translates." I kissed the inside of her thigh, and she shivered.
"You say... the strangest things... oooooooohhhhhh." Her whole body stiffened when my lips went to work on her pussy. She arched her back off the seat and grabbed two fistfuls of my hair. "Yesssssssss... keep doing that... and I won't... complain about how you treat me ... ooooooohhhhhhh... like a ... dumb princess... ooohhhhhh... like a ... oooohhhhhhhh." Her body trembled as she had her first climax.
"How was your date?" My mother was waiting up for me in the living room. When she caught the goofy grin on my face, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, it was like that, was it? I hope you didn't stain the minivan." "Your car's fine... just a little steamy. I left the windows down." I pulled the book from Mom's hands and the glasses from her face. I put them down on the coffee table. Mom was already in her pajamas and thick socks. "Is Dad asleep?"
"Yes, but I don't think I
want to do it with you after you just did it with her, Evan." Mom frowned at me. "I just stayed up to see how it went. Did she do anything crazy?"
"She was lovely, Mom. Let me tell you about it." I connected my phone to the living room speaker and
played some of the soft jazz Mom likes. "But I
don't feel like just sitting and talking." I held out my
left hand, and she gave me her right hand dubiously. I pulled her to her feet, my left hand still clasped with hers, I put my right hand firmly on her lower back.
In time to the music, I slowly danced her around the living room. Watching her smile fight through her frown was like watching a rainbow vanquish the storm.


We danced, and I told her every detail from the evening. When I finished, she stared into my eyes for a while. "Evan... I had a weird thought, but... I shouldn't..."
"It's okay, I'm not mad about what you did with her anymore. It sucked, but we're in a better place now." I gave her a reassuring smile. "What is it?"
"Oh." She shook her head in disbelief, no doubt thinking about how my lips had now gone where hers had on Ava. "Um... Evan ... did she say anything about how ... um... I compared to you?" Her question ended with an uncharacteristic squeak in her voice.
I continued to slowly dance my mother around the room to the mellow music, trying to judge the curious look in her blue eyes. "Do you ... want to be good at eating pussy, Mom?"
"Oh, Evan." She blew me a raspberry. "Stop. I was just ... you know... not many people have had that with a mother and a son. I just wonder if we're similar at doing that naughty thing, since you know, you're mine and everything."
Still dancing, I kissed my mother on the lips. We were in the living room. The curtains were closed, but we hadn't used the bell. Discovery was possible. Perhaps thinking along similar lines, Mom resisted me for a moment. But she melted when our tongues met. We made out and danced in the living room for a long while, rocking to the music. Eventually, I pulled away and lifted her into the air. "I didn't have sex with Ava."
"But you did other stuff." She rolled her eyes at me.
"When I first got home, you said, 'I don't think I want to do it with you after you just did it with her, Evan.' Well ..." I turned off the music and the lights, carrying her upstairs. "... what do you want now?"
Mom leaned her lips close to my ear. "I want to use the bell," she whispered.
"Me too." I carried her into my room. We got ready. By the time I jumped onto the bed, Mom only had her socks on. She was on all fours, presenting me her ass like it was the prize of the evening. Which, even against stiff competition, it was.
"In my butt, Evan." She looked over her shoulder with purpose. "Get the lube."
"Why?" I grabbed her ass cheek and pressed my fingers into her wonderfully spongy flesh.
"A mother doesn't always have to explain herself, sweetie." She gave me her flat, I'm serious smile. "I want you in my butt, not my vagina."

I saluted her. "Yes, ma'am." I got the lube, and we went at it like a well-oiled machine. I pounded Mom from behind, each of us knowing the other's moves. When she screamed out an orgasm, I held myself thrust all the way up her butt. Later, when she pushed back on me, we instantly found a familiar cadence. We fit together perfectly in every way. When I thought about it, Ava didn't really have a chance of wedging herself between us. And now that Ava was being honest, maybe she would be the only person that would understand how well Mom and I fit together. She would certainly be the only one I'd tell.
Wi
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A half-hour later, my mother was riding me in reverse on the bed. My balls were boiling as I watched my cock disappear into her ass again and again. "Mom... Mom... I wish you could see ... this ... aaaaahhhhhhhh.” I gripped the covers tightly. "Your ass... was made... for my dick."
"No... no...no... Evan." Her trembling made me think she was going to cum again. I could tell from the way
she was moving her arm that she was rubbing her clit furiously. "No... Evan ... I wasn't made ... for you." She shook her head, tossing her blond hair side to side. "I ... made you ... for me. The perfect ... ooohhhhhhh
... son... in my butt... I... ssnnooorrrrkkkkkkkkk."
Her snorting orgasm pushed me over the edge and came inside her. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Life was good.

Time passed. Ava and I continued to go on dates, although I held the line on sex with her. I think the fact that
we happily swapped oral took the edge off for her. We even got a lot of practice in on sixty-nines. Surprisingly,
that was something Mom and I hadn't spent a ton of energy on.
My mother slowly relaxed around Ava. The big blowup she expected from the tempestuous teenager never
happened. Neither Mom nor I minded the occasional lie or insult that slipped out of Ava's mouth. Ava was trying. And she was getting better and better at laughing at herself.


Finally, graduation day arrived. It was awesome. My sister, Lillian, actually made the trip home to be there.
After the ceremony, I gave Raj and some other friends hugs, found Ava, and learned that her parents were traveling and couldn't make it to graduation. She was trying to keep a stiff upper lip about it, or maybe a sardonic upper lip Ava-style, but there was hurt in her eyes. I took her hand. "You're with the Goslings today, and we're lucky to have you." I kissed her on the cheek.


Ava scowled at me, but I could see relief smooth some of the lines on her face. We found my family. Dad had us pose for pictures. When he took one with me on one side of Mom and Ava on the other, I wondered what Dad would do if he knew what Mom had done with the eighteen-year-olds pressed to her sides. Then, I wondered if Mom would ever do anything with Ava again. Maybe in the right circumstance...
"Smile, Evan! You're making
a weird face," Dad yelled at me as he took more pictures. Eventually, we moved toward
the parking lot. Ava and
Lillian seemed to be getting
along well, laughing together. "We took two cars here.
You're riding with me to the restaurant," Mom whispered
in my ear. "Ava can ride with
your sister and father." And
so it was.
I was in the passenger seat of
the minivan, looking out the window and thinking about
my friends and how many of
them I'd stay close with. I was startled out of my reverie when Mom pulled the
minivan into a weedy, vacant lot behind the closed Dairy
Queen. "Hey, what are we
doing here?"
"I wanted to give my special
man a present." She turned toward me in the driver's seat, smiled, and presented a
small wrapped box on her
palm. I had no idea what it
was.
"It's... um... not a ring is it?"
The box looked like a ring box! "You didn't go back to the shop, did you?"
Mom's laughter rang around the minivan. "Can you imagine?" She leaned closer, a sparkle in her eye. "It is a ring, but I got it from a naughty store online. No crazy shopkeeper involved. It's your special graduation present, but you can't tell anyone about it." She thought for a moment. "You can tell Ava if you want, I guess."
Still mystified as to what sort of ring she had gotten me, I took the box and opened it. I stared at a black, silicon circle. It was too big to fit on any of my fingers. "It's ... um... nice."


"It's a cock ring, Evan. It's supposed to make you feel even better during sex." She quickly pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. "Oh, good. You aren't all the way hard yet. Let's try it out!" She went to work putting spit on the ring and sliding it into place. "Put your graduation cap back on. I'm going to take
care of my awesome, special guy now."
Dutifully, I put my cap back on and watched her lean over and suck my dick into her mouth. She threw all her
love and pride into the blowjob. And she was right, the cock ring did make things feel even better. It only took Ten minutes after cumming, we were back on our way to the restaurant, two enormous smiles on our faces.
me about ten minutes to explode into her mouth. The orgasm was so nice, I think it broke my brain for a while.





"Oh, my. What a lovely house." Mom stood in Ava's driveway. A warm, mid-summer breeze rustled the well- manicured shrubs nearby. Her loose dress billowed to the side, pulling against her growing belly. She had started to show recently. Her baby bump was sexy as hell. She caught my look, moved her beach bag to the side so I could have a better view, and smiled.

"I've never been inside." I stood a few feet away, holding Ava's hand.
"You're not missing much. It's like the rest of the universe." Ava scowled at the mansion and led the way toward the front door.
"It's infinite and ever-expanding?" I said.


"It's devoid of life." Ava pressed her thumb to a fingerprint reader and let us in. "My parents are in Italy for the month, and the servants aren't here today. We have the place to ourselves. Let's get changed and hit the pool." We spent a pleasant afternoon in Ava's gigantic backyard. Ava and I played in the pool. She had one of those inflatable pool basketball sets. It gave us plenty of opportunity to grope each other under the water as we traded baskets. At first, I was surprised by how competitive she was. We hadn't played many games together. As I thought it over, I was less surprised. Ava had been playing all sorts of competitive games with my family. At least those were mostly done, and now we could have fun together.
"You two are louder than a couple of hyenas." Mom was in a one-piece bathing suit, sitting on a recliner. She put her book down and lowered her sunglasses to watch us horseplay.


"What?" I splashed some water toward my mom, while Ava rode my back, trying to dunk the plastic basketball. "I just like to see you happy, that's all." She shoved her sunglasses back up her nose and watched us. Ava slammed the basketball home. "Ha! I win. Suck it loser." She playfully splashed me and then parted from me. While treading water, she looked over at my mom. "You could join us, you know?" Mom shook her head. "Oh, my hair can't really get wet and -"
"I mean, like with fucking and stuff. You could join us. You were awesome when I was doing that thing I shouldn't have done." Ava was babbling happily. "The golden Gosling tongue, right? I guess it runs in the family." She glanced at me and caught my cut-throat sign. "Um... I mean... Evan and I aren't even really fucking. We just go down on each other a lot. Which helps take the edge off. So, it's not like you're missing much. Although, I know he does more with you, so I guess I'm the one that's missing stuff. But... um.... yeah." To her credit, Ava did notice the frowns on our faces, and accurately derived their significance. She swam to the edge of the pool and hoisted herself out. Her bikini was not nearly as conservative as my mom's one-piece. "Sorry. It
was just a thought." Ava grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "At least I wasn't lying."
"Well, Ava ... um... thank you for the invitation." Mom gave her a strained smile. "What Evan and I have is... our own thing. I'm his mother. Do you understand?"
I could see Ava was about to say something she might regret, so I cleared my throat loudly. Ava looked over at me, cocked her head, and turned her gaze back to my mother. "Well, Mrs. Gosling, if you ever change your mind, I think it would be fun. I'll get us some drinks." She dropped her towel and sauntered into the house, swaying her hips to good effect.
Mom and I exchanged a glance. She shook her head. "This isn't the girlfriend I imagined for you, Evan. But as long as you're happy with her, I am too."
"I am, Mom. And I'm happy with you. Come swim with me." I beckoned her into the pool.
"My hair." She took off her sunglasses and smiled warmly.


"Your hair will survive, I promise. Come in. I'm leaving for school soon. You need to take advantage of -" I laughed when she stood, leapt, and cannonballed right next to me, tossing me in an explosion of water. When Ava came back out and saw us playing pool basketball, she put down the drinks. "It's so on." She ran across the pavement.
I thought about telling her not to
run
on the pool
deck. But Ava is
Ava after all. She
dived in. All three
of us played on our own teams for a while. Eventually, Mom tired and pulled herself out of the pool and I went back to her recliner, grabbing one of the drinks. Ava ended
beating me again.
up
Mom and I left in
the evening. Ava stayed behind, saying she was going to watch a movie. I put my
arm around Mom
as we walked down
the driveway. "I feel like we brought
a little life to Ava's house today."
"That's sweet, Evan. I'm sure we did." Mom unlocked the doors and we got in the minivan. "Um... what did you think about what she said?" Mom started up the car and looked at me, searching my eyes. "You know,
about all three of us..."
"Crazy, right? That's Ava." I let out a nervous laugh.
"Yeah, crazy." Mom nodded and drove us home.

I wasn't working or anything for the summer. My time was mostly split between my mother, Ava, and my friends. Mom liked us to spend time together every morning. She would wait until Dad left for work, then she'd come up to my room. Most mornings that summer, I didn't wake up until after the cock ring was already on.
One such morning, my mother was seated on the edge of the bed. She was wearing jeans, but she was topless. Her left hand was rapidly pumping my dick, bouncing against my cock ring at the bottom of each stroke. Her wedding ring glittered in the morning light, casting tiny rainbows around my room. "Good morning, sleepyhead." She had already put lube on my cock, so her hand made a wonderful squelching sound as she worked.


"Good morning, Mom." I returned her smile.
"There is no way you're getting better wake-up calls when you leave me for college." She stood and removed her jeans and panties. Naked, she crawled up onto the bed. "And my mornings are going to be less interesting for sure." She held her expanding belly as she mounted me and lined my cock up with her asshole. Her smile was all maternal warmth and tenderness. It changed when I entered her butthole. Her face twisted into something that looked almost like surprise, but I knew she couldn't be shocked by anything we did anymore. "Maybe you'll have to teach Ava the morning routine." I watched her closely as she settled her ass on my cock. "Is Ava... uuuggghhhhh... going with you?" Worry passed quickly across her face, but it was quickly replaced with ecstasy. She put her hands on my chest, and her hips found a quick, steady rhythm.
"Yeah... ugh... ugh... she didn't apply for school... anywhere... so she was thinking of ... just moving with me. Her parents are... ugh... ugh... happy to buy her an ... apartment. I think they ... want her out ... of the house." I reached for Mom's hand and squeezed it reassuringly. "She's a ... good person... Mom. She ... just
needed a chance."
"I ... oooohhhhhhhh
... trust you to make
... the right decisions.
sweetie." Mom
arched
her back,
pushing her swelling
belly out further. "Maybe... I will ...
show
her
aaahhhhhh... how to
take care of you. There aren't... going
to be any
girlfriends
other
that
will know about us. I
might
ugh
as well ugh
uuuuggghhhh
make the most... of
the situation and ...
eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiii."
Mom's eyes rolled
back and she came.
After that, we were
too busy fucking to continue
conversation.
the


"Tonight seems special." Ava
struggled out of her dress. It was
late, and we were in my room. I'd already rung the bell so that we wouldn't wake up my parents. Ava tossed her dress away and posed for me in her underwear. After all these years, I was still crushing on her hard. She gave me a crafty smile. "You bought me dinner at Gormandi's. Super fancy for someone without You buttering me
something?"
any money.
up for
"As a matter of fact." I went to
my nightstand,
opened
the
drawer, and pulled out a
condom. "Tonight is sort of
special."
"Oh, tonight's the big night, huh?" Ava laughed. "You're finally going to turn your prim
princess into a slut?"
I shook my head. "You were
never my princess, Ava. I just needed to be careful with you. You've always had my heart,
and... well... you know... you
stomped on it pretty good a few
times."
"I know." Ava frowned. "I'm sorry about that." She stopped posing, and her shoulders slumped. "Did we just
ruin the mood? I... um... still want to fuck you."
"I'm good if you are." I dropped my pants and underwear, letting my hard cock spring free. "See?" Ava's eyes turned sultry, and she walked toward me, swaying her hips. "Did you tell your mom that you're going to finally fuck me tonight?"


"Summer's almost over, she knows it's bound to happen. Why?" I spun her around and unclasped her bra. She dropped it to the floor and backed up against me, pulling my hands forward and placing them on her tits. My
dick pressed against her panty-clad ass.
"No reason. I don't care what you tell her." She was silent a moment, then she barked out, "Lie!"
"You like my mom?" I brushed her blue hair aside and nibbled on her neck.
"I like her." She shivered as I playfully bit her ear. "But more than that, I like the way you two love each other. Honestly, I would be jealous, but... you and me... we're sort of ... developing... I don't know. It's stupid." She turned around and pushed me onto the bed. "Lie!" She took the condom from me. "Okay, it's not stupid. But
it's confusing."


Before I knew what was happening, she'd rolled the condom onto my dick and mounted me. I shouldn't have
been surprised that she wouldn't pause on ceremony. "I looked up into her face as it contorted. My cock was
already deep inside her pussy. "I love you, Ava."
"Uuuggghhhh... just shut up... Gosling." She pulled off my shirt and dug her nails painfully into my chest. "We're... not that serious. Lie!"
"We're moving... together." I grinned up at her.
"That's
only
...ugh... ugh... because I ... don't have anything... better to do." She rolled her eyes and puffed
out her cheeks. Her hips were already moving at a good pace. "Lie!" She screamed.


"I... love you... too... Ava." I pulled her hands off my chest and held them. I didn't want her to make me bleed
all over my bed. Mom would have questions about that. "Your pussy feels... ugh... ugh... really tight... and
wet."
"You've got... a solid dick... Evan ... it's hitting ... it's hitting a spot." Her eyes rolled, not out of frustration, but out of ecstasy. "We should... have been doing this... all summer ... it feels really good." She looked down at me in shock and bliss. "It's not just... your dick... I think it feels good... uuuggghhhhhh... because... I love you... Evan... I... eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." She threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing with her orgasm. We loved each other. How about that?
I couldn't be happier. We fucked well into the morning, and it was perfect.





"Look... Mrs. Gosling... Amy... this is hot and everything, but I don't need you to teach me how to take care of him." Ava stood in my room with her hands on her hips. I was lying in bed under the covers. I was naked, and feeling a little shy. My mother was sitting next to me, wearing a dress and a tight smile. She had a bottle of lube in her hand.
"We don't have to..." My cheeks were warm. As the summer had been winding down, I had fantasized more and more about having the two women I loved more than anything in bed with me at the same time again. But the moment was somewhat more clinical and frosty than I'd hoped.
"Shh, Evan. This is between Ava and I." Mom forcefully pulled down the covers. "See, Ava, he's always hard in the morning. I just want to teach you some methods I've developed for taking care of him."
Tower


"Duh. He's eighteen. Of course he's hard in the morning." Ava shook her head. "How many dudes have you slept with, Mrs. Gosling?"
"I don't see how that's ..." It was Mom's turn to blush.
"I'm guessing it's like five or something?" Ava laughed at my mother's shocked expression. "Less than that? Anyway, that's my point. I've got you beat by orders of magnitude. I should be teaching you how to please him."
That got my mother's hackles up. She stood and I watched the women argue while my dick stood proudly in the air.
A little while later, my mother was seated on the edge of the bed again, watching Ava with a scowl.
Ava was kneeling on the other side of me with my dick in her hand. "It's important to gently squeeze at the top of each stroke. The head is the most sensitive part."
"All your slutty endeavors and that's the best you have?" Mom pushed Ava's hand away from my cock and took over with two hands. "I know that the glans is his most sensitive erogenous zone, Ms. Roslin. Did you know that with an organ Evan's size, two hands are preferable?"
"For all my slutty adventures, I have a lot more knowledge than that. I was starting simple for you." Ava frowned and folded her arms.
They carried on like that for about half an hour. On the one hand, I didn't mind being the prop in their argument. On the other hand, once I came in Ava's hands, we were done. Neither woman. had taken off an article of clothing, and both were in a sour mood the rest of the day.


"Evan?" Mom was lying naked next to me on my bed, cum was saturating the sheet under her hips as it leaked out of her ass. She rested her cheek on my naked, sweaty chest.
"Yeah, Mom?" I absentmindedly played with her silky, damp hair. It was the middle of the day, a week before I was scheduled to leave home.
"I have a complicated history with Ava." She ran a finger over my abs. "I should never have let her get the upper hand. With you being you, I don't really feel like I'm cheating on your father. But with Ava... she's not a member of this family. And I lied to your father and to you about it. And -"
"We've been over this before. I forgive you. And the way Dad stares at Ava, I bet he'd forgive you, too." I chuckled. "He probably dreams about you and Ava doing stuff."


"Do you ... dream about it?" Her voice suddenly went thin. I ran my hand down the curve of her lovely back, and felt the tension there. "Would you like to ...?" Her words trailed away.
"As long as we're all being truthful, I think it could work." I thought back to our time in Ava's pool. "I think Ava would be on board."
"Yes, I wouldn't be too worried about her saying no to anything crazy." Mom giggled, and I could feel the tension leave her muscles. She grasped my dick and pumped me back to hardness. "I already gave you your graduation present." She tapped the cock ring on my dick. "But maybe, if you're good, I'll give you and Ava a going away gift." She quickly mounted me, holding her round belly with one hand and my dick with her other. She slipped me into her sopping pussy and rode me with the passion of a mother whose son would soon be leaving her.


"This is all so mysterious!" Ava sat in the passenger seat of the minivan. Mom was driving. I was in the back
seat with our luggage.
"I think I know where we're going." I watched the scenery out of the window.
"You're always so clever, Evan." Mom laughed. "I hope it didn't take you until now to figure it out."
"I figured it out a few days ago when we had that conversation in bed." I smiled.
"Oooo... sexy mysteries, my favorite." Ava clapped her hands with joy.
We arrived at the Okpaze Inyan Hotel in the late afternoon. I think the clerk recognized us. He asked my mother
several times if she was sure we only needed a room with one bed. Mom laughed and told him that the teenagers were sleeping on the floor.
Once we were in the room, Mom took one of her bags and disappeared into the bathroom. Ava and I relaxed on the bed, both of us on our phones.
"So, what exactly are we doing here?" Ava kept her eyes on her phone. "I feel like I did some questionable things
here... Lie!" She shook her head. "I did some bad things here, and I'm... a little worried your mom is about to punish me. Is she going to come out of that bathroom and torture me or something?" "That's all water under the bridge, Ava." I glanced over at her. Even slumped on the bed staring at her phone, Ava was beautiful. My breath caught for a moment. I composed myself. "Mom likes you."
Ava looked over at me and pulled a face that said she thought my assertion was dubious. "No, really. I mean... she still thinks you're a bit crazy, but she likes you. And all that bad stuff is behind us." I nodded hopefully. "You apologized and I'm sure Mom just brought us here to ..." My dick was suddenly rigid. I was going to have a threesome with the two most beautiful women in the world. "She brought us here to..."
The bathroom door opened and my mother stepped out. She was wearing awesome maternity lingerie which wonderfully highlighted her fertile body. She struck a pose
...
and looked right at me. "This is my going away gift to you, Evan. I'll do whatever you want for the night. And ..." She glanced at Ava. "... if Ms. Roslin is game, all three of us can do stuff." She looked back at me and gave me a nervous smile. "What do you think?" "I'm down to fuck for sure." Ava tossed away her phone and sat up. Her eyes blazed with sudden interest. "Did you bring your condoms, Evan?" Ava gave my mother an apologetic look. "He always makes us use condoms." "I brought protection." Mom stepped into the bathroom and came out with a box of condoms. She tossed it onto the bed between Ava and me.
"I figure we should have some fun before going
to dinner. Where should we start?"


Twenty minutes later, I was on my knees, slamming my hips into Ava's backside. She was so wet that her pussy
was burping and squelching. I let my eyes wander from her wide hips, to the curve of her narrow, delicate back, to the expanse of her blue hair between my mother's legs. My mother had both her hands wound in Ava's hair. Mom looked both fierce and ecstatic as she made eye contact with me, staring into my soul. "Do you like... ooooohhhhh... having us... together... sweetie?" "Yeah... Mom." I gripped Ava's hips tighter and my body lost its rhythm. "Cumming..." "Mmmppphh... mmmppphh ... mmppphhh!" Ava's cries were somewhat muffled by Mom's pussy. "Yes... Evan... I want to see you ... do it... I want to see... eeeeeiiiiiiiii." Mom's eyes rolled back, and we all came together.

At dinner, we wore nice clothes and silly smiles on our faces. Ava and I sat on one side of the table, Mom sat on
the other. The food was delicious, and Mom even let us have some wine. Ava said "thank you" and didn't make
any snide remarks about all the alcohol she'd consumed during her teenage years.
After dessert, we went out for a walk. I thought about the time Mom was giving me a blowjob and that couple
caught us. There were no blowjobs on this walk, just pleasant conversation and crisp fall air by the lake. When we were back in our room, we didn't need to talk about it. The second the door closed, we were all
stripping as quickly as our fancy outfits would allow. Ava was the first to be naked. She retrieved the condoms and jumped on the bed, her tits flopping and bouncing beautifully. I was naked next, but I waited for Mom. When she was ready, I picked her up and carried her to the bed.


Soon, my mother's toes were pointed at the ceiling as I smashed into her pussy. I didn't have a condom on this
time. If Ava was jealous, she didn't let it show. She pressed her lips to mine and made out with me while I humped my mother. Ava's boobs were in perfect position, so Mom massaged them and tweaked Ava's nipples.
We didn't get much sleep that night. But none of us looked bedraggled as we left the hotel the next day. Each of us had a spring in our steps and a beaming smile on our faces.


"Oh... my goodness. I can't believe it's finally time." Mom
and I stood on the front step of
our house. She had her hands.
on my shoulders. A tear ran
down her cheek. Dad and Ava were finishing loading up the fancy SUV her
parents had bought her.
"It'll be fine, Mom. I'll only be
a few hours away. I'll come
home for visits." I tried to give her a reassuring smile. "Ava said you can stay at her apartment anytime you want
to visit."
"I'll bet she wants me in her
apartment." Mom rolled her eyes. We hadn't had another threesome since the hotel, but I hadn't given up hope. Mom
took a deep breath. "You'll probably be staying at her
place more than the dorm."
"I mean... I don't know..." I caught her probing stare. "Yeah, you're right, I..." I looked out to the street and
saw the shopkeeper strolling toward us. He wore that same ridiculous outfit, and he was whistling a jaunty
song. "Mom!" I pointed him out.
Mom's eyes went wide when she saw him. She turned and raced down the walk to my dad. "Greg... I need you to run in and look for something in the house." Mom got rid of Dad, and stood on the lawn waiting for the
shopkeeper. Ava and I joined her on either side.
"What gloomy faces!" The shopkeeper cackled. "Upon seeing such unhappy customers, one might think I hadn't
delivered on all my promises. But I did!" He took off his hat, bowed, and put it back on. He stood before us,
smiling.
"We're not buying anything else from you." Mom folded her arms, resting them on her prodigious belly. "Oh, I'm not selling anything today." The shopkeeper eyed Ava. "I'll take the ring back now, Ms. Roslin." He
held out his hand.
"What?" Ava blinked, looked down at her finger, and tugged the happiness ring. I was shocked to see it slide off. Suddenly, I felt queasy.
"You're happy, Ava. You don't need it anymore. Just like the missus ring, the happiness ring has served its purpose." The shopkeeper waggled his eyebrows. "Mr. Gosling got the girl, you got happiness, I got a few sales. Hand it over." He moved his hand closer to Ava.


Ava stared at the ring. She looked over at me and my mother, reading our faces. Her lips pressed together as
she thought. "I bought this ring, and I'd like to keep it." She slid it onto the ring finger of her right hand.
"Really? I thought you'd be thrilled to be rid of it." The shopkeeper scratched his chin.
"I'm thrilled to be happy, little dude. I'm thrilled to... um..." Ava straightened her spine and blushed. "I'm
thrilled to love Evan. I paid for it. I'm keeping it."
"Sure, sounds good to me." The shopkeeper tipped his hat to her. "Goslings." He tipped his hat to Mom and me
and gave my mother's belly a wink. "I'll be seeing you." He turned and walked back the way he'd come.
We finished packing and got in the car. Tears were streaming down my mother's face by the time Ava pulled
her SUV away from the curb. We waved to my parents and drove off. From the passenger seat, I held out my hand to Ava. She put her hand in mine, driving with the other. I ran my finger over the ring. Everything changed with my first visit to that strange shop. And everything was still changing. I squeezed her hand. "I don't think
you need that ring anymore."
"Probably not." She nodded her head, keeping her eyes on the road. "But I like having it there. It'll keep me honest... and happy." She glanced at me. "You're staring at my tits, aren't you?"
"I've been staring at your tits for years, Ava." I laughed. "They keep me honest."


"They keep you horny. Which is just the way I like you." She was silent for a moment. "I really like you, Gosling.
Let's keep doing our thing, okay?"
"You got a deal, Ava." I smiled and relaxed into the seat. In my head, I started to put together a glowing online
review for the shopkeeper's store. The man knew his craft. It hadn't always been easy, but I had somehow ended
up exactly where I was supposed to be.

THE END