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Fapping Materials / Re: The Cool Mom (Story)
« on: April 15, 2021, 01:05:21 PM »
I shook my head for a moment as I stared at her from behind. She was still making breakfast, albeit angrily, for me despite her dour mood and the gesture wasn’t lost on me. I loved her, and I resolved to show her that.
“You don’t really think I was angry because you're being kind to him, do you? I was angry because I know he’s trying to weasel his way in between your legs, and you’re not doing anything to stop him.”
Mom was shaking her head now, almost exactly how I was only a moment ago. Must have been another thing I inherited from her. She said nothing for several long moments, and I swear I could feel her anger in the air, but I know it was just the hot summer beginning to swell in the sunny kitchen.
“Mom, I just don’t want him to take advantage of your kindne-”
“I know Samuel. I heard you the first time.”
“Well then do you think I’m wrong?”
She didn’t respond when I decided to continue. “Do you think I shouldn’t try my best to protect you, my own mom, from people like him?”
“He’s not like that.”
My eyes fell to her heart-shaped backside as it softly wobbled while she made us breakfast. Her shorts were doing her plump cheeks justice as her brown, meaty backside contrasted enticingly with the white fabric. I wanted to push my face into her, be enveloped by her, and to inhale her. I wanted to tell her everything was alright, and that I wasn’t angry with her any more, but here we were - still arguing in the kitchen for the thousandth time.
“It’s just-” Mom paused to sniffle. “It’s been hard, Samuel.”
I was quiet as I waited for her to continue.
“He’s sweet to me, and, so are you, but-”
“He’s not me.” I murmured.
Neither of us said anything before I decided to speak again. “I know you’re lonely, mom. But you could have any guy on the planet, you’re gorgeous. Why him?”
“It’s not like that, Samuel. For God’s sake I’m not sleeping with the guy.”
“I know but when I look at you two I feel some sort of romantic connection. Are you saying there’s nothing there?”
Mom rinsed her hands in the sink before drying them on a kitchen towel. She came close to me and looked in each of my eyes as if she were searching for something. I don’t know what she was looking for, but I apparently satisfied her and she sighed.
“I don’t know. Would you be mad at me if something did happen?”
“Yes.” I said flatly.
She massaged her forehead with her fingertips as if to nurse a headache, and looked as if she were about to say something before deciding against it. I wasn’t overly curious about what she had to say, and left it at that. I turned around to leave the kitchen when she spoke.
“Shawn’s coming back this afternoon. I want to have a nice dinner, and no fighting.”
I looked over my shoulder to see her standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her wide hips almost filling the width of the threshold.
“I thought you said he went home.”
“I did. His mother’s still not back, and it’s not like he can feed himself.” She replied matter-of-factly. “He’s a lot like you.”
I was unhappy at the news, but I knew neither of us had any appetite left for arguing, and that it wouldn’t matter in the end anyway. Mom always got her way, even from me.
The majority of the sweltering day was spent in my room as I felt it was too awkward to be around mom in the living room after what was said, and I was left to brood until Shawn came over. The doorbell nearly caused me to flinch when I heard it, and I looked out from my room toward the front door as mom opened it.
“Hey Shanie.”
“Hi hun, come on inside. Dinner’s almost ready and I know you must be hungry.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve just been eating nachos all day since everything my mom bought needs to be cooked!”
Mom laughed softly in amusement, and I watched his eyes follow the rhythm of her swaying hips as she strutted toward the kitchen. Jealousy stabbed at me like a splinter, and I went back into my room.
“Yeah, it’s really been getting hot recently. You can feel it the most in the living room and the kitchen.” I heard mom say from elsewhere in the house.
He was probably making smalltalk with her now and I was only getting bits and pieces of it. I pulled my headphones over my head, but not before I heard mom’s words.
“I’m gonna go hop in the shower really quick before we eat.”
My ears perked up at those words, and after waiting for a few minutes for mom to start the shower, I left my room. The bedroom door nearly slammed against my wall with how quickly I exited, and I was somewhat disappointed to find a pale, lanky nerd sitting on the couch as he caught his breath.
“Why are you breathing like that?” I asked as I barely tolerated him polluting my air.
“Oh uh, no reason. I ran here from my house.”
A part of me didn’t believe him, but another just wanted to get away from him and I leered at him for a moment before I went back to my room. Mom didn’t leave her bedroom for an unusually long time after she finished her shower, and I began to grow suspicious until I heard her voice call to us from the kitchen.
“Boys! Dinner’s ready!”
I wasn’t the first to enter, and Shawn was leaning against the counter as mom stood in front of the stove finishing things while he watched her.
“Hope you’re hungry.” Mom said, licking her thumb as she turned around.
I was taken aback by what she was wearing, and my heart dropped when I saw her eyes look at mine before they darted away dismissively. Mom wore a thin, satin dress with a high cut on one leg that revealed her smooth, brown skin underneath as the thin fabric clung to her seductive curves like silk. Her long, dark hair was done up too in a curly bun that showed off her neck and collarbone in a way that would catch any man’s eye and draw them in. Her wide ass was tightly wrapped in the dress like a plump, round gift, and her heavy breasts hung deliciously behind the tantalizing neckline that dropped to nearly her belly button. Mom looked incredible.
“Oh I’m starving, Shanie. I can’t wait to dig into that.”
“Good, then you can help Samuel set the dinner table.”
Shawn left the kitchen after mom handed him napkins and silverware and I walked up to her before she glanced at my direction.
“If you have something to say, say it. I want this evening to be a nice one for us, and I don’t want another shouting match like last night.”
“Why are you wearing that, mom?”
I would have described the look at me like a glare, but she seemed to be more embarrassed than angry at my question, and she licked her teeth.
“Why, do you want me to take it off?”
My heart pounded in my chest, and the word “yes” rang in my head like a church bell in a hurricane.
“No.”
Mom seemed to be uncomfortable by her own aggressive words, and she reigned herself in with a calmer answer. “It’s hot. I thought I would wear something cooler for the evening. Is that alright?”
“Yeah.” I whispered, nodding my head. “You look beautiful, mom.”
I left the kitchen before I let her reply, and I saw Shawn dutifully arranging the placemats on the dining room table. Two of them were placed side by side, while the third sat alone on the other end. I instantly knew which one was going to be mine.
Not long after I sat down at the table, mom came out of the kitchen with a large plate of steaming food and placed it in front of us.
“Bon appétit!” Mom announced, smoothing her dress with her hands before sitting down next to Shawn.
It was admittedly delicious, but dinner overall was insufferable as I had to endure one stupid story from Shawn after another. All the while, mom is making cutesy faces at the both of us while she listens to him, like a mother listening to a child babble nonsense, and I sat there with one arm on the table to support my head.
“Is there a single thing about that story true? Even one?”
“Samuel.” Mom murmured as she glared at me.
His only response was to nervously chuckle and look to mom for approval, which she of course gave him with a nod, before he continued masturbating his fragile ego with another tale about a nonexistent ex-girlfriend of his. Mom found his dumb stories amusing in a way I will never understand, but Shawn was always eager to hear her past experiences which were wildly more interesting and verifiably true. Stories about past boyfriends, times she’s been hit on by celebrities, the incredible feats men have pulled off to impress her, the works. I had heard it all before, but knowing mom had experienced so much with so many different guys only led to more confusion as to why she’d be interested in Shawn at all. He was a complete loser compared to mom, and if this were a just world, he’d have no chance with her. Why him?
“That was great! Thanks Shanie, for dinner.”
“Oh you’re welcome, hun. Would you like some dessert?” Mom offered with a demure smile on her plush lips.
“Oh uh, yeah! What do you have?”
Mom was taking our empty plates off the table and our eyes followed her heart-shaped backside as it disappeared around the edge of the doorway to the kitchen. My gaze darted toward Shawn’s face and I was unsurprised to see his eyes dreamily staring at the spot he saw her last, and my stomach turned. I decided then that whatever nonsense mom had planned for me to endure tonight was off the table, and I rose from my chair before leaving for my room.
“You’re not gonna have dessert with us, Samuel?” Mom asked as she looked at me from the doorway.
It pained me to say no to her while she looked like that, but my pride demanded I separate myself from them before another outburst could build within me. I would not tolerate this blatant disrespect from either of them any more.
“No, I’m not hungry.”
That was all I said before I walked down the hallway, ignoring whatever nascent comments that drifted in from the dining room and I closed my door behind me. Anger welled up within me like a pot of boiling water, and a part of me was relieved to have some alone time after that intolerable excuse for a “nice evening” or however mom put it. I decided that that was the last straw and I would never humor mom again regarding Shawn, come hell or high water.
The sounds of laughter slipped through my bedroom door like a cruel note, and my jealous misery grew with every chorus of happiness my ears could recognize. Mom must have known how I felt about them by now and was openly mocking me with it, or at least that was how I felt. I didn’t want to play tug-of-war over my own mom, because that would have implied Shawn was my equal in some way, but I still stewed in my emotions while the two of them presumably flirted and cuddled on the couch together. I was miserable.
A few hours later, I realized that the living room had been quiet, and I listened intently for any signs that they were still awake before opening my bedroom door. I was curious to see the aftermath, if any, of their evening together but I already knew it was unlikely to find anything as my paranoia played a major part in my decisions. It was pitch black in the living room, and I meandered toward the kitchen doorway before flipping a switch. The ceiling panels quietly hummed as they illuminated the lonely room before I turned around to inspect the living room that the lights bled into. Turning the lights on in the kitchen served as some plausible deniability in the event that mom caught me snooping, and I silently walked toward where I expected Shawn to be when confusion struck me.
The couch was empty. I turned my head in every direction looking for any sign that someone was sleeping in the living room, only to find none, and uncertainty plagued me before panic crept in.
“Where the fuck is he?” I thought, again and again as I silently patrolled the house for any sign of him.
The warm, summer air caressed my skin as I wandered through the house, searching for any evidence that mom was still faithful to me. I was sweating, even in the dead of night, before my mind began to accept the possibility that Shawn was in mom’s room with her.
“Surely she made him sleep on the floor.” I thought. “Surely he isn’t in bed with her right now. Mom wouldn’t do that. She can’t let him do that.”
I held my breath with my ear against mom’s bedroom door. My head was spinning and my heart was beating in my chest like a piston until my lungs were on fire. Silence. I was choking on the stale air in my throat before I was far enough away from mom’s door to safely breathe. Why didn’t I hear anything from her bedroom?
“If he was in there with her, surely-”
I hesitated to finish that thought. I dreaded following that thread to its frayed, dismal end and everything that it implied. My head hung in defeat as I dragged myself back into my bedroom, but not before unhooking my Playstation from the living room TV. If I was going to be miserable, then so were they. It was mine, after all, and if they wanted to use it then I figured they could ask me. I plugged it into the television in my room so I could use the excuse that I wanted to play games without waking them, in the event that mom would angrily confront me on Shawn’s behalf, and I collapsed into bed.
It was difficult to fall asleep while paranoia haunted me, practically digging circles in my brain while I mentally paced about, exploring every possible explanation for Shawn’s disappearance. Somewhere along the line I had fallen asleep, and well before I was satisfied with any possibility I could concoct.
The next morning, I had awoken drenched in sweat. It was already hot enough in my room to make the direct sunlight coming through my window feel uncomfortable, but I was unsure if my rampant perspiration was entirely the result of the dry, summer air.
I took a quick shower before pulling some loose clothes on and walking toward the kitchen, only to find Shawn vacantly changing channels on the living room TV - he was obviously bored out of his mind. His brief misery gave me some satisfaction as I entered the kitchen for a glass of water, but I was completely unprepared for what awaited me.
Mom was bent forward with her head in the freezer as she was presumably getting ice, and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was in her underwear.
“M-mom?” I stammered, taken aback by the heavenly, but unexpected view of her voluptuous body.
She closed the freezer door before turning away from me to fill two glasses with cold water. Her plump, round cheeks greedily devoured the small string that disappeared between them, and despite the dry, summer heat, my mouth was salivating like a dog’s.
“Can I help you?” Mom replied nonchalantly.
“U-uh, you-”
“The air conditioner broke, and the repair guy said it’ll be a couple days before they can send someone out. Until then, I’m walking around like this so I don’t die of heat exhaustion in my own home.”
I ran my eyes up and down her immaculate form again and again, as if I were committing her body to memory before mom cleared her throat and I came to my senses. She was looking right at me.
“Is this going to be an issue, or does your mother have your permission to do what she wants in her own house?”
Her sarcastic tone attracted some ire within me, but I was far too confused and aroused to respond with anything but a timid, “no” before I bashfully averted my gaze. The silent tension was palpable as I quietly poured myself a glass of water. I could feel her gaze practically burning a hole through the back of my head.
“Samuel?”
I nearly flinched upon hearing her sultry voice, and I hesitated before turning to face her.
“Yeah?”
“Can Shawn play on your Playstation?” She asked with a downward inflection in her voice, as if she was exhausted by our petty games. “I know he’s bored out of his mind, and I know you wouldn’t want me to find other ways to entertain him.”
My cock twitched in my shorts when she said that, and I knew exactly what she implied. Whether she was being cruelly sarcastic or completely serious I was unsure, but I took no chances in finding out the answer.
“Uh, yeah, he can. It’s fine.”
I shuffled out of the kitchen with a glass of water in my hands before mom called out to me once again.
“Thank you, Samuel. For that, and-” Mom gestured with her hands toward her body before continuing. “-this. I know it makes you uncomfortable to have him around let alone with me strutting around the house like this.”
I simply nodded as she spoke, thankful to have finally heard some unaggressive words from her directed at me for once.
“God, it really is damn hot, isn’t it?”
My mind played with that choice of words, and I took it to mean she was talking about her body before I snapped out of it.
“Uh, yeah.” I nervously chuckled.
My erection was almost painfully stiff when she walked past me out of the kitchen, her body less than an inch from mine as I stopped to admire her. The scant trail of motherly pheromones she left in her wake were like a perfume to me, and her humid scent wafted over me as I watched her bare ass jiggle with each step. I almost didn’t care that she was walking towards Shawn while looking like that, I was only happy to ogle her plump, meaty feast of an ass as it moved through the warm living room.
Her head motioned to one side, as if to signal him, and I watched Shawn’s eyes light up in excitement before looking at me. He was hesitant at first, but I could tell he was eager to walk towards my room with mom following behind, and I stood leaning against the corner to the hallway while mom in all her erotically half-naked glory went into my bedroom.
“One day. One day it’ll just be me in there when she goes in looking like that.” I thought. “One day.”
I chugged the glass of water before refilling it and entered my room to find Shawn sitting on the floor in front of the television and mom next to him. They were playing more Street Biter, only this time mom was wearing less clothing than the already scantily-clad character she was playing, and my cock twitched again, reminding me of my current predicament.
We were more than happy to share a small, cramped bedroom with a shapely woman like mom, especially in this state, but I had nowhere to reasonably go to now and tend to my urgent erection. To add fuel to the fire, mom being dressed like this and covered in sweat in my room only made it worse. I wanted her - bad.
“Uh, I’ll be right back, I gotta use the bathroom.” I announced, thinking quickly.
“You don’t really think I was angry because you're being kind to him, do you? I was angry because I know he’s trying to weasel his way in between your legs, and you’re not doing anything to stop him.”
Mom was shaking her head now, almost exactly how I was only a moment ago. Must have been another thing I inherited from her. She said nothing for several long moments, and I swear I could feel her anger in the air, but I know it was just the hot summer beginning to swell in the sunny kitchen.
“Mom, I just don’t want him to take advantage of your kindne-”
“I know Samuel. I heard you the first time.”
“Well then do you think I’m wrong?”
She didn’t respond when I decided to continue. “Do you think I shouldn’t try my best to protect you, my own mom, from people like him?”
“He’s not like that.”
My eyes fell to her heart-shaped backside as it softly wobbled while she made us breakfast. Her shorts were doing her plump cheeks justice as her brown, meaty backside contrasted enticingly with the white fabric. I wanted to push my face into her, be enveloped by her, and to inhale her. I wanted to tell her everything was alright, and that I wasn’t angry with her any more, but here we were - still arguing in the kitchen for the thousandth time.
“It’s just-” Mom paused to sniffle. “It’s been hard, Samuel.”
I was quiet as I waited for her to continue.
“He’s sweet to me, and, so are you, but-”
“He’s not me.” I murmured.
Neither of us said anything before I decided to speak again. “I know you’re lonely, mom. But you could have any guy on the planet, you’re gorgeous. Why him?”
“It’s not like that, Samuel. For God’s sake I’m not sleeping with the guy.”
“I know but when I look at you two I feel some sort of romantic connection. Are you saying there’s nothing there?”
Mom rinsed her hands in the sink before drying them on a kitchen towel. She came close to me and looked in each of my eyes as if she were searching for something. I don’t know what she was looking for, but I apparently satisfied her and she sighed.
“I don’t know. Would you be mad at me if something did happen?”
“Yes.” I said flatly.
She massaged her forehead with her fingertips as if to nurse a headache, and looked as if she were about to say something before deciding against it. I wasn’t overly curious about what she had to say, and left it at that. I turned around to leave the kitchen when she spoke.
“Shawn’s coming back this afternoon. I want to have a nice dinner, and no fighting.”
I looked over my shoulder to see her standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her wide hips almost filling the width of the threshold.
“I thought you said he went home.”
“I did. His mother’s still not back, and it’s not like he can feed himself.” She replied matter-of-factly. “He’s a lot like you.”
I was unhappy at the news, but I knew neither of us had any appetite left for arguing, and that it wouldn’t matter in the end anyway. Mom always got her way, even from me.
The majority of the sweltering day was spent in my room as I felt it was too awkward to be around mom in the living room after what was said, and I was left to brood until Shawn came over. The doorbell nearly caused me to flinch when I heard it, and I looked out from my room toward the front door as mom opened it.
“Hey Shanie.”
“Hi hun, come on inside. Dinner’s almost ready and I know you must be hungry.”
“Oh yeah, I’ve just been eating nachos all day since everything my mom bought needs to be cooked!”
Mom laughed softly in amusement, and I watched his eyes follow the rhythm of her swaying hips as she strutted toward the kitchen. Jealousy stabbed at me like a splinter, and I went back into my room.
“Yeah, it’s really been getting hot recently. You can feel it the most in the living room and the kitchen.” I heard mom say from elsewhere in the house.
He was probably making smalltalk with her now and I was only getting bits and pieces of it. I pulled my headphones over my head, but not before I heard mom’s words.
“I’m gonna go hop in the shower really quick before we eat.”
My ears perked up at those words, and after waiting for a few minutes for mom to start the shower, I left my room. The bedroom door nearly slammed against my wall with how quickly I exited, and I was somewhat disappointed to find a pale, lanky nerd sitting on the couch as he caught his breath.
“Why are you breathing like that?” I asked as I barely tolerated him polluting my air.
“Oh uh, no reason. I ran here from my house.”
A part of me didn’t believe him, but another just wanted to get away from him and I leered at him for a moment before I went back to my room. Mom didn’t leave her bedroom for an unusually long time after she finished her shower, and I began to grow suspicious until I heard her voice call to us from the kitchen.
“Boys! Dinner’s ready!”
I wasn’t the first to enter, and Shawn was leaning against the counter as mom stood in front of the stove finishing things while he watched her.
“Hope you’re hungry.” Mom said, licking her thumb as she turned around.
I was taken aback by what she was wearing, and my heart dropped when I saw her eyes look at mine before they darted away dismissively. Mom wore a thin, satin dress with a high cut on one leg that revealed her smooth, brown skin underneath as the thin fabric clung to her seductive curves like silk. Her long, dark hair was done up too in a curly bun that showed off her neck and collarbone in a way that would catch any man’s eye and draw them in. Her wide ass was tightly wrapped in the dress like a plump, round gift, and her heavy breasts hung deliciously behind the tantalizing neckline that dropped to nearly her belly button. Mom looked incredible.
“Oh I’m starving, Shanie. I can’t wait to dig into that.”
“Good, then you can help Samuel set the dinner table.”
Shawn left the kitchen after mom handed him napkins and silverware and I walked up to her before she glanced at my direction.
“If you have something to say, say it. I want this evening to be a nice one for us, and I don’t want another shouting match like last night.”
“Why are you wearing that, mom?”
I would have described the look at me like a glare, but she seemed to be more embarrassed than angry at my question, and she licked her teeth.
“Why, do you want me to take it off?”
My heart pounded in my chest, and the word “yes” rang in my head like a church bell in a hurricane.
“No.”
Mom seemed to be uncomfortable by her own aggressive words, and she reigned herself in with a calmer answer. “It’s hot. I thought I would wear something cooler for the evening. Is that alright?”
“Yeah.” I whispered, nodding my head. “You look beautiful, mom.”
I left the kitchen before I let her reply, and I saw Shawn dutifully arranging the placemats on the dining room table. Two of them were placed side by side, while the third sat alone on the other end. I instantly knew which one was going to be mine.
Not long after I sat down at the table, mom came out of the kitchen with a large plate of steaming food and placed it in front of us.
“Bon appétit!” Mom announced, smoothing her dress with her hands before sitting down next to Shawn.
It was admittedly delicious, but dinner overall was insufferable as I had to endure one stupid story from Shawn after another. All the while, mom is making cutesy faces at the both of us while she listens to him, like a mother listening to a child babble nonsense, and I sat there with one arm on the table to support my head.
“Is there a single thing about that story true? Even one?”
“Samuel.” Mom murmured as she glared at me.
His only response was to nervously chuckle and look to mom for approval, which she of course gave him with a nod, before he continued masturbating his fragile ego with another tale about a nonexistent ex-girlfriend of his. Mom found his dumb stories amusing in a way I will never understand, but Shawn was always eager to hear her past experiences which were wildly more interesting and verifiably true. Stories about past boyfriends, times she’s been hit on by celebrities, the incredible feats men have pulled off to impress her, the works. I had heard it all before, but knowing mom had experienced so much with so many different guys only led to more confusion as to why she’d be interested in Shawn at all. He was a complete loser compared to mom, and if this were a just world, he’d have no chance with her. Why him?
“That was great! Thanks Shanie, for dinner.”
“Oh you’re welcome, hun. Would you like some dessert?” Mom offered with a demure smile on her plush lips.
“Oh uh, yeah! What do you have?”
Mom was taking our empty plates off the table and our eyes followed her heart-shaped backside as it disappeared around the edge of the doorway to the kitchen. My gaze darted toward Shawn’s face and I was unsurprised to see his eyes dreamily staring at the spot he saw her last, and my stomach turned. I decided then that whatever nonsense mom had planned for me to endure tonight was off the table, and I rose from my chair before leaving for my room.
“You’re not gonna have dessert with us, Samuel?” Mom asked as she looked at me from the doorway.
It pained me to say no to her while she looked like that, but my pride demanded I separate myself from them before another outburst could build within me. I would not tolerate this blatant disrespect from either of them any more.
“No, I’m not hungry.”
That was all I said before I walked down the hallway, ignoring whatever nascent comments that drifted in from the dining room and I closed my door behind me. Anger welled up within me like a pot of boiling water, and a part of me was relieved to have some alone time after that intolerable excuse for a “nice evening” or however mom put it. I decided that that was the last straw and I would never humor mom again regarding Shawn, come hell or high water.
The sounds of laughter slipped through my bedroom door like a cruel note, and my jealous misery grew with every chorus of happiness my ears could recognize. Mom must have known how I felt about them by now and was openly mocking me with it, or at least that was how I felt. I didn’t want to play tug-of-war over my own mom, because that would have implied Shawn was my equal in some way, but I still stewed in my emotions while the two of them presumably flirted and cuddled on the couch together. I was miserable.
A few hours later, I realized that the living room had been quiet, and I listened intently for any signs that they were still awake before opening my bedroom door. I was curious to see the aftermath, if any, of their evening together but I already knew it was unlikely to find anything as my paranoia played a major part in my decisions. It was pitch black in the living room, and I meandered toward the kitchen doorway before flipping a switch. The ceiling panels quietly hummed as they illuminated the lonely room before I turned around to inspect the living room that the lights bled into. Turning the lights on in the kitchen served as some plausible deniability in the event that mom caught me snooping, and I silently walked toward where I expected Shawn to be when confusion struck me.
The couch was empty. I turned my head in every direction looking for any sign that someone was sleeping in the living room, only to find none, and uncertainty plagued me before panic crept in.
“Where the fuck is he?” I thought, again and again as I silently patrolled the house for any sign of him.
The warm, summer air caressed my skin as I wandered through the house, searching for any evidence that mom was still faithful to me. I was sweating, even in the dead of night, before my mind began to accept the possibility that Shawn was in mom’s room with her.
“Surely she made him sleep on the floor.” I thought. “Surely he isn’t in bed with her right now. Mom wouldn’t do that. She can’t let him do that.”
I held my breath with my ear against mom’s bedroom door. My head was spinning and my heart was beating in my chest like a piston until my lungs were on fire. Silence. I was choking on the stale air in my throat before I was far enough away from mom’s door to safely breathe. Why didn’t I hear anything from her bedroom?
“If he was in there with her, surely-”
I hesitated to finish that thought. I dreaded following that thread to its frayed, dismal end and everything that it implied. My head hung in defeat as I dragged myself back into my bedroom, but not before unhooking my Playstation from the living room TV. If I was going to be miserable, then so were they. It was mine, after all, and if they wanted to use it then I figured they could ask me. I plugged it into the television in my room so I could use the excuse that I wanted to play games without waking them, in the event that mom would angrily confront me on Shawn’s behalf, and I collapsed into bed.
It was difficult to fall asleep while paranoia haunted me, practically digging circles in my brain while I mentally paced about, exploring every possible explanation for Shawn’s disappearance. Somewhere along the line I had fallen asleep, and well before I was satisfied with any possibility I could concoct.
The next morning, I had awoken drenched in sweat. It was already hot enough in my room to make the direct sunlight coming through my window feel uncomfortable, but I was unsure if my rampant perspiration was entirely the result of the dry, summer air.
I took a quick shower before pulling some loose clothes on and walking toward the kitchen, only to find Shawn vacantly changing channels on the living room TV - he was obviously bored out of his mind. His brief misery gave me some satisfaction as I entered the kitchen for a glass of water, but I was completely unprepared for what awaited me.
Mom was bent forward with her head in the freezer as she was presumably getting ice, and my jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She was in her underwear.
“M-mom?” I stammered, taken aback by the heavenly, but unexpected view of her voluptuous body.
She closed the freezer door before turning away from me to fill two glasses with cold water. Her plump, round cheeks greedily devoured the small string that disappeared between them, and despite the dry, summer heat, my mouth was salivating like a dog’s.
“Can I help you?” Mom replied nonchalantly.
“U-uh, you-”
“The air conditioner broke, and the repair guy said it’ll be a couple days before they can send someone out. Until then, I’m walking around like this so I don’t die of heat exhaustion in my own home.”
I ran my eyes up and down her immaculate form again and again, as if I were committing her body to memory before mom cleared her throat and I came to my senses. She was looking right at me.
“Is this going to be an issue, or does your mother have your permission to do what she wants in her own house?”
Her sarcastic tone attracted some ire within me, but I was far too confused and aroused to respond with anything but a timid, “no” before I bashfully averted my gaze. The silent tension was palpable as I quietly poured myself a glass of water. I could feel her gaze practically burning a hole through the back of my head.
“Samuel?”
I nearly flinched upon hearing her sultry voice, and I hesitated before turning to face her.
“Yeah?”
“Can Shawn play on your Playstation?” She asked with a downward inflection in her voice, as if she was exhausted by our petty games. “I know he’s bored out of his mind, and I know you wouldn’t want me to find other ways to entertain him.”
My cock twitched in my shorts when she said that, and I knew exactly what she implied. Whether she was being cruelly sarcastic or completely serious I was unsure, but I took no chances in finding out the answer.
“Uh, yeah, he can. It’s fine.”
I shuffled out of the kitchen with a glass of water in my hands before mom called out to me once again.
“Thank you, Samuel. For that, and-” Mom gestured with her hands toward her body before continuing. “-this. I know it makes you uncomfortable to have him around let alone with me strutting around the house like this.”
I simply nodded as she spoke, thankful to have finally heard some unaggressive words from her directed at me for once.
“God, it really is damn hot, isn’t it?”
My mind played with that choice of words, and I took it to mean she was talking about her body before I snapped out of it.
“Uh, yeah.” I nervously chuckled.
My erection was almost painfully stiff when she walked past me out of the kitchen, her body less than an inch from mine as I stopped to admire her. The scant trail of motherly pheromones she left in her wake were like a perfume to me, and her humid scent wafted over me as I watched her bare ass jiggle with each step. I almost didn’t care that she was walking towards Shawn while looking like that, I was only happy to ogle her plump, meaty feast of an ass as it moved through the warm living room.
Her head motioned to one side, as if to signal him, and I watched Shawn’s eyes light up in excitement before looking at me. He was hesitant at first, but I could tell he was eager to walk towards my room with mom following behind, and I stood leaning against the corner to the hallway while mom in all her erotically half-naked glory went into my bedroom.
“One day. One day it’ll just be me in there when she goes in looking like that.” I thought. “One day.”
I chugged the glass of water before refilling it and entered my room to find Shawn sitting on the floor in front of the television and mom next to him. They were playing more Street Biter, only this time mom was wearing less clothing than the already scantily-clad character she was playing, and my cock twitched again, reminding me of my current predicament.
We were more than happy to share a small, cramped bedroom with a shapely woman like mom, especially in this state, but I had nowhere to reasonably go to now and tend to my urgent erection. To add fuel to the fire, mom being dressed like this and covered in sweat in my room only made it worse. I wanted her - bad.
“Uh, I’ll be right back, I gotta use the bathroom.” I announced, thinking quickly.