“Uh, switching?” Aaron asked.
“Yes, you’re on a date with your mothers tonight,” Stacey said. “Let’s go.”
They went to the same beachside, romantic restaurants again, each a few miles apart. There was barely any talking between the two. Stacey and Trish had wine and salads, holding their son’s hands the whole time. They would occasionally stare at them, not smiling, a slightly seductive look on their faces. Aaron and Bennet tried their best to hide their discomfort.
When the meal ended, the moms paid the bill; the sons held the door open for them and drove.
“We’re not going home,” Stacey told Aaron.
“We’re not?” Aaron asked nervously.
Trish had told the same thing to Bennet “No, we have a nice hotel room waiting for us.”
“A hotel room?” Bennet asked.
“Just drive,” Stacey ordered Aaron, plugging in the directions to the GPS.
They arrived the same time as Bennet and Trish. The mothers said nothing to one another, holding the arms of their sons, they marched toward the hotel.
The elevator ride was silent. When they arrived to the top floor, ten stories up, the mothers gave each other a sly grin, exited the elevator with their sons, and walked off in opposite directions. Aaron and Bennet looked over their shoulder at one another and shrugged.
Inside Aaron and Stacey’s room, the magnitude of what she was planning hit her. She had ideas, thoughts, unsure if any of them would pan out. She took a deep breath and moved into the room. She didn’t turn on the lights. Stacey instead found several strategically placed candles next to the bed, lighting them one by one.
“Mom?” Aaron asked, watching her.
Stacey said nothing. She guided Aaron to sit on the edge of the bed.
“What’s going – ”
He was interrupted by his mother’s index finger. She smiled softly at him. Stacey leaned down, giving his lips a kiss just as soft as her smile.
“I love you,” she whispered.
In Bennet and Trish’s room, Trish closed the door, the magnitude of what she was planning hit her. She paused and turned around to face her son. A lamp next to the bed was left on. She stared at his confused face looking back at hers. Something ignited in Trish at that moment. She saw red, not of anger, but of lust. Channeling Stacey she lunged at her son.
“Mom?” Bennet asked. Trish grabbed his shirt and flung him against the wall.
“Shut up!” she ordered, then grabbed his face kissing him hard.
Breaking the kiss for air, Bennet managed to ask, “What’s going on?”
His mother pulled him away from the wall and flung him on the bed. She quickly mounted him, “I’m fucking you!” she ripped his shirt away from his chest.
In Aaron and Stacey’s room, Stacey kissed Aaron’s lips several more times, slowly going to her knees in front of him.
Not taking her eyes off him, she undid his belt, pulling it away, and then unbuttoned his pants. His mouth hung open. “I, I, love you too,” he whispered back.
Stacey smiled, pulling her shocked son’s cock out of his boxer shorts. She looked at his erection, then back to his face. Reaching up to caress his cheek then grabbing the base of his cock with both hand, she smiled one more time. Channeling Trish, she opened her mouth, lovingly licking, kissing, all over his cock, taking her sweet and agonizing time. Aaron’s eyes rolled in the back of his head, watching the love of his life worship his cock.
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