“Would you like me to explain?” she said as she walked toward me.
“That you’re fucking my roommate?” I replied incredulously.
“I have needs. Grant fills those needs,” she said.
“I’m going to ask again. Are you fucking my roommate?”
As if on cue, the door reopened, and Grant came into the room oblivious to the situation.
“Please don’t put more than one ice cube in my…” Grant froze when he saw me, “…asshole,” he finished.
“Hey, Grant. Tonight, when we’re back in our dorm room, maybe you don’t tell me about the girl you were fucking during the football game.
“You told him about our lovemaking?” My mom asked Grant with concern.
“No, he told me about your fucking,” I corrected her.
“I didn’t say who it was. Just a sorority girl from Alpha Gamma,” Grant said in defense. “Which is kind of true. She was in that sorority 25 years ago.”
“Grant, Mrs. Weckenstein needs you to shut up right now,” Mom said. There it was again–another third-person reference.
Grant nodded in agreement, wishing he could be anywhere but here.
Mom moved to the mini bar, poured three glasses of scotch, and handed one to each of us. She did not attempt to dress or hide her nudity.
“Take the drink. Let’s reset and talk about this like adults.”
I put the drink down to continue with my litany of gripes. Mom’s face got serious.
“Your mother said drink your fucking scotch,” she said with the scolding tone of my childhood that would scare me into cleaning my room.
I swallowed the liquor, which burned. Added to my pre-game beers, my head swirled. I was a little drunk and a lot enraged.
“You ask questions. I’ll give honest answers,” she said. She drained her drink in a single gulp and poured another.
Grant sipped at his, reacting to the strength of the spirit.
“When did this start?” I asked
“Parents’ weekend,” she replied.
“How does Dad not know?”
“He does. He was here when we first fucked. He was pretending to be blacked out. It was a special treat for him to watch me and a younger man.”
“Wait. He was awake that night?” Grant queried.
“Yes, Grant. But let’s let Barry have the floor right now,”
“Watch out for her, Grant. She loves fucking with people. Christ, I need a better adjective. Don’t fall for her game. She always gets what she wants.”
“Too late,” Grant said. “I think I’m in love with her,” he said quietly.
“What did I say? What was my only demand? Don’t fall in love with me, you idiot,” Mom told her boy toy.
“I’ll have to take the blame for some of this,” she continued.
She pointed to Grant. “You should not have fallen in love with me.”
She then pointed at me, “And you should not be creeping around listening to my hotel room door.”
“Which part of the blame do you take?” I asked.
“Not covering my tracks better. You boys are like sons to me,” she replied.
“I am your son!” I said a little too loud. “I’m just the son who did not get a chance to fuck you.”
“Is that what this is about? Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
“No, well, maybe, but no. Well, maybe; I mean, I’ve had fantasies like all guys.”
I could not believe the words that were coming from my mouth. She had been at the core of most of my fantasies, but I had never said it out loud. Now she was standing nude before me, her lover in the room, and I had somehow admitted to my desire to try the last taboo.
“I don’t fantasize about my mother,” Grant said.
“Why would you? You’re too busy fucking mine,” I fired back.
“It’s okay to fantasize about me, baby,” My mother told me.
She smiled with pride. My dad may have been the high-powered ex-attorney, but Mom just cross-examined me into admitting my desire to fuck her. She had me and knew it. My cock went so stiff in the jeans that I had to adjust myself in front of her.
The weight of everything was overwhelming, and I had to sit on the bed or pass out.
My Mom came over to me, sat uncomfortably close, and handed me her glass of scotch.
“I should leave,” I said. “You two do whatever you’re doing, and I’ll sort it out someday in therapy.”
“I want you to stay,” she said with a gentle whisper putting her hand on my leg for reassurance.
“To watch you fuck Grant? No thanks.”
“Grant, Mrs. Weckenstein wants you to leave now,” she said dismissively.
“But we were going to-,” he began.
“Things have changed. You crossed the line.”
Grant began to gather his clothes, slowly getting dressed, hoping my mother would tell him to stop and do to him whatever the fuck she had promised him.
“What did I say the first time we fucked?” she asked.
“Not to fall in love with you.”
“That’s right,” she replied.
“I’m sorry, but I could not help it. I just-”
“You’ll get over me. But this is done.”
“Yes, Mrs. Weckenstein,” Grant said sadly as he finished getting dressed and left.
Grant left without so much as getting a kiss goodbye.
“Why do I feel so bad for him?” I asked, “That’s so fucked up.”
It was just my mother and me sitting on the bed. I took another drink of her scotch.
“I always knew when you watched me sunbathing from the guest room.”
Fuck me, I thought. She knew I would run to the guest bedroom because it overlooked the pool to watch her worship the sun topless.
She slowly moved her hand along my thigh.
“I liked knowing you were watching me,” she whispered in my ear, “it made me wet, just like now.”
My cock stiffened quickly and got stuck against the tightness of my jeans. I had to awkwardly squirm to free it.
“W…W…W…Wet?” I said with a stutter.
Mom smiled as she took her left hand and slowly slid it down her stomach across her dark bush, and I watched it disappear into her hair-covered slit. I gulped in awe at her hypnotic move. Her fingers creased her dark bush revealing the pink rose petals of her labia.
“What are you…” I could not finish my sentence as she took her glistening finger from her pussy, slowly brought it to my lips, then coated them with her velvet gloss.
She then watched and waited for what seemed like hours. Finally, I could resist no longer and licked my lips to savor her taste.
Only then did she place her hands under each of her breasts, cupped them firmly, and held them out toward me, offering me the prospect of suckling them.
My heartbeat quickened. The room was getting hot. I knew I had to leave. I could no longer stay with her but found myself leaning toward her. I found the warmth of her breast flesh in my mouth as my tongue caressed her nipple and let her nurse me. She closed her eyes with pleasure from my weakness and her ability to win.
I could sense the joy my tongue provided the nerve endings in her nipples as they thickened in my mouth and the tips dimpled inward. I could feel the bumps on her wide areolas.
She held my head and let me engulf her nipple while petting and stroking my hair. While still suckling her tits, I placed my hand on her flat stomach wanting to move it into her pussy, wanting to feel her clit, longing for her warmth. She could sense my desire as well as my hesitancy.
Mom placed a hand behind my head, then pulled me up from her breasts and in close for a soft sensual, open-mouth kiss where she probed me hungrily with my tongue. It was not a typical mother-son kiss, not by a long shot.
She whispered, “You know how this will end, right?”
I had only kissed and fondled her; it should have ended there. I stood up. I should have found the courage to leave, but I was a prisoner to her passion.
I got off the bed, but she reached out and pulled me toward her so my waist was in front of her face.
She seductively ran her hands across my stomach and gently unbuttoned my jeans. With each button, she would kiss and lick the exposed flesh. After two buttons, the glans of my penis was exposed. She gently licked the blunt tip, savoring the salty taste, another two buttons, and it sprang free. She gripped my cock in her hand, giving it a gentle tug up and down, seemingly pleased at my size and arousal,
I pulled her hand away with some doubts. It was a panic response. Could I meet her expectations? Her next move was devious.
She finished opening my jeans, pulled them down then began to massage my cock with long slow strokes. I stepped out of my jeans, naked from the waist down, as my mother crossed yet another line and descended on my prick with her mouth.
Licking the shaft and then swirling her tongue around the head. The warmth of her mouth and the suction she created were dizzying. I wanted to cum then and there, just dump my load in her mouth, but she predicted my moves and excitement and backed off.
“Mommy needs you to slow down, baby,” she said as she pulled herself to her knees and brought me in for more deep probing kisses.
“Lay down. I want to feed you,” she whispered.
I removed my shirt, now fully naked; I obediently lay back on the bed, stroking my erect cock.
My mother straddled my chest in a reverse cowgirl stance so her magnificent ass was on my chest and in my face. My view was her slender back, her pale anus, her manicured perineum, and black-haired pussy. Her soaked snatch left a trail of her wetness on my skin as she scooched her ass toward my face.
She then leaned forward and began to lick my stomach, putting her mouth just inches from my cock.
This move raised her pussy directly over my head but out of reach from my tongue. Her entry was now over my face, and I could smell her inviting essence. I breathed in deeply, inhaling her pussy’s fragrance which raced to my balls, swelling them with anticipate
She then ran two fingers in her pussy, readying it for me to taste. Her thick, rich juices created a syrupy glycerin coating that held her pussy lips closed.
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