An adult stories – Josh Knows Best Ch. 08 by Turbidus,Turbidus Sorry for the delay. Josh graduates and his mom gives him a special graduation present.
Thanks once again to JordanJohnson for his editing.
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The next morning the welts had subsided but my ass was a dusky purple. Even with my underwear as a buffer my jeans felt rough on my sensitive skin. Sitting hurt, a little, but I welcomed the pain. It re-ignited my memories of the night before.
Thursday, the penultimate day of my high school career had arrived. Even if my ass had not been sore, I would have had trouble sitting still.
Ms. Lang tried to lecture but she was clearly distracted. I wondered if anyone else in class realized it was the bulge in my jeans distracting her.
It wasn’t until halfway through my last class of the day that I realized I had to work tonight. I wasn’t working Friday night. That was the night before graduation. But mom would be working Friday and Saturday night. I was struck with horror. No chance of fucking until after mom woke up on Saturday?
Seriously? What the fuck? Was this what it meant to become an adult? Having to work in time for fucking around your job?
That would totally fucking suck.
I considered calling in sick, but my cock did not exert absolute control over my body. Class ended and I headed to the diner. It was busy enough to make the time pass quickly. I don’t think I had ever cleaned the kitchen so quickly before. Having something more than your hand to look forward to when you got home was downright inspirational.
I ran the mile and a half home. I hurried through the kitchen, remembering to lock the door, and was disappointed to see mom sitting watching Fallon in her nightshirt. I hugged her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.
“Why are you wearing a shirt?” I whispered as I nuzzled her neck.
“Settle down, buddy. I’m not eighteen. I’m pooped and my pussy is sore,” she snorted.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, alarm tugged at my guts.
“Yes, but in the way I wanted, the way I asked for. I hurt you too. I had forgotten how nice it was to wiggle in your chair and be reminded you’d been righteously fucked the night before. I’m not complaining. Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking perfect. And horny. I’m perfectly horny.”
“No doubt. I am too but I need some rest.” She stood. “Come on, I’ll take a shower with you, see if we can relieve some of that horniness.”
Do not let anyone tell you getting a hand job is the same as jerking off. It so is not.
As mom stroked my cock, warm water flowing over my shoulders and down my body, I kissed her.
“You know, if your pussy is sore, I could fuck you in the ass?”
“Yes, I’m sure you could,” she chuckled. She kissed me back.
“Not tonight. Maybe Saturday. I’ll have a break after I help set up the diplomas and the actual ceremony. I can run home in-between. I’ll have privacy to prepare myself. I don’t have to go to work until 9:00 pm. We’ll have plenty of time for fun.”
Conversation was lost to the feel of her hand gliding over my cock. My orgasm was good but not as amazing as when my cock was buried in her pussy or her mouth.
In the bedroom, mom had me lie on my stomach. She gently rubbed aloe vera gel over my still smarting ass. Before she was done my cock was throbbing again. When she finished with the gel, I rolled onto my back.
I reached for my cock and began to jerk off. Mom snuggled against my side and stroked the top of my thigh and watched. The past few days had drained my balls. When I came there was hardly any semen.
Mom rolled away and grabbed a handful of tissues. She wiped my belly clean, gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “good night”. She settled in, pressed against my side and with seconds was sound asleep.
The next thing I knew, the room was bright, my cock was hard and mom was in the shower.
Friday morning. My last day of high school.
There was absolutely nothing of any educational value achieved that day, at least not amongst the seniors.
The bell rang at 3:20 and that was it. I was no longer a high school student. Tomorrow by this time I would have been a high school graduate for an hour or so. I wondered if I would have felt more excited if I had not been having such an intense time at home.
I let out a yell along with all the other seniors. We milled around on the yard in front of the school. I had taken the night off from work but mom had not. Jeff kept haranguing me about going to a party at Roger’s house. I really was not interested. A party at Roger’s meant a bunch of drunk, and soon to be puking, teenagers interspersed with other teenagers baked out of their minds.
Not my scene but I hated the idea of waiting at home for mom to come dragging in, exhausted and smelling of stale beer. So, I heard myself telling Jeff I would go.
“No, shit?” he exclaimed. “Fuck yeah, bro. About time you learned to party.” He pronounced it “par tay” and I almost told him to forget it.
I texted mom. She texted back telling me to have fun but not to have more than one beer and if I did call her for a ride home. I replied with an eyeroll, thumbs up and heart emojis.
“Congratulations, Josh,” a soft voice behind said as I hit the ‘send’ button. “Are you working tonight?”
I turned to Ms. Lang and shook my head. “No. I took the night off.”
“Ah, clearing the decks for partying,” she chuckled. “Pity, I don’t feel like cooking tonight. I thought I would stop by the diner. While I was there, I was going to treat you to a graduation Coke.”
Is she hitting on me? I wondered.
“Cool,” I replied. “Unless a long lost, and rich, relative dies and leaves me his money, I’ll be there way too much the rest of the summer.”
“See you around then. And congratulations.”
With that she headed toward the faculty parking lot. I caught myself staring at her ass. When she reached her car, she turned and waved goodbye. And caught me staring at her ass.
I felt guilty. Partly for staring and partly for betraying mom by looking at another woman. I reminded myself there was nothing weird or wrong about noticing Ms. Lang. She had only been teaching a couple of years, meaning she was only five or six years older than me. Besides, she was hot.
“Dude, she totally wants to ride you,” Jeff offered helpfully.
“Shut up, man. Come on. I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat. We have time for me to annihilate you at Mario Kart before the party.”
“Yeah, right. In your dreams, Brugi, in your dreams.”
I slaughtered him. Just for the record.
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The party was as awkward as I had expected. Suze was there. The drunker she got the clinger she got. Clingy was replaced by aggression and demands. The third time she tried to kiss me I took her by the wrists and told her again, I loved having her for a friend, but wasn’t interested in dating.
“I don’t want to date either,” she yelled. “I want to fuck, jerk.”
She proceeded to toss what was left of her beer on my chest and stomped off. There was only a sip of beer left in her cup so the damage to my shirt was minimal but enough to leave Jeff incapacitated with laughter.
He was having too much fun to leave and I did not feel like walking two miles home. I almost regretted taking the night off. At least I would have made some money while not having any fun.
I spotted a couch with only one other person sitting on it, Maggie. Maggie and I had known each other since fourth grade. She was more cute than pretty and wicked smart. She had focused more on science, while I took more history and lit classes. We had not spent much time together since freshman year.
“Is this seat taken, madam?” I asked in my best Downton Abbey accent. I thought I nailed it but Maggie rolled her eyes.
“Fleeing from the terror of the woman scorned,” she drawled. “I’m not sure I care to be your rebound couch companion.”
“Nothing to rebound from,” I replied as I sat. “I don’t mean to be mean or anything.”
“For someone with a genetic defect, you are halfway decent.”
“Genetic defect?”
“Y-chromosome, Josh. For a guy you’re not horrible.”
“Wow, thanks for the compliment. I’m honored,” I replied. It was my turn to roll my eyes.
“You should be,” Maggie retorted. “God must hate me. I keep praying to wake up a lesbian, but no dice.”
I laughed.
“I wasn’t joking,” Maggie said, giving me the side eye.
“I know, Maggie. That’s why I laughed. You really think guys are so terrible? Come on.”
“Uh, hmm, let me see,” she intoned, a mock look of contemplation on her face. “Barry?” she held up a finger. “Total dick. Jon?” Another finger. “Douche. Sam?” A third finger. “Dick and douche.”
“Hang on, Maggie, exes don’t count. Of course you hate them.”
“My point being, every guy I’ve gotten to know beyond the purely casual ended up being a horror show of insecurity, pettiness and irritation because I wouldn’t blow them on the second date.”
“You’re joking about that,” I insisted.
She turned to face me. “Only partly. I think Sam asked for a blowjob on our first date, which by the way, consisted of me buying him a supersized Big Mac meal and I detest McDonald’s.”
“Ouch. Okay, I got give you that one. I will also go far as to concede the average high school male is lacking a certain level of maturity.” I held up a hand as she opened her mouth. “However, the average high school female gives the average high school male a run for his money.”
She closed her mouth and sighed. “Well, just fuck me. There’s goes the lesbian escape hatch. Maybe I’ll join a convent.”
“I thought you said you didn’t want to be a lesbian?” I joked.
“Har-har,” she rejoined, but almost smiled.
“I don’t suppose you have a car?” I asked.
“Would I be sitting here if I did? I rode here with She Who Wants To Jump Your Bones.”
“Really? Are you the designated driver?”
“I hadn’t planned on it. I wasn’t planning on drinking but hauling Suze’s drunk ass into a car without getting barfed on was not part of the deal. She can’t drive though.”
“I have an idea, be right back.”
I hurried over to Jeff. I knew for a fact he was drinking the same beer he got when we arrived. He was fucking pain in the ass but he was not a big partier despite his boasts.
“Dude, give me your keys,” I told him.
“What? Fuck off, no way.”
“Maggie came her with Suze, who is totally fucked up. She can’t be allowed to drive. I’ll take Maggie home in your car and you drive Suze home in hers. You’re practically neighbors.”
“Why doesn’t Maggie drive you home in Suze’s car?”
“I don’t care. If Suze gives her the keys, will you make sure Suze gets home?”
He nodded.
“Cool.” I started to turn away then stopped. “Dude, make sure one of these jock dipshits doesn’t take her off to a room somewhere. She’s way too drunk.”
“What the fuck, she’s not my date,” he protested. I ignored him. For all his faults he was a good guy. I knew he would keep an eye on Suze.
“See if you can get the keys from Suze,” I told Maggie when I returned. “Jeff will keep an eye on her and give her a ride home.”
Maggie shrugged and with a sigh rose from the sofa and moved across the room to where Suze was holding forth and spilling most of her latest cup of beer in the process. From my vantage point, Suze paid no attention to Maggie, not even when she pushed her hand into Suze’s front pocket and pulled out the car keys.
“We can’t leave her like this. I can’t believe I’m friends with the stupid bitch,” Maggie sighed. “Come on. You’ll probably have to carry her.”
“We’re good. Jeff will keep an eye on her and get her home.” I saw the skeptical look in Maggie’s eyes. “He’s a goofball, he talks too much, but he’s a good guy. He’ll make sure she gets home safe.”
Maggie glanced over at Jeff. He was watching us. He rolled his eyes, nodded and mouth ‘get the fuck outta here’.
Maggie gave him a fierce look, pointed two fingers at her eyes then at his. He laughed.
“Come on, Maggie. You can trust him. Honest.”
It was her friend’s car so Maggie drove. We did not speak. It was a nice night. The moon was three-quarters full and there were no clouds to dim its glow. I noticed again how fresh, new and green the world smelled. It was easy to ignore the odd scent of car exhaust and garbage cans that needed a wash.
Maggie pulled up to the curb in front of my house. I turned to her. “Do you want to come in? Have a Coke? Watch a movie?”
She eyed me for a moment then turned the engine off. “Sure,” she sighed, as if she was doing me a favor.
I stifled a grin and settled for a simple, “cool”.
What are you doing? I raved to myself as we walked to the house.
†
As the guest I let Maggie choose the movie. She chose Bird Box. I surprised myself by liking it. It seemed like cheating on mom to sit too close to Maggie. On the other hand, I did not want to insult her by not acting interested.
Movie over, I stood. “You want another Coke? A beer?”
“Beer, unless it’s an IPA, they’re too bitter for me.”
“Pilsner it is.”
I returned with the beers, handed her one and sat down, nearer the middle of the sofa but not touching her.
“I don’t bite you know,” Maggie offered as I picked up the TV remote.
Now I was really stuck. I could not claim to be seeing someone. Maggie would know I was not dating anyone from school. Telling her I was involved with my mother was not an option. Worse, I wanted to put my arm around her.
I was fucking my mother. She had, more or less, promised me anal after graduation but I was sitting here, wanting to put my arm around Maggie. And not just put my arm around her. What the fuck was wrong with me?
You’re a fucking asshole that’s what’s wrong with you, my brain replied.
I turned to Maggie and cupped her cheek with one hand. I allowed myself one quick kiss, no tongue. I was appalled by how hard I found it to pull away.
“We’ll both be heading off to school in a few weeks. What’s the point of starting anything?” I asked, still cupping her cheek. I realized I had been wrong. She was not cute; she was definitely pretty.
Even when she rolled her eyes, she was pretty.
“I’m not asking to marry you, or even date. That doesn’t mean we can’t make out. Have some fun.” She smiled, the question in her eyes easily read.
“True, but my mom will be home soon.”
“We’ll see the lights from her car in plenty of time.” The smile faded from Maggie’s face. “If you don’t want to make out with me, just say so. Don’t be a pussy.”
I had lied to mom. I had told her I knew what we were doing was not permanent. I lied and told her if a girl came along who interested me, I would pursue a relationship. I had not expected to have my lie tested in less than a week.
Had I been lying to myself as much as to mom?
There was no denying I wanted to kiss Maggie, kiss her and more. But that would mean I was cheating on mom. Right?
If you ever want to push a guy into doing something they’re hesitating over, imply their hesitation reflects a lack of masculinity. Whether or not that was Maggie’s intention by calling me a pussy or not, it worked.
I twisted, leaned over her and kissed her, one hand cupping the back of her neck. She offered her tongue and I accepted it.
I was surprised, and delighted, when she pushed me back and moved to straddle my lap. Now, she was kissing me and doing an exceptionally nice job of it. Her hands were around my neck. She pressed her ample chest against mine. She ground her pussy against my rapidly hardening cock.
My questions, my guilt, all were forgotten as my body responded to hers.
Mine was not the only body responding. Maggie’s kisses became more fervid. One of her hands left my neck and pushed between our bodies. I shivered a little when her hand clutched at my cock.
I wiggled my hands beneath her top and found her breasts. Even through her bra I could feel how hard her nipples were. She moaned into my mouth as I kneaded her breasts. She moved her hand and began to grind herself against the bulge in my jeans.
I tried to push her bra down and failed. I tried to push it up and succeeded. Her bra and shirt were now bunched up beneath her chin. Her boobs, smaller than moms but gorgeous, were freed. A feast for eyes, hands and mouth.
I lifted my head and found her nipple. She gasped as I sucked it between my lips. Moaned as I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.
She lifted herself off my lap and hurriedly pulled off her jeans. She had on plain, white cotton panties. The front was nearly transparent. Beneath the darkened, damp fabric I could easily see her pussy lips and a small, well-trimmed, patch of dark curls. I thought for a moment she was going to take off her panties. She did not.
She straddled me again, grinding herself so forcefully against my jeans I was worried she would hurt herself. She leaned over me and I reapplied myself to taking care of her nipples.
She began to groan and buck against me.
Car lights lit up the wall behind us.
“Maggie, my mom is home!” I hissed, trying to lift her off my lap. She was too lost in her orgasm to care. “Maggie!” I called louder and lifted harder, sliding from beneath her. “Hurry up and get your clothes back on. My mom is here.”
Still panting, Maggie nodded. She groped for her jeans, grabbed them and headed down the hallway for the bathroom. Mom opened the side door into the kitchen at the same time. I could not be certain if Maggie was out of sight when she opened the door.
“Hey, mom. How as work?” I called in what I hoped was a normal voice. “Maggie is here. We just finished Bird Box. It was pretty good.”
Mom came into the living room. She looked tired. She gave me a long look. I did my best to not look guilty.
“You want to watch some TV with us?”
She shook her head. “No, my ass is dragging and I got to get up earlier than usual and get to school to make sure everything is ready for graduation.”
“Hi, Ms. Brugi,” I heard Maggie call from the hallway. I stifled a groan. She hadn’t flushed the toilet. If she had not gone into the bathroom to use the toilet, why was she there? Mom was so far from stupid it was not funny. She would know something was fishy.
“Hi, Maggie. You kids got tired of the grad party?”
“Oh, please,” Maggie replied, rolling her eyes as she came into view. “Thank God, Josh was there or I would have been trapped waiting for Suze.” She turned to look at me then back at mom. “We should bet on whether or not she makes it to the graduation ceremony and whether or not if she does, can she make it through without fainting or puking or both.”
Mom frowned. “She was that drunk?”
“Wasted,” Maggie affirmed.
“Jeff agreed to keep an eye on her and get her home,” I explained. “We didn’t abandon her. I wanted to borrow Jeff’s car to bring Maggie home but he was being a pain in the ass. Instead, Maggie borrowed Suze’s car and brought me home.”
“Well, you kids watch TV as long as you want. I’m going to bed,” mom announced.
“Thanks, Ms B but I need to get home.” Maggie turned to me. “Thanks for the movie and the Coke.”
“And the beer,” mom drawled, staring at the coffee table.
“And the beer,” Maggie laugh, not even bothering to blush. “‘night. See you tomorrow, Josh.”
“Joshua, make sure Maggie gets to her car safely.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I stood.
“Madam,” I said to Maggie, bowing. “As a guess of our humble abode, you are allowed to use the front door of our domicile.”
I opened the front door and flipped on the front light as both mom and Maggie rolled their eyes.
I walked Maggie to the car. I had no idea if mom was watching but when Maggie rose up on tiptoes, I had to kiss her. What option did I have? She had just brought herself to an orgasm while I sucked on her boobs. And now I would refuse to kiss her?
“I had fun, Josh,” Maggie whispered as she got into Suze’s car.
“I did too,” I admitted. The truth of the statement brought my guilt roaring back to life. “See you tomorrow.”
She nodded and closed the door.
I waited until she turned out of our neighborhood before I went back inside. Mom was coming out of the bathroom, crossing the hall to her bedroom.
I brushed my teeth quickly and climbed into bed behind her. When I put an arm around her she snuggled back against my chest.
“Did you two have sex?” she asked.
“What? No!”
“Josh, the living room reeked of sex. I’m not angry. I want you to find a nice girl. Just be careful.”
“We did not have sex. We did kiss and make out. Maggie did…uh, masturbate. That’s what you smelled.”
“Josh, it’s fine. Honest. But if you are sleeping with anyone else, we need to use condoms and I expect you to use condoms with them.” She rolled to face me. “And if you’re serious about them, this has to stop?” She rested a hand on my cheek. “Understand?”
I nodded. “Maggie and I didn’t have sex.”
“Honey, I almost wish you had. She’s a lovely girl. I always hoped you’d ask her out.”
“I don’t want this to end. Us.” I whispered.
“Honey, you know it will. It has to. You know that. I know that. It’s okay. But we need to do it honestly and in a way that no one is hurt. Not me. Not you. Not Maggie or whoever.” She kissed me quickly. “I need to get to sleep. Hang out with your friends tomorrow as long as you want. When you get home, I’ll give you your graduation present.”
“Mom…”
She cut me off with a finger over my lips. “Hush, go to sleep. Big day tomorrow.”
I did sleep but woke with muddled memories of confused dreams. Mom was already gone. I had not heard her get out of bed or get dressed.
I tried to work up some enthusiasm for graduation but failed. Had I fucked up? How much could I love mom if I was letting Maggie cum by rubbing herself against my hardon?
So many years ago, and still I alternate between being horrified at my actions with Maggie and trying to rationalize them. Both my shame and rationalizations invariably give way to a much more painful emotion, fear.
Did I kill mom?
When I lied to reassure her, pretending I did not want what we had to last, did that lie cause her cancer? Did God, who I do not even believe in, throw my lie back in my face? Ensuring what we had would be all too impermanent? Was I being punished? Were we being punished?
It is not rational but I feel it is safe to say, no one has ever claimed there was anything rational about love.
I showered, shaved, forced myself to eat a bowl of cereal, dressed, grab the cheap black nylon gown and mortarboard and waited outside for Jeff to pick me up.
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“Bro, you so owe me. You better have gotten laid last night?”
I did my best to glower at Jeff. He really could be tiresome at times. The only verbal reply I offered was a grunt.
“It took three of us to get Suze into my car. I thought her dad was going to murder me before I could explain I was only giving her a ride home because Maggie couldn’t deal with her drunk ass. When I left her parents were arguing over whether they needed to take her to the hospital to get her stomach pump. Oh, and better still, Suze’s dad said he was calling the cops on Roger. Fuckin’ shit hit the fan, bro.”
“Suze owes you dude, not me. She wasn’t my date.”
“Fuck that, Josh. You bailed so you could try to get into Maggie’s pants.” He turned to me. “How was she? She’s not as hot as Suze but still better you deserve, ya bitch.”
“We watched Bird Box and had a beer apiece. When mom got home, Maggie left. I did not get in her pants, as you so elegantly put it.”
No, the nagging voice in my head added. But you wanted to.
“Bro, are you gay? You know you can tell me, right? I’m cool if you are.”
“No, Jeff. I am not gay. I just don’t think of women solely in terms of fucking them.”
“Oh, really?” Jeff mocked in a sing-song voice. “Aren’t you the sensitive, non-patriarchal, woke, motherfucker.” He shook his head. “I think you’re gay. Gay and deeply repressed but I still love ya.” He threw me a sidelong glance. “In a totally hetero way. Don’t get any ideas.”
Thank God, Jeff’s last name was Nelson. Once we were lined up, I was spared any further interrogation. On the other hand, not having Jeff peppering me with questions, asides, and innuendos freed my mind up to obsess over mom, Maggie and my life in general.
As expected, the auditorium was too hot. Our lack of any famous alumni saved us from anything more than the valedictorian’s speech. No one remember a word of what she said by the time she sat back down.
Since my last name started with a B, I crossed the stage fairly early. Even so, I was in a heat-induced fog when I received my diploma. I waved at mom as I returned to my seat. She had taken a seat with the rest of the sweaty crowd. By the time Mack Zimmer crossed the stage and returned to his seat I was soaked and feeling lightheaded.
Jeff, of course, came bounding over as soon as the ceremony ended. His hair was damp and beneath the unzippered robe he was as sweaty as I was. I unzipped my robe and used it to fan myself. Jeff’s parents joined us, followed by mom and Nana.
“Hi, Ms. B,” Jeff said giving her a hug. He stepped back and put his hands on top of her shoulders. “Now that I’ve graduated and you are no longer in a position of authority vis-a-vi moi, would you marry me? Josh, feeble-minded as he may be, will be out of your hair soon.”
I punched him on the arm. His mom smacked him in the back of the head. His dad just stared at him, perplexed as to how this being could have any connection with his loins.
Mom chuckled.
“Sweetie, ask me when you’re making more money than me and I’ll think about it.”
“I don’t know Janice. He looks like a strapping young man,” Nana offered, shocking us all.
“You wound me, Ms. B. So crass, so materialistic. You should listen to your mother.”
“Oh, for pity sakes, put a sock in it, Jeff,” his mom snapped. She stepped between mom and I and hooked one arm in ours. “Come on, we have reservations for five at Red Lobster. My folks didn’t feel up to the trip and canceled at the last minute, so we got two open seats. They can fit a third in. Join us.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet of you, but I have to get mom back home,” my mother told her.
“Janice, I haven’t been out to eat in forever. Let me treat you and Josh.” Nana interjected.
“Well, that settles it. Meet you there.” With that Jeff’s mom released our arms, grabbed her husband’s and son’s, and set off at a respectable clip toward the exit.
“Wow,” mom chuckled. “Poor George, stuck between Karen and Jeff. He may look like his dad but he’s all Karen personality-wise.”
I caught her eye behind Nana’s back, hoping they conveyed my concern and anxiety.
Mom smiled and patted my cheek.
†
Lunch was interminable. Not even the interplay of Jeff and his mom could distract me. When it was over, mom rose and congratulated Jeff again. She told me to enjoy my afternoon and she would see me at home later.
As was traditional, most of the newly graduated seniors met up at the city park. The cops kept a close eye out for booze or dope, so it was a more sedate crowd. Groups of three and four formed, then broke apart and reformed again, sea foam atop the waves.
Maggie found me. I had seen Suze at graduation but had not had a chance to talk to her. She had disappeared after the ceremony ended. Maggie informed me her parents planned to keep her grounded until she left for school. They had even threatened to pull their help with her tuition if she could not prove to them she was not simply going to waste her time at college getting falling down drunk.
I think she was hoping I would ask her out. I was considering it but could not make up my mind before she gave a half wave and wandered away.
I played a few games of volleyball, then a few of half touch, half kill football. Being bang around proved to be the most successful way to quit worrying about what was happening to mom and me, Maggie and me, or just me.
The crowd began to thin out as supper time neared. I think we were all surprised at the sense of melancholy, of ending, that came over us as we began to drift away. It felt more than a little like Frodo saying goodbye to his friends before boarding a ship at the Gray Havens.
I remember thinking, I did not need that grief on top of the anxiety that was keeping my heart pounding and my gut queasy.
Jeff dropped me at my house. I walked into the kitchen half worried mom would not be there. Worried she had stayed with Nana. Stay away from me.
I could hear the TV in the living room. I crossed the kitchen and stepped through the archway. Mom sat on the sofa. The TV was broadcasting a golf game, which immediately told me she was not actually watching TV; she detested golf.
She was naked except for her smile.
“Good thing I didn’t invite Jeff in,” I managed to choke out.
“It would have made his day.”
“Year,” I corrected. “Decade.” I stared for a moment longer. “Are we okay?”
“Yes, baby. I told you we were. You worry too much. This whole thing is crazy and probably wrong. I want you to find someone you enjoy being with, be that Maggie, or someone you meet at the university. But in the meantime, we’ve come this far. We might as well enjoy what we can, while we can.”
With that she rose and held out her hand to me.
Hand and hand we walked back to the bedroom.
†
The top sheet and light summer blanket had been neatly folded at the foot of the bed. Mom had draped a silk scarf over the bedside lamp, turning the harsh white light into a soft red-purple glow. Atop a towel at the top of the mattress rested the dildo, lube and several condoms.
I turned to mom and she smiled.
“Go take a shower, baby. Take your time. Bring back a pan of soapy water and a washcloth when you’re finished.” With that she kissed me lightly and turned me toward the door.
I showered in a daze. My cock was already raging as I toweled off and ran a basin of water as she had requested.
Mom was lying on her side, head propped up on her arm. She was gorgeous. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her breasts, full and natural, draped over her chest. Her nipples hardened as I walked into the room. I placed the basin on the floor beside the bed and knelt beside her.
I leaned forward as she rolled onto her back. She cupped my face and pulled me into a long, slow kiss. Of all the amazing moments we were to share, that kiss stands out in my memory. It was intimate, more intimate in a way than what would come after it.
That kiss connected us. Breath to breath. Tongue to tongue. We became as close to one as two people, separated by skin by physical bodies, were capable of becoming.
I am convinced part of that kiss has remained, physically, with me to this day. Besides sharing half her genes, I am certain a molecule of water from her tongue, perhaps an atom of oxygen from her breath, has found a home somewhere in my body. It has never been transformed, never been exhaled.
It’s there. Inside me. Even now as I remember and write. I know it.
Through some alchemy of grace and desire, mom moved beneath me without breaking our kiss. I straddled her waist, cock leaking onto the soft pale skin of her belly as our mouths worshipped each other.
Time faded into irrelevance as we kissed. At some point, I found myself worshipping her breasts. There was no tugging or biting that night. Tenderness and love supplied more than enough intensity.
My mouth found her pussy. I drank from the well of her being. She orgasmed with my lips tugging at her clit and her hands pulling at my hair. As I waited for her body and mind to calm, I kissed the insides of her thighs.
I sat back on my heels and massaged her legs and feet. As she relaxed, I swear her body became lighter. It was as if she floated above the bed. I watched her breathe. I could see her left breast shiver slightly with every heartbeat. Eyes closed; she was the picture of contentment.
Lowering her leg, I put a hand beneath each of her knees and rolled her up into to a ball. I moved my hands, cupping her butt. I used my thumbs to open her. I did not hesitate. I leaned forward and planted my mouth over her bottom.
I worshipped her ass with my mouth as I had her breasts. She did not resist when I stiffened my tongue and pushed beyond her sphincter.
She moaned and the sound set my heart on fire.
Later, far from sated but ready to move on, I picked up the dildo and lubed it by putting it in her pussy. I returned to tonguing her ass as I fucked her with her purple toy. She began to shudder. Perhaps she had another orgasm. I don’t know.
I sat back and rubbed the dildo over her ass. There was less resistance this time when I inserted it. Mom sighed. I began to work the dildo in and out of her bottom. I put my thumb in her pussy and rock my hand, fucking her with my thumb and rubbing her clit with the side of my index finger.
When she began to buck, I stopped. I let her relax back onto the bed. I removed the dildo from her butt. I did not see anything dirty on it but I leaned over the side of the bed and let it slide into the basin of soapy water. It was no longer needed.
“Use a condom, baby,” mom whispered. “Easier to clean up.”
“I don’t think we need it but if you’ll feel better about this I will.” She nodded. I reached passed her and picked up one of foil squares and looked at it.
“Have you ever used a condom?” she asked.
I shook my head, a little embarrassed at the admission.
“Come up here.” I climbed over her leg and knelt by her side. I watched as she ripped open the foil packet. She showed me how to collapse the tip of the condom as she pressed it against the head of my cock and unrolled it.
“We should have trimmed your pubes, Josh. When you take this off, it’s going to pull the hair a bit.”
“It’s okay,” I replied as I leaned over to kiss her.
We kissed for a very long time before she pulled away.
“Do you want me on my knees?” she asked.
That is how I had always envisioned this unfolding but now I was not sure.
“Can we do it with you on your back? I want to see your face. I want to kiss you.”
“Of course, we can, baby. Kneel between my legs.” I did as she asked. “Slip your arms beneath my legs. You can rest some of your weight on my legs.”
Now, she laid beneath me, knees on her chest, pussy and ass exposed. Mom twisted and reached behind her. When she turned back she held the lube.
“Give me your hand.”
I held out my hand and she squirted a large dollop of lube onto my fingers.
“Lube up your cock and my ass, Josh.”
I coated my condom-clad cock with lube and then ran my slick fingers over her puckered bottom.
“Inside as well, baby.”
Two fingers slipped easily into her ass. I moved my fingers around, stretching her, readying her.
“One sec, baby,” she whispered when I removed my fingers from her bottom. Once again, she twisted and stretched. I heard water dripping. When she rolled onto her back, she held the washcloth out to me. I wiped the lube, and nothing else I could see, off my fingers. Leaning over her, I dropped the washcloth back in the basin.
Settling between her legs I looked at her, flushed and breathing a little hard, and felt like crying.
“You sure you’re okay with this, mom?”
She smiled and nodded. “I’m more than okay, baby. I’m looking forward to it. Go slow at first.”
“Of course. Tell me if I’m hurting you. We don’t have to do this.”
“I know and that makes all the difference.”
With that she pulled her legs back a bit more, offering herself to me, trusting me.
I pressed the head of my cock against her bottom. She did not tense at the contact. The smile never left her face. She nodded.
I pressed a little harder. A brief moment of resistance and then the head of my cock slipped inside her.
And with that, my world shifted once more.
I understand that statement will sound like hyperbole to most but in truth, it is not. My partner was allowing me to do something that required a higher level of trust. To be given that trust was overwhelming. She was giving me a gift but I was giving her something as well.
I was giving her back control over her body. Control my sperm donor had attempted to wrest from her. I was giving her the right to enjoy her body in whatever way she saw fit. The right to be a full partner.
I do not mean to sound as if I was, or am, some sort of super lover. It was definitely a two-way street. I was in awe of the trust she had placed in me. It was that, not an innate special quality I possessed, that resulted in my treating her with such care.
Over the years I have had casual lovers, not many but some. I would like to imagine I was as careful with them but I’m sure I was not. I do not believe I was ever cruel or a total dick but sex in the context of love is as different from casual sex as your hand is from a pussy.
I froze. I remember that clearly. The sensation of mom’s ass around my cock was utterly different than that of her pussy. It was a revelation to me. Not to be crude but I had stupidly imagined a hole would be hole. How childish.
A mouth was a hole but I was already aware of how amazingly different a blowjob was from fucking a pussy. Why I was so taken aback to find being in her butt was so amazingly different than being in her pussy is beyond me.
As lost as I was in amazement, I did manage to pay attention to what I was feeling. One difference was obvious. Her sphincter squeezed my cock tighter than her pussy and in very circumscribed way. Beyond its tightness the sphincter, her butt was not as tight as her pussy.
All true but there is no doubt a great deal of the difference between anal and regular intercourse lies in the aura of mystery and naughtiness surrounding anal sex.
“You can go deeper, baby.”
Mom’s whisper brought me back to the moment. I slowly pushed my cock into her ass. The grip her ass had on my cock thrilled me to my core.
With the front of my legs pressed against the back of hers, I rode over her, using my weight to push deeper into her.
“Josh, that’s unbelievable,” she gasped. “I had no idea.”
I leaned over, pushing even deeper into her ass, and kissed her.
“You’re amazing. Fucking amazing,” I whispered against her cheek.
She reached up and patted mine. “So, are you baby. So are you.”
Her smile morphed into a look one might imagine on the face of a succubus. Her eyes glittered. “How ’bout you fuck me now with that amazing cock, baby.”
Eyes locked with hers, I swiveled my hips back until I left the crown of my cock snag against the hard, tight ring of her ass. I paused and then in one swift motion drove back into her.
My thrust forced the air from her chest. Her heels went around my waist and dug into the small of my back. I leaned far over her. My cock was nearly vertical as it entered her body.
Her eyes never left mine. My gaze darted from her face to her pussy, where he fingers rubbed and slapped at her clit.
The novelty, the intensity, made it impossible for either of us to last for very long.
She began to buck beneath me. I put more and more of my weight on her, on my cock, fucking her with long, slow, deep strokes.
Her ass clenched around me. Her face contorted. She slapped at her clit as liquid flowed from her pussy. Her ass was so far up in the air, her wetness flowed over her lower belly.
She began to gasp and buck again. The sounds she made sent me rocketing over the edge of the abyss.
With a roar, I pushed deep and felt my cock pulsing, filling the condom.
I knew two things at that moment. The first, this was not a one and done. I had not illusion this would be our standard position for making love but I knew we would do it again. Second, no more condoms. There was something so primal about filling her body, be it ass, mouth, or pussy, with my seed that was too powerful to resist.
However, she had prepared for this, I had seen nothing, dirty or gross.
I vowed to myself all future fucking would be bareback.
When I caught my breath enough to risk moving, I slowly withdrew from her butt. I carefully pulled off the condom and tied it closed. I hopped off the bed and grabbed the washbasin.
In the bathroom, I washed the dildo, my hands and my cock. I filled the pan with first water, grabbed a clean washcloth and return to the bedroom. I gently washed her bottom.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
She laughed. “No, you did not. I may be sore in the morning.” She waved away my frown. “Josh, I told you I’ve missed walking around, feeling well and truly fucked the next day.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Oh, you liked that did you?” she teased. I nodded. “Of course, we have to plan it. I don’t think I can just, you know, do it without getting ready.”
“Sure. I don’t want to use a condom next time. There was nothing on the dildo, nothing on the condom or washcloth.”
“Can I think about that?”
I nodded.
She rolled to her side and picked up her watch. “I told Mel I wouldn’t be in until 9 o’clock tonight. That gives me thirty minutes for a nap. Want to join me?”
“Yeah, but let me go make you something to eat before you go to work.” I kissed her. “I wish you didn’t have to work there anymore. It’s too much.”
“It’s fine, honey. It’s a nice chuck of change with the added bonus of giving Mel endless amounts of shit. If I’m not up by 8 o’clock, wake me.” She rose up and kissed me. A kiss that nearly pulled me back into the bed and ruined her chance for a nap.
With a sigh, she pulled away and laid back on the bed.
“Don’t take a shower,” I told her. “Sleep an extra ten minutes.”
“Oh baby, I have to. I must reek of sex.”
I grinned. “I know. That’s the point.”
She shook her head and laughed. “What is with men and marking their territory. Even though Mel won’t know who I’ve had sex with you’re getting off on him knowing you’ve had me aren’t you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Go on. Let me sleep.”
She slept. She had a light supper before she headed to the bar.
She did not shower before she left.