Ok, so this all started about a year ago. I'd just turned 18 and was starting my last year of high school. My name's Christian; I'm about 5'6" weigh about 190 and I'm on the fatter side of slim. I have black hair and brown eyes.
My dad died when I was ten, so my mom, Anne, practically raised me. She's an inch or two shorter than me with brown hair and the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen. Being 38 and still having a body that looks like it's 25 is on the bottom of the list for why the few friends I have say she's a MILF. Her chest is a 36D and she has the tightest heart shaped ass that any pornstar would be jealous of. But aside from all this impossibility of me ever having her, she's also my teacher.
Back when my dad died, mom got really religious; she always was religious, but she dove way in that if I did anything without her permission, she'd haul me off to confession to confess every minuscule thing I did. Thankfully that stopped when, after a year of confession every 2-3 days, I snapped at her for telling me to go after having a peach as a snack one summer day. She still makes me go, but now it's every other month or so.
When I was starting high school, I was surprised she offered me a choice between the local public and catholic schools. I think she was even more shocked when I said I wanted to attend the school she taught at. She was speechless for like a minute, tears welling in her deep blue eyes, until she finally asked why. When I said so she could make sure I stayed out of trouble, the tears burst through her dam and my mumbled response about not taking the bus was lost. What I didn't say was that I'd love to check out the girls in the uniforms that forbade them from wearing pants. Hooray for catholic school girls! Not to mention that some of mom's co-workers were just as hot as she.
So nearly four years later, I'm now an english and drama nerd. (Un)Luckily, my mom only teaches the grade twelve english and the creative writing courses. I didn't get her for my 12 but I did get her for my creative writing. This was the class she always said was her favourite and had all the students she favoured above all others-even me. Thankfully this year's crowd didn't want to take the course, so there was only about 15 of us in the class which included my best friend-and secret crush-Hailey, her boyfriend Cory-who I was only friends with for Hailey-and the class asshole Chuck. Despite the huge difference in numbers, there was actually more girls than guys.
After about a month into the course is where the story really begins (Sorry for all this deposition). My mom had asked the class to write a piece that was based on one of our fantasies-nothing sexual-that involved someone in the class, herself included. Figuring that all my thoughts of beating Cory and Chuck up would not only get me in trouble at school but at home as well, and that everything I fantasied about Hailey was too sexual for the project, I settled for mom. Knowing this could easily turn sexual as well, I settled for getting some payback. I wrote I'd like to be able to tell her what to do and have her get my permission for everything she does for a month for forcing all that confession and extra church on me back after dad died.
A week or so later, I was sitting at my computer playing some solitaire and listening to music, when there was a knock at my door. Mom came in when I told her to and sat on my bed. "Can we talk, Christian?"
"Sure mom. What's up?" I was confused until I saw she was holding my fantasy piece.
"I want to talk about your assignment," she said, holding it up. "Do you really feel this way? Was I so horrible to be around?"
"What?! No, mom you weren't horrible; I just added embellishment so that my payback was justified." That was a lie, but if she knew the truth she'd just might let my fantasy come true. Thankfully, high school had taught me to be a better liar.
"I know I went a little crazy with the confessions, but was it really so over the top that I made you go for '...walking around shirtless in the middle of summer?"' She was really worried about this, like worried I was permanently scarred or something.
I got up from my desk chair and walked over to her on my bed. "Mom, I'm not scarred or anything, if that's what you're worried about. Remember that dad had just died-you were coping in your own way: by blaming me for the rain when you felt guilty for dad dying. Yes, some things were a bit questionable, like the infamous peach; but others were deserved. And you didn't catch as much as you thought as you had. That's why I stayed quiet for so long: because I understood what you were really feeling because I felt it too. I don't blame you mother; I forgave you almost immediately. But my paper was just a fantasy, never to be fulfilled." As I explained, her expression went from anxious to guilt to amusement and finally relief. I gave an internal sigh when I saw relief.
"Well, that's a relief; I am sorry about being so ridiculous, though." Glancing at my paper, she gave a curious scowl and asked the question I feared would come up. "So, mister Master," she teased with a coy smile, "what exactly would you have had me do?"
Realizing this was dangerous and uncharted territory, I decided to play the nonchalance card. "Oh, not much; the usual I guess: my homework and chores, let me have extra dessert. I might make you do something you find useless in doing so close together and make you do it continuously for days on end. I hadn't really given it much thought." I shrugged my shoulders to add, hopefully, the illusion of my not caring.
"Oh, was that it?" she asked with a smile. "How would I ever survive the tortures of letting my son boss me around into doing his homework and chores for a month? Not to mention, changing my sheets every other day? You're right in saying that this was never meant to be realized, I might just die from all the extra work," she said with heavy sarcasm. That was another great thing about mom: her ability to switch from seriousness to jokes at the drop of a hat.
After we finished laughing, mom gave me a hug and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, for being so understanding and letting everything go. I mean it when I say I'm truly sorry for acting that badly."
"Don't worry about it mom, all is well and forgiven," I reiterated, to which she just gave me another hug. I was starting to feel the effects of her body though; a tent was slowly pitching itself in my shorts. God, I hoped she wouldn't notice.
Thankfully, she got up and turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "You said you hadn't given this much thought, so why did you write about it?" Really, another impossible question; what is this, interrogate your son day?
"Cuz I didn't think you wanted to read about how I want to beat up Chuck." She didn't know about how I felt about Hailey...I think.
"You'd be surprised at how many people wrote about that sort of thing. I know everyone doesn't like Chuck but why, he seems so quiet."
"That's cuz you don't hear him in the halls; he makes advances at every girl and fondles their tits from behind. We all hate him because he's a scum bag."
"Well, why doesn't someone report him?! If-"
"Nobody wants to involve the administration; that would lead to a huge blowout on proper etiquette and nobody wants to waste time with a boring assembly when we can just punch him in the face or sack him. You're not gonna win this one, mom; we're teenagers, and we like to deal with our problems our own way. Please don't make a big deal out of this." I hoped I made my point clear.
"Fine, I won't do anything about it until I see it for myself." Phew, I could live with that.
"So, what else did people write about? Anything I'd be interested in?" The stirring of my cock had subsided without any physical contact between us, so I was able to carry on the conversion.
After hearing my question, though, mom hesitated and her eyes flashed to me for a brief second before she regained her composure. "No, nothing you'd find interesting. Just prepaid, limitless credit cards to shop with." It was nearly seamless, but I'd caught the pause.
"You're a horrible liar, mother. Come on, spit it out. I shared, now it's your turn."
"I couldn't; it's very private! Not to mention that I'd never be able to look Hailey in-" She stopped herself this time, realizing she'd given up the most important piece of information: the author's name, Hailey. With a hand covering her mouth in horror at what she'd done, she ran from the room. Stunned at what could be so private that Hailey wouldn't tell me is what had me glued to the bed where I sat.
I was even further shocked when Mom came back into my room and handed me Hailey's assignment. I took it without a second glance to mom, and read it over.
What If...?
Despite his best efforts, I know how Christian feels about me. Even without his subtle antagonism towards Cory or the way he smiles at me every morning, I'd know he loves me. And I love him too.
My fantasy is to know what being his feels like. I know this must be awkward for you Ms. Frost, but this is my biggest fantasy, and fear. For if I ever revealed this, we could be together, but I'd lose Cory. And I can't lose Cory, it'd be like losing my sight; I love him to the point of agony.
I dream about what it would be like to not have to choose and let them both love me, and having them actually like each other-not their phony camaraderie. But my nightmares are haunted by the possibility of losing either of them.
Is this form of adultery forgivable?
Please keep my secret, if not for me, than for the man we both love. If he knew how I felt, he might go insane.
I couldn't believe what I'd just read. I felt like I was falling, but knew I was stiff as wood. Maybe Hailey was right, I might've gone insane. But suddenly, everything clicked and I was whooping and jumping around my room. I was so excited that I grabbed mom's head in my hands and kissed her full on the lips, not pulling away until I was nearly out of breath.
But my elation disappeared as I saw my mother's face once I released it. She looked terrified; her usual flushed skin now pale and her beautiful blue eyes wide in horror.
My God, what had I done? I'd just kissed my mother! I rushed to get an apology out, but before I could she slapped me across the face and ran from the room, slamming her door as she went.
Once I recovered myself, I went to to her room. Before I could even knock, she screamed for me to go away. Furious with myself, I went to bed.
It wasn't until the next day, on the drive home, that she even looked at me for more than 20 seconds. I saw this as her warming up to me, so I took the plunge to explain myself. "I'm sorry, about yesterday. I didn't mean to do what I did, I wasn't thinking clearly. Hailey's project just made me so happy, I couldn't contain myself. Please forgive me, I'm really, really sorry."
She was quiet for a long moment-it seemed like forever to me. But finally she breathed a sigh, "I do forgive you. It's me that I'm upset with."
While I was relieved I was forgiven, I got curious as to why she was mad at herself. "But you did nothing wrong. I was so mad with what I did yesterday that I didn't even talk to Hailey today. She probably thinks I'm mad her, which means she won't talk to me for a week. You don't need to be upset about anything mother, I'm the one at fault."
She gave me a look that made me feel as if she pitied me, which only confused me more. "You shouldn't have done that. You should have acted like nothing had changed, now she'll know something's up, like you said. I'm upset with myself because I liked you kissing me last night. And that's something no mother should ever say to her son."
Now it was me that was shocked. We'd just pulled into our driveway, so she got a chance to stare me into a response as she got closer to crying. "Thank you... I think." Mom just nodded her head like she understood. We didn't really talk the rest of the night.
The next day I went to apologize to Hailey. I found her in the math hall at Cory's locker. She looked happy to see me coming but I could tell Cory wasn't. "Hey, can we talk?" I asked her when I got to his locker.
"Sure." Was it just me or was she nervous? Why would she be nervous? Oh right, the assignment-how did I forget that. We walked to a quieter place in the hall; no lockers equals no people. "What's up?"
"I just wanted to apologize for not talking to you yesterday. Things... got heated between me and my mom the other day and my mind was complete focused on that. I just wanted you to know that I wasn't mad at you, just distracted."
"Oh," I could see the relief in her face thinking that I still had no idea what she wrote. That was going to kill me. "Well I hope you and your mom get everything under control." She gave me a hug just as the bell rang. "I'll see you next period," she said as she went to her class-I had a spare.
The rest of the day passed without incident, well, until we got home. Mom seemed to be trying too hard to make things normal. By the time she served dinner, which was my favourite by the way, I knew she was trying to compensate. "Ok, while I appreciate the making of my favourite dinner, it makes me suspicious. Why are you trying so hard to be normal? What are you trying to cover up?"
It took her a moment to answer in which she seemed to be appraising me. "I'm not trying to cover up anything, and I'm not trying to act normal, I am acting normal."
"No you're not! You hate mac and cheese and you're eating it without so much as a sour look on your face. You're up to or hiding something from me. You're too quiet while asking dumb questions to appear normal. So I ask again, what's up?"
"I-I just wanted to let-to make sure you were ok. What I said in the car yesterday, while true, I shouldn't have said. You didn't need to know those things, that I liked you kissing me. This has turned into something bigger than it should've been. It's not like we did something terrible; you just got over excited, I get it. But it seems like every time we bring it up everything gets awkward and we stop talking. And I hate when that happens!" She looked like she was about to cry, so I got up and went to hug her. Now she did start to cry as I cooed her and told her everything was ok and that the awkwardness would fade in time. After pulling herself together, she returned my hug."I'm sorry. This isn't how we should be right now. You just found out that Hailey loves you. We should scheme for ways in which to get her to confess it to you."
"Wow wow wow! I can't act on that! I can't believe you'd even suggest such a thing!" I truly was shocked; my conservative mother was telling me I should out us both and possibly break the woman I love's heart in the process, just so she'd admit to loving me. "Ok, now I'm really concerned. Who are you and what have you done with my mother?!" That was meant to be serious but we both snickered at it.
"You're right. You can't act on that; she specifically asked me not to show you. But you should at least tell her how you feel, even if she already does know."
"Speaking of which, how long have you known? You didn't seemed surprised to find out." No, but she was surprised by something else, though.
"Forever it seems. It's not that hard to tell when you know what to look for. And you exhibited the symptoms to a tee. You're not very subtle with your feelings honey. I even think Cory knows."
"Thanks for saying something when you could have helped me! And of course Cory knows; bastard probably wouldn't tell until it became a problem or he was done torturing me with the fact that he got their first-that I was just minutes late."
"Watch your mouth!" There was my mother. "What do you mean minutes late?"
"I mean that I was minutes late in asking her out. The day I'd finally built up the courage to do it, Cory, who was on her bus, did it! I knew that she'd been pining over this guy on her bus. That day she comes running up to me with the biggest smile on her face and glowing like she'd just been named Miss Universe, and tells me the guy on her bus finally asked her out." My mother's expression was pure heart break.
"Oh, honey, I had no idea!" Tears were starting to well in her eyes again. I hated seeing her crying. She came to hug me, which I took willingly.
Continuing my tale of woe, I said, "I don't know how I didn't break down or hit something that day, but I managed to keep my cool. I felt hollow and cold and I just wanted to lock myself in my room for a week. The next day when she introduced us, I had to restrain myself from choking the life out of him; I'd never hated a person so much in my life. But I behaved for Hailey; I couldn't live with her thinking me so petty. And so for the past three years, I've watched her fall in love with him, and having to know if I'd been a day sooner she would have turned him down and she'd love only me. I've been the best friend for three years and I should be allowed into Heaven for fighting the daily temptation to choke the life out of him and trying to act like his friend." Now it was mine turn to cry. I cried for nearly ten minutes straight as my repressed pain and anger boiled through the walls I'd made over the past three years. By the time I was done, my mom's shirt was soaked at the shoulder.
Holding me tight and giving me a kiss on the forehead, my mother comforted me. "That which doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger, Christian. You're a better man for suffering this in silence while trying to hide it from those closest to you and still being friends with Hailey. She'd be the luckiest woman in the world to have you as her boyfriend. For a man to be so dedicated to the one he love's happiness and not become hostile when he feels rejected is the highest quality of man. You are truly one in a million and I've never been prouder to call you my son." She gave me a kiss on the cheek once she was done giving me the best praise of my life. If she was anyone but my mother, I'd kiss her so passionately she'd see stars.
But, seeing as she was my mother, I did what I could. "Thanks, Mom. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever to said to me. And if you weren't my mom, I would kiss you so much you'd be seeing stars in seconds."
I was surprised to see her give a smile at this comment, despite the recent fiasco. "I'd like to see that; you've never even kissed a girl before. Besides, you know I like it when you kiss me."
I could hear the wind whistling in my head as she said that. Was she really just inviting me to kiss her?! Had she done so while insulting me at the same time? I looked at her eyes, her sapphire blue eyes, and saw she was serious. So I kissed my mother.
I don't know what exactly happened next. I remember hearing her say "Starting to see stars now." And then we were in her bedroom. On her bed. Naked. It was like one of those sex scenes from a main stream movie: images fade in and out and everything goes black at the end. But before I blacked out I heard my mom say "I'm now yours forever, to do with as you please. Your fantasy will come to pass for all time, my master."
I awoke the next morning in a daze. I didn't remember the previous night until I saw my mother in the kitchen in only her panties and a dress shirt. As the images, as well as what she had said, came back, I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling over. "Oh fuck!" was all I could say.
"Christian! What have I told you about such language?!" my mother chided as she turned to look at me. She must've seen me hyperventilating because she ran to me in an instant. "Honey, are you ok? Christian?!"I must have fainted because the next thing I knew, I was lying on our living room couch. As soon as I stirred, my mother was facing me with the most worried expression I've ever seen on her face. "Christian...?"
"Mom."
"Oh, Honey, thank God. You scared me. Are you ok?" She looked more relieved than her words let on. She'd also had changed and it was dark out.
"Sorry; I'm not sure if I'm ok or not, though. What happened last night?"
At this question my mother got a look on her face that I'd never seen before; it was like a mix between happy and tortured. "Well, you told me-finally, I might add-about your little love triangle and how it kills you everyday to only be Hailey's friend."
"And then what?" I wanted her to say it, to confirm what I remembered.
"Well... well then we made love to each other," she said so quickly that I nearly missed it.
It took me a few seconds before I could even form a response in my head to this. "Ok...And, um, did you say you'd, ah, allow my fantasy to come true for forever, as well?" Did I really just ask my mom if she was to be my slave?
She just nodded her head. I was shocked; I kinda had hoped that the whole thing was just a very vivid dream and I could forget about it. There was no turning back now. "Yes," my mother's words drew me back to reality, "I did say that I was yours. But if you want to forget this whole thing, I'll understand. If you're disgusted with me and don't ever want to see me again, I'll understand as well; I just want you to know that I love you, with all my heart."
I sat up so I could look her in the eyes. Seeing as her head was down and she'd started to silently cry, I had to lift her chin. "I love you too, mom. Many emotions are running through my head right now, but disgust at you, isn't one of them. Mostly, I'm confused; can you please explain everything to me?" I padded the seat next to me so she wasn't sitting on the floor. She took it without complaint.
Once she'd settled down a bit and had stopped crying, she gave me a weak smile and asked "Where would you like me to start from?"
Sensing that last night had been building for a while, and wanting the full truth, no matter what that meant, I took the biggest leap of my life. "Start where you think this all started from. Don't spare my feelings or anything, I want the full and honest truth."
She took a deep breath and gave a small nod. "Ok. I guess this starts when I saw my parents having sex when I was your age. They thought I was asleep and were down in the kitchen. My father was telling my mom about how he'd caught me and my friend skinny dipping a few weeks previous. I didn't know he'd caught us, so I stayed hidden to see if I was in trouble. But instead, I found out my father had jerked off to the sight of us splashing in the pool which had lead to some light petting and a kiss or two. He went on and on about while he and my mother had a good sex life, it had gotten a bit routine and that a change up might be fun. That's when I saw my mother unzip his pants and ask him 'Like this, Master?' And then she took his entire hard length down her throat. For the next hour I watched as my parents had some of the hottest sex I've ever seen, as my dad ordered my mother like she was his own little slut. As I watched, I masturbated to the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, to that point.
"For the next year and a half, I searched for someone who'd open up to me as my father did to my mother, and then have his way with me like I was his own slut. It wasn't long until I found your father." She teared up a bit at the mention of my father; clearly a painful subject even after 8 years.
"It wasn't until last year that I even had sexual thoughts since your father died. Of all people, it was Hailey that brought me back to sex. She'd come to talk to me, well, about you. She confessed to me that she knew you loved her, that she had know for some time and that it was making her heart ache because she didn't want you to suffer. It was then that I guessed she loved you as you loved her.
"I suggested that she try to set you up with someone. She shock her head as if she didn't want to even consider the idea. Then she explained, what I now guess was only one reason, for why she didn't set you up: 'The only person,' she said, 'that he wants, besides me, is you.' Well, that completely floored me. I think my blank face for a minute straight scared Hailey, as she ran from my office and avoided me like the plague for the next month. But that night, I stayed awake until I heard you go to your room. I snuck out and heard you masturbate and call my name as you orgasmed. I was so glad you didn't come out as I was fingering myself to release.
"For the next week, I snuck to your room in the twisted hope that you would again call my name; you never did, it was always Hailey's name you called. As I resigned myself to the fact you wanted Hailey more than you wanted me, I felt depressed, then sickened that I wanted my own son to want to have sex with his mother." She couldn't look at me as she explained this last bit.
"After about 6 months, I thought I was over the entire thing. Then one night I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom but, I heard you jerking off again. When you came, you again called out my name. I didn't even touch myself and I was spasming in the throes of the most intense orgasm in my life. I couldn't stop cumming for nearly five minutes as waves upon waves of pleasure crashed through me." Was she reliving these experiences as she told me them? I'd never heard my mother talk like this. Then I saw her nipples poking through her shirt and I realized she was horny; all those years of sexual repression were catching up with her with a bang. Then I remembered a night about a year ago, where after I'd jacked off to thoughts of my mother, I'd heard a noise outside my room. Scared, I pretended to be asleep until I finally actually was. Was that the night Mom was talking about.
"That's when I came up with the idea for the fantasy paper. I waited for nearly ten months for the right time to assign it. I read yours last to enjoy the building anticipation as I read through them. When I read Hailey's my heart broke, as I know the pain the love the two of you have causes the other.
"And then I read the first words of your assignment: 'I dream of forcing my mother to do everything I say.' Those words sent jolts of pleasure straight down my body: from my heart, to my breasts, to my pussy, and I creamed. And then I read your paper; you know what happened then. I was so shocked that you kissed me, I nearly took you then. But I realized my fantasy wasn't complete and that by fucking you, I'd only be messing with your head. So I ran from your room.
"Then Friday you laid yourself out for me to see and I knew it was now or never. So I took you, my son, to my bed and made love to you; at the end of which I said I was all yours, to use in anyway you choose. And here we are."
I'd be telling the biggest lie ever told if I said that wasn't all that bad. First, my mother had confessed to being a complete sub and ok with girl on girl. Then, she'd hidden the fact that Hailey was in love with me for over a year. Thirdly, and maybe this was the most shocking, but she'd been lusting after me for the last year. "Ok," I said when I'd collected my thoughts. "So... You said Friday we had sex, what day is it?" That wasn't what I wanted to say but, it was nagging at me and easier to ask.
"Well, you've been unconscious since yesterday at about 11:30; it's 4:45 Sunday morning, now." Ok, I'd been out for less than 24 hours. Wasn't so bad, considering. "Is that all your concerned with: what time it is?" my mother asked with a kidding smile on her lips.
"Oh, no. I got tons more! Why didn't you tell me about Hailey? About yourself?" Those were really my only questions until I remembered last, well Friday, night. "Did I live up to your expectations? Was I good?" I asked meekly.
She just laughed! Ok, it was a giggle, but it still hurt. She stopped when she saw how hurt I was. "Christian, do you think I would say you could have me any way you wished if it wasn't good? You said that a few seconds after you started kissed me I'd be seeing stars. It took only five, and the night only got better. While you didn't treat me like some random whore like I would've wanted, you were more loving and compassionate than I've ever experienced, even with your father. Plus being your size, doesn't hurt."
"Really?! How big would you say I was? I've never measured to tell the truth."
This time I wasn't offended by the giggle. "I'd say you're about 8 or 9". And yes, you were one of the best lovers I've ever had." This was an easier conversation than I thought it be.
Then I realized she'd never answered my real questions. "You didn't answer all my questions."
"You're right; you sidetracked me, though." Another fit of giggles. "I didn't want to tell you about Hailey because I knew it would eat you up and you might ruin what you have with her if you found out. As for me; I don't know why I didn't tell you. Maybe I was afraid you would tell someone or that I'd lose you altogether. I think I'd go crazy if I lost you."
"How are you not losing it now? You've been a dedicated catholic forever, how are you so calm with this?" The only reason I was freaking out was because she'd raised me to be just like her: an uptight conservative.
"I've had time to adjust. The day after I first heard you I went to confession and explained everything; well about hearing you and what I did. Father Hank was very understanding and told me that my sexual repression was probably to blame; I was still young and that, while it was a bit disturbing that hearing you had caused everything, for me to just stop being sexually active was bound to have a built-up dam effect. Everything would overflow at some point. He encouraged me to not let myself go so that I wouldn't commit a worse sin in the future.
"But, now that I have... there's no turning back. Jesus said for us to love each other as He loved us. He loved us unconditionally, as I love you; I've only found a new way to express that love." To show what she meant, she leaned in and kissed my lips tentatively. When she realized I wouldn't back away, the kiss became more passionate.
I had to break away before I got too carried away, which I was beginning to think wouldn't bother my mother-or me for that matter-but I had more questions come to my head as more information was processed. "I have more questions," I said to my mom, who looked a little uncertain at my backing away. She just nodded, realizing that I needed to get everything cleared out before we could move forward. "Are there any limitations, with regards to what I can and can't make you do?"
I expected to her get a little upset or laugh but she just smirked. "And which head would like to know the answer to that question?" She caught me there, that one was for my dick.
"Both," I responded.
After having another fit of giggles at my response and the fact that she'd caught me, she answered, "For the time being, I'd like to keep this between us, so nothing can happen at school. But besides keeping this a secret, you have free reign." I thought she was done but then she seemed to think of a new condition, "Oh, I know that I want to be treated like your whore, but please don't hurt me; inexpiable bruises and such don't go over well. But I don't think you'll have a problem with that."
She was right, I'd never hurt her. "So I can do anything, so long as this stays between us?"
"Anything at all. I'm open to anything, really; your father was very adventurous. So, anything you can think of is game."
"Even other women?" She'd already admitted to kissing and petting her friend when she was younger, so there should be no problem with this.
"It took your father nearly two years to ask that. I can see that being your pet will be much fun indeed. Yes, other women are ok, but I get a vote in who we take."
I knew she'd say that. "Children?"
I saw her shook at the question, before she hid it behind a more pensive look. It took her a while to answer; I could see she was searching for the right words. "Why would you want your mother to have your kids?"
"Because I love you and you're a beautiful woman who is the nearest thing to perfect I've ever met."
She just leaned in and kissed me again. I could feel the amount of love she was trying to put into the kiss and knew that what I felt was only a fraction of what she was feeling. "So, would you have my children, mother?" I asked when I pulled away for a breath.
Keeping her head rested against mine, her lips millimeters away from mine, she answered, "With comments like that, my heart screams yes." Was she really consenting to this ultimate taboo? "But my head still says no. I loved being pregnant with you and have wanted to experience it again ever since. For now, I'll say no; but that doesn't mean no forever. I don't have much time left, with regards to children, so it will have to be soon. Are you sure that is what you want?"
"Besides being an incredible turn on, as the thought of you growing with my child is, I'd love to be a father. And I can only think of one person who I'd want more than you to be my baby mama." I didn't have to say Hailey's name for mom to know who I was talking about.
"What about Hailey, Christian? I know you still love her and all, but what are you going to do about her, with all this going on?" She was suddenly sober, almost somber, as she brought up the woman I loved.
"I don't know. What do you think I should do?"
"First, despite the world knowing already, you tell her how you feel. After that, I don't know, I guess it depends on how she responds and what she says to you afterwards. You'll have to play it by instinct. But you cannot mention that you've read her assignment, that'll get us both in trouble. Go and see her today and tell her all you told me Friday. Then it's her choice and you've done all you could."
By now it was nearly 6 o'clock and I was getting hungry. I nodded my consent to what she had suggested. "As I haven't eaten since Friday, what's for breakfast?"
Sensing that the conversation was over, mom just smiled. "What would you like? I'm actually hungry myself." She pulled us both off the couch and led the way to the kitchen. Leaving me at the table, she went to search the cupboards and fridge. "Let's see... we got some Honey Nut Cheerios and Fruit Loops, some bread if you want toast, some milk and juice and a couple of eggs. What do you wanna have?"
"I'll just have a bowl of Fruit Loops, please." She set about immediately to get my cereal, as the good little slave she was. Which reminded me, "What ever happened between you and your friend; the one from your story?"
Mom froze for a bit then turned to bring me my cereal. "You mean did we ever fuck?" She didn't wait for my answer, and so continued as I started into my cereal. "Well, the next day I called her and told her what happened. She got real hot and started to finger her horny little pussy right in front of me. So, naturally, being the good friend I am, I started to pull her skirt down and lick her pussy for her. She screamed like you would never believe; I don't know how my parents didn't come in and join us. It was nearly three hours before she let me out of her legs and breathe. Then she went down on me. Despite us only being high school seniors, I sensed she'd done that before, as she was very good." I had stopped eating once my mother said her friend started masturbating, so I wasn't surprised when she told me to stop drooling over the cereal and just eat it already. "Vikki, from that day forward, always wore the most revealing clothes around my father. Teasing him to no end, no doubt." Wow, was this the Vikki that mom worked with, my grade eleven biology teacher?
"Wait! Vikki as in Mrs. Fairchild?" I nearly spit out the mouthful I had to ask that question. Mrs. Fairchild was one of my mom's best friends and one of the hottest teachers at school!
Mom just nodded. "This was way before she met Mark. I don't want you starting to make comments around her; she above all others must not know about us. She's a convert and more forceful about Catholic beliefs than anyone I know." I already knew this; Mrs. Fairchild was the strictest teacher in the school.
I was finished my cereal now so I took it over to the dishwasher and put it in. Looking at the clock, I saw it was twenty after six. I wanted to catch Hailey before she left for the gym, so that meant I'd have to leave in like ten minutes. "Get dressed, you're shopping while I talk with Hailey. And I wanna catch her before her workout."
"And what exactly would I be shopping for? Groceries?" she asked with a sexy voice and flirtatious wink.
"No, not quite. You're gonna go get yourself some sexy lingerie; thongs, teddies, frilly half bras and the like. Get stuff you like, I want you to be comfortable with the things you wear."
She just smirked. "Yes, being your pet is going to be fun, indeed. Any particular piece or colour you want?"
"I'll let you decide." At my response she just bounced up to me, giving me a peck on the cheek and dashed to her room to get ready. I also went to my room to change. I wanted to look my best for telling Hailey how I feel.
It took nearly an hour for us to get to Hailey's. I was so nervous and sweating like I'd never before had. Thankfully, I was wearing a dark shirt, so hopefully she wouldn't notice.
I walked up to the door, after sending mom on her shopping trip, and knocked. Hailey answered the door in her PJs and once she saw me she got a puzzled look on her face. "What are you doin' here?" she asked pleasantly. "It's a little early, don't you think?"
"I've been up since like 4, so no, it ain't early. And I need to tell you something. Can we go somewhere private, though?" Was it just me or did it get really hot all of a sudden?
"My folks just left for church, come on up to my room," she said opening the door for me and leading the way up to her room. "So... what's up? It must be important if you got up at 4 to come and talk to me about it." Did she look worried, or was that just my imagination
"Before I start, you have to promise to let me get everything out." She nodded her head that she would, so I continued. "While I know that you love Cory and he makes you happy," I started and her face paled as she guessed at what I was doing, "I think you need to know everything. While I've kept this to myself, it's been brought to my attention that I haven't stopped anyone from knowing. I know you know already but I need to say it; I love you, Hailey."
She was crying and shaking her head now as I tore away the illusion that had surrounded our relationship for the past three years. I went over to her and hugged her to me as she cried. "I know, I've always known. And I'm sorry; I know how you've tried to hide it, but how could I not know?" Her voice was shaking a bit, so she tried to take a calming breathe. And then she took three more. "Christian, I'm sorry, I've been a terrible friend; coming to you with every Cory problem, all that PDA in front of you. Knowing how you felt, I-I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't fair to you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Hailey, I love you. The only person I love more is my mother. I want you to be happy. But I have more to tell you, and it's the worst part." This only renewed her tears and hysterics. "This burden, and the pain that comes with it, is only mine to bare; you aren't responsible, so stop crying and let me get it out." She gave a cry out at this and started to shake in my arms. I brought her over to her bed, sat us down, and rocked her back and forth until she was calm again. After ten minutes of rocking, I was able to tell her how I was just minutes late. "The day that Cory asked you out, do you remember it?" Her head was rested against my shoulder and she nodded that she remembered. I could feel her tears soaking my shoulder. "Well, for that entire month I'd been building up the courage to ask you out. And on the day I finally felt brave enough to do the hardest thing in my life, you came bouncing up to me, glowing like a Christmas tree. And then you told me Cory had finally asked you out." She sobbed audibly in what sounded like horror at hearing this. "That just broke my heart, Hailey, hearing you say he'd finally asked you out.""Stop! Just stop, I can't take it anymore!" Hailey cried out in desperation as she pushed herself away from me. "I-I can't hear these things Christian. My heart breaks hearing these things. You are my best friend, and I love you. And for the past three years, I've hated myself for making you suffer and watching you come back everyday as if nothing bothered you. I once went to your mother and told her that I knew you loved me; she suggested that I set you up with someone to try and make you forget about me. But I couldn't do that, it would mean I would lose you to another woman. And that would kill me, losing you. I know it's selfish, to have you alone while I flaunt my boyfriend in your face day in and day out. I love you and it kills me watching you suffer with a smile, just for my benefit." She wouldn't meet my eyes as she confessed everything I already knew, but could never tell.
So I acted as if I didn't know. My disbelief at her confessing helped me majorly here. "You love me? Like I love you?"
Now she looked me in the eye. Hers were puffy and red, but her voice was steady and... relieved? when she answered me. "Yes, Christian, I love you as you love me. I've loved you for nearly as long as I've known you. I love you more than anything that has ever crossed my sight. You are the love of my life, and I'm sorry that I've made you suffer as my love grew for Cory."
Before I could restrain myself, I pulled her to me and kissed her. All my years of wanting this burst and my lips fell into autopilot. Surprisingly, it took me a full minute to realize she was kissing me back! I redoubled my efforts as I realized this and heard her moan as our buried passion overtook us.
Just as I felt her start to tug my shirt up, there was a knock on her door. She pulled away to catch her breathe before answering. "Who is it?" she asked in a shaky and hesitant voice.
Taking this as a come in, her mom walked in. "Just wanted to-oh, hello Christian. When did you get here?" She was giving me a look I'd never seen her give me before: disapproving. Then I realized my hands were at the hem of Hailey's shirt and hers were at mine, and we were nearly sitting on top of each other.
I dropped my hands and shrugged away from Hailey as subtly as I could while I answered. "I've been here for about half an hour, Mrs. Fields. How was church?"
"Fine," she said in a measured tone. I clearly wasn't subtle enough. "How long will you be staying for?"
"I don't know. My mom's out shopping, so whenever she's done, I guess. We didn't really have a set time though." Was I being interrogated like a new boyfriend?
"What's with the attitude, mom?" Apparently I wasn't the only one that thought so. "It's just Christian."
"I wasn't giving him attitude!" Hailey's mom exclaimed, but her flushed cheeks gave her away. "I'll give you two some privacy."
"Thank you." With that we were alone. An awkward silence fell over us as we tried to recover our previous emotion.
When the silence became too much for me to bear, I asked the question that killed the mood completely. "What about Cory, Hailey? You can't have us both. Not like this. I'll understand if you choose him, he is your boyfriend; and I'm just your best friend. I'll stay just your friend, if that's what you choose. But, as much as I hate him-and I do hate him-and as much as I love the idea, you can't cheat on him; it's not fair to any of us."
"Cory and I broke up."
"What?!" Again, wind blowing in my head.
"He broke up with me yesterday. We... we were having sex and in a moment of pleasure, I threw away our relationship."
Ok, I'd figured that the two of them had been having sex for awhile now, so that wasn't so surprising. "What could you have done to make him break up with you, during sex of all things?" was what was the surprise.
She mumbled something while looking at her hands in her lap. When I asked her what she said, she still wouldn't look at me, but did answer. "I called your name." That completely blew me away. "I think I've done it before, but never like yesterday. Before we started dating, I'd think of you all the time when... I was, you know..."
I thought I was dead or having The Best dream. There was no way my life was this good. The events of today cannot have been happening as I was perceiving them; it was too good a day to be real. "You screamed my name when you came?" Why did I just say that? That was the worst thing I could've said!
"Yes, I called your name yesterday when I came," she said with a smirk. Sweet! "So I have no choice to make; we can finally be together, as we always wanted."
We were kissing again. This time though, I wasted no time in getting her shirt over her head. As she was in her PJs still, she wasn't wearing a bra. Which meant I was treated to the beautiful sight of her perky CC cup breasts with medium sized rosy areolas and erect nipples. She then nearly ripped my shirt off and then dove to my pants.
Once my pants were off, her mouth was on my stiffening cock. My God, her lips were as hot as Hell but felt oh so Heavenly against my shaft. She moaned when I reached full mast and sank her throat around me as her hands pulled down her pants. Her pussy lips were already wet and puffed out, just waiting to be licked. She had shaved her pubic hair into a thin triangle. She looked so delicious, I just wanted to eat her up.
Either she could read my mind, I said it out loud or she needed her pussy licked, but she swiveled herself around so her cunt was in my face-without letting an inch of my cock go. Before I went to work, I inhaled her scent and became intoxicated. My hands grabbed her tight ass and pulled her down on to me and my tongue went into blitzkrieg mode. I tried to focus myself, but she squirmed too much for it to be effective.
Our moaning onto each others' sexes increased our mutual pleasure and brought us to new heights. I was nearly on the verge of cumming when she pulled her mouth off me and wailed as a flood of her juices covered my face.
Once she was done cumming, she brought herself so she was sitting on my hips. "Ok, no more teasing. I need you, NOW!" And she plunged herself down on me. Since I didn't really remember being with my mom, this was all new to me. Hailey's pussy was tight around my cock and I could feel her muscles flex as she adjusted to my size. "Oh, God. You're so big! You're stretching me." And then she started to bounce.
I had to concentrate really hard on not blowing my load for the first few minutes as all my senses were being blown as Hailey rode my cock. I could still taste her pussy juices on my face and the fragrances coming from her sent my mind into a state of animalistic fury. I reached up and pulled her to me, kissing her fiercely as I rolled us over.
Now that I was on top, my hands went to her breasts and kneaded them as I pounded into her. Her moans picked up in volume and amount as soon as I took one of her breasts into my mouth and bit the nipple. "Oh, yes! Bite me, Fuck me, Fuck me HARD!" Hailey yelled as her pussy contracted around my length. "I'm Cummmminnnng!"
Once I heard and felt her orgasm, I let myself release with a guttural cry. As I came, I thrust myself as deep as I could go one last time and filled her up with my spunk. I think this caused her to have a third orgasm as she cried out again incoherrantly and her pussy squeezed me until I was drained.
I fell to the bed beside her, gasping for enough air as I recovered from the hardest workout of my life. If I were to die right then, I'd go willingly; my life goals had been lived.
We laid there panting for probably twenty minutes. When she'd caught her breath, Hailey turned to face me with a blissful, yet shocked look on her face. "My God, That was incredible! Whatever it was. I've never cum so much. There is no way that was you're first time! You couldn't have lasted that long without cumming, I was using every trick I know!" The disbelief in her voice was only rivaled by the awe that was there.
Still trying to catch my breath, I turned my head to face her. "I don't know how I did that, or what that even was. It was like some animal awoke inside me and took over. But I'm glad you liked it," I said with a smirk. "And it was my first time." I added a sorta in my head. That was a conversation for another time.
The look on Hailey's face as I confessed to her being my first, was priceless. "I'm glad I'm the only one to experience that; no woman would ever give that up."
"I just hope I could do it again. That was incredible for me too. I just can't believe that we actually had sex, and I clearly surpassed your expectations. Hell, I surpassed my own."
"You did more than surpass my expectation," she said as she leaned in and gave me a kiss. "You destroyed all fantasies of great sex and have probably ruined me to all other forms of love making." She gave me another kiss, this one lasting longer.
As the kiss continued, she climbed back on top of me. Her hands went down to my cock and started stroking. As I tried to find space between our lips to talk, I pulled away. "Hailey, wait. I can't. Round one wore me out, probably for a few hours. Plus, if we go again, I don't think your parents are gonna ignore it and your dad will most likely try to shoot me. And I don't want to mare this perfect day with your father pulling his shotgun on me. And I think my mom should be nearly done shopping, if she isn't already."
"You're leaving?" she asked with a hurt look on her face. "But I thought we could spend the day together.
"Let's get dressed and go have something to eat. We can feel your parents out and discuss you coming to sleep over at my place. I'll also call my mom and see where she is and how long she'll be." As I said this, I got off the bed to get dressed. After hearing my plan, Hailey cheered up and started to get dressed. "No, put your PJs back on!" I cried as she was pulling stuff out of her dresser. "While I'm sure your parents are aware we just had sex, we should at least make it look like were still in our same clothes." She nodded at my explanation and picked up her PJs and put them on.
She lightly teased her hair to make it look normal and then stared at my face. "Um, you have, ah, cum on your face. You should probably wash that off," she said awkwardly. I just nodded my agreement and went to the bathroom across the hall to wash my face.
I took my phone with me and used the opportunity to call my mom. She picked up after the first ring. "Yes, master?" she asked in a purr.
"Where are you?"
"I'm shopping, just like you asked. I got a few things I hope you'll like. How are things at your end? Is she ok?"
"They're better than we could have hoped for; I'll tell you everything when I have more time. But how much longer do you think you'll be?"
"Oh, what happened? I-" The rest of what my mom said was drowned out by Hailey telling me she was going down stairs.
"Ok," I yelled back through the door. "How much longer are you gonna be, mom?"
"I can be back at Hailey's in half an hour, if you need me there right now. Or I can be all day, it all depends on what you want."
"Ok, I want you here in no more than an hour and a half. And I want the stuff your buying hidden from sight; Hailey might be coming home with us." I hung up as I knew she would want every detail and I didn't have the time for that.
As I came downstairs, the first person I met was Hailey's father. Up until today, I'd always gotten along with him. But after what I'm sure he heard, I wasn't exactly sure how he would react to my presence, as he was like what I thought mom was. "Good morning Mr. Fields. How are you today?" I greeted with a tentative smile.
The look he gave me made me sorry I'd asked. But I guess our years of friendliness and the fact that I was a guest, however unwanted, made him not kill me, yet. "I'm fine Christian. I was surprised to hear you were here so early." I could only guess he was wishing looks could kill with the way he was glaring at me.
"Well, as I told Hailey, I've been up since like four. And I wanted to catch her before her morning workout. Speaking of Hailey, is she in the kitchen?"
I think he knew I was trying to avoid him for the time being, as he just nodded that she was. As I fled to the kitchen, I could feel his eyes bore into the back of my skull. I entered the kitchen hoping to be free of the die bastard die! looks.
But I think my luck for the day was up, as in the kitchen, waiting like someone with knowledge of the future, was Hailey's mom. The way she was staring at me made no mistake in letting anyone know she wanted to kill me. "Hi...," I said awkwardly as I took a seat across from Hailey. While Hailey smiled at my return to her, her mother gave a 'hmph' as she watched my every move. "So, I called my mom; she should be here in about an hour and a half," I informed Hailey.
Hailey nodded her understanding and I tried to silently nudge her into asking her mom if she could spend the day with me. After 30 seconds of silent debate, Hailey took the plunge. "Mom, if it's ok with Ms. Frost, could I sleep over at Christian's and then I'd come home on the bus tomorrow?" We'd done this a bunch of times before, but that was before we'd had very loud and very animalistic sex with her parents within earshot. This was the moment in which Hailey's parents would no longer treat me like a welcomed friend. I would now be the man their daughter was dating, the man she would one day marry.
"If it's ok with Anne, sure. But I want to talk to her beforehand. It's been so long since we talked; I'm sure we have much to catch up on." This response was a minute in coming; most likely due to Mrs. Fields' weighing of how she could not allow this and not be the bad guy. Great, mom was gonna hear about today from Hailey's mom; I was bound to end up in the doghouse for this.
"Thanks mom, you're the best!" Hailey praised her mother. She got up and announced she was going to change. "Feel free to get a drink, Christian, if you want one," she said before leaving.
As soon as she was gone, her mother flew to where she sat and held me in place with her glare. Great, now I was in for it. "Just who do you think you are, young man? Hailey has a boyfriend: Cory! While I realize that, yes, you love her and would die before hurting her, you have no right to bring her into sin! And to do so with her father and myself in the house-and knowing so-is begging for death! We let you finish only out of courtesy and not to scar our daughter by throwing her best friend out of our house naked. Make no mistake, Christian, your mother will hear of this before you leave!" This was all spat at me in a menacing whisper and as she finished she gave me a glare that the Devil would run from.
"Mrs. Fields, I didn't bring your daughter into sin, Cory did. The same Cory that broke up with her yesterday after he found out that she loves me as much as I love her. And I know you'll tell my mother, as any good mother would do. But I already kinda told her. I came here to tell Hailey, finally, how I feel about her, not knowing how she felt about me or that she and Cory had broken up. As my mother was the one to convince me to come, she knows that things went better than anything we had planned on happening; when I told her that I hung up and I think she guessed what happened. As for us doing it while knowing you were in the house, I am sorry about you hearing that; I didn't know things would get so loud, I was a little surprised actually. I understand completely where your coming from and I'll understand if I'm no longer welcome, I just want you to make sure that you ask Hailey's thoughts on everything. We love each other and we will find ways to be together if it comes down to that; but I'd rather it didn't."
I think my boldness at rebuking her arguments startled her into silence as she didn't say anything until Hailey returned. "Oh, honey, I stole your seat, I'll-"
"It's ok mom, I'll just sit beside Christian." And she took a seat beside me before her mother could object. Under the table she took my hand and gave it a squeeze.
I felt this was another form of wordless communication, so I looked over at her. Her eyes were wet as she mouthed a thank you and I love you to me. I mouthed one back. But getting back to the world, I really needed that drink. "So, what do you guys have to drink around here?" I asked.
"What do you want?" Hailey asked as she got up to go look in the fridge. "We got juice, milk and water. We have pop as well, but as it's only 9 a.m., I think that's off limits; even if you've been up for a while." The smile she gave me was so loving and yet teasing, it took all my restraint to not get up and kiss her.
"I'll just have some milk." Hailey set about getting my drink and then came and sat beside me. I took this opportunity to take in Hailey's wardrobe. She was wearing my favourite of her tops: a brown t-shirt with a ruffed neckline; it was classy and yet didn't hide any of the amount of cleavage she had. For pants, she was wearing a tight fitting pair of dark blue jeans. Combined with her wavy brown hair and piercing grey eyes, she was a vision to behold.
"You done checking me out, Christian?" she teased once she noticed I hadn't stopped looking at her and was completely ignoring the glass of milk she'd just got for me.
"Sorry, I just love that top on you. You're so beautiful, I can't help myself."
She gave me a brief kiss at that remark. "How did you stay single for so long with a smooth tongue like that?"
I just shrugged my shoulders and took a sip of my drink, nearly downing it in one gulp. "My heart belonged to you, so I didn't go out and search for surrogates. I trusted that Cory would screw up and I'd get my opportunity. I'll never let you go, Hailey."
Suddenly the wind was knocked out of me as Hailey jumped me into a hug. Pulling her face back to look at me, I saw tears were brimming in her eyes. "I love you," she said. I didn't get the opportunity to reply as her mouth captured mine in a deep kiss that lasted until the doorbell rang.
It couldn't have been mom; it'd been less than 20 minutes since we talked and she said she'd need a half hour to get here. So who was it that was interrupting my kiss?!
Hailey's mom went to the door and called Hailey and told her it was for her. Confused, Hailey got up and let me breathe, and with me towing behind her, went to see who was at the door at 9 o'clock.
When I saw that it was Cory at the door, I gave an internal sigh and thought that this was just great.
"Hailey, list-" he stopped when he saw me. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, all friendly pretense gone.
I racked my brain for a witty retort, but was beaten to the punch. "He's busy being the man you couldn't be." I was surprised to see Mrs. Fields say this. All of us stared at the usually mild mannered woman, as her comment rocked everyone. Apparently my revelation about Cory had turned her to Team Christian.
Cory was the first to recover. "What does she mean by that?" he spat at Hailey.
"Hey!" I said, drawing his attention back to me. "No one gets to talk to Hailey like that, not even her father! And what Katrina means is that you've been replaced by a better lover: me." It was the first time that I'd called Hailey's mom by her first name, it felt awkward in my mouth.
Cory flared as he heard my comments, his face becoming crimson. "You son-of-a-bitch! I'll kill you!" he yelled as he lunged at me. Hailey stepped between us, trying to contain Cory, but wasn't making good headway. "Bastard! I've put up with your sick obsession with her since the day I met you!" Unable to contain his hatred for me any longer, he pushed Hailey to the floor, grabbed me by my shirt and slammed me into the wall with such force that I broke through the drywall. Then his hands were on my throat choking me."Cory! Stop it, you'll kill him!" Hailey cried from the floor. Her mother was frozen in place at her side, unable to stop the violence unleashed in her doorway.
Cory ignored her as he just looked in my eyes. "She's mine, asshole! I got there first! I'm the one who wooed her! I'm the one she said 'I love you' to every night!"
Since he started choking me, I'd been trying to make his hands let go, but it was no use; he was stronger than me. "But she called my name last night," I choked out. This made his hands let up a bit so I could talk. "Even when she was with you, she thought of me; she's thought of me for as long as she's known me. I was there for a full year before you. I'm the one Hailey loves-" His hands constricted my throat again so I couldn't add the 'not you' part of my last taunt.
"Die, Christian, die!" he snarled as his hands squeezed the last bit of my reserved air out. My vision was starting to become fuzzy and I couldn't even try to claw his hands away, I was too weak.
Suddenly there was a crash like breaking wood and Cory fell limp to the floor. Standing behind him was Hailey holding two legs of the broken entryway table that she'd apparently just broke over Croy's head. I fell to the floor, trying to catch my breathe. Hailey was at my side in an instant; her mother just behind her with a phone in her hand. "Are you ok?" they asked at the same time, with identical worried expressions.
"What the hell is going on here?" Hailey's father bellowed as he appeared at the end of the hallway.
"Dan! Cory tried to kill Christian and Hailey knocked him out. I've called the police," Mrs. Fields explained.
"What?! How did that happen?"
"I antagonized the situation," Mrs. Fields confessed. "I didn't know it would escalate like it did," she rushed before her husband could explode.
"Don't blame her, Mr. Fields, I was gonna do the same thing. She just beat me to the punch. Thank you for your comments, by the way." I really was grateful for them. "And I'm fine by the way," I said, realizing I hadn't answered their question from earlier. Hailey let out a breathe of relief, clearly waiting for my response.
"I'm sorry-" was all I could understand as she fell into my chest and started crying. I realized that she needed to cry before I could tell her it wasn't her fault; that had been building for the past three years.
It was only a minute before she stopped crying and I could explain to her. "Hailey, this wasn't your fault. You don-" I started but then the cops and paramedics arrived. And not two seconds behind them was my mother.
"Christian?! Christian?!" she screamed all the way from the driveway to the house, pushing past the police and paramedics to get to the front door first. When she saw me lying on the floor through the open doorway, she rushed to my side. "Christian!"
"I'm fine mom," I said, but couldn't help the cough that was still stuck in my throat. This only made my mother more hysterical.
"What happened?" she asked Hailey, the only person in her vision as she couldn't take her eyes off her baby boy.
"Cory attacked him. I tried to stop him, but he's too strong for me to contain."
"I'm fine, really mom. Just a little short of breathe, is all. Jackass broke the wall with my back." I was hoping my swearing would calm my mother a bit.
It seemed to be working until Cory started to stir. She screamed and threw herself in front of me before he could continue his assault. Hailey was in front of mom.
I think he would've attacked us if he didn't hear the sirens or see the police. Instead he tried to run, but just then the police were in the doorway. "Fuck," I heard him mutter under his breathe.
"What's the problem here? We got a call referring to a fight that resulted in attempted murder," one officer asked. We all pointed to Cory, who hung his head, realizing he was screwed beyond belief.
The officer that hadn't asked what happened pulled out a pair of handcuffs and was about to arrest him when I stood up. "Wait! Don't arrest him, I'm not pressing charges." Everyone, including the police and now present paramedics, looked at me like I was crazy. "What happened just now has been brewing since we met," I explained. "To be honest, if I was in his place, I'd do the same thing. His emotions overrode his senses and no matter how much I hate him, I don't want to see him throw his life away over something that was bound to happen." Now I turned to Cory, "You won the battle, I would be dead if Hailey hadn't have hit you. But I've just won the war." He made to attack me again, but the officer stopped him. Now I spoke to everyone whose names I knew, "I would request that you all not press charges for his attacking me. If you wish to have some compensation, I'm ok with saying he broke the wall and table." Hailey and my mother had tears in there eyes as I showed the depths of my compassion and empathy for my enemy; Mr. and Mrs. Fields just looked at me with awe and incredulity. Cory looked at me like he just wanted to bash my skull to sawdust and the 911 responders looked at me, still, like I was crazy.
"You're sure, no charges?" the one officer asked me.
"I can only speak for me and my mother, we will not lay charges."
"Christian...? Are you sure?" Hailey asked. I just nodded my head. "Then we will not lay charges, either. For the assault, at least."
I wondered if the cops found it odd that the children were setting the limits for the parents, or since this was clearly a lovers' quarrel, that they thought it only logical that we made the rules. The looks on their faces told me nothing of what they were thinking, except they thought I was crazy.
"Well someone has to pay for the damage to my property!" Mr. Fields exclaimed. "Since the parties involved have said I can have that, I'd like to press charges for property damage. That table was my grandmother's, that she specifically left to me in her will."
The officers both nodded and while one pulled Cory from the house, the other appraised the damage. I stepped away from the wall so I could see how big the hole was for myself, and was surprised to see that it was about the size of half my body. No wonder my back was so sore. "I'd say there's about $1000 worth of damage here. Is there anything else we can do for you folks today?" I'm sure he was dying to arrest Cory, but I knew they couldn't without us pressing charges. I also knew that his damage estimate was WAY over the top; it probably was only half that, and that he was compensating for the personal value of the table and the fact that we weren't pressing charges willingly.
"I'd like a moment with Cory, before you take him home, please. Then I'd like to have the paramedics take a look at me, to make sure I'm really ok." Hailey and mom looked at me, worried I'd pass out or something. "It's just a precaution," I told them. The officer then led me out to Cory; Mom and Hailey right behind me.
Cory was already in the car, and was very reluctant to come out once told to. "Come to gloat, some more?" he asked after finally exiting the car.
"No, Cory, I didn't come to gloat," I said as I punched his face. The cops restrained him from retaliating, which I was grateful for. "That Cory is for, everyday, rubbing it in my face that Hailey was with you instead of me, for calling my mother a bitch, for treating Hailey as something you could just throw away when you got bored or annoyed with her, when she is the greatest person anyone here will ever know, and for trying to kill me. Rot in Hell, asshole." I turned my back on him as my mother and Hailey hauled me off to the ambulance and the waiting paramedics.
"Why didn't you let us charge him?" my mother asked as the medics went to work making sure I didn't have a concussion or any broken bones.
"Because, what I did was worse. He now owes me every good thing that comes his way, and he knows that. By not charging him for assault or attempted murder-by not ruining his life-I will forever be in his mind, torturing him with the fact that everything he has, I could have denied. I haven't shown mercy here, I've convicted him to a worse prison than any other: knowledge," I said with a malicious smile. A smile that seemed to be mirrored on my lovers' faces when they understood my actions.
When the paramedics finished with me, I had no major problems, just some bruising and stiffness to come. Hailey's parents let her come over for the night, 'to help take care of me.'
While she was packing her overnight bag, I laid down in the car. "So," my mother started, "before the fight, what happened?"
I could tell that since she'd calmed down, this had been back on my mother's mind. "We had the most animalistic sex you could imagine. I'll explain when we have more alone time," I said as I knew Hailey would be rushing to be back by my side.
No sooner had I finished talking, then she appeared. Hailey got in the back seat with me and let me rest my head in her lap. It was only 10:30 but I was wiped beyond belief. I fell asleep to Hailey petting my head and the sounds of the car returning home.
I awoke hearing mom and Hailey talking. It took me a few minutes to figure they were talking about me, or more specifically my and Hailey's new relationship status. I faked sleep so as they wouldn't start to dote over me and stop talking.
"...he told me how he felt, I told him that I'd always known. Then he told me how he was only a day late asking me out. That broke my heart, hearing the agony in his voice when he said he was heart-broken that he couldn't even ask me after building up all that courage. I told him I loved him; I'd always loved him. And then he was kissing me like you wouldn't believe." Had Hailey really just said that to my mother, the supposed uptight conservative? "Then, in walks my mom. That was awkward, she was interrogating him even though I was silently motioning for her to leave. When she finally left it was a little awkward. I just wanted his lips against mine again. Then he brought up Cory and I explained that he broke up with me yesterday for..." Did she not realize who she was talking to: my MOTHER! Maybe I should've 'woken up.' "Suddenly we were kissing again. I couldn't contain myself, as soon as he took my top off, there was no going back. I used everything that I'd learned over the years with Cory, and still he didn't cum. He rocked me like nothing I could have ever imagined; he says he was taken over by some animal that fueled him to satisfy me to no end until he came." Really Hailey, why did you just tell my mom about our first time? I know I was going to do the same, but why are you? Finally she realized who it was she was talking to. "Oh, My God! Did I really just say all that to you, Ms. Frost?"
"Yes," mom said, shocked herself, "yes you did. But there's no need for you to feel embarrassed. I know what it's like..." was that pause necessary? "sometimes you just have to tell someone. I just want you to know that I'm always here if you need me. Christian loves you more than anything in the world; take care of him and be honest with him, and you'll be the luckiest girl on the planet."
"He said we would always find a way to be together." So, she had heard that. "But I don't want us to have to try to be together. I love him beyond belief and want us to be natural. I know I'm the luckiest girl on the planet, and I know I want you to help me keep that status."
"I will, dear." The car suddenly stopped and mom opened the door. I guess we were home.
"Wake up, stud," Hailey whispered in my ear. Then she kissed me gently. "You can't be that tired; I have plans for today that aren't finished."
Well that certainly got my attention. My eyes flew open and she smiled down at me. "What sort of plans did you have in mind?" I asked as I sat up. In response she gave me a wicked smile before pulling me into a kiss. After thirty seconds of kissing paradise, there was a impatient knock on the window.
My mother was wagging a finger at us as she said, "I'd rather not have my car smelling of sex, thank you. You can wait the five minutes it takes to walk inside, can't you?" Where was my conservative mother? Weren't we suppose to act like nothing had changed?
As Hailey stepped out and apologized, I gave her a glare to show my annoyance. "Take that glare off your face, honey; you shouldn't glare at a woman. Besides, I'm only teasing you, you're not gonna be having sex in my house." There was the mother I knew.
"Sorry, again, Ms. Frost. But you know, if you let us stay in the car, we wouldn't be in your house." Mom gave Hailey a look that would have made any other woman balk at that comment. But knowing my mother as Hailey did, she just mumbled another apology before giving my cock a squeeze. Fortunately that went unnoticed by mom.
Once we were inside, the two of them motioned me to the couch. As I knew struggling would only make things worse, I went without complaint. Besides, my back was really starting to hurt.
"Can I get you guys anything to drink?" mom asked us.
"I'm good, thanks," Hailey said.
"Can I get some water; my throat's a little dry," I said. Realizing to late that I shouldn't have explained, I continued, "And a Tylenol, for my back."
"Are you sure you're ok, honey?" mom asked while she went to get my meds and drink.
"An hour ago I got my back slammed through drywall and then was nearly choked to death, mom. The paramedics said I'd be stiff and sore for the next few days; so don't be surprised if I'm popping Tylenol like Tic-Tacs over the next week." This was laced with sarcasm so that, hopefully, the two of them would understand that while I was ok, I was still going to be sore.
I think they got the message as Hailey nodded with a giggle and mom said I didn't have to be so dramatic about it. She returned from the kitchen with a glass of water and the entire container of Tylenol. "Here you go, sweetie; so you can take them whenever you feel you need to," she explained, handing me the glass and bottle. I nodded my thanks and appreciation.
"So, did you get everything you were looking for shopping, Ms. Frost?" Hailey asked. Why is everyone asking and saying the most awkward things today? "Where are your bags; I didn't see you bring anything in?"
I looked at my mother, willing her to lie, while trying to appear normal to Hailey, as if I was also wondering what she'd bought. "Oh, I left them in the car; I'll get them later. It's just some new clothes," she explained with faked nonchalance.
"Oh, ok." Hailey caught the 'faked' part as well. She gave mom a calculating look, as if she was judging what the effort to put some form of meh attitude into her response was for. It took her a second, but I think she came to a conclusion. "Come on, Christian, let's go upstairs," Hailey suddenly said, taking my hand and nearly hulling me off the couch.
"Ok...?" I said as I was dragged off to my room.
"Keep that door open, mister. And clothes stay completely on!" mom called as we went to my room.
Once up in my room, we sat on my bed. Then Hailey was kissing me. While I was glad for this turn of events, I was a little confused why we needed to come upstairs to make out.
Before I could ask, though, Hailey pulled away. "Sorry, I really needed to kiss you; I've got four years to make up for."
"You don't need to make up for anything; we have our whole lives to kiss each other, as well as other things. But we could've made out downstairs, baby, why'd we have to come up here and make my mother think we were gonna have sex?"
"Baby? I like that. And I wanted to ask you who your mom's dating?"
"How do you figure she's seeing someone?" We were getting a little too close to topics that weren't suppose to be discussed until later.
"No woman says 'just some clothes.' And when they do, they're usually something slutty. She probably didn't say anything because you were there; women don't discuss their slutty underwear in front of men, or competition."
"That's great; I really needed to know that," I said sarcastically. "But I don't think she's dating anyone. Maybe she's looking for someone."
"Maybe we should set her up with someone."
"No! I'm not gonna put my mom's profile on some dating site just for some asshole to dine and dash her."
"Wow, relax! I was just kidding. But I think she's already found someone; she seemed to glow like someone in love when we were driving home."