Part 1 - Number 11 Shrub Street
"Hi Westley!" The neighbor from down the road called from the sidewalk, catching me reminiscing about the brick house I'd grown up in, some fun memories and some not. At first sight a sigh had escaped me at being home again. On the heels of that the deeper, more worrisome question; was I moving forward or backward? Even temporarily there was a fear in my head that everyone would think I was the loser living at home again. "Westley, yoo hoo?"
"Oh hey, sorry Mr. Figg, how are you? Hey Tibbles." He gruffed at the sound of his name, the German Shepherd Tibbles, not the old man.
"Back home for a minute I hear."
"Yeah, for a minute. Second week of the new year I'll be gone again." Smiling, once more reminded that Defluer was a small town, this random neighbor basically already knew my schedule. My first reminder had been when I'd stopped to get gas, the attendant was a girl I'd gone to high school with, after the initial hellos and how have you beens, she'd whispered all the juiciest gossip to me between helping other customers. A forty-minute stream of it, with some of the customers filling in extra information when my former classmate was too excited or not quiet enough and the customer overheard. Unbothered by it I made small talk. "It's nice to be home. Are you doing good?"
"Old and gassy but that hasn't really changed." Smirking at his own joke.
"Stop eating all that cabbage."
"It should stop being so delicious and I would." I used to help him pick the stuff he grew in his backyard, mom getting a homemade canned jar of the stuff for my troubles. I had actually sort of liked it but only in the last year before I'd moved away. The bushy eyebrowed old man got tugged a few feet by his dog, who was bored of the conversation. "Tell your mom I said hi. Don't forget to carve some time for her, she misses you. She was so excited to hear you'd be home for two months."
"Alright, I will Mr. Figg." Smiling at the old man who smiled back, before shuffling on his way down the road, all of six feet before Tibbles stopped to smell something.
Turning back to the brick house I returned to my thoughts, my worries. I was twenty-five. It had been almost eight years since I'd moved away for University, it felt like a lifetime. I wasn't moving back, not officially, just temporary. After the holidays I would be returning to Cedar Rapids, a fellow alumni had gotten me in where he works, but I had to wait until after the holidays. Mostly because the company didn't want to fire the guy who had 'my job' during them. Just to complicate matters more my roommates, who had started dating each other two weeks after I'd moved in, broke up. Neither of them wanted to stay in the apartment because of "all the memories" so they split the fee to get out of the lease early. Both of them offered me a room at their new places, but the HR lady at the big hardware store I'd been working at since I started University said that I couldn't cash in my vacation and sick time just for a payout, not once I put in my two weeks. She had liked me, I won't say she had a crush on me because that sounded arrogant but she was always saying I reminded her of her celebrity crush. It was probably that crush that got her to suggest I put all my time in for the entire run of holidays. After which she had said for the price of a couple drinks she'd backdate my two weeks so I would only have to come in to pick her up to hit the bar for my "Bon Voyage" party.
That was better than just working and cashing everything out, in my book. Add to that my roommates felt bad about "breaking up the family" so they refused to take my share of the rent for the last month. The only bill I was going home with was my car and phone payment. With vacation checks still hitting my bank account I was actually pretty flush with cash. Mom wouldn't dream of letting me pay rent, would be hurt if she didn't supply most of my meals. Which made it more of a vacation than most people got paying for everything and getting "away". It would be a nice month and a half, a long vacation before my career really started.
And yes, Mr. Figg was right, I would have to keep in mind to spend time with mom. Although a lot of my friends were clamoring to see me once they'd heard I was back for an extended period. More than a couple of them were girls, I wasn't exactly a one-night stand sort of guy, but I thought it would be nice to know how into me they were. It made my stomach squirrelly thinking about being gossipped about all across Defluer, about how I messed around with X and Y before leaving them both for Cedar Rapids. I'd keep it in my pants, but also get a nice ego boost if the ladies made it obvious they were not meeting me as "just friends".
Shaking my head clear of those worries I grabbed my computer bag, the other two pieces of baggage could wait for later. Gordon had let me use the basement storage unit that came with his place, so if I decided to stay with him or get my own place (I was really thinking about that with the amount of pay I'd be getting at the new job.) then I wouldn't be dragging my furniture and TV all the way to Defluer and then back to wherever I ended up in Cedar Rapids. Right now I just wanted to get in and visit with mom. It had been since Christmas last year that I'd been home. I had only realized that on the drive here. After having that sad thought I also figured out that I hadn't talked to mom but four times since then, two of those calls were under three minutes.
I felt like shit.
I was a bad son.
Worse was knowing she didn't even have my sister, who had gotten knocked up and married a year out of high school while I was away at University. Her and her new shotgun wedding husband had moved away a few months after their kid was born, to chase some "really great" jobs that couldn't have been so great considering they were always claiming money troubles. I didn't have much but ever since her graduation I had been putting my sister's (and now her husband's) name on Christmas and Birthday presents I (we) gave to mom.
Mom, who was all alone in the house. With only four tiny calls from me all year.
Deciding then, as I walked up, that at least for a week I would limit myself to just mom. Just me and her, unless she was at work. Work and Sunday night, as one of my horny (I thought) classmates was blowing up my social media insisting I hang with her.
Lost in thought when I got to the door I almost knocked! I had been here so little that my first instinct was to knock! Shaking my head I stepped inside, the door was unlocked, it was Defluer but it was also Shrub Street. Which was a cul-de-sac dead-end road that had about ten nosey neighbors who would be calling the cops if they saw anything near suspicious. Hell the only reason I hadn't gotten the cops called on me was because mom had told enough people that all twelve houses along the road probably knew who I was when I drove in. New car or not.
It was quiet inside. Which was actually nice, the place with the boys in Cedar Rapids hadn't ever been quiet. Between Gordon and Malcolm, me, and neighbors to four sides of the apartment there was always noise. That's if you discounted the general constant background noise of the city. Here I wandered into what seemed like complete silence. Peace, where nothing really had changed, not since WELL before I had moved away. That was as nice as the quiet.
"What the..?" Not to anybody but myself really, recognizing the shape of my old Playstation jutting out from a beat-up old box that was also familiar. With a big smile on my face I put my computer bag on the dining room table as I hurried over to the kitchen island counter where the old box was. Inside was also my favorite games, ones that I just hadn't been able to get rid of when I'd upgraded the last time and packed all these into the back of my closet. "Oh frick no!"
Delighted as well as embarrassed as I opened the Crown Royal bag to see what was inside. I dumped out the bag on the marble countertop next to the box to look at it all. Shame and delight running through me in turns as I sorted through the items that were no doubt trash to anybody else. To me they were all mortifying memories of my first year of high school when I'd gone through my Goth phase. Two "voodoo" dolls of teachers from my Freshman year of high school, those were more funny than embarrassing. Black eyeliner and lipstick, which I had worn, was all embarrassing and only now a little funny to think about now. A bunch of random keepsakes like a ticket for a punk band concert with a purple lipstick kiss mark on it, I couldn't name a single song that the band sang but I hadn't gone because I was a fan.
It ended with the ring. I thought my age, my maturity, would change the appeal of it. But no, it still looked a thousand years old. Made of deer antler (or so I had been told) and carved intricately with holly leaves and berries bursting from the prongs of the things it was carved from, antlers. The little berries and leaves had the barest hint of color, red and green. It was a beautiful thing. And just freaking cool, the only reason I had put it in this bag was because it was a gift from my first girlfriend. (Who had 'turned' me goth.) Put far out of sight because she had dumped me. It was out of nowhere but I suppose those kinds of things always are. Made worse because she was dating some other boy the next day. I had ripped the ring from my thumb (yeah I know!) and was now surprised I hadn't thrown all this in the trash. Probably some hope that she would come crawling back when the other boy was done using her.
"Still fits," I said as I put it on, that wasn't exactly right because now it fit on my ring finger not on my thumb, but still! Holding it up, part of me wondering if I could pull it off, wearing the ring out and about. Wondering if either of the boys would mock me for it or if they would give me nods of approval. It was half off when I remembered it, as soon as I did I couldn't help myself. Shoving it back down before holding it up and out, chanting. "Horn and holly, fortitude and fervor, I am bound, I am bound. Horn and holly, power and passion, I am bound, I am bound. Horn and holly..." For a second I floundered on the ending but I had repeated it every time I had taken it off and put the thing back on. For just shy of a year, (I had been instructed to do say it to make the 'magic' work.) so no it was still there in my brain. I went on once it stirred up from the dark cobwebs of my memory, "Energy and elation, I am bound, I am bound." Shaking my head at what a fucking tool I'd been, I had literally recited that after EVERY shower, loud enough that my sister and dad would mock me about it. Rightfully so I thought now, "Ah shit!"
It hurt!
I must have not seen some burr or shard of old horn jutting out, because it felt like I'd gotten a sliver. A grunt locking up my chest as suddenly there not just one but dozens of slivers! Sharp, almost hot seeming, needles stabbing DEEP into my finger. To the fucking bone! Somehow I stopped myself from pulling the ring off as my instincts said to. Because if there were dozens of burs I'd rip the flesh along my entire finger. The pain abated, quicker than it had come on, but it seemed like a numbness spread out after. I only got one calming breath in before a wave of... Vibration? Electricity? Nerves dying? Something. Something weird caused me to curse several more times because it spread all through my body.
My first day back and I was going to have to go to the hospital to get an old ring cut off me, plus who knew what kind of fucking shots to stop whatever diseases were in something like this.
Staring at it, after those waves of sensation, I expected blood or swelling or something to start. There was nothing though, not really. Maybe a weird swimming at the edges of my vision. A soft buzzing in my ears. My finger looked absolutely normal. I blinked my eyes several times, shook my head, the ring looked... Brighter. For sure the green of the leaves was dark like pine needles and the red of the berries was artificially so, now like firetrucks. The antlers, the carvings of them, were a chestnut brown now too. Hoping that the lack of blood was good news, maybe stupidly kidding myself, I carefully tried to pull it off. It didn't budge.
"What the hell?" It didn't hurt when I gingerly pulled on it, it didn't cause any blood to start. It just didn't move. Not at all. Not from its spot on my ring finger, not up or down. But it did turn! I thought for sure there would be blood then, when I accidentally twisted it. But nope, no pain, nothing but the friction of smooth material. "What the hell?" A bit louder, as I twisted it more, not accidentally. It spun freely, different dark green leaves, bright red berries, and brown antlers coming around the edge of my finger, before disappearing over the other, only to return again. Still no blood. No pain. All that and it still didn't budge when I tried full-on to take it off. Weirdest thing was that I could pull it away from the skin, push it so it was against my finger, see light between ring and flesh. All along the underside, right side, left side, and top of my finger. There was space between, so it wasn't 'attached' anywhere at all, there didn't seem to be any shards or splitters, it was all smooth. "Oh what the hell?"
"Westley is that you?" Mom called.
"Yeah, it is mom." With no blood or damage my heart slowed, my real worry left, I pulled on it as I turned it, hoping I could twist it to the right angle to get it off, even though it didn't actually feel like it was stuck on anything. It wasn't pressing against my knuckle, it didn't even get close! "Where are you?"
"In the basement. I was getting some of your stuff from storage, I thought you might want it since you were going to be staying here a while."
"Oh, yeah, thanks." I went to the top of the stairs, mom stood at the bottom with a wine glass in her hand.
"No problem, even if you don't want it you don't have to throw it out. Plenty of room down here still." She wanted to keep it, my lovely mother didn't want to throw it away because she needed the keepsakes, because my sister and I had pretty much abandoned her. The gut rot of being a bad child stealing away most of the concern over the ring, although I absently kept trying to work it off. "I just thought... If you wanted anything, or just wanted to look through it." There was a sway to her, a dazedness as she stared up at me, my suspicion more or less confirmed by her leaning against the wall. She had been drinking that much. "Ooh, baby. I... I think I shouldn't have had so much of that wine of yours. But it tastes so good and... Reminded me of... something..." She gave a shiver, a lick of her lips, a tiny smile. "Something nice when I smelled it that I couldn't help but have a little sip. Mmm, it was so good..." She giggled, wiggling her mostly empty wine glass before draining it. Already forgetting her earlier worry over drinking too much. Down it went with a loud (Lewd) groan of appreciation, even from the top of the stairs I could see her eyes roll back. "Yeah, it's so good that a sip maybe turned into like two glasses. What wine was it? There was no label. I'd love some more."
"Wine? What wine? I didn't have any wine." Sure she had it wrong.
"In the box." I shook my head, she motioned back behind me. "The box, the box."
That box was all from Freshman year, thrown into the back of my closet, moved to the basement when my sister had taken the larger room after I went to University. Either way I had not been a wine drinker until Malcolm and Gordon got me to be one, even still it was when they bought the good stuff that I enjoyed it. On my own it was always an X and Y. X being whatever hard alcohol was around paired with Y, whatever caffeinated soda I could get. Only after the wines did I start appreciating a good whiskey, but still wasn't a snob about it as most of the time it went into a soda. I certainly hadn't been a wine drinker back then.
"On the counter, still most of a bottle left. Half... Some... Part of a bottle left." She didn't know, motioning with her wine glass to her right, so I turned around and looked to my left.
"Oh no." There on the counter by the refrigerator was a nightmare. I knew it HAD to have been switched out, but... It was switched! It was alcohol in there, that's why I had always saved it, as a 'Break open in case of emergency!' sort of thing. But I had a friend from high school who worked at the local grocery store and so we never lacked alcohol. Which meant there was never any emergency, I had never broken into that bottle. Except WAS that why? Did I KNOW it had been switched? I still felt sick to my stomach. "Mom? Why would you drink that? Why would you open it?"
"Westley! Little Leelee should not talk to mommy like that! I... I figured if it was bad I'd empty it out, so it didn't break and spill in the box and ruin everything. But it didn't smell bad." Her blonde ponytail flinging from side to side as she shook her head vehemently. "It smelled GOOD! Internet said it was probably still good, and it was more than just good. It's DELICIOUS!" Putting her glass to her lips she got maybe one last drop. "I want more. Please!"
"Okay." It was switched! It was switched! It was switched! It. Was. Switched!
"I need your help down here anyway. There are a few more boxes that need carrying up, for your sister when she comes back home. That's the day before Thanksgiving, so don't make any plans, she'll want to see you."
"Yeah okay."
"Bring the bottle."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" Giggling as she disappeared, mumbling to herself. "It's delicious but it just doesn't hit the spot, it really only makes the spot bigger, but it's SO GOOD!"
I went to the bottle, horrified as I slowly reached out to it, picking it up. My entire soul screaming not to, I realized now the real reason why I had never taken myself up on this emergency bottle. Because in my head it would always be... It would always be my ex-girlfriend looking into my eyes as she pricked my finger letting a few drops of blood go into the bottle. After which the goth girl would put a bandaid on it, give it a kiss, then reward me to ensure I didn't balk the next day when she did it again. Well, she had gone goth for a reason, to get attention, which I gave her with plenty to spare. So she was always happy to mess around but it helped soothe over getting bled every day for an entire month.
All because Jessica thought herself a witch, she had supposedly carved the ring (that was now stuck on my finger) after breaking the antler from a deer that was mating. Which was totally unbelievable, she was the least outdoorsy person I knew. I couldn't imagine her finding a deer, much less sneaking up on it and tiny as she was, breaking an antler off. I didn't believe a lot of what she said, I figured she had found it in a resale shop or something. Knowing I was avoiding the bottle thing I tried to exactly remember everything she said about the ring, it supposedly would give me great stamina and regenerative abilities. Like the wearer would be able to fuck for as long their lover wanted and always be packing a full sack. That was my youthful (probably mostly forgotten) translation of what she had said. I couldn't say the first part of that was true, inexperienced I hadn't done a good job at all, it had been more fun for me than her.
There had been other spells, other things. We had messed around in the woods under a noonday sun, a full moon, and a night with no moon. She'd had reasons. All that had mattered to me was that I was getting some. Nothing magic had ever happened. Not until this wine bottle, but I knew (thought I knew) that that was sleight of hand, not Harry Potter magic. She had switched it. Had to have! It had been dark and cloudy when she had first brought it over, maybe three inches of stuff at the bottom of the light green glass. There had even been a few sticks and leaves chunking around in it. Then came the "fillings". After the first week she had made sure I would do it on my own, which stupidly I did. Some days I'd tell myself to not bother, only to wake up in the night all guilty and do it. Silver needle cleansed by flame, blood drops right into the bottle without touching anything else.
"You have to sleep with it under your pillow every night! And bring it with you when you stay over at anybody's house." She had said, her pale face shining bright. Looking paler thanks to all the dark items she adorned herself with. Not to mention having her hair dyed black, and the dark make-up. It was her purple lipstick that was on that ticket, the one time she wore 'color' it was dark purple. "Then we'll drop in this bag of powder." I remember she had talked about what was in the bag, but I hadn't really paid any attention at all. "After we seal it up, maybe as little as a month but up to three, it will turn clear and we'll know it's ready."
I hadn't ever believed her. I just went along with it because I was horny 24/7 and she was happy to be with me, everything she did was better than what I could do by myself. The love potion was pushing it though. I spent weeks thinking of excuses why we wouldn't drink them because she had a bottle of her own that she was filling with her own blood. A potion for me that I would drink while she drank mine so we'd be in love with each other forever. Only we never got there.
"I want to drink them on the full moon before Halloween when magic is at the most potent!" She had said, that was four months after we'd 'made' the potions. The month in the making (Full moon to full moon, of course.) and three months waiting for it to be ready. I'd checked on it every day after we added the powder and capped it, the liquid (if you could call it that) just a couple of inches below the cork. After two weeks I got pretty bored of checking, even if it was just right under my pillow. But it had only been a couple of days, mom had said she was changing all the bedding, so I had taken the bottle out and replaced it after mom made the bed, when I put it in it had still been that gross thickness, chunks and twigs floating in it. When I pulled it out, it had gone absolute crystal clear. It seemed like the same bottle, but she must have snuck in and switched it out. Must have! After all she knew we didn't lock our doors. She had swapped it with a duplicate, because she wasn't crazy enough to drink whatever junk it had started with at the bottom, whatever stuff was in the powder, and for sure my months-old blood. She had offered a couple places to drink it, before Halloween. "Either out behind that old farmhouse or in the Meadow of Our First Lovemaking."
She had been so excited, emailing me a picture of her bottle the week before to show it had turned clear too. I had been so relieved when she said she wanted to wait. My brain refusing to let go of how it started, dirt and junk and... months old... It had been such a relief to put drinking that off until Halloween. I kept telling myself to search up other "important" times of the year to try and convince her to move it to, once the chosen date of drinking got close.
Only we had never made it to that fearful deadline. She had gone out to the "Meadow of Our First Lovemaking" with Jacob McMasters, the second 'hottest guy in school'. (No, I wasn't the first or the third, fourth... I was a husky nerdy kid. Not coming into my own until later in high school. I would have been glad to be in the top twenty-five, and our school wasn't that big.) Besides the booze swapped out love potion (It had to be switched!) and whatever Jessica had offered him I had no idea why Jacob would agree to go with her out there, Jessica wasn't ugly but I had heard him make fun of her. And, as far as I knew, he wasn't the type of jerk to go out there with her just to mock me with it later. I don't think he hated me that much, he probably didn't even know my name. However she had done it, she had totally convinced him, they were "In Love!" She had told me that much as she dumped me with him waiting fifty feet away. They were together the rest of high school, for all I knew they still were together.
My brain kicked through all of that maybe ten times over. All with the mantra of, "It was switched! It was switched!" No way anything could go from that cloudy to this clear. Nervously I lifted it to my nose, it didn't smell like anything to me. Maybe a hint of something that stung my nose, like that soda with all the carbonation, something but nothing I could say was good, mostly there was nothing. It could have been water. I stuffed the cork halfway on again, shaking my head. No way I could go downstairs and watch my mom drink the stuff, even from a twin of the bottle that was forever linked with how Jessica and I had made it. I shoved it into the box, out of sight if she came upstairs. It was a panic move, probably should have run out back and thrown it into the woods, but out of sight was good enough. For now.
"Leelee!" Mom cried when I got down the stairs, without the bottle, calling me by the nickname that nobody had used in years. Probably remembered because of all the nostalgia going through the boxes had brought up. "You forgot the bottle."
"Don't take this the wrong way but..." Mom gave me a mom look. I diverted tactics to something I should have thought of while I was upstairs. "You drank it all."
"A whole bottle? No wonder I feel so funny." Giggling she was using the support beam to lean against now, it was too thick to be a stripper pole but that's what came to mind as the pretty slender woman clung to it. Something in her pose, in the... Hungry easy she looked at me. I pushed that sick thought away as she motioned me over. "Well, let's have a hug."
"I missed you mom." A lump rising in my throat that not only had it been so long but that her loneliness might have driven her to be an alcoholic.
She pushed off the beam to fully embrace me in the hug. Nuzzling her face in so that my shirt moved out of the way and her nose was right against my flesh. I knew that her purr of happiness was innocent, but it hinted at the sexual enough that I couldn't ignore it. Images stirring up of my pretty mom stripping for me, more. The purr seemed a noise she would make while collapsing after a good fuck and a great orgasm. My breath caught as she shifted, putting her nose and lips against my flesh.
My body tingled at the contact, letting me know it had been a while. The roommate break-up had led to me crashing on the couches of a few different friends. Not wanting to be an inconvenience by being in anyone's bathroom too long, certainly not weird enough to jerk off on somebody's couch while they slept, I was sitting on weeks of circumstance forced celibacy. I didn't have a girlfriend either. (I wasn't going to find a decent one without a place of my own, not to mention I was about to leave for almost two months.) I said I wasn't the love 'em and leave 'em type, I wasn't. So yeah. I blamed all that for the tingling sensation mom's hot breath sent through me. The swollen pain in my testicles came from me going too long without sex and or without manual release. WAY too long.
"That wine smelled just like you! I couldn't put my finger on it then but... Yeah." And she very loudly inhaled, dropping from her toe tips. She was shorter than me, something I always forgot until we hugged. I blinked, unable to see what changed in her expression right away. Her fingers stroked my chest, found a button, popped it, found a button, popped it. Inhaled, nodded, popped another button. "Exactly, exactly like you!" Now there was no sign of her having drunk anything, her eyes were clear and sharp. "Like you Leelee."
"Mom, uh, okay mom." Reaching up to take her elbows, mostly because the act of her taking my shirt off was making that dark side of me rise up. Well other parts of me were rising up because the dark side spun out imaginings of where this was going when it was purely innocent. I might have said drunken maybe, but she didn't look drunken anymore. "Mom!"
"You smell exactly like it. Exactly what I wanted for so long! I want it!" Shaking free of my grip before quickly undoing a couple more buttons, when I reached for her again she thrashed away. When that didn't stop me she just yanked my shirt open, the last few of the buttons went zinging away. My third best shirt! (It wasn't over the top but it was sharp, stylish. Or had been before adding ruined to the list.) Her soft hands went across my stomach, chest, up over my shoulders, pushing the cloth away. It was no longer the smell she was talking about as she was half a step away, it was what she saw and touched that made her say. "YES! LEELEE! YES, THIS IS IT! You... are it."
"Mom! What are..." Starting to back away but she grabbed the shirt keeping me close.
"Shh!" I shushed.
Mom had gray eyes, gray eyes, and a minxy sort of cast to her face. Like she'd just heard a dirty joke or was waiting for you to fall for a prank. I always thought it was cute, could see why dad had fallen for her. But I think it made most guys leery, made them think she was up to something. She didn't look old, not really, but nobody would be shocked to hear she was in her forties. Not brain-numbing hot but attractive enough that there was no denying I should have been as tempted as I was by the sexy way she shushed me, the tip of a finger on my bottom lip. Or at my gulp at seeing her looking up at me with desire in those gray eyes, words catching hard in my throat as she leaned in to inhale of me again. This time close enough that her bottom lip pulled down from rubbing against my bare chest.
"Just let mommy have this, okay?" Her breath felt so hot against my skin as she spoke. "I... I never knew how much I needed my baby boy until today." Taking a deep inhale of me again, before very unquestionably kissing my chest. It was brief but loud. She watched me a second before doing it again, then running her mouth to the left, where she did it to my nipple. Nothing but pure arousing electricity jolted through me at the sight of that, the feel! "I have thought about it, mommy and her son. Always felt bad afterward. That I was a bad mommy. A naughty mommy but Leelee you're so handsome! Not like my side or your dad's. So fit and handsome. It drives me wild!"
"Mom, I think you've had too much..."
"I'm not drunk Leelee!" I opened my mouth but she pressed that finger to my lips again. "I've been drinking for longer than you've been alive. I know when I'm drunk and when I'm sober."
"Okay, but..." Completely ignoring me she reached down, feeling the undeniably (mostly) hard member that I'd been struggling against.
"What's this?"
"Jesus mom I..." I tried to back away again, only to get pushed. The old couch that was upstairs ages ago was down here, that's where I landed. Sure, mom had purposefully grabbed me there but I was the type of guy who was all apology and shame when it came to inappropriate boners. Those apologies stuck in my throat. Mom had one hand rubbing at her small breast through the simple powder blue top, the other was rubbing at the front of her khakis. Her nipples were hard, prominent enough to really be obvious, my breath and brain were gone. "Mom?"
"Ever since you graduated, since you turned eighteen! I always imagined you coming to me. Drunk. Or just really really horny." The hand downstairs going away, I thought she was going to stop, nope! Inside the front of her pants it went, doing a wiggle that said she put it inside her panties too. Mom purred, as she started rubbing at herself, I could see her hand moving inside the cloth. "I'm not the prettiest mommy, I don't have big titties to entice you with, but I hoped... I hoped one day you would need it so bad. So BAD and there I would be. I wouldn't be able to stop you. You'd bend me over, pull my clothes off, fuck me so good!" For sure those fingers went up inside herself as she said it, my cock tenting my pants now. I was full-on hard. For my mom! Blushing but unable to stop her admission she went on. "It wouldn't be my fault. Sure I'd have orgasms as my own handsome beautiful son fucked me, but the only thing to do would be to just let it happen. Maybe in the morning you'd remember, feel bad. Maybe not." She rubbed her clit and tugged at her nipple, eyes flitting shut momentarily at the pleasure. At the fantasy. "You would remember when you were drunk though, know that mommy's pussy was tight and wet and you'd have me again. Again and again. Neither of us would tell anybody. We would just both come and come and come from each other." The hand came out, it was drenched. "But you never did! You bad boy! Now look, I'm the one forcing myself on you."
And she pulled her blouse off. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, not exactly, it was something like one. It was a little thing that I'd only ever seen women at gyms and jogging wearing. Like a swim top or gym top, only this one was silky and sexy, instead of being stamped with some athletic brand. It came off as easily as the blouse. Then there was my mom walking towards me topless. There wasn't much to them, but all I could think about at seeing them was sucking on them. The pink hard fat nipples would be heaven to taste.
"Mom?" She danced around in a circle trying to get her pants off as quickly as possible, giving me a moment to think. I tried to shake the lusting feelings away, slapped my tented pants trying to punish my dick for betraying me. As she pulled her pants down, bending over and showing off her butt in pink panties. "Mom I don't think..."
"We can both pretend it never happened. Tomorrow!" It wasn't the epitome of sexiness, her getting out of her khakis. She threw them at me, at first I thought she was angry but it was a distraction. By the time I pulled them away she was standing in front of me, naked. "But today we're gonna fulfill all my dirty, dark, soncest fantasies. I'm gonna have the dick you should have given me years ago!"
"Shit." I groaned because I had zero will to go anywhere, to stop anything. My balls were aching more than ever and she looked so good. SO GOOD!
She was my mom, there was no denying that, no pretending she was one of my exes or some chick from University, not a co-worker, or random MILF. She was my pretty but not insanely pretty mom. Who had gotten divorced and only had five dates since. Five uneventful ones or the gossipy town of Defluer would have gotten to me if anything more than the generic dinner and a movie shit had happened. Yet she was spectacularly shaved. Her mound was pink and lovely, just a hint of labia coming out of it, all wet and making me want to suck and taste it as much as her nipples did. She was slender, not much in the hips or legs but I wanted her. I ACHED for her more than I ever could remember. I had never wanted, needed, a woman more.
"You like it? I didn't think... I could barely admit why but I started shaving again last week, now I know why. I wanted to be sexy for you." Striking a pose with both hands flanking her bald muff, like Marilyn Monroe trying to push her skirt down. Only there was no skirt.
The ache and... Well, it was too fucking late! it would be awkward as hell whether I put a stop to this or not. So... It was me who started undoing my pants.
"Westley! Oh my god yes!" She giggled in total delight, sounding like a teenager again as she dragged my pants off as soon as they were undone. All excitement and no skill she struggled with it. Which meant I got my ruined shirt off well before my pants and underwear went away. "Oh, Westley! Oh Westley that's a big dick! You did not get that from your dad!" Whimpery aroused noises as I couldn't stop myself from massaging my length, stroking the fat eight incher that had done me really well with the girlfriends I'd had in University. Standing there trembling with arousal, looking sexy enough that I wondered why I hadn't come onto her like she had said. Mom looked so damn good and I'd been eighteen for eight fucking years! She mumbled, bargained, "Okay. Your sister is here on Wednesday. I'll just fuck that young giant dick until then." My brain was screaming no, but I nodded. Stopped myself from hissing not to bother, just letting mom take my socks off, that done she stood and stared at me. Trembling and weak, "Mommy is so close right now Leelee."
"Mom! Let me taste you!"
"Yeah?" But she didn't wait for an answer, she jumped onto the couch, something she would have yelled at us for even on this old battered basement-dwelling furniture. That stupid thought got shoved back like she did my head, before planting her hot pussy right onto my lips. "OH YES Leelee!"
My hands shot up and grabbed her ass. The idea that I was holding my mom's butt (And it was fucking incredible!) ravaged through my brain, heart, and soul the same second that I realized my tongue was dragging through her. Sweet delicious liquids rushed down my throat. She had a fat clit like her nipples, I confirmed that with my hands quickly skimming up her slender body to cup my mother's titties. To tug on them, all three of them, at the same time. Clit in my mouth and a nip for both my hands, the trio driving her wild.
"Baby, baby, baby! Westley! That's what mommy needs! Her handsome boy to lick her mommy pussy! OH GOD LEELEE YES!" It was the first time I ever made a woman scream, I usually did decent work but not scream level. It wasn't faked. Mashing her cunt into my face over and over she looked down at me, her ecstasy almost misery. She was coming hard. Coming and screaming in pleasure. "YES! BABY! BABY! Baby boy, mommy's sweet baby boy yes!"
She kept throwing jabs. I was still dealing with the fucking deliciousness of her pussy on my lips and tongue when she slipped down my body. Took hold of my cock, put it inside her, sitting on it at the same moment she mashed her other lips to mine. In the time it took me to take a shocked breath!
You're kissing mom! You're fucking INSIDE your MOM! My brain warned me but my hands took her by the hips, jamming her down all the harder on my dick while I ran my tongue out into her mouth. Brain warnings might as well have been shouts of approval. Mom moaned loudly as she kissed me back. The kiss ending with her licking my chin and mouth, clearly enjoying the taste of herself. She was so wet. So tight. So nice on my dick that I felt even angrier I hadn't taken her for my eighteenth birthday.
"Fuck mom! Fuck this is..."
"So good!" She finished for me, grabbing my hands and putting them to her small tits. Nodding as she felt me throb inside her, glad at my 'approving' of them. The relieved smile on her face reminded me she'd always been self-conscious about her rack lack. Pouty about it enough that even I had heard her complain. "Mmm, Leelee, you really want me, don't you?"
"Yes! You're so fucking sexy mommy!" Mommy? But I was caught, she purred, rubbing my hands over her tits. Really making sure. I remembered her exercising like mad after she'd had my sister, well a good while after, when she realized her tummy was more prominent than her tits. They weren't anymore, there was no sign of that ever being the case. Just her tight hard tummy and those handful-sized tits. "Hottest mommy I've ever seen!"
With that she rose up, moan catching in her throat when I figured things were really starting, shifted downward in concert with her. Her gray eyes going huge at how much travel we did, all to have some dick still inside her. Coming back down she actually screamed again, throwing her head back. She was so fucking sexy, I couldn't believe it, my own mom!
"Leelee, please break me!" She hissed hugging me tightly, staring into my eyes with pleading urgency. "Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me. I want to be fucked by you hundreds of times before Wednesday. I want to tell all of them to stay home so we can be together for all of Thanksgiving! It'll be just me and you for the entire time you're home."
That was a lot, but I could handle it because I was inside her. I slapped her butt, loud and saw the spark of arousal at it in her eyes. Told her, "Stop talking about future fucks and get to fucking!"
"Alright! But remember you asked for it!" Delivered in a growl but she smiled, started doing it. Started fucking ME!
"Fuck yes, there we go! I don't fucking think I've ever been this hard!" I admitted, looking right into her eyes, her arms around my neck. It was all because mom was riding my dick like she was made for it. The idea that she had been riding dicks before I was born turned me on way too much to be right. Her lean sexy body moved in almost a dance as her breath started coming heavier and heavier. "Mom! God damn, I can't believe you fuck dick so good!" Leaning forward to give a suck on her nipple, once I did one I had to do the other. "Mom! Shit, that pussy is fucking good! This body!"
"Baby! Baby!" I thought I was doing something wrong, that waiting until she was all the way down to jam up at her and get FULL penetration was hurting her. Or the nipple sucking was bad. Her cry, and that she pulled my face away, staring me in the eyes. Gray eyes which rolled up and flitted shut as her mouth dropped open. "Baby! You're gonna make mommy come again! Come! On! The! Biggest! Dick! Of! Her! Life! Mommy needs all the comes! ALL the comes your mouth and..." I was doing most of the work, lifting her and smashing up into her. "OH! Oh god soncest is the best! The best!" Shaking her head she stared at me, went on. "All the comes your mouth and your sweet son cock can give can... Leelee make me come so goooooooood!"
I did, lifting her up by my grip on her ass, crashing my cock up to meet her as I pushed her back down again. She just screamed at the ceiling, thrashed, and came. I laughed! Delighted but also knowing it was the epitome of irony that I was giving my best sexual performance to my mother. The one woman who could never brag about how good I gave it.
She almost got away, quavering and arching up as her orgasm became too much. I pulled her back onto me, relishing in the feel of being so deep in anything. Also relishing in the look on her face at having something that far in there. At her sexy fucking body against mine, sweat slippery between us. Her sweat, not mine.
I wasn't close. I had never lasted this long even when I'd had a girlfriend who had practically lived with me. It didn't make any sense, with as long as I'd gone since last having sex, without even masturbating! I should have cum two seconds after mom put me inside her tight sopping wet cunt.
That wasn't the only inconsistency that ran through my head. Her sweaty heaving body put another thing to mind. While I was leanly muscled, my roommates and last girlfriend had been pissed at how little I worked out to achieve it. Annoyed by how I never gained a pound. (In fact, the last five or six times I'd weighed myself, straight out of the shower, I'd been the same exact weight. To the ounce! Malcolm having spent extra on a digital scale that told precise numbers, three spaces after the decimal point.) I had a great metabolism, I knew that. But for sure I'd gotten winded before, shooting hoops or during sex half as vigorous as what mom was getting. Now there was no strain for oxygen like she was doing, just me impatiently waiting to fuck her again.
"Don't stop! Don't stop! Leelee, fuck me! I need to come! I haven't come in so long and Wednesday is going to be here in seconds!" She meant metaphorically.
"Yes mom!"
Rolling her over on the old couch wasn't porn perfect. I popped out of her, it felt like I put my dick in ice cream, the basement air was so cold compared to where I had been. Mom looked so hot, trembling and moaning. Flailing, finding a good spot to get taken on before spreading her legs. Never before in my life had I done it, but I did it now. (Well one time when I was really really drunk and my dick kept wanting to go cooked noodle. That wasn't the problem now!) I jacked myself off. Full tilt as I stared at mom's sexy everything. Feeling so far away from orgasm and knowing mom could only have one more in her.
"Oh Leelee! Do I make you that horny? Fulfilling your naughty mommy's soncest fantasies make you that horny? Because you make ME that horny too." But after the first touch, I could tell she did it more for show than pleasure. Putting just one finger inside herself, I doubt she could even feel that thin slender digit fresh from having my fat long thing stretching her insides. It was still one of the hottest sights of my life. A woman lying before me masturbating! "That big dick! That body! My own son! Leelee Oh my god!"
I aimed and entered her super wet gash almost before she could get her finger out. Grabbing her by her legs, I did what I had never done before again, let loose. No holds barred. Smashing into her as fast and as hard as I could go. Hard enough that even her tits, little as they were, bounced. Hard enough that I moved the couch a quarter-inch at a time until it was up against the wall. Mom nodding her head the entire time, moving from holding me at the back of the neck to holding her legs open for me. Pulling them until her knees practically were touching her shoulders.
"There! There! Leelee! ANOTHER! ANOTHER COME FOR MOMMMMMMY!" That was it for me too, for a bit there I'd felt invincible, got a hint worried that something was broken but I got there. Got there and then worried that things were broken in a much different way. The flood gates opened up! I groaned along with mom, grumbled something that she interpreted correctly. "Don't pull out! Don't! Give mommy your sweet soncest load! GIVE! MOMMY! IT!"
I did. I'd only had one girlfriend let me do this. In prep for that, it had been my birthday present, I'd watched a few (dozen) cream pie videos. Giving mom now what the best of those videos had taught me. Making sure not to go all the way in her, half dipped inside my mom's pussy, I let her have my seed. She screamed at the first blast, obviously this was exactly how she had imagined all her soncest fantasies ending. Her fingernails dug into my forearms as she came again, from the sensation of me erupting inside her.
"Fuck baby! YES! Oooh, there is so much! BABY!"
She wasn't the only one who thought so. It felt like a ton, my balls were tight against my body, my prick had swollen and resided at least twenty times as shot after shot blasted out of me. BIG ones! Massive, like I had never experienced before. Each one felt as good as entire orgasms that I'd had before, and they just kept happening! I kept waiting for it to kick down a notch, it didn't. Mom let out a groan, her eyes huge while staring at her slightly upturned pussy with half my long hard shaft sticking out of it. Three more blasts and she made a gurgling noise, another two and semen started pouring out of her vagina. My dick was in there still but it streamed out of the seams, the sight was over the top pornographic, I groaned and started churning out more. More! It turned me on that MORE came out.
"Leelee! Oh my god! Oh my god Leelee how much is in there! Leelee! Cum on me! Pull that cock out and cover mommy in son cum!" I did, not that I had a choice because she took hold of me, pulling me out of her. Jerking me off as fast as she could, while I hovered over her half curled up body. "Baby boy! Sweet baby boy! Mommy is so happy! Cum on mommy! Cum all over mommy."
"Fuck! Fuck! Holy fuck!"
It was impossible. Even if somehow her pussy was so tight that it pinched me off and all I did was fire nothing inside her. It was still impossible! Because I came so fucking much! Thick white eruptions, lines of creamy stuff all over her. Her face alone had gotten blasted with what I would have proudly announced was the biggest load of my life. But there were five times that across her tiny tits, her flat stomach, more down over her forearms from where she'd been pumping it out of me. And she was gushing it from her pussy, so much already down her asscrack and the couch. At her angle, as she panted deep post multiple orgasm breaths, the stuff from inside her rushed out over her mound, down her belly. Joining the massive amount I had bathed her outsides with.
"What the hell?" My question was one of total shock, while she was in heaven. Stroking me one-handed while running the other through the insane mess. When I finally slowed, no longer shooting it out but just a pulsing sort of stream, she let me go to do the lotion job with both hands. Rubbing my seed into her soft skin, "Mom! I've never ever cum so much!"
"All for me! Sweet Leelee, all for mommy!" Emptied I dropped backward, momentarily forgetting my worry, smiling as mom held her hands over her mouth and ate the semen that flowed off her fingertips.
"Mom!" What felt like twenty minutes later, when as much of it had soaked and dried onto her skin as she had eaten. She had even fingered herself, her thrashing and hissing saying she was DONE, but her need to feast made her bare through it to get the good stuff. Cheeks going red she blinked at me. "Mom, all of that... That was... That wasn't right." '
"I... We..." Bottom lip starting to come out, gray eyes going big.
"That was like too much! Wasn't it?" Not until after her expression fully changed did I realize how my words had probably been misconstrued, how bad that had made her feel. I didn't let her dangle in anguish of thinking I was having second thoughts. "Of cum I mean. Like I came A LOT mom."
"Oh!" She was still embarrassed about having fucked her own son, about enjoying it so much, which was probably why she laughed so loud. Shrugging as she sat up, she mulled it over. "I... it's been a long time for me sweety and... Even longer since I had a boy as young as you but... Yeah, I guess that was a lot. It... Isn't always that much?"
"No!" It was my turn to laugh, half-serious when I said. "Mom I think I should go to a doctor."
"Let's try again tonight and if it's still that much, we will make an appointment tomorrow. Okay?" Her lack of worry, she seemed to have sobered up completely, made me calm down, my brain stopped telling me I had ruptured something to cum that much, mom said it was okay. If it wasn't, she would get it fixed. "Yeah?"
"Okay." God, she wanted it! Relieved delight coursing through her at my quick and eager agreement.
"Could you help me upstairs? Run me a bath?" Testing her legs, giving me a frown that said she had been fucked too hard to trust herself.
"Anything for you mom." Smiling at her as I scooped her up.
"Leelee! I said help not carry!" I wasn't the feats of strength kind of guy but I was bubbling over with energy now, she giggled, wiggled into my arms, and was happy to let it happen.
"Sorry, it was the best fucking sex of my life and..."
"Fucking sex? I think that's improper English, redundant."
"I missed you!" Which made her kiss my cheek.
It was halfway up the stairs that I just knew a muscle would give out and we'd end up at the bottom of the stairs, naked and dead. Some news story somewhere or a joke for a comedian. Logically I knew that's how it should be but in reality, it was like I floated right up them. I had a great metabolism, shooting hoops was the only real workout I did consistently. Now I almost let mom go to see if she would hover or even if I'd have to pull her back down as she went up like she was full of helium (Instead of cum). Adrenaline, I told myself, you're keyed up from that insane sex you just had with your mom. Adrenaline made this possible, going up the stairs with perfect ease.
"Don't worry about using the hot water, I probably should go for a jog."
"After pounding me like that?"
"It's got me all amped up like the one time I had exams and drank five Red Bulls."
"You shouldn't do that!" Poking me in the stomach before she put a hand sternly on my chest. "And don't wear yourself out."
"I won't," I promised, it really was like that Red Bull overdose. I had barely passed the exam because I wanted nothing more than to be doing something different, something more like flit around like a hummingbird. I was a sea of energy now, but also I felt stirrings down there, as she leaned against the sink. Weak and trembly but with her hot tight ass popped out, my cum falling out of her onto the tile in great loud plops. I got the bath nice and warm, some bubbles in, then helped her in too. "You just soak in there as long as you have to, because I'm totally gonna fuck you again as soon as you're ready."
"I can see." Thoroughly delighted by the renewed erection she had given me, reaching up to let her soapy wet fingertips trace across it.
I thought she was going to tell me to stuff it in her, but the hot bath won out. I stumbled out of the bathroom, grabbing my old robe on the way. Which could have been there on the hook for years alongside my sister's and mom's. Probably re-washed and ready for whenever we came home but left there to make her think we were gonna be back any minute. The cold autumn air stole away my boner, not at first but I stood in the open doorway until it did. Back a little so only somebody right across the street could see, nobody came along. Still, I wondered what the neighbors would think with me going out and back in the house with just my robe, as I fetched my other bags from the backseat. Hurrying to grab them out from my car which was sandwiched in the driveway between mom's electric one and a cherry red minivan.
I had packed one set of running gear, not even really sure why beyond Malcolm maybe having nagged me about it. Hadn't really thought I would use it at all unless I shot some hoops or something. After changing into it I flew from the house. There was a path that I had used to walk from the backyard of mom's house, through the woods. It went past the Meadow of Our First Lovemaking, past the water tower, and along back of the high school and middle school. In the woods where there was nobody to see me, I jumped. It was stupid and childish but I couldn't stop myself. Not just once but twenty or more times, each time expecting to launch off into flight, once or twice my jumps felt so good that I really thought I might just be starting to take off. I stopped at the back fence of the football field, a blast of cold air hitting me in the face from the big open area, where I had watched but never played any games on. Instinctively turning into it to cool myself.
Only I wasn't running hot at all. I should have been, I remembered making that run in high school when I was late for class. It always destroyed me. That had been when I was under eighteen, there was no reason for me to be in better shape now. Sure, I was a bit chubby freshman year, with weight that had slowly fallen off of me as, for whatever reason, my metabolism kicked into high gear. Grinning at the lack of sweat or exhaustion I started running again, holding back less, trying to get to that ache that I hated so much.
There was none!
It was amazing!